The Retreat - Chapter 4; Part 9 - M+/M+ - 18+ Only

[blackbound]

Well! I was initially suspicious of the Doctor, then thought "no, he knows what the perpetrator looks like" - so I really didn't expect this.

What's the surprise???

[Boundngagged75]

Well! I was initially suspicious of the Doctor, then thought "no, he knows what the perpetrator looks like" - so I really didn't expect this.

What's the surprise???

@blackbound I am glad to hear the story is keeping everyone on their toes The next part should be up shortly and the surprise will be revealed

[Boundngagged75]

Chapter 2: Tied to the Trees; Part 5:
Without another word, the two of them grabbed me and the other man, pushing us deeper into the woods. The sound of crunching leaves and snapping twigs filled the air as we stumbled along, hands still bound tightly behind our backs, the tape sealing our mouths preventing any meaningful sound from escaping. My breathing quickened, my heart racing as I struggled to keep up, fear gripping me with every step.

Then, through the dark trees, a soft orange glow began to flicker. A campfire. The sight of the flames set my nerves on edge, memories of the previous night flashing through my mind.

As we were forced closer, the firelight illuminated the figures sitting around it. My eyes widened in horror as I recognized them—the four men who had been tied up with me the night before. They were still there, but now they looked even more restrained. They had been stripped naked. Thick leather cuffs bound their wrists and ankles, keeping them in place, their bodies rigid and tense. Bright pink ball gags were strapped cruelly into their mouths, pulling at the corners of their lips. Their muffled whimpers echoed into the night, each one sending chills down my spine.

I froze, realizing in that moment they hadn’t left the retreat like I had thought. They’d never made it out. They were still trapped, still victims of this nightmare.

“Mmmph! Mmmph!” I tried to shout through my tape gag, my muffled voice a mixture of shock and terror. The other man beside me, still gagged and bound, let out a similar noise, his eyes widening as he, too, realized what had happened to them.

The kidnapper chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying our reactions. “Surprised? Thought they made it out, huh? Nah… they’re right where we want them.” He leaned in close, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. “And now, you get to join them.”

Dr. Coster, standing just behind me, ran a gloved hand over my shoulder, his touch sending another wave of revulsion through me. “It’s quite the reunion, isn’t it?” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “They’ve been waiting for you.” His hand lingered on me, possessive and cold.

The four men sitting by the fire struggled in their restraints, their naked bodies trembling, their ball gags muffling any attempt to speak or cry out. The fear in their eyes mirrored my own, and in the flickering firelight, the scene was surreal and terrifying. We were trapped, just like them, and there was no telling what these men had planned next.

The kidnapper grinned, stepping closer, his voice a low, sinister whisper. "This is where the real fun begins."

As we stood there in the flickering firelight, our captors wasted no time. The ropes binding our hands were untied, but there was no relief in the moment—only dread. I could feel the cool night air against my skin as they began stripping us of our clothes, piece by piece. The other man’s struggles grew more frantic, his muffled protests growing louder beneath the duct tape still sealed over his mouth.

Once he was completely naked, the kidnapper stepped forward and roughly ripped the tape from his lips. He gasped for air, his face flushed from the pain of the adhesive pulling at his skin. But before he could say a word, a large, bright pink rubber ball was forced in between his lips, the straps pulled tight behind his head. “Mmmpph! Mmppphh!” He moaned in protest, shaking his head, but there was nothing he could do. Leather cuffs were brought out next, and I watched, helpless, as they locked his wrists and ankles in place. His arms were forced behind him, restrained by thick straps that made any movement futile.

My mouth was still gagged, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight. I felt a shiver run down my spine as the cold realization of our helplessness settled in.

Dr. Coster approached me, his rubber gloved hand gripping my chin firmly. With a swift motion, he pinched the corner of the tape plastered over my lips and slowly peeled it away from my mouth. I winced as it pulled against my skin, the taste of adhesive still lingering on my lips.

“Don’t bother saying anything,” he said, his tone almost playful but laced with malice. “There is nothing you can say.”

I opened my mouth to speak, to protest, but Dr. Coster silenced me with a cruel smirk. “What, you think you’re going to talk your way out of this?” His latex-gloved fingers brushed against my lips as he reached into his pocket, pulling out another large pink rubber ball centered on two leather straps.

My heart raced as I saw it—the silicone rubber ball, just like the one now lodged in the other man’s mouth. Dr. Coster held it in front of me, teasing, his eyes glinting with satisfaction.

“You’re strong,” he whispered, leaning in close enough that I could feel his breath on my neck. “But even strong men have their limits.”

Before I could say anything, he forced the rubber ball in between my lips, forcing my jaw open. The leather straps were pulled tight and buckled behind my head, securing the gag in place. “Mmmpph! Mmpphh!” I grunted in frustration, trying to resist, but it was no use. My words, my pleas, were now nothing more than muffled sounds. I could barely make a noise.

Beside me, the other man struggled in his new restraints, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to fight against the leather cuffs holding him in place. His muffled groans filled the air, mixing with the crackling of the fire.

Dr. Coster stepped back, admiring his work with a twisted grin. “Much better,” he said, his gloved hands resting on his hips as he glanced between the two of us. “Now you’re just like the others. Helpless. Exactly where we want you.”

— — — —

The cold night air brushed against my bare skin, my body completely exposed as my hands were chained to a thick branch overhead. The metal chains rattled as the leather cuffs dug into my wrists as I hung there, my arms stretched above me, leaving me vulnerable. My heart pounded in my chest as I looked forward, face to face with the other man, his body pressed tightly against mine. He was naked too, his arms forced around my torso, wrists cuffed together at the small of my back, making any movement a struggle. His chest heaved with each breath, our skin slick with sweat from the effort of our futile resistance.

We struggled against the restraints, twisting and writhing against each other, but there was no escape. His muffled groans, silenced by the ball gag strapped in between his lips, mixed with my own muffled protests. The heat from his body only intensified the overwhelming sense of helplessness as we fought in vain.

“Look at them,” the kidnapper sneered, circling us like a predator enjoying his prey. He stopped in front of us, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he watched our naked forms pressed against one another. “Two men, stripped and bound and gagged, completely helpless.”

Dr. Coster stood nearby, his arms folded, a smirk playing on his lips. “Quite the sight, isn’t it? Naked, gagged, and struggling like that,” he mocked, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “They look almost… desperate.” He stepped closer, his rubber gloved hand reaching out to trail a finger down the other man’s back, sending a shiver through his body. “And here I thought you were strong,” Coster added with a cruel chuckle. “But look at you now.”

The kidnapper laughed, circling behind us, his voice low and menacing. “You really thought you could get away last night? You’re right back where you belong—naked, bound, gagged, and completely under our control.” He ran a hand down my back, making my muscles tense as I tried to twist away. “But I have to admit,” he whispered, leaning in close to my ear, “you both look damn good like this.”

“Mmmpphh..” The other man groaned into his gag, his body straining against the chains as he tried to pull away from me, but all he could do was tighten his grip as his arms were cuffed tightly around me. Our struggles only seemed to amuse the two assailants more, their taunts growing harsher with every attempt to free ourselves.

