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"Wow! What a gold mine," 13 year-old Jay thought as he looked over the nude magazine he had found.
Ever since moving to their new home in Topeka, KS, Jay had adventured further and further out. There wasn't much else for him to do really. Jay's mom seemed to always be at work and his dad was always drunk or out drinking. The only brothers and sisters that lived at home with him were the twins -- ten year old Karen and Joseph. The twins always hung out together and never bothered Jay much. He did have an older brother, David, but he had run away from home at an early age. David had reestablished contact with the family after turning 18, but he seldom ever visited. Bottom line, Jay was often left alone to do whatever he wanted—and that's exactly the way he liked it.
Topeka wasn't new to Jay. He was born and raised here. Until recently, however, him and his family had lived over 15 miles from the heart of the city. Jay was very adventurous, but 15 miles is a very long ways for a 13-year-old. He always knew there was more to the city than what he had seen before, but he had assumed it was basically the same as the part of the city that he had lived in. Their new home, however, was now right smack in the center of the city, and Jay was quickly learning that things here were definitely different.
At first he just traveled out into the business district trying to find video game and other places to hang out. But most recently he had started adventuring into sections where it was way quieter. Areas where there were a lot of old buildings and such but no houses or anything like that. Not all of the places were totally abandoned, but they clearly didn't get much use anymore. Mainly he was just looking for places where he could take his bicycle off road some. But, as he adventured, he started finding secret hideouts.
Usually it was just a small shed or something on the back side of some lumberyard or other storage facility. Places that looked like no one ever went into. Places where he could always come to hang out. Well, to be more truthful, they were places he could come and masturbate without having to worry about someone walking in on him.
It was on just such an adventure that he ran across the nude magazine. It wasn't the first nude magazine he had ever seen. But it was a treasure none-the-less. It was on the back of what appeared to be an abandoned city snow removal lot. There were still piles of sand and such, but it didn't look like anyone worked there, and there were no trucks or anything of that sort. Of course, it is possible they kept the trucks elsewhere and the facility just stayed unused during the summer months, which it currently was (July). There was a fence around the lot; however, the back gate was wide open and had been open the last few times Jay had drove past the place.
The piles of sand were kind of fun to try to drive his bike on, but what interested Jay the most was the building at the back end of the lot. It was an old wooden structure that looked just big enough to hold a small truck. There were two large swinging doors at the front. There was also a small door on the back side. He tried the small door first but found it to be locked. So he risked it and went to the front, where he might be seen, to try the larger doors. They were unlocked, so he looked around and then snuck inside.
He expected to find it empty, but to his surprise it wasn't. Of all things, it was full of rock salt, one huge pile of it. While it was kind of cool to see so much salt, the awe of it quickly wore off and he decided to head out just in case the place was not as abandoned as he thought. He was cornered in there if someone were to come. Before he turned away though, he realized something. The pile of rock salt seemed to be rather solid, as though it had been there a very long time; at least for several months anyway. The pile went to within about 4 feet of the ceiling, which made him wonder if maybe there was some hidden space behind it.
If there was a hidden space then maybe he could come there sometimes to "hide" out. It wouldn't be his most favorite spot, but it would still meet his needs. So he peeked back out the doors to make sure no one was out there. Then he got to work climbing the mound of salt. It was only about 8 feet high and pretty solid, so it took him no time at all to reach the top.
To his delight, it was rather bright in the back. There were holes in the walls that provided plenty of light to see by, yet were small enough and high enough to provide complete privacy. Crouching, he stepped further back and found a nice little space at the back of the pile that gave him almost enough space to fully stand.
The back wall had lots of openings between the slats in the boards, but there was no light coming through. It was then that he realized that the small door on the back side of the "garage" did not lead into the space he was currently in but apparently to a small shed or something attached to the back end.
All of this was interesting and all, but it didn't even hold a candle to what he found laying on the ground. It was a nudie magazine. Apparently he was not the only one that had found this little getaway. The thought of someone else knowing about the spot scared him a little, but that magazine he was now holding was more than enough to keep him from fleeing.
It was full of nude women. While some were posed with nude men in very sexually specific positions, there was no actual sexual contact. While it would have been nice to see the men and women fucking, Jay had more than enough imagination to fill in what the magazine lacked.
He looked through it carefully, but didn't want to risk getting caught masturbating. He didn't want to risk getting caught, period. So, after about 5 minutes he decided to leave. It took all his willpower to not take the magazine with him. But if he got caught with it at home, he would be in so much trouble it wouldn't be funny. He decided he would just have to risk the
magazine still being there the next time he returned.
Which, as it turned out, was the very next day. And sure enough, the magazine was still there just where he left it. This time he had actually brought his bike inside to hide it from sight, so he felt it was a bit safer to spend a lot more time there. Which he did. Doing what young boys like to do.
The place became a regular stop for him. Often going there three to four times a week. It was around the 4th week, however, that he almost had a heart attack. He went in and climbed to the back and to his shock, the magazine was gone. However, in its place there was a completely different magazine. He immediately stood quiet and started peeking through the cracks in the wall he could reach to make sure no one was in the area.
