The first page of the ebook, The Abduction, by Daryl Masters. Available on amazon.com
DAY 1
The first email—Nov 23, 2009
To: Josh Silverstein
From: Master X
Subject: Abduction and enslavement
NOTIFICATION
Your abduction and subsequent enslavement has been scheduled in one week’s time, on 30 Nov 09, at 12 noon. No special arrangements for your seizure need to be taken by you; as a courtesy, however, this email is being sent so that necessary preparations concerning employment, housing, legal and financial matters, etc. may be taken. Here is a summary of the recommended actions
· Employment—you may wish, as a courtesy to your employer, to terminate employment at some time during the next week. However, in your position as Assistant to the Creative Director of Woods and Hall Advertising, and with your relative lack of tenure (start date 24 May 06), it will likely be assumed, after three consecutive non-reported absences, that you have abandoned employment. Thus, this step is entirely at your discretion.
· Housing—in a similar vein, you may wish to contact the property manager, J. W. Stein and Associates, of your apartment to advise him of your imminent termination of occupancy. Since your address, at 83 West 94th Street, apartment 4B is desirable, termination of your lease may likely be assumed. This, too, is at your discretion, since legal action will be likely after three months of failure to pay rent. You may choose to regard this action, then, as moot.
· Legal / financial—understand that after your abduction, a death certificate in your name will be filed in a remote county, and you will legally cease to exist. You may choose to seek legal council to arrange for provision of personal effects (of which you have few) to specific beneficiaries. In a similar vein, you may wish to contact Social Security to ascertain that your account (SSN 374-89-3303) is accurate and up to date. Your bank (Citibank, Checking Account 012 327846) will automatically close after determination of death, and hold such funds (1,245.86 as of 29 Nov 09) in escrow until directed by probate court. You may choose, as a personal matter, to settle personal debts, responsibilities, etc. As you have no animals / pets, arranging for their care need not concern you.
· Medications—Atacand 16 mg. PO and Norvasc 2.5 mg PO daily will be supplied to you upon capture. You will receive regular medical attention, especially to provide evidence of freedom from infection of sexually transmitted diseases.
· Personal effects—will be disposed of on capture. Such clothing as Master deems necessary will be provided at time of enslavement.
You are being watched at all times, even as you read this, both at home, at the office, and in public areas. (By the way, you left a DVD—Bareback Studs 3—in your machine last night after you completed your ejaculation at 9:53 PM.) You have, in the remaining time before capture, the right to seek help from local and Federal law enforcement agencies. Be advised that these efforts will fruitless.
Equally, any efforts to track this email will be of little use. Master is technologically proficient, and has hid his identity well. Rather than engage in such efforts, your personal resources would be best used to prepare for this significant event.
Get ready, get scared, get very scared—your life as you know it will end in seven days. Or are you excited?
This will be your only communication prior to your capture.
THE RESPONSE
To: Master X
From: Josh Silverstein
Re: re Abduction
Who are you? What the fuck is this? How do you know all this shit about me? Whoever you are, you can go take a flying fuck at the moon, for all your big shit words and threats scare me.
Fuck off, asshole!
The Forward
To: Pete Sampson
From Josh Silverstein
Re: Pete—serious shit, help me please!
Pete, just got this, and my head is like totally fucking blown away! What is this—WHO is this? What the fuck is happening!
Can’t think, can’t breathe. Pete, this guy knows EVERYTHING! Shit, it was Bareback Buddies last night…
My Social Security, my landlord, my start date at work—all correct!!!
Pete, Pete, I’m in some serious shit! Help me, call me, write me.
I’m real scared.
HELP!!!
Josh
REPLY TO FORWARD TO PETE
To: Josh Silverstein
From: Pete Sampson
About—re Pete—serious shit, help me please!
Oh Jesus, Josh—this is incredible. Are you fucking putting me on? Is this some kinda joke?
Look, Josh, this is real serious. I don’t know what to say!
First I thought it was just some guy playing mind games. You know what they do—they stand at the Anvil, looking all tough and shit, and then they take you home and put you through the “scene”—making you kiss their whip and boots and shit, slap you around and call you faggot, and then—out the door to Momma in Brooklyn! But you’re telling me this guy knows everything???
Christ—I don’t know what to do. One guy I talked to—Tim, the skinny guy who always gets drunk quietly at the bar, waiting for the “perfect master” remember?—told me you should go straight to the cops. I mean it’s hard—I know. But Tim knows somebody, and says this guy is cool. He played with him a couple of times, and it was hot. So Tim says this guy has some connections with the cops—like he’s a special investigator, or something. So call this guy, Frank, at (212) 874-2202. Tim’s gonna let him know. He’ll be expecting your call.
Josh—if you need a place to escape, you can always come here. I freaked after our last scene together, and I had to get away. Sorry, maybe it was the Ecstasy, or maybe it was just the scene itself. You tied, and the whip in my hand, and then everything fused—your screams, the cigar in my mouth, the blood on my whip, and blood surging through my cock and my mind. I had to get away—it was all too much for me….
Sorry, buddy. You’re my brother. Lemme do what I can to help. Call Frank.
