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Part 6:
The man stepped back, a knife glinting ominously in the firelight. He moved with deliberate precision, cutting the ropes that bound the skinny man to the tree. The man, his glasses askew and sweat trickling down his brow, stumbled forward, his ankles tied securely together.
He hopped awkwardly around the fire, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. As he approached, the man with the knife grabbed him by the arm and guided him behind me as I stood bound face to face, naked, with the other captive. I could feel the presence of the other captive tied face to face with me, his body tense against mine. Our cocks brushing up against one another as we struggled and squirmed in the ropes grew harder in the friction between us. The newcomer was positioned directly behind me, and I felt his arms being pulled around my waist.
With practiced efficiency, kidnapper began binding us together. He tied the ropes tightly, securing the skinny man’s arms around my waist, his hands resting in front of me. Now, all three of us were tied together in a grotesque embrace, the heat from our bodies mingling in the oppressive warmth of the fire.
The ropes bit into my skin, and I could feel the other men’s breaths, labored and panicked, mingling with mine. The kidnapper stepped back to admire his handiwork, a twisted smile of satisfaction on his face. We were bound together, our bodies pressed against one another, struggling against the restraints with no hope of escape. The fire crackled loudly, casting flickering shadows over our bound forms as the man circled us, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.
I felt the man behind me, his hot breath against it back of my neck through his gag, his hard cock pushing into me from behind as he struggled against the ropes. With his hands bound around my waist, each movement pulled me closer into him from behind.
The man, tucking the knife into his waistband, loomed over us, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. He leaned in close to the skinny man tied behind me, his voice low and commanding. “Go on,†he said, nodding towards me. “You know what to do. Let’s see some action.â€
“Mmm.. Mmpphh…†the skinny man whimpered I to his gag, his eyes darting back and forth.
“Let’s see you play with that cock,†the man instructed in a soft whisper.
The skinny man, his hands bound and positioned in front of me, hesitated. Fear and uncertainty flashed across his face, but he knew better than to disobey. With trembling hands, he began to comply, his touch tentative and awkward at first. His hands slowly enclosed around my hard cock. Slowly, he began to run his hands up and down the shaft. As he gained some rhythm, the sensation sent waves of conflicting emotions through my body, amplified by the helplessness of our situation.
Our kidnapper watched intently, his gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before him. He seemed to relish every moment of our humiliation, his breathing growing heavier. The skinny man cupped my balls with one hand, accelerating the motion of his other hand stroking me.
“Mmmpph! Mmpphh!†My breathing grew ragged, my heartbeat quickening in response to his skilled ministrations. I bit down on the gag, pressing my lips together over it, trying to stifle a moan as waves of pleasure washed over me.
He flexed his hips into me. I could feel his cock growing hard as he pushed it into me from behind. Our kidnapper watched intently, biting his lower lip, relishing in the muffled moans that the skinny man and I exchanged.
After a moment, he turned his attention to the man tied face to face with me, who was already struggling against his own bonds, his body slick with sweat from the heat of the fire and the strain of our predicament.
The man moved closer, his hand reaching out to touch the man in front of me. “Mmmpphh!†I heard a loud muffled grunt as the kidnapper’s hand enclosed around his cock. He began to stroke him, his movements slow and deliberate, watching both of us with a twisted delight. The air was thick with tension and the sounds of our labored breathing, mingling with the crackling of the fire.
Bound together, we were forced to endure the degrading pleasure the man derived from our helplessness, his dark laughter echoing in the night as he reveled in his control over us.
“Mmmpph! Mmppphh!†The three of us let out a chorus of muffled moans as we struggled against each other in the ropes. The man behind me’s pace quickened, his movements becoming more urgent as he stroked me faster. I matched his rhythm, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.
I felt a warm tingling wave radiating throughout my body. “Mmm! Mmmpphh!†I moaned euphorically as an intense feeling of pleasure began to build and build. The gag sunk deep into my mouth. I whimpered as the tingly feeling stimulating my body rocketed into a sudden burst of intense pleasure.
I could feel my cock pulsing. I whimpered as the tingly feeling stimulating my body rocketed into a sudden burst of intense pleasure, and I began to cum long and hard.
— — — —
The next morning, the first rays of sunlight filtered through the dense canopy of trees, casting a soft glow over our campsite. The fire had long since died down, leaving only smoldering embers. Exhausted and sore from the night’s ordeal, I barely registered the approaching footsteps until they were almost upon us.
Jack and a group of men from the retreat emerged from the trees, their expressions a mix of concern and confusion as they took in the sight of us.
They gaze at us in disbelief. All five us, still naked, our bodies bore the marks of the night’s events. Shiny bands of silver duct tape bound our wrists and ankles, and were wrapped around or torsos securing our arms to our sides. Our lips stung under the duct tape gags wrapped around our mouths, muffling our desperate attempts to speak.