“Aw, look at that,” Coster cooed mockingly. “The two of you, naked and struggling together… It’s almost touching.” He reached up and grabbed a fistful of the other man’s hair, forcing him to look directly at me, his eyes wide with frustration and panic. “Too bad it’s all for nothing.”

I could feel his cock brushing against me as we struggled in the cuffs and chains, our bodies rubbing together as we pulled at our bindings, moaning softly into our ball gags. Our captors watched intently, relishing, as our cocks did battle with each shift of our bodies.

“Mmmppph! Mmm.. Mmpphh!” I tried to protest, but the gag in my mouth turned my words into incoherent sounds. I could feel the tension in the other man’s body as we struggled, our chests rising and falling against one another in sync. Every attempt to move only pressed us closer together, our bare skin sliding against each other in a humiliating dance of futility.

“That’s right,” the kidnapper continued, stepping in front of us now, his hand reaching out to pat my cheek mockingly. “Struggle all you want. It only makes this more fun for us.”

The firelight cast eerie, flickering shadows over the clearing, illuminating the four other men who had been captured with me the previous night. They were all stripped naked, their hands chained to branches overhead in the same humiliating position as mine. The leather cuffs around their wrists bit into their skin as they hung helplessly, their bodies exposed to the cool night air. Their ball-gagged mouths muffled their desperate moans, the sound of their struggles filling the quiet woods.

Each man squirmed and writhed, their naked bodies straining against the restraints. The metal chains rattled softly with every futile attempt to break free. Their eyes darted around wildly, pleading, but there was no escape from the twisted scene we had been dragged into.

The other man and I continued to struggle, tugging at the chains that bound our bodies together. “Mmm.. Mmpph,” he moaned aloud as he flexed his hip, pushing his cock into me. I groaned, defeated and degraded.

“This is so much fun,” Dr. Coster said with a smirk. “I think I could watch you two all night.”

“Mmmpph! Mmmpph!” we pleaded in unison.

Dr. Coster circled behind me, his presence looming over my exposed back. I tensed, knowing what was coming, but unable to stop it. His rubber gloved hands slid across my bare chest, the cold latex sending shivers through my skin. I sucked in a breath through my gag, my chest heaving as his fingers found their way to my nipples.

“Mmm,” he hummed, his voice low and taunting. “You’ve got such a nice body… so firm, so tense.” His fingers toyed with my nipples, pinching and teasing them with a calculated precision that made me squirm in discomfort and… something else. “I can tell you’re trying to fight it, but your body doesn’t lie.”

I tried to twist away, but the chains held me in place, leaving me at his mercy. The other man, cuffed around me, pressed against my front, his body struggling just as mine was. Our movements only made our situation worse, heightening the sense of helplessness. I felt my cock growing hard as his continued to brush against it, our bodies rubbing together as we struggled. He bucked his hips as he tugged at the chains, pushing his semi-erect cock into me.

Dr. Coster’s rubber gloved hands wandered down my chest, fingers ghosting over my skin with an unsettling intimacy. His breath was hot on my neck as he spoke. “I know you feel it,” he whispered, his voice dripping with twisted pleasure. “The tension in your body, the way your muscles tighten when I touch you… I can see it in your eyes.”

His hands continued their descent, slipping lower until they hovered dangerously between my thighs. My entire body tensed in response, my mind racing with conflicting emotions—fear, anger, and something darker that I tried desperately to push down. “Mmmpph…” I whimpered into the gag, my protests coming out as muffled, pathetic sounds.

“Shh,” Coster purred, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. “There’s no need to be shy. You’re mine tonight, all of you. And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.” His voice was a mix of mockery and desire, a twisted concoction that made my skin crawl. “I can tell you want this, even if you won’t admit it.”

He pressed closer, his fingers trailing over me with agonizing slowness, teasing, tormenting. I couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through my body as his hands explored me with practiced cruelty. “Don’t worry,” he said, his voice dripping with sick satisfaction. “We’ve got all night.”


To be continued…

[MaxRoper]

Just keeps getting better. You seem to have my checklist and are moving along, ticking all the boxes.
You MUST continue.

[Boundngagged75]

Just keeps getting better. You seem to have my checklist and are moving along, ticking all the boxes.
You MUST continue.

@MaxRoper I’d love to know what’s on that checklist lol. Definitely more to come! I’m glad you’re enjoying the adventure so far

[Knotted]

Quite the story great work. You got a talent with words!

[blackbound]

Quite the risk for the good Doctor. How will he escape exposure? Will our intrepid participants disappear, never to be seen again? Or is it prolonged and cruel hazing?

[Boundngagged75]

Quite the story great work. You got a talent with words!

@Knotted thank you for the words of encouragement! They are appreciated. I hope you’ll stay tuned and keep reading

[Boundngagged75]

Quite the risk for the good Doctor. How will he escape exposure? Will our intrepid participants disappear, never to be seen again? Or is it prolonged and cruel hazing?

@blackbound we’re about to find out! Stay tuned!

[Bootmark]

Or do they end up liking it and the good? doctor has clients for a lifetime?

[Boundngagged75]

Or do they end up liking it and the good? doctor has clients for a lifetime?

@Bootmark lol We should think so, shouldn’t we?

[Boundngagged75]

Part 6:
Behind me, the other men continued to moan and struggle, their muffled sounds of distress mixing with my own. The sight of their naked, bound bodies only added to the weight of the situation, their helplessness mirroring mine. Dr. Coster’s hands remained relentless, his dirty whispers in my ear, his touch lingering in places that made me want to scream, but all I could do was endure—trapped in a nightmare from which there was no escape.

The other man’s body was pressed tightly against mine, his chest heaving as he struggled in his bonds. Our naked skin rubbed together with every movement, our forced proximity amplifying the sensations. I could feel the heat of his body against me, his muscles tensing as he squirmed, trying desperately to free himself. Each shift caused our bare bodies to brush together, our skin slick with sweat. It was unavoidable, the friction building between us, and despite the horror of the situation, I felt an unwelcome stirring inside me.

“Mmmpph! Mmpphh!” His moans were muffled by the rubber gag strapped tightly across his mouth. Each sound, each vibration sent subtle tremors through him, making our contact even more intimate. His hands, cuffed in the small of my back, pressed into the small of my spine, holding us even closer as we struggled together.

Dr. Coster stood behind me, his rubber gloved hands continuing their cruel exploration of my body. His fingers stroked my chest, tracing the curves of my muscles before sliding lower, teasing. I tried to pull away, but the chains held me firmly in place, leaving me no choice but to endure his touch.

His fingertips trickled down my abdomen and across my waistline. My body tensed as his rubber gloved hand wandered down between my thighs. My breath quickened as his hand wrapped around my hard cock, and he began stroking me with a slow, deliberate motion that sent shockwaves through my body.

“Mmmpph!” I couldn’t control the response. Despite the humiliation, despite the fear, I felt myself hardening under his touch. The sensation was too much—too overwhelming. Dr. Coster’s hand was relentless, his movements smooth and practiced, each stroke sending a surge of unwanted arousal through me. I bit down hard on the rubber ball gag, trying to suppress the groan that threatened to escape.