By the way—Frank says to tear your apartment apart—you’ll be bound to find the bug. Anything that looks suspicious, rip it out. That’s gonna keep the creep from spying on you.
Check it out, man. And don’t get too spooked. Just keep in touch, check your apartment, call Frank. He says it’s probably just some jerk.
Keep in touch, bro. Kinda worried about you..
Pete
RESPONSE FROM MASTER X
To: Josh Silverstein
From: Master X
About: re Abduction and Enslavement
Good—just the attitude I like.
I like seeing slaves—as I will like seeing you—spitting, jeering, fighting the rope that ties them—YOU! How I’ll enjoy seeing you, trussed, sweaty, writhing. And what pleasure, to put a copy of your email stuffed into your mouth. I’ll light a cigar—that turns you on, doesn’t it—and walk to the wall, where my whips are hanging. And I’ll test them, one by one—which will do the most damage / pleasure? How shall I start—light, at first, as all those SM manuals say? Or the heaviest whip first, so you learn, you impertinent whelp, what it is to sass your MASTER! At any rate, I’ll beat you until you’re your email dissolves in your mouth….
Or shall I let one of the other slaves do it, while I look on, smoking a cigar, and finishing the Times crossword puzzle?
Or will it be done in the dungeon, where I can see it by remote feed?
Pleasant days ahead, slave—for me! And for you?
Master X
EMAIL FROM MASTER X TO JOHN
To: John Erikson
From: Master X
About: Slave on a string
Hi John ,
All going well, and thanks. Sending along these emails, where you’ll see my latest endeavor. You said, I remember, at our last session, that it was time to get serious. So that’s what I did.
How I laughed, this evening, seeing the victim / slave return in frenzy to its apartment. He tore it apart. He threw his clothes everywhere—they always do, don’t they, those clothes queens—looking for the bug. Then he went crazy, overturning furniture, peering at his pots and pans, examining the most mundane items in his paltry room, overlooking the most obvious….
Finally, he surrendered—just as I liked them—and took off his clothes, and gazed—little did he know—straight at the camera. He took his cock in his hands, and jerked off wildly. Ahh, his face! Exquisite—fear, excitement, desire, panic. Just what I like to see. I lit a cigar, just in anticipation of this beautiful animal, who is soon to be in my possession.
And yours. Unless you’re still enraptured by that lithe young thing, with the blue eye and long lashes. Or have you sold him already, to our friends in the United Arabic Emirates? In which case he’ll be providing a world of pleasure to them ….
In any case, soon there will soon be another object to please your most specialized tastes….
Master X
Reply from Master John to Master X
To: Master X
From: Master John
About: re slave on a string
Most interesting, X. When we discussed this plan, I wasn’t sure if you truly had it in you to carry it out. As I am now not sure if you have the strength to see it through.
You have much to learn. You have some technical skills, ability with the whips, use of ropes and bondage devices, a few psychological tricks to keep slaves in that interesting state of desire and fear. All of the slaves you’ve worked over have spoken—when allowed to—well of you.
But you have embarked on a project quite apart from all that. Yes, your skills will be needed, used, and I hope refined. But how much more will be required!
Your slave will be your complete property—your canvass, your blank page. What will you paint there? How will you take a bottom—such a worthless thing, though pleasant at times to fuck—and make a slave? How will you, a better than average top, become a Master?
The whip alone doesn’t do it. Nor do all the bells and whistles the silly boys play with….
I wonder about you still. Do you have it in you to do this? Do you have the black heart of a Master? Will you be able to take this boy, unmoved by his blood and tears and cries, and drag him to the place he wants / needs to be—the precipice where he meets his slavery? Will you be smart enough to know whether to push him off or to watch, and let him jump?
Did you know that’s the essential question? Do you know the answer? You asked me to be your mentor in this dark, pleasant life, and I agreed. Should I tell you—now, later or never—the answer? Will you bother to ask?
And this boy, I know nothing of this slave—if such he could ever be! I begin to fear for you, X. You surely knew that not all men—indeed very, very few men—can be slaves. It requires a distinct mindset. Have you properly evaluated this man? Do you know his mind? Have you a plan for how to free him into his slavery?
Most of all, I wonder that you said nothing of this before you embarked upon it. Yes, we had, in a theoretical way, spoken of some such scheme. But a wise Master—are you wise, X?—seeks advice and counsel before acting. Especially the first time. Especially when you are young.
If I am to be your mentor, I need to know everything. First, everything about the boy, who he is, what his story is, why you chose him, and absolutely what potential he has to be a slave. Second, I need to know about the putative Master—that would be you, X! What in God or Satan’s name made you think you could do this!
Write me immediately. I am not your friend; I am your mentor, which is, as I told you at our first session, a specialized form of Master. As such, I order you to tell me all!
I am old, I have many years in this life, and in the dark world you wish to inhabit, and dominate. I remember youth, and how the young feel that all is possible; nothing wrong can happen, no mishap, to say nothing of tragedy, can occur.
…and I also remember that many times, old men are fools. And that it’s the young—oh, with your gorgeous bodies and endless energy—that do remarkable things… So perhaps I am too hard on you!
All, X. Tell me all!
Master John