Jack’s eyes widened as he surveyed the scene. “Well, this is certainly unorthodox,†he remarked, his tone betraying a hint of amusement. “But I have to commend you all for pushing your limits.â€
In the crowd of men, stood our assailant from the night before, blending in with the retreat participants. His face was calm, his demeanor unassuming. He caught my gaze for a brief moment, a flicker of recognition passing between us. Before I could alert anyone, he slipped away into the crowd, disappearing like a ghost among the trees. “Mmmpphh! Mmppphh!†was all I could manage, muffled by the layers of sticky tape wrapped around my mouth.
Jack and the others moved closer, starting to cut through the bindings and peel away our gags.
Finally, the last of the tape was removed, and we were able to speak. “He was here,†I managed to gasp, my voice hoarse. “The man who did this—he’s still here!â€
Jack’s eyes narrowed, his expression turning serious. “What do you mean? Who was it?â€
I pointed in the direction where our captor had vanished, but it was too late. The man was gone, leaving only the memory of his sinister grin and the chilling realization that he could still be lurking among us, waiting for his next opportunity.
blackbound wrote: 9 months ago
Looks like all my predictions were wrong! Bold of the man to mingle with the group - I hope he makes another appearance at some point!
@blackbound I'm glad I could keep you guessing This is where I intended to end the story but we’ll see if I can find the creativity and inspiration for a second chapter
I appreciate everyone taking the time to read The Retreat and provide me with so much positive feedback. I was going to end the story, but it sounds like a lot of you enjoyed it so I was hoping for some feedback about possibly keeping the story alive and which direction I should take it.
Feel free to PM me if you’d like to discuss, or leave it here
Be careful. If something was originally meant as a one-off, trying to stretch it can lead to a rather flat continuation (ask me I know ;-D). I really enjoyed this and would undoubtedly enjoy any sequel, but that’s mainly due to your style and ability. Still, perhaps some of the characters could meet again somehow. Or maybe there could be another retreat specifically set up for the ‘survivors’ to work through what happened to them
Whatever you do, keep writing!
A surprisingly intimate, gripping story. Your descriptions are great and the story was intriguing! It ends perfectly, but also leaves things open for more if you are ever so inclined!
gag1195 wrote: 8 months ago
A surprisingly intimate, gripping story. Your descriptions are great and the story was intriguing! It ends perfectly, but also leaves things open for more if you are ever so inclined!
@gag1195 thank you very much! I am contemplating a Chapter 2 We’ll see!
Chapter 2; Introduction: Not Out of the Woods Yet:
Back at the lodge, the atmosphere was tense. The sunlight streaming through the windows seemed almost too bright after the harrowing night I had endured. Jack approached with a worried expression, his eyes scanning the room before settling on me.
"Hey, there you are," Jack said, his voice laced with concern. "We've been looking for you. What happened last night? We found you all tied up and... well, it doesn’t look good."
I sank into the couch, my body still feeling the residual ache of the ropes and the emotional toll of the night. The exhaustion in my eyes was evident. "Jack, you have no idea," I began, my voice trembling slightly. "It was... horrifying. We were kidnapped, captured by a man who had no intention of letting us go easily."
Jack sat down beside me, his expression growing more serious. "Kidnapped? Tell me everything. Who was this guy? What did he do?"
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice. "He was... twisted. He bound us all together in a way that was both degrading and painful. We were tied up in different positions around a campfire. He kept us gagged and made us endure... things I’d rather forget."
Jack's brow furrowed in concern. "What kind of things? Why did he do this?"
I looked away momentarily, trying to shake off the memories. "He seemed to take pleasure in our helplessness. He had this sadistic enjoyment in making us struggle and...†I paused, then sighing heavily, “…in humiliating us. There were moments when he made us interact with each other in ways that were... intimate and degrading."
Jack leaned forward, his face etched with worry. "So, he was physically abusive, and it sounds like he psychologically tormented you as well. Did he say anything that might give us a clue about his motives?"
I nodded slowly. "Yes, he mentioned something about pushing boundaries and testing limits. It felt like he was driven by some twisted sense of enjoyment from watching us suffer."
Jack's eyes narrowed as he absorbed the information. "Did he give any indication of who he was or why he targeted you specifically?"
I nodded my head, frustration evident in my expression. "He said he knew we would be there… ‘like clockwork’. He was careful to keep his identity hidden, blending in with the retreat participants. He slipped away before we could get any more information. The only thing I know for sure is that he’s still out there."
Jack sighed deeply, rubbing his temples as he processed the gravity of the situation. "This is unsettling. We need to alert the authorities and make sure everyone else here is safe. We can’t let this man get away with this. Do you have any idea where he might have gone?"
"I wish I knew," I replied, my voice tinged with worry. "He vanished into the crowd, blending in so well that nobody noticed him disappear. I’m just afraid he might strike again if we don’t act quickly."
Jack’s determination hardened as he met my gaze. "Alright. We’ll get a search party together and inform the police. In the meantime, try to get some rest. We’ll figure this out, and we’ll make sure this doesn’t happen to anyone else."
With a resolute nod, Jack stood up, already moving to organize the necessary steps to address the situation. As I watched him go, the weight of the night’s events still heavy on my shoulders, I hoped for a swift resolution to the nightmare that had so abruptly invaded our lives.
