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The Pizza Delivery Boy

By Dylan James

Eric scanned the Help Wanted section of the classified in the Daily Tribune. It was his senior year at Union High School and he was determined to find part-time work so he could earn enough money before spring break in April to enable him to go with the other guys to Panama City. Now that he had turned eighteen, his parents could no longer veto his decisions, although he was unable to persuade them to finance the jaunt which they described as "looking for trouble."

After dismissing counter work at Burger King as being too low paying for him to accumulated the needed funds during the few months before his intended trip, an ad near the bottom of the page caught his eye.

"Great Tips," the bold heading proclaimed. The advertisement offered work for Domino's Pizza in delivery and invited applicants to appear in person only.

Wanting to make the best impression possible, Eric undressed and stepped into his bathroom to shower and shave before driving downtown for an interview. Glancing at his nude reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the door, he paused for a moment of self-scrutiny. His blonde hair and blue eyes contrasted nicely with his tanned skin. At just under six feet tall, his 160 lbs about right, he thought, as he flexed his biceps, feeling rather childish seeing himself do it in the mirror. Eric wished for a bit better muscle definition, but his persistent efforts had had only limited success.

Eric pulled his sporty Nissan around to the side of Dominos and parked so as not to interfere with customers, hoping that would suggest a good attitude. Walking into the store, he quietly asked the too-fat young woman working the counter for the manager.

She called into the back, "Mr. Dudley, can you come up front please?"

A slim, but muscular man with a brown flattop haircut modeled after the 50s appeared, looking questioningly at Eric.

“May I help you?" he asked pleasantly as he looked at Eric and smiled. "My name is Steve Dudley."

"I'm here to apply for the job as a delivery boy," he responded, returning the direct look and extending his hand. "My name is Eric Santos."

"Fine, come on back to my office," the manager invited pointing to a door marked "Employees Only" as he returned a firm handshake.

"Thank you for considering me," Eric said as he took the indicated chair in front of the man's cluttered desk in the small office. "I'm reliable and my driving record is clean."

After several cursory questions about Eric's general viewpoint, health, and hours of availability, Mr. Dudley said, "I believe you may be just what I am looking for Eric. Let's step in the back and let you try on one of the uniforms. I do expect employees to be in uniform when on duty."

Eric rose and followed him down a short hallway to a set of doors marked "Men's Lockers," and "Women's Lockers."

"Come in here and I will find you a uniform," Dudley said as he held the door for his prospective employee.

The locker room was a small, unpainted concrete block facility with a wooden bench down the middle, a set of blue metal lockers to the right, and a large tan storage cabinet with full-length door to the left. The single window had translucent glass and was covered by white mini blind. The blue carpet on the floor showed evidence of repeated spills of soft drinks.

"Slip off your shirt and pants, Eric," Dudley instructed while I find something which should be your size.

As the manager turned and shuffled through stacks of neatly-folded garments on the middle shelf of the storage unit, Eric sat down on the bench and unlaced and removed his Nikes before unfastening his dress pants and sliding them down and over his feet. He removed his tie and unbuttoned his neatly-pressed tan shirt, laying the items on top of his discarded trousers.

Dudley turned, paused, and stared intently at Eric for several seconds, just long enough to give him a tiny bit of an awkward feeling, before handing him the regulation employee uniform.

"I'll go back to my office to give you privacy while you finish dressing," he said. "Come let me look you over when you get these on."

Eric thought that timing of Mr. Dudley's concern for his privacy was a bit off as he pulled on the shirt and pants, finding that they were a satisfactory fit. After passing final inspection in the man's office and filling out the necessary employment papers, he had the job.

"Florida, here I come," he though gleefully.

Over the next few weeks, Eric found that his income, while below his expectations, was going to be adequate to achieve his financial goal. His initial, vaguely uncomfortable feeling about the way Mr. Dudley had almost seemed to leer at him with he was in his underwear in the changing room disappeared as his employer proved to be friendly, extraordinarily cooperative, and accommodating.

Friday night has been a good one Eric found as he quickly counted his tips in the last few minutes before closing time. Following a phone call, Dudley approach him apologetically.

"Eric, do you mind making one more run?" he asked. "It's on the edge of our delivery area."

