YourCaptor's captives: Jake (m\m)

[YourCaptor75]

When I was very young I had a speech impediment. Minor, hardly noticeable. But my father decided to put it to rest. One day, asked him for one of his shirts to wear. I loved how they flopped loosely over me, and how it was like carrying a piece of him. Well I couldn't say shirt properly. His solution was to put me in a headlock and not let me go until I did things properly. This laid the impression early and strongly that the clever application of leverage was all one needed to stimulate growth. It's not really any wonder scenes of men physically restrained held such intense focus in my young mind...

Flash forward about ten years, and I am a tall, thin, deceptively strong blond lad who usually stays to himself. My parents tried to find me places where I could hang out with people my age, and I had two major influences; karate, and church. Between my father the veteran, the hierarchical structure of a dojo, and the emphasis of moral codes within churches, it wasn't surprising that I became rigid, with an extremely demanding personal code of conduct. That's why me and Jake were trusted to be alone cleaning up the church. I had additional plans in mind.

Jake was an all-american; about a year younger than me, he was universally liked, hard working, handsome with a chiseled physique, talent in football and music, and a fairly level head on his shoulders. But yet I had noticed that Jake treated me like a white belt might treat a black belt, or a private might treat a lieutenant. It didn't hurt that I was a martial artist about a foot taller than him, but there was something very genuine, not fearful.

We finished up cleaning and I pulled him aside, into a hallway upstairs. He dutifully followed, not sure what was in my bag. "So we've been talking for a while about faith, and...I wanted to give you an example of what that looks like." I said, trying to hold back the adrenaline. He merely nodded. It was true; I always had a knack for studying religion and would occasionally help guide some of the hooligans back into good standing. Jake wasn't like that, however. But in the back of his mind, I could tell there were doubts, searching. He wanted something real and concrete. So, I finally decided to test the lesson my father taught me.

"So...faith is about doing something when you can't necessarily see "the end result, or waiting and hoping when you can't do anything."
"Makes sense."
"So...I'm gonna tie you up."

Jake smirked with a nervous snort-laugh, eyes gradually widening in surprise. "Ok." he half asked, half stated.
At this point, my whole system is running on all cylinders. I blindfold him first, reiterating that sometimes in life, you won't know what's ahead of you. He gave another of his half-hearted responses. "Take your shirt off." I said plainly.

I'll never forget how his hands immediately lifted up in obedience, then paused only after he had begun. I could see the gears grinding in his head, but he stayed quiet, and eventually finished his task, tossing his orange football team t-shirt off to the side. I could tell a shift had already begun. He felt the vulnerability, the uncertainty; he had become exactly as destabilized as I hoped. I took a long piece of cloth and tied his wrists behind his back.

After a moment, he sighed, and disgruntled, said "I feel like I'm getting hogtied." I laughed at the unexpected but welcome moment of levity. Then, I gently pushed him onto is knees and bound his ankles. "Oh, I AM getting hogtied!" At this we shared a laugh. Jake was showing me a lot of trust, and I felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility and protectiveness for him.

"Yeah, hogtied. Cause sometimes you want to go somewhere, but faith is telling you to stay put." He nodded solemnly. The situation forced him to actually feel the blindness and lack of power that often births faith out of necessity. "And sometimes having faith means feels like not being able to say what you want to say."

He cocked his head. "Am I getting gagged?" I answered by ripping a piece of the role of tape I had managed to scrounge up. "Yup." Were his last words before I pressed the shiny strip across his lips. He had been stoic throughout, but something about being gagged made him grunt, and tense up. He held back his frustrations though, which I noted and appreciated.

"And sometimes faith means going places you didn't expect." With this, I lifted my very first captive over my shoulders and headed for the boiler room.

Imagine being in his shoes. A sharp, but often distant, even awkward boy, a bit older and much taller than you, who you show respects you, decides out of nowhere to strip you of your shirt and make you his prisoner. Miraculously, Jake only let out a few grunts as I carried him to the dark concrete of the boiler room. I couldn't help but smile, but also offered him encouragement, and promised it would make sense eventually.

I sat him down next to a pipe on a relatively clean patch of ground and strapped him to the pipe with one of my belts. No moaning came from my prisoner, and his breathing was calm. "Finally, sometimes faith feels like being alone."

With that, I stepped out. I didn't have the sensitivity to realize at the time, but I was showing him what loneliness, what my loneliness, felt like. On the one hand, this was a sincere message of faith (which he claims helped him take his beliefs more seriously afterwards) but on the other, it was my first real human connection. My first moment of bonding, if you'll forgive the required put.