As I sat on the edge of the couch, Jack quickly got to work organizing a search party and alerting the authorities. A man from the retreat, tall and with a kind demeanor, approached me with a concerned expression.
“Hey, are you okay?†he asked gently, his voice soothing. He took a seat beside me, his eyes searching mine with genuine worry.
I looked up, finding comfort in his presence. “I… I’m managing,†I said, my voice shaky. “It’s been a rough night.â€
He nodded, his concern evident. “I can only imagine. I’m glad you’re safe now, but you look like you’ve been through a lot.â€
I sighed, trying to muster a small smile. “Yeah, it’s been… intense. I’m just trying to process everything.â€
He placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, his touch warm and comforting. “If you need anything, or if you just want to talk, I’m here. It’s important to take care of yourself after something like this.â€
My heart warmed at his kindness, and I found myself drawn to his gentle demeanor. “Thank you,†I said, feeling a bit more at ease. “I really appreciate it.â€
He gave me a reassuring smile. “I’m glad I could help. By the way, are you planning on leaving the retreat early? I know things have been rough, and it’s understandable if you want to go.â€
I shook my head slightly, the idea of leaving feeling bittersweet. “I’m not sure yet. I’ve been thinking about it, but part of me feels like I should stay and finish what I came here for.â€
He looked relieved. “I hope you do stay. It’d be a shame for you to leave because of what happened. You’re stronger than you think, and you deserve to have a good experience here, despite everything.â€
I met his gaze, feeling a connection that wasn’t there before. “I appreciate that. I’ll think about it. It’s nice to know someone cares.â€
He gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Of course I care. And if you need anything, just let me know. I’m around.â€
With that, he stood up, giving me one last supportive smile before rejoining the group. As I watched him go, his kindness lingered in my thoughts, providing a small beacon of comfort amidst the turmoil.
Jack returned with a serious but supportive expression on his face. He took a seat beside me, his demeanor reflecting the weight of the situation. “I hope you’re doing okay,†he said softly, his eyes filled with concern. “I really hope you’ll stay, at least until we figure out what happened.â€
I nodded, still feeling the aftereffects of the night’s events. “I’m not sure yet. I’m trying to process everything.â€
Jack placed a reassuring hand on my back. “I understand. It’s been a rough experience, but it’s important to stay and support each other. We have another night activity planned, something that could be a good distraction and help you feel a bit more at ease.â€
I glanced up, curiosity piqued. “What kind of activity?â€
“We have a stargazing event tonight,†Jack explained. “It’s supposed to be relaxing, and it might help take your mind off things.â€
I hesitated, unsure if I was up to it. Jack seemed to sense my discomfort. “If you’re not comfortable going alone, I can assign you a partner for the night. It could be someone to help you feel more secure and to be there for you.â€
I appreciated his offer, feeling a small sense of relief. “That might help. Thank you for understanding.â€
Jack gave me a reassuring smile. “Of course. Just let me know if you decide to stay and if you’d like a partner. We want to make sure you’re comfortable and safe.â€
He stood up, giving me a supportive nod before heading off to coordinate the evening’s activities. As I watched him go, I felt a sense of reassurance knowing that I had options and support available as I navigated the aftermath of the night’s events.
As I sat in the lodge’s main area, still reeling from the events of the night, another man approached me with a calm, professional demeanor. He was dressed in a white coat, and his badge identified him as the on-call retreat physician. His eyes were kind and empathetic.
“Hello,†he said gently. “I’m Dr. Coster, the on-call physician here at the retreat. I understand you’ve had quite an ordeal, and I’d like to make sure you’re okay. May I take a moment to check you out?â€
I nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and apprehension. “Yes, please. I think that would be helpful.â€
Dr. Coster guided me to a small office adjacent to the main lodge area. The room resembled a standard doctor’s examination office, with an exam table covered in crisp white paper and a few medical instruments neatly arranged on a counter.
Once inside, Dr. Coster gestured to the exam table. “Please have a seat here. I’ll need you to undress so I can perform a thorough examination. If you’re uncomfortable at any point, just let me know.â€
I slowly began to undress, pulling my shirt off over my head, feeling vulnerable but trusting the physician’s professional demeanor. Dr. Coster maintained a respectful distance, his eyes focused on the task at hand. Once I was finished, he put on a pair of latex gloves, snapping them into place with a practiced motion.
I was intently as he stretched his wrist into one of the latex gloves with a sharp, deliberate sound, the latex stretching tightly over his fingers. He slipped his other hand into the other latex glove, his fingertips dancing their way into the finger holes of the glove, as it snapped back against his wrist. The sound of the latex, the sharp crackle and stretch, seemed to intensify the surroundings.
“Alright,†he said, his voice reassuring, as he placed a surgical mask over his nose and mouth, stretching the elastic straps behind his ears to secure it in place. “I’m going to start with a general check-up to make sure everything is in order. If you have any concerns or feel any discomfort, please let me know immediately.â€
I nodded, trying to stay calm as Dr. Coster began his examination. His touch was gentle, and he conducted the check-up with a thoroughness that helped ease your anxiety.
