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

[squirrel]

An intruder? Maybe a cop? Or some lost tourist?? Man, that was a great cliffhanger!

[blackbound]

The plot thickens! I can't even guess who the guest will be...

[Htdgagfreak85]

CHAPTER 11

DAY 1 – GAGGED DREAD

Seb was too busy trying to fight the disgusting gag to realize that something weird was going on. As a matter of fact, something was deeply wrong, judging by the tone of Sam’s voice. Seb’s stepbrother, on the other hand, had been so heavily bound that pain and discomfort were the only feelings his eyes conveyed.
But I knew better than to think everything was all right. Not that I could really do anything about it, as my predicament was no different from that of my fellow prisoners. Yet my mind was trying hard to make sense of the situation; I really had no clue how deeply messed up things were about to become.
MMMPPPPHHHH MMMPPPHHHH MMMPPPHHH I tried to draw Mr. C's attention, as he was looking at me, trying to understand if something was wrong with me, since I had stopped fighting the ropes; in fact, I was staying still.
"Hey there, boy. Are you feeling alright? Moan once if yes, twice if no. Just keep in mind, if it’s not serious, there will be consequences. So, do you want me to take off your gag and let you talk? Think carefully before you respond."
I took a moment to really think things through. I genuinely wanted to help because I could see that Sam was feeling anxious. However, I knew that whatever I said might hurt the trust that we had built.
MMMPPPHHH MMMPPPHHH: I reluctantly moaned twice to voice my wish to keep the gag in place.
"Great choice, chew on your gag while we handle everything, okay?" said Mr. C.
Oh, how I wished to be with Sam, wherever that ready room he mentioned was...

DAY 1 - A HOSTILE CONFRONTATION

Sam felt a mix of worry and determination as he carefully examined the clear footage from the security cameras. He noticed four figures dressed in black, their faces hidden behind ski masks. The way they moved and effortlessly got past the steel doors with advanced electronic locks showed they really knew what they were doing. It looked like at least two of them were seasoned pros, while the other two seemed to be doing their best to follow along.
He was taken by surprise. While he always prioritized security, it had never crossed his mind that an attack could happen. His mind was raging hard, but the situation looked compromised: the intruders had reached the main entrance to the basement and were about to bypass the final lock. He tried his best, but his control panel was equipped with safety buttons designed to open the doors in case of an emergency rather than locking them.
He was so focused on watching the security screens that he didn’t notice someone had entered his ready room from the door connecting straight to the indoor parking of the structure.
"It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Harrington.”
Sam was stunned by the voice of the figure who had intruded into his ready room.
“Mr. Sutherland, what the hell are you doing here… this is neither the time nor the place, and as for the theatrics…”
“You know, Mr. Harrington, I’ve always admired your... restraint. But lately, I’ve been wondering if maybe you’ve been holding back.”
“I run things the way I see fit, Mr. Sutherland. That was our agreement.”
Mr. Sutherland laughed softly. “Of course. But that’s the thing—you wouldn’t even have this operation without me, without my investments. I think it’s time I had a more... hands-on role.”
“You’re a client. A benefactor. That doesn’t mean you get to take over,” Sam replied, his voice hardening.
“Take over? No, Mr. Harrington, this isn’t a hostile takeover... Not yet. But I do think we should be partners, don’t you? After everything I’ve put into this... it’s the least I deserve.”
“I’ve already done everything Arthur asked,” Sam said through gritted teeth.
“Mr. Lawson is a dedicated employee, but sometimes I have the feeling he is not committed to entirely fulfilling my requests.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, let’s just say, for the sake of argument, that I’ve made specific requests that Arthur has... refused to meet.”
“You know I have boundaries, Mr. Sutherland. I’ve made it clear that what I do with the captives stays within certain limits.”
“I know, Mr. Harrington.” Mr. Sutherland's voice dropped to a chilling calm. “But now I think it’s high time you do things... my way.”
“Your obsession with Sebastian Lawson has gone too far, Mr. Sutherland,” Sam said, his voice tight with barely restrained anger.
“Oh, then you know what I was talking about. Don’t you?” Mr. Sutherland’s smirk widened.
“I know what you asked Arthur, but that was far beyond the established limits. And Sebastian is Arthur’s young stepbrother, for God’s sake...”
“You see, that’s exactly why I’m right when I say I should be the one in charge. I should be doing things my way.” There was an icy edge to Mr. Sutherland’s voice now.
“What the hell are you going to do? How far is this charade going to go?” Sam demanded, feeling the weight of what was about to unfold.
Mr. Sutherland's eyes gleamed with dark amusement. “Are you going to comply with my request, Mr. Harrington?”
Sam’s jaw clenched. “You already know the answer, Mr. Sutherland.”
A dangerous silence followed. Mr. Sutherland took a slow, deliberate step closer. “Then this is going to be an... hostile takeover.”

DAY 1 – LOSING THE REINS

"What do you plan to do, Mr. Sutherland? My team won’t listen to you, and your hired muscle can’t manage something as sensitive as a staged kidnapping," Sam said, trying to regain some control.
"I'm not staging a kidnapping, Mr. Harrington. This one will be real."
Sam’s stomach twisted at the cold simplicity of Mr. Sutherland's words.
"What the hell are you talking about? Even you can’t escape the consequences of something like this."
"I have connections in very high places," Mr. Sutherland replied, his voice calm.
"Connections bought with cash…" Sam muttered, narrowing his eyes.
"Aren't they just wonderful?" Mr. Sutherland grinned, pulling out an object that looked like it belonged in a sci-fi movie. "It’s a taser. I’ve been quietly funding its development for years. It’s still a prototype, but they assure me it’s quite effective. I’d prefer not to use it, but if you make things difficult..."
Sam’s mind raced. "I understand how it works. No need to demonstrate." He glanced at the taser warily. "We can still find a way out of this that doesn’t involve... extremes."
"Good to hear," Mr. Sutherland said smoothly. "Now, if you’d kindly take off your clothes, Mr. Harrington. Let’s not drag this out."
Sam hesitated, feeling a pang of disbelief at the absurdity of the situation. He had always been the one in control. But the cold glint in Mr. Sutherland’s eyes left him no choice. With a slow exhale, he began to undress, setting his clothes neatly beside him until he was standing completely naked, exposed in a way he had never been before.
"Good. Now, pick up your socks. Stuff them in your mouth. Then wrap your head five times with this duct tape." Mr. Sutherland handed him the roll, his grin widening.
"There’s no need for theatrics, Mr. Sutherland. We can be reasonable—"
"Do it now," Mr. Sutherland interrupted, his voice tightening with menace. "Or you’ll feel the taser. Either way, you’ll end up gagged."
Sam could see there was no bargaining left. His hands were steady as he picked up his worn socks, suppressing a bitter laugh at how ridiculous the situation had become. He had worn those socks for days, and now he was about to gag himself with them.
Stuffing the socks into his mouth, he felt the musty fabric press against his tongue. The taste was awful, but he didn’t flinch. He carefully wound the duct tape around his head, feeling the tension of each circle as the gag became more and more secure. Five turns, just as ordered.
"Good job, Mr. Harrington," Mr. Sutherland cooed, clearly enjoying himself. "Now, let’s go make an entrance. Open the basement door for me. This is going to be... exciting."
Sam tried to speak, but MMMMPPPPHHHH! The double sock gag muffled his voice completely. He had designed gags like this before—he knew exactly how effective they were, but it was the first time he was on the receiving end.
"Damn it," Sam thought to himself as he realized how helpless he truly was. He couldn’t warn his team. He couldn’t even make a sound they’d understand.

DAY 1 – INTO THE ABYSS

When they burst in, Sam’s team was caught off guard. Clad in black with ski masks obscuring their identities, the four intruders moved with military precision. Two were armed, clearly seasoned professionals, while the others followed their lead, handling the situation with brisk efficiency.
The tallest among them, likely the team leader, barked out orders in a stern voice: "Stay where you are. Get down on your knees, hands behind your head."
For a moment, they didn’t notice the three of us—naked and bound on the floor. Their priority was controlling Sam's team. But one of the unarmed intruders soon spotted us, his eyes widening as he took in the bizarre scene.
“What the hell is going on here?” he muttered, stepping closer. “These guys are naked and trussed up like turkeys.”
Another intruder, more composed, added, “They’re the primary targets. Looks like someone already did most of the work for us.”
The unarmed man crouched next to us, inspecting our bindings with a curious expression. “Someone took great care tying you up and gagging you, didn’t they?”
"MMMMPPPHHH MMMMPPPPHHHH," Seb began moaning in response, and I quickly followed suit, feeling a growing sense of confusion. For a brief moment, I thought they were some sort of special forces sent to rescue Seb and his stepbrother. But that notion evaporated the instant I saw Sam emerge from his ready room, stark naked and gagged.
Trailing behind Sam was a man who commanded the space effortlessly. Tall, broad-shouldered, and probably in his early forties, he moved with the confidence of someone accustomed to giving orders. His angular features were framed by a perfectly tailored suit, which flowed as smoothly as he did. His piercing blue eyes scanned the room with cold, calculating precision, while his voice—smooth as silk, yet sharp as a blade—sent a chill down my spine. Everything about him was controlled, deliberate, as though each step, each glance, was part of a larger plan that only he understood.
“Commander, let’s give these gentlemen a taste of their own medicine. You know what to do,” Mr. Sutherland ordered calmly.
“Yes, Mr. Sutherland,” the leader replied.
Turning his attention to Sam’s team, the commander barked, “Stand up and strip. Take off your clothes and masks.”
One of the team members, Mr. A, tried to reason with him. “What do you want from us? We’re just following orders.”
“No more talking. Gag yourselves with your socks and seal your lips with this duct tape. Now. Do it quickly, or someone’s going to get hurt.”
I watched in disbelief as Sam’s team followed the orders, their expressions a mix of defeat and humiliation. Bound, gagged, and naked, they were no longer captors—they were now captives, just like us. As I looked at Sam, I saw a flicker of defeat in his eyes, his once unshakable confidence gone.
“And now, Mr. Harrington,” Mr. Sutherland purred, turning to Sam. “It’s time you experienced some special treatment.”
Moving with precision, Mr. Sutherland produced a set of police-style restraints. He fastened the cold metal handcuffs around Sam’s wrists, the sharp clink of the cuffs reverberating through the room. Next, he snapped leg irons around Sam’s ankles, the short chain between them ensuring minimal movement. Then came the final touch—a chain connecting the handcuffs to the leg irons. With one swift motion, Mr. Sutherland pulled the chain taut, forcing Sam’s body into a tight hogtie. The restraints were unforgiving, locking Sam in place with no chance of escape.
"MMMMPPPPHHHHH!" Sam began to squirm, testing the bonds, but the metal restraints were unyielding.
“Struggle all you want,” Mr. Sutherland sneered. “No one’s ever escaped from those.”
A heavy silence descended upon the room, broken only by the faint clinking of chains as Sam futilely fought his bonds. Mr. Sutherland surveyed the scene, his icy gaze moving over each of us before he spoke again. “Now, it’s time to proceed with our plan. Nobody can stop us now.”
“Yes, Mr. Sutherland,” the commander replied dutifully.
Sutherland’s cold blue eyes flicked toward Seb. “Take the boy. Carry him to the van.”
"MMMMPPPPHHHH! MMMMPPPPPHHHH!" Seb began moaning frantically, his stepbrother’s eyes widening in horror.
“Leave the others,” the commander added, but Mr. Sutherland wasn’t finished. His gaze lingered on me for a moment, then he smirked. “On second thought, take this one as well. But put him in a tight hogtie before you move him.”
"MMMMPPPPPHHHHH!" I moaned in protest, my mind reeling. What the hell was going on? Was this still part of Sam’s elaborate scheme, or had everything gone horribly wrong? I glanced at Sam, hoping for reassurance, but his eyes were filled with desperation. His futile struggles told me all I needed to know—he had lost control.
And now, Seb and I were about to become the victims of a real kidnapping. The nightmare was only just beginning.

[squirrel]

What a fantastic turn of events! The three bound prisoners must be stunned to see so many newcomers taking them away... I can't wait to see who they are and what they are going to do with the three hostages... and what will happen with Sam and his team!

[blackbound]

That was definitely unexpected. Sam's going to have a hell of a time getting out of those restraints if they don't have any special equipment there...

