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[Boundngagged75]

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

Suddenly, a chorus of laughter erupted from the far side of the room, startling me out of my frantic thoughts. My body froze, still tense in the ropes, as Jack stepped into the circle with a broad smile on his face.

"That's enough! That's enough!" he called out, his voice carrying a lightness that immediately shifted the atmosphere. He struggled to catch his breath through his laughter.

The men in black stopped what they were doing, turning to Jack with smirks on their faces. One by one, they began to remove their balaclavas, revealing faces that, to my astonishment, I recognized. These weren’t strangers or mysterious assailants—they were the men from the retreat. Faces I had seen around the lodge, men I had shared meals with, had casual conversations with.

The tension in the room seemed to break like a snapped thread. Jack clapped his hands and said with a laugh, "Come on, untie them! The show’s over."

I watched as the men came around, untying the ropes from the other captives. The gags were pulled from their mouths, and some of the men rubbed their sore wrists or stretched out their limbs, a few of them chuckling in relief. Some men groan as the others pinched the corners of the tape stretched out over their mouths, slowly peeling it away from their lips. The air filled with nervous laughter, many of the men quickly joining in on the joke, understanding now that this had all been some grand setup.

"The final part of the initiation into the brotherhood," Jack explained with a grin as he came over to where I was still tied, my gag pulled from my mouth and left to hang loosely around my neck. "We wanted to see how far you’d go, how you’d handle a little... pressure." He reached down and carefully pulled the tape from my mouth. "You did good."

I forced a smile, but my heart was still racing in my chest. The laughter and relief from the others didn’t settle the uneasy knot in my stomach. I couldn’t shake the feeling of everything I’d been through over the past two nights—the abduction, the humiliation, the torment. Even knowing now that it was staged, the emotions felt all too real.

Most of the men were now relaxed, grinning at one another, clapping each other on the back. They were relieved. For them, this was all in good fun, a rite of passage, a test they had passed. But I couldn’t shake the rawness of the experience, my breath still shallow as I rubbed my wrists, still aching from the ropes.

Jack looked at me, his smile fading just a touch. "Hey, you alright?"

I nodded, but the truth lingered in the back of my mind—I wasn't sure if I'd ever be alright after this.

Through the laughter and conversation, something at the back of the lodge catches my eye—a flicker of movement. There, sneaking quietly through a dim hallway, was Dr. Le. She moved quickly, slipping past unnoticed by the others who were caught up in the camaraderie and relief of the moment. My heart skipped a beat. What was she doing? Why was she here, and why was she trying so hard not to be seen?

I took a step forward, my mind already racing with questions, but before I could follow her, a familiar voice stopped me.

“Hey,” the man I’d been connecting with stepped in front of me, his eyes full of warmth, concern, and something else I couldn’t quite place. “That was... something, wasn’t it?” His voice carried a nervous laugh, but there was still tension between us, a connection that had only deepened through the madness of the past nights.

“Yeah,” I replied, trying to focus, but my gaze kept drifting back to where Dr. Le had disappeared. “Something.”

He took a step closer, his presence grounding me for a moment. “I mean, being tied up like that... the gags...” His voice trailed off, his expression shifting. “It was intense. But I feel like we—" he hesitated, "—we went through it together, you know?”

I met his eyes, feeling the weight of what we had shared. We had both been pushed to the edge in a way that few would understand. Bound, gagged, humiliated—and yet, here we were, somehow drawn closer.

“I get it,” I said softly. “It was... intense.”

He paused, looking at me carefully. “Do you, uh, want to go somewhere private? Just the two of us?”

I glanced again toward the hallway where Dr. Le had vanished. My instincts told me there was something more going on here—something I needed to understand. I was still rattled by the initiation, but Dr. Le’s behavior left a gnawing suspicion.

“I want to,” I replied, placing a hand on his arm. “But I need to check something out first.”

His brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I just... saw something,” I said, keeping it vague, not wanting to raise any alarms. “I’ll be back, okay? I won’t be long.”

He looked disappointed but nodded, his fingers lingering on my arm for a moment. “Alright. But don’t take too long. I don’t want to lose you in all this craziness.”

I offered him a small smile before slipping away, my thoughts racing as I headed down the hallway in pursuit of Dr. Le. Something wasn’t adding up, and I wasn’t about to let it go without finding out what she was hiding.

The back hallway was dark and eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the lively conversations and laughter echoing from the main lodge. Each step I took felt amplified in the stillness, my senses on high alert. Shadows danced on the walls as I crept forward, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and unease. Something about this felt wrong, and yet I couldn’t turn back. I had to know.

Reaching the examination room door, I hesitated, my hand hovering over the handle. My mind raced with possibilities—had I imagined it? Was this all some elaborate trick? But the memory of Dr. Le slipping through the lodge wouldn’t leave me. Taking a slow, deep breath, I turned the handle and pushed the door open.

Inside, the room was dimly lit, the sterile scent of antiseptic faint in the air. My eyes immediately landed on the figure in the chair—Dr. Le. She was tied up, ropes binding her wrists and ankles to the chair. She whimpered under a shiny band of silver duct tape wrapped tightly around her mouth. The tape conformed to her lips, her gag wrapped so tightly that the contour of her lips underneath. Her eyes widened when she saw me, and she started to thrash against her restraints, muffled sounds of warning coming from behind the tape. “Mmm! Mmmpph! Mmmpph!”

“Dr. Le?” I whispered, stepping closer, my confusion growing. What was happening?

“Mmm.. Mmmpph! Mmm.. Mmpphh!” Her muffled protests became more urgent, her head shaking violently as if trying to tell me something—something important. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. Before I could process what was happening, I felt it—a strong arm snaking around me from behind, pinning my arms to my sides.

A hand clamped down over my mouth, muffling my startled cry. “Mmmpph!”

My body tensed in shock as I struggled, trying to break free, but the grip was too strong. My arms were forced roughly behind my back, and I could feel the pressure of rope being looped around my wrists. Panic surged through me as I realized I’d walked straight into a trap.

“Mmm..Mmpph! Mmpphh!!” Dr. Le's muffled cries grew more frantic as she watched, her eyes filled with desperation. But it was too late. I was bound, and there was no escape.

I writhed against the restraints, my muffled protests joining hers, but the hands holding me only tightened their grip. My heart raced as I realized I was once again caught in something far more sinister than I’d anticipated.

The unmistakable sound of duct tape being stretched off a roll filled the room, sharp and deliberate. My heart raced as I realized what was coming next. I struggled in vain, but it only made my captor grip me tighter. The tape was pressed roughly over my lips, the adhesive sticking firm as it was wrapped tightly around my head, muffling any protests I tried to make.

“Mmmph! Mmppphh!” I tried to call out, my voice barely audible through the layers of tape.

As the tape was smoothed down over my mouth, my assailants finally revealed themselves. Stepping out of the shadows, it was none other than Dr. Coster and the other kidnapper, the same two who had tormented me in the woods the previous night. A twisted grin spread across Dr. Coster’s face as he leaned in close, his gloved fingers brushing my cheek mockingly.

“Well, well,” he said, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Look at you, all bound and gagged again. Seems like you just can’t stay out of trouble, can you?”

“Mmmpph!” I grunted, straining against the ropes binding my wrists, but the tape held my protests securely behind my lips.

The other kidnapper, standing next to him, chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he glanced over at Dr. Le, still bound and gagged in the chair. “You two really thought you could escape this? Look at you now,” he taunted, his voice full of mocking delight. “Helpless.”

“Mmm.. Mmmpph!” Dr. Le squirmed in her chair, her muffled cries barely audible through the duct tape covering her mouth. Her wide eyes pleaded with them, but it only seemed to fuel their twisted enjoyment.

Coster walked over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder and squeezing it as he leaned down. “Don’t worry, doctor,” he sneered. “We’ll be back for you. For now, enjoy the quiet.”

Turning back to me, they each grabbed one of my arms, hauling me to my feet. I struggled to keep my balance as they led me out of the room, leaving Dr. Le behind, still tied to the chair with her muffled cries fading into the background.

I glanced back over my shoulder as we exited, the door closing on the sight of Dr. Le, bound and gagged in the examination room, her fate uncertain. My heart raced as I was dragged through the dim hallway, my mind spinning as I tried to figure out what was coming next, knowing full well I was still at their mercy.


To be continued…

[Boundngagged75]

Chapter 3: Bound and Betrayed; Part 4:

I knew there was no point in resisting. My wrists were tightly bound behind my back, the duct tape wrapped around my mouth sealing in any protest, and my captors’ grip was ironclad. Dr. Coster and his accomplice led me outside, across the lodge’s quiet, moonlit lawn, and into the woods. The trees loomed overhead, their branches swaying in the faint breeze, but it was the sight of the rope they carried that sent a chill down my spine.

They stopped by two nearby trees, their forms silhouetted against the dark sky. I was shoved roughly to the ground, landing with a grunt, my body twisting uselessly as I struggled to regain my footing. From my place in the dirt, I could only watch as they began hanging long lengths of rope from the branches, letting them dangle ominously in the air.

I squirmed, my muscles burning as I tried to free myself, but my movements were futile, the ropes biting into my skin as I writhed in place. My muffled grunts barely escaped through the tape, but I knew they could hear me.

“Look at him, still trying to get away,” the kidnapper laughed, his voice dripping with mockery. “It’s adorable, really.”

Dr. Coster walked over, his steps slow and deliberate. He crouched down in front of me, his face hovering just inches from mine, eyes glinting with cold amusement. “You really should know by now,” he said, his voice low and taunting, “there’s no escape for you.”

“Mmmph!” I groaned into the gag, twisting away from him, but his hand shot out and grabbed me by the chin, holding me still as he chuckled.

“You’re going to hang here for a while,” he continued, his grip tightening as he forced me to look up at the ropes swaying in the breeze. “And we’re going to have a little fun.”

The other kidnapper finished securing the ropes, tugging on them to make sure they were tight. He turned to me, smirking. “You’re going to look good up there, all strung up like the others. Bound, gagged, helpless.”

I squirmed harder, my heart pounding in my chest, but their taunts only fueled my helplessness. I knew it was pointless, but the instinct to fight back still gnawed at me.

They yanked me up from the ground, and as soon as I was on my feet, they quickly untied my hands, the relief of freedom lasting only a second before the next wave of dread hit me. Before I could make a move, they grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it aside with little care. My bare chest was exposed to the cool night air, and without hesitation, they reached for the waistband of my pants, roughly unbuttoning them and yanking them down, followed by my underwear. I stood there naked, vulnerable, my breath quickening.

“Mmmpph!” My protests were muffled by the duct tape, my body instinctively tensing up as I was stripped, but their cold efficiency left me no room to resist.

“Spread him out nice and wide,” one of them muttered, a sinister grin in his voice.

They took the ropes dangling from each tree and looped one around my wrist. I felt the rough fiber bite into my skin as they pulled my arm outward, forcing it to stretch toward one tree. The other rope quickly followed, securing my other wrist to the opposite tree. My arms were pulled tight, leaving me standing there, exposed, with no way to move them.

