Abducted, Part 1

Story 3 of 3, Post 25 of 33 for July.

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AJ took one more look at the mirror. His black wife-beater showed off his bulbous muscles perfectly, and his tight shorts did little to hide his round ass and large dick. His thin beard as perfectly trimmed and scuplted, and his hair was styled just as he liked it. He was a tall hunk of 27 with a reputation in the community as a very masculine, dominant top. He certainly knew how to get what he wanted most of the time, and just like any other Friday night, he was going on the prowl.

When he walked into the club, the place was already packed with people, mostly men of different shapes and species, although there were a few women among the crowd. The gay women mostly huddled in little packs while the straight girls, conspicuous in their bearing, danced and drank with their gay boy friends, free to party without masculine harassment. As always, AJ was a little annoyed at the presence of straight girls in a gay club, but he reminded himself that they were paying customers who just wanted to have fun like him. He wouldn't bother them, so there was no reason they should bother him.

He walked up to the bar and ordered a Jack and Coke before turning to his friend Jake. "Hey, dude. What's up?"

"I swear, I fucking hate that job."

"More problems? Baby, if it's such a shitty place, why don't you get the fuck outta there and find something else?"

"Because I don't want to start over at a new company just because the new owner's a prick. I've been there for years."

"Well, that's your choice, man. You can either look for something new or keep putting up with it."

"And I have to put up with it unless I want to take a big pay cut."

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying. But complaining don't do no good. It's the weekend. Have a few drinks and forget about that place."

"I'm trying!" Jake took a swig of his drink to demonstrate and looked around the room. "In more ways than one."

"There you go, that's the way! How's it looking so far?"

"Good, maybe a little better than usual."

"New meat in here, huh?"

Jake grinned. "I've seen a fresh cut or two in here tonight."

"Yeah, just don't forget to save some for me."

"Bullshit. That ain't how it works, sis. It's every girl for herself, and you know it."

AJ smiled at his friend as he puffed his chest up. "You sure you wanna play it that way?"

"Yeah. Not every guy wants to fuck King Kong, muscle-head."

"That don't stop me from trying to fuck all of them!"

They both laughed, and AJ walked away to survey the club and mingle. He moved toward the dance floor where several people were twisting and jumping to the song that was playing, some electronic piece he didn't recognize. As he approached, the crowd shifted, and he saw a thin guy with floppy hair a bit younger and shorter than himself gyrating, oblivious to everyone around him. The twink had blond hair and a pretty, angular face with pouty lips and no trace of hair. His stomach was flat, but his ass was round and full. He was gorgeous. AJ didn't usually go for twinks, but something about this one captured his attention on the spot. The boy didn't seem to be with anyone, so AJ made his way over to him.

"Hey. I'm AJ. You here alone?"

Still dancing, the boy looked at him and smiled shyly. "Conner, and yes, I'm alone."

"Mind some company?"

"Nope. Let's see your moves, AJ."

They danced for a few minutes before the hunk moved closer and put his hand on Conner's hip, brushing against his round ass. The twink responded by moving closer and glancing up seductively. A couple minutes later, they were making out on the dance floor.

They danced and kissed for several minutes before Conner pulled away. "Take me home."

AJ was already turned on, and his new friend's directness added fuel to the fire. "Lead the way."

Once they were at Conner's house, they kissed a little more and did a little more groping before the twink fetched them a couple of drinks to keep their buzz going. They sat on his couch, talking and drinking.

The next thing AJ knew, the room was much darker, and he felt funny, groggy. "What happened? Conner?" His voice sounded weak, and his words were slow and slurred. Had he gotten so drunk he passed out?

"Right here, AJ."

"Shit. How much did I drink last night?"

"As much as I needed you to."

"What? What do you mean?"

"How much you drank isn't as important as WHAT you drank."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I drugged you. You've been out for the last twelve hours while I got everything set up."

"You WHAT?! What is this?!"

"This is me getting the muscle slave I always wanted." Conner finally stepped into view.

"No fucking way! I ain't nobody's slave!" He tried to lunge at the twink but found that his wrists and ankles were restrained.

"I told you, I already have everything set up. You're not getting loose. Now, let's see how your diaper's doing. I bet you're wet again."

"Diaper? The fuck do you mean?"

"I couldn't let you just piss all over yourself. Like I said, you've been out for twelve hours."

AJ looked down and saw a thick plastic-covered diaper taped to his meaty hips. "What the fuck?! You can't do this to me!"

"I already have." Conner squeezed AJ's padded crotch. "Yep, soggy again. Time for another change."

"You mean you've been doing this already?"

"Twelve hours, remember? I've had to change you three times. You sure are a heavy wetter! I guess I'll have to put you in something thicker, maybe even double you up." He pulled some cords, and AJ's restraints tightened. "But for now, I'll just change you again. Let's get started."