Master Dave had been watching Ben and Thomas for a couple of weeks and he was now ready to grab them. Ben and Thomas were perfect. Neither had any family; neither had any real friends and both had crummy jobs where no one would miss them. To make matters perfect they lived together in one of those huge apartment buildings where no one notices their neighbors. Master Dave could make them disappear without the slightest problem.

Master Dave had been looking for a new pair of ponies for a few months now, ever since Ro-Ro and Tan-Tan had been worn out. His eyes had fallen on Ben and Thomas at one of the gyms he worked out in. Master Dave worked out in as many different gyms as possible just to see if there were any potential slaves among the bodybuilding crowd at these places. So far his success had been spectacular. Almost all of his bodybuilder type slaves had been spotted at the gyms. Most of the slaves Master Dave caught were gay, more or less repressed. It was the same for Ben and Thomas. They lived in a homosexual relationship, sharing bed as well as apartment, but to the outside world they pretended to be just good friends sharing an apartment for economic reasons. Not that it fooled many. Master Dave had noticed the looks both Ben's and Thomas's co-workers cast in their direction. They knew.

Ben and Thomas had no social life to speak of outside the gym and even at the gym it was very limited. They went straight from work to the gym, where they worked out for a couple of hours each day, only exchanging nods and curt greetings with the other bodybuilders there. After the workouts they went home, ate and watched TV together. Just like so many ordinary couples did. Master Dave didn't understand why they didn't just get out of the damn closet. It wasn't like no one knew and while some would probably mind those people already had them pegged as "fucking homos". Not that Master Dave cared about this. He had already planned the future for the two lovers and it held nothing but pain and humiliation. Ben and Thomas were perfect for many reasons, mostly because both were very good-looking guys with near-perfect bodies, meticulously trained, but their self-imposed isolation also made them perfect, since no one would miss them.

There was one other thing, which Master Dave had found out while he had observed them through the hidden cameras he had mounted throughout their apartment that made them more attractive to him: They fucked like rabbits. Ben and Thomas were among the most sexually active people he had ever encountered. Or rather among the most sexually active he had encountered outside the compound or in the dungeons around the country. Ben and Thomas did it whenever they got the chance: when they woke up, while taking their morning shower, before leaving the apartment, when they stepped inside the door after their work-out, while cooking, after dinner, while watching TV, while doing the dishes, while preparing to go to bed and sometimes several times during the night. Sometimes they even snuck out during their lunch break to fuck in a public toilet. Master thought it was quite something and it would make it easier to control and to punish them once he had caught them.

Master Dave struck Friday night, just as they had closed the door to the apartment behind them. By remote control he triggered a canister of sleeping gas he had hidden in their apartment. The gas was odorless and colorless and neither Ben nor Thomas knew what hit them as they fell to the floor unconscious. Master Dave then entered their apartment using the key he had stolen off Thomas one afternoon. Thomas had just thought he had dropped it and stupidly neither had thought to change the locks. Once inside the first thing Master Dave did, was to inject a strong sedative into each of the unconscious men. Then he opened the windows and when he was sure the gas had disappeared he removed his gasmask. Going through the apartment meticulously he removed all the surveillance equipment he had installed and tidied the place up. In the morning he would call a moving company using Ben's name. The company would then pack up Ben's and Thomas's belongings, put them in a storage container to be shipped overseas. Along the way Master Dave would make sure that the belongings disappeared. The movers would know only that Ben had called them and Ben would pay them using his credit card. Everyone would assume that Ben and Thomas, who most people knew or suspected were lovers, had chosen to move out of the country together. End of story.

Master Dave now opened his kitbag and began preparing his two new slaves for transport. First he cut away their clothes, making sure to gather all the pieces in a garbage bag. Second he sealed their hands in black, rubber mittens. These squeezed their hands into useless cone-like shapes. Then he put thick and broad, black, leather collars around their necks. To the collars he secured the two new slave's hands, now tied in a most painful backprayer. He finished tying up their hands by strapping their elbows in so that they lay against their backs. Next he gagged the two slaves using huge, black rubber ball gags before sealing their heads inside thick and very tightly fitting, black rubber hoods, leaving only their nostrils free. Turning his attention to their feet, he put high-heeled boots on them; boots made from hard, shiny, black plastic with stilettos six-inches high. Although Master Dave wasn't into women, he did admire their footwear, especially what stilettos did for body posture. They had the added benefit of being hopelessly impractical to run or even walk fast in, so anyone wearing such boots was instantly made a bit more helpless. Finally he strapped their legs together at their knees and ankles.