I twisted my wrists against the restraints, but the ropes were firm, binding me tightly as they completed their work. The kidnapper dropped to his knees, and I felt a shudder run through me as he took more rope, this time winding it around one of my ankles, tethering it to the base of the nearest tree. He moved to the other side, tying my other ankle to the opposite tree trunk.

Now I was standing there, completely immobilized. My arms were spread wide, wrists lashed to the branches overhead, while my legs were forced apart, bound tightly to the trees beside me. The sensation of being spread out, helpless, sent a surge of panic through me as I stood there in the cold, completely exposed under their watchful gaze. To make matters worse, I was naked, the cool breeze blowing against my exposed cock.

One of them stepped back, admiring their handiwork. “Look at him now,” he said, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. “All tied up, just how we like him.”

Dr. Coster walked over, standing in front of me, his eyes scanning my body with satisfaction. “Helpless, aren’t you?” he taunted, his voice low and teasing. “All spread out and vulnerable… and we haven’t even started yet.”

Dr. Coster moved closer, his breath hot against my skin as he crouched slightly, his hand sliding slowly between my thighs. The touch was unexpected, firm and deliberate. I gasped into my gag, my body tensing against the ropes that held me spread wide. His fingers traced over the sensitive skin, teasing, exploring with a kind of cruel amusement.

“You feel that?” he whispered, his voice low and mocking. “All tied up, exposed… There’s nowhere for you to go. No way to stop me.”

His fingers pressed more firmly, deliberately brushing against me, coaxing a reaction from my body despite the panic thrumming in my chest. He smiled, clearly pleased with himself, his other hand gripping my thigh as he continued to toy with me.

“You like that, don’t you?” he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery as his hand enclosed around my cock. “It’s okay, you don’t have to admit it. I can feel your body responding… helpless, just the way we like it.”

“Mmmpphh…” I moaned into the gag, the sound muffled and desperate, my body betraying me despite the humiliation and fear. My wrists twisted against the ropes, but there was no escape, no way to avoid his touch.

The other kidnapper, who had been standing nearby watching with a twisted grin, approached. He crouched beside Dr. Coster, his hand joining the first between my legs as he began massaging my balls. His touch was rougher, more insistent, as if competing for my reaction.

“Look at you,” he sneered, his voice thick with derision. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You act like you don’t want it, but your body’s giving you away.” He laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that echoed in the quiet of the woods.

His hand brushed over me, teasing, pressing, adding to the torment. My body shuddered involuntarily, trapped between their hands, each touch more humiliating than the last. Dr. Coster continued to stroke my hard cock, his hand sliding vigorously up and down the shaft.

“Spread wide, naked, completely at our mercy,” he continued, his voice laced with taunting satisfaction. “You can struggle all you want, but it’s not going to stop us from having our fun. Isn’t that right?”

“Mmmpphh!” I moaned again, my body trembling with a mix of fear, anger, and helpless arousal. They were relentless, their teasing touches drawing reactions from me that I couldn’t suppress. My muffled protests only seemed to amuse them further.

“Let’s see just how much you can take,” Dr. Coster whispered, his voice dark and full of promise. “Because we’re just getting started.”

Suddenly, a beam of light pierced the darkness, a flashlight cutting through the trees. My heart leaped as I heard a familiar voice, stern and commanding.

“What’s going on here?” Jack’s voice rang out through the woods.


To be continued…

[gag1195]

Twist upon twist! How much of the Dr. Coster stuff is real? Is Jack in on this, or is he about to join as a fellow captive?

[Boundngagged75]

Twist upon twist! How much of the Dr. Coster stuff is real? Is Jack in on this, or is he about to join as a fellow captive?

@gag1195 we are about to find out! Thanks for continuing to read! A few more twists are right around the corner

[MaxRoper]

A standing spread-eagle is one of the most vulnerable positions, and now that he's naked, our hero's enjoyment of his predicament is obvious. The combination of fear and arousal is hard to beat.

[Boundngagged75]

A standing spread-eagle is one of the most vulnerable positions, and now that he's naked, our hero's enjoyment of his predicament is obvious. The combination of fear and arousal is hard to beat.

@MaxRoper oh it’s definitely fun! Especially naked Seems like our hero just can’t keep himself away from these little kidnappings. Stay tuned to see what happens next

[Boundngagged75]

Chapter 3: Bound and Betrayed; Part 5:

Relief washed over me, a wave of hope crashing against the helplessness I had been drowning in. For a moment, it seemed like this nightmare was finally over, like the two men tormenting me would be caught. My muscles relaxed just slightly, my body sagging against the ropes, though I was still trembling from the ordeal.

Dr. Coster and the other kidnapper froze, their hands still on me. I could feel the tension in the air as they exchanged quick glances, but then, to my utter confusion, they both broke into laughter.

Jack stepped closer, the flashlight illuminating the scene fully. But instead of outrage or concern, there was a strange look on his face—something more amused, as if he had been in on this from the start. And then I saw him.

From behind Jack, they brought the man I’d connected with. His hands were tied behind his back, and his mouth was gagged by several layers duct tape wound tightly around his head, silencing him completely. His eyes were wide with fear, the same helplessness I had felt moments ago reflecting back at me. The tape had been pulled so tightly over his mouth that his lip prints visibly contorted underneath.

My heart sank. What was happening? I had thought Jack was here to rescue me, to end this nightmare. But as I stared at him in disbelief, the pieces began to fall into place, and the truth settled like a heavy stone in my chest.

“Well, well,” Jack said, his tone light and almost playful, “looks like we caught you in the middle of something.” He chuckled, flashing a grin as if this were all part of some elaborate game.

The other two men let out another laugh, their hands lingering on my body as they straightened up, unbothered by the interruption. Jack wasn’t here to save me. He was part of this, all of it.

“Mmmppph..” I moaned weakly into my gag, a mix of anger and confusion bubbling inside me. The relief I had felt moments before now turned into a deeper pit of dread.

I tugged against the ropes that stretched my arms wide, tethering me to the trees. My wrists burned as the ropes held me fast, my body exposed, spread out, and vulnerable. Every muscle in my body strained to break free, but it was no use. The ropes didn’t give an inch. I felt utterly trapped as I struggled, my chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Mmmpph! Mmm.. Mmpphh!” Across from me, the man I had connected with tried desperately to communicate. His eyes were filled with concern, and I could hear him trying to talk through the gag, but it was all muffled, reduced to soft, incoherent sounds. The duct tape wrapped around his mouth muted his words, his desperate pleas or reassurances swallowed by the oppressive silence of the woods.

Dr. Coster stepped forward, a smirk playing on his lips as he casually brushed his hands together, as if this was nothing more than routine.

“Well, I suppose there’s no point in keeping it a secret any longer,” he said, his voice calm and almost friendly, like he was explaining something mundane. He glanced over at Jack, who stood nearby with a smug expression. “See, Jack here helped us out. Led a few vulnerable men out into the woods, separated from the others, so we could… have our fun.”

My stomach churned as his words sank in, and I yanked harder against the ropes, frustration bubbling beneath my skin. It was all planned. Jack had been part of this from the start, luring us out for their sick games.

Dr. Coster’s eyes flicked back to me, his gaze lingering on my body. “But you…” His voice softened, and something darker crept into his tone. “You’re special. One time wasn’t enough. We couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

The other kidnapper nodded in agreement, his eyes raking over me as well. “We’re… I guess you could say… infatuated,” he said with a grin that made my skin crawl. “Had to have you again.”

“Mmmpph!” I shook my head, grunting through the gag as a mixture of disgust and fear overwhelmed me. The other man let out another muffled protest, struggling in his bindings as well, trying to reach me in whatever small way he could, but the ropes kept him in place.

Dr. Coster smiled at my futile efforts, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched me fight against the restraints. “Don’t bother,” he said softly, almost as if he enjoyed watching me resist. “You’re exactly where we want you.”

The other kidnapper turned to Jack with a casual nod. “Bring him over,” he ordered, his voice dripping with authority. Jack, still wearing that unsettling smirk, moved quickly, grabbing the other man and dragging him forward.

With a quick flick of his wrist, Jack pulled out a knife, its blade gleaming in the faint light of the flashlight. The other man tensed, his eyes widening as Jack approached him, but the ropes binding him left him powerless. Jack swiftly sliced through the restraints around his wrists, freeing him. The man staggered forward, but before he could react or even think of resisting, Dr. Coster and the other kidnapper were on him.

Without hesitation, they began stripping him, roughly pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. His bare chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath, but the assault didn’t stop. The kidnapper yanked down his pants, leaving him naked and vulnerable, just like I was.

I watched helplessly, my own body still bound and spread out, ropes biting into my skin as I struggled in vain. My breath came in sharp gasps, but the gag muffled any sound I tried to make. The other man, now stripped of his clothes, was just as powerless, his body trembling as the two men manhandled him.

Dr. Coster and the kidnapper moved quickly, their hands practiced as they hung two more ropes from the nearby trees. I watched, heart pounding in my chest, as they looped the ropes around the man’s wrists, pulling his arms wide apart. Just like me, he was stretched out between two trees, his naked body and cock exposed to the cold night air.

The ropes tightened, spreading him out, his muscles tensing against the strain. He struggled briefly, but it was no use. The ropes held him fast, rendering him immobile. I could hear his breath, shallow and ragged, as he hung there, just inches away from me, both of us helpless and bound in the dark woods.

Dr. Coster stepped back, admiring his work. “Perfect,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He exchanged a glance with the other kidnapper, a shared, unspoken understanding passing between them. They had us exactly where they wanted us—vulnerable, bound, and completely under their control.

Dr. Coster stood back, looking over both of us with a twisted grin, savoring the sight of our helplessness. “Look at you two,” he taunted, stepping closer to the other man. “So vulnerable. So weak. All bound and gagged like the playthings you are.”

The other man tugged against the ropes, his muffled protests escaping through the layers of duct tape wrapped tightly around his mouth, but Dr. Coster only chuckled. He approached him slowly, his eyes roving over the man’s naked form. “What’s the matter?” he cooed mockingly. “Not so brave now, are you?” His gloved hand moved to the man’s chest, fingers tracing downwards, lingering as he toyed with him. “You’re just a body now… something to be toyed with.”

The man flinched under his touch, straining against the ropes, but Dr. Coster merely grinned, his hands wandering freely. “Mmm… nothing you can do about it either. Just like your little friend over there.”

Meanwhile, the other kidnapper turned his attention to me, stepping closer until I could feel his breath on my skin. “You should’ve seen yourself,” he sneered, his hands moving to my chest, teasingly stroking. His fingers toyed with my nipples, pinching and teasing them with a calculated precision that made me squirm in discomfort. “All that struggling, all that defiance… but look at you now. Naked, bound, gagged.” His fingers traced over my collarbone, down my torso, sending a chill through my body as he gripped my waist, his words dripping with cruel amusement. “And now… you’re just like him.”

“Mmmpphh!” I moaned into my gag, trying to protest, but the tape muffled any coherent sound. His touch wandered lower, caressing between my thighs, making me flinch as I tried to twist away. The ropes dug into my skin as I struggled, but there was no escape, no relief. He leaned in closer, whispering in my ear as he began to rub my cock, “You thought you could get away from us? Think again. You both belong to us now.”

