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

[Boundngagged75]

Chapter 4; Part 4:
Laying there, spread out and helpless, the shame weighed on me as heavily as the ropes binding me to the stakes. The bra and panties clung tightly to my skin, each piece a cruel reminder of how they had mocked me, violated my dignity. I tugged once more at the ropes, but the fight had gone out of me. I felt utterly defeated, a burning flush spreading across my face and neck as the reality of my situation set in. This was how they left me—exposed, humiliated, and powerless.

Then, a twig snapped nearby. My heart leapt in my chest, and I tried to call out, but the sound was barely a muffled whimper behind the gag. My eyes darted around the dim clearing until I saw a figure stepping out of the shadows—it was Robin.

The sight of him brought a fresh wave of embarrassment crashing over me. Of all people, why did it have to be him? His eyes widened as he took in the scene, his shock clear.

“What… what happened?” he asked, his voice low with concern.

I tried to respond, but my words were swallowed by the gag, reduced to incoherent sounds. Seeing my struggle, Robin knelt beside me and gently pulled the bandana from my mouth. I gasped for air, my lips dry and cracked.

“Who did this to you?” Robin asked, his voice urgent now, his eyes scanning the area for any lingering danger.

I hesitated. The memory of the photos, the video, flashed in my mind. They had leverage now. If I told him, if I told anyone, they could destroy me. “I… I don’t know,” I lied, the words feeling heavy in my throat.

Robin furrowed his brow, his gaze searching mine for answers. “You don’t know? But they—” He paused, glancing down at my body, still bound, still dressed in the humiliating lingerie they had forced on me. “They stripped you, tied you up, and… and put you in this?”

I swallowed hard, my voice trembling as I nodded. “Yeah,” I whispered, unable to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry. I wanted to come find you… I did. But they grabbed me before I could.”

Robin’s expression softened, and he let out a slow breath, shaking his head. “I was starting to think you weren’t coming… but now I get why.” He knelt closer, examining the ropes holding me down. “This is messed up. They really did a number on you, didn’t they?”

I nodded again, my cheeks burning with humiliation. “It’s just… they wanted to humiliate me. They called me ‘Chloe,’ and kept… taunting me. Making me wear this. I—I don’t even know why they did it, they just… enjoyed it.”

Robin’s hands moved quickly as he inspected the knots. His fingers brushed against my wrists as he began working on untying the ropes. “Don’t worry,” he said quietly. “I’m going to get you out of here.”

As he worked to free me, I felt a strange mix of relief and mortification. I was glad someone had found me, but the fact that it was Robin, that he was seeing me like this, made the humiliation feel even more acute. Still, the feeling of the ropes loosening around my wrists brought a small sense of hope amidst the overwhelming shame.

We didn’t speak for a moment as he continued to untie me, but the silence was heavy with everything unsaid—the humiliation, the violation, the fear. Eventually, I found the courage to say, “Thank you… for finding me. I didn’t know if anyone would.”

Robin glanced up at me, his face serious but kind. “I wasn’t going to leave you out here alone. Whatever happened, we’ll figure it out. But you’re safe now.”

Robin knelt beside me, his gaze soft yet intent. “First thing’s first,” he said, as fingers gently enclosed around my cock, tucking it back into the front of my panties. Next, he reached for the blonde wig still perched awkwardly on my head. With a gentle tug, he removed it, tossing it aside. “There, that’s better.”

I could feel my face flush as he continued, “Now let’s get you out of these ropes.” He began picking at the knots, his fingers moving swiftly but carefully. “I’m trying to hurry, just in case those guys decide to come back.”

I tilted my head, still dazed by everything that had happened, and looked up at him. “What’s the rush?” I asked, my voice hushed. “I think we’re safe… for now.”

He paused for a moment, then glanced down at me with a sly smile. “Maybe. But better safe than sorry, right?” His eyes lingered on mine, and before I could react, he reached for the bandana gag. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled it back up between my lips, securing it gently under my nose. The fabric pressed against my mouth, muffling any response. “Mmmpphh!”

We locked eyes, a spark passing between us, the air heavy with tension. Without breaking the gaze, Robin leaned down, his lips brushing my neck. A shiver ran through me as his kisses trailed down to my chest, his breath warm against my skin.

Bound as I was, I tugged lightly on the ropes, my movements restrained, my muffled moans escaping into the gag. Robin’s touch was slow, teasing, as he continued to kiss me, each moment more electrifying than the last. He placed his hand between my thighs and slowly let it wander up.

The flirtation in his eyes was unmistakable, and I felt a strange mix of vulnerability and desire. This wasn’t like before—there was something different in the way he moved, something softer, yet no less intense.

His voice was low, flirtatious, as he murmured, “You seem pretty comfortable like this. Maybe being tied up isn’t all bad, huh?”

I moaned again, unable to respond in words, but the heat between us said everything.

“Mmmpph!” I squeezed his hand in between my thighs. His fingertips slowly grasped at my cock through the panties that cradled it. My body tensed as his hand slipped underneath, gently massaging my balls. I whimpered into my gag, as his fingertips slowly traced over the contour of my cock through the panties.

As Robin’s hands continued to trace over me, I felt my hips flex instinctively, responding to his touch. I moaned softly into my gag, the sound muffled but undeniable, and Robin seemed to enjoy it, his lips exploring my skin with gentle kisses. I parted my lips over the fabric, feeling the warmth of his breath as he leaned in closer, his face just inches from mine.

But just as his lips were about to brush against me, the sharp crack of a twig breaking pierced the silence. Both of us froze, tension tightening between us, and Robin glanced toward the trees.

“Maybe we should save this for another time,” he whispered, his voice barely audible but tinged with regret.

I nodded, understanding the urgency, and he quickly began to untie me. His fingers moved deftly over the ropes, loosening them as we exchanged a final glance. This wasn’t over—just delayed.

— — —

The next morning, the lodge bustled with activity as people filtered into the mess hall for breakfast, the hum of chatter and clinking dishes filling the air. I navigated my way through the crowd, searching for Robin in the kitchen. I found him at the sink, dressed in a pair of jeans with an apron loosely tied over them, a white T-shirt stretched across his chest, and a pair of yellow rubber gloves as he carried a tub of dishes. He looked up and smiled when he saw me approach.

“Hey,” he greeted, setting down the tub.

“Hey,” I replied, glancing around to make sure no one was within earshot. “About last night…I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mention it to anyone.”

Robin nodded, his expression serious but warm. “Don’t worry. My lips are sealed.” He looked at me thoughtfully, pausing before he continued. “But… I still think you’re holding something back. I wish you’d just tell me who did that to you.”

I shrugged, forcing a casual tone. “I honestly don’t know. Probably just some pranksters messing around in the woods.”

Robin didn’t look entirely convinced, but he nodded anyway. “Alright. But… let me know if you need anything. And I hope you’ll find me later.”

I gave him a quick smile and headed back out of the kitchen, stepping into the main hall where people gathered with trays of food. Just as I was about to join the line, I felt someone brush past me. I looked up and locked eyes with Bob, who smirked.

“Good morning, Chloe,” he said, his voice dripping with mock sweetness.

I clenched my jaw, ignoring him as I kept walking, though his words echoed in my mind. My thoughts swirled, replaying the events of last night. I couldn’t let him get away with this—could I?

Robin stood at the stainless steel sink, the early morning sunlight casting a soft glow through the kitchen windows, illuminating his figure. He wore fitted jeans and a simple white T-shirt, the apron tied at his waist bearing faint stains from breakfast prep. His yellow rubber gloves—bright and clean, reaching just past his wrists—contrasted with his rugged look, making his movements both methodical and gentle as he scrubbed at the last few dishes. The gloves clung to his fingers, slightly wrinkling at the knuckles, with a light squeak as he shifted his grip on the plates.

As the final few staff members trickled out of the kitchen, Robin lingered, straightening up and taking a glance around. His gloved hands still held a damp dish towel, which he draped across the counter absently. He seemed momentarily lost in thought, a small smile playing on his face as the bustling noise of breakfast quieted down. He didn’t notice the silence settle, the air heavy around him as he turned back to grab a few more utensils.

