by Jake Ward
"I really appreciate you're seeing me like this, on such short notice, it really means a lot to me................."
"Stop it Kit," the Doctor cut him off, "I don't know what's going on, and you'll tell me when you're ready, but it looks like you may need something, and the only thing you need to know, even before you ask, is that it's yours..........whatever it is."
Kit appreciated what his old friend was saying, and he hoped he meant it.
"It has to do with my daughter, Emily. Three months ago she announced to us that she'd found the guy she wanted to marry. He comes from a wealthy family in Baltimore. She met him at school, and brought him home for a long week end. I had a funny feeling from the start, there was just something about the kid. Oh, he was good looking, a good athlete, and smooth as silk when he was around us, but I didn't like him. I also realized that Emily would be a nice step up for him socially and monetarily."
"Come on Kit," the Doctor said, "no one's going to be good enough for your own little girl, you know that."
"Yeah, I figured something like that myself, that's why I decided to pay some professionals to tell me what this guy was really like. So far two girls and their families have been paid off to cover up unwanted pregnancies. I don't like that, but I'll give the guy that, it can happen, and it's no reason to ruin a guy's life, though twice did concern me a little. It was the beatings that were covered up that I became concerned with. Three of them, all girls, all from good, though not wealthy, families, and all paid significant sums to make the problem go away. His parents split up when he was around 10, his mother dotes on him and the kid can do no wrong, including setting a neighbor's house on fire. The father seems to be an okay guy that is fed up with a son he's sorry he had, and is definitely tired of paying to get him out of trouble or into one school after another when he's thrown out. The kid's cost him a fortune, but that's okay, most of our kids do."
"No, all that indicates is a spoiled brat, except for the beatings. Those concerned me, and I wanted to know more. Turns out he's been seeing a therapist for years, but all he's really learned to do is cover up his issues and present himself the way he did to my daughter and my family. I hired someone to take a look at his records in the therapist's office. There are a lot of big words for it that are supposed to excuse it, especially if you're rich enough, but the long and the short of it is that it doesn't bother him at all to hurt people or destroy things."
"Last week I paid a surprise visit to Emily at school. I wanted to talk with her without her mother being around. She was at her apartment, when she came to the door she was hiding a black eye, a really nasty looking black eye. She said it was a racket ball accident, but her roommate looked at me and shook her head.......no. I tried asking her about it, but she said everything was fine, and she didn't want me getting involved. I've been thinking about it for the past few days, and decided I needed to talk with you."
"Kit, you know I'll do anything I can to help you, but this sounds out of my league. You need to find someone to talk with Emily and convince her to drop this guy."
"I've already done that. My sister is her favorite aunt, they've always had a special relationship. I flew her out to see my daughter, and nothing. My sister said she's head over heels in love, and not willing to reconsider........she still wants to marry this guy."
Kit just sat for a minute, then reached in his coat pocket and pulled out a picture, then handed it to the Doctor.
The Doctor took the picture and looked at it. A good looking young man smiled back up at him from the picture. The kind of guy that would turn any girls head.
"I want him to disappear," Kit said slowly, "I don't want him killed, but I want him gone, and you specialize in doing that."
The Doctor sat back and looked at his friend. It wasn't the idea of grabbing this guy and changing his world that gave him pause, but rather, that his modus operandi was grabbing guys that would probably never be missed. He counted on that to give him the edge he needed. This kid was from a wealthy family, with a mother that doted on him. People would look for him. That would make it more difficult and more dangerous.
"I know if you're able to do this, it's going to cost you more than usual. You've told me enough about your operation for me to know that. If you'll grab this guy, train him as a sex object, then make sure he's sold somewhere where he'll never be heard from again, I'll pay you three million dollars.......Hell, I'll pay you whatever it takes and then some.......you know that."
"Kit, you don't.............."
"NO! I do have to do that. I know you'll have extra risks with this, and I want you to spend whatever you need to, to protect yourself and your business. I also want you to be able to sell him someplace remote, regardless of price. There's something else I want, which is why I want you to be the one handling this. I want to come by here periodically during his training and beat the shit out of him, then fuck him. I want him to know for the rest of his life that he hit the wrong father's daughter"
The Doctor looked into his friend's eyes and knew he wanted that as much as anything else he was asking for, and by God, he would have it. He said to his friend, "There's some things I'm going to need if we're going to pull this off successfully, and I plan on being very successful at it. I'm going to need all the information on this boy and his family that you can get me. I'm also going to need his schedule for the next four weeks, I know that's tough, but it will help immensely. Then I'm going to have to get with my people and do some serious planning. How soon do you want this to happen?"
"I wish he was in the Compound already!"
"It'll probably take me two to three weeks to get everything set up. We'll have to double blind this deal so anybody looking for him will hit at least two complete dead ends. I'll also need some time to plan the scenario, and you should spend a little time deciding on how you're going to handle your own daughter who'll be screaming like crazy for someone to do something."