Dr. Coster’s hands continued to explore the other man’s body, his voice soft but mocking. “You can try all you want, but these ropes? They aren’t going anywhere. You’re ours for as long as we want.” He glanced over at the kidnapper. “Isn’t that right?”

“Absolutely,” the kidnapper replied, his voice smooth and dark as he ran his hand underneath me, massaging my balls as he slid it up between my thighs. “And there’s nothing you can do about it, sweetheart.” He paused for a moment, his eyes locking onto mine, a smirk forming on his lips. “Just relax… it’s not like anyone’s coming to save you.”

The kidnapper’s hand slowly wandered lower, his fingers brushing teasingly between my thighs. His fingers slipped 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. My body tensed involuntarily as I tried to pull away, but the ropes held me firmly in place. He grinned, watching my futile struggle with a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice low and seductive. “Don’t bother denying it. Your body always tells the truth.” His fingers pressed more firmly, rubbing me in slow, deliberate circles, each touch sending unwanted shivers up my spine.

“Mmm! Mmmpph! Mmmpphh!” I moaned aloud, pressing my lips together underneath the gag, my muffled protests dissolving into soft, helpless sounds. My cheeks flushed with heat as I felt my body responding, despite the violation. The kidnapper chuckled, clearly pleased with the effect he was having on me. “See? I knew you’d come around. You were made for this.”

Across from me, Dr. Coster had moved closer to the other man, his gloved hands roaming freely over his body. “You can fight it all you want,” Dr. Coster whispered, his lips close to the man’s ear, “but in the end, your body betrays you.” His hand slipped between the other man’s legs, mimicking the kidnapper’s actions, wrapping around his cock and stroking him slowly. The other man groaned into his gag, his body trembling as he struggled against the ropes.

Dr. Coster’s voice was smooth and taunting. “Look at you… getting all worked up. You didn’t think we’d leave you untouched, did you?” His fingers traced the length of the other man, his touch firm and steady as his hand disappeared underneath the man between his thighs. “You can feel it, can’t you? That heat building inside you. There’s no escape from this.”

“Mmmpph! Mmmpphh!” The other man’s moans grew louder, though muffled by the tape gag that sealed his mouth. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to resist, but his arousal was clear. Dr. Coster smirked, his fingers continuing their torment. “That’s it. Let it out. I know you want to.”

I could feel my own pulse quickening as the kidnapper’s hand kept rubbing me, his touch becoming more insistent. “You’re so hard, aren’t you?” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. My cock was, in fact, protruding. “You can’t help it. No matter how much you want to pretend otherwise.” His fingers tightened around it, stroking rhythmically. “You were always meant to be here, right like this, bound and helpless, completely at our mercy.”

“Mmm.. Mmmpph!” I groaned again, the sound desperate and strained behind the gag. My body betrayed me, reacting to his touch despite my mind screaming for it to stop. The heat between my thighs grew unbearable, and I could feel the kidnapper’s satisfaction as he watched me succumb.

“We own you now,” the kidnapper whispered darkly, his hand never faltering. “And soon, you’ll beg for more.”

The ropes suspended us in the air, arms spread wide, our wrists bound to tree limbs on either side, leaving our bodies exposed and vulnerable. The cool night air brushed against our skin, amplifying the discomfort of being hung naked, our muscles straining with every movement. We both shifted, trying to ease the pressure on our arms, but the ropes held firm, offering no relief.

Muffled groans slipped past the gags wrapped around our mouths, my lips pressing futilely against the sticky adhesive. I glanced at the other man, his eyes filled with the same helpless frustration, his own protests stifled behind the gag that sealed his mouth. The ropes pulled his body taut, his chest heaving as he struggled against the restraints, but like me, he was completely at their mercy.

Dr. Coster stepped closer, his predatory gaze locked on me as he circled slowly, eyes gleaming in the dim light. He smiled, amused by my attempts to pull away. “Look at you, all strung up like a prize,” he taunted, his voice a low, mocking drawl. “Helpless, exposed, with nowhere to hide.” His gloved fingers reached out, brushing against my chest as I twisted away, my muffled protest nothing more than a desperate moan.

“Shh, no need to fight it,” Dr. Coster whispered, his hand sliding down my body with deliberate slowness. “You’re exactly where you belong—naked, bound, and gagged, just the way we like you.” He chuckled darkly, his fingers tracing the lines of my muscles as I strained in the ropes, each touch a reminder of how powerless I was.

On the other side, the kidnapper approached the other man, his grin just as menacing. “Trying to fight, huh?” he teased, grabbing the man’s chin and forcing him to look up. “What’s the matter? You’re bound and gagged, just like your friend here. Might as well accept it.” His hand wandered down the other man’s chest, over his stomach, lingering just below his navel as the man groaned into his gag.

“You can protest all you want,” the kidnapper continued, his fingers trailing lower as the other man’s body stiffened in response. “But we know the truth. You’re loving this—being tied up, gagged, totally at our mercy.” His words dripped with mockery as he laughed, watching the man’s futile struggle. “You’re just as trapped as he is.”

Dr. Coster turned his attention back to me, his eyes flashing with cruel delight. “Don’t worry,” he said, his hand sliding down between my thighs again, sending a wave of heat through my body. “We’re going to make sure you enjoy every minute of this.” He leaned in closer, his voice a sinister whisper as his hand wrapped around my hard cock. “You might even beg for more by the time we’re done.”

I tugged uselessly at the ropes, my body arching as I tried to escape his touch, but the bindings held me tight. The gag muffled my protests, turning my voice into little more than a whimper, and I could see the other man’s eyes filled with the same terror and frustration as he endured the same torment from his captor.

“Look at them,” Dr. Coster said, glancing between us. “So beautifully trapped, so vulnerable. This is exactly where you both belong—bound, gagged, and completely under our control.” His words hung in the air as he moved even closer, his touch relentless, the sensation overwhelming as we struggled in the ropes, helpless to stop them.

I quivered at his touch as he wrapped his rubber gloved hand around my cock and slowly started sliding it up and down the shaft. His hand cupped underneath me, slowly massaging my balls. He alternated between rubbing me and stroking me. His hand enclosed back around my cock as his slow rub accelerated into a fast jerking motion. His latex gloved hand slid up and down my cock with ease as I closed my eyes tightly, my cock throbbing. As I opened my eyes, I couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes seemed to dance with amusement, his smile both alarming and unnerving.

As I strained against the ropes, muffled protests spilled out from behind my gag, a desperate attempt to make Dr. Coster stop. My body twisted, trying to pull away, but I was completely immobilized. Seeing my futile resistance, Dr. Coster’s lips curled into a smirk.

“Shh,” he whispered as he brought one hand up, pressing it firmly over my gagged mouth, muffling me further. The pressure of his palm against my lips made my protests nothing more than weak, unintelligible moans. His other hand wandered down my chest, lingering, before sliding between my thighs again, fingers brushing sensitive skin.

“You’re such a fighter, aren’t you?” he mocked softly, his hand exploring me with deliberate slowness. “I love that. But it doesn’t matter how much you struggle. You’re mine to play with now.”

I thrashed, the ropes cutting into my wrists as I tried to shake free, but his hand held me in place, firmly clamped over my mouth, making sure my muffled protests were completely drowned out.

“Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you?” he murmured, his voice thick with sadistic pleasure. “I’m going to keep you right here, tied up and helpless, until you’re begging for me to stop. Or maybe…” he trailed off, his hand teasing me further between my thighs before wrapping around my cock, “…you’ll be begging for more.”

I groaned into his hand, my body betraying me as I fought the sensations overwhelming me. His fingers continued their relentless teasing, brushing against me with maddening precision, sending shivers up my spine.

“You’re going to enjoy every second of this,” Dr. Coster whispered into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “I’m going to make sure of it.”

On the other side, the other kidnapper’s hands roamed freely over the other man’s body, his fingers rubbing between the man’s thighs, occasionally grasping his hard cock and eliciting muffled moans from behind the gag. The other man’s head fell back as he struggled, his body writhing under the kidnapper’s touch, but there was no escaping it.

“See? He’s enjoying it too,” Dr. Coster murmured, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction as he watched us both struggle, his hand slowly moving up and down the shaft of my cock. “You two were made for this—bound, gagged, and completely at our mercy.” He clamped his hand harder over my mouth, silencing another attempt to protest as his hands continued their merciless exploration. “Just give in. We’re not stopping anytime soon.”

“Mmmpph!” The other man’s muffled protests grew louder as he saw Dr. Coster lean in, pressing his lips against my neck. I felt the heat of Coster’s breath, his mouth trailing kisses down my skin, slow and deliberate. He kissed down my collarbone, to my chest, placing his lips firmly against my nipple. My body tensed, but the ropes held me tight, leaving me powerless to stop him. My protests, barely audible beneath my gag, were drowned out by the other man’s desperate sounds.

The other kidnapper stood by the other man, laughing at his muffled protests. He leaned closer, his voice low and taunting. “Oh, what’s this?” he sneered, running his hands possessively down the man’s chest. “You jealous? Do you want to join in?”

“Mmm.. Mmmpph!” The other man shook his head violently, his muffled moans turning into more frantic, garbled noises, his eyes wide with desperation. He pulled at the ropes that kept him bound, his body tense as if he was trying to break free, but like me, he was trapped.

The kidnapper chuckled darkly, pressing his hand against the man’s chest, forcing him still. “You know, all you have to do is ask,” he teased, rubbing his hand between the man’s thighs again, sending a fresh wave of muffled protests through his gag. “We could make this a lot more fun for you.”

As Dr. Coster continued kissing along my neck, I felt his smirk against my skin. “Don’t worry, we’ll get to him,” Coster murmured, his voice thick with amusement. “But right now, you’re mine.” He pressed his lips harder against my skin, making me shudder beneath him as I moaned into my gag, helpless to stop it.

The other kidnapper grinned at the man’s continued protests, his voice dripping with mockery. “Oh, come on,” he cooed, his fingers teasing him even more. “Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this. You’re bound and gagged, just like your little friend over there, and we’re not letting either of you go.” He leaned in close to the man’s ear. “So, you might as well get used to it.”

The kidnapper smirked as he pulled out a knife, the blade glinting in the dim light. With a few quick motions, he cut through the ropes binding the other man’s wrists to the tree, leaving him momentarily free. The man sagged forward, his body trembling from the strain of hanging in the ropes for so long, but there was no relief. The kidnapper wasted no time, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him over to where I was still tied.

“Time to get a little closer,” the kidnapper said with a sinister grin.


To be continued…

[Boundngagged75]

Chapter 3: Bound and Betrayed; Part 6:

Dr. Coster stepped forward, taking the man from the kidnapper’s grip, and together, they maneuvered him until he was pressed up against me, naked, chest to chest. Our skin was slick with sweat, and I could feel his rapid, panicked breathing against my own. His muffled moans of protest filled the air as they forced his arms around my body, crossing them behind my back.

The kidnapper pulled out a length of rope and expertly wound it around the man’s wrists, binding his hands tightly in the small of my back, leaving no space between us. The feeling of his body, warm and trembling, pressed against mine was overwhelming. I tugged at my own bonds in a desperate attempt to free myself, but the ropes held firm. His body moved against mine with every breath he took, his muffled moans vibrating through me. Our cocks did battle as we struggled against each other.

