by rubberpigobject
For the people at the street fair who even noticed the victim in the leather bondage suit being led away while hooded and restrained, they just took it in stride, assuming that it was the trio’s fantasy or just the game they wanted to play in public that day.
Most everyone else never even paid them any attention other than to get out of their way. Submissives being led around was beyond common, it was to be expected actually, so when the victim was being marched away from the fair, no one realized that he was actually being abducted. Without his knowledge, he was spotted in the crowd, singled out by a clandestine purchaser who then along with his hired assistants, observed their prey for the next hour. He was perfect as long as he remained alone. Attending the street fair by himself, already in head to toe leather which also impressed the purchaser that the boy was even able to get himself fully into the bondage suit by himself it seemed. Which probably explained why the suit wasn’t properly laced and strapped as tightly and thoroughly as it could have been. He could fix that quite easily though. The boy had at least tightly laced his head inside a leather hood as well. Leather gloves completed his look and by all means, he was completely hidden and anonymous.
The purchaser was right to scope out the fair for a boy, a submissive who was obviously seeking some kind of Superior or Dominant to submit himself to for the night or the entire weekend if he was lucky, there were always a few of them around and they were generally easy to spot. This boy spent his time slowly wandering through the crowds and if he passed anyone he knew, he never stopped to talk with them which lent some credibility to the ideas that he was indeed looking for a Dominant and that he was deliberately remaining anonymous and alone. Never giving anyone else in attendance a hint that someone they might have known, was actually there.
Anonymity was the name of the game for the day and his assistants were even hired on the spot while they were already concealed behind their own gear and masks looking like members of a tactical force. He made an offer to his ad hoc henchmen, stating that he would pay them on the spot, half now and half at the completion of their job, to partake in a kidnapping scene that he had orchestrated “for a friend”. All of which was true, but what the hired hands didn’t know was that their kidnapping victim wouldn’t be aware of his role in the game nor that a victim hadn’t even been chosen yet.
The purchaser himself was wearing his own rubber mask, a black molded anatomically correct hood which fit him so well it seemed to have been painted onto his head. He only chose to wear sunglasses because of the bright and sunny day, otherwise unless he blinked, he couldn’t even see the skin around his eyes which he eventually decided to conceal anyway with a small application of black makeup. With the rest of his gear on, he showed no skin whatsoever himself, both out of his desire to be a mysterious and ominous creature, and out of a small amount of caution. If anyone were ever to try and describe him to any authorities, they couldn’t even say what color his skin was. All his gear was black, he wore no badges or anything else that might make him stand out in a crowd of similarly dressed, disguised and concealed perverts. He was just “another one of those guys all dressed up in leather” to anyone who saw him.
After an hour of surveilling his target and seeing that no one joined him at any time, it was decided to take action and the purchaser sent in his assistants. He couldn’t help but to chuckle to himself at the idea that for the time being at least, he actually had paid henchmen. The boy had gotten in line at a concessions stand which was exactly the opportunity they needed to swing into action. The purchaser gave each of his two assistants a couple small, innocent looking pills.
“Here, these are Midazolam. Get close to him after he gets his order and drop them in his drink. They’re mild sedatives and will help make him a bit more compliant since we don’t want to alarm anyone in the crowd. He was adamant that whenever we might decide to finally kidnap him, that it be done in public.”
“He doesn’t know this is happening today?” The man in the SWAT uniform asked.
“Not for certain. Part of the game was that it has to be a genuine surprise to him when it happens. We made the arrangements about six months ago and I’ve been keeping him waiting and guessing since then as to when it might happen. Today’s the day!”
The tactically dressed assistants joked with each other about being invited to partake in such a hot scene and even started tossing around the idea of hiring themselves out for other future abductions. They were all in with what they thought to be a game even though they didn’t know that they were just mere pawns, which was even better.
They moved in and as the leather bondage suited victim made his way from the concessions stand with food in one hand and a large beer in the other, the SWAT officer was the first to slip by and unobtrusively drop his two Midazolam tablets into the victim’s beer. Not to be left out though, the second anonymous henchman still wanted a starring role in the adventure and so too, a few moments later, he managed to slip his own payload of the sedatives into the unsuspecting victim’s drink.