“Mmmpph! Mmppphh!” The man in front of me moaned louder into his gag, his own body betraying him as well. His eyes, wide with fear and shame, met mine for a fleeting moment before he looked away, his face flushed with the humiliation of it all. His muffled sounds only seemed to spur Dr. Coster on, the doctor’s hand quickening its pace as he continued to stroke my cock, the slick sound of latex filling the air as his hand slid up and down the shaft.

“That’s it,” Coster whispered in my ear, his voice a mixture of mockery and lust. “I knew you couldn’t resist. Your body tells the truth, even if your mind doesn’t want to.”

As I struggled to contain the wave of arousal building inside me, I suddenly felt one of Dr. Coster’s fingers slip lower, tracing the space beneath me. He teased me there, just enough to send a jolt of panic and electricity through me. I gasped against the gag, my body instinctively tensing, but there was nowhere to go—no escape from the degrading pleasure he was inflicting as his fingertips initiated anal stimulation.

“Shhh…” Coster cooed, his finger pressing gently as his hand continued to stroke me. “Just relax. You’re not getting out of this… You’re going to feel every last bit of it.”

“Mmmpph! Mmmpphh!” The other man’s muffled moans grew louder, his body pressing harder against mine as he struggled, his bound hands trying in vain to protect me or himself from the torment. But there was no stopping it. Dr. Coster had us right where he wanted us—naked, bound, and helpless—his latex-clad hands playing us like instruments, our bodies betraying us with every shudder, every moan, every gasp.

The other kidnapper stepped forward, grabbing the man bound face-to-face with me, holding him firmly in place. His arms, wrapped around me, squeezed tighter as he struggled, our bodies pressing even closer together. We were trapped, naked and exposed, with no chance of escape as our assailants loomed over us, mocking our helplessness. Our cocks did battle as our bodies, slick in sweat, rubbed against one another.

Dr. Coster’s gloved hand continued to stroke me, each slow, deliberate movement pushing me further into a spiral of conflicting emotions. My muffled groans grew louder, despite my efforts to resist the shameful pleasure. The other man moaned into his gag, his body trembling as the kidnapper held him still, forcing him to endure the same torment. We were both squirming, trying to twist away, but the tight restraints and their iron grip kept us locked in place, every inch of skin rubbing together, every sensation heightened by the forced proximity.

“Look at you two,” the kidnapper sneered, his voice filled with twisted amusement. “You’re practically begging for it, aren’t you? So weak… so easy to control.”

“Mmm.. Mmpphh..” The other man whimpered, shaking his head as much as the gag would allow, his eyes wide with fear and desperation. His muffled protests only seemed to amuse our captors further, and the kidnapper chuckled darkly, his fingers digging into the man’s shoulders, making him squirm even more.

Dr. Coster leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear as his hand continued its agonizing rhythm. “You both look so good like this,” he murmured, his voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. “Bound, gagged, completely at our mercy. I could do this all night… watching you squirm, listening to those pathetic little noises you’re making.”

“Mmmpph! Mmpphh!!” I tried to protest, to fight back, but the gag silenced any attempt at speech, my only response a strained groan as I felt the shameful heat building inside me. My body was betraying me, responding to Dr. Coster’s touch no matter how much I tried to resist. The other man was in the same predicament, his moans growing louder, more desperate, as he struggled against the kidnapper’s grip.

“Listen to him,” the kidnapper taunted, his voice low and mocking. “He’s trying so hard to protect you, but what can he do? He’s just as helpless as you are. All bound up… gagged like a little toy. I wonder how long it’ll take for him to break.”

“Mmmpph.. Mmm…” The man whimpered again, shaking his head violently as he fought to free himself, but the kidnapper only held him tighter, forcing him to stay pressed against me as Dr. Coster’s hand slid between us, stroking both of us with an almost sadistic precision.

“You’re both so predictable,” Coster whispered, his latex gloves making a slick, obscene sound as he moved, grasping our cocks. “Bodies don’t lie. You can struggle all you want, but you can’t hide how much you’re enjoying this.”

Each of Dr. Coster’s hands gripped our cocks. He slid his hands up and down the shafts of our hard cocks in near perfect synchrony. He simultaneously cupped our balls, massaging them as we moaned softly.

“Mmmph! Mmpphh!” We moaned together, our voices muffled by the gags, the humiliation unbearable as they continued to toy with us, their words digging deep into our helplessness. Every touch, every stroke felt like a violation, and yet we were powerless to stop it, our bodies reacting in ways we couldn’t control.

“Just give in,” the kidnapper hissed. “You’re ours now.”

Under the flickering firelight, our naked bodies glistened with sweat, shimmering as we strained against each other. Every movement sent ripples of friction between us—our slick skin rubbing together as we struggled in vain, trying to find any means of escape. My breath was heavy, each exhale muffled by the large bright pink rubber ball strapped tightly over my mouth. The other man’s muffled moans mirrored my own, our combined desperation echoing into the night as the cuffs and chains held us firmly in place.

The heat from the flames seemed to intensify everything: the tension, the closeness, and the discomfort of being so exposed. We twisted and writhed against one another, the sensation of his bare chest sliding against mine, the way our thighs brushed with every tremor of effort, heightening the degrading intimacy of the moment.

Just as we were about to reach our peak, Dr. Coster slowed his movements, his eyes twinkling with playful intent. “Not so fast,” he whispered, leaning down to place a soft kiss on my shoulder. “I want to make this last.”

The kidnapper holding my bound companion loosened his grip and bent down, freeing his wrists from the restraints. For a moment, he wobbled in place, unsure of what to do with his newfound freedom, but it didn’t last long.

“On your knees,” Dr. Coster commanded, as he obediently complied. “Good boy.” I felt my body trembling as the two assailants circled around us like a predator stalking its prey. As he was forced to his knees in front of me, the man’s sweaty body gleamed in the low light. His eyes darted up to me, fear and uncertainty flickering behind them, but his gag stifled any protest.

“Mmmpph! Mmmpphh!” I moaned into my gag, pleading in desperation as Dr. Coster disappeared behind me. A shiver was sent down my spine as I heard the soft crunch of the ground as a set of footsteps approached from behind. Chills radiated throughout my body as I sensed the unmistakable presence of him standing silently behind me. I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck.

“Mmmpph!” I groaned, wide eyed, as he placed a hand on my hip. Moaning aloud, muffled by the ball gag in my mouth, my body tensed as he reached around with his other hand, enclosing it around my cock.

“Mmm… Mmpph.” I pressed my lips together over the rubber ball strapped in my mouth as he began to slowly stroke my cock, feeling it grow harder as he ran his hand up and down the shaft. His other hand slipped off my hip as he reached around with his arm, cupping my balls. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as he sent small tingles radiating through my body.

From his knees, the other captive watched intently, his cock growing hard. The kidnapper moved his wrists behind his back and secured them with the leather cuffs. He moaned softly, muffled by the ball gag sunk into his mouth. Dr. Coster gently massaged my balls as he continued to run his hand up and down the shaft of my cock. I twisted in the chains that bound my wrists, biting down on the silicone rubber ball that filled my mouth, muffling my gentle moans. I felt my cock throbbing as his large hand gripped it.

