Taken: Part Four: Sideswiped

By Keegan Kennedy

Things aren’t always what they seem...

The captivity of Ryan Hobson continues... The kidnapped baseball jock endures a grueling punishment for his attempted escape. As Jeb’s control expands over him, Ryan sees his reality changing into something that he never expected or wanted. As Jeb leads him further down the path of submission, Ryan is blindsided by a twist that he never saw coming, making Jeb’s true motivations all the murkier.

The fourth installment of the Taken Saga contains heavy bondage, chastity, dominance, submission, abduction, discipline, spanking and other elements of male on male bonding. The Dark Fantasy novella is approximately 14,500 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Keegan Kennedy
• Release date: Sep 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310788437

Keegan Kennedy

Originally hailing from Mississippi, Keegan Kennedy is a writer based out of Memphis, TN. He's a self-described, ‘aging, former sex symbol’ with a kinky imagination. Keegan is fascinated with the natural power exchanges between dominant and submissive males, and his stories reflect that fascination. The fantasies that he shares are full of adventure, peril, bondage, and a dry wit. And he has a knack for uncovering love and romance in the darkest of places. With a tendency toward the melodramatic, he does more than arouse or excite the reader - he engages them.Author of Homecoming: International Number One in four countries: The United States, The United Kingdom, Germany and Canada. Author of Homecoming: International Number One in four countries: The United States, The United Kingdom, Germany and Canada. Author of eBook Number Ones: The Substitute Wife, Magnificent Pretense, Captivated, Ganymede 4, West Texas Rivalry, Taken, The Christmas Bottom, The Party Favor, Stupid Jocks Make the Best Submissives, College Endowment, Who Wears the Pants in the Family?, Saving Drake McKenzie, Heisting Hogan, Half Past Midnight, Crossroads, and Man of the House.

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Taken

Part Four

Sideswiped

By Keegan Kennedy

Published by Kennedy-Empire Media

Copyright September 2014

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Part Four

Darkness surrounded me and the rumble of the highway was my only companion.

On my side, I was lying on a hard surface—which felt like a flimsy metal sheet. The space, which was obviously some compartment in Jeb’s speeding rig, was pretty small and was surrounded by walls made from the same metal. I knew this because occasionally my bound body would slide from one side to another and bang against each wall. Aside from sliding around, I was hardly able to move my body at all, finding it impossible to get comfortable. My fingers were taped up and my wrists and ankles were bound into a brutal hogtie. The padlocked chastity device still confined my dick, and from the discomfort of having my junk caged, my nuts felt like they were being slowly pinched off. To top it off, Jeb had stuffed and locked me up inside of a previously used body bag, which was like something out of a nightmare.

But I wasn’t dead; I was still breathing.

The fact that I was still inhaling oxygen offered no relief from my circumstance because what little air I could get was stinking, stifling and hot. I assumed that Jeb was transporting me east on Interstate Ten, so I figured that we were driving through the deserts of Arizona. It had to be daytime because it was too damn hot—cooped up in here—not to be. This compartment or hatch had zero climate control, so I’d sweated more than I ever had in any of the hundreds or thousands of baseball practices and games that I’d played.

Unfortunately, profuse sweating hadn’t washed away the coating of Jeb’s cum and piss that covered my face and body. The stench was overpowering and there was no way to avoid it—because I couldn’t breathe through my mouth. My captor had gagged me with one of his dirty socks that had been rolled up and shoved in between my lips. The layers of duct tape around the lower half of my face made sure that I couldn’t spit it out.

I had more aches, pains and complaints than a senior citizen in a nursing home... It seemed like everywhere that I had skin—I was in some sort of pain or feeling some discomfort or irritation. My ass cheeks were blistered from when Jeb had beaten me with his belt for trying to kick him in the head. My chest and stomach ached from where the sociopath had beaten me for trying to escape a few hours ago—when the maid had arrived unexpectedly at the door of the seedy motel. I had two black eyes and my jaw ached from being gagged for so long. My asshole was still throbbing from the repeated violations by Jeb’s huge monster cock. From being tied up and in such restrictive positions, every muscle in my body ached.

The skin on my thighs and calves burned from where he’d shaved off every hair below my neckline. Although I still had the muscular body of a man, I was smoother than an eight-year-old because of my kidnapper’s preference for hairless boys. 

Aside from the physical torments and the assault on my sense of smell, I kept finding myself making mental observations about my kidnapper, which led me to even more questions than answers…

Doesn’t Jeb work? He’s a truck driver, after all. Don’t they rush all over the place, trying to haul trailers across the country? Shouldn’t he be stressed out about picking up another haul?