THE CAPTIVE GAME (M+/M+) * DEC 15 NEW CHAPTER 21: BREAKING CHAINS *

[Htdgagfreak85]

This is the continuation of the stories as told in my first topic with Luke and Sam, set three years later.

PROLOGUE

After the summer of 1982, Sam and I went our separate ways. He attended a prestigious engineering school, while I chose a different path, pursuing my dream of studying law at a good school that allowed me to stay close to home.
As the years went by, I met other guys and had a few relationships, but none as intense as the one I had with Sam. I started fantasizing about being his captive, even dreaming of being tied up by him. I was tempted to leave law school and switch to engineering just to see him again, but engineering wasn’t for me, and it would have meant wasting time with no real purpose.
In 1985, near the summer break, I made up my mind and wrote a letter to Sam. I asked his parents for his campus address and hoped that when he received the letter, he would be alone, as what I wrote was quite sensitive.
“Dear Sam,
It’s been three years since that summer when we played what you called ‘the game.’ I have to tell you that I’ve become obsessed with the thought of those moments when I was your captive, and I’ve been fantasizing about it ever since. As summer break approaches, I would really like to meet you again. Are you planning to come home for a couple of weeks? I would really love to relive an experience like the one we had that summer. I’ve been dreaming of a kidnapping role-play, and I think we could arrange something similar. Forgive me for being so upfront with you, but I know you don’t like mushiness, and you don’t like me talking too much (and that I know for sure!).
Please answer me as soon as possible.
Your captive,
Luke”
The reply came a week later, and it was brief:
“Hi Luke,
I’ll be home for summer break this year. Looking forward to a couple of months with you. I’ll be there Monday next week. Get ready!”
My heart raced when I read it, and I began planning all the details. But little did I know what would happen in the days ahead. Be careful what you wish for, they say.

Monday morning, July 1, 1985
“Luke, it’s good to see you.”
“You too, Sam.”
Sam had finally knocked at my door. At the time, I was living in a single-family home, enjoying the privacy it offered. Money wasn’t an issue since I was the beneficiary of a trust arranged by my grandfather, who, as his only grandson, wanted to ensure I could live a life free from financial concerns.
“So, what’s up, man? It seems like things are going well for you. I heard you’re getting good grades at law school. How long until you become some rich lawyer at a big firm?”
“Hopefully, not too long, Sam. Being a lawyer is my dream, you know… What about you? Are you going to be a famous civil engineer any time soon?”
“You know, Luke, I’m not really sure what the future holds for me. Right now, it’s just studying and having a good time on campus.”
“You’re in great shape, Sam. Your body looks amazing.”
“Well, I’m on the swimming team at school, so I work out a lot these days.”
“Good for you, Sam.”
“You’re looking good too, Luke. Have you been hitting the gym or something?”
“Actually, I’ve been seeing Marco, a guy who’s a fitness coach. He’s helped me a lot with my diet.”
“You naughty boy, tell me more about the two of you.”
“There’s not much to say. He’s Spanish, he’s a bit vanilla, you know.”
“Nothing kinky, I take it.”
“So, tell me about those dreams of yours. What’s stopping me from tearing your clothes off and having my way with you right now?”
“Well, where do I begin? I’ve been fantasizing a lot about a role-playing game where I’ve been kidnapped, kept captive, and sexually harassed by a mysterious masked man—who, of course, is you…”
“Stop it now, Luke. You want this fantasy fulfilled, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sam.”
“And you want me to make it real?”
“As a matter of fact, yes, I do want it. I’ve planned all the details…”
“Hush, Luke, say no more. Something like this, to feel real, can’t be planned by you. It must be unexpected, surprising…”
“What do you mean, Sam?”
“If you want me to role-play in a staged kidnapping, you must leave the planning to me. You know I’d like to be the one running the game.”
“But Sam, it’s my fantasy.”
“Luke, I know how to handle this fantasy of yours. As a matter of fact, I’ve done this before.”
“What? When, how…”
“You know, I’ve organized more than one prank on freshmen at campus, and quite a few involved a staged kidnapping. The guys of Gamma Lambda paid good money for a well-staged kidnapping, and they didn’t care what we did with the captives as long as they didn’t suffer any physical harm. They left it to us to handle the captives, as long as they were returned safe and sound at the end of the agreed time of captivity.”
“Looks like I’ve been at the wrong school; things like this don’t happen here… I couldn’t help but notice that you said ‘we.’ Were other people involved in the staged kidnappings, besides the captives?”
“Of course, Luke. A staged kidnapping is a delicate thing to handle. You need a secure place, a van, and at least two or three people to manage the captive. The safety of the captive is a top priority—you never know how he might react. So, we added a paramedic to our so-called staff, along with some emergency medicines.”
“Has anything gone wrong? How many times have you done this, Sam?”
“Well, once there was this muscular guy, and things got a little rough. We had to use a bit more force, and he ended up with a dislocated shoulder. Nothing serious, but we had to call it off, and the fraternity covered our asses.”
“Shit, Sam, nothing like that is going to happen with me. I won’t offer any resistance, just enough to make it believable…”
“Of course, Luke, but you never know. We also added chloroform to our set, to be used in cases like that for the captive’s sake.”
“Looks like you’re more experienced than I thought.”
“Well, if you want the full service, and I intend to offer it to you, it will cost you money, Luke.”
“I’m quite intrigued, Sam. I didn’t mean for such a sophisticated predicament, but I trust you.”
“Thanks, mate. Let’s say it will cost you about a grand if you want a well-staged kidnapping.”
“That’s a lot of money, Sam.”
“Of course, you’re not paying for my contribution.”
“How generous of you. And when is it going to happen?”
“Let’s say that the full service requires a bit of organization. I’d say in a week, but you won’t know the exact date. It will all be part of the surprise, so don’t make any appointments for the next fortnight, Luke.”
“How long are you going to keep me captive, Sam?”
“As long as I please, Luke. Just kidding—it may be at least two days, but it could last longer, depending on how you handle it physically and mentally. I will be the judge of that; you won’t have any say. But the paramedic will always be there to ensure your well-being.”
“All those people—are they going to keep their mouths shut?”
“We’ll submit a legal agreement to you, signed by all of us, and by you, of course. It will guarantee the highest confidentiality and state that you requested to be the victim in a staged kidnapping for the sake of a psychological experiment involving Stockholm Syndrome.”
“Sounds professional. I didn’t know you were so skilled, Sam.”
“By the way, I won’t be asking for money in advance. You’ll pay later when everything’s done.”
“That’s fine with me. You know money isn’t a problem.”
“Oh, I almost forgot—the full service includes a video recording. We have these two new camcorders, so you’ll have a memento of the event.”
“Sam, your fixation with pictures is going too far. Will you use the recording to blackmail me?”
“No, Luke, not this time. It would be dangerous for all of us, and the legal implications would be unpredictable.”
“Okay, Sam, send me this agreement of yours. I’ll sign it as soon as I get it.”
“Oh, it happens I have it right here. I was pretty sure you’d accept. Things have already been set in motion; my team is ready.”
“Is there anything I should know before it happens?”
“Luke let’s just say you will be our unwilling guest. We’ll keep you tied up and gagged most of the time, sometimes blindfolded, in your underwear, or naked. The positions will include being chair-tied, hogtied, strapped to a bed, ball-gagged, and sock-gagged. We may use rope, chains, handcuffs, ankle cuffs, duct tape, belts, or anything useful to keep you restrained and silent. Nothing you haven’t experienced before.”
It took me no more the five minutes to realize thet the document had been created with attention to detail and expertise by someone skilled in the field of law.
“Here’s the signed document, Sam. I read it; it looks fine to me.”
“Thanks for trusting me. You’ll never forget the experience.”
“Oh, I’m sure I won’t. Just don’t be too rough with me.”
“No more than what’s required to make it believable, Luke.”

[Htdgagfreak85]

Chapter 1 - The kidnapping

The next few days were a nightmare for me. I kept trying to anticipate the predicament I had just agreed to. It was a mixture of anxiety, arousal, and fear. Since I didn’t know the exact moment it would happen, I continued with my usual routine: breakfast, gym, lunch, reading at home, dinner, TV… I imagined it would be at night, or maybe on my way back home from the gym… I just told Marco that I was planning a couple of days’ trip to visit a friend so he wouldn’t be surprised if I didn’t show up for the next few days…

I had just dozed off while watching TV when it happened. It was Friday, July 5, 1985. A huge, gloved hand suddenly sealed my mouth.