[Htdgagfreak85]

CHAPTER 12

DAY 1 – FALLING UNDER

"How do you want us to proceed with the two captives we’re taking, Mr. Sutherland?" asked Mr. Brooks, the one carrying a large backpack.
"It’s a long trip, Mr. Brooks, and we don’t want any trouble from them, do we? Better keep them unconscious. Let’s go that route," Mr. Sutherland replied with a malicious smile.
"MMMMPPPPHHHH," I moaned frantically. Unconscious? No, please, no.
Mr. Brooks calmly unzipped his backpack and pulled out a small, sleek case. My heart pounded as he opened it, revealing a line of syringes. I had expected something like this—tried to mentally prepare for whatever Mr. Sutherland had planned—but nothing could have readied me for the sight of those needles.
Needles. My breath quickened, my skin turned cold. Panic stabbed through me, holding me in place.
Seb shifted uneasily beside me, his own body tensing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw another man from the team approaching him, holding an identical syringe. Seb’s muffled whimpers—just like mine—were desperate, his eyes wide with fear. He, too, was helpless, tied up and gagged. The look in his eyes told me he was just as terrified as I was.
Mr. Brooks took his measured steps toward me, his expression as cold as the steel in his hand. I tried to pull back, but my hands were bound too tightly. What could I do? My breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, and my body trembled.
"MMMMPPPPHHHHH MMMMPPPPHHHHH," I moaned, trying to scream, trying to beg. "Please… no…" The sounds, muffled by the gag, were useless. He didn’t listen.
Beside me, Seb was also struggling, his eyes darting between the syringe and the man approaching him. His muffled cries echoed mine as he squirmed in vain, trying to pull away from his captor’s grasp.
A sharp pain pierced my neck as the needle slid in. I gasped, feeling the searing burn of the liquid entering my veins. My vision blurred, but the fear didn’t fade. My heart pounded as my body grew heavy, and the world began to slip away. I could hear Seb’s faint, terrified moans, but even those began to fade as the sedative took hold.
The last thing I saw was Seb, his body going limp, eyes still wide with terror, just before I, too, fell into darkness.

DAY 1 – BOUND TO REALITY

My eyes fluttered open, the familiar cold bite of the handcuffs digging into my wrists. I tried to move, but my arms stayed pinned behind my back. A chill ran through me as I took in my surroundings—the harsh lights, the sterile white walls. How long had I been out? Hours? A day? Was this still the first day? It didn’t feel possible. Too much had happened—too much pain, confusion, and fear… But then I saw the chairs. Two of them, facing each other, cold and metallic. My stomach dropped.
The chairs looked like something out of a nightmare—metal frames, bolted to the ground, with thick leather straps hanging loosely from the armrests, legs, and headrests. But what struck me the most were the cushioned seats, with gaping holes in the middle of each one, and beneath them, a bucket sat, waiting.
The room itself felt small, almost suffocating. The walls were made of cold, gray concrete, bare and unyielding, with no windows—no glimpse of the outside world, no light from the sun. The only illumination came from a single, harsh overhead light that cast long, sharp shadows, making everything feel more oppressive. The air was stale, heavy with the scent of disinfectant, and there were no sounds. Nothing from the outside. Just an eerie, suffocating silence.
The room was narrow, much smaller than the basement we’d been in before, the walls seeming to close in, adding to the sense of confinement. The chairs took up most of the space, leaving barely any room to move. Everything about the place screamed isolation. We were completely cut off—buried in this place, with no escape.
My heart sank as the realization hit me. These chairs were for us. We weren’t just going to be restrained—we were going to be trapped in this tiny room, forced to watch each other in the most humiliating way possible. There was no way to escape it. No way to hide.
"Luke?" Seb’s voice was weak, trembling. His eyes were wide with fear as he looked from the chairs to me. He didn’t fully understand yet. Not like I did.
The door creaked open, and Mr. Brooks stepped inside, his footsteps echoing slightly against the concrete floor. The sound made the room feel even emptier, more isolating. Behind him, two other men followed, silent and efficient.
"It’s time," Mr. Brooks said calmly, his eyes scanning the room. His gaze lingered on the chairs, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I trust you’ve started to grasp the nature of your predicament."
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the chairs. The cushioned seats, the holes, the buckets beneath them. The leather straps hanging from every surface, waiting to lock us in place. The narrowness of the room made the chairs seem even more imposing, as if the walls themselves were closing in around us.
Seb’s eyes darted nervously between Mr. Brooks and me. He didn’t get it yet. Not fully.
"Let me explain," Mr. Brooks said, his tone dripping with satisfaction. He moved over to one of the chairs, resting his hand casually on the armrest. "These chairs have been specially designed for long-term use. You see, you’re going to be here for a while. And we’ve made sure everything is in place to keep you... comfortable."
Seb blinked, his face pale, but he still didn’t seem to fully comprehend what was coming.
Mr. Brooks tapped the cushion of the chair. "The seat, as you can see, is cushioned for a reason. You’ll be sitting here for hours—maybe longer. And of course," he paused, his hand tracing the hole in the center, "there’s a large gap in the middle. That’s where you’ll... take care of things." He smiled, glancing at the bucket below. "No need for bathroom breaks."
Seb’s lip trembled. He glanced at me, confusion mixing with horror. "No..." he whispered, shaking his head.
"Oh, yes," Mr. Brooks continued, almost enjoying Seb’s innocence. "You’ll be tied down securely." He gestured to the leather straps hanging from the armrests. "Your wrists will go here, your legs here." He moved his hand to the legs of the chair. "And of course, we’ll make sure your torso stays pinned to the back with this strap here."
He moved behind the chair, where the headrest loomed ominously. "And this," he said, picking up the headrest strap, "will make sure your head stays right where we want it. Once it’s secured, you won’t be able to turn away. You’ll be forced to look directly ahead... at each other."
Seb’s eyes widened with realization. "Please... don’t..." His voice cracked, a desperate plea.
I could feel the bile rising in my throat as the full weight of Mr. Brooks’ words settled over me. No privacy. No dignity. We would be forced to watch each other, even during the most humiliating moments, with no way to turn away or hide.
Before I could react, the two men moved in. They grabbed me first, lifting me roughly from the floor and dragging me toward the chair. My body still felt weak from the drugs, my muscles heavy. I tried to pull away, but it was useless.
They pressed me down onto the cushioned seat, and as soon as I felt the leather beneath me, I knew exactly what was coming. The hole in the middle was a constant reminder of the humiliation to come. My wrists were freed from the cuffs, but only for a moment. The men quickly strapped my arms down onto the armrests, the leather biting into my skin as they pulled the straps tight.
Seb was forced into the chair directly in front of me, his wide eyes locked on mine. He was trembling as they bound his wrists and legs, his fear palpable. But they weren’t finished.
Another strap was pulled tightly across my chest, pinning me to the back of the chair. I struggled, but the more I pulled against the restraints, the more suffocated I felt. My breath came in short, shallow gasps.
Then came the worst part. The men grabbed the headrest strap, securing it tightly around my forehead, forcing my head back against the cold metal. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even turn my head to look away from Seb.
"You’ll find this chair quite effective," Mr. Brooks said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "You’ll be here for a while, so we’ve made sure you’ll stay... comfortable."
I wanted to scream, but my voice wouldn’t come. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched Seb—his eyes wide, his face pale. He was younger, more naive. This was hitting him harder than it hit me.
"And of course, we need to keep you quiet." Mr. Brooks produced two ball gags, his smile widening. "These will help... with the drooling."
Before I could protest, the ball gag was shoved into my mouth, stretching my jaw painfully wide. The straps were pulled tight behind my head, and almost immediately, I could feel the drool begin to gather. It spilled from my mouth, dripping down my chin uncontrollably.
Seb whimpered as they forced the gag into his mouth. His drooling started almost immediately, his eyes filling with panic as the reality of the situation settled over him.
And there we sat—bound, gagged, drooling, and forced to face each other in these degrading chairs. The room was tight, and the silence was deafening. There were no windows, no sounds, nothing. Just the cold concrete walls, the unforgiving chairs, and the unbearable knowledge that we were trapped in this place together, with no way out.

DAY 1 – THE SOUND OF SHAME

The room was quiet—too quiet. The sound of the door slamming shut behind Mr. Brooks and his men still echoed in my mind. Now, it was just me and Seb. Facing each other. Bound. Gagged.
The air felt thick, suffocating. My mouth was dry, except for the steady stream of drool spilling from the corners of the ball gag, trailing down my chin, pooling onto the cushioned seat beneath me. I tried to shift my weight, but the straps held me too tight—my wrists, my legs, my head. I was locked into place. There was no escape from this.
I looked across at Seb. His face was flushed, his eyes darting around the room, still wide with fear. His breath came in short, sharp gasps through his gag, and I could tell he was trying not to cry. He was younger than me—more innocent. This was hitting him harder.
I could see his body tense, his eyes squeezing shut, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He was holding something in. No… please, not like this, I thought. But I knew what was coming.
Seb moaned softly, his muffled voice vibrating through the gag. His face twisted in shame as his body began to tremble. His eyes met mine, wide with embarrassment, as if pleading for me to somehow stop it. But we both knew there was nothing I could do.
I heard it first—a soft trickle, faint at first, then louder. The unmistakable sound of urine hitting the metal bucket beneath him. It was a small sound in the silence, but to us, it was deafening. The steady stream of urine hitting the metal echoed through the room, filling the air with its sharp, humiliating clang.
Seb whimpered again, his body shuddering. His eyes squeezed shut as the sound continued—a relentless reminder of his helplessness. The hole in the chair beneath him had done exactly what it was designed to do, forcing him to relieve himself in the most degrading way possible. And I had to watch. There was no escaping it. No looking away.
The clang of liquid on metal reverberated through the small room. It wasn’t just the sound. It was the look on Seb’s face—the shame etched into his features. His body had betrayed him, and there was nothing he could do to hide it.
I tried to offer him something—a look, anything to tell him he wasn’t alone. But the headrest strap held me firm, and the gag silenced any words of comfort. The most I could do was moan softly through my own gag, trying to let him know I understood. That I was suffering too.
The stream slowed, tapering off into small drips. Ting, ting, ting. Each drop hitting the bucket sounded like the final nail in the coffin of our dignity. Seb slumped slightly in his chair, his face flushed, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. The shame was written all over him.
We sat there, forced to face each other, with the sound of his humiliation still ringing in our ears.

DAY 1 – TOO MUCH TO BEAR

The room felt tighter with each passing minute, the silence pressing in around me. My body ached from the restraints—the tight leather straps keeping me locked in place, the ball gag making my jaw throb, drool still dripping uncontrollably from the corners of my mouth. My mind spun, replaying everything that had happened.
Seb had stopped squirming in his chair across from me. I could see the exhaustion in his eyes, the same fatigue that was starting to settle in my bones. How much more could we take? My limbs were numb, my body weak from everything they’d done, from everything we’d endured. The thought of another day like this was too much.
But it wasn’t just the physical exhaustion weighing me down. My bladder was full, painfully so. I had held it as long as I could, trying to ignore the discomfort, but there was no use. My body had reached its limit, and I couldn’t fight it anymore.
I tried to hold it in—tried to pretend it wasn’t happening—but the pressure was too much. Slowly, the warm liquid started to flow, and the sound of piss hitting the metal bucket beneath me echoed through the room. It wasn’t as loud as when Seb had gone, but it felt just as degrading.
The trickling sound seemed to amplify in the stillness, the clang of metal making it clear just how helpless I was. There was no escaping the humiliation. No turning away, no hiding it. I closed my eyes, trying to block it all out, but I couldn’t shake the shame that clung to me.
Seb’s eyes flicked over to me, his face tight with embarrassment. He knew what was happening, just as I had known when it was his turn. We were nothing here. Just two bodies, restrained, gagged, and forced to watch each other’s humiliation.
The stream slowed, and my muscles ached as I sagged into the chair, my mind and body spent. My vision blurred, my head slumping slightly against the headrest. I couldn’t stay awake any longer. Too much had happened—too much to process, too much to accept.
It was easier just to give in: to let sleep pull me under and escape this nightmare for even a moment.

[Bradstick]

Poor guys!!! They both need a hug

I am curious what the plan is with these two. How long will they remain locked down there and what will be their options to leave the dreaded room and chairs. Can’t wait for the next chapter!

[Bondyboi]

Been loving this story since it started. And it's just getting better and better! Keep up the good work.
The last chapter where the kidnapped boys ends up tightly bound to chairs and facing each other, helpless, immobilized, silenced and humiliated is just sooooo hot!

Only having one wish. Hope they get treated with some more effective and silencing gags than ballgags. Such as big leather stuffer gags or even some bit more nasty ones hehe

[Htdgagfreak85]

Poor guys!!! They both need a hug

I am curious what the plan is with these two. How long will they remain locked down there and what will be their options to leave the dreaded room and chairs. Can’t wait for the next chapter!

Thank you @Bradstick for your comment! I agree, they could definitely use a hug right about now. As for what’s in store for them… let’s just say that Luke and Seb’s time in those chairs isn’t over yet, and their options for leaving the room might not be what they’d hope for. There are a few twists and turns coming up that will push them even further. You’ll just have to wait and see! The next chapter will bring some answers, but maybe a few more questions too… Stay tuned!

[Htdgagfreak85]

Been loving this story since it started. And it's just getting better and better! Keep up the good work.
The last chapter where the kidnapped boys ends up tightly bound to chairs and facing each other, helpless, immobilized, silenced and humiliated is just sooooo hot!

Only having one wish. Hope they get treated with some more effective and silencing gags than ballgags. Such as big leather stuffer gags or even some bit more nasty ones hehe

Thank you so much @Bondyboi for your comment and for sticking with the story since the beginning! I’m really glad you're enjoying it as the tension builds. As for your wish… let’s just say, you're in for a treat. Things are about to get even more intense for Luke and Seb, but I won’t spoil too much just yet . I’ll be shifting the focus back to Sam and his team for now, but trust me—there’s more to come that will definitely keep you on the edge of your seat! Stay tuned!

