MOSLA scout Harry picks up a pair of prizes in Omaha.

Modern Slavery - Chapter 2: Random Abductions Part 1
by Amalaric
Series: Modern Slavery
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Omaha, Nebraska

Harry Strickland sat in a comfortable bar in the airport at Omaha, half sloshed on expensive whisky, waiting contentedly for his flight. It had been a good week and, though he wouldn’t miss the monotonous landscape, the veteran scout could vouch for other charms evident along the back roads of Nebraska. His mind drifted to a dreamy replay of the recent hunt that had put a cool $60,000 (counting a $10,000 bonus for the alpha buck) in his bank account and, as always, he experienced a kind of wistful longing- nothing serious, just a tickle really- as he recalled the too-short hour and a half spent alone with the farm boys he had so easily taken down. The big one, what was his name? Ahhh, Todd Granger- what a catch! And the look on the stud’s face as Harry unzipped his pants and deftly pulled both trousers and briefs around the captive’s bound ankles, just priceless! He had then conducted a thorough exploration of the goods packed between the buck’s hairy legs, impressed by the big, presumably straight farmhand’s refusal to beg or threaten, taking it all in outraged silence; stoicism being the last refuge of his assaulted dignity. Harry could appreciate that. The buck was extraordinary, but that was more or less de rigueur, the company demanded top quality.

Harry knew that there were strict rules laid down by the higher ups at MOSLA regarding the treatment, by scouts or other agents assigned to the hunt, of recently snared merchandise; no penetration (and that meant every conceivable orifice), no body wounds (and that meant even something as inconsequential as a bruise, unless received in the process of being ‘taken out’), and no extensive chatter, banter or taunting regarding the fate or destination of the ‘freshman’ bucks who were categorized as ‘wild’ and would remain so for some time pending a long period of training at one of the many centers MOSLA operated. Even stripping the new meat was tacitly discouraged, though a quick, cursory examination was understandable and occasionally necessary. That being said, there was also some informal latitude regarding observance of the above mentioned rules and every scout knew it. Harry loved his job and so that ‘latitude’ regarding MOSLA regulations was often stretched to the limits. He leaned back in his padded leather booth and, glancing around, quietly adjusted suddenly tight trousers. Yeah, that guy was quite a sight! Given the smoothness of Todd’s torso, Harry had been surprised at the lushness of the bush sprouting below his belt; all soft and wiry, sandy brown just a shade darker than his crew cut. Scratching around lazily or stroking long naked muscle, watching the minutes tick by, he alternated by working the stud’s thick cock, first with thumb and forefinger and, finally, a slow, sensuous palm job. Of course, Todd resisted as he was duty bound to do, twitching tensely on the floor, flexing the massed muscles of chest, abs and upper thighs in a way that just drove Harry wild, punctuating the steamy stillness of the empty house with the occasional low, guttural groan and, sure enough, his young penis eventually began to respond to all of the unexpected attention. Harry shivered as he recalled the sight, doing a little shimmy of his own in the depths of the warm leather booth at the airport bar. Soon enough, Todd was bathed with sweat and blushing brighter than a virgin in a barnyard and, though Harry could understand and sympathize, part of him wondered what the kid had to be embarrassed about. Shit, the stud was hung like one of the prized bulls he had no doubt raised for 4H not so very long ago. ‘Boy, you got a pecker riding between those hairy thighs that would do your daddy proud!’ The compliment was sincere, but Todd didn’t seem to appreciate it much and Harry was suddenly distracted by the sound of Ricky DiCampo whimpering through his gag, all hogtied in the corner as he watched the proceedings through wide blue eyes. Harry suddenly felt inspired.

‘Say, Ricky! How’d you like me to take that gag out of your pretty mouth?’ Ignoring the lack of positive response, the scout sauntered over and untied the spit-soaked rag, tossing it on top of a nearby back pack. Having fun was all well and good but he remembered who he was and what he was up to. Leaving DNA soaked evidence around would have been sloppy and may have even cost him his bonus. Ricky seemed pathetically grateful, croaking a mumbled thanks and then beginning to babble the usual nonsense about not telling anyone if Harry would only let him go. Harry slapped the kid hard to shut him up, hoping his face wouldn’t show the mark when the movers arrived, and cut the rope binding hands to feet, jacking the lanky stud into a sitting position in the process. ‘Get yourself over by your friend, Ricky,’ Harry nodded to the alpha buck still prone on his back with trousers and shorts hiked down to his ankles and suddenly flaccid cock sprawling like a big pale sausage along the side of his leg. Ricky scooted across the floor taking up a position seated cross legged next to Todd, trying not to look at his naked buddy but doing it anyway from the corner of his eye. ‘You like what you see, Rick?’ The scout was all solicitous curiosity, grinning broadly. ‘Don’t know what you mean man,’ the mumbled reply sounded patently insincere and sincerely scared, shitless in fact, all at the same time. ‘Oh, I think maybe you do. You know, Rick, I got a feeling you might just have this sight memorized, yeah…it’s that interesting!’ And, hefting Todd’s balls roughly in one hand he held them up, forcing Ricky, the terrified sidekick, to take a good long look and adding, ‘You guys went to school together? Yeah? Hey…Todd, ever catch Rick giving these a hungry glance in the locker room? Or (he winked), maybe you let your best buddy soap ‘em up for you in the showers?’ ‘FUCK YOU!!! AWWWWWWW…shit…’ Todd finally lost his composure and began to sob; deep, wracking wet groans that in no way impugned his masculine charms. Ricky put on a face of studied disgust that quickly changed to terror as Harry pulled the gun out of his pocket and aimed it at the center of the boy’s chest. It was all an elaborate bluff, of course, but so far the two captives had no idea why they had been taken and the radical uncertainty left a lot of room in their collective imaginations for just this sort of scenario. Harry smiled and, all reasonable, drawled, ‘I reckon both of you can do one another a big favor while we kill some time here. Yep. See, Todd here just sprouted a hard on not more than five minutes ago that makes me think he might just be longing for some relief and you, Ricky, well, maybe you’ve been thinking about giving it to him for longer than five minutes, eh?’ He could tell by the horrified look on the guy’s face that this was far from true, but hey, that was all part of the fun.’ ‘Don’t know what you mean…’ Ricky, voice quavering, looked genuinely confused. ‘It’s simple, dude. Get down on your knees…that’s right…now, bend over and take your buddy’s big prick in your mouth and start sucking.’ A moment of awkward shuffling followed by mixed groans and a soft, liquid sound filled the silence of the room. Harry, beaming ear to ear, hunkered down to watch the show, waiting for the pickup.

The scout ordered another whisky and checked his watch. Damn still another hour before I can board the plane. Why the fuck do they always tell you to get here two hours early?? He stretched and, pulling a cell phone from his pocket, punched in a number. ‘Bobby?” Yeah, Harry here. I’m in Omaha…at the airport. Right, bagged two of them, piece of cake…’ A pause, and then, ‘No kidding, you too? How many? Ah, but you say he was top notch and worth another big bonus? Shit, man- congratulations! Listen, I got an hour, tell me what happened…’ and what follows is the story that Bobby told.


1 Comment

  1. scotts60143 - March 8, 2021, 9:00 am

    Such fun with the two farm boys!! And, getting paid for it…that really makes it great! Love MOSLA and love the nips! Thanks Amal.

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