“MMMPPPHHH”

“Shut up, boy, the time of your life has come.”
“MMMPPPHHH”

“Don’t be silly, open wide now.” There were three guys, all dressed in black and masked. One of them was holding me still while another, the one hand-gagging me, stuffed something into my mouth and sealed my lips with duct tape.

“MMPPHH”

“Mister B, tie his hands and feet and prepare him for transport.”

“Fine, Mr. A. Just hold him still while I take care of roping up this son of a bitch.”

I could feel skilled hands expertly cinching the ropes around my wrists and ankles. I tried to resist, but it was no use. They had removed my shoes, socks, and pants, leaving me in just my underwear before applying the ropes. I was quickly put into a tight hogtie, and one of the guys lifted me onto his shoulders and carried me to a van parked outside.

Mr. A dropped me unceremoniously in the back of the van. The man they called Mr. C hopped inside with me and used some belts to strap my body to the bare metal floor of the van. The surface was cold, and the bonds were tight.
“MMMPPPHHH,” I groaned.
“Keep calm, boy. Don’t make me use chloroform to put you to sleep—you’ll end up with a headache when you wake up, and moaning won’t help. Do you understand? Moan once for yes, twice for no.”
“MMMPPPHHH,” I responded with a single moan.
“Good. Now we can have simple conversations. Are you comfortable?”
“MMMMPPPPHHHH MMMMPPPHHH,” I moaned twice.
“Of course you’re not, and you’re not supposed to be. Mr. B is a master of ropes; his knots are always tight, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Okay?”
“MMMPPPHHH,” I moaned once more.
I looked at Mr. C with pleading eyes, trying to convey my discomfort and hoping he would loosen the knots just a bit. The van was dimly lit, and he watched me closely, his hands caressing my toned body.
“Oh, my dear boy, I’m not going to loosen any of your knots, if that’s what you’re trying to ask.”
“MMMPPPPHHHH,” I moaned in frustration.
His soft hands roamed over my body, causing a noticeable bulge in my underwear, though he couldn’t see it as I was lying on my stomach, strapped firmly. He continued to speak in a firm, soothing voice, trying to keep me calm and relaxed. Then, his hands reached my butt, and with a swift motion, he slipped down my underwear, leaving me bare-assed. He gave me a few slaps before starting to finger me.
“MMMMPPPPHHHH,” I moaned again.
“You want me to stop, boy?”
“MMMMPPPPHHHH,” I moaned in response.
“I know you like it, so stop pretending.”

Mr. C knew exactly what he was doing—that much was certain. He expertly found what I later in life would come to understand as the male G-spot.
“MMMPPPHHH MMMMPPPPPHHHH MMMMPPPPPHHH,” I moaned, overwhelmed by the sensation. What he was doing to me was indeed prostate milking, and it brought me to the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.
“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it, boy?” he asked.
“MMMMPPPPPHHHH,” I groaned in response.
My underwear was now soaked with cum, and Mr. C decided it was time to remove it. I watched as he picked up a pair of scissors and cut them off, leaving me completely naked.
“You won’t be needing these while you’re our honored guest, boy. Do you understand?”
“MMMMPPPPHHHH,” I moaned, acknowledging his words.

“Feel tired already, boy?”
“MMMPPPHHHH,” I responded.
“Don’t worry, we’ve almost reached our destination. Hold on a little longer, will you?”
“MMMMPPPPHHHH,” I moaned, frustrated by my inability to move even an inch. The gag, too, was starting to become uncomfortable.
“MMMMPPPPPHHHHH,” I tried again to convey my discomfort.
“What’s wrong now, boy? I already told you I won’t loosen the knots, so what are you asking for?”
“MMMMPPPPPHHHHH,” I moaned in frustration.
“Oh, it must be the gag, then. Big sock, isn’t it? I can see your puffy cheeks under the layers of duct tape…”
“MMMMPPPPPHHHHH,” I confirmed, my moan tinged with irritation.
“There’s nothing I can do about that either. The gag stays where it is for now; we don’t want you making any noise while we’re carrying you to your home for the next few days. Have I made myself clear?”
“MMMMPPPPHHHH,” I moaned in reluctant acceptance.

I lost track of time—it must have been an hour, maybe two; I couldn’t be sure. Mr. C kept talking in his calm, reassuring voice, occasionally asking me questions that I could only answer the way we’d agreed, given how effective the gag was.
“Can you hold on for me for a few more minutes now? I know your muscles are starting to ache, aren’t they, boy?”
“MMMMPPPPPHHHHH,” I moaned once to signal yes; they were aching. The hogtie was too tight, and the straps holding me still were beginning to make my skin burn.
“I know what you’re feeling. Don’t worry about the rope burns—I know it hurts, but we’ll take care of that when we reach our destination. You’re not our first captive; we know what we’re doing, boy. By the way, what’s your name?”
“MMPPHH,” was the only sound I could produce, but he understood.
“Of course, I can’t make out a word you’re saying—you’re so well-gagged.”
“For the next few days, you’ll know us as Mr. A, B, and C, and we’ll address you as ‘boy.’ You don’t have a name anymore, do you understand?

MMMMPPPPHHHH

The van came to a stop. Someone knocked twice on the door.
Mr. C took a black cotton bag and pulled it over my head, sealing it around my neck.
“MMMMPPPPHHHH,” I moaned in frustration.
“Don’t worry, boy, you can breathe through this—it’s made of cotton. It’s just for a short time; we don’t want you to see where you are, do you understand?”
“MMMMPPPPHHHH,” I moaned once to indicate yes.
“Good. Now I’m going to free you from the straps, but you’ll remain hogtied. Mr. A will carry you inside your new luxurious mansion.”
“MMMMPPPPHHHH,” I responded.
I heard the van door open.
It was undoubtedly Mr. A. “Okay, boy, time for a ride on my shoulders once more. Oh, I see the two of you have been naughty. What happened to your underwear, boy? Did you enjoy the ride?”
“MMMMPPPPHHHH MMMMPPPPHHHH,” I moaned twice.
“Oh, I see you didn’t appreciate our first-class transportation, boy.”
“He was quite comfortable, I can assure you, Mr. A, and I’m sure he enjoyed the ride as much as I did, judging by the cum-soaked underwear I had to remove from him. Did you enjoy our trip together, boy? Please say yes, or next time they might replace me with someone not as gentle as I am.”
“MMMMPPPPPHHHH,” I moaned reluctantly.

[squirrel]

Absolutely amazing! Luke is so lucky to have a friend like Sam...

[Htdgagfreak85]