I breathed a heavy sigh, victorious, before going up to slowly gather my captive's shirt. When I returned, I knew he was extremely focused and antsy to get let go, but he maintained his composure well. Still, I used the fact that I had a captive audience to my advantage. I discussed stories of faith from the bible, and how most of the hallmarks are of people who went through intense trials and difficulties, where the felt isolated, cut off, restricted, silenced. He hung on every word. He was living it.

Finally, I get to the next verse, Hebrews 12: 1 "Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles." With that, I untied him.

He shrunk away from me a bit as he rubbed his wrists, but he was beaming. It's like I had just unlocked something primal within him that he was still unsure how to wrestle with. Immediately I noticed him more responsive, attentive, and even obedient. I let him get dressed and playfully bullied him a bit, laughing back and forth between us. That was a beginning for both us young men that day.

[TuggyBoundMale]

This is such an unusual setting, but still a really cool story

Thanks for sharing it

[WhereAmI]

A very novel way to get someone into bondage as your submissive,

Good story, please continue your adventures in churches.

[YourCaptor75]

This is such an unusual setting, but still a really cool story

Thanks for sharing it

Glad you enjoyed it. Followups to come.

And thanks for the comments @WhereAmI
You'll be interested in the stuff my young mind got up to

[gothindistress]

Maybe if church was more like this for me I’d still willingly go sometimes haha

[YourCaptor75]

Maybe if church was more like this for me I’d still willingly go sometimes haha

"I'd willingly go if I was kidnapped."

Subs. Smh, do yall even hear yourselves?

Thanks for the feedback lad, haha

[YourCaptor75]

There was a shift inside me after tying Jake the first time. I had the good sense as even a very young lad to understand that a fixation on villains capturing the heroes (or, to a lesser but important extent, vice versa) was...odd. Especially if that fixation was at least as much on the mechanics of restraint as it was with the drama.

But oh don't forget the drama. We'll get back to that.

I realized that my anger could be directed not at people but at obstacles in their life, which I could ruthlessly hack away at. I realized that my neurotic tendency to overthink could be put to good use planning and executing a precise tie, and then monitoring a captive for their mental and physical state. I realized that any situation can be friendly to an introvert provided there is an emergency roll of duct tape nearby. But more than anything else, I realized I wanted to protect Jake.

Throughout the week, especially at church or youth group, I would keep a close eye on him, discussing events in his life, possible solutions, and giving him routines to help build disciplines he would need. He worked hard for me, possibly because he knew I was blunt enough to just hogtie someone to get my way. I had the sense, however, that he was beginning to forget that feeling of helplessness, and the wonderful things it can do for one's inner thought life.

I believe I mentioned drama.

The first tie was safe. We were the only ones present. That would not suffice for the second. Jake could simply stay around people if he wanted to avoid further discipline and training. Well....he thought as much. The truth is, most people most of the time aren't paying attention to much. I have this knack for sensing where attention is amassed in a setting; Jake had a habit of collecting it.

What if I told you that you see and hear what you want, more than what is really there? Let's get into it.

I had stepped away from the back pew when the service started, towards the sound booth, where the projector updated the slides so people could sing along to the music. I happened to know that these were all put in order by the volunteer sound techs, and once finished, were pitifully easy to just click to the next slide and be done. Music was about to begin in just a few minutes.

I stepped into the little closet sized room where they had the soundboard and computer for the projector. Immediately I was struck by the contrast. I was in loose jeans and a ragged zipper hoodie from my dad, and there in the booth, in-I swear to God this is true, he wore them every single sunday- a sharp black suit with a red tie, sat...

"Jake." I said commandingly, mostly succeeding in hiding my nerves and adrenaline. He looked back at me surprised, but not unpleasantly. Our dynamic was brotherly but overtly hierarchical. I waved him over to me with a sideways nod as I walked to a cramped corner. He looked back at the time, but silently obeyed. I could tell he was curious. Nervous. He remembered.

He remembered very well. He tensed a bit when I pulled his hands behind his back, but never once resisted. I picked up auxiliary chords and power cables, binding his wrists, then sitting him down and binding his feet. He let out little grunts, and looked back at the computer, then to me. I don't believe he meant for me to interpret that as 'hey, could you drag me over to the computer and sit yourself down?' but that's exactly what I did.