"Sure, I'll be glad to," Eric readily agreed, anticipating enough to finish his night's tips out to $50.

Eric drove slowly down the dark, unfamiliar street looking for the address, finally locating it at the end of a cul de sac. While the neighborhood was not the best, the modest vinyl-sided cottage was neat and the yard well trimmed. A security light illuminated the front yard and the porch light was on. Eric's hopes of substantial tip dimmed, but he carried the pizza to the door and sharply rang the bell twice. The door promptly swung inward to reveal a medium build man who appeared to be in his late 20s. He had a stubble of beard and his black hair appeared to have had no recent acquaintance with a comb, but he was neatly dressed in Dockers and a polo shirt.

"Pizza delivery, Sir," he said.

"Come on in, kid, and I'll get the money," the man responded as he stepped back to admit Eric. "Just put it on the table over there," he added, indicating an inexpensive dinette table at the side of the living room.

Eric placed the pizza at the designated place while the man stepped into an adjacent room. He returned an extended a twenty dollar bill toward the youth. As he reached for it, the customer grasped his hand and twisted his arm painfully behind his back with a sudden move.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Eric cried out in surprise and alarm as the man shoved him toward a brown couch. "Let me go!"

"I don't think so, boy," he said with a steely voice as he jerked at Eric's shirt savagely, tearing off the top two buttons and inserting his hand to feel the boy's chest heavily through his white cotton t shirt. "Very nice," he muttered with an evil grin as he forced the boy down onto the couch on his back and released his arm.

"W-what do you want?" Eric asked fearfully as the man laid his hand on his right thigh and squeezed it firmly through his jeans.

"The first thing I want is your pants off," he sneered as he took hold of the top of Eric's jeans and jerked them, popping open the snap."

"No, you don't!" Eric protested as he desperately fought to prevent the man from unzipping his jeans.

Despite his efforts, the man forced the zipper down and reached behind him and jerked the open pants down over his hips and pulled them to his knees, partially dislodging his white cotton briefs in the process so that the upper part of his buttocks showed and his pubic hair peeked over the elastic band.

"Just right," the man said as he ran his hands slowly down Eric's bare thighs. "Smooth and firm...just what I like. Hold still while I get these down so I can check your butt."

As he started to slide Eric's shorts down, the boy desperately drove his knee into the man's groin, causing him to gasp and cry out in agony.

"You little shit! You're... gonna... regret... that," the man struggled out as he held his aching testicles and dropped to his knees in front of the couch, momentarily helpless.

Seizing the opportunity, Eric stood up, jerked his briefs and jeans into place, and ran desperately for the door, opening it and fleeing to his car. He started the motor and sped off with his tire spinning noisily on the gravel driveway. He drove rapidly back to the store, unconcerned with speed limits or traffic lights in the sparse night traffic. Eric skidded to a stop just as Mr. Dudley was locking the outside door.

"Eric! You're back," he said in surprise.

"You weren't gonna wait for me to return and change out of my uniform?" Eric asked, puzzled at the departure from the usual pattern, but quickly adding, "I ran into some real problems on that run."

As Mr. Dudley listened quietly, Eric outlined the events of the last half hour, explaining that he not only had been assaulted, but had not collected for the pizza.

"I'm sorry it turned out that way, Eric," Dudley said soothingly. "I could call the police and have him arrested, but if you don't mind I want to handle it more informally. He was probably half drunk. We don't need any bad publicity–hurts our business. Would you drive back over there with me so I can take care of it? I'd sure appreciate it."

"I-I guess so...long as you're with me. From the way that guy felt of me and looked at me, he had to be gay. I sure don't want him getting hold of me again. He was going for my butt and cock. I could see it on his face."

Patting Eric's shoulder, Dudley replied, "You're an attractive young man. But he had no right to treat you that way. An apology is well called for and I will see that he provides one."

The two climbed into Mr. Dudley's jeep and after the several miles drive pulled into the driveway. The house was now dark as the two walked to the door where Dudley pounced heavily, calling out, "Lance, open up in there!"

"You know his name?" Eric asked in astonishment, "But...how?"