Chapter 2 – Bound for the night

Mr. A carried me on his shoulder with little regard for my discomfort. It must have been late at night, as I felt a cold breeze over my naked body. Judging from the changing environment—the different sounds around me, as hearing was my only active sense—I assumed we had entered a large building after a brief walk. Then, I heard the sound of rusty hinges; a door had been opened, and we descended some stairs. After the door slammed shut, Mr. A, with his usual lack of grace, dropped me onto a concrete floor.
Then, I heard the soft voice of Mr. C.
“I’m about to remove the bag from your head. Don’t worry, dear boy, you’ve reached your destination.”
“MMMPPPHHH,” I groaned.
As soon as the bag was removed, I took in my surroundings. It was a large basement with a polished concrete floor, white walls, and, as far as I could see, no windows. The light came from neon fixtures on the ceiling, and ducts circulated fresh air. I was lying on my stomach, still tightly hogtied, with little chance to roll onto my side. My view was limited.
“We’ve been ordered to leave you alone now, boy. Someone else will take care of you. See you later—enjoy your stay.”
“MMMPPPHHHHHHH,” I moaned, starting to feel real fear. The staged kidnapping was becoming far more intense than I had anticipated.
I kept moaning through the uncomfortable gag until I realized there was no one left to hear me. Seeing no point in struggling against the tight ropes, I lay still and tried to relax. The room appeared soundproofed; the only sounds were my breathing and my rapidly beating heart. When the lights went off, the fear became overwhelming.
Where’s Sam? I wondered. Did he hand me over to real kidnappers? What’s going to happen to me?
My muscles were aching, my jaw throbbed from the oversized gag, and I couldn’t see a thing.
Suddenly, another door opened. I hadn’t realized there was a second door. Someone entered, carrying a flashlight. As they approached me, the blinding beam of light forced me to turn my head away. The dark figure knelt beside me and began checking the ropes that bound me.
“Nice work Mr. A did with these ropes. I guess you can’t move an inch, can you?”
I was relieved to hear Sam’s voice.
“MMMPPPHHH,” I moaned, trying to convey my discomfort.
“Oh, I understand—the tight hogtie is starting to wear you down, isn’t it? You can answer with the code you know so well.”
“MMMMPPPPHHHHH,” I moaned once to say yes.
But my body told a different story, as Sam noticed when he rolled me onto my side.
“Let me take a good look at you, boy. Your body looks nice, but we’ll have to clean up the little bush down there. No hair will make it easier to keep you clean while you’re our honored guest.”
“MMMMPPPPHHHHH,” I moaned, questioning him.
“I should explain the rules now. Normally, I’d let Mr. B handle this, but since you’re a special guest, I’ve set up a list of customized instructions just for you.”
“MMMMPPPPHHHHH,” I moaned in frustration.
“Stop complaining. I’m going to free you from the hogtie, but I’ll leave the ropes binding your wrists and ankles.”
It felt good to stretch my legs again, and Sam helped me do so.
“I’m going to remove your gag, but you’re not allowed to speak. You must be thirsty, and I’m sure you feel the urge to pee. Drink the water, and nod your head yes or no to answer me. If you try to speak, the gag goes back in. Clear?”
“MMMMPPPPHHHHH,” I moaned affirmatively.
Sam slowly peeled the tape from my head—it was painful, as my hair had stuck to it.
“I know it hurts. That’s another reason why we’ll have to shave your entire body.”
What? That wasn’t part of the plan.
“Oh, don’t be silly. Your hair will grow back, and you’ll find it feels better without it.” Sam took the gag out of my mouth. It had been so large, I couldn’t have spit it out even without the tape sealing my mouth.
“Oh, what a huge sock Mr. A stuffed in there. A nice gag, indeed.”
Sam lifted my shoulders off the floor and handed me a bottle of water.
“Now drink, boy. You need to drink it all—you won’t have more for several hours.”
I drank the entire bottle, as I was extremely thirsty.
“Now listen, boy. I’m going to free your ankles and replace the ropes with ankle cuffs.”
Afterward, Sam helped me stand up. It was difficult at first, but after a few small steps—limited by the ankle cuffs—Sam led me to a corner where a small toilet bowl had been installed. There was no privacy, but I hadn’t expected any.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” Sam said, producing a huge ball gag. “Open wide—this goes in now.” He forced the gag into my mouth and secured it. I was gagged again, and the ball gag made me drool almost immediately.
“Nice. Very nice—you’re drooling already. The more you try to talk, the more you’ll drool.”
“NNNRGGGHHH,” I tried to respond, but all that came out were garbled noises, and I drooled uncontrollably. The ball gag muffled my words, but not as much as the previous gag, though it still held my tongue in place.
Sam brought me in front of the toilet, but I was so aroused by the situation that my erection prevented me from urinating.
“NNNRGGGHHH,” I groaned, trying to show Sam my hardened dick.
“Oh, I see it now. Let me take care of that.” Sam began stroking my dick quickly, and I came almost instantly.
“We don’t have time for a proper hand job. Now piss, boy.”
With my erection gone, I was able to pee, and Sam helped position me.
“Now it’s time to sleep, boy. There’s a nice, comfy bed waiting for you.”
He led me to another corner of the basement, where a hospital-style bed had been placed. Mr. A and Mr. B entered the room as we reached the bed, and Sam helped guide me, as the ankle cuffs restricted my steps.
“We’re going to untie your hands and retie them in front of you, attaching them to the bedpost so you’ll be more comfortable for the night. Mr. C suggested giving you a shot of the sleeping drug he prepared. Didn’t you, Mr. C?”
“I strongly recommend it,” Mr. C said. “It’s his first night in captivity, and we don’t want him to have a panic attack.”
I now understood that Mr. C was the paramedic.
“NNNRGGGHHH,” I tried to protest.
“You don’t have a say in this, boy. You’re our prisoner, and we’ll do with you as we please,” Sam said.
“NNNRGGGHHHH NNNRGHHHHH,” I moaned, trying to speak.
“Anyway, I gather from your moaning that you don’t want the drug. Since you’re a special guest, we’ll honor your request. But I’ll stay with you all night, and if you don’t behave, we’ll deal with it one way or another. Misbehave, and you’ll end up drugged and disciplined. You’ll soon find out that breaking the rules comes with consequences here. Do you understand?”
“NNNRGHHHH,” I moaned reluctantly.

[Htdgagfreak85]

Chapter 3 – The Night with My Master Kidnapper

“He’s drooling like crazy; we can’t keep him tied up the way we planned,” said Mr. C.
“Mr. C, you’re in charge of our guest’s well-being. Make any adjustments you see fit, but we must keep him gagged.”
“NNNRGGGHHH,” I moaned in protest.
“Okay, boy, you’re going to sleep with your hands tied behind your back, and the ankle cuffs will be linked to the bed, so you won’t be able to leave. You’ll be more comfortable lying on your side or on your stomach. You’ll still drool—you’ll drench the pillow—but you’ll be better off on your side. Do you understand?”
“NNNRGGGGHHHH,” I moaned once to signal that I understood. I let them tie me as they wanted, knowing resistance was futile. This was my choice. I had voluntarily given up my freedom, but the role play felt far more real than anticipated. They used handcuffs instead of rope, and though they were bearable, the cuffs were a little too tight. The discomfort was constant, and I wasn’t sure how long I could endure it.
“NNNRGGGHHHH NNNRGHHHH,” I tried to express that the handcuffs were pinching, just enough to make me uneasy, but I couldn’t find a way to make them understand.
I looked at Sam with pleading eyes, hoping he would notice my discomfort, but he seemed too deep in his role as the master kidnapper.
“Now leave the boy to me. You’re dismissed for the night. Should I need you, I will summon you. The prisoner is secured, so leave me the handcuff and ankle cuff keys, just in case.”
“As you please, master,” said Mr. C. “You know where to find me.”
Once they all left the basement, Sam removed the mask covering his face. He came over to me and began caressing my naked body.
“How are you coping, Luke? Is it living up to your expectations?”
“NNNRGGGHHH NNNRGGGHHH.”
“No? What’s wrong?”
I rolled onto my side, exposing my back to him, trying to move my hands to draw his attention to the handcuffs. I moaned through the gag, hoping he’d notice.
“Oh, the handcuffs. They’re tight, aren’t they?”
“NNNRGGGHHH.”
“Don’t worry, they’re not cutting off circulation, but they are tight enough to keep you uncomfortable. I know it’s not easy. The ache in your wrists is manageable now, but I imagine you’re wondering how you’ll last the whole night like this. That’s the point, Luke. It’s a constant reminder that you’re a captive, and we care more about keeping you restrained than making you comfortable. The gag’s there for the same reason—it’s not about silence; it’s about control, about making you feel helpless.”
And he was right. The discomfort was gnawing at me, but even through the pain, I couldn’t deny the arousal that came with it.
“And I can tell this is what you craved. Your erection says it all.”
“NNNRGGGHHH.”
Sam knew exactly how I was feeling. He was in control, and despite the tension in my wrists and the ache from the gag, my body responded to his every word.
“Now let’s add a little spice, Luke. This is just a small treat from me—one of many I have in store for you. But this one’s pretty basic.”
“NNNRGGGHHH?” I moaned in question.
Sam pulled two small clips from his pocket and placed them on my nipples.
“NNNNRGGGGHHHH,” I moaned in pain, feeling the sharp pinch of the clips.
“As you can see, this isn’t the Grand Hotel, and you’re not going to spend the night on a comfy mattress, my dear Luke. With these on your nipples, you’ll find lying on your side is the best choice. This will limit your movement even more.”
“Now rest. You have a long night ahead, and I also want to rest.”
Sam removed his clothes and laid naked beside me. I felt his hard dick brush against my cuffed hands.
“You know what to do, Luke. You’ve done this before, remember?”
“NNNRGGGHHHH,” I moaned once to say yes, I remembered.
I did what I could, and it was enough to make Sam even harder. It didn’t take long for him to cum all over my naked butt; I felt his hot juices splattering, and I loved it.
“This is just the beginning, my dear friend, but I don’t want to spoil anything. Let me just tell you, your first surprise will be here in the morning. It’s already on its way…”
“NNNGGGHHH?” I moaned, questioning him.
“Or should I say on his way? Oh, my bad, I’m spoiling already…”
“NNNRGGGHHH? WHAT?” I tried to ask, confused.
“I’ll say no more for now, but no matter how hard you try, you won’t figure it out.”
I looked at Sam with a mixture of wonder and frustration. I remembered how much he loved to surprise and tease me at the same time. He enjoyed the look on my face when I was trying to figure out what he was planning, and the gag prevented me from asking the questions I would normally bombard him with.
“And, to be honest, there’s nothing you can do about it. This is as good as it gets for you. It’s my game, and I play it my way, no matter what. Things are already in motion.”
As Sam was fond of wicked games, I knew I could expect anything from him.
“Now, Luke, time for a little explanation: my team doesn’t know you’re my friend. This room is soundproof, and no one has heard a word I’ve said. They know asking questions isn’t part of their job, and they don’t question my orders. They think this is just another job, like any we’ve done before. They believe someone’s paying good money for this. For the sake of our friendship, let’s just say this is the first time the ‘victim’ has asked for this. And, truth be told, it’s not the first time the ‘victim’ has enjoyed it in some way. They don’t know the full plan—I’m the only one in touch with the customers. Sometimes the customers like to see what we’re doing, so we have camcorders to record the best parts. But I’ve told you this before.”
“NNNRGGGHHH,” I moaned in acknowledgment. Yes, you told me.
“So don’t expect any special treatment from them. Don’t try to tell them anything, even during the brief times you’re ungagged. They are instructed to gag you again if you attempt to speak. They will check in to see if you need the bathroom, water, or anything else, but it will be tough for you. If you need to stop the game, you’ll have to wait until I’m present and moan four times. I’ll understand and handle it. Is that clear, Luke?”
“NNNRGHHHH,” I moaned, nodding to show I understood.
“Now, as I have to go back to playing my role, I’m supposed to either wear a mask again or blindfold you. Since this mask is giving me a rash, and I don’t have a replacement, I’m sorry to inform you that I’ll have to blindfold you.”
“NNNNRGHHHH NNNNNRGHHHH,” I moaned in protest. I hated blindfolds.
“As I said before, you don’t have any say here, and that’s the beauty of keeping you gagged most of the time,” Sam said with a grin, clearly enjoying himself.
“Okay, I’ll admit it—the mask is fine. But I do like watching you when you’re blindfolded. You move your head like you’re still trying to see something...”
“NNNRGHHHH,” I thought angrily. You piece of shit, I would’ve told him if I could.
“But then again, Luke, being in this predicament was your choice. Our other ‘guests’ didn’t get that privilege. I have to put you in discomfort, or my team might suspect something’s off. Sometimes I’ll have to make you squirm like crazy, just like the other victims have done.”
“NNNRGHHHH NNNNRGHHHH,” I groaned. What the hell, Sam? What are you going to do to me? Thoughts raced through my mind, but I knew he was teasing me, enjoying every second of it.
“Now for the blindfold,” Sam said, grabbing a folded napkin from a box near the bed and using it to cover my eyes.
“I’m going to use duct tape to keep the blindfold in place. It’ll hurt a bit when it’s removed. That’s another reason why you’ll be shaved tomorrow.”
“NNNRGHHHH NNNRGHHHH,” I moaned in desperation. No, please, not my hair!
“I know you won’t like it, but it’s tradition, my friend. I can’t skip that without making my team suspicious.”
“NNNRGHHH,” I moaned reluctantly once more. What was I thinking when I asked for this?