[Htdgagfreak85]

CHAPTER 13

DAY 2 – DESPERATE STRUGGLE
Hours had passed—the whole night, it seemed. The dim light in the room had given way to the faint glow of early morning filtering through the cracks in the door. Sam’s team had spent the night bound and gagged, their muffled groans and frustrated moans occasionally breaking the silence. The ropes that held them were expertly tied. No one had managed to free themselves, despite hours of squirming and futile struggles.
Sam lay still, exhausted from the constant pressure of the harsh hogtie. His body ached from being in the same position for so long, and the socks in his mouth had long since become unbearable. The duct tape wrapped tightly around his head, combined with the muzzle, ensured that the gag stayed firmly in place, no matter how much he tried to squirm. His MMMMPPPPHHHs had faded into silence, replaced by shallow, tired breaths.
Suddenly, there came another sound—frantic moaning. It wasn’t coming from Sam but from Arthur, who was also bound and gagged, thrashing desperately in his restraints. He had been fighting his bonds all night, moaning like crazy, wanting to be freed.
Just when Sam had resigned himself to another long stretch of helpless silence, the sound of footsteps echoed from outside the room. His heart quickened. Someone was coming—but who?
The door creaked open, and in stepped Dr. Foster, a psychology professor Sam had hired as a consultant to evaluate the profiles of his captives and tailor the staged kidnapping experience to their psychological profiles. His arrival was entirely unexpected, and Sam’s gagged eyes widened in disbelief. This wasn’t part of the plan. What was he doing here?
Dr. Foster, oblivious to the confusion and tension in the room, froze as he took in the sight before him—Sam and his entire team bound, gagged, and completely immobilized. His eyes widened in shock, clearly caught off guard by the scene.
“What the hell happened here?” he muttered, rushing to Sam.
MMMMPPPHHHH! Sam moaned through the gag, his eyes pleading for release. He hadn’t anticipated Dr. Foster’s arrival, and now the unexpected visitor stood over him, stunned.
As Dr. Foster knelt down to inspect Sam’s restraints, Arthur’s desperate moaning grew louder. His muffled pleas filled the room as he struggled even harder against the chains binding him.
MMMMPPPHHHH MMMMPPPHHHH!! Arthur’s eyes were wild with frustration, his body twisting in vain.
Dr. Foster frowned and turned to Mr. A, who was still tightly bound and gagged. Wasting no time, Dr. Foster knelt beside him and carefully began to peel away the layers of duct tape sealing Mr. A’s mouth. The tape came off with a harsh ripping sound, revealing the sock stuffed deep inside Mr. A’s mouth. Mr. A gagged slightly as Dr. Foster reached in and helped him spit out the sock.
Mr. A gasped, finally able to breathe freely. “Thank you,” he muttered hoarsely, still hogtied on the floor.
Dr. Foster started trying to loosen the ropes binding Mr. A, but the knots were far too tight. After a few failed attempts, Mr. A looked up, panting from the effort, and said, “These knots are too good. You’re not going to get them off by hand. Check your car—maybe you’ve got something that can cut through them.”
Before Dr. Foster could head out, he was interrupted by Arthur’s frantic moans once again. Arthur was clearly desperate, his body shaking with frustration as he moaned louder, his eyes begging for freedom.
“Who is that?” Dr. Foster asked, glancing over at Arthur.
Mr. A sighed, glancing over at Arthur as well. “That’s Arthur, Seb’s stepbrother.”
“I wasn’t told that Seb’s stepbrother would be actively involved in the scenario,” Dr. Foster said. “I think I should untie him first.”
“You can’t. You shouldn’t.”
“Why not?” Dr. Foster asked, confused. “He’s obviously in distress.”
Mr. A shook his head. “Master gave strict orders—no captive can be set free without his authorization. Arthur’s not just a captive; he’s the one who commissioned Seb’s staged kidnapping for Mr. Sutherland. But things went sideways. Now he’s stuck with us.”
Dr. Foster’s eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. “So you’re just going to leave him like that?”
“We don’t have a choice,” Mr. A replied, his voice grim. “Master’s orders.”
Dr. Foster glanced back at Arthur, whose moans had softened but were still filled with frustration. He knelt beside him, trying to calm him down. “Arthur, listen to me. I understand you want to be free, but you have to stay like this for now. The team can’t release you without their master’s authorization. Just try to stay calm. We’ll figure this out.”
Arthur’s eyes flared with anger, but his frantic moaning started to quiet as he realized the situation wasn’t going to change immediately.
Dr. Foster then turned back to Mr. A, nodding. “I’ll go check the car for something that can cut through these ropes.”
Without wasting any more time, Dr. Foster rushed out of the room, his mind racing. All he found in the trunk of his car was a kitchen knife—not ideal, but it was better than nothing. He returned to the room and knelt beside Mr. A again, carefully cutting through the ropes binding him.
After what felt like an eternity, the ropes finally gave way, and Mr. A was free from the hogtie, though his body remained stiff from hours of restraint. Mr. A immediately began helping the others, untying them one by one.
Once they were free, Mr. A eagerly shared what had happened. “They took Seb—Mr. Sutherland’s team kidnapped him. And there was another guy, someone our Master had been looking after personally; we don’t even know his name. They left us tied up like this.”
“Seb’s gone?” Dr. Foster asked, stunned. “You’re telling me he was actually kidnapped?”
Mr. A nodded grimly. “Yes. Mr. Sutherland took him and the other guy.”
Dr. Foster’s face paled as the gravity of the situation sank in. This was no longer a controlled scenario—it had gone too far. “I wasn’t expecting a real kidnapping… I arrived promptly upon recognizing, after an extensive review of the reports you submitted, that the boy is too fragile and would not withstand the considerable stress that the experience would impose upon him. Now this… He’s going to need special treatment afterward…”
Arthur was still fighting the ropes, his moaning unstoppable.
“Mr. C, inject this guy with a mild sedative—something to stop the struggling. He’s going to harm himself…”
“You’re right,” Mr. C replied. “It’s just that Master isn’t a big fan of sedation when it comes to the captive’s condition.”
“Oh, for God’s sake, can’t you hear his labored breathing? He’s going to pass out. Give him the sedative—something mild, doctor’s orders.”
As Mr. C approached the heavily bound Arthur, the latter went ballistic. Arthur’s eyes went wide with fear, his body thrashing with renewed energy as Mr. C knelt beside him, the syringe glinting in the low light. MMMMPPPHHHH! Arthur’s gagged protests grew frantic as the needle inched closer to his neck.
Mr. A had to hold Arthur down, gripping his shoulders tightly to prevent him from thrashing too much. Arthur’s muffled screams were desperate, and his chest heaved with the effort of resisting, but his strength was fading fast.
Mr. C was calm and precise. "Relax, Arthur. It's just to help you calm down." The needle slid into Arthur’s neck smoothly, and within seconds, the sedative began to take effect.
Arthur’s moaning became softer, his body gradually slackening as the drug spread through his system. His head lolled back, and the fight drained out of him, his eyelids drooping. MMMMPPPHHHH... his last weak moans trailed off into silence. His breathing slowed, becoming steady and deep.
“It’s done,” Mr. C said softly, stepping back. Arthur was still restrained and gagged, but the sedative had calmed him enough to prevent any further struggling.
The team gathered then around their Master, who was still hogtied and gagged. They examined the muzzle, the duct tape, and the police restraints that held him in place.
“Master…” Mr. A knelt down, meeting Sam’s eyes. “We can’t get you out of this. The cuffs... the muzzle... they need keys. And we don’t have them.”
Sam’s eyes widened in frustration, and he immediately began squirming, his body thrashing in the tight hogtie. The muzzle and tape made him feel trapped, and knowing that they couldn’t free him sent a surge of panic and anger through his veins.
MMMPPPHHHH! MMMMPPPPPHHHHH! His muffled groans grew louder as he twisted and pulled at the chains binding him, but it was no use. The police restraints held him tight, and the gag stayed in place, no matter how much he fought.
Dr. Foster watched, clearly shaken. “We need to get into town and find the tools to get him out of this.”
Mr. A nodded. “I’ll go with you. We need to get the tools to free Master—and fast.”
Without wasting any time, Dr. Foster and Mr. A headed out, leaving the others to keep watch over Sam, who remained gagged, hogtied, and helpless, his muffled grunts of frustration the only sound in the room.

DAY 2 - THE UNYIELDING RESTRAINTS FINALLY BROKEN

Dr. Foster and Mr. A returned almost three hours later, bags in hand, their expressions grim but determined. The moment they entered the room, Sam’s eyes locked onto the bags, filled with the hardware they hoped would be enough to get him out of those restraints.
“Got everything we need,” Mr. A said, setting the tools down on the floor. “Let’s get to work.”
Sam's muffled groans—“MMMMPPPHHH!”—were laced with impatience as he squirmed in his hogtie, the cuffs and chains clinking faintly with each movement. His body was tense, every muscle aching from the hours of being bound. He wanted out—now.
“Hold still, Master,” Mr. A said, picking up the bolt cutters. He knelt beside Sam, eyeing the thick chain connecting the cuffs. The metal links gleamed under the light, solid and unyielding. “We’ll start with the chain and then work our way up.”
Dr. Foster leaned in closer, holding the chain taut while Mr. A positioned the heavy-duty cutters around one of the links. The room fell silent, save for the soft breathing of the men. SNAP! The first cut was made, the link shattering under the force of the bolt cutters. Sam jerked involuntarily, his body loosening slightly as the tension from the chain relaxed.
“MMMMPPPPHHHH,” Sam groaned, his eyes wide with hope.
“One down,” Mr. A muttered, wiping sweat from his brow. He repositioned the cutters for the next link, knowing it would take time. SNAP! Another link fell away, and slowly, the chain holding Sam’s hands to his legs was being dismantled.
Dr. Foster, meanwhile, inspected the padlock securing the muzzle. “This lock is tougher than it looks,” he muttered, stepping aside. “You’d better handle this, Mr. A.”
Mr. A nodded, setting the bolt cutters aside and retrieving the lock-picking tools. He unrolled the kit carefully, revealing an array of picks and tension wrenches.
“This might take a while,” Mr. A warned, selecting a small pick and sliding it into the padlock’s keyhole. The metallic clicking of the tools filled the room as Mr. A worked with careful precision. Each twist and turn of the pick was deliberate, his face scrunched in concentration.
Sam watched with nervous anticipation, his body twitching with every subtle movement. The pressure of the socks in his mouth, combined with the tight duct tape and muzzle, made it difficult for him to focus on anything but the growing discomfort in his jaw.
“MMMMPPPHHH,” he groaned again, more insistent this time.
“Almost there, Master,” Mr. A said, his voice strained as he maneuvered the lock-picking tool deeper. After what felt like an eternity, there was a faint click. Mr. A’s eyes lit up. “Got it!”
He pulled the shackle free, and the muzzle came loose, clattering to the floor. Sam’s relief was immediate, but the duct tape and socks were still in place, keeping him gagged. His muffled groans continued—“MMMMPPPHHH!”
Dr. Foster reached over, carefully peeling the layers of tape from Sam’s face. With a final tug, the tape came off, leaving behind angry red marks on Sam’s skin. He leaned down and gently pulled the socks from Sam’s mouth, who immediately gasped for air, his jaw sore and aching.
“Finally…” Sam croaked, his voice hoarse. But the cuffs and leg irons remained.
“Almost done, Master,” Mr. A said, picking up the bolt cutters again. He positioned them over the cuffs and squeezed. SNAP! The cuffs broke free, one by one, until Sam was finally able to stretch his arms and legs.
Sam sat up slowly, his body trembling from the exertion. He rubbed his wrists, glaring at the discarded restraints on the floor. “We need to find them,” he rasped. “Now.”
“What are we going to do with Arthur, Master? He’s still restrained and gagged… Should we untie him?” Mr. C asked, his eyes flicking toward Arthur, who was slowly coming round, the effect of the mild sedative wearing off, and who had begun moaning and thrashing in frustration, still tightly bound.
Sam stood silent for a moment, calculating the next move. He knew Arthur’s state of mind was too volatile, his emotions heightened by the abduction of his stepbrother. Unleashing him now would be a mistake.
“No. We can’t untie him,” Sam said decisively. “He’s too emotionally involved—he’ll do something reckless. Isn’t that right, Dr. Foster?”
Dr. Foster hesitated but nodded. “I agree. Arthur's stepbrother has been taken, and the guilt alone is enough to push him over the edge.”
MMMMPPPPHHHH! Arthur moaned, his body writhing in desperation as he tried to break free from the tight restraints, his muffled sounds pleading for release.
Mr. C frowned, concern clear on his face. “We can’t just leave him like this, Master. We don’t know how long it’ll take to find the boys, and I can’t handle him alone. Either I sedate him or he’ll become unmanageable.”
Sam’s eyes darkened with frustration. He knew this wasn’t a situation that could be resolved with sedation. Arthur would need to be properly restrained to avoid further chaos.
“No need for more sedation,” Sam replied. “I know exactly what we’ll do.”
Mr. C and Dr. Foster exchanged uneasy glances.
“We’ll use the chair,” Sam continued, his tone sharpening. “It’s a prototype I’ve been working on. It’s stored in a secret room near my ready room. Only I can open it—there’s a secret code for access. Now follow me, I’ll tell you more about it.”
As they moved down the corridor, Sam’s mind churned with thoughts of the chair. “You see,” he began, his voice low and measured, “Mr. Sutherland commissioned me to design this chair. He had a fascination with the psychological impact of restraints—particularly when captives are forced to remain immobilized for long periods. He wanted to sell the design to criminal organizations for interrogation purposes. The chair was meant to break down the mind, not just the body.”
Dr. Foster’s brow furrowed. “You think Mr. Sutherland’s using those chairs on the boys?”
Sam nodded grimly. “I’m sure of it. He wouldn’t pass up the chance. The chair is designed to keep someone in a helpless state, even making them take care of their personal needs while still strapped down. That’s the part that fascinated him the most—the degradation. He likely has Seb and Luke in one of these chairs right now. It’s why he took Luke along with Seb—he wanted Seb to suffer more by watching his friend in the same condition.”
“Luke?” Dr. Foster asked, confusion crossing his face. The others turned their eyes to Sam, waiting for an explanation.
Sam hesitated, his mind racing. He couldn’t afford to reveal the full truth—that Luke was his friend. If Dr. Foster suspected that Sam was emotionally involved, it would compromise everything. “Just... another complication,” he said evasively. “Sutherland’s using him to mess with Seb’s head.”
Dr. Foster didn’t look entirely convinced, but he nodded and followed as Sam led the way to the secret room.
Sam punched a code into the control panel, and the door slid open with a soft hiss. Inside, the upgraded restraint chair sat, mounted on a cart with small wheels for easy movement. The design was sleek, yet cold and clinical. The seat was open at the front, and a bucket was already positioned beneath—integrated into the structure, ensuring the captive wouldn’t need to be moved, even for personal needs.
Mr. C eyed the chair warily. “This is it?”
Sam nodded. “It’s designed to keep captives completely immobile. They won’t need to be moved for anything.” His voice was flat, though there was a flicker of something darker behind his eyes as he pushed the cart out of the room.
When they returned with the chair, Sam’s team couldn’t help but glance at it with a mixture of awe and apprehension. The cold metallic structure gleamed under the dim lights, its straps hanging loose, ready to bind Arthur into complete submission.
“Put him in the chair,” Sam ordered.
Mr. C and Mr. A moved swiftly, untying Arthur from his bonds. His body sagged with relief for only a moment before they pulled him up, each of them gripping his arms to keep him under control.
Arthur, still gagged, fought them as best he could, but the exhaustion from the hours of restraint and the effect of the mild sedative made him too weak to put up much of a fight. MMMMPPPPHHH! he moaned, eyes wide in panic as they dragged him toward the waiting chair.
Without a word, Mr. C and Mr. A strapped Arthur into the restraint chair. The leather straps wrapped tightly around his thighs, pinning them to the open seat, his legs forced apart. His arms were pulled down and cuffed to the armrests, and another thick strap secured his torso to the back of the chair. The final strap immobilized his head, keeping him firmly in place against the headrest.
Arthur’s muffled moans grew desperate as he squirmed in the chair, but it was useless. He was completely trapped.
Sam watched the process with cold efficiency. “Just like your brother,” he murmured to himself, the irony not lost on him. Arthur, unknowingly, was now in the same predicament as his stepbrother Seb—both restrained in chairs, unable to move, unaware of each other’s fate.
“It’s done,” Mr. A said, stepping back from Arthur, now completely immobilized in the chair.
Arthur’s groans faded, replaced by shallow breathing as he realized the full extent of his predicament. There would be no escape now. The chair was designed to keep him restrained for as long as necessary.
“With Arthur strapped to the chair like this, you’ll be able to handle him on your own, Mr. C. You’ll just have to feed him and clean the bucket once a day. No need for moving him to the bathroom, no need for anyone to hold him still while he relieves himself or while you clean him. Can you handle him now, Mr. C?”
Dr. Foster added, “Can you handle the fact that the guy is going to experience being forced to be immobile for days? He won’t miss any chance to plea for freedom. Psychologically speaking, it will be stressful for him and for you as his guardian.”
Sam answered instead of Mr. C. “He can do it. They both are going to survive the experience. The stakes are too high.”
“We’ll leave him here,” Sam said quietly, his tone final. “He won’t need to be moved again.”