Dr. Coster stepped back, admiring their handiwork. “Now this,” he said with a dark chuckle, “is what I call teamwork.” He ran his hand down the length of the other man’s back, before giving him a shove, forcing him even closer to me. “Look at you two. Perfectly helpless, bound together, just the way we like you.”

My eyes widened with fear, my pleas reduced to a muffled whimper as I watched the other kidnapper pull out a small length of rope, allowing the loose end to drop toward the ground. “Hold still,” he commanded as he looped one of the ends of the rope around my cock and underneath my balls, pulling it snugly.

“Mmmpph!” I winced as he gave the rope a small tug before looping the loose end around the other man’s cock, tethering us together. With our cocks bound together, my fellow captive’s eyes sunk to the ground as he was mortifyingly embarrassed— the ultimate humiliation. I felt deflated by the degrading treatment we were subjected to. He moaned aloud into his gag, humiliated and defeated. What more could they do to us?

The kidnapper stepped around us, ensuring the ropes were secure. “How does it feel?” he sneered, tightening the bindings on the man’s wrists. “To be this close, completely tied up with no way out? I bet you’re wishing for a different kind of reunion, huh?” He laughed, enjoying our helplessness as we squirmed, the ropes binding us tighter with every movement, our hard cocks pushing into one another, entwined in the rope.

Pressed together, our sweat-slicked bodies struggled against the unyielding ropes that bound us. I could feel every twitch of his muscles, every labored breath, as we moved in unison, though neither of us could escape. His chest rose and fell against mine, our skin sticking together, the heat between us palpable. I leaned in, brushing my taped mouth against his gagged lips in a small act of defiance, though it was more a desperate attempt at connection in this suffocating situation.

“Mmm.. Mmmpph.. Mmm.. Mmppphh..” Our muffled moans filled the air as we tried to speak through the gags, but it was futile. The sound was swallowed by the duct tape gags, only emerging as strained, breathy sounds. We both shuddered, trying to twist and turn, but the ropes held us tight, forcing us to grind against each other with each movement. My breath hitched as his body shifted against mine, the friction intensifying our struggle. I grew hard as my cock rubbed against his.

Dr. Coster’s hand slid up my back, his fingers trailing down my spine before settling on my waist. “That’s it,” he whispered, his voice smooth and taunting. “Get closer, boys. You two look so good struggling like that. You can’t escape each other now, can you?”

The other kidnapper joined in, his hands wandering over the other man’s body, before grabbing both of us and pushing us even tighter together. “Yeah, moan for us,” he said with a sick grin. “We love hearing those gagged little sounds. Makes it even sexier, doesn’t it? You’re both helpless, and there’s nothing you can do but squirm and enjoy it.”

Their hands roamed freely, sliding over our slick skin, holding us close and forcing our chests to rub together with every motion. My mind raced, torn between revulsion and an odd, growing heat. We were powerless, bound, gagged, and yet they reveled in it, encouraging us to give in to the sensations they were creating.

“Come on, don’t be shy,” Dr. Coster murmured in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. “Moan into that gag. Let’s hear you both. You know it turns us on.”

“Mmmph! Mmmpph!” As our bodies continued to struggle, we had no choice but to comply, the sounds of our muffled groans mixing with the soft laughter of our captors. We were bound to each other, trapped in their twisted game, and every move only served to tighten the grip of the ropes and the control they held over us. “Mmm.. Mmpph! Mmm.. Mmpphh!!”

As I pressed my taped lips against his again, letting them linger there—a desperate attempt to communicate, to feel some semblance of control, a sudden beam of light cut through the darkness. It swept over us, blinding me momentarily. I froze, squinting against the glare, my heart pounding. I could barely make out the shape of a figure behind the flashlight when a voice rang out.

"Police! Nobody move!"

The voice was familiar, authoritative, and filled with determination. The kidnappers froze in place, their hands lingering on our bodies as the weight of the situation shifted dramatically. My vision cleared, and standing there, gun drawn, was Dr. Christine Le.

Except, she wasn’t just a doctor. My mind reeled. How had I missed it? Dr. Le wasn’t a physician at all—she was an undercover police officer. The calmness in her demeanor, the way she had subtly questioned me earlier—it all made sense now. I had been too distracted, too overwhelmed by everything else, to notice the signs.

"Step away from them," she ordered, her voice cold and unyielding as she trained the gun on Dr. Coster and the other kidnapper. "Now. Remove their gags."

The kidnappers hesitated, their eyes flicking between her and us. My breath came in shallow gasps, still muffled by the tape. I could feel the other man’s body trembling against mine, the tension in the air unbearable. For a moment, I thought they might resist, but then Dr. Coster’s hands slowly raised in surrender.

"Do it," Dr. Le demanded, her gun never wavering.

With a grunt, the kidnappers moved behind us, their rough hands pinching the corner of the tape plastered over our mouths. The sticky adhesive stung as the began to pull it away, unwinding it from around our heads. I felt the tight pressure of the tape finally release from my lips, my mouth dry and sore from being sealed shut for so long. The air rushed in, cool against my parched throat.

As Dr. Coster and the other kidnapper slowly backed away, their eyes darting toward the woods, a sudden blur of motion caught my attention. Jack, who had been watching the scene unfold from the shadows, lunged at Dr. Le with surprising speed.

"Look out!" I tried to shout, but my voice was still hoarse from being gagged, barely a rasp.

Dr. Le turned just in time, her gun arm twisting to block Jack’s outstretched hands, but the force of his attack knocked them both off balance. They tumbled to the ground, the gun clattering across the dirt. In the chaos, Dr. Coster and the other kidnapper seized their opportunity, darting into the dark woods, their footsteps fading quickly into the night.

I struggled in my ropes, helpless as I watched the fight unfold.

Jack was strong, his movements fueled by desperation as he tried to pin Dr. Le to the ground. He gripped her wrists, attempting to overpower her, but she was quick, rolling to the side and slamming her elbow into his ribs. He grunted in pain, loosening his grip just enough for her to break free.

She scrambled to her feet, and Jack lunged again, his fists swinging wildly. Dr. Le dodged, her movements precise, each one calculated. She sidestepped his attack and landed a swift kick to the back of his knee, causing him to stagger. Before he could recover, she twisted his arm behind his back in one fluid motion, forcing him to the ground.

"Enough!" she growled, her breath coming in sharp bursts as she pinned him down, pulling a set of handcuffs from her belt. Jack thrashed beneath her, but it was futile. With a practiced efficiency, she snapped the cuffs around his wrists, securing him.

"You… don’t understand…" Jack panted, his face pressed against the dirt. "This isn't what it looks like…"

"Save it for later," Dr. Le snapped, standing over him, her gun retrieved and aimed at his head. "You’re not going anywhere."

My heart was still racing, adrenaline coursing through me as I hung there, tied to the tree, watching in disbelief. Jack, the man I thought I could trust, was now restrained and lying on the ground in defeat.

Dr. Le glanced back at me, her face tight with concentration. "I'll get you out of this, I promise."

As Dr. Le approached, her expression softened, her hands moving quickly to untie the ropes that bound us. "I’m sorry it took so long," she said, her voice firm but filled with relief as she carefully pulled loose the rope wrapped around our cocks. "But I had to make sure I had them all."

With swift precision, she undid the knots around my wrists, the pressure of the ropes easing away as she freed me. The other man, still trembling from the ordeal, was next, his hands released from where they had been bound against mine.

"My name’s not Christine Le," she said, glancing between us as she worked. "It’s Detective Hannah Zhao. I’ve been undercover for months, trying to get close enough to bring these guys down." She pulled the ropes from around my ankles, her voice steady despite the intensity of what she was revealing.

"They’ve been targeting all-male retreats across the country," Zhao continued, moving to free the other man's legs. "It's a sick operation. They lure vulnerable men into secluded locations like this, torment them, then vanish before the authorities can catch them. They’ve always been one step ahead."

I felt a chill run down my spine as I rubbed my wrists, still sore from the ropes. "But why us?" I managed to ask, my voice cracking.

Zhao sighed, finally straightening up once we were both free. "You were just another group they thought they could exploit. But this time, we were ready for them. I’ve been tracking Dr. Coster and his partners for a while. Tonight, we nearly had them, but they slipped away again."

Her eyes darkened with frustration as she looked towards the woods, where the two kidnappers had disappeared. "They’re good at what they do, which is why they’ve managed to elude arrest for so long. But now we have Jack, and with him, we can get to the others."

I exchanged a look with the man I had connected with, our shared trauma still fresh between us. Though we were free, the shock of what had just unfolded—and the revelation about the true danger we had been in—left a heavy weight in the air.

"You’re safe now," Zhao assured us, her voice softer, though her determination was palpable. "This ends tonight."

As Detective Zhao finished untying the last of the ropes around my ankles, I took a shaky breath. "We’re lucky you showed up when you did," I said, still processing everything that had just happened. My voice trembled slightly, but the relief was undeniable.

Zhao nodded, her brow furrowed. "Honestly, I was lucky you came across me earlier. My cover must’ve been blown, and that’s how they got the jump on me. Luckily you found me tied up and gagged. But I’m still trying to figure out how they figured it out."

I thought back to the moment when I’d found her, bound and gagged in that examination room. "So that’s why I found you like that…"

She sighed, brushing some hair out of her face as she stood up, dusting off her clothes. "Yeah. I should have been more careful. They must have gotten suspicious… tied me up and put a gag on my mouth. But when you found me, I knew I had to act fast."

I felt the man beside me, finally free from the ropes as well, shifting closer. His presence was grounding, a reminder that we had made it through. As soon as we were both fully untied, I turned towards him, and without hesitation, we embraced. Our bodies still trembled from the shock of it all, but the contact brought comfort. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, fast but steady.

Detective Zhao glanced at us, her eyes softening just slightly. "You two went through hell," she said, her tone gentle but resolute. "But it’s over now. You’re safe."

We stayed in the embrace for a moment longer, savoring the relief, even as the weight of everything that had happened lingered between us.

The next day, the lodge was buzzing with activity as all of the men from the retreat packed up their belongings, preparing to leave. Suitcases were loaded into cars, and conversations hummed with a mixture of relief and disbelief about the events that had unfolded. The weight of what we had been through still lingered, though there was an unspoken desire among most to move on.

I spotted Detective Zhao—no, Detective Zhao I corrected myself, remembering her true identity—near the parking lot. I walked over to her, catching her just before she was about to leave. "Thank you again," I said, my tone sincere. "For everything. You probably saved our lives."

She gave me a small, knowing smile. "Just doing my job. I’m glad I was able to get there in time."

I hesitated for a moment, my thoughts still uneasy. "Do you think we’ve seen the last of them? Of Dr. Coster and the others?"

Her smile faded slightly, replaced by a more serious expression. "I hope so, but we can’t be sure. They’ve slipped through our fingers before, but we’re keeping a close watch. Don’t worry, if they show up again, we’ll be ready." She gave me one last nod before walking to her car. As I watched her drive away, the uncertainty still gnawed at me, but there was also comfort in knowing someone like her was on the case.