"I've already had some ideas on that, it just depends on how this goes down."
"Okay, as I make my plans I'll keep you posted so you can coordinate yours."
"You have no idea what this means to me, I'll never be able to repay you for this."
"I'll help you find a way to do that," the Doctor said jokingly, and for the first time since his friend had gotten there, he smiled and laughed a little. "We're going to take care of this problem Kit, you have my word on it."
* * *
As Watts drove to the pick up point he found himself to be a little more excited than usual. The "Grab" always excited him, the sudden change of status, the confusion, the tears and screaming, often the first fucking of their lives, but this one was going to be very different. This would be the first time that guys would come into the compound as free men. The transition would still be abrupt and enjoyable to watch, but there would be a much different feel about the whole operation. That excited him, along with the fact that he would be fucking both of them before the day was out. He'd never fucked twins before. He'd fucked a twin, but not the brother, this was going to be delicious. Would there be differences in the way their asses responded to being invaded? He'd have to pay close attention to really get the full enjoyment out of this.
When he drove up to the location he began to see a lot of men walking around waving to the trucks going by. He knew what he was looking for because he'd told them to take their shirts off so it would be easier to spot them.........and there they were, two beautiful hunks of man meat just waiting to be taken, and take them he would. They also spotted him about the same time. They'd been looking for that truck and practically jumped out into the street when they saw it. They were intent on meeting up with the gringo prepared to pay them each $150 a day for five days. That money was badly needed by their family in Mexico, it would go a long way for them there. Benito and Benjamin ("j" is pronounced like an "h" in Spanish) had been in the country almost a year. They had other older brothers up here as well in Dallas, all of them sending money home to the family
in Mexico. Both of them had prayed that this gringo was on the level, they needed the work, they needed the money.
Watts saw the two beautiful men and pulled over to the side of the road. Both guys eagerly ran up to the truck as Watts hit the power locks. "Ya'll ready to get to work," he called out amicably as Benito got in the front seat and Benjamin got in the back.
"Si, Senor Watts," replied an eager Benito, "we hoped you not forget about us," he continued, never dreaming that he and his brother had been central to Watts' thoughts for the past two days.
"Oh no, I was counting on you being here, there's plenty that needs to be done, but," continued Watts, having already decided how he wanted this to happen, "I haven't had a chance to grab breakfast yet. You guys hungry? Let me buy you guys some breakfast."
Both young men were delighted that this seems like a nice guy, they've run into all kinds, and this bodes well for the next few days. What they don't know is that Watts simply wants to have some time to get more information on them. If he finds out anything that would cause an abort, he'll get a sudden emergency phone call, and drop these guys off. He doesn't expect that to be the case, but you don't do this kind of thing as long as he has without realizing you always have to be careful.
He stopped at a nearby diner where he knew he could get bacon and eggs while the twins could enjoy their last meal as free men of chorizo and eggs with tortillas. He found it intoxicating to be doing this with these young men, knowing that later today he'd be fucking both of them and their smiling faces would be contorted with screams of pain. "Pay attention", he thought, "stay focused."
"So what part of Mexico are you boys from," he asks with a smile. They answer, and it's some nothing town in southwest Mexico he's never heard of. "Do you have much family here in Houston," he continues with the same faux smile. Again they're glad to just visit with this friendly American, and let him know they have brothers in Dallas, but no one here in Houston. "So you guys live on your own then, or what," he continues in his friendly and open manner. He then notices that they become a bit hesitant, as if wondering about the questions, so he changes his tactic as they respond vaguely that they live with friends.
"Okay he says," as their food arrives and they begin to eat, "the most important thing I want to know," he asks with a bit of seriousness that has the boys looking up a little apprehensively, "which one of you is the oldest," he asks breaking a big smile.
Both young men relax immediately, realizing this is just a friendly American who doesn't really know what to talk about and was just getting to know them a little, they both smile as Benito responds, "I am Senor, I'm 45 minutes more older than my brother," he laughs as he begins to eat a delicious breakfast. "This is going to be a good day after all," he thinks, while Watts is thinking, then you'll probably be the one I fuck first.
In short, Watts gets no red flags, this is a go, and these boys are about to become the newest residents of the Doctor's Compound. He smiles with anticipation as he asks if the boys are ready to get to work. They both look at him eagerly and respond that they are.
As Watts is driving into the warehouse compound he prepares the boys for the farce, "First thing I need is a bunch of boxes moved. It may seem like make-work, but placement of boxes in a warehouse is critical. We had a shipment put in the wrong place, and are using our heavy equipment in another warehouse. So I'll need these boxes loaded onto a flatbed dolly moved to another spot in the warehouse, and stacked there. There's no air conditioning in that part of the warehouse, so if you want to take off your shirts, or even just work in your shorts, it'll be okay......you'll be the only guys there.
