He was lured in by the promise of a great deal on a car, by a man that lived in his neighborhood. “Excuse me, would you be interested in buying a car at a great price?” “No thanks,” Kelly answered with disinterest. “Are you sure, its a steal? I always see you working on them at your house and I thought…” "How much?” Kelly interrupted. After getting over the price shock he asked to see it. “Well, it broke down off of old mill road in the hills, I’ll give you a deal if you go with me to tow it.” “Alright I will.” They planned on Saturday, meeting him at the corner gas station. Up pulled a baby blue Econoline van, and sure enough it was he. He was kind of a loaner; Actually Kelly couldn’t recall ever knowing where the old man lived. He opened the door for Kelly as Kelly slid in. “Hello he spoke.” as they exchange greetings before they headed into the hills. His van was trashed on the inside; there were clothes, rolls of tape, newspapers magazines, etc. all over the floor. Looking down at the floor Kelly saw a Taboo magazine. Laughing aloud he picked it up off of the floor of the van. “Oh yeah, wonder where that came from?” the old man chuckled. Though not very convincing, Kelly was interested only in its contents. The old man had a way of making Kelly comfortable soon thumbing through the glossy pages of the sweet smelling magazine. “I have quite a few others the old man said pointing to the back.” Looking back Kelly could hardly see through the curtains of the van. “Go ahead go back there and take a look.” He spoke of a woman that he met with on a continual basis. He told Kelly that she was quite a horny girl, and to disregard any womanly articles he may come across. Balancing to get up, the old man said. “Hold on I will pull over.” That’s ok, keep driving I’ll be fine” Trying to play of his excitement, that old man was too cunning for the signs to be hidden. The dimly lit van had a chest of magazines alongside of two other chests that were shut. Across from them was a glossy black upholstered bench seat that Kelly sat down on. A light came on as the old man peered back between the curtains. “Does that help?” “Yes,” Kelly replied rather shyly. The chest was packed with magazines depicting women bound and gagged in multiple positions. There were some catalogues as well. Picking up on of the catalogs, Kelly thumbed through the rich colored pages of lipsticked captives in the highest heels he had ever seen. Dressed in girdles and seamed stockings, they were bound face down in sexual positions, exposed and headed for some sort of sexual humiliation. Kelly squirmed to readjust his erection unable to believe what he was seeing. Since a young boy he has fantasized about such things but since then has never experienced anything like this. “What do you think? She gets into it doesn’t she?” Kelly was easily fooled by the story the old man fed him, as he remained back there looking through the thousands of magazines. Opening the chest next to it he discovered a pair of 7” heels just like the ones in the magazines. Thinking he heard the old man he shut the chest and grabbed the magazine again. Once comfortable, he reached for the chest again finding several restraints, ball gags, Dildos! And blindfolds. Curious he opened the other chest finding it filled with women’s’ undergarments. stockings, girdles, corsets, wigs, makeup, jewelry, skirts, tops, stockings, some latex garments, with dildos. Shocked, he chuckled to himself as he grabbed the high heel. Hiding it next to him, he undid his shoe and stretched his leg outward behind the chest. It would now be out of view of the old man as his curiosity made him lay the heel across from him as he crammed his naked slender pointed toe into the stiff glossy leather shoe. Forcing his size 8 1\2 foot deeper inside of the tightly leather sarcophagus, he felt chills run through him as his heel slipped into the severely pointed shoe. He closed his eyes, mouth open as he gasped taking a deep breath of exhilaration. Peering down he felt his erection explode trying to struggle out of it trouser prison. He looked down his smooth tan leg seeing his full arched foot pointed and tightly encased in the purely feminine high heel shoe as the pointed toe angled outward at a 90degree angle, so extreme and so arousing to this young boys experience lacking eyes. Twisting his foot outward he got a glimpse of the pencil thin heel that shot away from his like a sharpened nail. “He tried to figure out a way to take the shoes from the van, as a deep desire burned within him to wear them in a place where he would be uninhibited by others. He set the second heels next to the first and continued looking through the chest. The old man looked out into the vast barren hillside as a deviant smile fell across his face as if to be concocting a scheme of some large magnitude. He reached into the door panel pocket and pulled a glob of Vaseline from the jar that was put there a while ago. Sliding his hand in his zipper he smeared the greasy glob along his perverted penis as he slowly stroked himself to thoughts of sadomasochistic activities. He knew the boy wouldn’t come up and that he would be more concerned about the old man going back there. Hey Kelly,” Jumping he replied,” Yeah?” “Can you keep an eye back there to make sure nothing gets thrown around?” Sure he said. "I will remain up here, I have to close the partition because I’d like to smoke. Do you need anything for the next 30 minutes?” “NO,” Kelly spoke. “OK feel free to look through the magazine, organize them if you’d like” He said closing a sliding wood partition. He pulled his erection from his trousers smiling as he wiped his hand off. He took a glass pipe from the dashboard, and with a small hand held torch he lit the pipe until a thick white smoke billowed up the tube to his smiling lips. Holding it in he was overcome by euphoria as images of tied and struggling women filled his head. Taking another hit he replaced the pipe and took himself in his left hand again. Kelly quickly removed his pants sitting on the