Suddenly, a strong hand clamped over his mouth, stifling his gasp before he could make a sound. Robin’s eyes widened as he was pulled backward, a firm arm pinning his own arms to his sides, rendering his struggles useless. The yellow gloves glinted in the dim kitchen light as he tried to tug free, his muffled protests swallowed up by the thick silence, while he was pulled back deeper into the shadows of the kitchen, disappearing from sight.

[blackbound]

It is the fate of all Robins to be abducted and used as bait, it seems...

[Boundngagged75]

It is the fate of all Robins to be abducted and used as bait, it seems...

@blackbound lol you are not wrong. Remind me to change my name, or maybe adopt a new nickname

[gag1195]

A much more humiliating experience on this retreat compared to last time, in my opinion. And of course, now Robin is involved... Will his caped crusader come to rescue him? And of course, will it be successful?

[Boundngagged75]

A much more humiliating experience on this retreat compared to last time, in my opinion. And of course, now Robin is involved... Will his caped crusader come to rescue him? And of course, will it be successful?

I wasn’t quite sure how well that humiliation experience piece was going to go over I was a little bit nervous. But yes, now onward to see what’s in store for Robin and our protagonist who can’t seem to help himself from getting tied up

[Boundngagged75]

Chapter 4; Part 5:
The main part of the lodge was bustling, men gathered in close-knit groups on the benches and leaning against the log walls. Sunlight streamed in through the tall windows, casting long, warm beams that illuminated dust motes dancing in the air. The room was a mix of chatter and laughter, but as Johnathan raised his hands, a hush fell over the group. He stood at the front, his voice strong and encouraging.

“Teamwork and trust are everything,” he began, his gaze moving across each face in the room. “Without it, we’re only as strong as our weakest link. For this next event, we’re going to put that bond to the test. You’ll be venturing out again, but this time, paired with someone you’ve had limited interaction with. The goal is to build that connection, to push each other beyond what you think you’re capable of.”

I scanned the crowd, my eyes drifting over each familiar face. I searched for Robin, but he was nowhere to be found. I caught sight of Bob and his friends towards the back, smirking and whispering amongst themselves. My stomach twisted as I noted Robin’s absence. Where was he? The unsettling feeling crept back, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Bob and his crew had something to do with it. After what they’d done to me, it wasn’t far-fetched to think they’d found another target.

As Johnathan continued to explain the logistics of the next event, I slipped quietly out of the main part of the lodge, careful to avoid Bob’s line of sight. The cool morning air hit my face as I left the warmth of the room behind, a sense of urgency building as I stepped outside. I had to find Robin, and fast. I looked around at the surrounding trees as they swayed and the rustling of the leaves blowing across the lawn. He could be anywhere. I turned and headed back inside, determined to find Robin.

I slipped quietly into the kitchen, glancing around at the scene unfolding inside. The morning rush had passed, leaving just the lingering smells of fresh coffee and hot pancakes mingling in the air. The kitchen duty crew was tidying up, a few guys stacking plates, wiping down counters, and stowing away dishes. The soft clatter of utensils and running water filled the space, contrasting with the otherwise hushed surroundings.

Catching one man’s attention, I stepped closer and asked, “Hey, have you seen Robin?”

He paused, a dish in hand, then shrugged blankly. “Robin? Doesn’t ring a bell. Haven’t seen anyone by that name,” he mumbled, returning to his task without another thought.

I frowned, scanning the kitchen, hoping for any trace of him. Robin should’ve been easy to spot in his apron and those yellow rubber gloves, but he was nowhere to be found. Moving slowly through the kitchen, I checked every corner, beneath the countertops, and even behind the racks of kitchen utensils. The feeling of unease tightened in my chest. It wasn’t like Robin to miss a shift or vanish without a word.

As I headed to the far end of the kitchen, I spotted a back hallway tucked behind a stack of crates. It was narrow, dim, and quiet, almost as if it hadn’t been touched in ages. The usual bustle of the lodge felt miles away as I stepped into it, each of my footsteps echoing slightly against the cold tile floor. Shadows clung to the walls, and the overhead lights cast a faint yellow glow, flickering in some places.

A growing sense of worry urged me forward. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, that Robin wouldn’t just disappear without a reason.

A sudden, faint thud echoed down the hallway, followed by a low, muffled sound—almost like someone trying to speak. I froze, my heart racing as I strained to listen, and the noise repeated, coming from behind a closed door just a few steps away. My mind raced, filling with worry and a sense of dread. Was it Robin? I took a slow, cautious step toward the door, heart pounding as I reached for the knob, the cold metal under my fingers.

Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob carefully, easing the door open inch by inch. The dim light from the hallway spilled into the room, illuminating a shocking sight. There, on the floor, was Robin, stripped to his underwear, his body bound tightly in a hogtie. His hands, encased in those yellow rubber gloves, were pulled back and secured to his ankles, leaving him immobilized. Shiny black vinyl tape was wrapped tightly around his mouth, pressing over his lips and muting any attempts to speak.

“Mmm… Mmppph!” His eyes met mine, wide and pleading, as he struggled against the bonds, his muffled attempts at speech reaching me in faint, desperate tones. He wriggled slightly, but each movement only seemed to tighten the ropes. The panic and frustration in his eyes were unmistakable, and he seemed to be begging for help, though the tape muted every sound he made. “Mmmpph! Mmpphh!”

“Robin…” I murmured, realizing just how vulnerable he looked.

“Mmpph!” Robin’s eyes widened as he saw movement behind me, his muffled protests growing more desperate beneath the gag. “Mmm… Mmmpph! Mmm… Mmmppphh!” Suddenly, a strong hand clamped tightly over my mouth, silencing any chance to cry out. I tried to jerk away, but the grip held firm, and the familiar voice behind me chuckled lowly.

“Hello, Chloe,” Bob sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. I twisted against him, struggling, but before I could break free, two more sets of hands grabbed me, overpowering any attempt to resist.

Robin writhed on the floor, straining against the ropes that bound him, trying to shout through the tape over his mouth. His muffled pleas filled the room as he looked at me, his eyes reflecting both panic and helplessness.

Bob’s friends laughed, watching our futile struggles. “Aw, how sweet,” one of them taunted, his voice full of cruel amusement. “I think they like each other.”

Another of the men chuckled, leaning down close to Robin. “Think your boyfriend here’s going to save you?” he sneered, patting Robin’s gloved hand mockingly.

One of the men crouched down beside Robin, grinning as he tapped on the tape stretched over his mouth. “How’s that gag working out for you?” he taunted, giving Robin a condescending pat on the shoulder. “Not quite the fearless boyfriend type now, are you?”

“Mmmpph! Mmpphh!” Robin glared back, his muffled sounds caught beneath the layers of tape, each attempt at speech cut off before it could start. The man chuckled, amused by Robin’s helpless struggle.

Another voice came from behind me, cool and mocking. “You know what? I think it’s time we make sure you match, Chloe,” he said. The hand covering my mouth slowly slipped away, just as another man stretched out a length of that same shiny black vinyl tape, tearing off a piece with a loud snap. “Gag him!”

“Mmm… Mmmpph!” I tried to protest, words escaping as half-formed sounds, but before I could say anything more, the tape pressed against my lips. They wound it firmly around my mouth, each turn tighter than the last, sealing it snugly over my lips until even the faintest whisper was impossible. I tried again to speak, but it was muffled into silence. “Mmmpphh!”

“There we go,” Bob said with a sneer, stepping back to admire their work. “The two of you look perfect—two helpless little damsels, all gagged up with nowhere to go.”

Robin and I exchanged glances, bound and silenced, and their laughter echoed around us, amplifying the humiliation. “Aww, try to talk, go on,” another man teased, knowing full well our voices were trapped behind the tape. “We couldn’t quite understand you with those gags in your mouths.”