Just in time, I started managing the slides for the whole congregation, singing while I held the golden child captive in his own work station. I plastered a hand over his mouth as he sat next to me, and could feel the tension and tiny mutters escaping his lips as his situation slowly sank in. I held him there without any special lesson but one; 'I am in charge. When we're talking on the phone, when we're cleaning in private, and in front of the whole church. I will find a way to get that message through to you as gently as you let me, and as firmly as I have to.' He got the message.

Once the music stopped, he felt me shift my position and probably felt a bit of hope. I quickly squashed this by posting behind him so I could comfortably add a gentle headlock to the handgag. With a sigh, he sank into my grip a bit and just accepted his situation. We both listened to every word of the sermon. I even remember liking it. And just before it finished, I let my captive go, so he could handle the slides for the last song as I walked away.

I had proven to myself that I was capable of capturing someone. Now I proved to myself and Jake that no one was capable of stopping me.

[WhereAmI]

Jake and his captor slowly but surely taking over the "Church Of The Holy Bondage Boys".

Yes, definitely keeping me interested. A good kinda, sorta, short, kidnapping is always fun. Perhaps I shall kidnap both of you later on. I can't kidnapp @gothindistress his parents are at home. 🏚

[TuggyBoundMale]

Damn he must have looked great all tied up in that suit haha

Seriously, great stories you Gotthard. But I figured because of the title that Jake probably wasn’t your only captive, right?

[YourCaptor75]

Damn he must have looked great all tied up in that suit haha

Seriously, great stories you Gotthard. But I figured because of the title that Jake probably wasn’t your only captive, right?

Jake was the first of dozens. He wasn't even the only captive I had concurrently during this period. Iirc at one point I had four simultaneously at this church.

[TuggyBoundMale]

Damn he must have looked great all tied up in that suit haha

Seriously, great stories you Gotthard. But I figured because of the title that Jake probably wasn’t your only captive, right?

Jake was the first of dozens. He wasn't even the only captive I had concurrently during this period. Iirc at one point I had four simultaneously at this church.

Holy Moly, I kinda wanna read how that went haha

[YourCaptor75]

Damn he must have looked great all tied up in that suit haha

Seriously, great stories you Gotthard. But I figured because of the title that Jake probably wasn’t your only captive, right?

Jake was the first of dozens. He wasn't even the only captive I had concurrently during this period. Iirc at one point I had four simultaneously at this church.

Holy Moly, I kinda wanna read how that went haha

Yeah I was an intense young man lol

Keep reading lad!

[mikeybound]

Nice stories. Can't wait to read the rest.

And I only ask cause straight boys usually don't have a fixation on dominating other guys, but did you have a crush on him?

[YourCaptor75]

Nice stories. Can't wait to read the rest.

And I only ask cause straight boys usually don't have a fixation on dominating other guys, but did you have a crush on him?

Not exactly, but as a shy loner (I think I'm on the autism spectrum) I really appreciated him giving me the time of the day. I just...show my affection somewhat aggressively. Lol

[ajohnson]

Very unusual and interesting story so far, curious to see what comes next.
Btw, could you give us little bit more details? Like, how old were you back at the time, how Jake looked like? And also, maybe you mentioned it, but I didn't realize, were you and Jake roommates at the time, or you were just seeing each other at the church?

[YourCaptor75]

Very unusual and interesting story so far, curious to see what comes next.
Btw, could you give us little bit more details? Like, how old were you back at the time, how Jake looked like? And also, maybe you mentioned it, but I didn't realize, were you and Jake roommates at the time, or you were just seeing each other at the church?

He was 14 and I was 15 around the time this started. Continued on and off for about 2 years, so the last time I tied him up I was 17 iirc. I had also started tying other fellas, who I will get to in follow ups, so my time was more divided. I don't think he was too upset about that lol.

I was very tall and lean for my age. I was a martial artist, so I had a bit of muscle, but I hadn't started working out at that time, unlike him. He was about as fit as a 14 year old could be, but with the size difference and my martial arts background, he and most other kids were a little intimidated by me and my brother.

I had long blond hair, a strong jawline and blue eyes that got a lot of compliments, really relaxed style with loose jeans, sneakers, and an oversized hoodie from my dad, but I was usually lost in thought and a bit standoffish.
Jake was very different; cleancut, dark brown hair and eyes, movie star good looks and a great smile. He was a natural leader but lacked a bit of confidence. I helped him develop that.

We both met at church, and hung out there or at youth group and other voluntary stuff, like cleaning or events. Both very active in the community.

[ajohnson]

Thanks for these descriptions. It really helps to imagine how all of that looked like.

[sock slave boy]

A very interesting story

[YourCaptor75]

A very interesting story

You jealous of Jake, buddy?