glossy black bench as the cold plastic shocked his fragile cheeks. He ran his hand up his left leg thinking about how smooth it was a. He quickly dismissed the thought of why he had nearly no hair on his legs. Opening the trunk, the light shone across a field of glossy black latex, pink skirts, and several girdles and stocking packages. Nervously he kept looking at the sliding door between him and the old man as he opened a package containing a pair of women’s sheer taupe nylon stockings. Extremely excited he took the stocking and gathered it up in his fingers just like the woman in the magazine in front of him. He pointed his toe and forced the material around his slender foot and heel. Slowly he pulled the nylon up his left leg as his knee pressed into his chest. He ran his hands up his leg smoothing out the sheer material. Repeating the same steps he dressed his right leg in a similar fashion, as he frantically dug for some type of a garter belt. Reaching along the edge, he felt the clasp of a black girdle that he pulled to the surface. He knelt to remove his underwear as he stepped into the circle of satin and lace that he pulled up around his hips. The tight ring of material clung tirelessly to his slender figure as he realized that it would cover his entire torso and chest. Unable to turn back he slipped into the taught constricting body hugging garment as the smell of roses invaded his nostrils. The old man smiled to himself as he watched his struggling visitor in a monitor attached to a small camera in the back. He watched as the boy attached the silky nylons to the garter clips, straightening out the stockings on him. He watched Kelly put his pants back on sliding his sockless feet into the sandals, as he hid the heels under the bench. Looking deeper in the chest Kelly came across a photo album containing something he would never recover from after seeing. The first page he saw the old man naked in a latex uniform similar to a German soldiers. Kelly unaware of the implications laughed to himself, as he looked further. There were more images of him in semi nude poses, but not until Kelly saw the second page did he begin to panic. On page two he saw several latex hooded people bound and gagged in female uniforms, paying no mind he continued on. The third page had photos of the old man posing with them as he straddled the middle figure. Kelly gasped as he saw the fourth page; forcing his hand over his mouth he dropped the album leaning back in sheer terror. Picking it up again he looking at the photo to validate its’ existence. There in front of him were the old man’s balls deep in the ass of a boy who had been transformed into a woman, dressed as a high-heeled girdle slut. He was wearing the same girdle Kelly had snuck into. “Well maybe it was a mutual encounter” he tried to justify. “Really, maybe it’s not like I think. Sneaking the heels into his backpack, he took the realistic dildo and a makeup kit and wig as well. He won’t miss anything with all of this stuff. Knocking on the panel, the old man opened it telling him that they had to stop by his cabin to get a towing chain. He seemed to be acting quiet for some reason but he never let it bother me. We pulled up to a desolate cabin where he stopped the van. “Come on in and help yourself to a soda.” It was dark inside and musty, an recliner sat across the room, the old man came from down the hall motioning Kelly to follow him, “What do you want?” “I need your help come on.” Down the dark hall we went until he couldn't see. “Where are you?” Kelly asked. “ Here, over here, hold this,” he told him as Kelly grabbed a metal pole that came out of the ground. All of a sudden handcuffs were clasped around Kelly’s wrists, “Hey what are you doing?” “How’s this?” The old man asked. Confused, Kelly reached out as the old man handed him his erect cock! Pulling away Kelly shouted, “Oh god what are you doing?” “Shut the hell up” The old man scolded him as he grabbed him around the waist. He was helpless to stop him, his wrists cuffed above him as he kicked and struggled. His pants were unbuttoned and stripped down around his ankles. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a girl you know that?” He told me. “What?” Kelly blurted out. (Glad he didn't like boys) “Let me go I have to be at work in an hour.” “Don’t worry you be at work. Now open wide!” He said, wrapping his hand around the back of Kelly’s neck as his other hand guided a thick rubber penis shaped gag right in his mouth. He began to scream muffled by the gag as the old man continued to wrap tape around his head cramming it in him. Terrified, he twisted and resisted needlessly for it was no use. He had big plans for him. In pitch black he was stripped naked minus his earlier found costume. “Hug the pole he told Kelly as his fat hairy chest pressed into his naked back. MmmmpphH!!! The old man took Kelly’s ear in his mouth and sucked it as he groped the silken-legged captive. He whispered, “You are the prettiest thing I ever did see. You make a perfect bitch.” Just then Kelly felt his erection against his thigh as the old man grinded it into Kelly’s stockinged leg The old man’s legs embracing him, he screamed and moaned through the gag spreading Kelly’s legs the old man reached between them from behind cupping his balls and cock around the base as he pulled them back between his legs tying a rope around them. They were tied there to the belt around his waist. Over the next several days he dressed him in women’s’ stockings, panties, a bra and a girdle that the stockings clipped to. His hair was dyed and curled into a Marylyn Monroe hairstyle. Even high heels and pearl were on him, as he would let Kelly out of the room to get some air. On a leash, in front of a camera in handcuffs he would lead Kelly around balanced on 6" heels, as he would swat him with a riding crop, laughing at him. As Kelly, mouth full of a red ball gag and eyes coated with mascara, was overcome by a facial expression of shock and fear as the old man stood over him and…. to be continued