Dr. Coster, wearing a mask along with his latex gloves, began his examination with a reassuring tone. “You’re doing great,†he said, his voice slightly muffled but still warm and encouraging. “I have to say, you’re handling this remarkably well given everything you’ve been through.â€
He placed his hands gently on your chest, his touch surprisingly soothing. “You’ve got a strong and resilient spirit,†he continued, his gaze meeting mine with an almost flirtatious glint in his eyes. “It’s admirable, really.†His words, combined with the smooth texture of the gloves and the way his hand explored my chest, sent a rush of arousal through me. My cock was throbbing. I was incredibly turned on, my body responding instinctively to his touch.
As his hands moved with practiced care across my torso, I couldn’t help but feel a subtle stir of attraction. There was something about his mannerisms and the way he maintained eye contact that created an unexpected spark of interest.
His touch lingered slightly longer than necessary, his fingers brushing lightly over my skin. “You’re in good shape,†he said with a playful smile, his eyes softening. “I hope you know how impressive that is, especially after such a rough night.â€
Despite the circumstances, I felt a rush of warmth spread through me, a mix of vulnerability and the physician’s unexpected charm.
Dr. Coster’s hand lingered on your chest a moment longer than expected, his latex-covered fingers brushing lightly over my nipples as he completed the examination. "Well," he said with a soft chuckle, "everything seems to be in perfect working order. You’re tougher than you look."
I couldn’t help but notice the way his gloved hand hovered over my skin, his touch both professional and just a bit too familiar. “Thanks, Doc,†I replied, feeling the tension of the moment shift into something more playful. “I guess I got lucky.â€
Dr. Coster tilted his head slightly, his eyes crinkling behind the surgical mask as he smiled. "Luck might have something to do with it, but I’d say you’ve got a bit more than that going for you." His fingers made another slow pass over my chest, his touch light but deliberate. "You know, if you ever need a follow-up... I’m around."
His words hung in the air, teasing yet nonchalant, and I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement at the suggestiveness in his tone. "I’ll keep that in mind," I said, my voice low and teasing.
The doctor stepped back, pulling off his latex gloves with a snap, still maintaining that friendly, almost flirtatious air. “Well, I’m sure I’ll see you around the retreat. Don't hesitate to find me if you need anything—medical or otherwise." He gave me a wink as he disposed of the latex gloves, the playful energy between us undeniable.
"Thanks, Doc," I said with a grin, pulling my shirt back on. "I’ll definitely keep that offer in mind."
With one last lingering glance, he added, "You take care of yourself. We’ll be in touch." His voice was smooth and confident as he turned to leave, leaving me with a sense that this might not be the last time we’d cross paths.
Chapter 2: Not Out of the Woods Yet; Part 2:
As I stepped back into the lodge, the soft murmur of voices greeted me. Near the entrance, I spotted the four other men I had been kidnapped and tied up with, huddled together, gathering their belongings. Their faces were tense, and there was a shared air of unease among them. As I approached, one of them, the large, bulky man who I had been stripped and tied face to face with, glanced up and met my gaze.
“Hey,†he said, his voice tight. “We were just about to head out.â€
The others nodded in agreement. Another man, the taller, thin man with a nervous energy, spoke up, “Yeah, we’re not sticking around. Not after… what happened.†He shook his head, a shiver running through him as if remembering the night’s ordeal. “That was too much. I don’t feel safe here.â€
I shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of the conversation. “I get it,†I replied, glancing at the door they were preparing to exit through. “But… I’m considering staying.â€
One of the others, the older fatherly man, looked at me with a mix of disbelief and concern. “After what we went through? We were tied up like animals; bound and gagged. I don’t know how you’re even thinking about staying.â€
“I know,†I said, my voice quiet but steady. “But that guy… whoever he was, he got away. And I don’t know if leaving will solve anything.â€
The bulky man I was tied to snorted, slinging a duffel bag over his shoulder. “That guy is probably long gone by now. He’s not sticking around, not after what he pulled. And I’m not gonna hang around waiting to see if he tries it again.â€
I crossed my arms, thinking back to the night before, the ropes biting into my skin, the gag pressing against my mouth, muffling my cries. “What do you think he was after, anyway?†I asked, curious if they had thought about it.
The tall, thinner man shrugged, looking around nervously. “I don’t know. Maybe just some sick power trip, getting off on seeing us helpless.†His face paled at the memory. “Whatever it was, I’m not staying to find out.â€
I nodded, understanding their perspective, but still feeling conflicted. “He slipped away so easily, blended into the crowd this morning. It feels… unfinished, you know? Like we’re leaving without answers.â€
The taller man sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, man. We were bound, gagged, completely at his mercy. I don’t care about answers—I care about not being in that position again.â€
One of the men — the younger son of the older man, silent until now, spoke up in a low voice. “He’s right. What if we stay and something worse happens next time?â€
I bit my lower lip, conflicted. “I guess… I just don’t want to leave without knowing why. If I leave, it feels like he wins.â€
The larger, bulky man I had been tied to gave me a sympathetic look, but his resolve was firm. “I respect that, but it’s not worth the risk for us. You do what you need to do, but we’re out.â€
With that, they gave me nods of farewell, their expressions a mixture of pity and concern. One by one, they headed for the door, leaving me standing alone in the lodge, contemplating my next move. The memory of the ropes, the gags, and the perpetrator’s escape lingered in the air as I watched them disappear, uncertain whether staying was the right choice—or the dangerous one.
