[M/M] (CHAPTER 2 OUT NOW) BOUND & BLACKMAILED

[JohnXYZCBA]

Chapter One - Leverage

Topics Covered in this Chapter:
- Handgag
- Blackmail
- Kidnap

‘That was kinda boring’, I thought, relieved that the basketball final was over, having watched it for a lengthy 2 hours straight. I’d never really fit into the college, I wasn’t popular, I wasn’t bullied, I always just hid in the shadows and kept my head down, thankful to go home again.
Although, I must admit it was nice to have front row seats to watch Cole on his last match before turning 19. We’ve never talked, I doubt he even knew I existed, or that I’d had a secret crush on him since year 10. Nobody even knew I was gay, but that was the reason I could endure these matches, for the precious seconds that Cole ran past me or happened to gaze in my direction.

With the match having ended at about 6pm, everyone was keen to leave, so we were ushered out as a big crowd, sent off to the changing rooms before getting to go home. Eventually getting to my locker in the boys changing room, I got all my stuff out and sat on the bench for a minute. It had been a long day.

Luckily for me, I was sat at the perfect angle to see the team getting changed out of their kit, thankful that I wasn’t close enough to smell all that sweat, they were all dripping onto the floor.
Trying to be discreet, my eyes locked on to Cole’s bulging basketball shorts. I tried not to make it too obvious, but my gaze was drawn to the faint outline of his cock straining against his kit. I glimpsed up at his face to see him looking at me, and I immediately looked down, pretending not to have been looking. I felt hot blood rush to my face. I grabbed my bag then hurried out of the changing rooms, slipping out of the college exit and began my walk home.

By the time I reached the street, I’d convinced myself he hadn’t really seen anything. I even smiled to myself - a stupid, private victory over a moment that had meant more to me than it should have.

Turning away from the main road and down a narrow alleyway.

My heart dropped.

I let out a gasp.

Cole was stood there, right in front of me.

Despite the dazzling sunlight behind, there was no mistaking him. Sharp jawline, messy dark hair, broad shoulders and the biggest biceps I’d ever seen.

It took a second to realise it was real, but I hurriedly turned around, not acknowledging him and just walking the other way. But before I could take a step forwards, he grabbed the handle of my bag and yanked my body back.

“Cole-“, I stuttered, shocked. I looked up at him, his sharp jawline and short messy hair alone enough to recognise him, with the sun behind him dazzling me. He let go of my bag, grinning a little as he asked,

“What were you looking at today, huh?”
I began to blush again, I felt my head throbbing, flustered.
“Umm, sorry I was just, d-daydreaming, I didn’t mean t-“
He interrupted,
“Don’t lie.” I froze. “You were drooling over how big and thick my bulge was, right?”
I didn’t know what to say. My stomach twisted, this was my worst nightmare come true. My secret was out, and, perhaps foolishly, I just tried to run away, as quickly as I could.
But he grabbed my forearm with his bony fingers.
“Not so fast”, he growled, his already deep voice becoming deeper and more commanding, “you couldn’t tear your eyes away from me earlier.”
His grip was like a vice, I tried to struggle free, I could feel my pulse racing, pounding in my hot ears.

Suddenly, he pulled my body to him, my back slamming into his torso. I craned my neck up to look at him, he looked down at me and covered my mouth with his hand, stopping me from running again. Petrified, I froze, and for a few seconds all I heard was us both panting, I could feel his breath on my forehead, as he kept a tight grip of my mouth.

“Now, if you want me to keep your little crush a secret, you’re going to do *exactly* as I say.”
I didn’t respond, my mind was just racing, I couldn’t believe what was happening.
“And unless you want everyone to know that you’re a dirty gay fag, you’re gonna follow me into my car.” I took a moment to at least try and compose myself, before nodding. He released his grip and pushed me in front of him.
He walked in front of me, I felt almost paralysed, I couldn’t think, and so made the biggest mistake of my life.