[blackbound]

Finally had some time to read this. Sam is indeed a master kidnapper, playing his victim like a fiddle!

Looking forward to what he has in store for Luke.

[Bradstick]

“Don’t worry, they’re not cutting off circulation, but they are tight enough to keep you uncomfortable. I know it’s not easy. The ache in your wrists is manageable now, but I imagine you’re wondering how you’ll last the whole night like this. That’s the point, Luke. It’s a constant reminder that you’re a captive, and we care more about keeping you restrained than making you comfortable. The gag’s there for the same reason—it’s not about silence; it’s about control, about making you feel helpless.”

I just got caught up on this story and it is fantastic. I have not read your previous works, so I will definitely need to catch up on those. Sam is truly devious when it comes to Luke. Him not informing his team is so hot.

I have never thought about ball gags like this before. I tend not to be a fan of them compared to sock gag or panel gag. Your perspective on ball gags is not one I have heard before but I find it absolutely hot. I love your writing and I look forward to the next chapter, great job @Htdgagfreak85

[Htdgagfreak85]

CHAPTER 4

DAY 1 – The Body Shaving

I spent my first night in captivity lying naked, hands cuffed behind my back, ankles cuffed and tied to the bed, ball-gagged and blindfolded. Sam left me alone with my thoughts after making sure I was well restrained.

“You’re not going anywhere, my dear boy. These restraints are inescapable. They’ve been tested on guys far stronger and far angrier than you. You should’ve seen them squirm, trying… quite a sight. Now, try to rest. I know you’ve lost track of time, but I can tell you it’s late, and it won’t be long before my team puts you through the next steps of your wonderful stay.”

I moaned once to let him know I understood. But no matter how hard I tried, sleep eluded me. I wondered if I should have accepted Mr. C's offer of drugs to help me sleep. The ball gag forced me to drool continuously, the tight handcuffs were taking their toll on my wrists, and I began doubting if they might take the staged kidnapping too far. But as Sam said, they didn’t know who I was or that I had asked for this. They believed I was just another victim, and they knew they had to act like real kidnappers—that was all.

I was deep in thought when I suddenly heard noises—footsteps, voices. The team had arrived.

“Rise and shine, boy! Time to get ready for your first day at the Grand Hotel. I’m going to remove your blindfold now.”

I was relieved to be able to see again. The whole team was there, and Mr. C had brought a whole set for body shaving.

“NNNRGHHH NNNRGHHH,” I pleaded, but it was obvious my plea would go unheard.

“Now, boy, you know resistance is futile. Accept it like a man and let us do our job. Don’t make us use more force than necessary, or you’ll end up more restrained, and it will be harder for you. Is that clear?”

“NNNRGGHHH,” I moaned once to signal I understood.

Mr. A rolled me onto my side and removed the handcuffs and ankle cuffs. He then tied me spread-eagled on the bed, removed the ball gag, and quickly replaced it with a rolled-up sock that stuffed my mouth so fully I couldn’t have spit it out even if I tried. When I saw a second sock in his hand approaching my mouth, I tried to beg him—it felt like overkill.

“MMMMPPPPHHHH MMMMMPPPPPHHHH.”

“Now, boy, what did I tell you? Take it like a man and let us do our job.”

Regardless of my pleas, Mr. A stuffed the second sock into my mouth.

“You see, boy, it’s for your own good. The gag is so huge you can’t spit it out, so no tape is needed to keep it in place. Isn’t that right?”

He was right, of course. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t spit the damned thing out.

“Mr. C, he’s all yours.”

Mr. C worked meticulously, removing my body hair. But when he got to my genital area, my body betrayed me—my dick hardened, showing that, in some way, I was enjoying the experience. Mr. C smiled at me.

“Let me take care of that, my boy, will you?”

“MMMMPPPPHHHH MMMMPPPPPHHHH,” I moaned in embarrassment.

“Oh, don’t be shy. I think by now we all know you like this, you little pervert.”

With that, he grabbed my dick and began stroking it.

“I think you deserve more, boy.”

He opened his mouth and began sucking me. He was good—he clearly knew what he was doing. I was in heaven, forgetting everything: the ropes, the gag, everything. I came in his mouth, and he spat it all over my body before continuing to stroke my dick. I had never experienced post-orgasm play, and it drove me wild. I moaned like crazy, shaking my body to no avail.

“Where do you think you’re going, boy? You’re in my hands. I’ll do with your body as I please.”

“MMMMMPPPPPHHHHH MMMMMPPPPPHHHH,” I begged, Please stop, please.

Eventually, he had mercy on me and stopped stroking my dick. He finished shaving the front of my body. Then Mr. A untied me, rolled me onto my stomach, and tied me spread-eagled again, this time exposing my butt.

“What a hairy ass, Mr. C! I guess this will be hard work for you.”

“I’m a professional, Mr. A. I’m not scared of hard work, especially on a beautiful ass like this.”

“MMMMPPPPPHHHHH,” I groaned.

“Now, stay still, boy, and let me finish my job.”

It was then that I realized someone had been using a camera to film the entire scene. I just hoped I wasn’t being used as an unwilling participant in some kind of kinky porn movie.

“My job is finished, boy. But I have to tell you, I’d really like to give it a try—enter this freshly cleaned hole of yours, if you don’t mind.”

“MMMMPPPPHHH MMMMPPPPHHHH,” I moaned in protest.

“No, you don’t mind, do you?”

I watched Mr. C remove his pants, revealing an unexpectedly large, stiff dick. He put on a condom and was kind enough to lube my asshole.

As he entered me, I couldn’t help but moan incessantly.