[Bradstick]

Dr. Foster’s face paled as the gravity of the situation sank in. This was no longer a controlled scenario—it had gone too far. “I wasn’t expecting a real kidnapping… I arrived promptly upon recognizing, after an extensive review of the reports you submitted, that the boy is too fragile and would not withstand the considerable stress that the experience would impose upon him. Now this… He’s going to need special treatment afterward…”

More questions indeed and some answers! Poor Seb, this literally will break him. Sam being the one who invented those chairs is interesting but makes sense. The irony of Arthur being stuck in one is hilarious.

My question is why Seb specifically was taken. And if he was aware of Luke’s connection to Sam. I doubt the only reason he took Luke was to further humiliate Seb. Can’t wait for the next chapters!

[squirrel]

Man, this chapter is absolutely amazing! I can't even imagine how furious Arthur must be; inches from being free, but left in restraints by the decision of the guys who were hogtied with him, side by side...

I hope Mr. C will be able to handle Arthur's pleas! After all, he has the gag if he grows bored of them

[blackbound]

Sam's predicament is the hottest thing in this chapter. Everyone else free, but unable to help him while he suffers the tight bondage and gag... incredible.

[Bondyboi]

Thank you so much @Bondyboi for your comment and for sticking with the story since the beginning! I’m really glad you're enjoying it as the tension builds. As for your wish… let’s just say, you're in for a treat. Things are about to get even more intense for Luke and Seb, but I won’t spoil too much just yet . I’ll be shifting the focus back to Sam and his team for now, but trust me—there’s more to come that will definitely keep you on the edge of your seat! Stay tuned!

Yay awesome! Can't really wait!

The new chapter is another great masterpiece. Love that poor Arthur got to experience the same chair as Luke and Seb. What a lucky guy to spend several days bound and gagged on this special chair And I hope Luke and Seb will not be found too quickly so they too can experience some longterm bondage storage on their chairs

[Htdgagfreak85]

Man, this chapter is absolutely amazing! I can't even imagine how furious Arthur must be; inches from being free, but left in restraints by the decision of the guys who were hogtied with him, side by side...

I hope Mr. C will be able to handle Arthur's pleas! After all, he has the gag if he grows bored of them

Thank you @squirrel ! Arthur’s fury is definitely brewing—being so close to freedom yet completely dependent on those who were right there beside him must be eating him up. Mr. C will certainly have his hands full… and, as you guessed, he may have to find creative ways to keep Arthur in line! Let’s just say the gag might not be the only solution he considers. Stay tuned—things are about to get even more intense!

[Htdgagfreak85]

Sam's predicament is the hottest thing in this chapter. Everyone else free, but unable to help him while he suffers the tight bondage and gag... incredible.

Glad you loved that moment! Sam’s struggle in total helplessness was something intense to write. Even though he’s free now, it’s clear those moments left their mark on him—and maybe on everyone who had to witness it too.

[Htdgagfreak85]

Thank you so much @Bondyboi for your comment and for sticking with the story since the beginning! I’m really glad you're enjoying it as the tension builds. As for your wish… let’s just say, you're in for a treat. Things are about to get even more intense for Luke and Seb, but I won’t spoil too much just yet . I’ll be shifting the focus back to Sam and his team for now, but trust me—there’s more to come that will definitely keep you on the edge of your seat! Stay tuned!

Yay awesome! Can't really wait!

The new chapter is another great masterpiece. Love that poor Arthur got to experience the same chair as Luke and Seb. What a lucky guy to spend several days bound and gagged on this special chair And I hope Luke and Seb will not be found too quickly so they too can experience some longterm bondage storage on their chairs

Thank you so much @Bondyboi ! Arthur’s experience on that chair was definitely a twist of fate, wasn’t it? And as for Luke and Seb… let’s just say they’re going to be spending quite some time in that 'storage' state. Their endurance will be tested, and I have a feeling there are more trials waiting for them. Stay tuned—this journey is far from over!

[Htdgagfreak85]

CHAPTER 14

“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
“Hell is—other people.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre

What started as torment is about to evolve into something far darker. As truths are revealed, and boundaries shattered, Luke and Seb are pushed to their limits. The real nightmare begins now... You've been warned.

DAY 2 – DAWN OF DESPAIR

Luke stirred again, the harsh reality of their situation flooding back as his muscles ached from hours of being strapped to the unforgiving chair. The room, with its oppressive silence and lack of windows, still felt like a prison, cutting off all sense of time or escape. He could feel the leather straps digging into his torso and thighs, keeping him immobilized, while his head remained held tightly against the chair’s headrest.
Across from him, Seb was in the same position, his face red with the humiliation of what they had been forced to endure. Their eyes met briefly, and Luke could see the exhaustion etched in Seb’s features, along with something deeper—an emotion Luke had tried to suppress since waking up here: fear.
For a moment, neither of them made a sound. Their ball gags, still fastened securely, made even the slightest groan turn into an unintelligible muffled noise. The constant drooling, the tight leather, and the physical restrictions had pushed them both to their limits.
Seb shifted slightly in his chair, his restraints creaking softly as he tried to get more comfortable. It was a useless effort. Luke knew that all too well. The chairs were designed for long-term restraint, making it impossible to move, to escape, or even to relieve oneself with any dignity.
Luke closed his eyes, the weight of everything too much to bear. The events of the past day—being captured, drugged, and then stripped of their autonomy—had broken something inside him. He had reached his breaking point. But as much as he wanted to let go, the presence of Seb kept him grounded. They were in this together, for better or worse.

DAY 2 – UNSPOKEN FEARS

The door creaked open, and my heart raced, knowing that only one person could be coming through it: Mr. Sutherland. His presence filled the room before he even said a word. I could hear his slow, deliberate footsteps echoing off the walls, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.
I tried not to meet his gaze, but when he stopped right in front of me, his shadow looming over, I had no choice but to look up. My jaw ached from the gag, and drool dripped uncontrollably from my mouth onto my chest. I knew I must have looked pathetic—exactly the way he wanted.
“Well, well,” he said with that icy, calculating tone. “It seems my guests have settled in.”
His eyes shifted between me and Seb, who was still strapped tightly to his chair across from me. Seb’s eyes were wide, filled with a mix of fear and exhaustion. I could see his chest rising and falling quickly as he tried to control his breathing, the leather straps making it impossible for him to move much.
Mr. Sutherland crouched down next to me, inspecting my gag. His fingers brushed against the ball gag, and I instinctively flinched.
“Let’s have a little chat, shall we?” he said softly, his tone almost mocking.
With a swift movement, he unbuckled the gag and pulled it from my mouth. I gasped as the ball finally came free, my jaw aching from being forced open for so long. I wanted to spit, to curse, but I bit my tongue, knowing that provoking him wouldn’t get me anywhere.
He wiped the drool from my chin with the back of his hand, a small smile playing on his lips. “There, much better.”
I glanced at Seb, whose gag remained firmly in place. His muffled moans of frustration were barely audible over the sound of his labored breathing. I could tell he was hoping that his gag would be removed too, but Mr. Sutherland wasn’t interested in being generous.
Instead, he turned his attention back to me, his cold eyes locking onto mine. “You’re going to be the one answering my questions, Luke. Seb can stay quiet for now. Isn’t that right, Seb?”
Seb’s muffled “MMMPPPHH” was filled with frustration, but it was clear he had no choice in the matter. His eyes darted toward me, silently pleading.
“What do you want from us?” I managed to croak out, my voice raspy from disuse.
Mr. Sutherland leaned in closer, his smirk widening. “Oh, Luke… you and Seb are going to help me with something I’ve been craving for so long…”
“Wh…What do you mean?” Please don’t hurt us”
“Oh, my dear boy, you’ll see…”
“Why are you doing this to us? What have we done to you?”
“Your right to speak ends now, Luke.”

