Jamie is taken Part 1

He woke up coughing and retching, lying on the floor as the man,

towering above him, zipped his pants and straightened his tie. He bent

down over the terrified young man and lifted him up by the tie still

encircling his neck. As pathetic whine escaped Jamie as he was brought

face to face with the man. "Get dressed", he told Jamie and then let go

of the tie. Shaking Jamie complied and when he had done so the man

informed him of what would happen next: "You fainted while taking

measurements for my suit and since you're feeling poorly you'll have to

take the rest of the day off." Catching a glimpse of himself in a mirror

Jamie didn't think it would be a problem convincing the manager that he

was indeed a little sick. Putting not too fine a point on it, Jamie

looked like shit, a flushed and feverish look on his face, his eyes

bloodshot. His clothes naturally looked more than a little rumpled, like

they would if he had fallen down.


Meanwhile the man continued: "From the time I leave the store you'll

have fifteen minutes to make it to my car. I'll be parked at the corner

of Union and Seventeenth." Jamie was shocked. The man wanted more from

him already? Shocking as it was, what the man said next shocked Jamie

even more: "I know where you live, Jamie Collins, and if you don't meet

me at my car I shall be forced to come and get you. This would make me

very mad indeed. And believe me Jamie; you don't want to see me mad."

Jamie believed the man and he nodded soundlessly as the man tossed

Jamie's own wallet to him.


As he threw away the shirt he had cum on and felt how the man grabbed

him by the arm, "supporting" him out of the room, Jamie felt completely

trapped. He felt that going along with the man would be extremely

dangerous as well as arousing, but the alternative was to call the cops.

Jamie had no illusions as to whom they would believe. The man would