“Come on, boy, I know you like this…”

[Htdgagfreak85]

CHAPTER 5

DAY 1 – The New Prisoner

After the body shaving, things went according to my captors' plan, as I was pretty sure Sam had meticulously arranged everything, even the timing. Mr. A freed my hands and feet and moved me to a wheelchair. He then produced some leather straps to bind my hands, feet, and torso to it. Next, it was time for my hair; it was done quickly as Mr. C had a professional hair clipper. He acted like a pro, even using a barber cape to keep the cut hair from falling onto my naked body.
While Mr. C took care of me, things were in motion in the large basement. A metal table had been placed in an empty corner, and camping mats were piled up along the bare walls.
“Everybody out, now. It’s time I take care of our honored guest,” Sam said as he entered the room, carrying a huge bag.
“Of course, master, he’s all yours,” the others replied.
As the team left the room, shutting the door behind them, I couldn’t help but notice how attractive Sam looked in his role. The tight jeans he wore did nothing to hide the huge bulge in his pants, and that, combined with the whole situation I was in, turned me on once more.
Removing his mask, Sam approached me and wheeled me, still strapped to the chair, over to the metal table.
“Time for a light breakfast, Luke. Let me help you remove your gag now.”
He carefully took out the two tube socks Mr. A had so diligently stuffed in my mouth. My jaw ached from the strain of the oversized gag.
“Thank you, Sam. I couldn’t take it anymore.”
“How are you coping with this, Luke?” There was a kindness in his voice as if he was worried he might have taken things too far. “You may speak freely now. It’s just you and me.”
“It’s a bit overkill, but so far, so good, Sam.”
“I brought you some milk mixed with nutrients—essentially vitamins and minerals. It’ll keep you hydrated and give you the supplements you need to continue, considering you’ll be staying tied up with no chance to move. We’ll administer it to you twice a day, and that will be all you’re allowed to eat. Over time, you’ll experience digestive discomfort and a lack of energy, but you’ll survive.”
“I didn’t expect a restrictive diet, Sam. And to be honest, I don’t think I need it.”
“My dear Luke, it’s part of a protocol we’ve refined over time. You can’t keep someone in forced immobilization and feed them full meals.”
“How long are you planning to keep me like this, Sam? I thought we were going to have fun for one or two days, but from your detailed plan, it seems like this is going to be longer. I don’t think I can bear it.”
“Now open your mouth, Luke, and let me feed you.”
I complied, knowing there was nothing I could do but play along for the time being. There was no turning back, and I knew Sam wasn’t the kind of person to soften up. As the meticulous planner he was, he would stick to his scheme no matter what.
“Okay, Luke, I want to be honest with you. You’ll be with us for about a week, more or less.”
“A week, Sam? Oh my god…”
“There’s nothing you can do about it, and neither can I, unless I want the others to become suspicious. If they realize the nature of our relationship, it will diminish my role as the master kidnapper. You understand that, don’t you, Luke?”
I nodded as I finished my meal, knowing it would be a while before I’d have another.
“Now that you’ve finished your milk, you have ten minutes before you’re gagged again. You can ask questions if you like, but it’s a privilege you won’t have next time. The others will feed you in turn, and you know the rules: speak when not asked, and you’ll be gagged instantly. Don’t forget that.”
“Thanks for the reminder, Sam. Just one question: how many times have you done this?”
“You’re number 16 on the list, Luke.”
“16? Oh god, I can’t believe it. All with the same team?”
“Yes, same team. I trust them with my life.”
“And nothing went wrong, not even once?”
“We’ve been careful when accepting deals. We always request a psychological profile of the so-called victim. We have a psychology student on the team. He works behind the scenes, so you’ll never see him. If the psychological evaluation comes back negative, we decline the deal.”
“Has that ever happened—a negative evaluation, I mean?”
“Yes, twice. And once we refused because the victim-to-be was underage.”
“I wonder how the profiling is done.”
“We don’t ask too many questions, Luke. Psychology isn’t my area of expertise. All I know is that it takes about a month to get the results.”
“What now, Sam? What’s going to happen to me?”
“As I told you, a surprise is on its way. I’m going to gag you now—just duct tape for now. It’ll be tight enough to keep you from speaking, but no stuffing this time. Consider it a courtesy of mine. The team won’t be so kind.”
As Sam circled my head with layers of duct tape, I realized that the predicament I had chosen was about to become far more intense than I had imagined.
“Our time alone has ended, Luke. The team is about to enter. They’ll remove the straps that keep you bound to the chair and tie you up the usual way. You’ll be allowed to sit on the toilet for ten minutes; after that, you’ll have to piss and shit while tied up on one of the mattresses you saw earlier.”
“MMMMPPPPPHHHHH MMMMPPPPHHHH,” I moaned.
“Oh, and in case you’re wondering, they’ll use a water hose to clean you off. One of the benefits of keeping you naked and hairless,” Sam said with a smirk, fully back in his role.
Things went like clockwork, just as Sam had anticipated.
“How is it that I always end up hogtied?” I thought to myself. Mr. A had tied my ankles to a chest rope harness rather than wrist-to-ankle, which meant I would stay like that for hours. Sam had learned the hard way how painful a wrist-to-ankle hogtie could be over long periods, especially after I kept him tied like that for an entire day during one of our rare role reversals in the summer of 1982. When I eventually set him free, he was furious: “I’ll make you pay for this, Luke. Damn it. You must be careful with hogties—best for you to be a sub.”
He was right. And yes, he made me pay for it…
I was lost in my thoughts, as there’s not much else to do when you’re hogtied, when something happened. I heard the door open. I tried to turn myself to get a better look.
“MMMMPPPHHHH,” I moaned, trying to draw attention.
Mr. B, who had been quite absent until now, approached me.
“My boy, let me help you. I know you want a front-row seat.”
“MMMPPHHHH,” I moaned as he pulled the rope binding my ankles to the chest harness, lifting me slightly to turn my body toward the door.
That’s when I saw Mr. A carrying someone over his shoulder, as usual. He placed him on one of the camp mattresses: the guy was unconscious, likely drugged. They started undressing him until he was completely naked, then tied him in the same hogtie as me. This time, it was Mr. B doing the tying. He worked with great care, checking all the knots, and finally blindfolded him. Mr. C produced a small syringe and injected something into the boy’s neck. After that, they left without saying a word.
I was bewildered—a new prisoner. He looked young, one of the nicest twinks I’d ever seen. It didn’t take long for him to regain consciousness.
“Oh god, what happened to me? Where am I? Why is it dark?” He started squirming, realizing he couldn’t move.
“Help, please, someone help! Why am I tied up?”
“MMMMPPPPHHHH,” I moaned, trying to signal that he wasn’t alone.
“Is someone here? Who are you?”
“MMMPPPHHH MMMPPPPHH MMMMPPPPHHHH.”
“Oh god, you must be gagged. I can’t understand a word you’re saying.”
“MMMMPPPPHHHH,” I moaned, but he didn’t know the code.
“What’s going on? Why am I here?”
A figure entered the room. He approached me and peeled the tape away from my mouth.
“We brought you company, boy. You’ll have a little time to get acquainted. Enjoy.”
It was Sam. He made a brief appearance and then left us alone.
“What do you mean, ‘get acquainted’? Help, please, help!”
“There’s no point in screaming like that,” I said. “The room is soundproof. No one can hear you.”
“Who are you?” the guy asked. “Are you a captive like me?”
“Yes, I am.”
“How long have you been here?”
“A day, more or less.”
“Why are we here?”
“I don’t know,” I said, careful not to ruin whatever Sam was planning.
“I’m Luke, by the way. What’s your name?”
“Sebastian. My name is Sebastian.”
“How old are you, Sebastian?”
“I’m nineteen. Yesterday was my birthday.”
As he talked, he rolled onto his side. I noticed he was hairless, except for a small patch of hair in his groin area. I also noticed that, despite the situation, his body was reacting—his erection was clear.
“Why am I naked? Are you naked as well?”
“Yes, I am, Sebastian. May I call you Seb?”
“Call me whatever you like. It’s not like we’re having a casual chat over a beer, is it?”
“No, we’re not. I was just trying to be nice.”
“Don’t take it personally, bro. These ropes are killing me. Didn’t mean to be rude.”
“You’re hogtied, and the ropes are tight. I understand.”
“Hogtied? What do you mean by that?”
“Well, it’s when your ankles are tied to your wrists, or in your case, to a chest harness. It forces your legs to stay bent.”
“Hogtied… Yeah, my stepbrother used to tie me like that during our games. I didn’t know it had a name. Are you tied up the same way?”
“Yes, I am.”
“But you’re not blindfolded like me.”
“No, I can see you, Sebastian.”
“Call me Seb, it’s fine. That’s what my stepbrother calls me, anyway.”
“Okay, Seb. Would you like to tell me more about your stepbrother and your tie-up games?”
“Bro, you can see me, right?” He blushed slightly.
“Yes, I can see your hard-on, Seb.”
“So, what do you want me to say about my stepbrother and our games?”
“I guess they started as innocent fun when you were younger, but maybe they turned into something else?”
Seb stayed quiet, clearly embarrassed.
“Don’t worry, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. To be honest, I’m getting hard just watching you trussed up like that.”
“Bro, this is the first time I’ve ever talked about this with anyone. My stepbrother and I never talked about it.”
“There’s always a first time.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t think the first time would be with a stranger. How old are you, bro?”
“I’m 23.”
“And you like tie-up games too?”
“Yes, I do. But this feels different. It doesn’t seem like a game to me. These guys are serious—they’re professionals.”
“I don’t know, bro. My head hurts, I don’t know where I am, who these people are, or what’s going to happen to me. You’re right, this does feel serious. Maybe we’ve been kidnapped? For ransom?”
“I don’t think it’s for ransom—at least not for me.”
“My stepbrother has a good job, but I don’t think it’s for ransom for me either.”
“They’re probably going to gag us soon, so we won’t be able to talk anymore.”
“Oh, are they? We should figure out a way to communicate. Do you know Morse code?”
“Yes, I used to be an amateur radio operator when I was younger.”
“Me too! Looks like we have more in common than I thought, bro. Apart from, you know, this.”
“Do you think our captors will understand Morse code?”
“We’ll keep it simple. We’ll have to be careful, but we should be able to communicate using sounds, like the ones you were making earlier.”
“You’ve never been gagged before?”
“No, my stepbrother thought it was too dangerous.”
“Well, I guess you’re about to find out what it’s like.”
At that moment, the entire team entered the room.
“Time to shut you up, boys. No more chatting.”
Seb was first. They stuffed something in his mouth that made his cheeks puff out, sealing it with several layers of duct tape.
Seb started moaning frantically. “MMMMPPPPHHHH MMMMPPPPHHHH.” His moans alternated between long and short—he was trying to use Morse code. Long MMMMPPPHHH, long MMMMPPPPHH, pause. Long MMMMPPPHHH, long MMMMPPPHHH, long MMMMPPPHHH. Pause, long MMMMPPPHHH, short MMMMPPPHHH, short MMMMPPPHHH. He continued for about a minute.
I tried to remember the code… G O O D.
Next, they gagged me the same way. I tried to respond: short MMMMPPPHHH, long MMMMPPPHHH, short MMMMPPPPHHHH—it was R for received. He replied with the same sound. We had established a way to communicate while gagged. It was difficult, but thrilling.
“You’ll tire yourselves out moaning like that, boys,” Mr. A said. “Accept the fact that you’re gagged and helpless—my advice is to stop moaning.”
“Let them do as they please,” Mr. B added. “After all, moaning is the only thing they can do.”