Without saying a word, he reached out as the other captive knelt before me, my fully hard cock protruding. He hooked a finger around the leather strap holding the rubber ball in place between his lips, slipping it out of his mouth and letting it hang loosely around his neck. Placing a hand on the back of his head, he slowly pulled it forward. The man pulled back, unwilling and opposed.

“You know what to do, boy,” he said, his voice stern, a stark reminder of who was in control. Reluctantly, he slowly leaned forward.

“That’s it,” Dr. Coster said as the man parted his lips slightly, tilting his chin up as his mouth opened gradually. “Suck that cock.”

“Mmmppph!” I moaned aloud as I felt him take my cock into his hot, wet mouth. I flexed my hips as his lips enclosed around it, taking me deeper into his mouth.

I bellowed out a chorus of muffled moans, breathing hard and rhythmically as his wet lips slid up and down the shaft of my cock. He gagged on my cock with each thrust of my hips. I could feel his slippery tongue gently massaging it.

My cock was throbbing as he took it deep inside his mouth. We traded moans as our kidnappers occasionally offered whispers of encouragement: “Mmm, yeah, suck that cock.” “Slutty boys.” “Mmm… so fucking hot!”

Each time his mouth descended, I felt a rush of warmth, his tongue expertly swirling around me, heightening the sensation until I was almost dizzy with arousal. The pressure of his lips was both soothing and relentless, pulling me deeper into a haze of pleasure that seemed to stretch on endlessly.

I was lost in the sensation, my body trembling under his lips wrapped around my cock, completely at his mercy as he worked me with an unyielding focus. The tension built, each pull of his mouth bringing me closer to the edge, the pleasure almost unbearable in its intensity.

His lips created a tight, enveloping seal around me, and I could feel the soft pressure as his tongue swirls with expert precision. The sensation was overwhelming. The warmth of his mouth combined with the cool, deliberate touch of Dr. Coster’s rubber-gloved hands was almost too much to bear. The latex glided smoothly over my skin, adding a unique friction that heightens every sensation, every movement. The man’s mouth was hot and wet, creating a perfect balance with the cool, smooth touch of the gloves as they continued to rub me.

The contrast between the soft, insistent pull of his lips and the steady, teasing glide of the rubber against my skin sent waves of pleasure through me. Each time his mouth descends, a fresh surge of heat coursed through my body, leaving me trembling with arousal.

I could now feel my cock pulsing as I was about to cum. The sensation of his wet, warm mouth and the cool, slick rubber was intoxicating, and I could feel the tension building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter. In between our moans and panting, our kidnappers continued blurting out commands: “Suck it like you mean it!” “Cum in his mouth!”

We moaned in unison as I was seemingly reaching a climax, his tongue doing somersaults in his mouth as it wrapped around the shaft of my cock. At the same time, a rush of euphoria radiated throughout my body. The tension between us reached a fever pitch, each moment stretching into eternity, until all I could feel was the fire building inside me, pushing me to the edge. My moans and pleas went ignored as I felt my cock pulsing, ready to explode in his mouth.

“Mmm.. Mmpph..” I whimpered as the tingly feeling stimulating my body rocketed into a sudden burst of intense pleasure.

I struggled against my bonds again, my own protests muffled by the ball gag still in my mouth. Every muscle strained as I watched them toy with the man at my feet. My body, still glistening with sweat, was locked in the humiliation of the moment, unable to help, unable to escape. “Mmmmppph!” I screamed into my gag as I exploded into his mouth.

— — — —

Jack and the other men burst through the door of the lodge, returning from the night’s event, their echoing chatter and the roar of their footsteps shuffling in faded to a collective silence. Their faces a mixture of shock and confusion as they took in the sight of the six of us bound and gagged in the center of the room. Our wrists were cuffed tightly behind our backs, and the ball gags forced in between our lips, filling our mouths, muffled any attempts to speak.

We lay on the stomachs, hogtied with the leather cuffs clasped around our wrists and ankles. Our bodies were bent in an unnatural arc, limbs pulled tight behind our backs, forcing us into a helpless, contorted position. The chains tethered our hands to our feet, leaving no slack, ensuring our every struggle only made the bindings tighter. “Mmm! Mmmpph! Mmpphh!” We bellowed out a chorus of muffled moans in unison from beneath the bright pink rubber balls strapped in our mouths.

Jack was the first to reach me. With swift hands, he unbuckled the leather straps behind my head as I spit the rubber ball out, allowing me to take a deep breath. I winced slightly at the sting, my jaw aching from being gagged for so long.

“What the hell happened here?” Jack demanded, his voice sharp with concern as he crouched down in front of me.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry from the ordeal. “It was Dr. Coster,” I croaked, my voice hoarse. “He… he wasn’t a real doctor. He and the other man… the man from last night… they kidnapped us. They bound us, gagged us… took us into the woods.”

Jack’s brows furrowed in disbelief. “Dr. Coster? That’s impossible. There’s no one by that name working at the retreat or the lodge.”

I blinked, confusion washing over me. “No, I swear… he said he was the on-call physician. He checked me out earlier today in his office.”

Jack shook his head, standing up as he glanced around the room at the others. “I’m telling you, there is no Dr. Coster. I know every staff member here, and that name doesn’t exist.”

My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to make sense of the situation. The other five men, still gagged and bound, stared at me with wide eyes, their muffled groans echoing through the room.

“They… they led us into the woods,” I continued, trying to gather my thoughts. “They taunted us, chained us up, put these ball gags in our mouths… it was all real. You have to believe me.”

Jack sighed, rubbing a hand over his face as if trying to process everything. “Look, we’re going to get everyone untied, and then we’ll figure this out. But if there’s no record of this ‘Dr. Coster,’ then we’ve got a bigger problem on our hands than just some prank gone wrong.”

As Jack moved to untie the others, my mind raced. Could it really have been an elaborate setup? Was Dr. Coster even his real name? Or had we fallen victim to something far more sinister than I had initially realized?


The End??? Or on to Chapter 3?

[Knotted]

What a continuation.
Again an excellent chapter, and I'm really hoping for another chapter

[Boundngagged75]

What a continuation.
Again an excellent chapter, and I'm really hoping for another chapter

@Knotted I don’t think we can end this with two kidnappers running around on the loose Nor can we end it without finding out what is budding between our two kinky captives

Thank you, as always!

[MaxRoper]

Bound, gagged, helpless, and subjected to an unsolicited BJ. I'm amazed our hero held out as long as he did. WHatever happens with the kidnappers, he obviously owes his new friend some payback

[Knotted]

What a continuation.
Again an excellent chapter, and I'm really hoping for another chapter

@Knotted I don’t think we can end this with two kidnappers running around on the loose Nor can we end it without finding out what is budding between our two kinky captives

Thank you, as always!

I agree, I somehow doubt neither the kidnappers nor the kinky captives are done yet.
And after all, from what we see in the story, the two captives need to get even in certain aspects...

[Boundngagged75]

Bound, gagged, helpless, and subjected to an unsolicited BJ. I'm amazed our hero held out as long as he did. WHatever happens with the kidnappers, he obviously owes his new friend some payback

@MaxRoper get ready for Chapter 3!

[gag1195]

What a thrilling end to part 2! There's no way you can leave us hanging and not have a part 3!