DAY 2 – CRAFTED SILENCE

Mr. Sutherland approached a table near the corner of the room, where someone had carefully placed what appeared to be a selection of various-size gags.
“This is my personal collection of gags, Luke. Do you have any preferences? Or should I pick my favorite?”
I looked in silence at the wide selection of gags he showed me, realizing that whatever I chose would have been his favorite, the one that I would have inside my mouth for who knows how long.
He then held something that made my stomach drop—a thick, dark piece of leather.
“This,” Mr. Sutherland began, holding the gag up for me to see, “is no ordinary gag, Luke. It was handcrafted by a specialist—a piece designed exclusively for me.”
I blinked, my eyes widening at the sight of the leather gag. I had never seen anything like it before. It wasn’t just a regular gag; it looked engineered to muffle with maximum effectiveness. The centerpiece was a soft, supple ball of leather, thick enough to fill any mouth completely, but it was stitched with an intricate weave that gave it both strength and flexibility. The craftsmanship was impeccable—almost too perfect for something that existed purely to take away my ability to speak.
Mr. Sutherland’s voice dropped to a sinister whisper. “It’s called a stuffer gag. It is custom-made, designed to be impossible to remove without help. Once it’s in, you’ll be completely silent—just the way I want you.”
He slowly turned the gag in his hand, showing off its features with pride. The stuffer part of the gag was large—larger than anything I’d ever been gagged with. The leather was firm but had just enough give to mold itself to the shape of my mouth. It was attached to long straps made from reinforced leather, designed to fasten tightly around the back of the head, ensuring that once it was in, it would stay there.
“The core,” he explained, “is dense but malleable, fitting snugly against the tongue and teeth. And the outer layer—” he ran a finger along the gleaming black leather—“creates a perfect seal, ensuring not a single sound escapes once it’s strapped in place.”
I tried to pull back, but there was nowhere to go. My mind raced, trying to anticipate the suffocating sensation I knew would come the second that thing was forced between my lips.
“You’ve never seen one like this, have you?” Mr. Sutherland’s smile widened. “It’s made for one purpose: to control. To keep you utterly silent and completely at my mercy.”
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t argue. My eyes followed the leather stuffer in his hand, dread growing with each passing second. The stuffer wasn’t just about keeping me quiet—it was a symbol of his power, something that had been tailored specifically for his use, and now it was about to become mine.
Without warning, Mr. Sutherland’s fingers gripped my jaw, forcing my mouth open wider than I thought possible.
“Let’s see how it fits,” he murmured, shoving the stuffer gag deep into my mouth. The leather invaded every corner, pressing down on my tongue, stretching my cheeks painfully as it filled my mouth. The sheer size of it left me no room to fight back. It was like having a thick cushion shoved between my lips, and the pressure was immediate.
“MMMMPPPHHH!”
My moan was hopelessly muffled, barely escaping past the thick leather. The stuffer gag did exactly what Mr. Sutherland said it would—it absorbed my voice, leaving only the faintest noise behind.
He chuckled softly, watching my eyes widen in discomfort as I struggled to adjust to the gag. “See? It fits perfectly.”
I could feel the leather conforming to the shape of my mouth, pressing against my teeth and tongue, making every breath an effort. My cheeks bulged obscenely around the gag, and I could already feel drool pooling at the corners of my mouth.
Mr. Sutherland wasn’t finished yet. He carefully took the long leather straps and began wrapping them around the back of my head, pulling them tighter and tighter until the stuffer gag was sealed in place. The straps bit into my skin, locking the gag securely, leaving no room for movement.
He stepped back, admiring his work as I continued to groan into the gag, but no real sound came out. Just muffled, muted whimpers. “It was handcrafted to fit so well that not even duct tape is needed to keep it in place. You’ll stay gagged for as long as I decide.”
I could feel the leather pressed against every part of my mouth, molding to me, silencing me entirely. The helplessness was overwhelming.
“Drool will start soon,” Mr. Sutherland continued, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “And the more you try to speak, the more uncomfortable it will become. That’s the beauty of it, Luke. This gag wasn’t just made to silence you—it was made to remind you that you are under my control.”
“MMMMPPPHHHH!” I tried to groan, but the stuffer gag swallowed the sound completely, just as Mr. Sutherland promised.
He smiled coldly. “Good. Get used to it. This is your new silence.”

DAY 2 – A TRUE GAME OF SUBMISSION

Mr. Sutherland paced slowly in front of us, his eyes gleaming with a cold, predatory satisfaction. I could feel Seb’s tension from across the room, though he remained tightly bound and gagged, helpless like me. But there was something different about today—the air was thick with anticipation, and Mr. Sutherland’s smile was unsettlingly wider than usual.
“Sebastian,” Mr. Sutherland purred, his voice dripping with amusement. “I know what you’re thinking. What more could I possibly want from you?”
Seb’s eyes darted toward him, pleading, but the gag muffled any response.
“Well, today is a special day. Today, we start a game,” he continued, circling around Seb’s chair like a predator stalking its prey. “A game of submission, where you will have to make some very... difficult choices.”
I saw Seb’s body tense at Mr. Sutherland’s words, and my heart sank. Whatever was coming next couldn’t be good.
“You see, this game is very simple,” Mr. Sutherland said, his smile widening. “Every choice you make will determine whether you or your dear friend Luke suffers. And each act of submission will earn you the chance for a little mercy—either for you or for him. But defiance, hesitation, or refusal?” He paused, letting the words hang in the air. “Well, that will come with consequences.”
He turned toward me, his eyes cold. “Luke, you are the... incentive. If Seb refuses to submit, you will take his place. And if Seb plays along, you’ll both suffer less. Simple, isn’t it?”
My throat tightened, but the gag kept me silent. I looked at Seb, whose eyes were wide with panic. I could see him shaking his head slightly, but there was no escape from this twisted game.
Mr. Sutherland chuckled. “The first round is easy. A warm-up, if you will. Seb, I want you to beg me for something. Anything. Let’s start with that. You beg, and I’ll make sure Luke doesn’t suffer today.”
Seb moaned through the gag, struggling, but it was clear he didn’t want to play. I could see the resistance in his eyes—the defiance. But Mr. Sutherland was patient, standing before him with his arms crossed, waiting.
“You want to protect Luke, don’t you, Seb?” Mr. Sutherland asked softly. “You care about him, after all. This is your chance. Beg me for something. Anything.”
I could see Seb’s inner battle—his pride versus the overwhelming guilt he felt for what I was about to endure. His shoulders sagged, and I knew what was coming.
Mr. Sutherland moved behind Seb and slowly removed the ball gag, allowing Seb to speak. “What do you say?” he prompted, leaning in close.
There was a long, agonizing pause before Seb finally whispered, “Please... don’t hurt Luke.”
Mr. Sutherland grinned, a gleam of triumph in his eyes. “Ah, very good, Seb. Very good indeed. But we’re just getting started.”

DAY 2 – SWINGING BETWEEN PAIN AND SUBMISSION

Mr. Sutherland clapped his hands together, as if congratulating Seb for his first act of submission. But the cold satisfaction in his eyes told me this was only the beginning.
“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he said, circling back toward me. “But as I said, that was just a warm-up. The real choices start now.”
He walked over to the metal table in the corner, his movements deliberate. I could hear the faint clink of something metallic as he returned with a leather strap and a paddle. My stomach churned as I realized what was coming.
“Round two,” Mr. Sutherland announced. “Seb, you have two choices. You can submit by taking ten hits with this paddle, or you can let Luke take them for you. But there’s a catch—if Luke takes the hits, I’ll add an extra five for good measure.”
Seb’s face paled, and I saw his hands trembling against the restraints. His eyes darted between me and the paddle, the weight of the decision crashing down on him. He knew if he refused, it meant more pain for me—but submitting meant allowing himself to be humiliated in front of both of us.
“I’ll give you one minute to decide,” Mr. Sutherland said casually, as if this were a mere formality.
Seb’s breath quickened, and I could see the internal war raging inside him. The clock was ticking, and each second felt like an eternity. His lips quivered as if trying to form words, but no sound came out. He looked at me, his eyes filled with guilt, and I shook my head, trying to tell him that I could take it. I didn’t want him to suffer because of me.
“Time’s almost up, Seb,” Mr. Sutherland chimed, his voice light, almost mocking. “What will it be?”
With a deep, shuddering breath, Seb whispered, “I’ll take it.”
Mr. Sutherland’s smile widened as if he had won a personal victory. “Good choice.”
Mr. Sutherland’s smile deepened as he waved his hand toward his men. “Untie Seb. We’ll make this a little more... personal.”
Seb’s eyes widened as Mr. Brooks and another team member stepped forward, swiftly undoing the straps that held him to the chair. Seb’s limbs were stiff from being restrained for so long, and I could see him wince as they pulled him up onto his feet.
“Bring him over here,” Mr. Sutherland ordered, motioning toward a spot in the center of the room where a hook was embedded in the ceiling. The men dragged Seb over, his legs weak and shaky. Without hesitation, they pulled his arms above his head, securing his wrists to the hook with heavy leather cuffs.
Seb was left standing there, stretched and exposed, his back arched slightly from the strain of his position. His breath came in short, panicked bursts as Mr. Sutherland approached, the paddle in hand.
“Now, Seb,” Mr. Sutherland began, running the paddle down Seb’s back. “You made the right choice earlier, but let’s see how well you handle what comes next. Remember, you’re doing this for Luke.”
The first strike landed hard, and Seb’s body jerked against the restraints, a strangled moan escaping his lips. I watched in helpless agony as the second, third, and fourth blows followed in quick succession. His legs trembled, his body swaying, but he remained standing, barely.

DAY 2 – BURIED REGRETS

Seb hung there, barely able to stand after the paddling. His arms stretched painfully above his head, his wrists bound to the hook in the ceiling. Sweat trickled down his bare chest as he gasped for breath, his body trembling from the pain.
Mr. Sutherland stood before him, a wicked smile curling at his lips. “You’ve done well so far, Seb, but now we move on to the next phase of our game.”
Seb’s head lifted weakly, his eyes filled with dread. I could see the panic flicker across his face as Mr. Sutherland stepped closer, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
“You see, physical pain is only one part of submission,” Mr. Sutherland continued, pacing slowly between Seb and me. “The real power lies in emotional control. And now, you’ll have to make a choice—sacrifice your pride, or watch Luke suffer.”
Seb’s eyes widened as he glanced at me, the fear in his gaze unmistakable. I tried to shake my head, to tell him not to worry about me, but I was as helpless as he was, my body still strapped to the chair.
Mr. Sutherland’s voice was soft but commanding. “Here’s how this works, Seb. You tell me something deeply personal—something you’ve kept hidden from everyone else. And I want Luke to hear it.”
He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in before continuing. “Or, if you refuse... Luke will be punished. He’ll endure the same paddling you just went through, only worse.”
Seb’s breath hitched, and I saw his body tense. The silence in the room grew heavier by the second as he struggled to decide.
“Tick-tock, Seb,” Mr. Sutherland said with a smirk. “What’s it going to be? Your pride, or Luke’s pain?”
Seb’s lips quivered as he fought the battle raging inside him. I could see the tears welling up in his eyes, the guilt and shame weighing down on him. He didn’t want to give in—he didn’t want to bare his soul in front of me, in front of Mr. Sutherland. But the thought of me enduring more pain was tearing him apart.
“You can make this end, Seb,” Mr. Sutherland coaxed, his voice smooth and calculating. “All it takes is one confession. Tell us something you’ve never told anyone. Something you’re ashamed of. It’s that simple.”
Seb looked at me, his face contorted with anguish. I could feel my own heart pounding, the tension suffocating. I wanted to tell him not to do it, that I could take the pain, but the horrible stuffer gag in my mouth silenced me.
Finally, Seb broke. His voice cracked as he whispered, “Please... please don’t hurt Luke.”
Mr. Sutherland tilted his head, feigning curiosity. “Then tell me, Seb. Tell me something you’ve never admitted to anyone. Let’s see how much you value Luke’s well-being.”
Seb’s chest rose and fell with labored breaths. His eyes darted around the room as if searching for a way out, but there was none. He swallowed hard, his lips trembling as the confession slipped from his mouth.
“I want something real. Something that you’ve kept buried so deep, you’ve convinced yourself no one could ever find it.” Mr. Sutherland paused, leaning in closer, his voice lowering to a whisper. “You know what I’m talking about, don’t you, Seb?”
Seb’s breath hitched, and his eyes widened in horror. He knew exactly what Mr. Sutherland was referring to—something so dark and painful, he had spent a lot of time trying to forget it himself. But now it was being dragged out of him, like poison seeping through old wounds.
“I don’t...” Seb’s voice faltered. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.
Mr. Sutherland’s smirk widened as he turned toward me, still strapped to the chair, gagged, and unable to do anything but watch.
“Luke’s been lucky so far,” Mr. Sutherland said casually, brushing imaginary dust from his sleeves. “But if you don’t tell me what I want, that luck is about to run out. The next punishment will make what you just endured seem like child’s play.”
Seb’s gaze flicked to me, his eyes filled with a mixture of desperation and guilt. I could see him struggling, his body trembling as the weight of the decision crushed him. He didn’t want to say it. He couldn’t. But he knew what would happen if he didn’t.
“Tell me,” Mr. Sutherland coaxed, his voice soft, seductive, as if the secret was a gift Seb was about to give. “Or Luke pays the price.”
Tears welled up in Seb’s eyes, and he shook his head, trying to fight it. “No... please...”
“Tick-tock, Seb. Time’s running out,” Mr. Sutherland’s voice was almost sing-song, like he was enjoying every second of this.
Seb’s body shook with sobs, and finally, he broke. His voice came out in a broken whisper, barely audible. “I... I hurt someone.”
Mr. Sutherland’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, but he wasn’t satisfied with just that. “Go on,” he urged. “Tell us everything.”
“No, no, I don’t want to”
“Think carefully, my dear, you don’t want Luke to suffer the consequences of your bad choices, do you?”
“Please don’t’ hurt Luke”
“I’ll give you more time to think about the course of your actions Seb, use it carefully”