[Bradstick]

Fantastic update to this series, I missed the last chapter where he got shaved. That was very hot, especially the blowjob! I am excited to learn more about Seb! I am curious if he is totally unaware or if he is part of the team. This will be interesting for sure! Great work @Htdgagfreak85

[Htdgagfreak85]

CHAPTER 6

DAY 1 – A Bit of Suffering

For Seb, the new prisoner, and me, there was nothing to do but moan into our gags. I knew better than to fight the ropes, as they had been too carefully bound to loosen. Seb, on the other hand, began squirming like crazy, his panicked breathing reduced to short “MMPH, MMPH” sounds as he struggled futilely against the gag. His efforts only left him covered in sweat.

To be honest, watching him squirm and hearing his moans, seeing his slender body roll from side to side, pulling at the ropes without success, turned me on in a way that had never happened to me before. His body told the whole story—he was sporting a raging erection, his arousal as obvious as mine.

Eventually, he tired himself out and stopped struggling, panting heavily, his rapid breathing a clear sign of how much energy he’d burned fighting the ropes.

When I noticed he had calmed down, I tried to draw his attention to me. I don't know why, but I tried to call out, though only a pathetic “MMMPPPHHH” escaped my taped lips. Frustration washed over me. I wanted to reassure Seb, tell him that everything would be alright and that he had nothing to fear, but the gag made every word come out as meaningless garble. Morse code wasn't a real way to convey comfort or encouragement.

Still, Seb turned his head towards me, and he began tapping out a message in Morse code: one long “MMMPPPHHH” for T, two short for I, two long and one short for G, four short for H, and one long for T. “TIGHT,” yes, it was a tight hogtie indeed, Seb. I could see rope burns forming on his pale skin—a clear sign of how hard he'd fought against the restraints.

Suddenly, I realized Mr. B had entered the basement with more rope in his hands. He approached Seb and spoke in a firm but soft tone.

“My poor boy, you're going to regret fighting those ropes. I’m going to show you what a real hogtie feels like.”

"MMMMPPPPHHHHH!" Seb tried to cry out, but Mr. B was merciless. He undid the rope connecting Seb’s ankles to the chest harness and retied it to his wrists, pulling tightly until Seb couldn’t take it anymore and began whimpering through the gag with a series of desperate “MMMMMPPPPPHHHHH” sounds, each one muffled as he tried in vain to scream.

Poor Seb, I thought. This guy is really punishing him hard.

But Mr. B wasn’t done. He began slapping Seb’s butt until it turned red. Seb moaned like crazy, but when Mr. B rolled him onto his side, his erection was still there, his cock dripping with precum—an obvious sign that, in some way, he was enjoying the torment.

Mr. B turned his gaze to me and smirked. “Boy, I bet you'd like to take care of this, wouldn’t you?”

"MMMMPPPPHHHH MMMMMPPPPHHHH," I moaned, trying to say no, but of course, I was lying.

“I’m going to remove your gag, and you’re going to suck this boy’s cock like there’s no tomorrow. Not a single word from your mouth, or you’ll be punished. Understood, boy?”

"MMMMPPPPHHHH," I moaned once to signal I understood.

Without ceremony, Mr. B ripped off the tape sealing my lips and pulled the thick sock from my mouth. My jaw ached, but it was manageable. He then undid my hogtie, leaving my hands bound behind my back.

“Go on, boy. Help yourself.”

I quickly obeyed, moving to give Seb a blowjob as best I could. His breathing became more and more labored, and I knew he was about to cum. Moments later, hot fluid filled my mouth as Mr. B barked, “Swallow it all.”

“Lick him clean, good boy,” Mr. B commanded, and I obeyed, running my tongue along Seb’s shaft until it was clean. Seb was moaning desperately into his gag, “MMMMMPPPPPHHHHH MMMMMPPPPPHHHHH MMMMPPPPPPHHHHH.”

I couldn’t help myself. I whispered, “Don’t be afraid, Seb. It’s going to be alright.”

Mr. B’s fury was immediate. “I told you not to speak, boy! Now you will suffer the same fate.”

Needless to say, I was soon trussed up in the same tight hogtie as Seb, with two socks stuffed in my mouth and layers of duct tape sealed over my lips. The pain was intense, so much so that I lost my erection. I hoped Sam would intervene, but he didn’t show up. Seb and I were left to suffer in the tight hogties for what I think was about an hour, but eventually, Mr. C came in to check on us.

“My dear boys, what did you do to make Mr. B so angry that you deserved to be punished like this?”

I tried to respond, “HUF YHH LLTT MM GGHH,” but the gag, as usual, turned my words into garbled nonsense.

“Don’t worry, both of you,” Mr. C said kindly. “I’m going to undo the hogties. I guess it’s time for you to have a piss.”

Lucky for me, Mr. C started with me. But what happened next was unexpected.

Mr. C produced a jar and positioned it under me. “Get used to pissing in a jar, boy. It's part of your punishment. And thank me for that—otherwise, Mr. B would’ve left you to piss all over yourself.”

I emptied my bladder into the jar, feeling a bit embarrassed. What Mr. C did next shocked me—he emptied the jar over Seb’s face. As the hot, stinking fluid poured near his nose, Seb began moaning frantically, “MMMMPPPPHHH MMMMMPPPPHHHH MMMMMPPPPHHHH.”

“It’s your bro’s piss,” Mr. C said with a sneer. “Don’t you like it, boy?”

[blackbound]

Well, that's certainly an escalation! Luke should've known better than to speak, though - I wonder if his transgression caused this punishment for Seb?

[Bradstick]

I love duos in bondage forced to service each other. That is what he gets for trying to talk to Seb, don’t talk while he is literally right there! I am excited to see what happens next!