Now he was ready to transport them to the compound, the secret place he and other masters owned, a sanctuary for brutally sadistic men, protected at the highest level by the authorities. First he checked that no one was in the hallway before slinging Ben over his shoulder and carrying him down the stairs to his car, discretely parked in a dark corner of the parking basement. No one bothered taking the stairs since the building had an elevator and they lay deserted. At his car he opened the truck and threw Ben inside. He quickly secured Ben to the bottom of the trunk using heavy cargo straps and soon it was completely impossible for Ben to even move.

Getting Thomas out of the apartment proved just as easy and it wasn't until he had secured him tightly that there was a spot of trouble. Master Dave had positioned his car so that it could be seen from as few places in the basement as possible but of course it could be seen from some spots. Just as Master Dave stood up two young men came into the basement and could clearly see right into his trunk. Both reacted with shocked silence and Master Dave immediately realized that he had to act. Wasting no time he ran straight towards them and suddenly they realized that they had to try to escape. They were too slow. Master Dave quickly caught up with them and although they tried to put up a fight, he was too big, too strong and too well prepared. In his pocket he always carried around a can of sedative gas and in seconds the two unlucky young men lay unconscious on the cement floor.

To avoid more trouble he quickly threw them into the trunk and drove to a dark secluded spot nearby to decide what to do. They were just coming around so he sprayed their faces once more and looked them over. The unlucky boys looked to be about twenty-two or twenty-three, clean-cut college students. Neither was very tall and both were quite slight of build with fine, slightly soft features.

Master Dave already had two slave boys (also unlucky former college students), but both were now perfectly trained, completely obedient and docile, as all the resistance they had had in them had long since been punished out of them. Actually they had been getting a little boring lately, providing no slip-ups to punish. Now he had two young men who looked like they could be trained to be his next batch of slave boys. An opportunity like this was too good to pass up. His two current slave would fetch a nice price and it was much more fun torturing a slave into shape than merely having an obedient little slut obeying your every command. Master Dave usually never trained a pair of house-slaves while also training a pair of ponies since the workload was that much bigger, but he had been a little bored of late, in search of a challenge.

Of course their disappearance could prove to be a problem, not being as well prepared as that of Ben and Thomas who would just vanish without anyone noticing, but that could be handled too. First Master Dave stripped them, then he drugged them and then he tied them up in exactly the same way as he had tied Ben and Thomas up. It was good that he believed in proper preparation and in redundancy. It meant that he had brought twice as much equipment as had been needed for the original snatch. It had come in handy. Finally he strapped them into the trunk, once again marveling at how much space there really was in his car.

This task done, he got into his car and inspected their wallets. Jonah aged 23 and from his student identity card a law student at the local university was the pretty white boy who was the last one of them he had tied up. Elijah aged 24 was an English major. Elijah was a gorgeous black boy, who looked so suitable for slave duty that Master Dave would have considered grabbing him in any case. With this information he called his connection deep inside the law enforcement community and gave her the details. The woman promised to get back quickly.

Master Dave hadn't even driven an hour when she called back. The news was good, very good. Jonah was a very promising law student, but with a poor attendance record. He was an orphan and had gotten a full scholarship. While he was considered brilliant, a young man with a promising future, he was also considered unstable. There would be no problems convincing people that he had just packed his bags and left. As for Elijah, the news was even better. He too was a star student and he too had lost his parents. Jonah had never known his whereas Elijah had lost his only the year before. No one would miss them. Improving the plausibility of Elijah's disappearance was the fact that he was an aspiring writer; someone everyone thought would do great things, but who also had displayed a great deal of independence. No one would be surprised if he went missing. In both cases all Master Dave had to do was to set the stage properly and everyone would think their disappearance completely normal.

Master Dave laughed as he drove up Dr. Jacobsen's clinic to deliver the two soon to be slave boys. Things were working out perfectly. While they had their hair and their teeth removed, something that would take a day or two, he had time to stage their disappearance and start preparing the soon to be ponies. It was going to be great.