“Dude, I couldn’t let you be the only one to dose the guy. I got mine in his drink too.” He told his SWAT buddy.
“Crap, you better hope that it’s not too much!” SWAT replied but with some amusement still in his voice.
They rejoined their leader and they carefully followed the victim until he managed to find himself a space to set down his food and drink. For a moment the purchaser was about to become distressed when it looked like the victim was going to free himself of his hood, but he had apparently used a small padlock to secure the collar of his hood and after fumbling with it for a minute or so, he dropped his tiring arms to his side and gave up on the idea and returned the keys to a small pouch hanging around his waist. He then opted to tear off small pieces of his food and carefully work them through the mouth hole of the hood which after a few bites, seemed to be too much effort and he tossed the food in the trash and slowly worked on his beer instead as he resumed a casual pace of strolling through the crowd.
It only took about 15 minutes before the purchaser and his assistants began noticing the effects of the Midazolam as the victim began walking in a less-than-straight line and generally looked a bit wobbly. By the time he dropped his beer which had only been half drunk, the henchman moved in from behind. One sidled up behind the victim and held him steady while whispering in his ear to stay calm as he was getting his fantasy. The other man slipped a gag into the victim’s mouth and strapped it tightly into place as the surprised and confused victim made a choking sound, followed by obvious grunts of surprise. He started to struggle before a black bag was slipped over his head and the other man quickly fastened a pair of handcuffs to the victim’s straining arms. The leather bondage suit might not have been as tight as it could have been, but it was still tight enough to offer some resistance to pulling the boy’s arms behind his back.
He swayed and stumbled as he tried to protest and clumsily free himself from his abductors’ hands but once they slipped their arms underneath his and lifted them behind his back, he was completely subdued. The Midazolam kept settling in and his disorientation and natural inclination to be submissive kicked in as well and while leaning and staggering forward, he began to follow the guiding hands of his abductors as they casually led him out of the fair and to the area where they were told the purchaser would be waiting with his vehicle.
Just as they expected, if anyone took any notice of the three men as the “helpless victim” in the middle was frog-marched out of the fair, they simply either smiled, rolled their eyes or wished that it was them in that situation.
The victim was just too sedated and delirious to do anything other than to follow where he was guided. He was confused but it was getting so difficult to think that he gave up trying to do so as the sounds of the fair around him turned into a wall of white noise that seemed to echo far off in some distant tunnel. With the addition of the second dose of the sedative, the gag and black bag over his head weren’t even necessary, technically. But they definitely added to the effect for both the participants and the onlookers.
The victim passed out almost the moment he was put into the back of the purchaser’s car where his legs were pulled up behind him and locked in a hogtie to the handcuffs.
“You sure you don’t want any help getting him out of the car later on?” The SWAT man asked.
“Thanks but I’ve got it covered with a friend. He had to stay behind to finish getting everything ready, but thanks for the offer.” He replied congenially enough to avoid any suspicion.
“Man, I’d love to know how it all turns out” said the other blacked out anonymous tactical guard.
“Oh I get it, but for the sake of everyone involved, we decided to keep it as private and anonymous as possible. That’s why you guys were perfect for the help!”
He paid them the rest of the money he had promised them which seemed to placate them perfectly and soon enough they had disappeared, heading back to the fair for more fun.
“Damn” the purchaser thought to himself as he drove away with his treasure secured underneath the privacy screen of his hatchback “That was just… SO easy. TOO easy actually. I should have done this a long time ago.”
His cock raged inside his tight leather jeans, trapped by the leather and his seated position, he couldn’t give it the room it needed to be happy which only excited him even more. Without even exerting himself in the slightest, without ever risking being identified or associated with the crime, he had just literally abducted someone off the street whom he was about to convert into his very own, permanently owned, 24/7 pig object.
The drive back to his country home was going to take a couple of hours and he couldn’t have been more excited to get his prize home and secured in his dungeon where once it figured out what its new reality was about to be, it could scream all it wanted without anyone around to hear it.
