Ah, Kyle - you're awake. Welcome to the Catacombs; miles and miles of tunnels constructed over ten years to provide a wealthy worldwide public the best adult entertainment their vast amounts of money can buy!
"What?! Where are my clothes?"
Oh, sorry, son. I get carried away in the introduction. The salesman in me. Your clothes have been destroyed, Kyle. Along with your phone, your wallet and whatever middling funds you had have been transferred to several of our shell companies. Basically, everything about your old life has been erased.
"You can't do this to me! Help! HELP!"
Now, Kyle - let's not draw attention to yourself while you've only just arrived. Besides, we're very far into the desert. No one for a good long while. No one above ground anyway.
"Why me?..."
You caught our eye, son. I know you thought this was a private tutoring job and that's our fault for lying. But, one of our staff found you to be quite pretty and when we saw those very flattering pictures on your Instagram... we just knew you'd make us a mint while your down there. Notice the cameras?
"Are... are you going to kill me?"
No, not at all. In fact, there's even a chance you might get out as well. You see, inside this labyrinth with you are about a dozen 'bulls'. Burly gentlemen we pay to live down there and stalk boys like yourself that we procure, strip and dump inside.
Should you last a week without being captured by any of the bulls, you are released, paid handsomely and return to your life with a decent cover story on the promise that you never mention the ordeal again - lest we actually do have to kill you.
"And... and if... and if they do catch me?"
You're down there in only your underwear, Kyle. It won't take much imagination. And you won't be getting out any time soon if they do. They get very possessive over their boys and our clients do love to watch when the bulls catch a new one.
"I have to last a whole week? How far does this place go?"
Miles, son. And there are supplies and facilities. We're not complete monsters... and I'm not saying it's impossible to last a week... but you do have my sympathies. Hope you're a fast runner, boy.
With that, the hatch closed and Kyle was left in the dimly-lit cavern, petrified by every sound and flicker of light. He could hear murmurring and moans in the distance.
Morbid curiousity leading Kyle on, he followed the volume of these noises til he found a room with the door wide open. Inside the room made Kyle's blood run cold.
He stared back at Kyle; fearful and surprised. He couldn't have been older than 20. Kyle instinctively went to try and untie him, not noticing the muffled cries were not out of thanks or anticipation... but a warning as the boy could see his bull had returned and was right behind Kyle as he fidgeted with bonds.
Kyle could barely react before he was subdued. A pitiful effort, the audience thought. Not even an hour and he was already caught but no matter, they were glad Samson found another boy - as they so enjoyed seeing him work.
"Shouldn't have tried to be a hero, boy. But I'll make sure you and my other bitch get very acquainted, seeing as you were so eager to get him loose."
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"Wh... where am I?"
Ah, Kyle - you're awake. Welcome to the Catacombs; miles and miles of tunnels constructed over ten years to provide a wealthy worldwide public the best adult entertainment their vast amounts of money can buy!
"What?! Where are my clothes?"
Oh, sorry, son. I get carried away in the introduction. The salesman in me. Your clothes have been destroyed, Kyle. Along with your phone, your wallet and whatever middling funds you had have been transferred to several of our shell companies. Basically, everything about your old life has been erased.
"You can't do this to me! Help! HELP!"
Now, Kyle - let's not draw attention to yourself while you've only just arrived. Besides, we're very far into the desert. No one for a good long while. No one above ground anyway.
"Why me?..."
You caught our eye, son. I know you thought this was a private tutoring job and that's our fault for lying. But, one of our staff found you to be quite pretty and when we saw those very flattering pictures on your Instagram... we just knew you'd make us a mint while your down there. Notice the cameras?
"Are... are you going to kill me?"
No, not at all. In fact, there's even a chance you might get out as well. You see, inside this labyrinth with you are about a dozen 'bulls'. Burly gentlemen we pay to live down there and stalk boys like yourself that we procure, strip and dump inside.
Should you last a week without being captured by any of the bulls, you are released, paid handsomely and return to your life with a decent cover story on the promise that you never mention the ordeal again - lest we actually do have to kill you.
"And... and if... and if they do catch me?"
You're down there in only your underwear, Kyle. It won't take much imagination. And you won't be getting out any time soon if they do. They get very possessive over their boys and our clients do love to watch when the bulls catch a new one.
"I have to last a whole week? How far does this place go?"
Miles, son. And there are supplies and facilities. We're not complete monsters... and I'm not saying it's impossible to last a week... but you do have my sympathies. Hope you're a fast runner, boy.
With that, the hatch closed and Kyle was left in the dimly-lit cavern, petrified by every sound and flicker of light. He could hear murmurring and moans in the distance.
Morbid curiousity leading Kyle on, he followed the volume of these noises til he found a room with the door wide open. Inside the room made Kyle's blood run cold.
He stared back at Kyle; fearful and surprised. He couldn't have been older than 20. Kyle instinctively went to try and untie him, not noticing the muffled cries were not out of thanks or anticipation... but a warning as the boy could see his bull had returned and was right behind Kyle as he fidgeted with bonds.
Kyle could barely react before he was subdued. A pitiful effort, the audience thought. Not even an hour and he was already caught but no matter, they were glad Samson found another boy - as they so enjoyed seeing him work.
"Shouldn't have tried to be a hero, boy. But I'll make sure you and my other bitch get very acquainted, seeing as you were so eager to get him loose."