[Boundngagged75]

What a thrilling end to part 2! There's no way you can leave us hanging and not have a part 3!

@gag1195 Chapter 3 is in the works I’m excited to start posting it soon. I appreciate the enthusiasm

[Boundngagged75]

Chapter 3; Part 1: Gagged and Bound in Brotherhood:

The next morning, I found myself in the lodge kitchen, the steady hum of activity a welcome distraction from the chaos of the previous night. Jack had offered to let me out of kitchen duty, but I insisted on keeping busy—anything to keep my mind from spiraling into dark thoughts. The comforting rhythm of the routine—washing dishes, wiping counters—was exactly what I needed.

I was wearing a plain white t-shirt, the fabric clinging slightly to my skin and an apron folded over my the front of my jeans as I carried a large tub of dishes over to the sink. A pair of yellow rubber gloves fit snug my hands, their bright color contrasting with the stainless steel surroundings. The warm water splashed up as I dunked the plates in, my mind drifting back to the events of last night.

As I turned to grab another dish, I spotted him—the man I had been tied to—standing just outside the kitchen, also wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of identical yellow rubber gloves. He leaned against the doorway, his eyes meeting mine with a mix of curiosity and lingering unease.

I set down the tub and walked over, wiping my gloved hands on a towel. “Hey,” I said softly, unsure of where to start.

“Hey,” he replied, his voice a little hoarse. He tugged on the cuffs of his gloves, his fingertips dancing their way into the finger holes of the gloves, as they snapped back against his wrist. The sound of the rubber, the sharp crackle and stretch, seemed to intensify the surroundings.

There was a brief silence as we stood there, both of us clearly thinking about what we had been through. Finally, I spoke up. “About last night… I still can’t believe what happened. It feels like a bad dream.”

He nodded, his expression somber. “Yeah. Being tied up like that… I’ve never felt so helpless. It was terrifying.” His voice wavered slightly, and he ran a gloved hand through his hair. “But you… you stayed strong. I don’t know how you did it.”

I shrugged, the memory of our struggles still vivid in my mind. “I don’t think I had much of a choice. It was either stay calm or… lose it completely.”

He stepped a little closer, lowering his voice. “I just… I keep thinking about what they did to us. Being stripped, bound and gagged. The way they taunted us, like it was some kind of game.”

I swallowed hard, the knot in my stomach tightening. “I know. I’ve been replaying it over and over in my head.” I looked at him, his face reflecting the same mix of confusion and fear I had been feeling. “I don’t know what’s worse—the fact that they got away, or the fact that no one seems to know who they were.”

He sighed, glancing out of the kitchen window. “Yeah. I thought I saw them again this morning, but maybe it’s just paranoia.” He paused, then looked back at me. “You’re staying, right? I mean, after everything…”

I hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. I don’t know why, but I feel like if I leave, they win. Like… I have to see this through.”

He smiled faintly, his eyes softening. “I’m glad. I don’t think I could handle this place without knowing someone else understands what we went through.”

The air between us felt heavy with unspoken words, a bond forged through our shared ordeal. Despite everything, there was a strange comfort in knowing I wasn’t alone.

He stepped closer, the sound of the kitchen fading into the background as his gloved hand reached out, gently brushing against mine. Our fingers interlocked, the smooth, rubbery texture of the gloves making the touch both strange and intimate. There was something unspoken between us, a silent acknowledgment of the bond we had formed through our shared ordeal.

He leaned in, his face just inches from mine, and I could feel my pulse quicken. The tension of the moment built as he tilted his head, his lips nearing mine. But just as our lips were about to meet, the sound of footsteps echoed through the kitchen. We pulled apart quickly, both of us straightening and glancing toward the door as another man walked in, oblivious to what had just almost happened.

He gave me a fleeting glance, a small, almost apologetic smile, before we both turned and went our separate ways, pretending the moment hadn’t just unfolded.

As I returned to my work, still a little flustered, the door swung open again. This time, a woman entered, her presence immediately commanding attention. She was petite, with sleek black hair pulled back into a neat ponytail, and wore a crisp white coat over her clothes. Her almond-shaped eyes surveyed the kitchen as she approached.

"Hi, there," she said warmly, her voice calm and professional. "I’m Dr. Christine Le, the on-call physician for the retreat."

“Hi.” I hesitated for a moment, a strange sense of déjà vu washing over me. With everything that had happened, I couldn’t help but feel wary. She reached out a hand, the gesture polite, as I took her tiny hand into my slippery, wet rubber gloved hand. “Sorry for the unorthodox question," I said, trying to keep my voice light, "but do you have any credentials you can show me? I had an experience with the last ‘on-call physician’ that… didn’t turn out so well."

Dr. Le didn’t seem fazed by my request. She simply smiled and reached into her coat pocket, pulling out an ID card. "Of course," she said, holding it up for me to see.

I glanced at it closely, reading the name: Dr. Christine Le, M.D. Her photo and information seemed legitimate, and I felt a small sense of relief. “Thank you,” I said, my voice a bit sheepish now. “I didn’t mean to sound suspicious, it’s just… after what happened, I’m a bit cautious.”

“No worries,” she replied kindly. “Given what you went through, it’s perfectly understandable. I was actually going to offer you a quick exam, just to make sure everything’s okay. It’ll only take a few minutes.”

I nodded, still feeling a bit uncertain but trusting her enough now. “Sure,” I said, pulling off the rubber gloves with a snap and following her out of the kitchen and into the hall.

As I followed Dr. Le down the hallway, an uneasy feeling settled in my stomach. When we reached the examination room, I hesitated at the doorway, my gaze sweeping over the space. It was the same room I had been in with Dr. Coster. The cold metal exam table, the sterile walls, the faint smell of antiseptic—all of it came rushing back. Memories of his gloved hands on my chest and the unsettling experience flooded my mind. I had to remind myself that this was different, that Dr. Le wasn’t him.

"Please, have a seat," Dr. Le said, gesturing to the exam table. She walked over to the counter, pulling on a fresh pair of latex gloves with a soft snap. "If you could remove your shirt for me, I’d like to check for any bruising or discomfort."

Dr. Le stretched her wrist into one of the latex gloves with a sharp, deliberate sound, the latex stretching tightly over her fingers. The gloves stretch snugly over her hands, their sleek surface catching the light. The sound of the latex as it snaps into place added a tactile edge to the anticipation I was feeling.

I nodded and peeled off my white t-shirt, feeling a strange sense of vulnerability in the same room again. She approached, her hands now gloved, and placed them gently on my shoulders. "Any pain from being bound?" she asked, her fingers running smoothly down my arms and across my chest, checking for any tension or injury.

I shook my head. "No, I’m okay. Just a little sore, but nothing serious."

"Good," she said, her voice soothing. "I’ll check your range of motion, just to be sure." Her latex gloved hands glided over my skin as she moved down my chest and along my sides. Her touch was clinical, but I couldn’t help but notice the contrast between this examination and the one before.

"So," Dr. Le began, her tone soft but curious, "can you walk me through what happened? I understand it must have been a traumatic experience."