“Damn that was just too easy…”
For the people at the street fair who even noticed the victim in the leather bondage suit being led away while hooded and restrained, they just took it in stride, assuming that it was the trio’s fantasy or just the game they wanted to play in public that day.
Most everyone else never even paid them any attention other than to get out of their way. Submissives being led around was beyond common, it was to be expected actually, so when the victim was being marched away from the fair, no one realized that he was actually being abducted. Without his knowledge, he was spotted in the crowd, singled out by a clandestine purchaser who then along with his hired assistants, observed their prey for the next hour. He was perfect as long as he remained alone. Attending the street fair by himself, already in head to toe leather which also impressed the purchaser that the boy was even able to get himself fully into the bondage suit by himself it seemed. Which probably explained why the suit wasn’t properly laced and strapped as tightly and thoroughly as it could have been. He could fix that quite easily though. The boy had at least tightly laced his head inside a leather hood as well. Leather gloves completed his look and by all means, he was completely hidden and anonymous.
The purchaser was right to scope out the fair for a boy, a submissive who was obviously seeking some kind of Superior or Dominant to submit himself to for the night or the entire weekend if he was lucky, there were always a few of them around and they were generally easy to spot. This boy spent his time slowly wandering through the crowds and if he passed anyone he knew, he never stopped to talk with them which lent some credibility to the ideas that he was indeed looking for a Dominant and that he was deliberately remaining anonymous and alone. Never giving anyone else in attendance a hint that someone they might have known, was actually there.
Anonymity was the name of the game for the day and his assistants were even hired on the spot while they were already concealed behind their own gear and masks looking like members of a tactical force. He made an offer to his ad hoc henchmen, stating that he would pay them on the spot, half now and half at the completion of their job, to partake in a kidnapping scene that he had orchestrated “for a friend”. All of which was true, but what the hired hands didn’t know was that their kidnapping victim wouldn’t be aware of his role in the game nor that a victim hadn’t even been chosen yet.
The purchaser himself was wearing his own rubber mask, a black molded anatomically correct hood which fit him so well it seemed to have been painted onto his head. He only chose to wear sunglasses because of the bright and sunny day, otherwise unless he blinked, he couldn’t even see the skin around his eyes which he eventually decided to conceal anyway with a small application of black makeup. With the rest of his gear on, he showed no skin whatsoever himself, both out of his desire to be a mysterious and ominous creature, and out of a small amount of caution. If anyone were ever to try and describe him to any authorities, they couldn’t even say what color his skin was. All his gear was black, he wore no badges or anything else that might make him stand out in a crowd of similarly dressed, disguised and concealed perverts. He was just “another one of those guys all dressed up in leather” to anyone who saw him.
After an hour of surveilling his target and seeing that no one joined him at any time, it was decided to take action and the purchaser sent in his assistants. He couldn’t help but to chuckle to himself at the idea that for the time being at least, he actually had paid henchmen. The boy had gotten in line at a concessions stand which was exactly the opportunity they needed to swing into action. The purchaser gave each of his two assistants a couple small, innocent looking pills.
“Here, these are Midazolam. Get close to him after he gets his order and drop them in his drink. They’re mild sedatives and will help make him a bit more compliant since we don’t want to alarm anyone in the crowd. He was adamant that whenever we might decide to finally kidnap him, that it be done in public.”
“He doesn’t know this is happening today?” The man in the SWAT uniform asked.
“Not for certain. Part of the game was that it has to be a genuine surprise to him when it happens. We made the arrangements about six months ago and I’ve been keeping him waiting and guessing since then as to when it might happen. Today’s the day!”
The tactically dressed assistants joked with each other about being invited to partake in such a hot scene and even started tossing around the idea of hiring themselves out for other future abductions. They were all in with what they thought to be a game even though they didn’t know that they were just mere pawns, which was even better.
They moved in and as the leather bondage suited victim made his way from the concessions stand with food in one hand and a large beer in the other, the SWAT officer was the first to slip by and unobtrusively drop his two Midazolam tablets into the victim’s beer. Not to be left out though, the second anonymous henchman still wanted a starring role in the adventure and so too, a few moments later, he managed to slip his own payload of the sedatives into the unsuspecting victim’s drink.