Two sets of strong hands gripped my biceps above my elbows, clamped onto my forearms as my arms were twisted, and my shirt was pulled off over my head. My arms were forced behind my back, my elbows bent unnaturally as one of the men gripped the waistband of my pants, his fingers working deftly to loosen my belt and unbutton and unzip my pants in one quick motion. I struggled, protesting into my gag as he slipped my pants down off my hips, pulling them down around my ankles into a heap on the floor.

One of the men grabbed the roll of tape, pulling my arms firmly behind my back. I tried to resist, but with a few quick, tight wraps around my wrists, I was rendered as helpless as Robin. The tape bit into my skin, each layer securing me further until there was no give.

“Look at you two,” Bob sneered as he placed me straddling over Robin’s bound hands, his mocking gaze traveling between us. “Quite the pair now, huh? Bound and gagged and absolutely helpless.” The others laughed, exchanging satisfied glances.

I felt Robin’s rubber-gloved hands brushing against my cock as I straddled over him, their slight movements a reminder that he was just as trapped as I was. He wriggled his fingers, the smooth gloves brushing up against my cock in a silent attempt at comfort, even as we both struggled against our bonds.

I flexed my hips, tugging against the bindings. Each thrust of my hips caused me to push my cock into Robbin’s hands and he lay helplessly hogtied beneath me. Much to the delight of our captors, I could feel my cock growing hard. “Mmmpph! Mmpphh!” We let out a chorus of muffled moans into our gags.

“Aww, what’s the matter?” one of the men mocked, crouching down close. “Not so talkative now, are we?” His laughter mingled with the others as they continued taunting us. “Enjoy the company,” he jeered, nudging me slightly, “you’re going to be like this for a while.”


To be continued…

[Boundngagged75]

Chapter 4; Part 6:
The men had left us stripped, bound and gagged, face to face, our naked bodies pressed close together, wrists lashed firmly behind our backs, and chests brushing against each other with every shallow breath. Tape circled tightly around our mouths, muffling every sound, and I could feel Robin’s breath warm and soft against my skin as he tried to speak through his own gag.

“Mmm… Mmmpph! Mmm… Mmpphh!” In an attempt to communicate, I leaned forward, brushing my taped lips gently against his, hoping the friction would loosen the bindings even a little. It was a strange, subtle dance, both of us pressing forward, trying to nudge our faces together just right to peel back the tape, every small movement bringing us closer. I felt the warmth of his skin under my own, every inch of our closeness heightening the intensity of the moment.

“Mmmpph! Mmpphh!” Robin’s muffled sounds vibrated against my mouth, and I replied, my own voice swallowed by the gag. The silence around us felt heavy, almost thick, broken only by the rustle of our movements as we strained against the ropes and tape. The room was dim and still, save for the slight creaks of our binds and our gentle, bound struggle. It dawned on me that there was something strangely thrilling about being tied up and so close to him, each muffled murmur sending a slight thrill through me, intensifying our connection in this silent, secret struggle.

We tugged against the ropes, our cocks doing battle as our bodies rubbed against one another, every pull against the ropes bringing the other’s sweaty body in closer.

Robin and I pressed our taped mouths together, attempting to peel the sticky layer back by sheer determination. The warmth of his skin, even through the tape, felt grounding, and each press of our lips felt like a silent exchange of words, urging each other to keep trying. We shifted closer, our bodies brushing as we struggled, muscles tensing and stretching as we twisted and tugged at the ropes binding our hands. I could feel his cock growing hard as he pushed it into me.

The ropes held firm, but we fought against them, trying to slip our fingers toward each other’s wrists, hoping to feel out the knots. We shuffled our feet, attempting to inch together, yet with our ankles bound, the simplest movement became a challenge. Every slight tilt or lean risked tipping us over as we pressed together, trying to keep our balance.

Our breathing grew more labored, and I felt every subtle movement as we shifted together, struggling in sync, leaning on each other for support in this mutual fight against the restraints.

Bound and gagged face to face, Robin and I shifted in careful, tiny steps, trying to coordinate our movements so that we could get through the doorway and into the hallway beyond. Every movement was challenging, our ropes tightening as they pulled us closer together. Our muffled grunts and strained breaths were caught by the tape covering our mouths, each sound swallowed by the material, making it feel like we were whispering only to each other. “Mmmpph!”

With our ankles tied, we had to rely on each other to keep from stumbling. Each step became a delicate negotiation as we leaned and twisted, inching forward. We finally reached the doorway, trying to push through, but as we did, our balance faltered, and we tumbled together. Robin landed on top of me, his weight pressing me down, pinning my shoulders as our eyes met. For a split second, the world around us fell silent. His face close, our lips, still bound by tape, brushed against each other in a moment that felt strangely intimate, our breaths mingling as we tried to regain our footing.

Suddenly, a faint shuffling sound broke through our shared focus, and hope sparked between us. Someone was nearby. Without hesitation, we both started yelling through our gags, desperate for our muffled sounds to reach whoever was out there. We strained against the tape, our voices muted but filled with urgency, each gagged cry overlapping with the other as we tried to make enough noise to be noticed, hoping against hope that help was within reach.

“Mmm… Mmpph! Mmm! Mmpphhh!” We let out a chorus of muffled moans. We tried to call out through the tape plastered over our mouths, but all we could manage were pitiful muffled grunts and groans. “Mmmph! Mmpphh!”

Two men rounded the corner and froze as they saw Robin on top of me, naked, the two of us bound together with ropes and our mouths gagged with shiny black tape. One of them cleared his throat, clearly startled by the strange scene before him.

“What happened here?” one of them asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

“Mmph! Mmm! Mmpphh!” Robin and I tried to answer, our muffled voices spilling out from behind the tape, but only faint, garbled sounds escaped. We exchanged an embarrassed glance, knowing how strange this must look, but relief washed over us as the men knelt down to inspect the ropes and knots binding us together. The humiliation sank in further as I felt their curious eyes on our naked bodies, lingering a little too long as they worked to untie us.

One by one, the knots loosened, and finally, the ropes fell away, freeing us. I could feel the tension in my muscles release, yet the embarrassment of being found like this was still hard to shake. Reaching up, I pinched the corner of the tape wrapped around Robin’s mouth, carefully peeling it back from his lips and unwinding it from his head. He did the same for me, his gaze intense and a little sheepish as he removed the tape.

“So, what happened here?” one of the men asked again, looking between us.

Before Robin could speak up, I quickly placed my hand over his mouth, cutting him off. “We were attacked,” I said, giving him a quick glance as I spoke. “We never saw who they were.”

The two men exchanged glances, their expressions skeptical as they looked between Robin and me. “Alright… we’ll leave you two to, uh, get dressed,” one of them said slowly, his tone a mix of doubt and awkwardness. With another exchange of raised eyebrows, they took a final glance down our naked bodies and turned and walked away, the sound of their footsteps fading down the hall.

My hand lingered over Robin’s mouth even after they’d gone, as if unsure whether to let the moment slip. Robin’s rubber-gloved hand moved up, pressing gently over mine, his eyes searching mine as he tried to speak. “Mmm.. Mmmpph… Mmm… Mmpphhh..” His words were muffled against my palm pressed firmly to his lips, a soft murmur that I could barely make out.

I took a breath and slowly removed my hand, letting it fall to my side. Robin looked at me, brows knitting with concern. “Why wouldn’t you let me tell them it was Bob and the others?” he asked softly.

I sighed, glancing away. “Because it was them, Robin… last night, they tied me up. They… they took photos and video,” I said, voice barely a whisper as the shame of it resurfaced. “They said they’d use it if I said anything.”

Robin’s expression darkened, a flash of anger in his eyes. “I had a feeling it was Bob and his crew after they tied me up and gagged me,” he muttered, his jaw clenched. He looked at me, searching my face. “I’m so sorry… I should have done something sooner.”

I took a shaky breath, feeling the weight of my past pressing down. “Robin… it’s not the first time this has happened,” I began, glancing down. “At the last retreat, I was kidnapped and tied up by a man named Doctor Coster… and the retreat leader, Jack… and another one of their men. They… bound and gagged me, and… humiliated me. It’s happened before. I just… I don’t understand why it keeps happening.”