[Wedgieboy69]

Interesting start. Very promising. Can't wait for more

[WhereAmI]

Hopefully hogtied in the trunk of the car. A good kidnapping always involves a hogtie and a car trunk.

[harveygasson]

Good start.

[JohnXYZCBA]

Interesting start. Very promising. Can't wait for more

Plenty more on its way!

[JohnXYZCBA]

Hopefully hogtied in the trunk of the car. A good kidnapping always involves a hogtie and a car trunk.

I can assure you there’s definitely some hogties coming up later!

[Valimure]

Promising start! Always happy to see a fellow musk enjoyer and can't wait to see how its incorporated into the story!

[JohnXYZCBA]

Good start.

Thanks!

[JohnXYZCBA]

Promising start! Always happy to see a fellow musk enjoyer and can't wait to see how its incorporated into the story!

I’m sure you’ll enjoy the upcoming chapters!

[JohnXYZCBA]

Chapter Two - The Journey

Topics Covered in this Chapter:
- Blackmail
- Kidnap
- Sleepsack Bondage


Cole turned around, beckoning me to follow him, and I did. He wore a plain white T-shirt beneath a navy blue bomber jacket that tightly hugged his huge muscles, with baggy grey sweatpants that had clearly seen better days. His messy brown hair framed a symmetrical face, with slightly tanned skin that still had a vaguely noticeable layer of sweat.

I kept a wide distance from him, walking back out to the main road. He approached a black car that looked well cared for. He unlocked the door and looked back at me, I glanced around, checking if anyone was looking - it was just us.

He got in, slammed his door shut and I got in the passenger side. Despite the fear, I must admit I was a little excited, I felt my hand shaking as I put my seatbelt on, and looked at Cole. He started back at me, a huge smile across his face. I had no clue where we were going or what we were going to do. He didn’t say anything, for a while. It was awkward - at least for me. He drove us out of the town, buildings were getting sparser and I sat patiently, just staring down.

“Unlock your phone.” He ordered, quite calmly. I was confused.

“Why?” I questioned, “Where are we even going?”

He didn’t say anything, and eventually I reached into my pocket and unlocked it. “What now?” I don’t know why I did it, why I was trusting him. I suppose he had some leverage, there was just something about the way he spoke that made me do it.

“You’re going to send a text. To your family.” I frowned,

“Saying what?” I replied.”

“Use these exact words.” He insisted

‘Hey, I’m just staying with a friend for a while. I’ll be back in a few weeks.’

I typed it out as he dictated. “Add a kiss.”

“Why am I sending this? What do you mean a few weeks?” I asked.

“Just add the fucking kiss.” He snapped. It was the first time I’d seen him like this, and to be honest, it scared me. I was completely in the dark, but I didn’t want to mess with him.

“Did you send it?” He asked, my finger hovered over the button. ‘Should I?’
I reluctantly sent it, he heard the noise and said,
“Good boy.” In a patronising tone.
‘‘Good boy?’ What the fuck?’ That comment made my heart race a little more, what is he going to do to me? We were really rural now, driving by fields and trees, it had only been about 10 minutes but it felt like hours.
“Nearly there.” He stated, as if nothing had happened.

He pulled into a driveway of a fairly big house. He was clearly rich, it looked quite quaint actually, a nice remote spot surrounded by nature, away from the bustle of the town. He got out of the car, got his college stuff out of the boot and beckoned me inside. My chest felt tight, every instinct telling me to leave - and yet my eyes kept drifting back to him. He unlocked the front door and took me upstairs.

The first thing I noticed was the cold, it wasn’t freezing, maybe it was just because I was so on edge. Why had I even come here? He had no proof I was gay, it was probably an empty threat anyway.