When he was convinced he was alone, he quickly climbed back out and left. For three days he drove past the place to see if he seen any activity. On the first day he was pretty sure he would never return to the place. But by the fourth day, the thought of that magazine just sitting in there was way too much for him.
He finally broke down and went back. He was extremely cautious of course. What would happen if someone were actually in there looking at the magazine already? But when he went in finally, he not only saw that no one was there, but the magazine was still exactly where it was when he had seen it last.
This magazine was WAY different than the prior one. This one was a ton more explicit. There were pictures of about every sex act he had ever imagined and many he never even dreamed of. There were women with men, women with women and even men with men. The men with men images were a turn off for him, but the others about made him cum in his pants.
So, it wasn't long before he was back into his old routine of visiting the hideout. Later, it had dawned on him that he could just take the magazine to another of his spots, but the threat of someone coming or already being there quickly became part of the adventure of it all. Plus, if he took the magazine he would never be able to return to the place to see if yet another new magazine was placed there.
It was in very early September that everything changed. He was back inside his little hideout doing his thing when suddenly he heard a noise. Someone was opening the small door at the back of the facility. Jay froze immediately. As the door opened and the light filled the small shed area, he could see bits and pieces of the inside of the shed through the large openings in the back wall. As he saw someone entering the shed, he ducked down and remained extremely quiet. A few seconds later the shed door closed and it became dark again inside.
Ducking as he had done, he had no way of knowing for sure if the person had actually left or not. Even from his crouched-down position, he could tell the shed was obviously pitch black. It was then that something very scary occurred to him. If there was someone in there, they could be looking down at him right now through the slits. The thought scared him to death. He was crouching there half naked with a flipping dirty magazine still in his hands.
If they were still in there, what else could they possibly be doing in the dark? But his fear kept him from moving just in case. He crouched there for what seemed like an eternity. And right when he felt it might be safe to move, again he heard a noise in the shed. Or was it from outside the shed? The shed lit up again for a moment as the door opened ... then went dark again. This time he listened very closely and could hear for certain that the person was indeed outside and not still in the shed. He could hear them walking on the gravel outside.
His relief was very short lived, however, as he realized the person was walking around toward the front doors. Jay quickly dropped the magazine and started pulling and zipping his pants back up. It was way too late to get out, but at least he wouldn't get caught with his pants down.
Sure enough, the front doors opened. He was caught and he knew it. His bike was standing right there inside the door, and the person clearly could see it now. Despite this, Jay remained silent and hidden from sight. You never know. The door only remained open for a moment though, then it closed again, and he could clearly hear the person walking away. He heard the person cough in the far distance and, as he had suspected, it was a guy.
"God that was close," Jay thought.
Jay quickly climbed back out and hurried to his bike. To his shock, there was a large brown envelope carefully balanced on his seat.
"What in the world?" Jay mumbled.
Why would someone leave him a package? It made no sense, but he wasn't going to sit there and try to figure it out. He needed to flee and fast.
He was out the door on his bike and out of the lot within seconds. He peddled as fast as he could for several blocks, looking back constantly for anyone that might have been following him.
When he felt the coast was clear, he pulled over and opened the package. What he found made his heart stop. It was full of pictures of a young boy jacking off. HIM, to be specific! The guy had clearly been taking photos of him from the shed area. And, from the variety of photos, it appeared he had been doing it for over a month.
He immediately started ripping them up. He figured he would take the pieces and burn them later or maybe bury them or something. As he started ripping them up, he found the note.
*
Hello Jay,
Yes, I know your name and where you live.
Don't be scared though. I'm not going to tell your parents on you or anything like that. That is, I won't do that as long as you do what I tell you. If you don't do as I tell you, then I will just mail copies of these photos to your house... heck, I might even just toss a few of them on your school playground even.
You are immediately to return to the salt pile. I will be waiting for you at the back of the salt pile. I don't know how long you took to actually open this, but you better hope it wasn't very long. I'm only going to wait so long before I leave for the post office. So you better hurry back.
*
Jay almost peed himself. The shock was just too much. He just couldn't return to that salt pile... yet, he couldn't not return either. He stood there staring at the note for what seemed an eternity. All kinds of thoughts went through his head as he tried to decide what he could possibly do.
He could only think of one thing he could do. And that was to return. Slowly he peddled his way back to the salt pile. He stopped several times and almost turned back. But each time he would envision those pictures circulating around his school and would press onward. He was about as embarrassed as he was scared. How could he face this man knowing what the man had seen him do? And, what did this man plan to do to him?
When he reached the garage he found the doors were standing wide open. Jay cautiously approached. He looked all around and even behind the garage before he decided to go inside. He wanted to make sure the guy hadn't planned on catching him from behind or something. Of course, the more he thought about it, the more silly it seemed. After all, they guy clearly could have caught him earlier had that been his plan. So the guy must not mean him any real harm, wish to kidnap him or turn him over to the police.
"It's okay. Don't be scared," came a male voice from behind the salt pile. "Come on in and shut the doors. I won't attack you or anything."