— — — —
The campfire crackled, sending sparks shooting up into the night sky as all the men from the retreat gathered around in a loose circle. The fire’s warm glow illuminated their faces, casting long shadows across the ground. Jack stood in front of the group, his stance relaxed but his tone commanding. His voice cut through the soft murmur of the men as he began to speak.
“Gentlemen, tonight, we continue to push our boundaries,†Jack said, his eyes scanning the faces of the men sitting around him. “We come here to strip away the layers that hold us back—fear, doubt, hesitation. This retreat is about more than just physical challenges; it’s about emotional and mental freedom. We confront ourselves, we confront our limits, and we push through them.â€
His words resonated with many of the men. Heads nodded in agreement, and some murmurs of approval rippled through the group. But as Jack’s speech went on, I found it harder to focus. The events of the previous night weighed heavily on me—the ropes, the gag, the feeling of utter helplessness. It stirred something inside me, a complex mix of fear, anger, and confusion.
Jack continued, his voice confident. “This is about growth. About finding the motivation to be better, stronger. We all have something holding us back, and tonight, we push past that. Together.â€
The other men seemed to drink in his words, but for me, they began to blur. I felt a tightening in my chest, and before I knew it, I stood up, my legs carrying me away from the group, away from the firelight, and into the woods. I needed space, distance—from the fire, from the men, from Jack’s motivational words that didn’t match what I was feeling.
The woods were dark, the towering trees casting shadows that made the path almost impossible to see. The cool night air brushed against my skin, and my heartbeat quickened as I replayed the events of the night before. Each snap of a branch or rustle of leaves sent a jolt of anxiety through me.
Suddenly, I heard it—a twig snapping nearby, distinct and deliberate. My heart leapt into my throat. Was it him? The man who had tied me up and left me helpless? The fear from the night before surged back with full force.
“Who’s there?†I shouted, my voice cutting through the stillness of the woods, shaky but determined.
What I love about these last couple of chapters is that there's just enough uncertainty for any number of these men to have been the perpetrator. The doctor, the reassuring man, Jack himself?
So glad you decided to keep going with this story!
gag1195 wrote: 8 months ago
What I love about these last couple of chapters is that there's just enough uncertainty for any number of these men to have been the perpetrator. The doctor, the reassuring man, Jack himself?
So glad you decided to keep going with this story!
gag1195 wrote: 8 months ago
What I love about these last couple of chapters is that there's just enough uncertainty for any number of these men to have been the perpetrator. The doctor, the reassuring man, Jack himself?
So glad you decided to keep going with this story!
I second these thoughts!
@gag1195 and @Bootmark thank you very much for your continued support! I’m excited to share how the events are going to unravel. I hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and I hope I don’t disappoint
MaxRoper wrote: 8 months ago
I'm also glad you chose to continue. These last parts show a lot of promise and I'm definitely looking forward to whatever you have for us.
And, like any good horror movie star, off he goes into the woods by himself.
@MaxRoper thank you! I received some good feedback which motivated me to keep it going, and there are definitely no shortage of options
And yes, heading off alone in the woods? What could go wrong!?
Chapter 2: Not Out of the Woods Yet; Part 3:
For a moment, there was silence. Then, from the shadows, a figure stepped forward. It was the man from the lodge earlier, the one who had checked on me when I was feeling shaken.
“Hey,†he said softly, his hands raised slightly in a gesture of peace. “It’s just me.â€
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, my shoulders relaxing slightly. “What are you doing out here?†I asked, still on edge, but relieved it wasn’t who I had feared.
“I saw you leave the group,†he said, his voice calm, almost soothing. “You looked like you needed some space, so I thought I’d check on you. Didn’t mean to scare you.â€
I glanced back toward the campfire, which was now a distant glow through the trees. “I just… needed to get away for a bit. After everything that happened last night, I guess I’m still on edge.â€
He stepped a little closer, his expression sympathetic. “I get it. I’m sure that was… intense. I would still be thinking about it too. But you don’t have to go through this alone, you know?â€
I nodded, feeling a bit of the tension leave my body. “Thanks,†I said quietly. “I thought for a second it was him… the guy who tied us up and gagged us.â€
He shook his head, a small, reassuring smile on his face. “No, it’s just me. You’re safe.â€
For a moment, the two of us stood there in the quiet of the woods, the sounds of the retreat fading into the background. The fear I’d felt moments before was slowly replaced by a sense of calm as I realized I wasn’t alone out there after all.
As the night deepened, the two of us stood alone in the quiet of the woods, the soft rustling of leaves and distant crackling of the campfire barely audible in the background. The weight of the conversation hung between us—as I was still processing what had happened the night before, the strange mix of vulnerability and strength it had brought out.
