Taken: Part Six: Homeward Bound

By Keegan Kennedy

“Like a termite infestation, Jeb had moved inside of my head...”

The captivity of Ryan Hobson continues, and with their arrival at Jeb’s home, the game completely changes. As Ryan becomes more susceptible to Jeb’s scheme, the young jock bonds with his fellow captive, Deputy Jason Powers. With the right dosage of chemicals, Jeb takes Ryan to a whole new level of submission, which leads to a surprise admission.

When Jeb’s father, Wilson, arrives to view his son’s new claim, Ryan learns more about the one who got away. Having met with the highest ranking members of The Circle, Wilson also reveals the ultimate price that Vernon demands for Jeb having shot and killed Clifford.

This dark fantasy contains: heavy bondage, chastity, dominance, submission, abduction, discipline, sports gear and other elements of male on male bonding. Novella is approximately 21,000 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Keegan Kennedy
• Release date: Nov 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311362056

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 Six

Homeward Bound

By Keegan Kennedy

Published by Kennedy-Empire Media

Copyright November 2014

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Part Six

There was an urgent tap on the front door of my house.

The rain was falling heavily outside and it was another foggy Northern California fall afternoon. I looked down at my watch and saw that it was another hour before my father and my stepmonster, Ethel, arrived home from Bible study. With my bone already throbbing in my blue baseball practice shorts, I flung open the door to see Caitlyn Perkins, standing there with a huge smile on her heart-shaped face.

Get in here, I said eagerly, pulling her into both my house and my kiss.

Caitlyn was a pretty girl. Blonde hair. Big tits. Pretty green eyes and a nicely rounded ass.

We’d been going out for almost a month and today was the day. I was finally going to lose my virginity; this was going to be my first time having sex—at least all the way. I’d been getting chicks to suck on my dick for years, but this was different; I was going to fuck her.

As our lips collided, I pressed my cock against her and I was so hard that I thought I’d cum in my shorts before I even got to stick my bone in her pussy. My eyes were wide with excitement, my heart pounding in my chest.

How long before your folks come back? she asked, her breasts heaving with anticipation.

We should have plenty of time, I replied, grabbing her hand and practically dragging her up the stairs.

Slow down, Ryan! Caitlyn laughed. I’m going to fall and break my neck on these stairs!

I can’t wait, babe! I gotta have you!

After we’d dashed down the upstairs hallway and into my bedroom, I slammed the door and turned to see that she already on my bed, sitting up on her elbows. Caitlyn was just as ready as I was.

For a moment, I was frozen and my eyes ravaged her in the tight cheerleading uniform—the blue crop top, the unbelievably short skirt. Caitlyn looked like a chick from one of my jerk-off fantasies—like I’d seen on Redtube when the jock nailed the cheerleader.

Get over here, she called to me.

Pulling my practice jersey over my head and kicking off my shorts, I grabbed the waistband of my jockstrap.

Leave those on! Caitlyn insisted.

I looked down at my white jock and the blue and red baseball socks with the black stripes up the sides. Ya want me to leave on my jockstrap and dirty practice socks? I asked, confused.

Yeah, it’d be hot, she replied, licking her pink lips.

I shrugged my shoulders. I didn’t care if she wanted me to leave on my grungy socks and sweaty jockstrap—as long as I got to nail Caitlyn, I would’ve worn one my stepmonster’s ugly church dresses.

In seconds, I was on her and we were kissing again. One of my hands moved under her cheerleading top and was exploring her tits while my other hand was under her short skirt, finding her wet pussy. Already, I was thrusting my stiff junk onto her leg—like we were already fucking.

But something in the back of my head told me this wasn’t right and that this wasn’t happening. Sure, this was my first time to have sex when I’d been fourteen and Caitlyn was seventeen, but why did this seem like real time? I’d been there and I hadn’t left my jockstrap or my socks on, so why was I now?

But the feeling of her body underneath mine caused my mind to focus back on the matter at hand.

As we pawed at each other, Caitlyn rolled on top of me and she aggressively squeezed my chest and even pinched my nipples, making me gasp from the sharp pain.

This hadn’t happened either.

As I watched her petite hand ran over the bulging pouch of my jockstrap, I found it queer that I couldn’t feel her touch. There was some pressure against my magic rod, but now instead of being hard, my cock seemed to be restrained—sort of like it was locked inside of something, and that something felt like hard plastic.

While she groped my bulge, Caitlyn didn’t seem to register the casing around my dick, but I did. When her fingertip found my asshole and she started massaging my ringed entry, I shuddered, forgetting the compressed, aching feeling of my prick. Perplexed, I watched as she stuck her finger into her mouth, wetting it. Then the cheerleader worked that same finger into my butthole.

Hold up! This didn’t happen either. Why is Caitlyn playing with my ass?

I moved my arms to try to stop her from fingering my ass, but I found that my wrists were suddenly tied tightly over my head.

I opened my mouth to ask what the fuck was going on, but I realized that I had duct tape wrapped around my head and there was a spit-soaked cloth crammed in my mouth.

Caitlyn had an evil grimace on her face, making her look almost demonic. In a low growling voice, she said. I’ve been waiting to fuck your ass, Ryan!

Mmmmmppphhhh! I mumbled into the gag, trying to object. I jerked my arms, but I still couldn’t move them. My limbs were stretched over my head and ropes secured my wrists to my headboard.

The beautiful, slightly older girl, that I’d lost my virginity to, yanked down her cheerleading skirt to reveal what was underneath. But instead of her wet pussy that I’d just felt a