[squirrel]

What a great story! I love how Sam switches roles between a sinister, cruel kidnapper into a caring friend and then back again... As I said before Luke is extremely lucky to have a buddy like that

The appearance of Sebastian was unexpected, but it was fantastic idea! It's always better to be tied up with someone else; this way Luke can not only squirm and fight with his own restraints but also has someone else to watch...

Great job, @Htdgagfreak85 !

[MaxRoper]

I finally caught up with this and am totally enthralled. The writing and editing are top-shelf, and the hotness factor is off the charts. There’s a lot of work in producing something like this. Thank you!

[Htdgagfreak85]

I finally caught up with this and am totally enthralled. The writing and editing are top-shelf, and the hotness factor is off the charts. There’s a lot of work in producing something like this. Thank you!

Thank you so much @MaxRoper for your kind words! I’m thrilled to hear you’re enjoying the story and appreciate the acknowledgment of the effort behind it. Your feedback really means a lot to me. I’m excited to share more, and I hope you’ll continue to follow along as the next chapters unfold!

[Htdgagfreak85]

What a great story! I love how Sam switches roles between a sinister, cruel kidnapper into a caring friend and then back again... As I said before Luke is extremely lucky to have a buddy like that

The appearance of Sebastian was unexpected, but it was fantastic idea! It's always better to be tied up with someone else; this way Luke can not only squirm and fight with his own restraints but also has someone else to watch...

Great job, @Htdgagfreak85 !

Thank you so much @squirrel for your thoughtful feedback! I’m glad you enjoyed the dynamic with Sam—it’s fun exploring his ability to switch between those roles, and Luke is definitely in an interesting situation because of it. Bringing in Sebastian was a surprise I hoped would add another layer to the story, so I’m really happy to hear it worked for you. I appreciate you following along and hope you enjoy what’s coming next!

[Htdgagfreak85]

I love duos in bondage forced to service each other. That is what he gets for trying to talk to Seb, don’t talk while he is literally right there! I am excited to see what happens next!

Thanks so much @Bradstick for your enthusiasm! I’m glad you enjoyed that aspect of the dynamic—there’s definitely something about the tension and consequences when characters are forced into those situations. You’re right, Luke should have known better! I’m excited to share what happens next, and I hope you’ll enjoy it as the story continues to unfold!

[Htdgagfreak85]

Well, that's certainly an escalation! Luke should've known better than to speak, though - I wonder if his transgression caused this punishment for Seb?

Thank you @blackbound ! Yes, things are definitely escalating, and Luke’s actions might have deeper consequences than he realized. It’s always tricky when you’re not supposed to speak, especially with Sam around. You’re right to wonder if his slip-up is the reason for Seb’s punishment… you’ll have to wait and see! I’m excited for what’s to come and hope you continue enjoying the story!

[Htdgagfreak85]

CHAPTER 7

DAY 1 – Tears and Tension

Seb took his time to calm down after the unexpected events. Although no longer restricted by the tight hogtie, he was still firmly tied up, as Mr. B had left no room for either of us to move. I was genuinely surprised by the shift in Mr. C’s attitude toward us, especially what he said just before leaving the room:
“Don’t be fooled by my gentle manners, boys. Rest assured, I don’t care about your suffering or any punishment you endure; all I care about is that you don’t suffer any permanent physical damage. But, like any member of my team, I’ll do whatever it takes to ensure you serve our purpose. As you’ve probably understood by now, your right to freedom has been suspended until it pleases us. Follow the commands, and your time here will be somewhat easier; however, forgiveness is not an option.”
As Mr. C finished his speech, I noticed a small tear trickling down from under Seb’s blindfold. The sheer panic he must have felt, realizing he would remain bound and gagged indefinitely, caused him to lose control. I watched as a stream of urine flowed, his fear overwhelming every instinct to maintain composure.
While I felt sorry for him, I was also aware of how thrilling the situation was for me. Perhaps it was because I knew the kidnapping was staged, posing no real threat to my life. Yet, poor Seb was genuinely a victim of someone else’s scheme. Was this all just for my entertainment? Was it all part of the narrative Sam had crafted for my enjoyment?
"MMMMPPPHHH MMMMMPPPPHHH!" Seb's muffled moaning broke my concentration as he sought to grab my attention.
"MMMMPPPPHHHH," I moaned back, signaling that I was still present.
He continued moaning, using Morse code: MPH MPH MPH for S; MMMPPPHHH MPH MMMPPPHH MPH for C; MPH MMMPPPHHH for A; MPH MMMPPPHH MPH for R; MPH for E; MMMPPPHHH MPH for D. S-C-A-R-E-D. Oh, I know, Seb, you’re scared. I tried to respond with “DON’T,” but I messed up, as my desire to articulate words took over again. The large gag blocking my tongue turned my attempted words into nothing but garbled sounds, adding to my frustration.
Before I could dwell on it, music suddenly filled the air: “Welcome to your life; there’s no turning back…” Tears for Fears. Everybody Wants to Rule the World. The music, blasting at high volume, cut off our efforts to communicate using Morse code. The first line of the song struck me as quite ironic. I was convinced it had to be Sam’s doing.
Of course, at the time, I was unaware of the real plan orchestrated by Sam. Little did I know what was happening behind the scenes…

CHAPTER 8

DAY 1 – Behind the curtain

“Good job there, Charlie. A bit overkill, but good job indeed,” said Sam to Mr. C.
Charlie, known as Mr. C to the captives, was a paramedic working at the hospital near campus. When Sam first met him, he felt an instant attraction. In a way, Charlie reminded him of Luke—gentle mannerisms, a delicate figure... Their first night together was spent at Charlie’s place, and it didn’t take long for Sam to discover their shared interest. Under Charlie’s bed, he found a bag full of ropes and a few rolls of duct tape. Charlie had always been too shy to talk about his wild desires with anyone, but he turned out to be a passionate self-bondage enthusiast. For Sam, it was like hitting the jackpot. That night, he tied Charlie into a tight hogtie and gagged him with his socks—Charlie was in heaven. He stayed like that the entire night, and when Sam finally set him free the next morning, Charlie said he wanted more.
At the time, Sam was on a mission to assemble a team skilled in staged kidnappings. He had found himself unexpectedly involved in one during his first year on campus, and as he reflected on that experience, he realized just how unprofessional his captors had been in organizing such a prank. It struck him that fraternities would pay for something like this—more creative and intense initiation challenges for their members. He had already considered Al and Bart, a couple from the gym whose interest in bondage he had awkwardly discovered during what he thought was a routine threesome one night. Adding Charlie to the team was an easy decision, especially given his impressive paramedic skills.
However, Charlie wanted to play an active role, not just as a participant but as someone in control. Although he had a knack for tying others up, he lacked the necessary skills and mindset. Sam took it upon himself to guide Charlie, teaching him the ways of a master in a bondage role-play, reversing his submissive tendencies.
“You made me proud today. You’re really getting the hang of it, Charlie,” Sam said, pleased. “You frightened the boy so much he wet himself.”
“Yes, but maybe you’re right—it might have been too much for him,” Charlie replied, his concern evident.
“Don’t worry about it. The boy will get through this—and more. Believe me, he’s having the time of his life.”
“If you say so, Sam… You know I trust you completely.”
“I know, Charlie. Now, take a break. You’ve earned it.”
“As you wish, master,” Charlie said, resuming his duties.
“I’ll be in my ready room. I’d prefer not to be disturbed for now,” Sam instructed. “Let the others know.”
“Of course. Call if you need anything.”
Sam entered his PIN on the keypad to access his ready room. Inside, it was equipped with state-of-the-art technology—a control room with monitors displaying live feeds from cameras placed around the basement, as well as recording devices typically found in broadcasting or production studios. These were freshly installed, as the client who had commissioned the event wanted a full recording of everything.
“Good evening, Mr. Arthur. I trust everything meets your expectations?” Sam greeted as he entered.
“If you’re talking about the setup, yes, it works perfectly. I’ve been reviewing the footage; it’s flawless,” Arthur replied.
“I meant how we’re handling Sebastian—your stepbrother…”
“Oh, yes. You’ve done an excellent job with him. It’s an experience he’ll never forget.”
“Thank you. We take pride in fulfilling our clients' desires.”
“The tight ropes, the hogtie, the oversized gag, the humiliation… really top-notch work.”
“I’m glad to hear that, Mr. Arthur. Are you ready for the next phase?”
“Yes, I am. Here’s the signed appendix to our contract. The funds have already been transferred, as you’ve likely confirmed.”
“Yes, I’ve already verified the payment.”
“One more thing, Sam…”
“Yes, Mr. Arthur?”
“I’d like you to prepare me for my grand entrance, Sam.”
“You want me to be the one to restrain you, Mr. Arthur?”
“Just call me Arthur, Sam.”
“Very well, Arthur. Are you ready?”
“No, Sam. I need you to fulfill your role. Handle it your way.”
“As you wish, Arthur.”
Sam pressed a button on the console, and moments later, Al and Bart emerged through a concealed sliding door.
“Mr. A, Mr. B, grab Mr. Arthur and keep him still,” Sam commanded.
“Yes, master.”
“What are you doing?” Arthur asked, stepping into his role as the new captive.
“Put your hands behind your back. If you comply, there’s no need for anyone to get hurt,” Sam said calmly.
“What are you doin—MMMPPPHHH!” Arthur’s protest was cut short as Mr. A clamped his large, gloved hand over his mouth. Sam removed his socks.
“Open up, Arthur. Be a good boy, now.”
"MMMPPPHHH," Arthur moaned as the worn-out socks were stuffed into his mouth.
“Grab a roll of duct tape and some rope, Mr. B. I need to take care of this gentleman here.”
Mr. B returned with a duffel bag full of ropes, ready to be used.
"MMMMPPPPHHHH," Arthur continued to moan, his struggles intensifying.
“Come on, Arthur. No need to pretend. The bulge in your pants gives you away,” Sam remarked, locking eyes with him.
After tying Arthur’s wrists crossed behind his back, Sam ripped off his pants and underwear, cutting away his shirt, leaving him naked. He then cinched ropes around Arthur’s elbows, thighs, and ankles while Mr. A held him still. Once Arthur was fully trussed up, Mr. A let him fall to the floor.
"MMMMMPPPPPHHHHH..." Arthur moaned in protest.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Sam asked as he tied Arthur’s wrists to his ankles, securing him in a hogtie.
“Take him down to the basement with the others. That’s where he belongs,” Sam ordered.
“Of course, master.”
"MMMMMPPPPHHHHH MMMMMPPPPHHHHH," Arthur continued to moan as Mr. A carried him unceremoniously to the other prisoners.
“Wasn’t that excessive, Sam?” Charlie asked, his concern returning.
“That’s exactly what he wanted! Can’t you see?”
“I thought he was the one paying...”
“Oh, he is. He’s paying quite a lot for this charade, believe me. Quite a lot…”