For a while, we talked in low voices, sharing thoughts about the retreat, our experiences, and how unsettling the whole ordeal had been. He listened intently, nodding in understanding, occasionally offering a reassuring word. His presence, his calm demeanor, made me feel more at ease than I’d expected.
Then, there was a pause in the conversation, a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on. We both stood there, our bodies close but not quite touching, the firelight far behind us casting faint shadows across the forest floor.
Without a word, he leaned in slowly, his lips grazing my neck in the softest kiss. The warmth of his breath sent a shiver down my spine as his mouth moved gently against my skin. His hand slid to my chest, his fingers tracing the line of your collarbone before his lips followed, pressing against my chest in slow, deliberate kisses.
I opened my mouth to speak, unsure of what to say, but before the words could come out, he cupped his hand, gently covering my mouth. His eyes met mine, a silent communication passing between us, his gaze intense and filled with something that made my pulse quicken.
The world around us seemed to fade as he leaned in again, his lips brushing against my neck once more, then lower, kissing the hollow of my throat, then down to your chest. His touch was firm but soft, each kiss lingering, the warmth of his breath leaving a trail of heat on my skin. I found myself closing my eyes, surrendering to the moment, the fear and confusion of earlier fading away as the closeness between us grew.
He kissed my neck again, slower this time, his hand still gently clamped over my mouth, holding me in place as the connection between us deepened. It was as though the two of us were the only ones in the world, lost in the stillness of the woods and the quiet intensity of the moment.
As his lips continued to brush over my neck and chest, the heat between us was almost overwhelming. I broke the silence, my voice barely a whisper as I asked, "What are you doing?"
He pulled back slightly, meeting my eyes again. His hand slipped from my mouth, but his fingers still grazed my skin. “I couldn’t help myself,†he said, his voice soft and filled with emotion. “I’ve been drawn to you ever since I saw you. There’s something about your strength... the way you handled everything. I had to be close to you.â€
I felt a mix of surprise and something deeper—desire. “I wasn’t sure if you...†I started, my words trailing off as his fingers brushed over my chest again, teasing my skin.
“I knew,†he said, a small, almost playful smile on his lips. “I could tell there was something between us.â€
The air around us seemed charged, the tension palpable. “You’re making it hard to think straight,†I replied, half-joking, but fully aware of how my heart was pounding.
He chuckled softly, his hand now resting on my waist, pulling me just a bit closer. “Maybe thinking straight isn’t what you need right now.â€
The two of us exchanged a few more flirtatious remarks, our words dancing around the growing connection between us, as if testing the boundaries of the moment. The closeness between us felt intoxicating, the world outside the woods fading further away with every breath we took.
But then, a sudden sound—a rustling, like something moving through the underbrush—cut through the quiet. We both froze, listening, my heart suddenly racing for a different reason.
“What was that?†I whispered, eyes darting towards the direction of the noise.
He straightened up, his expression becoming serious. “I don’t know... but I’ll check it out.â€
I grabbed his arm, instinctively pulling him back a little. “Are you sure? What if it’s—"
“I’ll be fine,†he interrupted, giving me a reassuring smile. “Stay here, okay? I won’t be long.â€
I hesitated, but the determination in his eyes reassured me. “Be careful,†I said softly.
“I will,†he promised, his hand squeezing mine briefly before he turned and moved towards the sound. I watched him disappear into the darkness of the woods, the distant sound of his footsteps fading, leaving me alone with the lingering heat of the moment and the stillness of the night.
The silence in the woods was thick, almost suffocating. The campfire, with its distant crackling, felt like a world away as I stood alone, waiting. Every rustle of leaves or shift in the trees made my heart race, the eerie quiet pressing in on me.
Then, suddenly, the sound returned—faint but unmistakable, like something or someone moving stealthily in the underbrush. My chest tightened as I called out, “Hey, are you okay?†But there was no response, just more silence. My voice seemed to vanish into the vast darkness.
Panic started to creep in, and without thinking, I plunged into the woods, pushing past branches and thick foliage. “Where are you?†I called out again, but still, nothing. The night swallowed every sound, and the air felt colder, heavier. My footsteps were quick and frantic, crunching over leaves and twigs.
Just when I thought I had lost him entirely, I heard it—a muffled groan, barely audible but enough to make my blood run cold. I followed the sound deeper into the trees, where a dim light flickered on in the distance. My heart pounded in my ears as I moved toward it.
There, in the small circle of light cast by a flashlight, I saw them. It was him — my kidnapper from the night before stood, holding the man from earlier tightly against him. His hand was clamped firmly over his mouth, muffling his desperate protests. The man’s hands were bound behind his back, his body tense with fear and resistance.
I froze, watching in horror as the kidnapper slowly turned toward me, a sickening grin spreading across his face in the dim light. The man’s eyes were wide with terror, his breath ragged as he struggled in vain against his captor’s hold.