As I turned back to the lodge, I saw him—the man I had connected with so deeply during our ordeal. He stood by his car, looking as though he was waiting for me. I walked over, feeling the pull between us, the shared experience still palpable.

"So... we made it," I said, trying to keep the conversation light, but there was a weight behind my words.

He chuckled softly, his eyes meeting mine with a certain intensity. "We did." He paused for a moment, the air between us charged with unspoken things. "I’ve been thinking about what happened between us," he continued, his voice low. "Being bound and gagged like that... it was intense. But... it also brought something out in me."

I raised an eyebrow, curious but also a little cautious. "Oh?"

He stepped closer, lowering his voice as he leaned in slightly. "If you’d like to be bound and gagged again... for a different reason this time, you should give me a call." His smile was suggestive, his eyes holding mine in a way that made my heart race.

I swallowed, feeling a rush of warmth spread through me at the suggestion. "I’ll... keep that in mind," I said, my own smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

With that, we parted ways. I watched him drive off, the offer lingering in the air between us like a secret, unspoken promise. As I walked back to finish packing my things, I couldn’t help but wonder what the future held—and whether I’d take him up on that offer someday.


The End?

[MaxRoper]

You managed to wrap that up rather well, albeit after one more adventure for our twosome. I expect there will be lots more rope in their future, although prehaps less frighteningly.

This is a hot tale, well told and edited. Not an easy task. Thanks for all the time and work you put into it.

[Boundngagged75]

You managed to wrap that up rather well, albeit after one more adventure for our twosome. I expect there will be lots more rope in their future, although prehaps less frighteningly.

This is a hot tale, well told and edited. Not an easy task. Thanks for all the time and work you put into it.

@MaxRoper thank you for sticking with this story and being supportive

Who knows? Our hero is prone for making the same mistake over and over again, and ending up kidnapped and bound and gagged. Maybe he will decide, against his better judgment, to return for a second weekend retreat. The adventure may continue

[blackbound]

What a great tale full of twists and turns! Congratulations, I really enjoyed it and I think didn't manage to predict a single one of them...

[Boundngagged75]

What a great tale full of twists and turns! Congratulations, I really enjoyed it and I think didn't manage to predict a single one of them...

@blackbound I think the only predictable thing was our hero was going to end up getting himself tied up Thanks for sticking around and reading! We’ll see if our hero wants to come back for a second weekend retreat

[gag1195]

I legitimately didn't anticipate Jack being involved! I thought for sure he'd be joining as another kidnap victim! A fantastically well done story!

[Bootmark]

Yes, Jack being involved sure surprised me. Great job!

I think our hero isn’t done with bondage yet.

[Boundngagged75]

I legitimately didn't anticipate Jack being involved! I thought for sure he'd be joining as another kidnap victim! A fantastically well done story!

@gag1195 I’m glad I was able to keep you on your toes Thank you very much!

[Boundngagged75]

Yes, Jack being involved sure surprised me. Great job!

I think our hero isn’t done with bondage yet.

@Bootmark thank you very much! With out hero’s history of finding himself in situations where he gets tied up, I wouldn’t be surprised if he came back for a second weekend retreat

[Boundngagged75]

Chapter 4; Part 1:
I found myself driving down a long dirt road, the hum of the car engine the only sound in the stillness around me. On either side, dense forest stretched endlessly, with towering pine trees casting long shadows across the path. The undergrowth was thick with ferns, and the occasional break in the trees offered glimpses of the deep, mysterious woods beyond. The air smelled of pine and damp earth, the kind of fresh scent that only nature could provide.

Up ahead, a weathered wooden sign appeared through the trees, announcing the “Mountain Haven All-Male Retreat” in bold, faded letters. It was a place meant for reflection, growth, and camaraderie, though for me, it had been anything but that last time. This time, however, things were different. I wouldn’t be a participant—I was here as an event leader, tasked with guiding others through a weekend of challenges, much like the ones I had faced, but without the terrifying ordeal I had been put through before.

As I neared the clearing, my thoughts inevitably drifted back to that fateful retreat. The memories of being bound, gagged, and humiliated were still vivid, as if they had happened just yesterday. I remembered the helplessness, the fear that coursed through me as I struggled against my restraints, the way every muffled protest had been swallowed by the gag in my mouth. But more than that, I remembered the sense of violation, of being toyed with, and the realization that something so horrific could happen in a place that was supposed to offer peace. The fact that I had overcome it—that I had come back here on my own terms—was something I hadn’t quite processed yet.

I pulled the car into the gravel parking lot just outside the lodge. The building was rustic, with its log cabin exterior blending seamlessly into the natural surroundings. A wide porch wrapped around the front, and from where I sat, I could see several men standing by their cars, unloading their bags and chatting casually. They were all here for their own reasons, about to embark on a weekend of personal challenges and new beginnings. None of them, I assumed, knew the dark history that had haunted this place, the undercurrent of danger that I had experienced.

As I got out of the car and took a deep breath, I glanced up at the lodge. It was exactly as I remembered—large, sturdy, and unassuming on the outside, its wooden beams and large windows giving it a warm, welcoming appearance. But I couldn’t help but feel a chill as I looked at it, the memories of my last visit still fresh in my mind.

Despite it all, I felt a sense of pride. I had made it through, and now, I was here to help others grow and face their own challenges. This place, for all its past horrors, had given me a strength I hadn’t known I possessed. And now, I was ready to face it again—this time, in control.

With that thought, I grabbed my bag from the trunk, slung it over my shoulder, and headed toward the lodge, the weight of my past finally starting to lift as I embraced the new role I was about to step into.

Inside the lodge, the event leaders gathered around, discussing the weekend’s itinerary and making last-minute preparations. The large common area was a mix of rustic charm and modern functionality, with wooden beams overhead and large windows letting in the soft afternoon light. The space felt open, but as I glanced around, I noticed the faces of the new participants. Many of them looked uncertain, even anxious, just as I had felt when I first arrived here. I could see the flickers of doubt in their eyes, the same uncertainty about what lay ahead—the kind of fear that came with stepping into the unknown.

As I scanned the room, my gaze fell on one man standing near the back, looking a little lost. He was lingering by the edge of the group, hands stuffed in his pockets, his eyes darting around as if he wasn’t sure where to go or what to do. His face was soft, with a nervous energy about him, and he looked like he could use a little reassurance. I made my way over to him, offering a warm smile.

“Hey there,” I greeted him, my voice light. “How’s it going? Doing okay?”

He looked up at me, a small, sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “Uh, yeah, I guess. It’s just… a bit overwhelming, you know?” His eyes flicked around the room again, as if he wasn’t quite sure if he belonged.

I laughed softly, nodding. “I totally get it. My first time here, I felt the same way. But hey, you’re not alone. We’re all here to help each other out.” I extended my hand to him. “If you need anything, just let me know. I’m happy to help.”

He seemed to relax a little, his shoulders easing as he reached out to shake my hand. “Thanks, I appreciate that. I’m Robin, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Robin.” I held onto his hand for just a second longer than necessary, catching his eye, feeling a subtle spark between us. His handshake was warm, his grip firm but gentle, and something about the way he smiled at me had me feeling drawn to him.

The conversation felt easy, comfortable, with just a hint of something flirtatious beneath the surface. I could sense that same energy from him too, the slight smile playing on his lips as he spoke. “I hope I’m not too out of place here,” he added, almost shyly.

“Trust me, you’re not. We’ve all been there. But by the end of the weekend, you’ll feel right at home,” I said, offering him a reassuring grin. “I hope I’ll be seeing you around later.”

Robin’s smile widened slightly, and there was a flicker of something in his eyes, maybe curiosity or intrigue. “I’d like that,” he replied, his tone light, but with a playful edge to it.

I gave him a small nod before walking away, feeling that familiar flutter of attraction. Something about Robin was magnetic, and I had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time we crossed paths this weekend.

As I turned away from Robin, I noticed another man approaching, someone who carried himself with an air of confidence. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his posture relaxed but self-assured, with an easy smile that suggested he was used to being in charge of his surroundings. His short, salt-and-pepper hair and neatly trimmed beard gave him a distinguished, rugged appearance. He extended his hand to me as he introduced himself.

“Hey, I’m Bob. Came here with a group of friends—figured it’d be a good time to break away from the usual routine.”

I shook his hand, noting the firm grip. “Nice to meet you, Bob. Sounds like you’ve got a good support system, then. Having friends with you must make things a lot easier.”

“Yeah, it’s good to have people you trust around,” Bob said with a chuckle. “Though I’m always up for meeting new folks, too.” His tone was casual, but there was something in his smile that made it clear he was comfortable in any setting.

“Well, if you need anything while you’re settling in, don’t hesitate to reach out,” I offered. “I’m here to help in any way I can.”

“Appreciate that,” Bob nodded. “But I think we’ll manage just fine. We’re here to see what this weekend’s all about.” He clapped me on the shoulder with a friendly pat before moving back toward his group, exchanging easy banter with his friends.

Suddenly, a loud voice boomed from the front of the room, drawing everyone’s attention. Johnathan, the retreat’s director, stood on a small platform, arms raised in a welcoming gesture. He was a tall, charismatic man with a booming voice that commanded the room. His smile was wide, radiating enthusiasm as he addressed the group.

“Alright, everyone, listen up!” Johnathan called out, his voice carrying easily over the murmur of conversations. “Welcome to the retreat! We’re excited to have you all here this weekend, whether you’re here with friends or flying solo, this is your time to challenge yourself, make new connections, and, most importantly, have fun!”

He paused, scanning the room, making sure he had everyone’s attention before continuing. “We’ve got a lot of activities lined up, but for tonight, we’re keeping things simple. The first event will be at the campfire later tonight. It’s a great chance to meet everyone, share stories, and get into the spirit of the weekend. So, settle in, unpack, and we’ll see you by the fire once the sun sets!”

There was a collective murmur of excitement from the participants, and I could see the mix of anticipation and nerves on many of their faces. Johnathan’s energy was infectious, and it wasn’t long before everyone started to feel more at ease, myself included. The retreat was officially underway, and something told me this weekend would be one to remember.

— — —

That night, the fire blazed high, crackling and throwing warm light across the clearing as several men began to gather around it. The night air was cool, and the distant sounds of the forest seemed to blend with the soft murmurs of conversation. Some men huddled close to the flames for warmth, while others lingered on the outskirts, waiting for the night’s festivities to begin. The fire’s glow flickered across their faces, highlighting expressions of both anticipation and curiosity.

I spotted Robin standing by himself, hands in his pockets, a soft smile playing on his lips as he watched the fire. His features were illuminated by the flames, giving him a boyish look despite the intensity in his eyes. Without hesitation, I made my way over to him.

“Hey, Robin,” I said with a smile. “How’re you holding up so far?”

He turned toward me, his smile widening. “Hey. Not bad. It’s been… interesting,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of nervous excitement. “This whole thing’s a bit different than what I expected, but in a good way.”

I chuckled, the warmth of the fire sinking into my skin. “I know exactly what you mean. It can be overwhelming at first, but it gets better. Trust me.”

