If Leo did not know most of these men, they certainly knew him. Ever since he'd arrived here, the Captor had been putting out a 24 hour CCTV feed of him to paying subscribers. His abduction had been planned and widely advertised in advance to interested parties, so they had been able to witness it all: his confused and angry arrival, his initiation into service and his training, step by step, until he could satisfy the basest lusts and the most perverse of men. They'd watched him anxiously tossing and turning in his ropes at night, being caressed and loved by gentle admirers and suffering in brutal rituals. His followers were legion and devoted and now the day had finally arrived when they had the chance to actually make him their own - to take him away and keep him.
These last minute inspections were ended when the Captor himself mounted an auctioneer's rostrum at the far end of the room and began addressing the crowd. The prospective buyers immediately turned and gathered around him. Leo sat down on the steps and watched as his fate was decided. The auction was animated but he couldn't hear properly or tell who was bidding.
Now the crowd had moved away from him, he could see that there were a large number of cardboard boxes stacked up against the cellar walls. They hadn't been there before. It was as though someone was moving out.
Suddenly there was a round of applause at the far end of the room. The auction was over and the group of bidders began to break up and leave. Leo got up to let them use the steps. Some angrily stalked past him, showing their disappointment, others paused for a wistful last look before reluctantly leaving too.
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The next morning the Captor breezed into Leo's cell exclaiming
"You're going away, Leo! Get into these".
He proffered a neatly folded pile of clothing which turned out to be a set of Navy fatigues. For Leo it felt strangely uplifting, climbing into a uniform again after all this time. They had already been 'worn in' by someone else and they were a perfect, snug fit. When he'd finished dressing the captor tied him up again in a tight hogtie, a form of restraint which was normally reserved for extended periods of unsupervised captivity, such as night time.
"You look great Leo" said the captor warmly, as he pulled the ropes extra tight between Leo's buns. "Just right for a Caribbean cruise on a private yacht. You'll be on the ocean by tonight.
I shall miss you, Leo. You've made me a rich man - and I'm outta here too, before those hoodlums come back to dip their fingers in the pot. Hey! I think that knock means your transport is here!"
He unlocked the door and the young valet appeared again, dragging a large sea-chest behind him. Together they lifted Leo into the trunk, placing him face down and surrounding his body with protective packaging. Then the lid was closed on him, it pressed down on Leo's feet, pushing them uncomfortably against the back of his thighs. He squawked in annoyance, but it was too late, he was already plunged into darkness and heard the locks outside clicked shut.
There followed some jarring and bumping as the trunk was fully secured. Then it was being lifted, carried along, jolting him, jarring his folded legs. He heard traffic sounds and realised they must have carried him outside the building. He called out, a desperate, muffled cry for help. The box banged down and he could hear voices concluding the transaction followed by the hollow clang of a van door slamming shut. An engine started up, then they were pulling away with a jerk.
As his long journey began, tears formed in Leo's eyes.
He hadn't even been able to say goodbye to anyone.
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