Fistpain Fantasies (2.3.1) Kidnap Me If You Have Balls 1 (To differentiate them from the stories, which are my personal experiences, I will call these Fistpain fantasies). I used to see him at the bar many weekends, and we had even talked on several occasions since we had common friends. He was a 27-year-old young stud, morbid, quite charming with everyone, and he liked to wear a tight-fitting t-shirt that showed off his well-worked pecs. He always dressed in sweatpants and sneakers that were quite worn out from the mouths of many of the attendees, although sometimes he would show up in short, tight sports shorts that were quite worn out and left little to the imagination, revealing a huge cock and an ass to die for, with hard and muscular legs. I wasn't his type, and he would often treat me with contempt, saying he was disgusted by mature, bear-like men like me. However, when we talked, he would sometimes seem to treat me differently for a few seconds, and the bastard would even flirt with me and get me excited. He was a very vicious boy, from what I had heard and seen at some of the parties they threw at the bar, especially when they had some kind of orgy, which drove me crazy seeing so many vicious young men looking to get off in the dark room, sometimes letting anyone approach them. One time, I saw him with several guys and approached him to savor that delicious cock and grope that delicate ass he has, but he wouldn't let me do much more. Suddenly, he would push us all away and leave, leaving us all wanting to fuck him without mercy. We were with our usual group, and he approached us. The conversation turned to our individual kinks. When it was his turn, he told us that every day he would go running to a solitary park on the outskirts of the city, hoping that a mature man would grab him and kidnap him, taking him to his house to have him for the entire weekend. He wanted a vicious man to do whatever he wanted with him, to subdue him to whatever he wanted, however he wanted, and whenever he wanted. He had an ass and a mouth that competed to see which one could swallow more. He would be a total masochistic slave for the man who had the balls to break him. He was looking for a man who would take away his arrogance, who would only look out for his own pleasure, not his slave's, but at the same time, make him cum with pleasure. He didn't care if the man was mature or his physical appearance; all that mattered was the man's ability to dominate. Damn, as he said this, he looked at me intensely, and with a smooth movement of his tongue, he moistened his lips while caressing his package. The bastard was referring to me, but what he said next left me frozen. He said that the man who could break him hadn't been born yet, that the first one who tried to kidnap him would get a tremendous beating that he would remember for the rest of his life. As he usually did, he left, but as he passed by my side, he gave me a push and whispered in my ear, "Kidnap me if...