I let out a breath and nodded, starting to recount the night before. "It was after the campfire. I went into the woods to clear my head, and... I thought I heard someone. It turned out to be another man from the lodge, and we started talking. But then we heard a noise, and when he went to check it out, that’s when the kidnappers grabbed us."

Her eyes were steady, attentive, as she continued to examine me. "Did they say anything to you while they had you? Did they threaten you?"

"Yeah," I replied, recalling the taunts. "They... they enjoyed seeing us tied up, gagged. They mocked us, especially after they found us vulnerable."

Dr. Le’s hands moved back up to my shoulders, pressing gently to check for any knots or stiffness. "It sounds terrifying," she said sympathetically. "But you’re strong to have come through it like this. No lasting pain?"

I shook my head again. "No lasting pain, physically at least."

She met my gaze for a moment, her expression thoughtful. "What they did to you... being bound and gagged against your will… no one should have to go through something like that. I’m glad you’re here, though. You’re safe now."

As I left the examination room, I felt a strange sense of relief but also lingering unease. I walked down the hallway alone, heading back to the kitchen to finish my duties. My mind was racing with everything that had happened—the kidnapping, the exam, the strange tension that seemed to cling to every moment since.

When I entered the hallway leading to the kitchen, I saw him again—the man from the night before. He stood just outside the door, still wearing his white t-shirt and yellow rubber gloves, looking out of place in the bustling retreat setting. His eyes met mine, and he stepped forward.

“Hey,” he said softly, concern in his voice. “Are you okay? I saw you leave with that doctor.”

I hesitated but nodded. “Yeah, she was just… checking everything out.”

He moved closer, taking my hand into his own, the smooth surface of his rubber glove cool against my skin. “I’ve been thinking about you. About last night,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t stop thinking about you… how drawn I am to you. It’s like I can’t help it.”

His confession sent a shiver down my spine. I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, his gloved hand slid between my thighs. My breath hitched, my body betraying me as I felt a wave of arousal at his touch. His fingertips began to trace over the contour of my hard cock through my pants, bulging in the front.

“Wait…” I started to protest, but he just looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and urgency.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing louder. His expression shifted, and without a word, he pushed me into a dark, narrow hallway that branched off the hallway, perpendicular. The space was barely lit, shadows cloaking us as he pressed me against the wall. His rubber gloved hand clamped over my mouth, muffling any sound I might make, while his other hand rubbed me between my thighs, his movements firm and deliberate.

“Shhh,” he whispered into my ear, his voice low and breathy. “Let’s just have this moment.”

“Mmmpph..” I nodded. I stood still, my back pressed hard against the cold wall as his gloved hand remained firmly over my mouth. His body was close, too close, and every breath I took was filled with his presence. My mind raced, caught between shock and the undeniable heat spreading through me. His gloved hand continued its slow, deliberate movements between my thighs, the friction causing a soft, muffled moan to escape from me—barely audible through the barrier of his palm. My cock was throbbing as he grasped at it through my pants, his fingertips tracing over the contour of it.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears as I tried to focus, tried to think, but my body was betraying me. His hand moved with purpose, his touch rough and insistent, and I couldn’t help the small, involuntary sounds of pleasure that escaped, dampened by the latex clamped over my mouth.

Suddenly, he moved quickly, yanking my belt loose with a swift tug, the sound of leather sliding through loops filling the narrow hallway. I tensed, my breath catching as he unbuttoned my pants, his movements rushed but precise. Before I could react, his hand dove down the front of my pants, rubber meeting skin as he gripped my cock firmly.

I gasped beneath the palm of his hand pressed firmly to my lips, my body arching involuntarily into his touch, the combination of euphoria and desire swirling in a confusing, overwhelming mix. His fingers moved expertly, and I moaned again, the sound swallowed by the rubber gloved hand still covering my mouth.

“Shhh,” he whispered again, his breath hot against my ear. “Don’t make a sound.”

I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as he sent small tingles radiating through my body, his hand diving deep down the front of my pants in between my legs. I squeezed his hand in between my thighs as I felt it enclose around my cock, slowly sliding up and down the shaft.

As my cock grew hard, he began to rapidly stroke it. The friction from the latex of his glove was euphoric as blissful and exhilarating, as his hand alternated between stroking my cock and massaging my balls. “Mmmph! Mmppphh!” I grunted and moaned softly as the palm of his rubber gloved hand remained pressed firmly to my lips.

His hand enclosed back around my cock as his slow rub accelerated into a fast jerking motion. His rubber gloved hand slid up and down my cock with ease as I closed my eyes tightly, my cock throbbing.

As I stood there, pressed against the wall, a voice echoed down the hallway. "Hello? Is anyone there?" It was Jack. The man’s hand quickly slipped out of my pants, and he gave me one last lingering look as his other hand slipped away from my lips. "Find me later," he whispered urgently, his fingers brushing my chest before he hurried off, disappearing around the corner.

My heart still raced, and I fumbled to button my pants just as Jack turned the corner, his eyes narrowing slightly in concern.

“There you are," Jack said, his tone light but curious. "I’ve been looking for you. Everything okay?"

I nodded quickly, still a bit breathless from the encounter. “Yeah, I’m fine."

He glanced down the hallway where the man had just disappeared, but didn’t comment on it. "I hope you’ll stay for the closing events," Jack said, his voice sincere. "It wouldn’t feel right without you after everything that’s happened."

I hesitated for a moment, thinking about the other men and the terrifying nights we had just endured. "What about the others?"

“They’ve left," Jack said, shrugging. "After what happened, they didn’t want to stay."

I looked down at my feet, feeling the weight of the situation. "I think I’ll stay," I said quietly. "I need to know who’s behind all of this. The kidnappings, the... torment. I can’t leave without finding out."

Jack smiled faintly, his eyes softening. "I understand. We’ll figure it out together. Just take it easy, alright?"

I nodded, determined. Whatever was going on, I wasn’t going to let it end like this.

I was in my room, quietly packing up my things for the next day, folding clothes into neat piles and organizing everything in my suitcase. The room felt heavier now, like the walls carried the weight of everything that had happened. Each item I tucked away seemed to be part of a chapter I wasn’t quite sure was closed yet.

Just as I placed the last shirt into the bag, there was a soft knock at the door. I froze for a moment, then walked over, expecting... well, I wasn’t sure what. Maybe it was Jack, checking in on me again. Or maybe—

I opened the door, but the hallway was empty. No one in sight. A strange chill passed through me as I glanced around. Then I saw it. Pinned to the doorframe was a small note. The paper was plain, but the letters were cut out from various magazines, pasted together in a haphazard, ominous way.

I pulled the note down and read it:

Come to the campfire at sunset. Come alone.

My pulse quickened as I stared at the words. I couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling in my chest. Was it the kidnappers? Were they planning to finish what they started? Or could it be him—the man I’d been connecting with, sending me this message in some secretive, playful way? The uncertainty gnawed at me.

I leaned back against the door, holding the note in my hand, trying to figure out what to do. Either way, I was going to the campfire.


To be continued…

[blackbound]

To fall for it once: shame on them. Twice: shame on our protagonist. Thrice: uh.

[Boundngagged75]

To fall for it once: shame on them. Twice: shame on our protagonist. Thrice: uh.

@blackbound what fun would it be if our protagonist wasn’t always getting tricked, kidnapped, and bound and gagged?