The door swung open and Lance spit out, "I let him get away Steve. Damn, he took me by surprise and kneed me in the balls!" He stopped abruptly when he saw Eric standing there, and broke out with a big smile. "Well, well, look at this," he added.

"Mr. Dudley, I don't understand," Eric wailed as the two men seized him and roughly dragged him inside the cottage.

"You will soon enough, Eric," he responded as lightly patted the side of the boy's face with his left hand while maintaining his firm hold on his upper arm with his other hand. "Damn, you're a cute boy," he added softly.

"Let's get his clothes off, Steve," Lance urged as they shoved him to a sitting position on the couch. "I can't wait to finish checking him out. He sure did feel great."

"I buy into that!" Steve replied. "I think about seeing him in his briefs every time he comes to work." Reaching down and placing his hand on Eric's bulge, he added, "Now I get to see what's inside them."

Eric's eyes were wide with shock and fear as he tried to twist from the man's exploring fingers as he tightened his grip on his genitals and winked at his accomplice.

"No, please...I'm not gay...y'all can't do this to me...please Mr. Dudley," Eric begged.

"Your sexual orientation is not relevant, Eric," Steve remarked. "A straight boy tastes just as good as a gay one."

"T-tastes...oh no, you're gonna suck me off, aren't you?" he asked in disgust. "I just can't see how anybody could stand to do that!"

"You're assuming too much, Eric," Steve responded with a smile. "There are more things that taste good about a young man than his cum."

"W-what do you mean?" he asked fearfully.

"Shut up kid! You'll find out soon enough," Lance interjected. "Let's quit stalling and strip him, Steve."

"You get his shoes and socks off while I work from the other end," Steve instructed as he unfastened the remaining buttons on Eric's shirt, preparing to pull it over his shoulders and arms.

Lance crouched in the floor in front of Eric where he untied and loosened the laces on his shoes, before grasping each at the heel and working them off the boy's feet. Pushing his jeans legs up, he slid down the boy's white athletic socks, one at a time and tucked them inside his Nikes.

"Ready for his jeans to come off," Lance said eagerly as he ran the tips of his fingers over their prisoner's bare foot.

"Just a minute," Steve replied as he took hold of the bottom of Eric's t shirt and pulled it up to his arm pits. "Raise your arms!" he ordered.

Eric reluctantly complied with the imperative and Steve pulled the garment upward and over his arms, exposing his smooth chest and flat abdomen.

Steve held Eric by his upper arms and said, "I'll hold him while you take his pants off, Lance. Get his briefs off too. We want him bare ass."

Eric cursed, twisted, and flailed his legs, but was unable to prevent the two from stripping him. Lance lifted his flaccid penis and licked his lips hungrily as he rolled it between his index finger and thumb. Shifting his fingers to the boy's scrotum, he lifted his testicles with a smirk.

"You picked out a good one, Steve," he observed as he leaned over and licked the boy's nipples and murmured, "Mmmmmm" as they involuntarily hardened under his touch.

"Stand up and let me see that fine ass, Eric," Steve ordered.

"How can you do me this way, Mr. Dudley?" Eric protested.

"Quite easily," he answered. "Get him on his feet, Lance."

Steve sat on the edge of the couch and spread his legs as his associate jerked the naked boy to his feet and forced him between his associates legs with his buttocks only inches from his face. He grasped a portion of one cheek in each hand and opened and closed his hands repeatedly on the soft skin with the underlying firmness of muscles.

Eric's heart rate and respiration increased markedly; he began to sweat, and to his chagrin his penis began to enlarge partly due to anxiety as to this fate and partly because of his nudity and their direct stimulation of his body.

"Look, he likes it," Lance asserted. "He's getting a hard on."

Steve shoved his right hand between Eric's thighs and fondled his testicles and then his semi-erect penis.

"Yeah, he sure does," he agreed with a grin. "I don't know how long that will keep up though."

"I don't like it!" Eric said truthfully. "I just get hard at crazy times sometimes. Y'all better let me go or you're going to be in big trouble."

"On the contrary, it is you who is in a difficult situation," Dudley countered. "You are totally in our power and with no way out. Make it as easy on yourself and cooperate if you know what is good for you."