“Dude, I couldn’t let you be the only one to dose the guy. I got mine in his drink too.” He told his SWAT buddy.
“Crap, you better hope that it’s not too much!” SWAT replied but with some amusement still in his voice.
They rejoined their leader and they carefully followed the victim until he managed to find himself a space to set down his food and drink. For a moment the purchaser was about to become distressed when it looked like the victim was going to free himself of his hood, but he had apparently used a small padlock to secure the collar of his hood and after fumbling with it for a minute or so, he dropped his tiring arms to his side and gave up on the idea and returned the keys to a small pouch hanging around his waist. He then opted to tear off small pieces of his food and carefully work them through the mouth hole of the hood which after a few bites, seemed to be too much effort and he tossed the food in the trash and slowly worked on his beer instead as he resumed a casual pace of strolling through the crowd.
It only took about 15 minutes before the purchaser and his assistants began noticing the effects of the Midazolam as the victim began walking in a less-than-straight line and generally looked a bit wobbly. By the time he dropped his beer which had only been half drunk, the henchman moved in from behind. One sidled up behind the victim and held him steady while whispering in his ear to stay calm as he was getting his fantasy. The other man slipped a gag into the victim’s mouth and strapped it tightly into place as the surprised and confused victim made a choking sound, followed by obvious grunts of surprise. He started to struggle before a black bag was slipped over his head and the other man quickly fastened a pair of handcuffs to the victim’s straining arms. The leather bondage suit might not have been as tight as it could have been, but it was still tight enough to offer some resistance to pulling the boy’s arms behind his back.
He swayed and stumbled as he tried to protest and clumsily free himself from his abductors’ hands but once they slipped their arms underneath his and lifted them behind his back, he was completely subdued. The Midazolam kept settling in and his disorientation and natural inclination to be submissive kicked in as well and while leaning and staggering forward, he began to follow the guiding hands of his abductors as they casually led him out of the fair and to the area where they were told the purchaser would be waiting with his vehicle.
Just as they expected, if anyone took any notice of the three men as the “helpless victim” in the middle was frog-marched out of the fair, they simply either smiled, rolled their eyes or wished that it was them in that situation.
The victim was just too sedated and delirious to do anything other than to follow where he was guided. He was confused but it was getting so difficult to think that he gave up trying to do so as the sounds of the fair around him turned into a wall of white noise that seemed to echo far off in some distant tunnel. With the addition of the second dose of the sedative, the gag and black bag over his head weren’t even necessary, technically. But they definitely added to the effect for both the participants and the onlookers.
The victim passed out almost the moment he was put into the back of the purchaser’s car where his legs were pulled up behind him and locked in a hogtie to the handcuffs.
“You sure you don’t want any help getting him out of the car later on?” The SWAT man asked.
“Thanks but I’ve got it covered with a friend. He had to stay behind to finish getting everything ready, but thanks for the offer.” He replied congenially enough to avoid any suspicion.
“Man, I’d love to know how it all turns out” said the other blacked out anonymous tactical guard.
“Oh I get it, but for the sake of everyone involved, we decided to keep it as private and anonymous as possible. That’s why you guys were perfect for the help!”
He paid them the rest of the money he had promised them which seemed to placate them perfectly and soon enough they had disappeared, heading back to the fair for more fun.
“Damn” the purchaser thought to himself as he drove away with his treasure secured underneath the privacy screen of his hatchback “That was just… SO easy. TOO easy actually. I should have done this a long time ago.”
His cock raged inside his tight leather jeans, trapped by the leather and his seated position, he couldn’t give it the room it needed to be happy which only excited him even more. Without even exerting himself in the slightest, without ever risking being identified or associated with the crime, he had just literally abducted someone off the street whom he was about to convert into his very own, permanently owned, 24/7 pig object.
The drive back to his country home was going to take a couple of hours and he couldn’t have been more excited to get his prize home and secured in his dungeon where once it figured out what its new reality was about to be, it could scream all it wanted without anyone around to hear it.
“Damn that was just too easy…”