Who could be behind the note on the door?

[MaxRoper]

Looks like another date with the ropes and gag is on the agenda.

I think our hero likes it.

[Boundngagged75]

Looks like another date with the ropes and gag is on the agenda.

I think our hero likes it.

@MaxRoper what fun would it be if he was getting tied up and gagged and stuck in these… compromising situations?

[Boundngagged75]

Chapter 3: Gagged and Bound in Brotherhood, Part 2:

As the sun dipped low behind the trees, casting a golden hue over the lodge, I made my way through the empty hallways. The lodge, usually filled with the sounds of chatter or footsteps, now felt eerily silent, as if it were holding its breath. My footsteps echoed softly against the floor, each step heightening the sense of tension building within me. The quiet was unnerving, making the lodge seem abandoned, even haunted, by the events that had unfolded.

When I stepped outside, the cool evening air hit my face, but it did little to calm the anxious storm in my chest. I crossed the lawn slowly, every instinct on edge, scanning the growing shadows around me. The campfire was flickering in the distance, its soft crackle the only sound breaking the silence. As I walked closer, my mind raced. Was this a trap? Was it him, waiting for me, or had the kidnappers set this up? My stomach knotted with uncertainty, yet I kept moving forward.

And then I saw him.

My heart sank at the sight—he was being held by two men. Dressed in black, their faces completely concealed by balaclavas, the two figures stood on either side of him, gripping his arms tightly. He struggled weakly, his hands bound behind him, and a neatly folded red bandana had been pulled in between his lips and knotted off tightly behind his head, gagging his mouth. His eyes were wide, pleading, locked on mine as I approached. “Mmmpph! Mmppphh!” was all he could manage with the bandana tied snugly in his mouth.

My mind reeled. It had to be them—Dr. Coster and the other kidnapper. There was no mistaking the air of control, the way they held him, as if they had done this before. I felt a surge of panic; everything about this felt wrong, but before I could act or even think, I was grabbed.

Suddenly, two sets of hands latched onto me from behind. I tried to twist away, but they were too strong. Panic shot through me as something was shoved between my lips—a gag, cutting off any chance to call for help. “Mmmpph!” I muffled a protest as a bandana was being forced in between my lips and tied off tightly behind my head, but it was useless. I thrashed, only to feel my arms being yanked behind me, expertly restrained.

I was in shock. There were more of them? How many were in on this? The realization struck me like a blow. These weren’t just two kidnappers; this was something bigger. How had I not seen it? My mind raced, searching for an escape, for any explanation, but all I could feel was the cold grip of terror tightening around me.

“Mmm… Mmmpph! Mmpphh!” We struggled, thrashing against the tight grip of our captors, but it was futile. My muffled cries pushed against the gag, turning into helpless grunts as I fought to make any sound that could break through the oppressive silence. Beside me, the other man was protesting too, his muffled groans blending with mine. Our combined efforts to resist seemed only to amuse the assailants, who remained unnervingly quiet.

Their silence was eerie—no taunts, no threats, just the firm, calculated pressure of their hands holding us in place, ensuring we were completely powerless. I could see his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, the bandana gag straining against his mouth as he struggled. Our eyes met for a brief moment, both of us filled with the same mix of fear and helplessness. “Mmmph! Mmpphh!” he grunted, his lips pressed together over his gag.

Then, without warning, one of the men reached into his pocket and pulled out a black hood. My heart pounded as I watched them force it over the other captive’s head, obscuring his face in one swift motion. His body jerked in response, a muffled cry escaping him, but it was already too late. I knew what was coming next.

Before I could brace myself, the same hood was shoved over my head. Darkness swallowed me, and the world disappeared. My breathing quickened, hot air trapped inside the fabric as I struggled to stay calm. The sounds of the campfire and the rustling leaves vanished, leaving only the sensation of being pulled and dragged away.

I stumbled, unable to see or resist, my arms bound tightly behind me, my gagged protests absorbed by the suffocating cloth. The cold hands of fear gripped my chest as I was yanked along, helpless to whatever fate awaited us deeper in the dark unknown.

The hood was yanked off my head, and I blinked rapidly, my eyes adjusting to the dim lighting of the lodge. As my vision cleared, I saw the other man sitting right next to me, tied to a chair just like I was. His hands were bound behind him, ropes biting into his chest, and his legs strapped to the chair’s legs. His lips were pressed firmly together over the bandana that gagged his mouth, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and desperation as he tried to speak to me through muffled, unintelligible sounds. “Mmm.. Mmmpph.”

“Mmm.. Mmpph.. Mmm.. Mmpphh,” I tried to respond, my own gag tied tightly in my mouth, but my words came out just as muffled, swallowed up by the thick fabric. Frustration surged through me, our attempts to communicate reduced to a series of helpless grunts.

Suddenly, I heard another sound—a low, muffled moan, coming from somewhere behind us. “Mmmpphh…” I froze, my heart racing as I turned my head slowly, realizing we weren’t alone. My eyes widened in shock.

Around us, no less than twenty other men were tied to chairs, their mouths similarly gagged with bandanas or duct tape, their bodies held in place by tight restraints. Some squirmed weakly in their bonds, their heads drooping as if they had been struggling for hours. Others sat still, eyes wide with fear, their muffled groans adding to the oppressive atmosphere. Each one of them was a mirror of our own predicament—helpless, bound, and gagged, with no way of knowing what would happen next.

A cold shiver ran down my spine. Whatever was going on here, it was far bigger than just us. We were trapped, surrounded by a room full of captives, and whoever had orchestrated this had no intention of letting any of us go.

A half dozen men in black, their faces concealed behind tight balaclavas, slowly circled us like predators around helpless prey. Their movements were deliberate, calculated, as if savoring the power they held over us. The leader of the group stepped forward, his presence commanding as he surveyed the room filled with bound and gagged men.

“Well, well,” the leader began, his voice dripping with mockery. “Look at all of you. So strong, so capable, reduced to this—trussed up like cattle, gagged, and helpless.” He chuckled darkly, the sound echoing ominously in the silent room, broken only by the occasional muffled groan of resistance.

He stopped in front of one of the captives, a younger man, his wrists tied tightly to the arms of his chair, legs strapped to the legs, his body rigid with tension. His cheeks bulged under several strips of shiny silver duct tape preventing him from spitting out the wadded up cloth that had been stuffed in his mouth. The leader bent down, tilting his head as he peered into the man’s terrified eyes. “What’s the matter?” the leader sneered, his voice laced with cruelty. “All tied up and nowhere to go, huh?” He reached out, tapping the gag over the man’s mouth with a gloved finger. “Must be frustrating, not being able to beg for mercy. I bet you were always the tough one, weren’t you? Not so tough now.”

“Mmmpph!” The man squirmed in his chair, his hands flexing uselessly in the ropes, his gagged protests reduced to nothing more than weak, muffled sounds. The leader laughed again, standing up straight and moving to another captive.