The kidnapper, without a word, let his hand slip from the man’s mouth, revealing a strip of shiny, silver duct tape that had been plastered over his lips, silencing any cries for help. “Mmmpph! Mmpphh!†His muffled moans grew more frantic, his body twisting in the ropes that held him.
The sight of him, bound and gagged, brought back the terror of the night before. My heart raced as I stood there, frozen, unsure of what to do next.
The kidnapper’s eyes gleamed with a sick satisfaction as he stood there, the flashlight casting shadows over his twisted grin. "You remember me, don't you?" he said, his voice low and mocking. "You put up a good struggle last night, but in the end… well, look at you now. Helpless. Again."
My heart pounded as I stared at him, frozen in place. “What do you want?†I asked, my voice shaky but defiant. “What are you going to do to us?â€
He chuckled darkly, his grip tightening on his new hostage, whose muffled whimpers grew more frantic. “What am I going to do?†he repeated, his tone dripping with amusement. “Oh, I haven’t decided yet. But I do know I like seeing him like this. Doesn’t he look good bound and gagged?†The kidnapper roughly turned his hostage toward me, forcing me to look into his wide, terrified eyes. “Go on, take a good look.â€
The man’s face was flushed, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to breathe through the tape covering his mouth. I could see his bound hands twitch behind his back, straining against the ropes that held him tight. The kidnapper leaned closer to him, brushing a finger over the duct tape. “You know,†he continued, smirking, “he struggled a bit at first, but I think he’s starting to get used to it. Don’t you, sweetheart?â€
“Mmm… Mmmpph! Mmpphh!†A muffled protest escaped from behind the gag, but the kidnapper just laughed. “Not that it matters. He won’t be saying much with this on.†He tapped the tape over the man’s lips again for emphasis, enjoying every second of the man’s helplessness.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry as fear crept into every part of me. “Please… just tell me what you’re going to do.â€
The kidnapper’s gaze snapped back to me, his smile fading into something colder. “What I’m going to do is whatever I feel like,†he said flatly. “You see, you don’t get a say in this. Neither of you do.â€
He shoved the man forward slightly, making him stumble in the ropes, and stepped closer to me. “We had our fun last night,†he continued, his voice taunting, “but tonight… tonight, I’m going to make sure it’s a night you’ll never forget.â€
Suddenly, from behind, a rubber gloved hand clamped tightly over my mouth, silencing my gasp of surprise. My arms were yanked behind me, the force jarring and swift. I struggled to turn, to see who was behind me, but the grip was too strong, and panic surged through my body. A second assailant—I hadn’t realized there was another one. My mind raced, trying to figure out who it could be, but in the darkness of the woods, all I could hear was my own muffled breathing against the palm of the rubber gloved hand. “Mmmpph!â€
The kidnapper in front of me smiled, his expression darkening as he watched me struggle. “Ah, you thought it was just me, didn’t you?†he sneered. “It’s never that easy.â€
With a cruel smirk, he grabbed the other man by the shoulders, forcing him down onto his knees in the dirt. “Mmmpph!†The man let out a muffled whimper through his gag, his eyes wide and pleading as he knelt helplessly, bound and silenced.
I tried to shout, to call out, but the rubber glove over my mouth pressed harder, stifling my voice. The kidnapper approached me slowly, savoring my helplessness. “Don’t worry,†he said softly, his voice dripping with mock concern. “You’ll get your turn.â€
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of duct tape, and with the unmistakable sound of a long strip being stretched off the roll, the silver of its smooth surface glinted in the faint light. With practiced ease, he tore off a piece and stepped closer to me. “Now,†he said, “let’s make sure you stay nice and quiet.â€
The hand over my mouth released just long enough for him to stretch the tape out before me and press it down tightly over my lips, sealing my mouth shut. The sticky material tugged at my skin, and I felt my breath quicken as the sense of complete helplessness settled in. The second assailant’s grip on my arms never wavered, holding me still as more rope was wrapped tightly around my wrists, binding them together behind my back.
I twisted in my restraints, desperate for some way out, but the ropes dug into my skin, and I was completely at their mercy. The kidnapper stepped back, admiring his handiwork, his eyes gleaming with twisted satisfaction. “There we go,†he said, his voice a sick imitation of kindness as he began to smooth the tape down over my lips with his fingertips. “Now, let’s see what the two of you can do for me tonight.â€
Chapter 2: Tied to the Trees; Part 4:
The thick forest swallowed us as the kidnappers led us deeper into the woods, the sound of our muffled breathing and the occasional snap of twigs underfoot the only things breaking the silence. My wrists ached from the ropes biting into my skin, and the duct tape over my mouth felt oppressive, each breath reminding me of how tightly I was bound. I glanced over at the other man, still gagged and struggling to keep pace as we were marched further into the darkness.
