The Kidnapped Femboy (M/M, Open RP)
 

(This is a m/m roleplay, male rapists only but women playing male characters are also accepted.)

It was one of those nights. The roads were wet, the rain stopping just minutes ago and now only a cold breeze remains. Neon lights bathed the crowded streets, pointing out the entrances to the various bars and diners in the area where people can unwind. All this was nothing new to me though, for I had visited this district almost every week and I knew where I could get a good drink, chat with whoever I met, maybe do some dancing late into the night. After that, I would just get a cab home or take the bus, even on the nights where I did not get drunk.

As a regular customer, some of the people working there knew who I was. A petite, platinum blonde femboy cutie who loved the attention; some might even say I was begging for a fucking. On this night, I put on a tight T-shirt, denim jacket and jeans, and went to my favourite hangout. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as I spoke to the bartender and ordered the usual drink. An hour later, I left the bar only slightly less sober than when I walked in, fully capable of finding my way to the bus stop without falling over or slipping on a puddle.

By then, the streets near the bus stop were deserted. Wondering if I had stayed in that bar longer than I thought, I sat down and waited for a bus.

I'd seen this kid around before a dozen times--white-blonde, scrawny frame with just enough muscle to be the boyish side of femmy. Cute face, always dressed in tight denim, apparently none too bright, shaking that twinky little ass around like a goddamn slut. If ever a guy was asking---no, demanding----to be thrown on his back and just fucked senseless, it was this guy.

Oh look, there he is all by his presh little lonesome, waiting in the bus shelter for a ride. Ha, fuck that. No way was I letting the eleven-thirty to midtown whisk this little blonde playtoy away from me! My van rumbled to a stop, and I rolled down the window and leaned out. One hand on the wheel, the other palming a syringe full of ten cc's of knock-the-fuck-out. My brilliant blue eyes would be what was initially striking. My accent, he'd find hard to place---by design. I moved around a lot, always practicing. Hard for a witness to describe what they can't identify!

"You lost, honey? Need a lift?"

Frankly I was not expecting a kind stranger to give me a ride home, but I have met lots of guys in the bar who will do anything for a pretty face. It was hard to see the driver's face in the dim light. I could only assume from his accent that he was a tourist or someone who just moved into this country, now trying to score a date despite only driving a van instead of a fancy sports car. In my mind, I just felt sorry for this guy's poor attempt to impress someone.

But, also in my mind, I could save the money on bus fare if I accepted this man's offer and he could drop me off right outside my house, whereas the journey on a bus would end a block away. "Sure, you can give me a ride to my place. I'll give you the directions." I get into the van and sit next to the driver.

He made it so simple for me, just climbed right in and wriggled that hottie little ass down in my bucket seat. I gave him a warm, friendly smile as he got in and buckled up, that smile never leaving my face as the needle homes itself in his thigh. My hands are on him immediately, caressing the muscle, working it it in, helping the tranks go where they need to to render him floppy and unconscious. From there he'd get a bitemask and some cuffs and he'd be ready to go.

"We are gonna have such fun, honey!"

"Ah!" I let out a shriek when the driver suddenly stuck a needle into my leg. I tried to push him away as he grabbed me, my other hand reaching for the door. Seconds later, I felt the effects of what he just injected into me. My vision blurred, my body went weak and I could not even open the door. Fending off the man was impossible.

With any remaining strength I had left, right before my eyes closed, I banged on the van's window screaming, "Help! Help..." No one was around to hear me and I slumped down on the seat.

It's so damn cute the way he struggles and fights me; it's like he thinks he really has some kind of a chance to push me away! That feistiness should hopefully come across well in the pics I'm going to snap of him later, once this little toy is safely ensconced in his new home! I've got it all set up for him--a secret little room with black-draped walls, furnished only with a brass bedstead (cheap linens on it; they have to be disposable, after all!) and a dented bucket and a roling hospital tray. A system of broad leather straps and complex steel brackets and buckles would hold him in perfect position to be constantly displayed for the webcam mounted above the only door. This little twink is going to be a webcam-slut----and if I play my cards right, I can auction his tight little ass off to be used and abused by the highest bidder!

As he goes limp I stroke his crotch reassuringly.

"Shhhh, Baby Boy. You're gonna love your new home!"

By then, I was out like a light. My final thoughts before everything turned dark were that this man was a psycho, a serial killer who just found his latest victim. What would he do to me before he decides to kill me, if that was indeed his intention? Unable to fight back and escape, I could only picture in my mind being locked in a room with the rotting corpses of his previous victims and periodically being tortured until he felt that he had enough fun. That will be when he brings out his killing instrument of choice.

At least, that was what I thought he would do. I was at his mercy.

This little cutie would come awake already strapped-up, his wrists bound above his head, his ankles tied apart, one to each bedpost, ball gag in his mouth---totally naked, and with my big hand working his cock. Have to get him ready for show time, after all! The buyers like to see the pathetic little baby-twink get hard for the man fucking him!

"Wake up, baby boy. It's okay---you're safe here. Just be a good boy and we're gonna get along just fine!"

It was a weird feeling at first. My eyes slowly opened and I found myself in an unfamiliar room. I tried to move my arms down but I could not, realising that I was lying on a bed with my hands tied to the posts. My legs were tied as well but in a position that left my crotch vulnerable. Instinctively I pulled at the ropes but they allowed only small movements. The next surprise was that big rubber ball gag in my mouth, a bit oversized such that half of it bulged out between my lips.

But I did not have to fully recover from the tranquiliser to feel that big warm hand grabbing and sliding up and down my cock. I saw that it was the driver of that van now stroking my cock and immediately tried to close my legs in a futile attempt to get it out of his hands. I was breathing deeply and quickly by then, desperately stopping myself from panicking.

(Was it something I said?)

(A shame this ended so quickly. If anyone wants to join in as a rapist, using a new character and not taking Sheba's place since she may return later, feel free to do so as this is an open RP. You should PM me first before you begin.

If no one is interested... well, this ass shall remain unfucked. :skull-sai)

((I just had a lot going on. Feel free to let me know if you want to continue this.))

(Absolutely :). I'll understand if you are still too busy to continue this, but if you're free now, I will love to pick up where we left off. I think it is your turn now.)

Poor little toy, he looked so scared!

"Keep that up, honey," I cooed to him, continuing my 'gentle' ministrations, "the buyers will love that! If you can manage a tear or two, that'd be great."

At last he was fully hard. I had a whole chatroom full of paid viewers eager for a peek at the 'Live Twink Brutalized' as I'd advertised my show. I put on the black mask I'd chosen for tonight's performance, climbed on top of him, and started the webcam streaming.

I could not stop myself from getting hard, no matter how vigorously I thrashed on the bed. My struggles intensified when I saw the webcam and realized that whatever happened here would be online, my humiliation visible to all who jerk off while watching femboy porn.

My eyes grow even wider when my captor got on top of me. "MUUUUUGH!" I screamed at him first, then at the camera with the hopes that someone would call the cops, "UUUUGH! MUUPPHGH!"