Robin’s eyes flickered with something more, his gaze lingering on mine. “I’m glad you’re here to help me out, though,” he said, his tone suddenly more flirtatious, his voice dropping a little lower. “I’ll be looking for you after the event. Maybe we can… talk some more?”

I felt a spark of something between us, an easy connection, the kind that made me feel both flustered and intrigued. “I’ll be around,” I replied, keeping my tone light but matching his flirtatious energy. “Just don’t get lost in the woods, alright?”

Robin laughed softly, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’ll do my best.”

Before I could say more, Johnathan appeared at the head of the group, gathering the attention of the participants. The other event leaders and I moved into position near the fire, standing in front of the gathered crowd. Johnathan’s tall figure was silhouetted against the roaring flames as he raised his hands for silence, his booming voice commanding attention.

“Alright, gentlemen, let’s bring it in!” Johnathan’s voice echoed through the night, and the murmurs died down as everyone turned their focus on him. “I want to welcome you all again to the retreat. This weekend is about bonding—about pushing yourselves to form new connections, build trust, and create bonds that will last a lifetime. But here, we don’t just talk about bonding—we do something memorable to enforce those bonds.”

He paused for effect, letting his words settle over the crowd. The fire crackled loudly in the silence, and I could feel the anticipation building in the air.

“Tonight, we’re doing something a bit different,” Johnathan continued, his tone carrying a hint of excitement. “We’ll be sending each of you out into the woods for an overnight. You’ll have only the shelter you can make and your own solitude to face. No distractions, no comforts—just you and the wilderness. It’s a chance for reflection, for challenge, and to see how you handle yourself when the comforts of everyday life are stripped away.”

As he spoke, my heart raced, memories flashing back to my first overnight in the woods. I could still remember the chill of that night, the eerie quiet, and the unsettling sense of isolation. But most of all, I remembered meeting the man who would eventually become my kidnapper and tormenter—the strange connection I’d felt, and how it had all spiraled out of control. That night had changed everything for me, and I couldn’t help but feel a knot of unease forming in my stomach.

Johnathan’s voice snapped me back to the present. “This isn’t just about survival—it’s about finding something deeper within yourselves, and perhaps, within each other,” he said, his gaze sweeping over the group. “We’ll head out shortly. Get ready, men. It’s time to see what you’re made of.”

As Johnathan’s words hung in the air, I glanced over at Robin, who caught my eye from across the fire. His expression was a mix of excitement and nerves, but there was something else too—an eagerness, perhaps. I could only hope that his experience wouldn’t take the same dark turn mine had.

Each man was given a small, makeshift shelter—just a simple tarp, some rope, and stakes—enough to provide cover from the elements but little else. One by one, they began to disappear into the woods, their figures fading into the shadows as they ventured into the wilderness. I stood near the supply pile, handing out the shelters alongside the other event leaders, the murmur of conversation fading as the men prepared for their overnight solitude.

When Robin approached, I handed him a tarp and some rope. He smiled at me, that same playful glint in his eye from earlier. “You know,” he said, his voice low, “I understand this whole overnight thing is supposed to be solo, right? But… I wouldn’t be upset if you decided to keep me company.”

I laughed softly, raising an eyebrow. “Is that so? Maybe I’ll come find you later, if you promise not to get lost out there.”

He grinned, a little mischievous. “Don’t worry, I won’t go too far. I’ll keep the fire lit… just in case you decide to join me.”

There was a playful tension between us, and I felt myself drawn to him even more. “Maybe I will find you later,” I said, keeping my tone light but suggestive. “But no guarantees.”

Robin chuckled, slinging the shelter over his shoulder. “I’ll be waiting. Just follow the light.”

With that, he gave me one last smile before turning and heading off into the woods, his figure disappearing into the shadows, though the promise of a flickering fire still lingered in my mind.

I returned to the task at hand, helping Johnathan and the other event leaders distribute the remaining shelters. The men accepted them quietly, each one disappearing into the dark woods, leaving behind only the crackle of twigs underfoot and the rustle of leaves in the breeze. The fire was dying down now, and soon, we worked together to extinguish it, the flames hissing as they were smothered.

Once the fire was completely out, the sprawling lawn in front of the woods was plunged into near darkness. Only the pale glow of the moon illuminated the landscape, casting long shadows across the ground. The vast stretch of the lawn felt eerie without the warmth of the fire, the silence of the night pressing in on all sides. I stood for a moment, taking in the quiet, my eyes drifting toward the woods where the men had ventured.

The moonlight bathed the treetops, and beyond the dark expanse of the forest, I knew Robin was waiting, the faint glow of his fire a beacon in the distance. The night was still young, and though my duties as an event leader were finished for now, there was still a pull—something drawing me toward that flickering light in the woods.

I lingered around the smoldering ash, the last remnants of the once roaring campfire now reduced to smoke and embers. The night air was thick with the scent of burnt wood, and I stood there, watching as Johnathan and the other event leaders gradually made their way back to the lodge. Their footsteps grew fainter until the lawn was completely empty, save for the darkness of the woods in front of me. My breath was shallow, anticipation rising in my chest.

Once I figured it was safe, I crept along the edge of the tree line, peering into the forest. The shadows of the trees stretched long in the moonlight, and the further I ventured, the more the thick canopy seemed to swallow the light whole. The woods were dense, dark, and silent—a world apart from the retreat.

I wondered if I could find Robin through the thick branches and shadows. My heart raced as I thought about our flirtation, the promise of something more, but there was a twinge of apprehension. Could I really find him in this vast darkness, or had he ventured too far?

The silence around me was eerie, almost oppressive, with nothing but the sound of my own breathing. But then, out of nowhere, the stillness was shattered—a sharp snap echoed through the trees. A twig, close by.

“Robin?” I called out, my voice barely above a whisper.

No response.

Suddenly, I felt a strong arm snake around my elbows, locking my arms behind my back with force. Panic shot through me like lightning. Before I could scream, a hand clamped tightly over my mouth, silencing any protest. The grip was unyielding, and I struggled, but another set of arms quickly caught my flailing legs, lifting me off the ground.

I kicked and twisted, trying to free myself, but it was no use. My heart pounded in my ears as I saw two more dark figures closing in from the shadows, their faces obscured by the darkness. The strength of their hold made it clear they weren’t letting go.

They began to carry me off, deeper into the woods, my muffled cries going unheard as I struggled in vain against their grip. My thoughts raced—who were they? Where were they taking me? And why had Robin not responded? Fear gnawed at me, knowing that I was at the mercy of whoever had caught me in the dark embrace of the woods.


To be continued…

[Bootmark]

I knew our hero couldn’t avoid being captured yet again!

[gag1195]

Our protagonist really should have known better, but I am so glad he didn't, because it means more of this amazing story!

[Boundngagged75]

I knew our hero couldn’t avoid being captured yet again!

@Bootmark Lol when is he going to learn?? he must really have a thing for being bound and gagged in the woods I can’t imagine why

[Boundngagged75]

Our protagonist really should have known better, but I am so glad he didn't, because it means more of this amazing story!

@gag1195 I am glad to be back and adding to the adventure. Something tells me we’re going to see a lot more of our protagonist bound and gagged in the woods. It seems to be in the cards for him

[blackbound]

Oh no! Who could possibly have seen this coming

How quickly he went from in control to not that.

[Boundngagged75]

Oh no! Who could possibly have seen this coming

How quickly he went from in control to not that.

@blackbound lol someday he’ll learn to stay out of the woods. Unless, of course, he in enjoying all of this.

[Boundngagged75]

Chapter 4; Part 2:
I fought with everything I had, but it was no use. The four assailants carried me deeper into the woods, their grips ironclad as they effortlessly subdued my every struggle. My muffled protests went unanswered as they pressed forward, the dense forest gradually giving way to a small clearing. The moonlight bathed the space in an eerie glow, casting long shadows on the ground.

“Okay, that’s far enough. Set him down, boys,” a familiar voice suddenly commanded from the darkness.

I froze. That voice—it was Bob.

Confusion gripped me as they lowered me onto the ground, but one of the men still kept his hand clamped tightly over my mouth. I craned my neck, glancing around, and recognized two of the other assailants as men from the retreat. My mind raced. What the hell was going on? Why was Bob in charge of this, and why were the others involved?

Laughter erupted from the group, their taunts biting into the air.

“Looks like you’ve got some fight in you,” one of them sneered, his voice full of amusement. “But it won’t do you any good out here.”

“Relax,” Bob said, stepping forward with an unsettling grin. “It’s all in good fun.”

Fun? I could barely think straight through the shock and confusion. I struggled again, twisting my arms in their grasp, but it was useless. Bob reached into his pocket and pulled out a wadded-up cloth.

Without warning, the man holding me removed his hand from my mouth, and before I could shout, Bob stuffed the cloth deep into my mouth. My eyes widened, the fabric rough against my tongue, filling my mouth completely.

“That should keep you quiet,” Bob smirked.

Another man stepped forward, his movements quick and practiced, as he neatly folded a bandana. He tied it tightly over my mouth, securing it under my nose and over my chin, pressing the gag deeper into place. The fabric bit into my skin, making it impossible to push the cloth out or form any coherent words. I could only produce muffled, helpless sounds. “Mmm.. Mmpphh!”

The men laughed among themselves, clearly enjoying my humiliation as I squirmed and moaned into the gag, my eyes wide with confusion and fear. “Mmpphh!”

Bob crouched down in front of me, his face lit with amusement as he surveyed my bound and gagged form. “Relax,” he said casually, his grin widening. “We’re just having a bit of fun.”

I struggled again, my muffled protests escaping into the gag, but Bob just laughed. “Oh, come on. Isn’t this what Johnathan was talking about earlier? You know, bonding.” His voice turned mocking as he imitated Johnathan’s earlier speech. “The importance of creating… ‘unforgettable memories.’”

He stood up, turning to the other men with a smirk. “Well, boys, I think we’re doing a pretty good job of that, don’t you? We’re just gonna have a little fun, make some memories… something he’ll never forget.” His words echoed with dark humor, sending a chill through me.

I grunted, trying to plead through the gag, but the wadded cloth muffled my words, turning them into unintelligible noises. The bandana was tied so tightly over my mouth that I couldn’t push the cloth out, leaving me helpless as they all laughed at my expense.

“Look at him trying to talk,” one of the men jeered, walking up to me with a mocking grin. “What was that? Can’t hear you, buddy.” He cupped his hand to his ear dramatically as if trying to catch my muted protests.

Another man joined in, shaking his head with a laugh. “Gagged nice and tight, huh? Thought you’d put up more of a fight. Guess it’s hard to be tough when you’ve got your mouth stuffed full.”

They continued to taunt me, circling like vultures. “Awww, does he want to say something?” Bob teased, leaning in closer. “Too bad.”

“Mmmpph! Mmpphh!” I groaned into the gag, my frustration and helplessness growing as they mocked me. My body tensed, but all I could do was watch, restrained and gagged, as they continued their twisted “fun,” making sure I was the center of their humiliating jokes.

“Ready to have some fun, boys?” Bob’s tone was upbeat, but dripping of mockery. There was a collective chorus of cheers in response. I struggled as the men tightened their grip on me, Bob approaching slowly as he placed his hands on my hips. He reached down, his fingers deftly loosening my belt and unbuttoning my pants.