The kidnapper smirked, his voice casual, as though we were on some kind of leisurely walk. “Look at the two of you,†he said with a mocking tone, glancing back at us. “Trussed up like pigs, not a word to say. Bet you didn’t expect this kind of excitement when you signed up for your little retreat, huh?â€
“Mmpphh!†I grunted behind my gag, trying to keep my composure, but the weight of his taunts pressed down on me. He continued, reveling in our discomfort. “You thought you were strong, didn’t you? Brave. But now, you’re just two helpless little boys, all tied up and gagged. How does it feel, knowing you can’t do a damn thing about it?â€
“Mmm.. Mmpphh…†The other man whimpered in response, his eyes wide with fear, but he couldn’t speak. None of us could. I could only hope someone would hear us, but the further we went, the more isolated we became.
After what felt like an eternity of being pushed through the trees, we finally stopped in a small clearing, the faint moonlight filtering through the branches above. I was breathing heavily, the strain of walking in such a restrained state wearing on me.
And then, from the shadows, a figure stepped forward, and my heart sank. It was Dr. Coster. The same man who had examined me earlier, who had flirted with me with that calm, professional demeanor, now stood before me, his face twisted with a smug, almost predatory grin.
“Mmm.. Mmmpph.. Mmm.. Mmppphh..†I tried to speak, tried to shout through the tape covering my mouth, but all that came out were muffled sounds, desperate and confused. I couldn’t believe it—Dr. Coster, the retreat’s on-call physician, was in on this.
He chuckled, watching me struggle to make sense of what I was seeing. “What?†he asked, his tone dripping with mockery. “I did tell you we would be crossing paths again, didn’t I?â€
I shook my head, trying to comprehend the situation. How had I not seen it earlier? He’d seemed so professional, so caring. But now, standing here with that grin, it was clear—he’d been playing me the entire time.
Dr. Coster walked closer, his eyes locking onto mine as I futilely squirmed in the ropes. “Oh, you’re cute when you’re confused,†he said, his voice almost a purr. “It’s a shame, really. You could’ve had a much easier time if you hadn’t tried to fight back.â€
“Mmmpph! Mmpphh!†I struggled, my muffled protests barely audible under the layer of tape, but there was nothing I could do. I was trapped, bound, gagged, and completely under their control. Dr. Coster just laughed, patting my cheek in a patronizing gesture.
“This is going to be fun,†he said softly, turning back to the other man. “Isn’t it, boys?â€
Dr. Coster stepped closer, his eyes gleaming in the dim light as he reached for the buttons of my shirt. His latex-gloved fingers worked slowly, deliberately, undoing each button with unsettling ease. The rubber squeaked faintly against the fabric, heightening the tension. My heart pounded in my chest as I felt the cool night air hit my skin.
I struggled in my bonds, letting out muffled protests through the thick layer of duct tape over my mouth. Beside me, the other man’s eyes went wide as he watched. “Mmpphhh!†He grunted loudly into his gag, his muffled cries desperate as he tried to object, shaking his head as if to say “stop.â€
Dr. Coster paused for a moment, glancing at the other man, a cruel smirk forming on his lips. “Aw, look at him,†he said, mocking the bound man. “Trying to protect you. How sweet.†He turned to the kidnapper and chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’d think he’d realize by now, there’s nothing he can do. All tied up and gagged like that—he’s just a helpless little hero, isn’t he?â€
The kidnapper laughed, joining in on the taunts. “Yeah, look at him squirm. Poor guy can’t even speak, let alone stop us. Must be killing him to see you like this and not be able to do a damn thing about it.â€
“Mmmpph! Mmmpphh!†The other man’s muffled protests grew louder, his body straining against the ropes in a futile attempt to break free. He shook his head violently, his muffled cries full of frustration and anger.
Meanwhile, Dr. Coster returned his attention to me, his rubber gloved hands sliding inside my now-open shirt. The cold, sterile feel of the latex against my skin sent a shiver down my spine. His fingers moved slowly over my chest, lingering over my nipples, pressing down just enough to make me squirm. I let out a muffled moan of discomfort, my body tensing in response.
“Mmmph! Mmmph!†I tried to protest, my words lost behind the tape, but Dr. Coster ignored my muffled resistance. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear, and spoke in a low, almost seductive voice. “You’re so strong, but look at you now—completely at my mercy.†His hands roamed over my chest, his touch lingering as he whispered into my ear. “I’ve wanted to feel you like this since the moment I saw you.â€
I tensed, my heart racing as his rubber-covered hands slid lower, tracing along the contours of my body. His words were soft, teasing, dripping with a twisted desire. “I love it when they struggle,†he continued, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. “You’re going to look even better when you give in.â€
“Mmmpph! Mmpphh!†I struggled again, shaking my head, but the tape held firm, silencing my attempts to cry out. The other man’s muffled grunts grew louder, his protests more desperate, but it only seemed to amuse them more. “Mmmpph!â€
Dr. Coster chuckled darkly, his hands continuing their unwanted exploration. “Don’t worry,†he whispered, his voice thick with condescension. “You’ll get used to it. Eventually, you’ll stop fighting. They all do.â€
The kidnapper's voice cut through the tension, his tone filled with mockery. "So, what do you think, doc? Should we give them the surprise now?"
Dr. Coster smirk widened as he nodded slowly, his gloved hands finally withdrawing from my chest. "Oh, absolutely. I think they’ve earned it."
Definitely more to come soon!