Robin’s face softened as he listened, his eyes filled with empathy. He reached out, placing his rubber-gloved hand gently on my cheek, his thumb brushing across my skin. “You didn’t deserve any of that,” he said softly. “None of it was your fault. They’re the ones to blame, not you.”

“Robin…” I whispered, but he hushed me, placing his hand over my mouth. “Shhh…” he whispered. His touch was surprisingly comforting, grounding me in the moment.

As Robin’s gloved hand rested over my mouth, the smooth, slightly cool texture of the rubber pressed firmly yet gently against my lips, creating a strange mix of restraint and reassurance. The faint, slightly earthy scent of the gloves lingered close to my face, and with each slow, teasing movement, the material flexed and creased under his touch. The rubber’s subtle grip held my mouth in place, adding a thrilling tension to the moment.

Without a word, he backed me up against the wall, his eyes meeting mine as he leaned in. I felt his lips press softly against my neck, trailing down to my chest, each kiss slow and gentle. His hand stayed over my mouth, a quiet gesture that somehow made me feel safe, like he was protecting me in his own way.

When his lips moved from my neck down to my chest, I could feel the slight pressure of each kiss, warm and lingering, seeping through my shirt and sending a shiver along my skin. His gloved fingers traced just below my jaw, shifting slightly as he cupped my face and kept his other hand firmly over my mouth, as though silently telling me to stay quiet.

He laughed softly, his voice low and flirtatious. “Bet you’ve never had anyone shut you up quite like this, have you?” he teased, his words laced with a mischievous edge. “And here I thought you’d keep struggling.” His lips brushed my collarbone as he continued, “But I kind of like you like this… all quiet and held down. Maybe I should make a habit of it.”

Every kiss felt like a promise, his gloved hand maintaining control while his words pushed me deeper into a vulnerable, exhilarating state. His touch was gentle but possessive, and the rubber created a slight barrier, amplifying every sensation beneath his hand and lips.

All I could do was close my eyes and let myself be in that moment, my heart pounding as his warmth washed over me.

“Mmmpph!” I moaned aloud, muffled by the palm of his gloved hand pressed firmly against my lips as his other hand slipped down between my thighs, and with a quick, practiced motion his rubber gloved hand enclosed around my cock. “Mmm… Mmmpph..” I whimpered as his hand slowly slid up and down the shaft of my hard cock.

I could feel his cock, hard as well, pushing into me as he pinned me more firmly against the wall. His hand alternated between massaging by balls and stroking my cock. The feeling of the latex intensified everything.

Robin’s eyes sparkled with playful mischief as his gloved hand pressed over my mouth, keeping me silent. He leaned in close, his lips grazing my ear as he whispered, “You know, I think you have a thing for men in rubber gloves.” His hand began to move slowly, rubbing gentle circles, and he chuckled as he felt my body tense beneath his touch. “Look at you… I can feel how much you’re enjoying this,” he teased, voice low and full of suggestion. “Didn’t know you liked being at someone else’s mercy.”

He paused, his gloved hand stroking my hard cock as he leaned in, his voice taking on a darker edge. “Think I should keep you quiet more often, don’t you?”

But just then, we heard footsteps echoing down the hall, and Johnathan’s voice rang out, calling our names. Robin and I jumped, our eyes meeting in a flash of panic. In an instant, we pulled apart, grabbing at our clothes and quickly straightening up. We cast one last glance at each other, the thrill of the moment lingering in our expressions, before hurrying off in separate directions, hoping no one had seen.


To be continued…

[gag1195]

It's a shame these two keep getting interrupted! If only a good Samaritan would make sure they won't be disturbed for a decent chunk of time, with all the restraints they need!

[Boundngagged75]

It's a shame these two keep getting interrupted! If only a good Samaritan would make sure they won't be disturbed for a decent chunk of time, with all the restraints they need!

@gag1195 you’re right, I need to quit teasing with that but something tells me this isn’t the last of these two getting tied up

[Boundngagged75]

Chapter 4; Part 7:
As I closed the door to my room behind me, I leaned back against it, my heart still pounding from nearly getting caught with Robin. The adrenaline was still rushing through me, my pulse racing as I tried to catch my breath. The memory of his gloved hand pressed against my mouth, the thrill of being so close, and the intensity of our shared moment—it all left me both exhilarated and shaken.

But then, as the initial excitement faded, the anger bubbled up. The humiliation from earlier, of being bound and gagged by Bob and his friends, lingered. I replayed their mocking voices in my mind, taunting me and Robin, reducing us to objects of their amusement. They’d gone too far, thinking they could get away with it, thinking we’d just sit back and let them win.

No more. Enough was enough. My pulse steadied, replaced by a simmering resolve. Robin and I needed to take control, to show them we weren’t just passive victims. They had pushed us both to our limits, and it was time for payback. I made a silent promise to myself: we would find a way to get back at them, to turn the tables and make them understand exactly what it felt like to be at someone else’s mercy.

Moving quietly through the dim dormitory hallway of the lodge, I felt a heightened sense of purpose. Each step brought me closer to Robin’s room, where I knew our plan would take shape. The wood floor creaked faintly beneath me as I finally arrived at his door. I took a deep breath, raised my hand, and knocked softly.

The door opened, and there stood Robin, fully dressed but clearly surprised to see me. Before he could speak, I moved swiftly, pressing my hand over his mouth. His eyes widened but softened as he recognized my determination.

“Tonight is the night we get even with Bob and his friends,” I whispered, my voice steady and resolute, my hand firm but gentle against his lips. His gaze locked onto mine, and he nodded, the understanding clear between us.

“Meet me by the campfire tonight,” I continued, feeling his breath warm against my palm as he gave another silent nod. His hand found my hip, holding me with a sense of closeness that steadied us both.

I allowed my hand to linger over his mouth, a last quiet moment of shared resolve, then whispered, “I’ll find you later.”

Robin nodded, his hand still resting on my hip. I slowly released my hold, lowering my hand from his mouth as our eyes met one last time before I turned and slipped away, each step taking me closer to the plan we were ready to set in motion.

I moved through the lodge with purpose, retracing my steps back to the rear exit. The hallways were mostly empty, with only a quiet hum of voices coming from distant rooms. I slipped through the back door, feeling the cool air of the evening brush against my skin as I headed for one of the storage sheds tucked behind the lodge.

The shed door creaked open, and I stepped inside, quickly shutting it behind me. The dim light filtered through a single dusty window, illuminating shelves stacked with supplies: coiled ropes, tarps, tools, and bins filled with various equipment. A faint smell of sawdust and metal lingered in the air, grounding me as I glanced over the neatly organized rows.

I reached up, selecting several lengths of thick rope, feeling their rough texture in my hands, sturdy and promising. Next, I grabbed a roll of silver duct tape, followed by a second roll—black vinyl tape. I wanted to be prepared, so I picked up a few long cords coiled at the back of a shelf, knowing they’d come in handy. As I held these items, a surge of adrenaline rushed through me.

My thoughts flickered back to what Bob and his friends had done, the feeling of helplessness when they bound and gagged me, humiliating me without remorse. The memory felt raw, fueling the resolve now building inside me. Tonight, they’d learn what it felt like to be at the mercy of someone else, to be stripped of control.

With my supplies gathered, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what lay ahead. This wasn’t just about payback—it was about reclaiming my dignity and setting things right.

As I gripped the ropes tightly, a thrill ran through me as I pictured them bound just as they’d bound Robin and me. They’d be just as helpless, forced to see what it felt like to have their own freedom stripped away, unable to move or speak. I would tie them up the way they’d tied us, every knot tight, every inch secure.

Glancing around the shed, my eyes fell on a stack of soft cotton handkerchiefs. Perfect. They’d be useful as gags to silence their protests, or even as blindfolds to leave them in the dark, just as they’d left us.

I stuffed the ropes, handkerchiefs, and rolls of tape into a bag, careful not to let anything rattle. With one last look to make sure I hadn’t left any trace, I slipped out of the storage shed, the cool night air brushing over me. The lodge loomed quietly ahead, and I moved swiftly, heart pounding but focused, determined not to be seen. Tonight, they’d learn they’d messed with the wrong person.