He opened the left of 2 doors, to a dimly lit double bedroom. It was very bland, just a plain white bed and some wooden cabinets, and a dull silence that clung to the air.
I stood awkwardly by the door as he dropped his bag which had his basketball kit in.
The door wasn’t locked, I noticed that immediately. With where we were each stood, I could have a good chance of running out before he could catch me. I thought about it. Really thought about it. But every time I did, I remembered his threat. Although, did he really have any evidence? There were no photos or recordings, nobody would believe him. And yet, my feet were still rooted to the carpet, I was still drawn towards him. This guy I’ve crushed on for years, we’re finally alone together, maybe he feels the same? Maybe he did all this just to make sure I came? Maybe this was just his twisted way of pulling me in. If, underneath it all, he wanted me here as much as I’d always wanted to be. The thought lingered, I felt uneasy: intense fear, tangled with something dangerously close to hope.

He went around the room, looking out of the windows into the surrounding fields lit gently by the sunset, before closing each of the curtains and getting some leather gloves from the old bag.
“Can’t go leaving fingerprints, can I?” He quipped, I wasn’t sure what he meant, he turned to look at me. “Oh, I’m gonna have a *lot* of fun with you…”
I smiled awkwardly, he grinned back, but it was more of an aggressive smile, almost primal.
“Strip.” He asserted.

“Huh?” I replied, not really understanding.

“Take your clothes off.” He clarified.

‘What?’ I thought, ‘what is he doing?’

“Why?” I enquired.

“Take them off,” he repeated, “unless you want me to spread some rumours?”

‘What’s the worst that can happen?’ I suppose it was kind of hot, that was one of the reasons I went along with it, not expecting what would happen later.

I took my shirt off, looking at Cole to make sure I was doing what he wanted. I paused, looked at him, he nodded, gesturing me to continue, and I slowly pulled my trousers down. I felt pathetic, and humbled.
“That’ll do,” he said, I was relieved, “for now at least.” I didn’t really know what he meant, everything was just a blur.

He looked down at the floor and gestured towards some leather contraption on the floor, covered in straps and buckles.
“Do you know what that is?” He asked, staring at me.

“Um, not really.” I replied.

“It’s called a sleepsack,” he told me, “people use it in bondage”. To be honest, I’d never really gotten into all that stuff, it didn’t interest me, just seemed uncomfortable and a bit messed up. I was probably stupid for not catching on, or just too overwhelmed, but I didn’t really see the relevance, until…

“Get in it.” He ordered. His voice was assertive, like he knew he already had control. I was so confused, it took me by surprise. I laughed it off, surely not. But he wasn’t laughing.

“What?” I asked, trying to stand up for myself a bit. “Obviously not, why would I?” His face dropped completely, and taking a step towards me, he looked down on me and slowly said

“Lay yourself nice and pretty in that sleepsack,” enunciating every syllable with an intense but whispery tone, “where filthy sluts like you belong.” As he spoke, I got a small whiff of his stale, rotting breath, that lingered until I stepped back, and slowly sat on the carpet next to the sleepsack, I look up at him, almost for validation.
“Put your legs in.” He instructed. Slowly I slid my feet into the bottom of it, he noticed my legs shaking.
“It’s ok, you don’t need to be scared, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He explained, now with a caring demeanour. It probably shouldn’t have, but that comforted me, maybe this wasn’t so bad.

He positioned my arms gently into the restrictive internal sleeves of the sleepsack. The leather was freezing cold, and didn’t stretch. Once my feet were in, he roughly grabbed my hands and positioned my arms at my sides. I just stared up at him, laying on my back with him towering above me, naively trusting him.
He kneeled over me, one leg either side and grabbed the zipper by my feet. Slowly, he zipped up the sleepsack, grazing and contouring my body as he did. As he zipped up past my crotch, my body twitched, it was a little sensitive. He noticed, smiled at me and slowed down even further, I felt the leather enclose me as he reached my neck, finishing as the zip strangled my neck.
He took a moment to look down at me, smiling wider than he ever has before, like he’d accomplished a mission.

“There we go,” he teased, “nice and snug.”

It was only at this point that I realised I was stuck, the leather moulded to me body like a second skin. With my arms bound to my sides, there wasn’t really a way out of this sleepsack thing. I remembered how long I’d watched him from afar, how many times I’d imagined being alone with him like this — just not like this.

