TWO WEEKS AFTER MANGA'S KIDNAPPING
ADRIAN
When I returned from class, Manga was there, on his bed, as if he'd never left.
Well, except for being naked, immobilized by a bizarre metal contraption, gagged, blindfolded, and in chastity.
A set of keys was on the table, with a note: "Enjoy your slave
"I took a moment to take in the device holding Manga. It looked like a medieval torture device, a number of steel straps criss-crossed around his torso and pelvis like some bizarre armor, connected to multiple equidistant loops along his extremities. Head, hands and feet were free, but there was no way he could move. The straps were closed with locks that could be removed selectively.
His penis was soft in its cruelly tiny cage. Transparent tape was wound around something brown covering his lower face and half of his nostrils. The blindfold was a piece of clothing.
I untied it, unfolding it to reveal it was an American Football shirt with the prisoner's name and number on it.
Manga was struggling against his bonds now, making noises into his gag. I set about unwinding the tape, discovering in the process that the thing covering half of his face was a deflated pigskin. Upon removing it, Manga's noise volume increased, so I covered his still-stuffed mouth with my hand.
"Shut up."
There was, as expected, an immediate physical reaction beyond the cessation of noise.
I removed my hand and pulled the cloth from Manga's mouth, immediately covering it again. Shaking it out, I discovered it was a jockstrap.
"Look at you, student-athlete. A caged little bitch, completely at my mercy."
His eyes were so big that I couldn't help it: I cracked a smile.
Removing my hand, I asked, "So. How was it?"
The flood gates opened, and Manga spent the next fifteen minutes enthusing about his cruel imprisonment, the permanent gag, hard labor, the punishments no matter how hard he tried to please his tormentors, and of course his training.
"And then at the end, they bathed me and shaved me and did my nails and hair, all while still blind and mute."
A pause.
"You fully had me going, by the way" he said, "I was actually scared, then and now! But also very excited."
I took a look at the puddle of pre-cum that had collected. "Yeah, I can see that."
"Thank you so much for arranging all this, Ade."
"No problem. Are you about ready to be let out?"
"Yeah."
"Well, isn't that a shame, bitch," I said.
It took me a while to force the jockstrap back into his mouth; in retaliation, I pulled the tape extra tight over his lips and eyes.
I deafened him just to be sure, then sat on his chest and toyed with his air supply while playing with myself. Eventually, I let myself come, catching it in his shirt.
I could tell he really wanted out at this point. So, naturally, I got a wooden spoon and started hitting his balls with it. This was a new frontier for me, but I'd been briefed extensively by Rui on how to end his imprisonment, although my own enjoyment hadn't been part of it.
He got hard again as he struggled ineffectually in his bonds. I placed a clothespin on his nose and intensified the beating, and - to my amazement - he managed to come. I guess two weeks of pent-up frustration will do that.
I allowed him to breathe again, unwrapped his eyes and let him watch as I slowly freed him from his bonds. When I was done, I pulled him up into a sitting position, and he looked at me questioningly, mouth still tightly taped.
I nodded, and he carefully unwound his gag, spit out the jockstrap.
"Wow. Thank you again."
I grinned. "NOW you're done."
He eyed the bondage contraption. "I'll probably have to return this, don't I?"
"Yeah."
I nodded at the chastity cage.
"This one's on the house, though."
"To make me your 'secret slave bitch'?"
He smiled at seeing me turn beet red.
"I'd really hoped you wouldn't remember that slip-up."
"Adrian, I'd already have turned your ass into paste if I thought it wasn't part of the scene. I chose to trust you, and I still do. But now, I'm going to need you to give me the key for this."
He gestured at his crotch.
"I thought I'd keep you in it for another week," I teased.
"Look, Ade, I don't care if you jack off to me --"
My expression must've been something to behold, because he laughed out loud. "Come on, do you think I'm a complete idiot? Yeah, I can't see or hear you, but I can smell it. Anyway, like I said, I don't care - if anything, I'm flattered, - but this can't get out to anyone else, and training starts tomorrow."
I sighed, and handed him the key. He unlocked himself and placed the cage on his nightstand.
"Look," he repeated. "You'd definitely be a great master, but I'm not really looking for that dynamic. And I love the kidnapping arrangement, but we'll have to put that on hold during the season, too."
He must've sensed my disappointment. "Don't worry, I'll still need those decompression sessions."
Manga smiled and rose, grabbing a towel. "Ok, I think that's enough chocolate for today."
"Just you wait," I thought.
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