[Bradstick]

And then there were three!!! Great continuation to the chapter, poor Seb has no idea what’s going on. Adding Arthur into the mix will be interesting especially if they keep Seb blindfolded. He will have no idea the third member is his step brother. Already excited for the next chapter! Great work @Htdgagfreak85

[squirrel]

Oh man, just like the previous ones, this chapter is amazing! It was a great idea to get us some information about what is going on "behind the scenes"... Can;t wait to read more! Fantastic story, @Htdgagfreak85 !

[blackbound]

The plot thickens! What is Arthur's goal here?

It's also fun to see how insecure Mr. C is behind the scenes while being assertive and in total control in front of the "clients".

[Htdgagfreak85]

CHAPTER 9

DAY 1 – Shared submission

I felt the ropes slacken slightly as Mr. C undid the hogtie, but there was no escape. He was just replacing it with another form of restraint—legs bent, arms restricted, still no freedom in sight. As I lay there, barely able to move, the oversized gag in my mouth made my jaw ache, and I was left alone with my thoughts.
"MMMMPPPPHHHH MMMMPPPHHH!" Despite my attempts to draw my captors’ attention, the loud music drowned out my muffled cries. There was no use.
What was I thinking when I agreed to Sam’s proposal? Had I really known what I was signing up for? I glanced at Seb, who was struggling beside me, and a wave of guilt washed over me. Was his suffering my fault too?
Even as my thoughts spiraled into regret, seeing Seb bound and still struggling against his restraints made me hard once again. I couldn’t look away from him—that much was certain.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even notice the door opening. The sudden silence of the music snapped me out of it, signaling that something was happening. One of my captors—his face hidden by a mask—removed the blindfold from Seb’s eyes. It was then I finally saw them, his beautiful blue eyes locking with mine. He was stunning.
But the moment between Seb and me was cut short when Mr. A entered the room, carrying another prisoner slung over his shoulder. The newcomer was heavily bound and gagged, moaning frantically. The romance of the moment vanished as he was unceremoniously dropped onto the floor beside us.
Seb’s eyes filled with a mix of bewilderment and shock. MMMMPPPPHHHH MMMMMPPPPPHHHH MMMMPPPHHH! He tried to say something to the new prisoner, but the gag made it impossible to understand him.
Sam entered the scene and, with a smug smile, turned to Seb. “Yes, it’s your stepbrother here, trussed up just like you are. Now that we have the two of you together, we can have some real fun, can’t we, boy?”
Seb’s muffled protests continued, “MMMMPPPPHHHHH!” while the man I now knew was his stepbrother lay still, looking embarrassed. He was a handsome stud in his late twenties, naked like us, with a chiseled body—a clear sign he worked out a lot.
Sam walked over to the newcomer and, with a nudge from his foot, rolled him onto his side, revealing his arousal. Like the two of us, he, too, seemed to take pleasure in restraint.
Sam glanced at me with a knowing squint, as if he could read my unspoken thoughts.
“You, boy… I think we can put those nice lips of yours to good use once more. What do you say?”
"MMMMPPPHHH MMMPPPHHH," I pretended to protest.
“Oh, cut the bullshit. We know how much you like it by now,” Sam said, his voice dripping with authority. “So be a good boy, and when we remove your gag, put that nice big thing in your mouth and help this poor guy out of his misery... Can’t you see how hard he is?”

CHAPTER 10

DAY 1 – A sadist game

Needless to say, I obeyed Sam’s orders—I had no other choice. He dragged me near Seb’s stepbrother and removed my oversized gag. As he pulled it out, I was relieved to be able to move my aching jaw and feel fresh air flow through my mouth, but the relief was brief. Sam quickly guided the stud’s huge cock into my mouth. Thankfully, I managed to suppress my gag reflex, though it was difficult given its size.
"MMMMPPPPPHHHHH," he started moaning, thrusting into my mouth with abandon. He was so aroused that he came within moments, spraying cum all over my face.
When Sam produced a white sock and used it to clean the mess from my face, I mistakenly saw it as an act of kindness. I didn’t expect what came next—he stuffed the cum-soaked sock into my mouth.
"MMMMPPPPHHHH MMMMPPPPHHHH," I tried to protest. No, please, no... But there was no mercy. As he sealed the gag with the strongest adhesive tape I’d ever experienced, I saw a glimpse of evil pleasure in his eyes. He was really enjoying my suffering, something the obvious bulge in his pants confirmed. By then, I had no doubt—Sam was a sadist. But what about me? Despite the escalation of suffering, humiliation, and heavy bondage, I was still hard as hell.
“Boy, it’s your turn to help your new friend,” Sam said, dragging me behind Seb and positioning me so that Seb could reach my dick, even with his tied hands. It wasn’t the best, but it worked—Seb managed to grab it, moving his soft hand up and down. I was so aroused it was over quickly.
When Sam used another sock to clean Seb’s body from my cum, I realized what he had in mind. He rolled Seb onto his side so I could get a good look at his face, then removed Seb’s gag and tried to replace it with the freshly cum-soaked sock.
"PLNMMPPPHHH!" Seb fought hard, but there was nothing he could do to stop Sam from forcing the disgusting sock into his mouth.
“Come on, open wide and take it like a man. Don’t make me use force...” Seb kept his lips closed in resistance, so Sam slapped his ball sack hard, forcing him to scream in pain. With that, the new gag filled Seb’s mouth, and the taste of my cum hit him full force.
"MMMMMPPPPPHHHHH MMMMMPPPPPHHHHH MMMMMPPPPPHHHHH," Seb whimpered, tears streaming down his face.
I felt sorry for him. He was just a boy; unlike me, he hadn’t asked for any of this. Or was he somehow part of a complicated plan orchestrated by Sam? An overwhelming sense of confusion washed over me as the unpredictable events unfolded before my eyes. Just when I was starting to wrap my head around everything, a loud buzzing suddenly broke through my thoughts.
Sam paused and glanced at his team, worry flashing across his face.
“It’s the intrusion alarm. Someone is trying to break in.”
“How could this happen?” Mr. C exclaimed. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. No one knows about this place, and we’ve been careful to avoid being followed.”
“It might just be a glitch, a false alarm,” Mr. A suggested.
“Let me head to the ready room and check the security cameras,” Sam said. “You all stay here and look after the captives.”
“Of course, master.”

[Bradstick]

Fantastic continuation! I love a good cum rag gag!!!

I am excited to see what happens next, keep up the great work!