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Trace Kincaid: Mystery of the Missing Yacht Part 2

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Trace Kincaid: Mystery of the Missing Yacht Part 2
Dawn's first light filtered through the bleared window of the storage shed where Trace Kincaid lay hogtied and gagged in his bikini briefs on a gritty cement floor.  Awash in sweat and misery, the teen sleuth was exhausted after hours of frenzied yet futile struggle to free himself from the punishingly tight ropes.  His body hurt in places he didn't know he had.  Even worse than the physical pain were the searing memories of Flood's throbbing shaft buried in his mouth.  Tears of impotent rage scalded his eyes as he recalled the volcanic output of cum pooling at the back of his throat, Flood forcing him to swallow the warm salty ooze or choke.  He was now a cocksucker in the literal sense of the term and nothing, not even the passage of time, would ever purge him of that shame.    
     Trace stiffened at the sound of voices outside the shed.  One he recognized as Ra



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Trace Kincaid: Mystery of the Missing Yacht Part 1
Author's note: the following story includes depictions of male bondage and a nonconsensual sex act between men.  If that bothers you, the management invites you to visit elsewhere.  Thank you. 
Big, bluff-looking Stuart Kincaid savored a tall glass of iced tea as he watched the motor yacht Westwynde approach the private pier below his office window.  He slowly pivoted his high-backed executive chair to face the lanky young man standing expectantly before him.
     "Trace, I'm in need of a favor," he rumbled.
     Spencer "Trace" Kincaid groaned inwardly.  Uncle Stu's favors usually involved gathering intelligence on his enemies, and as a member of the Revell County board of commissioners he had no shortage of those.  He'd taken frequent and ruthless advantage of his favorite nephew's investigative skill set since Trace was fifteen and already celebrated as the "
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The coil of red rope in the background is about to be used to bind his elbows together...and the roll of duct tape will be applied on top of what tape is already on his mouth, and wrapped around his his neck and mouth repeatedly about a dozen or so times to ensure he can't make a sound.  Then some of the tape will be used to tape his fingers up tightly, so he can't even attempt to untie himself.  The just for good measure, some tape will be wrapped around his eyes and head a number of times to render him unable to see.  Then the door to that storeroom will be closed and locked with a padlock.  No one lives nearby, so there's no danger anyone will accidentally stumble by and find him.  This property is out in the middle of nowhere.  The owner of this property is on a 2 month vacation in Europe.  It would be a miracle if someone did find him in here.  The shadowy figure does not intend to let him die though...he'll be back day after tomorrow with a web cam and laptop.  He intends to put the speedo-clad man up for auction on a slave auction website where billionaires purchase humans for their own purposes.  Some of the billionaires are extreme sadists who purchase people to experiment on with cruel and painful tortures.  Some of the billionaires are serial killers who purchase people to execute in various ways.  And there are a few cannibal billionaires as well.  About the best he could possibly hope for is to be purchased by an Arabian Sheik to be turned into a gay bondage slave, and for the rest of his life kept constantly in restraints and forced to sexually please his new Master.