The door was shut behind them and Aron heard the automatic lock slam home heavy bars inside the door. There was a keypad for a code and an eye scanner. No way he'd be able to get out without permission.
Even so, Aron ran at the door as soon as his kidnapper unlocked the handcuffs. He pounded at the padded surface with muffled thumps. It was no use. He looked around desperately and grabbed a knife off the table, holding it between him and James. The bastard was going to regret removing his handcuffs.
“Let me out!” he shouted. James looked calmly at the smaller boy as if he wasn't dangerous at all.
“Are you threatening me?” he said, coldly. Aron felt his arms go weak, but he still held the weapon up.
“Y... yeah. I am. Now let me go or I'll make you wish you'd...” He never got to finish the sentence. With one quick step, James was in reach and twisted the knife out of Aron's hand and pulled the boy back into his grip. Aron didn't stand a chance! He might as well have been a bunny trying to take on a grizzle.
James brought the knife up to Aron's throat. Aron held his breath, leaning back against James and standing on tip toe to get away from the blade.
“You're going to regret doing that,” James whispered into the boy's ear. In spite of the situation, the breath on his skin made Aron moan. James sliced down with a loud rip. Aron was sure he was dead. Bracing for the feeling of blood to gush out of his body.
Instead, his clothes slid off. A long gash ripping open his t-shirt and splitting his pants and underwear. With a quick tug, they flew off of him. Within the span of a moment, Aron was completely naked in his kidnapper's arms! He cried out and tried to cover himself. His hands landing on completely smooth skin. His eyes went wide with shock! Why didn't he have any body hair!? Not even a stubble.
“Oh! You shaved yourself for me,” James teased, running a hand over Aron's soft body, eliciting even more shameful sounds from his mouth. Why did it feel good!? It couldn't feel good!?
“No! Ah! No, I didn't! I swear!”
“Now you're lying to me as well? You are going to get so much punishment.”
“No! Please! I don't like this!” His cock was so hard it hurt. Precum dripped from the tip like a leaky fosset.
“Lying again? You must really like being disciplined.” Aron was hoisted up then slapped hard down onto the cold operating table in the middle of the room. The air was driven out of him as various instruments clattered to the floor. Aron gasped to regain his breath. His vision blacking out for a few seconds.
Air rushed back into his lungs and his sight returned. But by then, he was already firmly tied down spread eagle. James ran a hand across the boy's belly, using his fingernails to make Aron gasp and shiver.
“Now how should I punish you first?”