A/N: Written with assistance from [mention]Socksbound[/mention] , who was kept as my captive consultant for this piece. Thank you, my friend!
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"When are you comin' over here, mate? I'm itching for you to kidnap me!" Joshua whined softly. "I really want to be your slave."
The handsome Australian growled at his boyfriend over the webcam. He was so in love with Theo that the four years of having to contend with the American being in horribly confusing time zones went by in a flash, the two chatting every day online or by webcam. Ever since they had met as teenagers on a trip to Disneyland, due to their dads being business partners, they had hit it off. After a few years of chatting by email and online messaging upon which they built a friendship, they met again on another shared family vacation and were each other's first kiss. And despite Theo living in Sacramento, California and Joshua living in Newcastle, New South Wales, they knew they were meant to be. Even more so when Theo confessed that he was into bondage and Joshua responded with his lifelong interest in being tied up!
Joshua would send pictures of himself as he grew into a handsome hunk, as well as pics of cute lifeguards from Bondi Beach he met during his tenure at the University of Sydney that he thought would look good in Theo's fantasy dungeon, while Theo sent pictures from his trips to West Hollywood after he began going to college. Theo wasn't as well built as Joshua, being nowhere near as enthusiastic for physical activity, but he was still adorable, and charming, and Joshua thought he was the hottest man in the world, despite the fact they had only gotten to see each other one week a year during their shared family vacations, which had lately been filled with as much bondage as they could reasonably fit in, and it was as heavenly as Josh had imagined it to be.
And now finally they were going to be together. Josh had been working as a dancer at a certain club in Sydney in order to earn some extra money, and the tips he received were incredible - part of the reason Joshua tried to maintain his hunky figure. He figured once he was with Theo over in the U.S., he could have all the sweets he wanted. Although he'd have to try and get his boyfriend into fairy bread. He had never even realized this major gap in his lover's knowledge until Theo had asked him what the heck it was.
"Get your cute butt over here to the States!" Theo laughed. "Then I'll never let you go again."
"I'll hold you to that!" Josh joked, handgagging himself. "Mmrrooo mrrrmrrr mmm mm mmm mrrm mmm!"
They blew kisses to each other, before shutting off the webcam feed. It was time for Josh's day job as a Sydney tour guide. Showing tourists around Sydney, letting them recognize the Opera House and pretend they knew more about it than he did. Luckily being handsome earned him good tips there too, particularly from the parties of older American divorcees who tended to lump in packs.
Unfortunately, of the many eyes that were silently undressing him from afar, there were a few that had far more sinister intentions...
"Crikey, they didn't tell me they were sending a freaking model!" was the first words the man spoke to him. Arden liked him already. The tall, dark-haired man had abandoned his usual waistcoat and slacks for a more casual t-shirt and long trousers more befitting the Outback environs he found himself in. It had been a few days since his arrival in Adelaide (without his beloved pups Cole and Gerald, who had been left with his friend Caleb), and he found himself at the Cloudrunner roadhouse somewhere in the midst of the reddish dirt. There he ran into the handsome, sandy-haired contact, apparently the supervising Procurer for the Australian Division.
The roadhouse consisted of a gas station prominent to the red dirt road, with an L of buildings behind it, consisting of several rooms.
"You must be Digger? I was told you'd be meeting me out here." Arden replied, unable to help but smile at the friendly man, who shook his hand and pulled him in for a one-armed hug. "I wasn't expecting such a warm welcome."
"It's just nice to see a new face. I've been flat out the last few weeks. Schoolies Week is coming up and we wanted to give ya a show. And now I'm out in the bush with the boys, waiting for a new shipment."
"A shipment?" Arden frowned, choosing to ignore the other unknown terms. "Of... product?"
"Good on ya. Got it in one." Digger smirked, gesturing for Arden to follow him past. "We're waiting for a footy team we got word was headed out this way. Set up some roadblocks to make sure they ended up here."
"I see. So this... rest stop is your trap. Nice."
"Ta. It wasn't always this fancy, you know. I reckon it used to be just a servo they'd take the odd trucker from. Now it's a full-on roadhouse. People see 'last stop for 200 miles' and they're queuing up to stay here. We see a handsome bloke rock up, he stays for a meal, we drug him or take him from his bed, and there ya go. It's gonna be a big one this time with so many fellas, but we can handle it. We run a tight ship here, unlike you Seppos."
"Seppos?" Arden raised an eyebrow.
"Seppos. Yanks. Americans." Digger teased.
Arden laughed. "Well, that's why I'm here. Hopefully we can learn from you."
"Crikey. I'm liking you more and more, Mister Director. Maybe you and I can grab a coldie sometime?"
"Maybe." Arden smirked. "If you don't mind taking a picture for my pups."
Digger chuckled. "I'm game for it. But for now, it's time to prep."
"Right."
"Let's see what you think of our operation."
And a twenty-two man squad...ambitious! 
