A kidnapping scene requires a lot of trust and more than a little risk. Sure, we’ve agreed in advance that I’ll just take him back to my place for a little fun and then bring him back here before morning, but he really can’t know for sure that it’ll...

A kidnapping scene requires a lot of trust and more than a little risk.  Sure, we’ve agreed in advance that I’ll just take him back to my place for a little fun and then bring him back here before morning, but he really can’t know for sure that it’ll happen that way.  The address that I gave him could be a complete lie - he’ll be locked in the trunk and won’t be able to see anything anyway.  The phone number I’ve been using to text and call him could be an untraceable prepaid cell.

When it comes right down to it, there’s nothing that would really prevent me from locking him in a chastity belt, leaving him in a cage at night, and spending the next few weeks torturing his nipples, caning his ass, and teasing and edging him until he’s nothing but an exhausted, sore, hormone soaked slab of meat before drugging him and dumping him in a park somewhere.

Of course, it would take a total bastard to actually do something like that.  Someone completely devoid of scruples and entirely focused on their own selfish desires.  Anyone who would actually do that should be ashamed of himself for even considering it.

But I think I’ll get over it.