DAY 2 – SHACKLED SECRETS

Seb was left hanging from the hook in the ceiling, his wrists bound tightly together, his arms stretched painfully overhead. His toes barely touched the floor, forcing him to balance on them to relieve the strain on his shoulders. Across from him, I remained strapped to the chair, the leather restraints holding me in place, the huge leather stuffer gag forcing my mouth open, making my jaw ache. Drool dripped from my chin, a constant reminder of my humiliation. The bucket under the open seat, meant for personal needs, added to the unbearable sense of degradation.
Mr. Sutherland stood once again between us, that cold, twisted smile on his face. "Seb, it’s time you told Luke what really happened. Tell him what you did."
Seb’s eyes filled with terror, his body trembling as he hung helpless. He didn’t want to say it—didn’t want to admit to the horrible truth. But Mr. Sutherland wasn’t going to let it go. He wanted Seb to relive it, to watch him break under the weight of his guilt.
"MMMPPPHHHH!" I moaned, trying to offer Seb some comfort through the gag, but the sound was muffled, useless. I could do nothing but watch as Seb’s confession unfolded.
“It was supposed to be a game,” Seb began, his voice shaking. “Just like we always played before, only this time... this time, I took it too far.”
Mr. Sutherland leaned in slightly, a gleam in his eyes. “You were in the woods, weren’t you?”
Seb nodded, his voice growing smaller with each word. “Yeah... we were in the woods. He was older than me, eighteen, and I was sixteen. We played these games all the time. But that day... I don’t know what came over me.”
He paused, his eyes glassy with tears, his face pale with fear and guilt.
“I tied him up,” Seb continued, his voice shaking. “I tied his wrists behind his back, his ankles together, and gagged him. We always did that... it was supposed to be fun. But then... I left him. I just walked away and didn’t come back until the next morning.”
My heart sank. Seb had left his friend tied up in the middle of the woods overnight? The horror of it hit me like a punch to the gut, and I could see the pain in Seb’s eyes as he relived the moment.
“When I came back,” Seb’s voice cracked, “he was a wreck. He’d been struggling all night, trying to get free. His wrists were raw from the ropes. His face was streaked with tears. His shorts were soaked—he’d pissed himself because I left him like that for hours. He couldn’t scream for help because of the gag, and he just... he looked broken.”
"MMMMPPPHHHH!" I groaned again, horrified at what Seb had done. His friend had been left tied, gagged, and utterly alone all night.
Seb’s body trembled violently. “I panicked... I was so scared. I thought he’d never forgive me. So I... I untied the gag, but when he started yelling at me—telling me how much he hated me, how he was going to tell his parents—I freaked out.”
Mr. Sutherland’s grin widened. “And then you made it worse, didn’t you?”
Seb’s tears flowed freely now, his voice barely a whisper. “I... I hogtied him,” he confessed, his voice shaking. “I tied his wrists to his ankles, and I gagged him again. I was terrified of getting in trouble, so I just... left him like that. Tied up, helpless, alone.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Seb hadn’t just abandoned his friend—he’d made it worse, tightening the restraints and gagging him again. The betrayal was staggering.
“I ran,” Seb whispered, his voice cracking under the weight of his guilt. “I ran away and left him there. Hours later, someone found him. He was still hogtied... still gagged. When I saw him again a few days later, I tried to apologize, but... but he hated me. He couldn’t even look at me. He said he never wanted to see me again. That I’d ruined everything.”
"MMMMPPPHHHH," I groaned, wishing I could speak, wishing I could offer him something—anything—to lessen the pain. But the gag kept me silent, just as helpless as Seb’s friend had been.
“There’s more, isn’t there, Seb?” Mr. Sutherland’s voice cut through the air, almost taunting, daring Seb to reveal every detail. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he already knew the whole story, though I couldn’t imagine how.
“I… I tore his t-shirt,” Seb’s voice was barely a whisper, thick with regret. “I left him without it, bare-chested…”
“Go on, Seb,” Mr. Sutherland urged, his tone dripping with cruel satisfaction.
Seb’s voice cracked, trembling with shame. “I... I was so turned on by the power I had over him that I…"
“You what, Seb?”
Seb swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on the floor. “My hands were shaking as I knelt beside him, tightening the ropes that already bound his wrists and ankles. I could see how they bit into his skin, how helpless he looked, but something in me... I don’t know, something wanted to make sure he couldn’t move at all.”
He paused, his voice laced with remorse. “I wrapped another rope around his arms, just above his elbows, pulling tight until his biceps were pinned against his sides. I can still see his expression—how his muscles strained against the binds, his eyes wide with that sudden realization that he had no chance. And then... I blindfolded him, using a strip of fabric from his torn shirt."
Seb’s breathing hitched as he continued. “I should have stopped there, but I didn’t. I moved to his legs, wrapping more rope around his thighs, drawing them tighter with each pull. I wanted him to feel every inch of restraint, to know he couldn’t break free. When I tied that last knot… he was trapped. Completely. And I remember just… standing there, watching him squirm. Telling myself it was just part of the game, but deep down, I knew it wasn’t. I wanted him to feel that helplessness.”
He took a shaky breath. “I… I left him there, bound, struggling, knowing he couldn’t get free. And I can’t undo it. I’ll never forget how I walked away, knowing he had no chance. God, if I could take it all back…”
Mr. Sutherland stepped closer to Seb, his tone soft but cruel. “You had him at your mercy, didn’t you? You had all the power.”
“No,” Seb sobbed, his body shaking with guilt. “I didn’t want that. I never wanted to hurt him.”
“But you did,” Mr. Sutherland said coldly, his eyes boring into Seb’s. “You used that power to punish him. And now, here you are... just like he was. Bound, gagged, helpless. But this time, there’s no one coming to save you.”
Seb’s sobs grew louder, his body shaking uncontrollably as he hung from the ceiling. The weight of his actions crushed him. I could see the agony in his eyes, the guilt eating away at him.
“And now,” Mr. Sutherland said, turning his gaze to me, “Luke, you get to watch your friend break under the weight of his sins. You’ll witness every second of his torment.”
I squirmed in the chair, my wrists pulling uselessly against the straps. "MMMMPPPHHHH!" I groaned, knowing there was nothing I could do.
Mr. Sutherland moved closer to Seb, his hand grazing Seb’s cheek. “This is what you deserve, Seb,” he whispered. “This is the punishment for your betrayal.”
Seb closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face. “I’m sorry,” he choked out. “I’m so sorry.”
I could feel the tension in the room thickening, the air growing colder as Seb’s confession hung in the silence. Mr. Sutherland had broken him, and I could do nothing to stop it.
For a moment, even Mr. Sutherland seemed taken aback by the intensity of Seb’s confession. But then his grin returned, and he stepped closer to Seb, placing a hand on his cheek.
“There it is,” Mr. Sutherland whispered, his voice laced with satisfaction. “The truth. You see, Seb? You’ve been carrying that darkness inside you for so long. Now Luke knows just how twisted you really are.”
Seb hung there, broken, unable to lift his head. He couldn’t meet my eyes. The shame was too great, the guilt too overwhelming.
I wanted to comfort him, to tell him that it was okay, that I didn’t judge him. But I couldn’t. Not with the gag in my mouth, not with the restraints keeping me trapped in place. All I could do was sit there, helpless, watching Seb’s world collapse around him.
Mr. Sutherland turned to me, his eyes gleaming with malice. “And now, Luke, you see the real Seb. Weak. Pathetic. Broken.”
Seb hung there, his body shaking from the weight of his confession. His eyes were distant, hollow—he wasn’t here anymore. His mind had retreated somewhere far away, where the guilt and shame couldn’t reach him. But Mr. Sutherland wasn’t about to let him stay there.
“No rest yet, Seb,” Mr. Sutherland said softly, his voice dripping with malevolent pleasure. “We’re just getting started. You’ve shown me your weakness, your shame... but now, I want to see how far you’re willing to go.”
Seb’s head lifted slowly, his face streaked with tears. His voice was weak, barely a whisper. “Please... I can’t do this anymore.”
“You don’t get to decide when this ends,” Mr. Sutherland snapped, his eyes darkening. “You’re in my hands now. The only choice you have is how much more Luke will suffer because of your hesitation.”
Seb’s gaze flicked to me again, his eyes pleading for mercy. But there was nothing I could do—nothing either of us could do. The restraints held me tight, my body still strapped to the chair, unable to speak, unable to move.

DAY 2 - TASTING HUMILIATION

The room was thick with tension. I sat strapped tightly to the chair, my arms cuffed and pinned, my legs spread, and my body entirely immobilized. My naked skin felt exposed and vulnerable, every inch of me on display. The weight of the leather stuffer gag pressed against my tongue, my jaws aching from the effort of holding it in place. Drool had already begun to pool and spill from the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin and onto my bare chest.
Across from me, Seb hung suspended from the ceiling, equally naked, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. His breathing came in shallow, ragged bursts. He looked utterly defeated, tears streaking his flushed cheeks.
Mr. Sutherland stood in the center of the room, observing us both, his cold eyes glinting with amusement. “It’s time for the next phase, boys,” he said, his voice smooth as silk. “Seb, my dear, it’s time you show just how submissive you can be.”
Seb’s head shot up, his eyes wide with dread. “No... please, no more,” he whimpered, his voice trembling.
Mr. Sutherland chuckled softly. “I’m afraid it’s not up to you, Seb. You’ve already given yourself to me. Now, you’ll do as I command.”
With a slow, deliberate movement, Mr. Sutherland approached the control panel on the side of my chair. My heart pounded as I tried to anticipate what would happen next. He pressed a button, and I felt the chair shift beneath me, the mechanical whir of the tilting mechanism humming to life. Slowly, my body was tilted backward, the chair moving into a near-horizontal position until my legs were raised at a ninety-degree angle.
My feet, dirty and rough from walking barefoot since the moment I was kidnapped, hung vulnerably in the air. Dirt and grime clung to the soles, the remnants of my capture. I tried to squirm, but the leather straps holding my body in place were unyielding. My filthy soles were now completely exposed, facing Seb, ready for whatever humiliating task Mr. Sutherland had in mind.
“MMMMPPPPHHHH!” I groaned, trying to plead through the gag, but my voice was nothing more than muffled noise, swallowed by the thick stuffer gag.
Mr. Sutherland grinned wickedly. “There we go—nice and exposed, just as planned.”
Seb stared at my feet, his face contorted with shame and fear. “Please... no...” His voice cracked, barely a whisper.
Ignoring his pleas, Mr. Sutherland walked over to him, untangling him from the hook in the ceiling and pulling him to his knees. Seb’s body slumped slightly, still restrained but now lowered to the ground. Mr. Sutherland gripped his chin, forcing his head up to meet his gaze.
“You’ll lick Luke’s feet, Seb,” he commanded, his voice cold and unrelenting. “And you’ll do it properly. You’ll lick them until I say you’re done. If you stop, if you hesitate, there will be consequences.”
Seb’s lower lip trembled as he looked over at me, his eyes full of shame. His face turned bright red as he tried to muster the words to object, but nothing came. He was too broken, too afraid. I tried to shake my head, to signal to Seb that it didn’t matter, that he didn’t have to do it, but my own restraints held me firmly in place, and the gag prevented any coherent words from escaping.
Mr. Sutherland knelt beside Seb, whispering in his ear. “You see, Seb, this is what submission feels like. Complete obedience. The sooner you accept that, the easier it will be for you.”
Tears welled in Seb’s eyes as he reluctantly leaned forward, his body shaking with humiliation. Slowly, he lowered his head until his lips brushed against the filthy sole of my foot. I could feel his hot breath on my skin, the wetness of his tears mixing with the dirt and grime that coated my feet.
“MMMMPPPPHHHHH!” I groaned, mortified at the situation. I wanted to scream, to shout at Mr. Sutherland to stop this madness, but the gag ensured my silence.
Seb’s lips trembled as he hesitated, but a sharp glance from Mr. Sutherland reminded him of the punishment that awaited him if he disobeyed. With a shaky breath, Seb pressed his lips to the sole of my foot and began to lick, his tongue dragging slowly across the dirty skin, picking up the taste of sweat and dirt.
“Good boy,” Mr. Sutherland purred, standing over Seb with a look of twisted satisfaction. “Lick every inch of his feet, Seb. And don’t forget—if you stop, there will be consequences.”
Seb’s licking was tentative at first, slow and uncertain, but as the minutes passed, his movements became more mechanical, more resigned. The humiliation was written all over his face, his tears continuing to fall as he obeyed, licking my dirty feet under Mr. Sutherland’s watchful gaze.
I felt every movement of Seb’s tongue against my soles, the sensation both bizarre and deeply unsettling. I wanted to pull my feet away, to stop this degrading act, but I was powerless to do anything but endure it. The leather straps held me in place, the stuffer gag ensuring I remained silent.
Mr. Sutherland circled us slowly, watching with keen interest. “Look at you, Seb,” he said, his voice low and mocking. “You were once so proud, so resistant. But now, you’re licking Luke’s filthy feet like the obedient little submissive you were meant to be.”
Seb let out a soft sob, his body shuddering as he continued to lick, his face contorted with shame.
“MMMMPPPPHHHHH...” My own groan of protest was barely audible, lost in the thick gag. I wanted to comfort Seb, to tell him it wasn’t his fault, but there was nothing I could do. The power dynamic was clear—Mr. Sutherland was in control, and we were merely pawns in his twisted game.
The minutes dragged on, each one more excruciating than the last. Seb’s licking grew more frantic, as if he was trying to finish the task as quickly as possible, but Mr. Sutherland showed no signs of stopping him.
“Keep going, Seb,” he commanded, his voice like ice. “You’re not done yet.”
Seb’s sobs grew louder, his body shaking with the weight of the humiliation. And still, he obeyed, his tongue continuing its humiliating journey across my exposed, dirty soles.

