Wednesday, June 28, 2023

A friend of mine took one of my photos from Devient Art and wrote and awesome story. Here it is. He wishs to remain anonymous

 



BASED ON: SCREAM FOR DADDY


Ryan wasn’t an idiot. But he definitely had behaved like an idiot recently, and that’s how he got in

this mess. See, when your dad is rich, you have a kind of a dartboard over you. Ryan knew that.

People want your daddy’s money. The most people want to get their hands on it by manipulating

you. Some otre people might want to hurt you to get it.

As a kid, as a teen, he was warned about that endlessly. Keep close to the guards. Stick to the best

zones of the city. Take care with the companies you surround yourself by. Blah blah. He grew up

and he noticed that nothing happened. He was never kidnapped. And, as a young 18 yeard old man

now, attractive and with a nice physical form, he felt confident that all the warnings his parents gave

him were to keep his gullible kid self safe. But that in the real world, all the security measures were

excessive, and unnecesary. He was mature and strong. He could look after himself.

So this is how he alongside a group of friends went to a holiday in Eastern Europe, insisting in

keeping the security staff at the minimum. This is how while partying during the nights in Belgrade,

he wasn’t careful about exactly with whom he talked while being half drunk, and how many stuff he

revealed: in which hotel he was, what was his routine, even details of the security.

Yeah, Ryan was an idiot during the trip, but now he was paying the price. Ambushed that morning

in his way to the centre of Belgrade to meet with his group of friends, the young man was assaulted

by a group of 5 men as he was crossing a perfect spot, a very small and narrow street. He was

pulled into a van, a black sack placed over his handsome face, slammed harshly against the floor of

the van, then held into place and kicked until the lack of air made him lose conciousness.

Ryan had woken up alone, in an old, chaotic, dirty room. Clearly in a place that could only be used

for crime. The boy had been undressed to his tight white tank top and his blue boxer briefs, and was

tied up to a chair bolted to the floor. Wrists tied up tightly behind the back of the chair, a rope

digging in his chest just bellow his pecs and pinning his back to the back of the chair, and his strong

legs tied at ankles and knees to the legs of the chair.

Of course, Ryan had tried to escape. But the ropes were tight and damn strong and the knots were as

neat as they were completely out of reach. Maybe he could get out of the ropes, but he would need

hours of methodical struggling. The only thing he managed was to tire himself, sweat, and get more

uncomfortable. Little by little, being restrained started to be painful.

However he had not too much time to struggle all by himself, as Ryan soon discovered that things

were going to get way, way more uncomfortable for him. Two men entered in, one older, one

younger. The older one brough a camera, a filthy cloth and a roll of heavy silver duct tape. The

younger one brought nothing, as in his hands he had boxing gloves.

Ryan knew what this was going to be. He was going to be tortured for ransom. And he wanted to

avoid it. He wanted to avoid the worst of it, at least. So he bargained. “My father will pay you

whatever you want. There is no need to torture me. He will. I promise!”, the boy said in a slow and

carefully pronunciated english, as he assumed that his captors were Eastern European and would

have maybe a basis english.

He was surprised though when he listened the older man speak in a perfect american english. Bad

signal, as this probably mean that he was monitored and followed the whole tripp. “Oh, have you

listened to that? This is going to be easier of what we expected. Very good, then... Let’s make it fast


and easy”, the captor got the camera ready, pointed it straight at Ryan. “Tell your Daddy that if he

doesn’t pay 10 million in 24 hours, you are dead”

After that he pressed record. Ryan was nervous, and of course, he was not happy with making his

dad to pay 10 million to these filthy people. But the main thing, the only thing that mattered was to

get out of these alive. And he knew his dad. He would pay. “Dad. I have been kidnapped and I am

being held for ransom. Please, follow the indications that you will be given by mail and pay 10

million in 24 hours. Or they will kill me”

The older man stopped recording and looked at the younger one with the boxing gloves. “What do

you think?”

“You tell me, dad”, the younger one replied, revealing that the captors were dad and son. “After all

you could get better in the role of the father of this piece of shit we got here. If you got this video...

would you pay the ransom?”.

Ryan looked a second time as the younger guy. Wasn’t he that so cool guy he had met in various

pubs the recent nights? The one that asked so many things about his trip and details about it? The

one that suggested the route to the centre of the city that he took precisely that morning? Ryan

wasn’t entirely sure, as he was drunk during all those night. But had enough suspicions to feel really

dumb.

“Mmmm. Depends of the son. For example, if it was with you, no”, the younger captor grunted but

smiled at the tease of his father. “So it can work or it can’t work. Depends of his father and the

exact relationship he has with this dumb brat of his. From our research, his especiality is wasting

Daddy’s money in clothing and stupid stuff, so better not to risk it. Furthermore, the video is

missing something essential. When watching it, I don’t feel the need to hurry up and pay the money.

We need... drama. So! Get to work, son”

“Great. It’s time to make a proper ransom video. I’ll start with that pretty face of yours. Don’t forget

to scream for Daddy”, just after that, the older captor pressed the record button.

“No wait! I am sure he will PUGH!”

Those were the last words that Ryan could say in an orderly manner. What followed, were 30

minutes of a methodic and strong beating. Clearly the younger captor knew what he was doing and

as promised, focused first in the face, working it hard and attacking from all the angles. And then

moved to the strong and fit body of his captive. Punching here and there, changing the attack,

surprise striking where his target wasn’t expecting it.

During all of this, if they got something from Ryan, it was screams. Blood fell from his nose and the

sweat appeared more and more in his athletic body as he was beaten. He kept screaming. Begging

his father to pay. Struggling against the ropes but there was not escape to the red gloved hitting him

once and again. This was torture. This was pain. Like if he was paying for all the privileges he had

had in his comfortable life.

When the beating was done, as a conclusion for the ransom video, the torturer left the boxing gloves

and took more white rope. “We need to show your Daddy that here we won’t be allowing you to

relax a fucking second. Get ready to suffer more, but this time with the ropes”, and he did, as he

was roped big time. Elbows tightly tied together. Chest completely tightened against the chair with

extra ropes. Legs extra tied too. When finished the prisoner was tied so fucking tight and every


muscle of his body was screaming for freedom. But Ryan could do nothing about that. He had been

fucking kidnapped, fucking tortured.

Exhausted and defeated, Ryan could do nothing as his captor pulled his hair up and pushed the

filthy cloth inside his pretty richboy mouth as the older kidnapper recorded his face closely as he

was being gagged with the heavy duct tape, wrapped 10 times around his head.

“This will do, I think”, the older captor said, taking the camera with himself. Now he had to get the

video sent, he had all the payment details and the message to go alongside the video ready. “You

can play with himself, son. You did good finding out that he would be the perfect target. But

remember, we need to wait for the ransom to arrive before... you know”

“Don’t worry. I know that the focus is in the money”, his son replied as the other kidnapper left the

room, leaving Ryan alone with his younger captor, who put the boxing gloves again. “Your father

pampered you with all the money, your private school, etc. My father pampers me, too. But with

another stuff. He knows how much I love to rope and torture boys and guys. Especially rich, pretty

ones like you. It’s my kind of hobbie. So, get ready for some fun Ryan. I got a lot of plans for you

until the ransom is paid. Oh”, the young man raised the chin of his gagged captive to make him look

up. “And if it wasn’t obvious. You’ll be killed after the ransom is paid. A shame you can’t tell

Daddy about that, right?”

And then the screams returned. But Daddy could not hear them this time.