Most importantly, I was getting back those photos and videos they were blackmailing me with.

— — —

The campfire crackled softly, casting long shadows over the group of men gathered around it. The flames licked up into the night air, their warm glow barely reaching the edge of the clearing, where darkness encroached. Above, the full moon bathed the surrounding trees in a cool, silvery light, giving the whole scene a quiet intensity. A gentle breeze rustled the branches, and the scent of pine mingled with the smoke, heightening the air of anticipation.

Johnathan’s voice cut through the fire’s murmur as he spoke, his tone measured and commanding. “Tonight, we test our endurance, our self-reliance. The scavenger hunt through these woods will challenge you in ways you don’t expect. Remember, trust in yourselves and in each other.” He paused, letting his words settle over the group, his gaze moving from face to face as he emphasized the importance of teamwork.

My heart hammered as I watched the men, knowing they had no idea what was coming. I spotted Robin across the fire and, taking a deep breath, circled around the group until I reached him. As I approached, he caught my eye and gave a subtle nod.

“Hey, Robin,” I whispered, keeping my tone casual. “Can we talk… privately?” He raised an eyebrow but nodded, curious, and quietly slipped away from the group, following me deeper into the shadows of the woods.

Once we were out of earshot, I stopped by a tree where I had stashed my supplies earlier. With a grin, I reached down, pulled out the bag, and opened it to reveal the coils of rope, the roll of duct tape, the glossy black vinyl tape, and the cotton handkerchiefs.

Robin’s eyes widened, and he let out a low chuckle. “You came prepared,” he whispered, his voice tinged with admiration.

I looked up at him, feeling a thrill at our shared plan. “Tonight, they’re going to get a taste of their own medicine.”

As the fire crackled low, Johnathan addressed the group one last time. “Remember, rely on your instincts and each other. This is about pushing your limits, not just physically but mentally. Stay safe, and good luck.” He clapped his hands together with a firm nod, and one by one, the men began to peel off, heading into the darkness of the trees for the scavenger hunt.

Robin and I lingered near the edge of the firelight, watching as the first of Bob’s friends, oblivious to what awaited him, disappeared into the shadows.

Robin turned to me, his voice barely above a whisper. “So… we’re following him, right? What’s the plan?”

I felt a smirk tug at my lips. “We’ll follow him until we’re far enough from camp. Once he’s isolated, we’ll have to… keep him quiet. I’ll tie him up, but we’ll need to gag him first. Think you can hold him down? Keep your hand over his mouth while I handle the ropes?”

Robin’s brow furrowed. “A lot could go wrong here. What if he sees us coming? Or worse, what if someone else hears him yell for help?”

“We’ll be careful,” I assured him, my gaze fixed on the dark path where our target had vanished. “We just need to follow him deep enough into the woods, so there’s no chance of him being heard. Once we have him… we’ll keep him quiet.” I held up the bag with the ropes and tape, letting Robin see just how prepared I was. “We’ll just have to make sure we gag him before he can call for help.”

He took a breath, considering. “And what then? After we’ve got him tied up and gagged?”

“We’ll have to snatch the others too. Quietly.” I gave him a determined look. “Once we’ve got all of them bound and gagged, we can make sure they get a taste of what they put us through. And—most importantly—I’ll be able to get back the photos and video they’re holding over me.”

Robin nodded, his jaw set with resolve. “Alright then. Let’s get some payback.”

The dense woods closed around us, only faint moonlight filtering through the canopy, casting long shadows as Robin and I moved silently, tracking our target. We stayed far enough back to avoid his notice, yet close enough to keep him in sight. Every step was precise; we avoided brittle branches, each footfall carefully placed on soft patches of soil to muffle our presence.

Suddenly, the man slowed, glancing around as though sensing something. Robin and I instantly ducked behind a thick tree trunk, breaths held. I wrapped my arm around Robin, clamping my hand over his mouth to keep him silent, feeling his warm breath steady under my palm as we waited. My grip was tight, securing us both as we pressed into the shadows. The man lingered for a moment, then continued forward, vanishing further into the undergrowth.

With a faint exhale, I leaned close to Robin’s ear and whispered, “We’re ready. Let’s split up so you can circle ahead and ambush him. Take him down and keep him quiet—I’ll be right behind you with the tape and gag.”

Robin nodded, his gaze steady. As I slowly released his mouth, he gave a quick, reassuring squeeze to my arm. “Be careful,” he whispered, his tone full of quiet intensity.

“You too,” I replied, our eyes meeting in a shared understanding of what we were about to do.

We parted silently, melting into the darkness in opposite directions, each of us concealed by the shadows, ready to close in and finally get our payback.

Circling around to the outer edge of our path, I scanned the dark forest, my eyes straining against the dim light filtering through the trees. The man we’d been following had vanished into the dense shadows, and, alarmingly, Robin was nowhere in sight either. A wave of unease settled over me as I realized things weren’t going as planned. I needed to find Robin before he attempted to take the man down on his own—and before we lost our target completely.

I quickened my pace, weaving carefully between trees and ducking under low-hanging branches. The woods were silent but alive, filled with the quiet rustle of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl. Faint moonlight created patches of light on the forest floor, casting eerie shadows that seemed to shift with every step. I moved quietly, alert for any sound—footsteps, a branch snapping, even a muffled voice—but all I could hear was the ambient pulse of the forest.

Finally, I paused, crouching behind a thick tree trunk to catch my breath and orient myself. My heart was pounding, partly from the exertion but mostly from nerves. I hadn’t expected the woods to feel this isolating, or the sense of control to slip away so quickly. Where was Robin? Where was the man we’d been following? The silence seemed to close in, amplifying the tension with each passing second.

I scanned the dark expanse around me, forcing myself to breathe slowly and calm my racing thoughts. This was the perfect opportunity for our plan; we couldn’t let it fall apart now. I just had to stay focused, find Robin, and regroup before anything else went awry.

Moving deeper into the woods, I felt the rising disorientation of being truly lost. Every tree looked identical in the dim light, and I had no clue where Robin or the man we’d been trailing had gone. I paused, straining my ears, but all I could hear was the whisper of leaves and distant animal calls. The silence felt thick, almost unnatural, pressing down around me.

Then, out of nowhere, I heard it—a faint, muffled whimper, followed by the sounds of a struggle. My heart seized. I imagined Robin wrestling the man to the ground, his hand clamped tightly over the man’s mouth, keeping him silent while I rushed to help, gagging the man to keep him from calling to help. But then another thought struck me—what if the tables had turned? What if Robin had been overpowered, if he was the one now bound, gagged, and helpless, leaving our plan in shambles?

Desperation kicked in, fueling me as I hurried through the trees, ducking branches and stumbling over roots. The faint noise seemed to grow louder, and then I saw it—a glow, dim but unmistakable, flickering through the trees. It looked almost like firelight. Driven by a mix of dread and hope, I ran toward it, branches snagging at my clothes, my pulse racing faster with each step.

I burst through a clearing in the woods, skidding to a halt at the sight before me. A small campfire flickered in the center, casting an eerie glow over a bizarre, twisted scene. On the ground in front of the fire were Bob and his two friends, stripped of their clothes, their hands and feet bound tightly with ropes. Each one had a bright pink ball gag strapped into their mouths, eyes wide as they struggled, trying desperately to call out, but all I heard were muffled groans and pleas.

Nearby, two figures were tying up the man Robin and I had been following. One of them held him firmly, hand clamped over his mouth, while the other expertly worked the ropes, binding his naked body—his wrists and ankles with practiced precision. They moved in sync, methodical and efficient, as if they’d done this countless times. With one final pull, they strapped a ball gag into his mouth, buckling it by the leather straps behind his head and silencing him as he joined his companions on the ground.

As I watched, paralyzed, they finally took notice of me, turning slowly to face me. My heart plummeted when I heard a low, mocking laugh.

“Well, well…” came a familiar, taunting voice. “Is that really you?”