Seb gagged slightly, clearly revolted by the taste of my feet. I could feel his tongue’s wet, rough texture against the grime on my skin, the dirt that had collected after being kidnapped, dragged across the floor, and tied to this damn chair. Each stroke of his tongue left a small patch of clean skin in its wake, but the sound of his labored breathing and the pitiful moans escaping from his throat made my heart sink.
I wanted to say something, anything to stop this, but I couldn’t. I was gagged, the leather stuffer gag filling my mouth, the straps tight around my jaw. “MMMMPPPPHHH!” I groaned, but the sound was nothing more than a muted noise in the room, powerless against Mr. Sutherland’s command.
And then, a sensation crept up inside me, one I hadn’t expected. A tingling, a kind of pleasure, started to rise from the back of my mind. As Seb continued to lick, his warm breath and soft tongue sliding across my soles, I felt a shiver run up my spine. It wasn’t supposed to feel good—it was supposed to be humiliating for both of us, degrading. But there was something about the control, the power, even in my helpless state, that sent an electric charge through me.
My body betrayed me, reacting in ways I couldn’t control. I hated it. Seb was suffering, humiliated beyond words, but a part of me couldn’t help but feel a strange thrill from what he was doing. My stomach churned with guilt, the taste of it bitter in my mouth beneath the gag. I didn’t want to feel this way, but I did.
Seb paused, his eyes watering as he pulled back for a moment, his tongue hanging out of his mouth like he was about to vomit. His breaths came in sharp gasps, and I could see the pain in his expression—the emotional toll of licking the dirty soles of his friend.
I wanted to comfort him, tell him it was okay, but the stuffer gag kept me silent. “MMMMPPPPHHH! MMMMPPPPHHH!” I tried again, but Mr. Sutherland’s cold eyes flicked toward me, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, Luke?” he whispered darkly, moving closer to me. You like having Seb at your feet, don’t you?”
“MMMMPPPPHHHHH! NNNNNRGHHHH!” I shook my head furiously, but the truth was already there, impossible to hide.
Seb, oblivious to the torment in my mind, resumed his humiliating task, his tongue dragging slowly across my heel now, his moans of disgust filling the room. His lips were raw, his tongue surely dry, and yet, he continued. He had no choice.
I felt his tongue brush over the filth that had collected between my toes, and I winced, both at the sensation and the realization of how dehumanizing this was for him. And yet, the strange pleasure persisted, twisting itself into my gut, making me feel even more trapped than the physical restraints ever could.
The room was filled with the sound of Seb’s licking, his quiet, pained moans, and my own muted groans of protest—both of us caught in this unbearable, humiliating game.


DAY 2 – THE UNFORGIVEN PAST

Seb had just been returned to the chair, his wrists and ankles strapped down tightly, his body trembling with residual fear. My chair was tilted back, leaving me bound, gagged, and forced to watch as they secured him, locking him into helplessness once more. But this time, they hadn’t gagged him. Not yet.
His breathing was ragged, the humiliation of licking my dirty soles still fresh on his face. But as I looked at him, I could see something deeper—a cold, creeping dread spreading through his veins. His eyes darted nervously around the room, and then they locked on Mr. Sutherland.
“You’ve been wondering about the boy you left behind, haven’t you?” Mr. Sutherland’s voice sliced through the air like a blade. Each word was slow, deliberate, and full of malice. “You thought you could just leave him there... hogtied, gagged... helpless. And then pretend it never happened.”
Seb froze, his eyes wide with fear. He tugged against the straps binding him to the chair, panic surging through him. His confession from earlier echoed in my mind—how he had left his friend tied up in the woods, gagged and blindfolded. How he had come back the next morning and found him terrified and broken. But instead of helping him, Seb had made it worse. He’d hogtied him again, gagged him, and left him for someone else to find.
I struggled in my own bonds, a muffled “MMMMPPPPHHHH” escaping my gagged lips as I tried to understand where this was going. Seb’s terrified expression said it all—he knew this was more than just a reminder of his guilt.
Mr. Sutherland stepped forward, his cold eyes boring into Seb. “You never knew what really happened to him after that, did you?”
Seb didn’t speak, but the panic in his eyes told me everything. He had never known. He had carried the guilt, yes, but he had never found out who rescued Daniel or when it had happened.
“You didn’t find him,” Mr. Sutherland continued, his voice tight with contempt. “Someone else did. He was left there, hogtied and blindfolded, for the rest of the day... and into the night.”
Seb’s breath hitched in his throat, and I could see his body trembling harder. He looked like he was going to be sick. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him.
“Do you know who finally came for him?” Mr. Sutherland asked, taking another step forward, his voice laced with cruel amusement.
Seb’s mouth moved, but no words came out. His chest was heaving, his entire body locked in fear.
“I found him,” Mr. Sutherland said, his voice a low, menacing growl. “Late that night, I found my nephew—hogtied, gagged, blindfolded, and left to suffer through another day because you were too much of a coward to set him free.”
The room felt like it was closing in on me. Nephew? Seb had left Mr. Sutherland’s nephew tied up and helpless? I could see Seb’s face drain of color as the words sank in.
“No... no... I didn’t know... I didn’t mean for—” Seb stammered, his voice cracking with fear.
“But you did,” Mr. Sutherland snapped, stepping closer, his shadow looming over Seb. “You hogtied him again. You gagged him again. You made it worse.”
Seb shook his head frantically, tears streaming down his face. His breathing was coming in shallow gasps now. I could see the full weight of his actions crashing down on him, the realization that this was far worse than he ever imagined.
“You thought you could apologize later and make it all better,” Mr. Sutherland continued, his voice now a chilling whisper. “But by the time I found him, he was already broken. His wrists were raw from the ropes, his body shaking with fear. You did that, Seb. You.”
Seb’s body trembled violently in the chair. I could hear his breaths turning into choked sobs. He was falling apart.
“I thought... I thought someone would find him sooner,” Seb choked out, his voice barely a whisper. “I didn’t know it was you.”
“But it was me,” Mr. Sutherland hissed, his face darkening. “And now, Seb, you get to face what you did.”
I could feel the tension in the room growing. My heart pounded in my chest, every muscle in my body aching from being strapped down for so long, but I couldn’t focus on anything but Seb. He looked like a broken doll—completely shattered by what he was hearing.
And then, Mr. Sutherland turned to his team, his voice slicing through the silence. “Daniel,” he called, his tone sharp and commanding. “It’s time.”
My heart skipped a beat. One of the masked men stepped forward slowly, his movements deliberate and calm. Seb’s eyes darted to him, wide with fear. He was trembling so violently now, his whole body shaking as if it was going to fall apart.
“No... no, no, no...” Seb muttered under his breath, tears streaming down his cheeks. I watched in horror as the man reached up, hands hovering over his mask. I knew what was coming. Seb knew too.
The mask came off.
Daniel.
He stood there, older, taller, with hardened features, but there was no mistaking him. He was the same boy Seb had betrayed all those years ago. The same boy Seb had left tied and gagged in the woods.
Seb gasped, his whole body going rigid. “No... Daniel, I didn’t... I didn’t mean—”
Daniel’s eyes were cold, filled with rage. “You remember me, don’t you?”
Seb whimpered, unable to form a response. He was terrified, and I could feel his fear radiating across the room. The tension was unbearable.
"You left me tied up in those woods. Like I was nothing. You didn’t just abandon me—you punished me," Daniel growled, his voice thick with hatred.
"I didn’t mean to hurt you, Daniel. I was scared—"
"You were a coward!" Daniel spat, his eyes blazing. “You tied me up even tighter, gagged me again, and walked away. I screamed and struggled all day. My wrists bled. I pissed myself.”
Seb was sobbing now, his body trembling so hard I thought he might pass out. "I’m sorry... I’m so sorry, Daniel... I didn’t know... I didn’t mean for it to go that far."
Daniel’s face twisted with fury. “Sorry? That’s all you have to say? You thought you could apologize, and it would make everything better? You think sorry erases what I went through?”
Seb couldn’t answer. His entire body was shaking uncontrollably, his chest heaving with sobs. And then I heard it—a soft trickling sound. Seb had lost control, urine hitting the metal bucket beneath him. The sound echoed through the room, a humiliating reminder of his fear.
“You disgust me,” Daniel hissed, watching Seb’s humiliation with cold satisfaction.
Mr. Sutherland, standing tall and ominous, observed the scene with a dark smile. "Gag him, Daniel."
Daniel stepped forward, holding a large leather stuffer gag in his hand. Seb whimpered, but he didn’t resist. He was too broken, too defeated to fight back. Daniel grabbed his jaw roughly, forcing his mouth open.
"MMMMPPPPHHHHH!" Seb’s muffled cries were pitiful as Daniel shoved the gag deep into his mouth, stuffing it with precision. The leather straps were tightened around Seb’s head, sealing the gag firmly in place.
I watched, helpless, as Seb’s world shrank to the pressure of the gag. His muffled groans became whimpers as Daniel stepped back, satisfaction etched on his face.
Mr. Sutherland’s voice broke the silence, cold and cruel. “Welcome to your reckoning, Seb. This is only the beginning.”
I sat there, strapped to my chair, unable to move, unable to help. Seb was broken, and I had no idea what was coming next.

DAY 2 – SINS OF THE PAST

Seb sat trembling in the chair, still naked, the leather stuffer gag tightly in place, the psychological weight of the threat looming over him like a dark cloud. Mr. Sutherland stood tall beside Daniel, a proud, satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
Daniel approached Seb slowly, his presence dominating the room. His gaze was cold, unforgiving, and Seb felt small, powerless, as if the walls were closing in on him. I remained strapped in the chair across from Seb, my eyes wide with concern as I watched the horror unfold.
"You know what it feels like, Seb, don’t you?" Daniel's voice was cold, dripping with malice. "To be left alone... hogtied, naked, helpless. Imagine how cold it gets when the sun goes down, the sounds of the woods, the insects, and you... unable to scream or move. Do you think you’d survive?"
Seb’s heart raced, his body trembling in fear as the memories of what he had done to Daniel crashed down on him like a tidal wave. He could still picture the woods, the ropes, the gag… and how he had left his friend to suffer. Now, the tables had turned, and Daniel had all the power.
Daniel moved toward a small metal cart that had been placed by Mr. Sutherland’s team in the corner of the room, where an array of sinister-looking devices were laid out. Mr. Sutherland’s voice dripped with sadistic satisfaction as he handed Daniel a pair of electrodes and a small control box.
“Now, Daniel, place the electrodes where they’ll have the... greatest effect.”
Daniel’s smirk widened as he approached Seb, who was still strapped tightly to the chair. Seb’s eyes went wide with terror as Daniel’s hands moved lower, deliberately placing the electrodes on his genitals. The sheer humiliation and fear in Seb’s face made my stomach turn.
“You see,” Mr. Sutherland said, his tone almost clinical, “the pain will be... excruciating here. But don’t worry, Seb. We’ll take care not to cause any lasting damage. You’re still valuable to us.”
Seb tried to shake his head, but the tight straps holding him down made it impossible. His muffled pleas—“MMMMPPPHHH! MMMMPPPPHHHHH!”—were barely audible through the thick leather stuffer gag. His eyes flicked toward me, wide and pleading.
I, watching helplessly from my own chair, could do nothing but moan in sympathy—“MMMMPPPPHHHH!”—knowing what Seb was about to endure. I had never seen anyone so terrified, and knowing Seb was about to experience something even worse than what had already been inflicted was gut-wrenching.
Mr. Sutherland’s tone adopted a calm, almost instructional air. “Let me explain, so you understand,” he said, holding up the device with a certain pride. “These electrodes are specifically designed for maximum efficiency and safety. When placed on the genitals, even a mild electric current will trigger what we call a ‘pain reflex’—a highly intense, involuntary reaction that amplifies with the slightest stimulus."
Seb’s hands shook as he absorbed every word, his face paling as Mr. Sutherland went on.
"Now, the sympathetic nervous system—the body’s core pain alarm—responds sharply to stimulation in this region. It heightens blood flow and sensory awareness, meaning even a minimal pulse here will evoke the most intense response possible, without causing harm."
I could only watch, my heart sinking as he continued. “The nerve spread in the genital area is also perfect for this type of ‘application,’” Mr. Sutherland concluded clinically, eyeing me as if his explanation would somehow lessen my dread. "The electric field affects all surrounding nerves, amplifying sensation without risk. Strong pain, Luke,” he added, leaning down to meet my eyes, “but entirely endurable. Tested and recognized as safe, it can be applied repeatedly.” His voice took on a cold, casual tone. “After all... we’re not barbarians.”
He adjusted the settings on the device, pointing out the details as he continued, “We’ll set the intensity dial to 3.5 on the scale. It’s sufficient to cause a deep pain reflex without surpassing tolerance thresholds.” His fingers hovered over the frequency modulation, and he turned it to 4 Hz. “The pulse intervals will remain short—one-second bursts—to keep the nerve endings engaged.”
The casual mention of repeated use sent a chill through me. Instead of reassuring, it meant the device could be inflicted over and over, for as long as Daniel or Mr. Sutherland desired.

