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His name was Frank and he was the star wrestler for the Blue Devils. He was strong, wiry and had been a billionaire son of privledge. Had been...

I had been watching him for some time and learning his habit because as of several months ago I had decided that he was going to be my prey. Its how I made a very lucrative living. Apparently many incredbly affluent individuals who shall remain nameless paid very good money for tender young men to be their willing or in many ases unwilling sex slaves. Finding them, breaking their spirits and delivering them to their new life was my buisness and buisness was booming.

Frank was your typical jock in all respects: arrogant, cock-sure, pampered and abusive to his college underclassmen. He was always the center of attention and so it was not hard to gather information on him and begin my surveilance. After carefully stalking his actions and movements like a hawk I devised the perfect plan of attack. Every, Friday he spent at a little Irish pub called Lauralen's Pantry. It was one of those disgusting family style places where every patron knows every other. I never liked those places they always smelled of cheap booze, cigarettes and failed aspirations. It was a neighborhood shithole where suburbia natives went to die. I always assumed he was just getting an early start on having the entire world decimate his dreams.

Tonight, he would show up like he always did and the entire damn bar would gather around him like he was the fucking messiah and buy him drinks in payment for his newest tale of daring-do on the college wrestling mats; then he would stagger out the door after a couple of hours jump in the nearest cab and ride off to his dorm for some XXXX.

That was the routine and routine is the first mistake with a guy like me. I watched as he waxed idiotic growing more drunk by the minute and I even spent a little money on a very special drink for him. It was a plain unasumming beer but I had slipped a few potent little pills inside. In the seemingly neverending flow of alchahol the dizzy patrons of this place showered him in he never knew the difference. I watched with anticipation as he guzzled down the sinister pale ale gotten him. He chugged stedily not missing a single drop. Even before he had polished of the mug he was begining to get a little drowsy. I could see his eyelids grow heavy, tiny little beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. I relished as he told a disapointed crowd he would be calling it an early night, and told some lie about having to be up early for a special award only given to the MVP of the wrestling team. A showman like him would never admit to any weakness in front of his drooling fans. Overconfidance was the second mistake he would make. He knew womething was wrong; however he was laboring under the delusion that it could be slept off, how wrong he was.

He slipped out into the streets, but before he could hail a cab I approached. "Need a ride buddy.". I smiled he looked at me but his eyes could not focus on my face however the Blue Devils jeresey I wore he rcognized and instantly he trusted me. He nodded his assent and all but completely fell over trying to lean on me as I walke him to my car. We reached it just before he passed out and he practically poured himself into the backseat and slept. Sweet dreams little shithead.

He awoke the next day to an unfamiliar house. His clothes had been deftly exchanged for his famous wrestling jersey and his hands had been securely lashed together. His first thought was that it was a silly hazing from his fraternity or his wrestling team. In fact he spent a good deal of time chuckling to himself and yelling that he was going to beat his friends ass once they untied him. Of course after getting no response from the walls of the room I could see clearly from my vantage point on the stairs that he was begining to get worried. I quickly grabbed a roll of duct tape, raced downstairs and smeared a long sticky strip of it over his mouth. The big he-man jock boy was about to scream.

It was not until he saw me for the first time that he realized he was not in the house of a friend but a complete stranger. I savoured the fear that welled inside his eyes as the gravity of his current situation set in. "Easy there jock boy. You are worth a great deal of money to me. However I will damage you if I get pissed now just lay there and don't move."

"Mmpphh!", was his response. Maybe he agreed but I was not an idiot. I securely wrapped several coils of rope around his ankles and headed to the kitchen to make a phone call. Now, that I had the merchandise I needed a buyer.

It did not take long to line up a meeting with interested clientale. I always had quality goods. Of course they always wanted see and sample the product beforehand and scheduled a special party at my house for just such an occasion. I would have to fully break the little shithead's spirit make sure he was nice and passive for the festivities.

I hung up the phone went t the living room only to see Frank trying vainly to hop towards the front door. The slapping noise of his bare feet smacking the floor reminded me some of the best parts of breaking a new toy. I watched as he slip and fell somewhere around his second hop and almost died laughing. If he wants to do things the hard way, more fun for me.

 pounced on him as he was getting up. The sight of his tone ass lifting into the air as he struggled to rise was almost too distracting. Plenty of tim for that later. I grabbed a handful of his reddish-brown hair and wrapped my other arm around his neck. He tried to struggle but he could not muster the leverage necessary to use his prize wrestling moves. Not, with the tght ropes that held his arms and feet. I pulled back on his head and neck and sent him spiraling into a heap on the floor. I quickly produced more rope from my pockets and kicked his legs into the air and in one fluid motion bound his ankles and wrists together. Frank layed dazed and sprawling on his back.

"Mmpphhmego.", he tried to scream again through the gag.

I"No, but since you tried to leave I will have to punish you. I slid my belt out of its pants loops struck him across that delicious ass of his. He howled into the gag. "You see I can cause you extreme pleasure or pain. It all depends on you. I will enjoy myself either way."

Frank, looked at me almost on the verge of tears and nodded his acceptance. Well, he was coing around nicely. perhaps a little to soon. Either way best not to get attached. I am a hunter and I enjoy the hunt far more then I enjoy the prey.