Jay did as the man asked but kept one hand on the door in case the man decided to charge him. He would have more than enough time to get back out and escape.
"I've been watching you for some time," the guy said. "My name is Robert, and you and I are going to become friends, I think."
"W-what do you want?" Jay managed to mumble.
"That's a very good question Jay. A question you should ask every time we meet here. Because that's exactly why you are here... my 'wants'."
Jay had no idea what the guy was talking about but he felt it best not to ask any more questions. So, instead he just stood there in silence. As his eyes adjusted to the dark he could almost make out the face of Robert peeking out from behind the pile. Robert was backlit by the holes in the walls just enough to keep his face a blur to Jay.
"Okay, Jay, I think it's about time we got started. Take off your clothes."
Jay couldn't believe what he just heard. He couldn't do that in front of a perfect stranger.
"It's not like I haven't seen your privates before," Robert said as though reading Jay's mind. "Don't worry, I'll stay behind the pile. And it's not like I'm going to take a run for you once you are naked. Can you imagine how much trouble I would get into chasing a naked young boy down the street?"
Robert laughed and Jay almost joined him, not that he particularly felt it was funny though.
"But..." Jay began.
"But nothing," Robert interrupted. "You can do what you are told, or I can head to the post office. Strip."
Jay knew deep down that nothing good would come of this, yet he could not bring himself to leave. He stood frozen.
"Fine, leave then," Robert said in an irritated voice. "I have to hurry if I'm going to make it to the post office before they close."
"No, no... wait," Jay said. "I'll do it."
He took his shirt off first. Then he removed his shoes and finally his pants. The whole time he kept his eyes closely on the guy to make sure he was not inching forward. Jay also made sure he hung everything over his bike's handlebars next to him in case he had to make a run for it. He might lose his shoes, but at least he wouldn't arrive home naked if he had to make a run for
it.
"All of it," Robert shouted.
Jay put his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and slowly pulled them down and off. His face felt hot as the blood rushed to it in his embarrassment.
"Good boy. You keep doing what I tell you and you won't ever need to be punished."
Punished, Jay thought to himself. What did he mean by punished? Did he mean the pictures?
Suddenly there was a flash of light from behind the pile. Jay jerked backward and almost opened the door to leave before he realized it was just a camera.
"Don't worry, I'm just adding to my collection. It's not like the other photos of you are not a lot more explicit than these will be."
The flash went off a couple more times.
"Okay, turn around," Robert directed.
Slowly, Jay turned his back to the pile. He craned his neck though to watch for movement behind him.
Again, several photos were taken.
"See, that wasn't so bad," Robert said with a chuckle. "You can get dressed now."
Jay quickly redressed.
"Pick up that bag in the corner," Robert instructed.
Jay looked left and right and finally seen it. He walked over slowly and picked it up. It was a small black trash bag. Whatever was in it was pretty light.
"Okay, take the bag with you when you leave," Robert told him. "You might want to open it before you get home. And I would suggest you find a very safe spot to stash it so you don't get caught. Now get the fuck out of here."
That last command was rather rude, but it was the sweetest words Jay had heard all day. He was out the door in a flash.
When he was several blocks away he kicked himself for not hiding outside the garage to get a look at who Robert really was. He couldn't get up the nerve to ride back though.
Confident that he was not being followed, Jay decided to take a peak into the bag. It was a large thermos. How strange, Jay thought. What's so secret about a thermos? But then he reached in and opened it and discovered it had some items enclosed. He looked around then back to the thermos and slowly removed the contents. There was a note, a small rubber object and what looked like, well, like some kind of rubber balloon with a hard nozzle on it.
He shoved the stuff back into the thermos and headed to one of his nearby hideouts. Once there he read the note. The note was rather frightening. It was a rather long note that gave detailed instructions on how to use the contents of the bag. Turns out, the rubber object was called a butt plug; the balloon was for giving himself enemas, and the thermos was for transporting the
warm water to wherever he decided to perform the enema's. The note was very detailed and clear, yet Jay read it several times trying to find secondary meanings in the instructions.
"Surely he doesn't expect me to do that," Jay thought to himself. "It's just so disgusting."
Before he even finished the note Jay had already decided to not do as it asked. However, when he reached the end he quickly changed his mind. It was there that the note gave a very specific warning:
***
I know you are probably planning to just ignore my instructions. But before you do you need to know a couple things.
1) I will know if you don't obey me. You see, I'm going to make periodic checks on you. It won't happen that often, but I WILL be doing it. If I approach you and say the words "Rock Salt" you will follow me to a bathroom or other hidden spot where you will remove and show me the plug. So you damn well better be wearing it ALL the time, and it better be clean when you pull it out.
2) If you are not wearing it or if it doesn't come out clean, you WILL be punished.
***
After reading the note, Jay sat there in silence for over 30 minutes. He just couldn't believe what he had gotten himself into. He also couldn't understand why someone would want him to do something so revolting. It made no sense. But at the end of those 30 minutes he had come to the conclusion that he didn't have much choice in the matter.