"No!" Eric shouted as he frantically began to exert himself in a frenzied attempt to pull free from his captors.

"Get some rope, Lance. We've got a real fighter on our hands here."

While the man went to get the rope, Steve locked his arms around Eric's chest and arms and held him tightly while he struggled uselessly, alternating begging and threats. Lance returned with several lengths of strong brown rope. Taking a piece, he crossed the boy's legs at the ankles and wrapped it several times around them and tied it securely. Before proceeding to restrain him further, he took hold of the large calf muscle on each leg and drew his hands slowly down them, giving Eric a diabolical look at he did so and licking his lips hungrily again.

The two men forced the youth onto his stomach on the couch and while Steve crossed his hands behind his back, Lance bound his wrists tightly. Standing up, they stepped back a short distance to admire their prize.

"He's mighty fine looking. You sure know how to pick them out," Lance observed.

"Y-you mean you hired me so you could do this to me?" Eric asked in shocked disbelief?

"Being a delivery story manager does have its advantages," Dudley admitted with a broad smile. "It gives me access to some very fine young men. It's nothing personal, Eric. Actually I like you very much and you made a good worker. It will be hard to replace you."

"R-replace me?" he quaked, suddenly understanding the precarious nature of his situation. "Surely y'all aren't gonna kill me? I won't say anything about this...go ahead and suck or fuck me if you have to," he offered. "I'll cooperate."

"How about you sucking both of us?" Lance asked with a knowing wink at Steve.

"Yeah, yeah, sure! Whatever you guys want. Just don't hurt me," Eric plead desperately.

"You'd promise anything, Eric. Do you take us for fools?" Dudley replied. "If we let you go, you would go straight to the cops. Give us some credit! Besides, our plans for you are a far cry from including releasing you. You'll understand in due time. Now please take it like a man and quit whining."

"I'm ready for some ass. How about you, Steve?" Lance asked as he patted Eric's bare buttocks appreciatively.

"You better believe it," he responded eagerly. "I've been ready for this teenager's butt since the first time I saw him."

Looking lustfully at Eric, the two men slowly and completely undressed while they continued to discuss his physical attributes with fiery anticipation. Both of them were muscular with hairy chests, arms, and legs. Both men were well-hung and sexual arousal had them both erect and oozing precum.

"No, please, I'm just a boy," he begged as he looked at them fearfully.

"Not anymore, Eric," Dudley stated with finality. "When you turned 18 you became an adult."

"Yeah, legal age to be fucked and the rest that we have planned for you," gloated Lance as he grasped the shaft of his penis and leaned over and touched it to Eric's buttocks despite his attempts to twist his body so as to avoid contact with the organ.

Over the next hour the two men took turns enjoying their young captive, ignoring his pleading and laughing derisively when he cummed with each one of them.

"Boy, you've messed up my couch real bad," Lance teased. "I ought to make you lick it clean."

To Eric's surprise Dudley untied him and escorted him to the bathroom so he could urinate.

"There's towels under the lavatory, Eric. Get one and take a good shower," the man instructed.

While Dudley watched, Eric gratefully cleaned up, showering a long time with the hottest water he could stand.

As he was toweling himself dry, the man explained, "We are going to let you rest for the night, Eric–here in your own room at Lance's house. I must go back to the store and dispose of your car while it is still night."

Dudley called to his confederate and together they escorted the nude boy down the hallway and tied him spread-eagle on a comfortable double bed, attaching a rope from each wrist and ankle to one of the substantial bedposts. Lance spread a sheet neatly over the boy and tucked it around his neck.

"Just call me if you get cool tonight," he said with mock concern.

Sleep was slow in coming to the exhausted boy and he heard the two men in the front of the house talking and noisily clanging what seemed to be pots and pans. Despite the unnerving circumstances, he finally fell asleep despite his uncomfortable position and the tight restraints.

The next morning Steve and Lance awoke Eric to the delicious aroma of bacon and eggs, shaking him gently by the shoulder.

"Okay, pal, we're going to untie you so you can eat breakfast. But don't try anything or you'll be sorry," Steve admonished.

The three sat around the dinette table and ate breakfast together. Eric was sullen, but his captors joked and discussed the day's news. Despite their genial demeanor, the fact that they were dressed and he was nude showed that his status had not changed from that of prisoner.