Daniel’s hand hovered over the button on the device, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Ready, Seb?” he sneered, savoring the moment.
Without waiting for an answer, he pressed the button.
Seb’s body convulsed violently, every muscle seizing in agony as the electric current surged through his most sensitive area. His muffled scream echoed through the room, “MMMMPPPPHHHHHHHH!” but the leather gag swallowed most of the sound. His body thrashed against the restraints, but there was no escape from the relentless pain tearing through him.
I watched in horror, my own body tensing as Seb writhed in the chair, helpless and gagged, enduring pain unlike anything I had seen before. The sight of Seb’s suffering made my heart race with dread. I knew what was coming next.
After what felt like an eternity, Daniel released the button, and Seb slumped forward in the chair, drenched in sweat, his body trembling uncontrollably. His muffled whimpers barely registered as he gasped for breath through the gag.
But Mr. Sutherland wasn’t done. He turned to me, his cold gaze locking onto mine. “Now, Luke,” he said slowly, “it’s your turn. However, it will be your friend who applies the electrodes and pushes the button. Will you do that, Seb?”
Daniel unstrapped Seb from the chair, but he remained frozen in place, staring blankly. His body was so drained he couldn’t even stand. The room was silent, the tension thick, as he struggled to gather himself, his pale face filled with dread. Finally, he mustered the strength to rise, taking shaky steps toward me, his gaze downcast. He was drenched in sweat, and his eyes wide with fear. I could see the conflict in him—he didn’t want to do this, but Daniel’s presence loomed over him like a dark shadow, and I knew he couldn’t refuse.
Daniel stood beside Mr. Sutherland, his arms crossed, his eyes cold and unforgiving. “You know what’s going to happen if you don’t follow through, Seb,” Daniel said in a low voice, his tone filled with venom. “You remember what it felt like to leave someone behind, hogtied and gagged in the woods? You know what I went through because of you.”
Seb’s breath hitched, his body stiffening. I saw the terror flicker in his eyes—this wasn’t just a threat. Daniel was serious. He would do it. He would leave Seb bound and helpless in the same way Seb had left him all those years ago.
“MMMMPPPPHHHHH,” I moaned into my gag, my eyes darting between the two of them. I could sense Seb’s fear, and I knew he was close to breaking.
Daniel took a step closer to Seb, his face hardening. “If you don’t comply, I’ll make sure you get a taste of your own medicine. I’ll take you out into the woods, tie you up the way you did to me, gag you, and leave you there. No one will come for you. You’ll be alone, just like I was.”
Seb’s breath hitched, his body stiffening. I saw the terror flicker in his eyes—this wasn’t just a threat. Daniel was serious. He would do it. He would leave Seb bound and helpless in the same way Seb had left him. Seb’s body trembled uncontrollably, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. He glanced at Mr. Sutherland, hoping for some intervention, but his face was a mask of cold indifference.
“It’s up to you, Seb,” Mr. Sutherland said quietly. “Obey, and you might avoid that fate. But disobey, and Daniel will make sure you suffer exactly what you put him through. The choice is yours.”
Daniel handed Seb the electrodes. Seb’s eyes widened, his terror evident, and for a moment, he seemed frozen, paralyzed by the command. He looked down at his own hands, trembling too much to hold them steady, and then back up at Mr. Sutherland, his gaze pleading.
“Now, Seb,” Mr. Sutherland commanded with quiet authority. “You know where to place them.”
Seb’s hands moved toward me, trembling as he crouched down. I couldn’t see exactly where he was placing the electrodes, but I knew it was coming. My heart pounded so hard in my chest I thought it might burst. I could feel the sweat pooling under me, my entire body tensing in anticipation of the pain that was about to hit me.
Seb’s fingers brushed against my skin—hesitant, shaky—before he placed the cold electrodes onto my genitals. The shock of the cold metal against such a sensitive area sent a wave of dread coursing through my veins. I tensed even more, the fear overwhelming me. I couldn’t stop the tears from pricking my eyes. This was about to happen, and I was utterly helpless.
I moaned into the gag—“MMMMPPPPHHHHH!”—my eyes locking onto Seb’s. He didn’t want to do this, but he had no choice. He had to do this to avoid his own torment. He looked like he was going to collapse under the weight of it all, but he forced himself to continue.
Mr. Sutherland leaned in with a nod. “Press the button.”
The device in Seb’s hands felt like a weapon, and I was the target. My whole body trembled with anticipation, every nerve on edge, waiting for the inevitable surge of pain.
I couldn’t take it anymore. The fear of what was about to happen was too much. Before I could even brace myself, my bladder gave way. I felt the warm stream trickle down between my legs and into the bucket below. The metallic clang of urine hitting the metal echoed in the room, magnifying my shame. I wanted to crawl out of my own skin, to disappear, but I couldn’t even move an inch.
Daniel sneered as he watched. “You see that, Seb? Look what your hesitation is doing to your friend. Do it. Now.”
Seb’s hand hovered over the button, his entire body trembling. He didn’t want to do this, but Daniel’s threat loomed over him like a dark cloud. The fear of being left alone, hogtied and gagged in the woods, was too much. It was the nightmare he had inflicted on Daniel, and now, it was his turn to face that possibility.
With a shaky breath, Seb pressed the button.

DAY 2 - THE BREAKING POINT

The pain surged through me like a tidal wave. My muscles convulsed violently, jerking against the restraints as the electric current tore through my body. My scream—“MMMMPPPPHHHHHH!”—was swallowed by the gag, but the pain radiated through every inch of me, relentless and all-consuming.
Seb’s eyes were wide with horror as he watched me suffer. He wanted to stop, but Daniel’s cold stare kept him in place, his fingers still pressed against the button. I thrashed in the chair, my body wracked with agony, but there was no escape. The restraints held me tight, and the pain continued to course through me.
Finally, Seb released the button. My body sagged in the chair, my breath coming in ragged gasps as the aftershocks of the pain left me shaking and weak. Tears blurred my vision as I looked at Seb, his face twisted in guilt and horror. He was just as broken as I was, but at that moment, I couldn’t care. The pain was too much.
Mr. Sutherland’s cold voice broke the silence. “Good. You’ve both learned your place. But don’t think for a second that this is over.”

As Daniel and his uncle left the room, Mr. Sutherland turned to one of his men. “Feed them. They’ll need their strength for tomorrow.”
Seb was dragged back to the chair and strapped in once again, his body limp and defeated. One of Mr. Sutherland’s men removed the gag from my mouth, and I greedily drank the water they offered me, though every swallow burned my throat. Seb was given water as well, but neither of us said a word. We were too broken to speak.
Once we were done, the huge leather stuffer gag was forced back into my mouth. The straps were tightened around my head, sealing my lips shut. I looked at Seb as they gagged him as well, the leather filling his mouth, silencing him completely.
Mr. Sutherland’s men left the room, leaving us alone in our misery. The next meal wouldn’t come until tomorrow, they said.
And we both knew... the worst was yet to come.

DAY 2 – ECHOES OF DESIRE

Hours had passed. My body was shaking, both from the aftershocks of the pain and the exhaustion that had settled deep in my bones. The room was still, the only sounds the soft, muffled breaths coming from Seb across from me. His naked body was strapped to the chair, just like mine, bound and gagged, with no chance of escape. I had no idea how much time had passed since the last round of torment, but I was sure of one thing—I had dozed off at some point, my body too tired to keep up with the fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins.
When I woke up, disoriented and sore, the first thing I noticed was Seb. He was still there, facing me, his eyes half-closed in a kind of dazed exhaustion. His chest rose and fell steadily, his muscles taut under the leather straps that held him tightly against the chair. The leather stuffer gag still filled his mouth, muffling his every sound, his lips sealed tightly around it, drool escaping the corners of his mouth.
I blinked, trying to shake off the fog in my mind. My body ached everywhere—from the electric shocks, the restraints, and the sheer tension that had built up over the hours of helplessness. But there was something else. Something... strange. Something that shouldn’t be there.
Despite everything—despite the punishment, the humiliation, and the pain—my body was betraying me. I could feel it, clear and undeniable. The arousal. My arousal.
How was it even possible? How could I feel like this after all that had happened? It didn’t make sense. But the more I tried to push the thought away, the stronger it became.
I glanced at Seb again. His naked body was still on full display in front of me, his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, his muscles tense and defined. His chest rose and fell with each shaky breath, the straps cutting into his skin. His legs were spread wide, just like mine, bound to the chair in a position that made him look so vulnerable, so exposed.
And then I saw it. Seb was hard.
My heart skipped a beat, my breath catching in my throat. Was I imagining it? No, I couldn’t be. His cock was standing rigid between his legs, unmistakably aroused. Just like me.
I swallowed hard, shame burning in my chest. How could this be happening? How could I be aroused by this? By the sight of him, bound and gagged, just as helpless as I was? It was wrong. So wrong. But no matter how much I tried to fight it, I couldn’t ignore the way my own body was reacting.
I glanced down at myself, horrified to see the evidence of my arousal pressing against the restraints. The straps that held my thighs to the seat only seemed to accentuate the hardness between my legs. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of shame and disbelief swirling in my mind.
What was happening to me? Why was my body reacting this way?
I shifted uncomfortably in the chair, the leather straps digging into my skin as I tried to adjust myself, hoping to relieve some of the pressure. But it was no use. The more I moved, the more intense the sensation became, and the sight of Seb—his naked body strapped down, his eyes wide with fear and confusion—was only making it worse.
I could hear him moaning softly behind his gag, his chest heaving as he struggled against his bonds. It was clear he was feeling it too. The same humiliation, the same confusion. His eyes met mine for a brief moment, and in that fleeting connection, I saw it—the same shame, the same arousal.
We were both trapped, not just physically but mentally, our bodies betraying us in ways we couldn’t control.
Seb’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as if he was trying to fight it, trying to deny what was happening. His body strained against the leather straps, his muscles flexing as he pulled against his restraints, but it only seemed to make him harder. His head fell back, eyes half-lidded with the weight of exhaustion and confusion, his muffled groans filling the air.
I wanted to speak, to say something—anything—but the leather gag stuffed in my mouth made it impossible. I could only watch, my heart racing, as Seb struggled with the same sickening mix of emotions that I was feeling. I hated myself for being turned on by this, but at the same time, I couldn’t stop the wave of arousal that washed over me every time I looked at him.
What was wrong with us?
The room was thick with tension, every breath heavy with the unspoken connection between us. We were both caught in a web of pain and desire, trapped in a situation that had spiraled so far out of control that I didn’t know how we would ever come back from it.
Seb’s eyes met mine again, and for a moment, I saw the flicker of something else. Not just fear, not just shame—but a shared understanding. We were in this together, bound by more than just the leather straps holding us to these chairs. We were bound by the weight of everything that had happened, everything we had endured. And despite the horror, despite the degradation, we couldn’t help the way our bodies reacted.
The silence between us was deafening, broken only by the soft, muffled moans escaping from behind our gags. And in that silence, I realized something. This wasn’t just about pain or punishment anymore. It was about control. And the realization that, even in our helpless state, there was something in this that we couldn’t deny.

“Man is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides.”
— André Malraux

[squirrel]

What a cruel revenge! Mr. Sutherland and his nephew must have planned this for months! I can't wait to see what else they have in store for Seb and Luke...

[blackbound]

Poor Luke, reduced to being an incentive in the revenge on Seb - who definitely deserves it. So far, he's been a good boy, but I have a feeling that he'll refuse at some point and Luke will suffer the consequences. Will Luke resent him (more)? Will he be allowed his own revenge on Seb? What a great tale!

[Bradstick]

What a twist!!!! I was not expecting this to be a revenge story. I had guessed that Seb was the object of his captors desire, but this is so much more interesting!

And having our main character being involved as a way to control Seb is genius! I love the way this story is written and what perspective we are getting it from.

Can’t wait to see more of this series! Keep up the great work!

[Htdgagfreak85]

What a cruel revenge! Mr. Sutherland and his nephew must have planned this for months! I can't wait to see what else they have in store for Seb and Luke...

“Thank you so much @squirrel for your enthusiasm! Mr. Sutherland’s plan definitely has layers of cruelty, and the tension will only build from here. In the next chapter, we shift focus a bit, but it’s all laying the groundwork for what’s to come. You’ll see how the pieces are starting to fall into place!”

[Htdgagfreak85]

Poor Luke, reduced to being an incentive in the revenge on Seb - who definitely deserves it. So far, he's been a good boy, but I have a feeling that he'll refuse at some point and Luke will suffer the consequences. Will Luke resent him (more)? Will he be allowed his own revenge on Seb? What a great tale!

Thank you so much @blackbound for the kind words and insight! The tension between Seb and Luke definitely has a lot more to unravel. You're spot on—there will be moments when their dynamic shifts in surprising ways. However, the next chapter takes a slight detour, focusing on another critical part of the story. But don’t worry—Seb and Luke's situation will be back soon, with even more twists in store!

[Htdgagfreak85]

What a twist!!!! I was not expecting this to be a revenge story. I had guessed that Seb was the object of his captors desire, but this is so much more interesting!

And having our main character being involved as a way to control Seb is genius! I love the way this story is written and what perspective we are getting it from.

Can’t wait to see more of this series! Keep up the great work!

Thank you so much @Bradstick ! I'm glad the twist caught you—it adds so many layers to Seb and Luke's dynamic, and there’s more tension building in ways they may not even anticipate. While the next chapter takes a step back from their immediate story, it delves into some important events that will eventually affect Seb and Luke. I can’t wait to share it with you all! Stay tuned, things are about to get even more complicated!