[YourCaptor75]

I was a bully. I confess that with a kind of guilty pride that so many men have in the back of their heart. Pride in the things we were capable of getting away with. I'm conflicted even now about the methods I have used. I was rough with Jake. Eventually, many difficult conversation were had about exactly how rough. But I listened. Because on some level I knew he would not have confronted me just a little while earlier. My bullying, teaching, pushing, encouraging, taunting, tying, all of it or some of it had been working. So I keep focusing on them individually to see which were useful and which were harmful.

Jake helped me perfect my technique. I can very often sniff out when someone would be open to becoming a captive, and why. Then, I use that bond of trust to try to encourage them in a vulnerable moment. Somehow I intuited this method would work, and Jake allowed himself to be the test dummy. If I have had a positive interaction with any of you here, it's because this young man had the courage to call me out on my excesses and believe in my methods. Believed in me.

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I waited for everyone to be asleep at the lock-in, a very conveniently titled event at my church for the young people. Basically a slumber party on the church grounds, supervised of course. But not supervised *that* well supervised.

I shook Jake awake with a shake from my right hand which clamped down on his mouth. You could have written a novel filled with all the expressions he gave me as he groaned under my grip. He wouldn't wake anyone up to avoid embarrassment. I knew a route to my hide-away that no supervisor would see. I purposefully did this publicly and at a time where he would be tired and disoriented.

I was an asshole.

I escorted my prisoner via headlock down a hallway that led to the sanctuary. (For any heathens amongst my readers, that's where the preaching goes.) He wore a tank top to show off his biceps while being considered 'pajamas' appropriate for a youth event, and green sweatpants. I wore exactly what I wore earlier, because I was insane at that age and slept in jeans. We cut through the sanctuary, and I went back and forth handgagging him or letting him go, just to mess with him. I knew he wouldn't talk or gather attention, and I was pointing that out. It had the intended effect. He was getting mad at me.

Outside the sanctuary doors, we slipped around the area where supervisors were sleeping and crept up the stairs. I could feel him tensing up like he wanted to fight me, but he obediently walked softly without even being told to do so. By this point he was so receptive to my directives that I started calling him my servant privately. I felt like f*cking Conan capturing some warrior. (Another note to the heathens who may not know that Conan is a fantasy barbarian conqueror.)

We get to the little classroom where I had stashed some duct tape earlier to substitute for a dungeon, and I kneel him down in front of the chair I used as my throne. I interrogated the captive warrior about how well he has been following up on his routines, and I keep pushing him subtly more and more the better he does. He knows the routine by now. He knows I'm gonna point out one little area of weakness, or one f*ck up and then punish him for it. I like this setting because it really encourages him to argue with me. Taught him how to make a coherent thought, a convincing argument, how to read people's emotions, and when to be more assertive or more submissive.

He was not submissive tonight. He scowled at me and stubbornly pushed back at my taunts and playful dominance displays. Earned himself some time in the tape. I wrapped his hands in front of him, gagged him, and bound his ankles tightly. He grunts heavily as I drag him by his armpits to the closet. I play at the idea of leaving him there overnight for someone to find, but he knows from my tone that I don't mean it, and playfully pushes me with his bound hand, getting a laugh out of me.

I took pity on him pretty quickly and untied him, walking him back to where we both crashed in our sleepingbags near each other. I'll never forget what he said before drifting to sleep. "Goodnight master."

[WhereAmI]

What a polite young slave you captured and Mastered. Goodnight Master.

[YourCaptor75]

What a polite young slave you captured and Mastered. Goodnight Master.

I honestly thanked God for having a friend that trusted me that much. He changed my life

[1990Kidnapping]

What a polite young slave you captured and Mastered. Goodnight Master.

I honestly thanked God for having a friend that trusted me that much. He changed my life

Im glad you two had such great trust. I also have faith and have been part of similar groups, but I dont think I could ever have the guts for this situation lol. Its a great story however, and I am glad you two had such a fun time and that it was a positive experience for both of you

[YourCaptor75]

What a polite young slave you captured and Mastered. Goodnight Master.

I honestly thanked God for having a friend that trusted me that much. He changed my life

Im glad you two had such great trust. I also have faith and have been part of similar groups, but I dont think I could ever have the guts for this situation lol. Its a great story however, and I am glad you two had such a fun time and that it was a positive experience for both of you

I think you underestimate yourself. Or, rather, how much it takes to *get* kidnapped, lol

[sock slave boy]

A very interesting story

You jealous of Jake, buddy?

No, no, I'm not jealous, I'm just observing that this story is interesting.