Cole picked up my helpless body, cupping the leather at my neck and feet in his hands, and carelessly tossed me onto the bed. My safety was entirely in his hands, I could just about wriggle, but I really was at his mercy now. And with the threat of revealing my sexuality to my family and the college, I was more trapped than I ever could have imagined,
‘I guess I’ll just have to go along with it.’
I looked up in fear, my writhing body splayed out in front of him. It was like a switch flicked in his head, he’d dropped the more friendly pretence, and drooled onto my torso, pupils blown wide with lust as he loomed over me. He groped his crotch through the sweatpants with his hand and said:

“Comfortable?”

[WhereAmI]

Maybe I missed it but what's is the kidnappee's name. Cole is taking such good care of little his friend, a nice car ride and a great sleep sack to be wrapped up in as a nice present for Cole to give himself. I hope his friend is a good Boi and obeys Cole because im sure Cole doesnt want to have to hogtie him and wrinkle up the sleepsack just to teach him a lesson but I have a feeling there might be lots of nice tight rope work coming his way as punishments for, talking, screaming, disobedience etc., I certainly hope so.

Great story so far, I sure hope their friendship binds together nicely. :mrgreen:

[JohnXYZCBA]

Maybe I missed it but what's is the kidnappee's name. Cole is taking such good care of little his friend, a nice car ride and a great sleep sack to be wrapped up in as a nice present for Cole to give himself. I hope his friend is a good Boi and obeys Cole because im sure Cole doesnt want to have to hogtie him and wrinkle up the sleepsack just to teach him a lesson but I have a feeling there might be lots of nice tight rope work coming his way as punishments for, talking, screaming, disobedience etc., I certainly hope so.

Great story so far, I sure hope their friendship binds together nicely. :mrgreen:

I thought I wouldn’t give him a name so you can picture yourself in his place, but I’m sure if he doesn’t obey, Cole will definitely have to punish him!

[Bound Down]

Great Chapter! I'm excited to see what happens now that he's fully caught!

[Red86]

I could be wrong but I feel as though the blackmail is an empty threat at this point. Cole is clearly into bondage and he seems to have some type of liking towards the unnamed captive afterall.

Sleepsacks are definitely one of my favorite types of bondage gear, even if I like alot of gear/resistants/ties in general . The only thing you seemed to leave out while securing the captive, is usually most sleepsacks have internal sleeves to prevent the occupant from either getting out or "playing" around. A small detail and I'm not knocking you for it. Perhaps that could have been intentionally written for a reason, idk. Regardless, congratulations on this being your 1st time posting a story. It's definitely intriguing and I'm curious to see where this goes!!

[JohnXYZCBA]

I could be wrong but I feel as though the blackmail is an empty threat at this point. Cole is clearly into bondage and he seems to have some type of liking towards the unnamed captive afterall.

Sleepsacks are definitely one of my favorite types of bondage gear, even if I like alot of gear/resistants/ties in general . The only thing you seemed to leave out while securing the captive, is usually most sleepsacks have internal sleeves to prevent the occupant from either getting out or "playing" around. A small detail and I'm not knocking you for it. Perhaps that could have been intentionally written for a reason, idk. Regardless, congratulations on this being your 1st time posting a story. It's definitely intriguing and I'm curious to see where this goes!!

You’re right about the sleeves, I’ve just added a quick sentence in! The blackmail should hopefully just be enough encouragement to ensure there’s no disobedience.
I love sleepsacks too, there’s plenty more fun to be had!

[Red86]

You’re right about the sleeves, I’ve just added a quick sentence in! The blackmail should hopefully just be enough encouragement to ensure there’s no disobedience.
I love sleepsacks too, there’s plenty more fun to be had!

It was such a small detail, probably only someone into them would have even picked up on. Wasn't necessary to add it in but I can appreciate it, having zipped up someone or been zipped into one myself plenty of times!

I'm not a fan of someone actually using blackmail but in the context of just using the threat as leverage to get compliance but knowing it won't be actually used in like a roleplay scene, I think it adds a little fun into it