Out of the shadows stepped Dr. Coster, a twisted smirk spread across his face as he took me in.


To be continued…

[blackbound]

Gasp! Yet another twist. You still have time to run, or having been Chloe will be the least of your worries!

[Boundngagged75]

Gasp! Yet another twist. You still have time to run, or having been Chloe will be the least of your worries!

@blackbound how quickly our hero forgot the kidnappers from the previous Retreat were still lurking around out there. He can’t help but keep getting himself kidnapped

[gag1195]

Definitely need to find a new place to do this men's retreat....

[Boundngagged75]

Definitely need to find a new place to do this men's retreat....

@gag1195 OR… it’s the perfect place to hold a retreat because all of the men keep getting tied up and gagged

[Boundngagged75]

Chapter 4; Part 8:
The campfire flickered, casting shadows that danced across the clearing. The quiet sounds of the forest—crickets chirping, a soft rustle of leaves, and the crackle of burning wood—contrasted sharply with the low grunts and muffled struggles of the men bound on the ground. Bob and his three friends sat helplessly, naked and vulnerable, their wrists and ankles tied tightly. Bright pink ball gags filled their mouths, stretching their jaws uncomfortably, forcing every sound to escape as a muffled, frustrated moan. They strained against the ropes, muscles tense as they tried to wriggle free, each movement accompanied by the creak of ropes and the muffled thump of bodies shifting against the forest floor.

Dr. Coster stepped closer, his gaze sharp, savoring the moment. “Well, well,” he drawled, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “We never expected to see you again… not after last time. But here you are, back for more. Couldn’t stay away, could you?” His grin was as unsettling as I remembered, sending a chill down my spine.

I took a shaky breath, my eyes darting between him and the bound, gagged men on the ground. Their muffled pleas for help tugged at me, yet I felt rooted in place, held by Coster’s gaze and the mocking smirk of his companion. The second man circled around me, his eyes cold, appraising, as though deciding exactly how much of my fear he wanted to draw out.

“You must’ve really enjoyed this last time,” Dr. Coster taunted, leaning in as his companion let out a soft, dark chuckle. “Bound, gagged… humiliated. Why else would you come all the way out here?”

I swallowed, feeling my pulse pounding in my ears, torn between fear and rage. Where was Robin? Had they overpowered him, tied him up as they had these men, leaving him struggling and gagged somewhere in the darkness? Every thought seemed to blur, my mind racing as I tried to ignore the tightening knot of dread in my stomach.

My eyes locked onto Dr. Coster, standing smugly in front of me, his dark gaze intense as he relished every second of this twisted reunion. I barely registered the second man moving behind me until I felt him roughly yank my bag off my shoulder. He unzipped it with deliberate slowness, his eyes widening at the stash inside: coils of rope, rolls of tape, and neatly folded handkerchiefs. He pulled each item out with a mocking smile.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” he sneered, holding up the ropes. “Planning on tying up and gagging a whole lot of men out here, weren’t you?” He let out a low chuckle. “Or maybe…” he paused, leaning close, voice dropping to a whisper, “you were hoping someone might do the honors for you?”

Behind him, Bob and his friends squirmed against the ropes that held them, their muffled groans turning desperate. They thrashed, their ball-gagged protests punctuating the forest air with guttural, helpless sounds. Their faces twisted in confusion and frustration, utterly trapped and unable to make sense of what was happening.

Dr. Coster’s eyes gleamed as he continued, his voice oily and taunting. “You know,” he said, glancing at the bound men on the ground, “I’ve been thinking about you ever since our last encounter. We had so much fun back then. I’m glad you decided to come back for another round.”

Bob and the others shot each other bewildered glances, perplexed, their gagged voices slipping into hushed whimpers. They shifted against their bonds, unable to mask their alarm as Coster continued, speaking to them now, his tone drenched in amusement.

“You see,” he drawled, “our friend here has quite a history of being kidnapped, stripped down, and bound and gagged right alongside other men who fall into the same trap. Naked, roped up, gagged… it’s practically tradition by now.”

I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to respond, refusing to give him the satisfaction. I stood silently, keeping my gaze hard and defiant, meeting Coster’s eyes without a single word. Inside, though, my pulse was racing, my mind scrambling for any hint of a plan.

I could feel the man’s presence close behind me, his breath warm against the back of my neck as he took his time before acting. Dr. Coster’s mocking words sliced through the silence, his voice both sickeningly sweet and sharp as a knife.

“Oh, perhaps we should make this a little more comfortable for you,” he sneered. “After all, you seemed to enjoy yourself so much last time, didn’t you? Maybe you can join your friends here. You looked so… fitting with that pretty pink ball gag in your mouth.” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low whisper that crawled up my spine. “Don’t you remember?”

Before I could so much as take a breath, the man behind me clamped down on my arms, forcing them behind my back with a brutal grip. His hands pressed hard against my wrists, holding them firmly together, and I knew there was no use struggling — his hold was too strong, and resistance would only exhaust me faster. Then, he brought one of his hands up, fingers splayed, and pressed it firmly over my mouth, silencing any potential protest.

Dr. Coster continued his taunts, circling around to face me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he took in the sight of me, now held captive once again. “Oh, look at you, already falling into place. I’ll bet you’re just aching to join your friends here.” He gestured to the four men bound and gagged on the ground, who watched, helpless and bewildered, as the scene unfolded. “After all, they could use the company… and we both know you look best when you’re silent.”

“Mmmpph!” I protested, but it was reduced to a muffled grunt by the palm of my assailant’s hand pressed firmly against my lips.

His gaze drifted lazily over me, savoring the control he held, while I stood, trapped in the iron grip of his accomplice, the hand over my mouth a stifling reminder of just how little power I had left in this moment.

Dr. Coster’s smirk widened as he reached into my bag, pulling out one of the soft cotton handkerchiefs I had brought, unfolding and smoothing it between his hands with practiced ease. He glanced up, his eyes narrowing, that smug look all too familiar. “Brings back memories, doesn’t it?” he taunted, beginning to fold the handkerchief into a tight band. “Last time we found ourselves out here in the woods, you put on quite the show. And whatever happened to that little boyfriend of yours?” He tilted his head, amusement gleaming in his eyes.

“Mmmph! Mmm.. Mmpphh!” I tried to snap back, my voice straining against the pressure of the hand clamped over my mouth. My defiant attempt to speak only emerged as muffled, unintelligible sounds, but the fire in my eyes must’ve spoken for me.

“Oh, I see that spark,” he said with a mockingly soft chuckle. “But don’t you worry. I’m sure you’ll have just as much fun with your new boyfriends here. I’ve got big plans for you now.” He gave the handkerchief an extra firm fold, his voice turning condescending. “And since you’re so eager to be gagged again, I’d hate to keep you waiting.”

With a slight nod to his accomplice, the hand holding my mouth shut slipped away, leaving me just a moment to draw a breath before Dr. Coster pressed the handkerchief against my lips. He guided it between my lips, pulling it taut as it muffled any attempt to speak, silencing me. The fabric felt thick, stuffing my mouth in a way that swallowed my words before they even had a chance to form.

“There we are,” he cooed, tying it snugly at the back of my head and watching as I instinctively tried to twist away. “Don’t you just love that?” he teased, tugging on the fabric slightly to make sure it was secure. “I know you have a thing for being gagged. It suits you.”

I pressed my lips tightly together, feeling the fabric of the handkerchief firm against my mouth, my attempts to grunt or protest coming out as little more than muffled sounds. Dr. Coster chuckled, clearly enjoying every bit of my frustration. He reached back into the bag and pulled out a roll of silver duct tape, holding it up as he gave me a look of smug amusement.

“Just like old times, isn’t it?” he taunted, stretching the tape from the roll with a slow, deliberate motion. The sticky sound filled the quiet night air, sharp and distinct, each inch stretching in an unhurried strip. He tore off a piece with a swift snap, his eyes never leaving mine as he leaned in close.

With exaggerated precision, he pressed the tape down over my gagged lips, the adhesive cool against my skin, smoothing it slightly slanted from one corner of my mouth to the opposite side. I could feel the pressure, the tape holding the cloth even more firmly in place, amplifying the muffling effect.