This time, it was an older man, bound tightly to his chair with thick ropes that crossed over his chest and pinned his arms to his sides. His lips were parted by a thick white cloth that had Ben forced into his mouth and tied off behind his head. The ropes were pulled so taut they bit into his skin, his body immobilized. “You look like you’ve been through the wringer, old man,” the leader mocked, grabbing the gag and tugging on it slightly, just to pull another muffled groan from his victim. “Bet you’ve got a family waiting for you at home, huh? Maybe they’ll get a nice little note from us, letting them know how we’ve kept you entertained.”

“Mmmpphh. Mmpphh!” The older man’s protests were reduced to small muffled whimpers. His eyes flared with anger, but he could do nothing, his attempts to resist futile against the expertly tied ropes.

The leader continued his cruel circuit until he stopped in front of the man I had been kidnapped alongside with— the man I had been connecting with. His eyes were wide, his breaths coming in short, sharp bursts through his gag. His wrists were bound behind him, legs roped tightly together at the ankles, his chest heaving against the ropes that kept him tethered to the chair.

I couldn’t help it—my body tensed, and I let out a muffled cry of protest, my eyes pleading with the leader to leave him alone. “Mmmpph!” The leader glanced at me, his eyes narrowing as a twisted grin spread across his face. “Oh, what’s this?” he said mockingly, stepping toward me. “Looks like someone’s grown attached to their little friend.”

“Mmmpph! Mmm! Mmppphh!” I struggled harder in my chair, my muffled protests growing more frantic as I shook my head, trying to tell him to leave the man alone. But my gag swallowed every word, turning them into incoherent sounds.

The leader turned back to the man, reaching out to stroke a gloved finger along his cheek. “You two seem close,” he mused, taunting me by leaning in close to him. “Maybe I should get to know him better, huh? See how much he can take.”

The man’s eyes flicked to mine, wide with fear, and I thrashed against my bindings, my heart pounding as I screamed into my gag, desperate to stop what was coming. “Mmmpphh!!”

The leader stalked over to another captive, his gloved fingers tracing over the neatly folded bandana that had been tied securely in the man’s mouth with a sickeningly gentle touch. “You all look so good like this,” he said, voice dripping with amusement. “Bound, gagged, and helpless. Just how I like it.”

The man squirmed under his gaze, eyes wide with panic as the leader’s hand lingered on the gag, tied snugly between his lips. “There, nice and tight,” the leader whispered, patting the man’s cheek. The bound man whimpered, his muffled protests barely audible.

With a satisfied smirk, the leader turned to another man, tugging on the thick gag strapped tightly around his mouth, making sure it was secure. “Wouldn’t want anyone making too much noise now, would we?” he said mockingly. The man groaned into his gag, shaking his head as much as the ropes would allow, his gag muffling any hope of protest. “Mmm.. Mmmpph!”

I couldn’t stay quiet any longer. I grunted into my gag, thrashing in my chair, trying desperately to get his attention. My protests came out in frantic, muffled cries, but I couldn’t stop myself. I needed answers—needed to understand what was happening to us. “Mmm! Mmmpph! Mmm! Mmppphh!”

The leader finally turned his attention to me, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Oh, you’ve got something to say, do you?” He approached me slowly, his eyes glinting with amusement as he hooked a finger around the bandana tied tightly in my mouth. With a quick jerk, he pulled it from between my lips , and I gasped for air as it hung loosely around my neck.

“What’s going on?” I panted, my voice hoarse from straining to break my silence. “Why are you doing this? Untie us!”

The leader chuckled darkly, leaning in close. “You think you’re in any position to make demands?” he sneered. “You’ve got no idea what’s coming, do you?”

I stared at him, my heart pounding. “Just let us go!” I demanded, my voice trembling but firm. “You don’t have to do this.”

The leader’s grin widened. “Oh, but I want to,” he said, his voice almost playful. “And you—you’ve been far too noisy.”

He nodded toward one of the other assailants, and before I could react, a strong hand clamped tightly over my mouth, silencing me once more. “Mmmpph! Mmpphh!” I struggled, my muffled pleas swallowed by the palm of the hand pressed firmly over my lips, my breath quickening in panic.

The leader laughed, standing back as he watched me squirm. “That’s better,” he said. “Much quieter now, don’t you think?”

“Mmm.. Mmpphh…” I could only glare at him, my protests muted beneath the firm grip of the man silencing me.

The leader loomed over me, a cruel smile spreading across his face as he leaned in closer. "Oh, I’m going to enjoy this," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You’re going to watch while I toy with your little boyfriend." His eyes darted toward the man tied up next to me, who squirmed in his seat, his bound hands flexing in useless protest behind him.

“Mmmpph!! Mmm!! Mmpphhh!!” I thrashed against the chair, shaking my head, trying to yell, but my voice was stifled beneath the man’s hand clamped over my mouth. My muffled protests were barely audible, but the desperation was clear in my eyes. I tried to twist free, but the grip over my mouth tightened, holding me in place.

The leader just laughed. "Shut him up," he ordered, waving a hand dismissively. The man holding me wasted no time. In a swift movement, he stuffed the gag back into my mouth, forcing the rough fabric between my teeth. I grunted and whimpered as the gag was tied tightly, silencing me once more. “Mmpphh!”

I could do nothing but watch as the leader circled the other man. He moved with deliberate slowness, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight as he traced a finger down the man’s chest, who shuddered at the touch, his chest heaving in panicked breaths. Bound and gagged, the man tried to pull away, but the ropes kept him anchored to the chair.

"You know," the leader mused, walking behind him now, "there’s something so satisfying about seeing a tough guy like you all tied up and helpless." He paused, leaning in close to whisper something into the man's ear, though his words were too low for me to hear. The man’s eyes widened, and he groaned into his gag, the sound desperate and pleading.

I struggled in my chair, my hands clenched behind me, powerless to stop whatever was coming. My heart raced as I watched helplessly, my muffled cries drowned out by the overwhelming silence of the room.

I glanced around, my eyes darting frantically across the dimly lit room. To my left, two more men sat bound and gagged, their chairs pulled close to mine. They were struggling too, their wrists straining against the ropes, but it was clear they had no more luck than I did. Their eyes met mine, wide and filled with a shared helplessness. The tape over their mouths was smoothed down tight, muffling their weak grunts as they fought to communicate their fear.

One of them, a man with dark, disheveled hair, twisted his shoulders as much as his restraints allowed, his chest rising and falling with every breath, but there was no way out. His lips pressed hard against the tape, making his muffled sounds all the more desperate. The other man—his face glistening with sweat in the low light—jerked his head toward me, eyes pleading, as though hoping I might somehow free myself and help. The contour of his lips moved beneath the shiny surface of the strip of duct tape plastered over his mouth.

I struggled harder, the ropes cutting into my wrists, but the knots held firm. My chair scraped against the floor as I twisted, trying to inch away from the group circling the man beside me. Every movement sent a fresh wave of pain shooting through my arms, but I didn’t care. I had to do something.

The men in black circled the other man like predators, their eyes filled with cruel delight. “Mmm… Mmmpph..” He whimpered into his gag, his head shaking back and forth as they closed in on him. My heart pounded, and I pulled harder against the ropes, trying anything to loosen the binds, but they held me fast, locking me in place as the scene unfolded before me.

The other men, still struggling in their own chairs, could only watch, their muffled protests adding to the eerie tension hanging in the room.


To be continued…