By the time the Admiral found Noel, the boy already looked pathetic.
Hanging from the ceiling and held within the labyrinth of nylon webbing, it was immediately apparent what the young man had been up to. Then again the escape alarm that was blaring gave loud testimony to the obvious as well. Noel had gotten himself free.
Perhaps the most painful part of the boy's escape was how tantalizingly close he got. Indeed, the young man was merely a few steps away from the front door and moments away from freedom. Or was he? Because something sophisticated, electronic and not apparent to his young eyes sensed his imminent flight and activated the series of precautions that he was now insnared in. It would seem escape was never really an option here.
The Admiral didn't come immediately. He didn't need to and both he and the boy knew it.
By the time the man arrived, Noel was good and worn out from his struggles against the net. It had come up from the floor in a blink of an eye and scooped him off the ground to package the boy in its grasp.
Noel knew he was sunk. Tears had welled up in his eyes knowing proper punishment was imminent.
When the Admiral finally deactivated the sirens it took a moment for the boy to get the ringing out of his ears, they were that loud. If the Admiral didn't live so far from town with his impossibly long driveway the noise could've possibly woken up half the neighborhood. As it was, it merely disturbed the Admiral who stood casually in his maroon robe and matching pajamas. The tooth brush and tooth paste in his hand suggested slumber was but a few moments away.
"I don't supposed we could just chalk this up as joke, could we?" the boy quipped.
" You find the oddest times to refine your sense of humor, young man," the Admiral responded.
In truth Noel was trying to be charming or adorable. The boy found that in the right moments, with the right tone it can work. And truth be told the Admiral had to admit with this current scene it was effective.
"You do make a pretty picture up there," the man noted admiring the view.
Rather pathetically the netting continued to spin slightly, rotating the Admiral out of the young man's view. The boy would rather turn his back on a Great White in open water; the hairs on the back of his neck raising as he lost sight of his captor. But by the end of the revolution the Admiral was back in his sight, the man no doubt having enjoyed the show.
"All you best boy bits are on display," the Admiral noted.
Knowing that Noel was well foxed and quite helpless, the man reached forward between the webbing and released boy's erection. The steady diet of pills that were crushed in the young man's food did their dastardly best - the boy's full seven inches were on full display.
The man had to admit, the sight of the young man free, naked and frantically trying to sneak out of the residence with a forcibly erect cock must have been amazing. Perhaps a hidden security camera caught it, the man thought. He would have to check later.
"I suppose an escape attempt should almost be considered mandatory," the Admiral surmised as he took a firm hold of the boy's only weapon.
For the effort the boy gave out a slight gasp as his sex was squeezed. Likewise, a few small moans escaped when the Admiral's tongue danced across the head before going up to the boy's chest to give his youthful nipples some attention too.
"I don't suppose you want to tell me how you got free of those cuffs, now do you?" the Admiral asked, once again giving the boy's sex a good grasping to punctuate that this was a question he seriously wanted the answer to.