He took a step back, tilting his head to examine his work. “There we go. But let’s make it perfect,” he sneered, tearing off another strip with that same sharp rip of adhesive. He pressed it over my mouth on the opposite slant, forming an “X” across my lips. “Just perfect,” he said, his voice mocking as he smoothed it down, sealing my protests behind layers of gag and tape.

Bound and silenced, I could only glare up at him, the weight of his taunts and my own helplessness sinking in as he surveyed me with satisfaction.

Doctor Coster looked down at me with a gleam of sadistic satisfaction. He turned to the man standing behind me, nodding as he said, “Let’s get him like the others.” The man loosened his grip, letting my arms drop as he stepped to the side, a smug grin on his face as he joined in on the taunting.

He stepped close, his eyes meeting mine with a warm intensity as his hands reached for the hem of my shirt. Slowly, he lifted it, his fingers brushing gently along my sides as he pulled it over my head, letting it fall to the ground. A slight smile played on his lips as he took in the sight of me, his hands moving with a familiar ease as they found my belt.

He carefully loosened it, the metal of the buckle making a soft clinking sound as he unfastened it, then moved to the button of my pants. His fingers worked deftly, a tender steadiness in every touch. As he slid the zipper down, his gaze never wavered from mine, menacing and inviting all at once.

Coster’s voice was thick with mockery as he continued. “Doesn’t this feel familiar? Think back… what comes next?” He paused, his eyes meeting mine with a glint of wicked anticipation. “Oh, yes,” he whispered, drawing it out slowly, savoring my discomfort.

Kneeling slightly, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband, helping me ease the pants down my hips and guiding them over my legs. With gentle hands, he guided them down, letting them pool at my feet before his hands drifted back up, lingering in a way that felt both grounding and exhilarating.

The other man chimed in, chuckling. “I’d say it’s like a little homecoming for you, isn’t it?” he sneered, glancing down at the bag of ropes and tape. “Seems you’ve got a taste for it now. What did you think you were going to do out here all on your own?”

Meanwhile, on the ground nearby, Bob and his friends squirmed helplessly in the flickering glow of the campfire, each one naked, bound, and silenced by the bright pink ball gags strapped tightly in their mouths. Their muffled grunts and frustrated thrashing only emphasized their vulnerability as they strained against the ropes binding their wrists and ankles. Their wide, confused eyes darted between Coster, me, and each other, unable to do anything but struggle and mumble into their gags.

Doctor Coster’s voice was almost soft as he leaned in again, taunting, “Not that you have much say in the matter.”

My body tensed as Doctor Coster’s fingers curled around the waistband of my underwear, and he slowly began to slide them down off my hips, my cock exposed to the cool night’s air.

“Mmmm…” Doctor Coster murmured, biting his lower lip as his gaze fixated on my cock hanging between my thighs. “Now there is something I could never forget.”


To be continued…

[gag1195]

At least Bob and the others are also getting a taste of their own medicine!

[Boundngagged75]

At least Bob and the others are also getting a taste of their own medicine!

@gag1195 nobody is safe from getting tied up at this Retreat

[Boundngagged75]

Chapter 4; Part 9:
Doctor Coster reached into the bag and pulled out a long length of rope, tossing it to the other man with a smirk. The man caught it easily, and without a moment’s hesitation, he grabbed my wrists, pulling them firmly behind my back. I felt the rough fibers of the rope loop around my wrists, snugly binding them together as he slowly and methodically tightened the knots.

Coster watched with a twisted smile, his eyes alight with amusement. “Look at you,” he sneered, “back in ropes, bound and gagged, right where you belong. Not so bold now, are we?”

The other man chimed in, giving the ropes around my wrists an extra tug. “Seems like you were almost waiting for this, coming here with all that rope and tape,” he taunted, leaning in close. “You’ve got no one to blame but yourself.”

“Mmmpph!” I grunted into the gag, feeling the cloth press against my lips, held tightly in place by the tape stretched across my mouth. The sensation was all too familiar, bringing a sense of helplessness but also steeling my resolve. I knew I had to stay calm. Robin couldn’t be far—he had to realize something was wrong and come looking. I just had to hold on, to buy time.

As I glanced over at Bob and his friends, a brief flicker of satisfaction crossed my mind seeing them taste the humiliation they’d put Robin and me through. Struggling helplessly on the ground, their bodies bare, their mouths silenced by those bright pink ball gags… They were paying for their own cruelty now. Yet, in their wide, darting eyes, I could see the fear beneath the bindings. Whatever rivalry or payback I had imagined, I never wanted to see them terrified like this.

Doctor Coster and the other man yanked me over toward a large tree, pushing my bare back against the rough bark. The cool night air prickled against my skin as I felt the coarse bark press uncomfortably against me. The other man looped a thick rope around my waist, pulling it tight, securing me firmly against the tree. Each tug brought the bark digging into my skin, creating an unyielding grip as they wrapped more rope around my chest and stomach, pinning my arms and body in place.

Doctor Coster chuckled as he worked, running the rope over my shoulders and under my arms, cinching each knot with a ruthless precision. “There you go,” he taunted, smirking as he stood back, admiring his work. “Nice and snug, just like old times, huh? Bound and gagged, right where you can’t get in anyone’s way.”

The other man gave a final, hard tug on the ropes around my waist, testing their tightness. I groaned, the cloth pressing deep against my lips beneath the duct tape as I protested, muffled and useless.

“Aw, you’ve still got some fight left,” Doctor Coster sneered, leaning in close. “Too bad you’re not going anywhere. Stay put, and we’ll be back once we see if there’s anyone else who needs a little… guidance.”

Panic surged through me at their words. I instantly thought of Robin, alone somewhere out in the woods, unaware of what had happened. I struggled against the ropes, letting out muffled cries of warning, desperate to get their attention, but it only fueled their amusement. “Mmmpph! Mmppphh!”

The other man laughed, tugging at the ropes on my arms, making sure each knot held firm. “Looks like someone’s worried about their little friend. Don’t worry—we’ll make sure he joins you soon enough.” He gave the final rope an extra yank, locking me in place, before they both stepped back.

They exchanged smug glances and headed out into the darkness, leaving me bound to the tree. I strained against the ropes, muscles tensed, but there was no give. As the fire flickered nearby, casting faint light over the clearing, I looked at Bob and the others. Their bound forms struggled on the ground, their muffled grunts echoing through the trees as they twisted and tried to communicate.

I looked at each of them, trying to signal, straining to say anything against the tight gag. But every noise was swallowed by the thick handkerchief and the tape holding it in place, leaving only faint, muffled murmurs. We were isolated in silence, each of us helpless and gagged, with no way to call out for help.

I twisted against the ropes binding me tightly to the rough tree, my bare shoulders scraping against the bark as I pulled and squirmed, hoping for even the slightest bit of slack. Each movement pressed the handkerchief deeper against my lips, muffling my frustrated grunts beneath the tight, overlapping layers of duct tape. Across the clearing, I could see the other men on the ground, bound as securely as I was, their eyes wide and their muffled sounds rising sporadically as they struggled, the bright pink ball gags stretched tightly between their teeth. The flickering fire cast an eerie glow, highlighting their helpless forms against the forest shadows.

Suddenly, a firm hand settled on my shoulder, and I tensed, heart racing as panic surged through me. I struggled violently, convinced one of the kidnappers had returned, but then another hand clamped gently over my gagged mouth, and a familiar voice whispered urgently into my ear, “Don’t make a sound—it’s me.” Robin.

“Mmm.. Mmmpph!” Relief flooded through me as I tried to speak, my excited words barely escaping as muffled noises beneath the gag. “Mmmpph! Mmppphh!” Robin leaned close, understanding, and carefully peeled the tape away from my mouth, wincing slightly as it pulled at my skin. Finally, he removed the handkerchief, and I gasped, drawing in a deep breath.

“What happened?” he whispered, looking at me with a mix of concern and urgency.