“Mmmpph!” A muffled whimper was all I could manage as the gag filling my mouth reduced my protests to stifled a chorus begging and pleading. In a practiced, deliberate motion, Bob slid my pants off of my hips, my legs flailing as they landed in a heap on the ground beneath me.

His fingers moved skillfully as they wrapped around the waistband of my underwear. I let out another muffled protest as he slowly slid them down off of my hips, slipping them down around my ankles. I felt a slight breeze brushing against my cock as it hung between my thighs. I twisted in my captors’ arms as they readjusted their grips, wrestling me into a vulnerable position. Before I could make a move, they grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it aside with little care. My bare chest was exposed to the cool night air. I stood there naked, vulnerable, my breath restricted by the gag filling my mouth.

As Bob stood in front of me, his voice dripped with mocking amusement. “Look at you,” he sneered, eyeing the bandana tightly tied over my mouth. “All gagged up like a good little boy. Can’t even protest now, can you?” His words were punctuated by the laughter of the other men, echoing in the dimly lit clearing.

“Hope you’re enjoying this as much as we are,” another man chimed in, stepping closer, his voice oozing sarcasm. “Just a little fun, right?”

My heart pounded in my chest, my breathing heavy beneath the stifling gag. My mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening. Was this some cruel joke, or was there something darker at play? How far were they planning to take this? I tugged at my wrists, but the grip on me was too strong.

The night was eerily quiet aside from their jeering voices. The woods, dimly illuminated by the pale glow of the moon, felt vast and empty. How long would it be before anyone noticed I was missing? Would they even care? My thoughts flickered back to Robin—had he seen any of this? Could he come looking for me?

“Mmm! Mmpphh!” Every time I tried to yell, the bandana pressed harder against my lips, muffling my cries into pitiful, muted sounds. The men around me exchanged amused glances, feeding off my helplessness.

“Don’t worry,” Bob added, leaning in close, his grin wide. “We’re just getting started.”

The laughter continued, but the cold night air felt heavier now as fear set in.

Bob stepped forward, a wicked grin on his face as he reached into his pocket. “Now for the fun part,” he said, his voice thick with amusement. From his hand, he pulled out a pair of women’s panties—a small, lacy pair in a delicate blush pink, adorned with a tiny satin bow at the front. The fabric shimmered faintly in the dim moonlight, contrasting sharply with the roughness of the situation.

“I bet you’re really going to enjoy these,” Bob sneered, holding them up for everyone to see. The men around him chuckled, nudging each other as they looked between the panties and me.

“Mmmpph! Mmmpphh!” I shook my head violently, muffled protests spilling out from behind the gag. My heart raced, and I struggled harder against their grip, but it only seemed to amuse them further.

“Hold him still, boys,” Bob ordered, stepping closer with the panties in hand.

The other men grabbed my legs, pinning them down as they forced them apart. My body tensed in desperation, but their grip was unyielding. Slowly, Bob began to slip the panties up my legs, the smooth fabric brushing against my skin as he tugged them higher.

“Looks like he’s fighting it,” one of the men joked, his voice full of cruel laughter. “But we’ll get him all dressed up, don’t worry.”

I writhed in their grasp, trying to pull my legs away, but their hands held firm. The sensation of the lace creeping higher up my thighs made my skin crawl, and my muffled cries only grew louder beneath the gag. Bob’s grin never faltered as he tugged the panties into place. They hugged my hips, cradling my cock.

“See? Told you you’d enjoy it,” Bob teased, stepping back to admire his handiwork, while the others laughed. My body trembled, caught between fear and humiliation, as the men stood around me, clearly relishing in my helplessness.

Bob glanced around at the other men, a smirk playing on his lips. “Alright, boys, what’s next?” he asked with a chuckle.

One of the men, a tall, lean guy with a mischievous glint in his eyes, reached into his bag and pulled out a matching bra—blush pink lace, just like the panties, delicate and feminine, with the same small satin bow at the center. “How about this?” he said, holding it up for everyone to see, laughter bubbling up around the group.

I struggled harder, my arms twisting behind my back as two of them forced me down. I tried to shout, but it came out as nothing more than a muffled groan beneath the bandana gag. “Mmmpph!”

“Perfect!” Bob exclaimed, clearly enjoying the spectacle. “Hold him still, boys.”

“Mmm.. Mmmpph! Mmm.. Mmpphh!” My protests grew louder, desperate and frantic, but they ignored me. They twisted my arms roughly, slipping each through the thin lace shoulder straps, the material soft and mocking against my skin. One of the men fumbled at my back, fingers working the clasp until it clicked into place. The bra conformed to my chest, hugging my pecs.

“There we go!” one of them said with a sneer, patting me on the shoulder mockingly. “Doesn’t he look lovely?”

“Yeah, I think pink’s his color,” Bob chimed in, stepping back to admire the sight of me bound, gagged, and now fully dressed in the sultry set of matching bra and panties. “Nice and snug, huh?” he taunted, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

“Mmmpph! Mmm! Mmpphh!” I tried to call out into the gag, but it was useless, my protests swallowed by the fabric stuffed in my mouth. All that came out were muffled grunts, only fueling their laughter.

“Aw, listen to him,” one of the men said with mock sympathy, bending down to look me in the eye. “Gagged up and still trying to talk. How cute.”

“Bet you love this, don’t you?” another sneered, running a hand over the bra’s straps. “All dolled up and no one to see but us. You’re welcome.”

Their taunts continued, growing crueler by the second, their voices a cacophony of mockery as I struggled helplessly against the bindings and the overwhelming sense of humiliation. My body shook with frustration, but the sight of them laughing, their faces lit by the pale moonlight, only deepened the feeling of helplessness.

My mind raced, a torrent of confusion and fear. Why are they doing this? I thought, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggled against the ropes. Why do they get off on seeing me like this? The weight of humiliation pressed down on me, a sharp edge of helplessness cutting deeper with each passing second. What do they plan to do to me?

I tried to make sense of it all, but their laughter, echoing through the dimly lit woods, drowned out any coherent thoughts. The rough texture of the lace panties clung to my skin, a reminder of how utterly exposed I was. Each mocking word only twisted the knot of dread tighter in my gut.

Bob grinned wickedly, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight as he reached into his bag one last time. “One last touch,” he said, his voice thick with amusement. Slowly, he pulled out a blonde wig, the synthetic strands catching the dim light as they cascaded down. I shook my head, trying to protest through the gag, but my voice was nothing more than a muffled plea.

With practiced ease, Bob stepped closer and placed the wig on my head. The soft, blonde hair tumbled down over my shoulders and back, an unnerving contrast to my current state of helplessness. I could feel the weight of it, each strand a humiliating reminder of the complete control they had over me. My heart sank deeper into despair as I realized how thoroughly they had stripped me of my dignity.

Bob stepped back, admiring his handiwork. “There,” he said, voice dripping with condescension. “Now you’re perfect. How about we tie her up, boys? I think she would like that.”

Bob’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He stepped forward, looking me over with a twisted grin. “I think I’m going to call you… Chloe,” he said, his tone dripping with smug amusement.

The men erupted into laughter, their faces lit with cruel delight. “Yeah, Chloe,” one of them sneered. “Do you like your sexy panties, Chloe? Do you like being gagged and helpless, Chloe?”

“Mmm… Mmmph!” I shook my head, desperately trying to protest through the gag, but all that came out was a low, muffled groan. The more I struggled, the tighter the ropes dug into my skin, and the more they enjoyed it.

“Aw, she’s trying to say something,” another man mocked. “Too bad she’s gagged. What’s the matter, Chloe? You don’t like this?”

My heart pounded as they held me still, my arms twisted behind my back. Bob approached again, his grin widening as he crouched down in front of me. His hand slid between my thighs, the touch invasive and demeaning as he began to rub slowly. I jerked in response, trying to pull away, but the ropes and the men’s grip held me fast.

“There, there, Chloe,” Bob taunted softly, his voice thick with mock affection. “You’re gonna like this. Just relax.” He slowly began to rub by cock, his fingertips tracing over the contour of it through the panties. I couldn’t help but to grow hard at his touch. I felt helpless and violated, yet—sexy and slutty.

More laughter followed, the men surrounding me enjoying every second of my humiliation. They looked down on me, taunting and teasing, their words like sharp needles against my already frayed nerves.

“Bet you love this, huh, Chloe?” one of them sneered. “All helpless, gagged, and looking so pretty in your little panties. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Mmmph! Mmpphh!” I moaned aloud into the gag, but it only came out as a muffled whimper, barely audible above their laughter. My body trembled as Bob continued his disgusting touch, the cold night air pressing in on me, the shadows of the trees towering above like silent witnesses to my shame.

I tried to resist, shaking my head, but my body was weak, defeated, and they held me tighter. Two of the men grabbed my arms while the others grabbed my legs, forcing me down onto the cold ground. The dirt pressed into my skin as they wrestled me onto my back. My muffled protests were drowned out by their laughter as I squirmed under their grip, but my efforts were futile.

They began to loop rough rope around my wrists and ankles, pulling it tight enough to bite into my skin. One by one, they tethered my limbs to stakes they had hammered into the ground. I could feel the strain in my muscles as the ropes stretched me out, spreading my arms and legs in four directions, pinning me to the ground.

I lay there, spread-eagle, my body fully exposed under the night sky. The blonde wig fell over my face as I turned my head in shame, trying to shut out the sight of their mocking expressions. Each hammer blow echoed through the clearing as they drove the tent stakes deeper into the earth, securing the ropes that kept me bound.

“There we go,” Bob said with a chuckle, standing over me with a smug grin. “All nice and tied up, just the way you like it, huh, Chloe?”

I closed my eyes, humiliated and defeated. There was nothing left but the cold ground beneath me and the ropes holding me in place. My mind raced, trying to find an escape, but there was none. I was at their mercy, powerless and bound, as they stood above me, laughing and taunting as they admired the result of their cruelty.


To be continued…

[Boundngagged75]

Chapter 4; Part 3:
I lay helpless on the ground, the ropes stretching my arms and legs out in four directions, my body fully exposed to the group of men crouched around me. The night air felt cold against my skin, but the heat of their presence, their mocking laughter, made my humiliation even worse. The blonde wig brushed my cheek as I turned my head to the side, desperately trying to block out their cruel taunts.

The distinct click of a cellphone camera echoed through the clearing. One of the men stood over me, grinning as he snapped pictures, capturing every moment of my degradation. Another man pulled out his phone and started recording, the lens of the camera pointed at me, documenting my torment for later use.

Bob knelt down beside me, his eyes filled with malicious glee. “These photos are just a little insurance,” he said, his voice low and mocking. “Make sure you keep your mouth shut about what we’re doing. And… a little souvenir for us to enjoy later.”

I squirmed, tugging desperately at the ropes that held me spread out on the ground, but it was no use. They were tied too tight, securing me to the stakes hammered into the earth. I was utterly trapped, powerless to stop what was happening.