"Too bad about JFK Jr." Steve lamented. "Even if he was late 30s he was a succulent looking guy. A real waste the way he went out."

"You know it," Lance returned. "Too bad we couldn't have got ahold of him. We would have taken good care of him."

Eric had heard the political prince described many way, but "succulent" was new to him. He wondered exactly what they meant, but did not dare risk asking. Perhaps they would release him after all, he hoped. He decided to encourage that outcome.

"Mr. Dudley, I really enjoyed last night. You guys made me cum better than I ever had in my life. Maybe we can work out something real regular? I'd sure like that," he lied.

"Eric, stop it please," Dudley said, placing his hand lightly on the boy's forearm. "This isn't going to do you a bit of good."

"We're gonna do it tonight, ain't we, Steve?" Lance asked as he leered hungrily at the boy's lightly muscled chest.

"Guys, please give me some time to get over being sore?" Eric begged.

"Eric, I think you have a right to know what is going to happen to you," Steve said sympathetically. The truth is that Lance and I are going to kill you and roast you for our dinner."

"Yeah, sure!" Eric returned, grinning at what he took to be a joke. "You guys are cannibals and I am the meat. Very funny."

"You won't think it is so funny when we have you hanging by your feet and I am start cutting your throat!" Lance said flatly in a manner that caused a chill to run down Eric's back as the man looked directly at him.

"Y-you mean...it's for real?" the teenager asked is shocked realization of his predicament as the two exchanged knowing glances.

"You will make an excellent pork roast, Eric...far better than any pizza," his former employed said with finality as he got up and stood behind the teenager and began to heavily massage his shoulders. "It would be ideal to put you on a special diet for a few days, but we have to deal with reality. You will be very satisfactory just as you are."

The day passed all too quickly for Eric. About 5:00 his captors walked ominously into the room where he sat tied to a straight chair. He cut his eyes up fearfully at them as he struggled to maintain calm.

"It's time, Eric," Steve said with a determined voice. "Please don't make this any harder on yourself than is necessary. Just cooperate and you will experience very little discomfort."

Lance brandished a large hunting knife. "I've had plenty of experience piggy. You're in good hands with me."

The two led the boy downstairs to an unfinished basement as he trembled lightly. As Lance had predicted, they looped a strong rope around his ankles, put the free end through a pulley, and suspended him with his head barely above the floor.

The two did not speak directly to the teenager, put talked between themselves, touching various parts of his body and discussing his fate as if he were not present.

"I want a nice thick steak from his butt," Steve remarked as he felt first one of Eric's cheeks and then the other. "And then some pork from his thighs," he added as he stroked the quads admiringly.

"Here's what I want first," Lance stated as he felt the boy's testicles and penis hungrily. "And his are really nice and tender feeling."

"You won't get any competition from me on that," Steve said with mild aversion. "I never have understood why you like those parts so well."

"Y-you're talking about me like I am a side of beef," Eric wailed. "You have no right to do this to me! Please.....guy....you can't."

"Wanna bet?" Lance retorted as he grasped the boy's penis in his left hand and pulled it tight as he placed the edge of the knife blade at its base."

"No you don't," Steve said sharply as he jerked the man's arm back angrily. "I've told you before about this. I won't tolerate cruelty. Cut his throat first!"

"Aw, okay...you're always a party pooper," the man whined as he laced his hands in the teenager's blonde hair and pulled his head back to expose his neck. With a quick slice he dispatched the piggy.

Over the next several hours, the two gradually butchered their handsome captive as each sliced away his favorite parts and took them upstairs to the kitchen. The fragrant aroma of roasting pork soon filled the small dwelling as the men feasted.

"Too bad about your Florida trip, Eric," Steve said as he cut a slice from a butt steak to chew and swallow it, savoring the excellent flavor of the roast boymeat. "But it is true that you might have gotten into serious trouble if you had gone. You really should have listened to your parents."

The next day, Mr. Dudley phoned the Daily Tribune. "I have an advertisement to place in the Help Wanted section of the classified," he said. "The heading will be ‘Great Tips.'"

The End