I nodded toward the men bound on the ground. “It’s Doctor Coster. He and his men—they’re back. They overpowered me, gagged me again. And they did the same to those four,” I said, glancing anxiously around the clearing, my voice shaking. “They’re just as twisted as before.”

Robin’s expression hardened as he glanced around. “I need to untie you.”

“No,” I replied urgently. “There’s no time. They could come back any second. You need to go before they see you.” I swallowed, feeling the tension in my voice. “Put the gag back in my mouth. Make it look like I’m still helpless. We can’t risk them knowing you were here.”

Robin hesitated, brow furrowing. “Are you sure?”

I gave him a determined nod, forcing a small, brave smile. “It’s the only way. Please.”

Reluctantly, he picked up the handkerchief again and gently pressed it back over my lips, his fingers lingering as he tucked it securely between my teeth. He reached for the duct tape and slowly smoothed it back across my mouth, sealing it firmly. His eyes met mine, full of unspoken words, and he leaned close, pressing a soft kiss to my taped lips. “Stay strong. I’ll be nearby—I promise,” he whispered.

“Mmm… Mmppphh..” I nodded. With one last look, he disappeared into the darkness, leaving me bound and gagged once more, but somehow, knowing he was out there made the ropes feel just a little less tight.

I twisted my wrists against the rough, coarse ropes binding them behind my back, feeling the fibers bite into my skin. Pressing them firmly against the jagged bark of the tree, I began to grind the ropes back and forth, desperation fueling my movements. Each scrape sent vibrations through the ropes, and though it was painful, I could feel the faintest bit of resistance weakening. I kept at it, sweat dripping down my forehead, my breathing labored as I strained against the bonds.

The other men on the ground caught my attention, their muffled moans and grunts cutting through the night. They writhed in vain, their naked bodies glinting in the flickering firelight, muscles tensing as they pulled against their bindings. The bright pink ballgags stretched tightly between their lips silenced any coherent sound, their heads tossing from side to side as they fought futilely. They were as helpless as I was, but their struggle fueled my determination.

I pressed my body closer to the tree, feeling the rough bark dig into my bare skin, and rubbed the ropes harder against it. Each pull sent a jolt through my arms, but I couldn’t stop. Urgency clawed at me. The kidnappers could return at any moment, and I had to free myself—had to. The ropes began to fray, tiny strands breaking loose with each movement. My breath came in sharp gasps as I pushed through the pain, refusing to give up.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I felt the tension in the ropes give way. My wrists slipped free, the frayed ends of the bindings falling limp against the tree. Relief flooded through me, but there was no time to savor it. I reached down with trembling hands, fumbling at the ropes still holding my torso and legs to the tree.

The knots were tight, digging into my skin, and my fingers struggled to find purchase. I pulled and twisted, the urgency driving me forward despite the strain. Slowly, I managed to loosen one binding, then another, until the last of the ropes fell away. I collapsed to the ground, my body aching and raw, but free. For a moment, I stayed there, catching my breath, the sound of the other men’s muffled struggles still ringing in my ears. I knew I couldn’t rest for long—I had to act.

I pinched the corner of the duct tape sealing my lips, feeling its stubborn grip on my skin. Slowly, I peeled it back, the adhesive pulling uncomfortably until it finally released with a soft ripping sound. The cloth gag was still wedged in my mouth, its damp fabric clinging to my tongue and teeth. I grabbed its edge and pulled it free, letting it dangle loosely around my lips. For a moment, I savored the cool night air filling my lungs, but there was no time to waste.

I stumbled over to the closest man lying on the ground, his naked body bound tightly with ropes. His chest heaved as he tried to speak, muffled grunts escaping from behind the bright pink ballgag strapped tightly between his teeth. His eyes were wide with desperation, pleading for help as he shook his head, the gag stretching the corners of his mouth painfully.

“I’m going to take this gag off, okay?” I said, my voice hoarse but firm. “Just hold still.”

“Mmmpph! Mmppphh!” He nodded vigorously, his muffled protests becoming more urgent. Reaching out, I slipped my fingers behind the strap of the gag, feeling the tension as it pressed into his cheeks. I worked the buckle free and carefully eased the rubber ball from his mouth. It came out with a soft pop, a thin line of saliva connecting it to his lips before breaking away. He gasped and coughed, his jaw working to ease the ache from being held open for so long.

“Thank you,” he rasped, his voice shaky. “Please, you have to untie me. What’s going on? Where are those psychos?”

“I’m working on it,” I said, glancing at the ropes that bound him. They were tightly knotted, digging into his wrists and ankles. “Just hang on. I’ll get these off you in a minute.”

“Mmm.. Mmmpph! Mmm.. Mmppphh!” The other men on the ground moaned and struggled harder, their muffled pleas growing louder. I turned to see their wide, imploring eyes locked on me, the pink ballgags still silencing their cries for help. They writhed against their bindings, their bodies squirming in frustration as they fought to get my attention.

“Mmph!? Mmmpph!” one of them managed to grunt through the gag, his voice barely discernible.

“I’ll get to you!” I called out, panic creeping into my voice. “Just hang tight!”

Returning my focus to the man before me, I began examining the ropes. My fingers trembled as I worked to loosen the knots, trying to free him as quickly as possible. My heart pounded as the reality of the situation set in—there was so much to do, and so little time.

I crouched beside the man, my hands trembling as I tugged at the ropes biting into his wrists. The coarse fibers were tightly knotted, and the strain of my effort was making my fingers ache. He winced as I tried to loosen them, his freed jaw opening to speak.

“Please, hurry—” he started, but before he could say more, a voice cut through the quiet of the woods, calm but dripping with menace.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

The words froze me in place. My blood ran cold as I recognized the voice. Slowly, I lifted my head and looked toward the tree line. From the shadows, illuminated faintly by the flickering campfire, stepped Doctor Coster. His figure was calm and composed, his sharp features twisted into an amused smirk.

My stomach dropped when I saw the second figure emerging behind him—the other kidnapper. His large hand was clamped tightly over Robin’s mouth, muffling any sound he tried to make. Robin’s eyes were wide, his struggles subdued by the man’s firm grip and the ropes already binding his wrists behind his back.

“Ah, I see you’ve been busy,” Doctor Coster said, his tone mocking as he gestured toward me and the man I was attempting to untie. “But I told you to stay put. It seems you just can’t follow simple instructions, can you?”

I scrambled to my feet, my heart pounding as I glanced between Doctor Coster and the kidnapper holding Robin. The man’s hand remained over Robin’s mouth, his fingers pressing into his cheeks to keep him silent. Robin’s muffled protests were desperate, but the kidnapper only tightened his hold, leaning in to whisper something cruelly in his ear before looking back at me with a smug grin.

“Caught your little boyfriend sneaking around,” Doctor Coster continued, his eyes narrowing as he studied me. “You just couldn’t wait to play hero, could you?”

The man I had been untying began to squirm on the ground, his fear palpable as he stared at the two kidnappers. The other gagged men moaned helplessly, their muffled cries filling the tense silence.

“Well,” Doctor Coster said, clapping his hands together softly. “Since you’re so eager to get involved, I think we’ll make sure you have a front-row seat for what’s coming next.”

“Mmmpph! Mmpphh!” Robin thrashed again, his muffled voice rising in panic, but the kidnapper holding him only chuckled darkly. I felt my throat tighten, fear and anger swirling inside me as I tried to think of a way out, knowing we were now at their mercy.


To be continued…

[gag1195]

Had to know it wouldn't be that easy! But I applaud the heroic effort of Robin! Let's see what the "good" doctor has planned for his patients!

[blackbound]

At this point they've moved beyond clumsy/naive/dumb and into deliberate.

[Boundngagged75]

Had to know it wouldn't be that easy! But I applaud the heroic effort of Robin! Let's see what the "good" doctor has planned for his patients!

@gag1195 these guys just can’t seem to stay out of trouble Let’s see what happens next.

[Boundngagged75]

At this point they've moved beyond clumsy/naive/dumb and into deliberate.

@blackbound they definitely are trying to get kidnapped at this point! lol Who can blame them?