Bob’s hand slid between my thighs, rubbing my cock slowly, deliberately, as though he was savoring my helplessness. His fingertips traced over the contour of my cock through the panties as I felt myself growing hard. His touch made my skin crawl, the violation sinking deeper into my mind with every second. Another man leaned down, his rough hands sliding over my chest, cupping the bra over my pecs, squeezing and groping with no regard for my muffled protests.

“Look at her squirm,” one of them sneered, his voice dripping with amusement. “She loves it, all bound and gagged like this.”

“You’re such a good little Chloe,” Bob taunted, his hand still moving between my legs, stroking my cock through the panties. “I bet you’re really enjoying this, huh? Helpless, gagged, just the way you like it.”

I tried to scream, my voice stifled by the bandana tied tightly over my mouth. My eyes squeezed shut as I yanked at the ropes again, the fibers digging into my wrists and ankles, but there was no escape. My body remained pinned, stretched out for them to continue their sick game.

Then one of the men leaned down, his fingers grasping the bandana tied around my mouth. With a cruel smirk, he pinched the fabric, pulling it tight and wedging it between my lips, creating a cleave gag. The bandana was now stuffed deeper into my mouth, pushing my lips apart painfully, and silencing me even further.

“Much better,” he chuckled. “Now she looks really helpless.”

They laughed again, their mocking voices filling the air as I writhed in my restraints. My muffled protests fell on deaf ears as they continued to touch me, tormenting me with their hands and their words. All I could do was lay there, bound and gagged, completely at their mercy, wondering how long this nightmare would last.

My body tensed as Bob’s hand dove down the front of the panties that hugged my hips and cradled my cock. I squeezed his hand between my thighs as it wrapped around the shaft of my hard cock. My breath hitched as his hand enclosed around it. Gripping the shaft of my cock, he slipped it outside of my panties over the waistband, exposing it to the cool night air.

“Mmm.. Mmppph!” A muffled moan escaped my lips past the gag tied tightly in my mouth.

Bob leaned over me, his breath hot against my ear, his voice dripping with mockery. “You know what would be even hotter?” he whispered, his hand still rubbing me between my thighs. “If you moaned for us—nice and feminine, like a girl.” He grinned as I struggled, my body pulling against the ropes that stretched me out, but I couldn’t break free.

My muffled protests came out as groans, my voice barely audible beneath the bandana stuffed into my mouth. I tried to scream, to fight back, but all I could manage were pitiful, gagged moans. The men laughed, clearly enjoying my helplessness, as one of them held up a phone, filming every moment.

“That’s it, Chloe, moan for us,” one of them sneered, waving the phone in my face to catch my expression, the blonde wig falling over my eyes. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

I thrashed in the ropes, but it only made the bonds dig deeper into my skin. My moans came out louder now, more desperate, but still muffled by the gag. The sound of my helplessness seemed to fuel their amusement. They passed the phone around, each man wanting his turn to film my humiliation.

“Look at her, all bound and gagged,” another man said, grabbing the phone from his friend to get a closer shot of my face. “She loves it—look at how she’s squirming.”

“She’s really getting into it,” a third man chimed in, reaching down to tease my chest, his fingers pinching and rubbing as I writhed beneath their touch. “Maybe she wants to stay like this all night.”

My body shuddered, every nerve on edge, as I struggled harder, my gagged moans becoming more frantic. The ropes held me fast, keeping me spread out, exposed, and vulnerable to their every whim. I tugged at the ropes binding my wrists and ankles, but the stakes held firm, leaving me no choice but to endure their taunts.

“Aw, what’s wrong, Chloe?” Bob taunted, moving the camera close to my face again. “Gagged and helpless, just the way you like it, huh? Come on, moan a little louder for us. Give us a show.”

They all laughed as I groaned into my gag, my body trembling with humiliation and fear. Each man took turns with the camera, filming every second of my torment, while their hands continued to explore my bound and exposed body. My muffled protests and pitiful moans only seemed to encourage them further, their voices filled with mocking glee as they watched me struggle in vain.

My cock was throbbing as Bob continued to stroke it, his hand sliding up and down the shaft. He alternated between stroking my cock and massaging my balls, as the other men took turn cupping my pecs beneath the padded bra that hugged them. I grunted into my gag, humiliated and defeated, deflated by the degrading treatment I was subjected to.

Bob gently massaged my balls. The touch of his sweaty hands intensified the stimulation radiating through my body. His hand enclosed back around my cock as his slow rub accelerated into a fast jerking motion. His hand slid up and down my cock with ease. As I closed my eyes tightly, my cock was throbbing. I opened my eyes to find Bob positioned between my legs.

“Mmmpph Mmppphhh!” I shook my head violently, pleading no, but I was quickly overpowered by several sets of hands by the men holding me down and preventing me from struggling. Bob’s hand released its grip from around my cock as he positioned his head in front of me. I moaned into my gag as he parted his lips, taking my cock into his hot wet mouth.

“Mmm… Mmmpph!” I moaned aloud as his lips enclosed around the shaft of my cock. I felt my cock pulsing as Bob took it deeper inside of his mouth. I moaned into my gag as he moved his hands beneath me, between my thighs, and cupped my balls. I felt a warm tingling wave radiating throughout my body. His lips slid up and down the shaft of my cock as he slowly began to massage my balls.

“Let me take a turn before she cums,” muttered another man, as he placed a hand on Bob’s shoulder. Bob glanced at the man awkwardly, his lips still wrapped around my cock.

I felt my cock slip out of the hot, wet embrace of Bob’s mouth as the other man took his position between my legs. I could feel his hot breath as he lowered his head, and my body began to tense. His lips enclosed around the shaft of my hard cock as he took me deep into his mouth.

“Mmpphh!” I moaned as I felt the embrace of his hot wet mouth. I could feel the eyes of the other men on us. I thrusted my hips slightly as he the man took me deeper into his mouth.
Minutes passed as I continued to flex my hips while the man’s lips slid up and down my cock. I moaned into my gag, pulling on the ropes looped around my wrists. I could feel my cock pulsing.

The two other men, growing impatient, glanced at Bob. “Hey, we want a turn too,” one of them said with a grin, stepping forward and cracking his knuckles.

Bob, still rubbing me between my thighs, smirked and stood up. “Alright, alright,” he said, stepping back and waving them forward. “Go ahead, boys. She’s all yours.”

The first man knelt beside me, his hand sliding over my chest as he pinched my nipple through the bra, making me wince. “Let’s see how much you like this, Chloe,” he sneered, emphasizing the name they’d mockingly given me. I moaned weakly into my gag, unable to do anything but squirm as he teased my body, his touch rough and cruel.

“Still trying to fight, huh?” the other man laughed, leaning down to run his hand along my thigh. “You’re not going anywhere, so you might as well enjoy it.”

I struggled harder, but the ropes held me tight, my body pinned spread-eagle against the ground. They laughed again, clearly enjoying my helplessness, and the first man grabbed the camera from Bob, filming as the second man took his turn, running his hands over my bare skin.

“Look at her squirm,” the second man said, his hand rubbing my thigh slowly before moving to my chest. “You like being gagged, don’t you? All tied up and helpless for us to play with.”

The first man handed the camera off again, his fingers tracing along the bandana tied tightly over my mouth. “I bet you wish you could scream,” he said with a smirk, tapping my cheek mockingly. “But we like you just the way you are—nice and quiet.”

I groaned in protest, my voice muffled beneath the gag, but it only made them laugh harder. They passed the camera around again, each man taking his turn to film as the others groped and teased my body, their hands wandering over every inch of me.

“Aw, don’t be shy, Chloe,” the second man taunted, pressing his face close to mine. “Why don’t you give us a little moan for the camera? Come on, we know you like it.”

I thrashed weakly in the ropes, desperate to escape, but I was trapped. My muffled moans only seemed to egg them on, and the camera was never far from my face, capturing every moment of my torment.

“Yeah, that’s it,” the first man said, giving my thigh a rough squeeze. “Keep struggling. We’re getting it all on film.”

They continued passing the camera around, filming my every reaction as they took turns with my bound body, taunting me for being gagged and helpless. Each time I moaned or tried to resist, they laughed, their words cutting deeper as they mocked my situation.

“You look so good like this, Chloe,” one of them said, rubbing my chest again. “All tied up, gagged, and completely at our mercy.”

“Yeah,” another added with a smirk, “maybe we should keep you like this a little longer. What do you think, Chloe? You like being our little plaything?”

Their laughter echoed in the darkness as they continued to taunt me, their words and actions making me feel more helpless with each passing moment.

I twisted in the ropes that bound my wrists, biting down on the saliva soaked bandana that filled my mouth, muffling my gentle moans. The last of the men positioned himself between my legs, moving slowly and deliberately, toying with me as my cock was protruding from outside the panties.

“That’s it,” Bob 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 deep 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 the other men occasionally offered whispers of encouragement: “Mmm, yeah, suck that cock.” “Chloe, you slut.” “Mmm… so fucking hot!” In between moans and panting, I could hear them continue blurting out commands: “Suck it like you mean it!” “Cum in his mouth!”

“Mmm! Mmmpphh!” I moaned, as his tongue doing somersaults in his mouth as it wrapped around the shaft of my cock. I moaned aloud as the tingly feeling stimulating my body rocketed into a sudden burst of intense pleasure.

“Mmm.. Mmpph..” I whimpered as the tingly feeling stimulating my body rocketed into a sudden burst of intense pleasure. “Mmmmppph!” I screamed into my gag as I exploded into his mouth.

After it was over, the men stepped back, wiping their hands and looking down at me with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement. One of them chuckled and said, “Chloe, you’re such a dirty girl,” his voice dripping with mockery.

“Yeah,” another man added, laughing as he knelt down, tapping my cheek. “You loved every second of it, didn’t you? Gagged and tied up like this… You liked being our little plaything.”

The others joined in, their voices a chorus of jeers and taunts. “Look at her, still all tied up and helpless. Bet you wish you could scream, huh, Chloe?” one sneered, giving my leg a teasing nudge.

Bob crouched beside me, his face looming close as he stared into my eyes. “Remember,” he said, his voice low and menacing, “not a word about this to anyone. If you so much as whisper a word of what happened here tonight, we’ll share that little video of ours with the world.” His grin widened, cold and calculating. “Wouldn’t want anyone to see how much you enjoyed it, right?”

He stood up, dusting his hands off as the men gathered their things, still laughing and joking amongst themselves. “Alright, boys,” Bob called out, “let’s get out of here. Leave her for a while to enjoy struggling in her panties and think about her new name.”

With one final look of mockery, they walked away, their footsteps fading into the distance. I was left alone in the clearing, my body still bound tightly to the stakes, my wrists and ankles stretched out in all directions. The ropes dug into my skin as I tugged at them, desperate to free myself, but they held firm.

I tried to call for help, but my cries were muffled by the bandana still tied over my mouth. My attempts were futile, barely a whisper in the vast, dark forest around me. Each time I tried to scream, the gag silenced me, and all I could hear was the echo of my own ragged breathing.

The moonlight cast long shadows over the clearing, the silence of the woods closing in around me. Alone, humiliated, and still bound to the ground, I struggled against my restraints, knowing that no one was coming to save me anytime soon.


To be continued…