The Doctor had had a large shipment of boxes containing office equipment dropped off at the warehouse. They would be moved on the next day, but today they were part of this process. Watts shows the boxes to the boys, sets them up, notices that they both decide to take off their shirts, seem to think about their pants, but decide to leave them on. "I'll check on ya'll in a couple of hours, just keep at it, and there's a water jug over there against the wall." Then he left to let them start working up a sweat in the hot warehouse.
About an hour and a half later he and the doctor casually came by and found the two young men working hard and pouring sweat in their boxer briefs as they were loading the dolly. Watts introduced the Doctor as the owner of the warehouse as both boys scurried to get their jeans on, but Watts stopped them. "Don't worry about that guys, we both grew up working in warehouses like this," he lied, "we know what it's like." Both young men paused then turned with red faces to meet the owner. The Doctor, for his part, tried to put them at ease.
"I remember doing just what you guys are doing now, and sweating just a much," the Doctor said jovially as he extended his hand to each youth. "Don't worry about it, I'm sorry we don't have any fans in this part of the warehouse," he said as he looked over their beautiful bodies, six pack abs, well pronounced chests, muscular arms and legs, and faces that looked like cherubs. He actually felt his cock begin to stir a little. "We were just headed out for a bite of lunch, can we pick anything up for you boys?"
"Benito couldn't believe how nice these guys were being to them, and said, "We'll grab a sandwich around here somewhere, but thank you Senor."
"Well, that's the problem, there's not really any lunch places among all these warehouses. You boys just keep working and we'll grab you some burgers and a couple of beers," and Watts and the Doctor were on their way.
"Take them as soon as we get back Watts, they're incredible, you've got that bonus."
They had a pleasant lunch and Watts got everything ready. When they returned to the warehouse the boys were still at it. They were workers, you had to give them that, thought the Doctor, if they work as hard at being sex toys, they'll be worth a fortune.
Watts gave them their burgers and two beers he'd already opened for them. Then stood back and chatted with them while they ate and drank, waiting. Benjamin started going first, but Benito was right behind him. Watts hadn't messed around with the beers, he put enough in to get the job done quickly, and it had.
Trainer and Murphy came around the corner, got the couple of boxes off the flat bed dolly, and the two of them threw the new victims on their conveyance. As they did this they literally tore the underwear off their bodies. "They'll be out about two hours," Watts told them.
"Good," Trainer said, that will give me time to get their collars on and get them ready. I'm going to string them up, facing each other in The Room. The Doctor and I have talked a little about this, and we want to try something with these two. Great job Watts, they're incredible."
Just over two hours later, as in birth, so now, Benito opened his eyes to his new world just before his brother. What he saw terrified him. Just over an arm's length away, his brother was suspended by chains from a metal running beam on the ceiling. His arms were spread apart by some type of bar, his wrists being attached to it. He was standing on his tip toes, and his feet had shackles on them. The other frightening detail was that he was hanging there naked, and worse, Benito quickly realized that his condition was identical to his brother's. He had to do something, but what.
All their lives, Benito had been the true older brother, even if it was only forty-five minutes older. He had looked after his younger brother, and all their lives, from the time they were in the womb next to each other, they had remained that close. That was why when Benito decided to come to the States to look for work, it wasn't even a decision for Benjamin, he just started getting ready to follow his brother. It was a joke in the family, but it was also sometimes true, they were so close they could feel each other's feelings, and now, Benito felt the fear of his brother as he began to stir.
"Donde estamos," Benjamin fearfully said when he saw his brother hanging in front of him?
"Still in the warehouse, I think," Benito said, trying to put a little reassurance in his voice, though he failed miserably putting it into his eyes. All he knew for sure was that he had to get Benjamin out of here no mat
ter what. He just had no idea how.
The Doctor watched them from a vantage point where they couldn't see him. They were indeed beautiful. He was estimating and would get exact figures later, but he figured they were about 5'10" tall, probably weighed about 170 lbs., couldn't have more than a 30" waist, cocks looked like they'd be a respectable 7" or so, dusty brown hair and beautiful brown eyes, and the perkiest nipples he'd seen in a while. But it was when he saw one from the back that he actually drew in his breath a little, dimples, two of them just above and on either side of the ass crack........dimples........damn, it just kept getting better and better. There was a fortune strung up in front of him, and even more if he could accomplish what he hoped to accomplish with them.
"I see the two of you are back with us," the Doctor said with a cold indifference in his voice. "Good, we can get started then."
"What do you do with us," Benito demanded, but was startled when the Doctor viciously slapped Benjamin across his face.
"Bastarde," Benito shouted only to see the Doctor strike Benjamin again.
