Small Town's Dark Secret (M+/M+) FINISHED

[CaptiveDan]

Table of Contents
Chapter 0 - Presentation Ceremony (M+/M+)
Chapter 1 - Complimentary Bondage at the Motel (MM/M Edging, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism)
Chapter 2 - The the Caged Pornstar (M/M Kidnap, Shock torture)
Chapter 3 - Long Term Bondage (M/M, 24/7, forced workout, latex)
Chapter 4 - A Bad Place for a Flat Tire (MMM/M & MM/M, Kidnapping, Take Down, Punishment, Outdoor Bondage)
Chapter 5 - Lost the Yearly Bet (M+/M, Couples Bondage, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism)
Chapter 6 - The Cop and the Unlucky Driver (M/M, Imprisonment, Cuffs, Jail cell)
Chapter 7 - A Woman of Science (F/M+, Edging, Experiments, Anal Stimulation)
Chapter 8 - Harsh Justice (M/M, Long Term bondage, cages, torture, revenge)
Chapter 9 - What He Asked For (M/M, Hogtie, Tickling, Exhibitionism)
Chapter 10 - The Ritual (M+/M+)
Chapter 11 - Climax (M+/M+)


The Presentation Ceremony
The mayor paced around the barn. He studied the captured offerings brought for this year's ritual. Tied in various ways by their different captors, each man looked to be young and virile. The mayor smiled. It would be a wonderful harvest.

“Excellent work hunters,” his voice carried power, “you have done your duty well, and tomorrow you shall reap your reward.”

The Mayor turned his attention from the proud hunters to the bound prey. Some were struggling, some were trembling, one was crying.

“Visitors, do not fear,” he said, “we mean you no harm. Tomorrow will be your last day in captivity. After that you will be released. You will not die at our hands, nor shall any permanent harm come to you. Once we have secured what we need from you, you will be returned safe and sound from where you came.”

The Mayor hoped every year that this would ease some of the captives’ nerves, though he assumed it seldom did. It's hard to trust a stranger who has ordered your involuntary capture. They had no reason to know the Mayor was a man of his word.

“Hunters,” he continued, “return home with your offerings. Keep them one night more, and be here tomorrow and hour before sunset. The harvest is nearly here.”

[blackbound]

Hmm. I have an idea what they might want, but not why... another great start!

[CaptiveDan]

Hmm. I have an idea what they might want, but not why... another great start!

Given your track record at predicting twist/story beats, you're idea is probably right

Who's to say why though...

[CaptiveDan]

Complimentary Bondage at the Motel
The motel owner and his assistant brought their captive guest back into his room, and manhandled him back onto the bed. The owner sat on the struggling guest’s stomach, gripped the guest’s flailing arms and pinned them to the mattress. The assistant padlocked the guest’s wrists and ankle cuffs closed, and then locked them to the rope frame he and the owner had rigged up before.

Once the guest was securely spread-eagle, the motel owner got off of him and secured a leather belt around his waist, which he then tethered to the rest of the rope framing. The whole time the guest had been trying to scream for help, but the leather head harness successfully muffled his pleas - ensuring none of the other motel visitors were bothered by or aware of what was happening just down the hall.



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The owner and his assistant admired their catch. A nerdy twink, probably mid twenties, confirmed gay, stretched out on the bed in a small pair of white briefs. Securing him and ‘preparing’ him had been rather easy.

Yesterday, the twink had checked into the motel. The assistant, manning the check-in desk, had a hunch the visitor was gay, a hunch the owner confirmed when he found the guest on Grindr shortly after he went to his room.

That evening, the assistant -an rather conventionally attractive and charming 29 year old man- had swung by the guest’s room to “see if he needed anything”. The assistant flirted with the guest, and invited him across the street for a drink. While they were at the bar, the owner rigged up the guest’s bed with ropes and opened cuffs.

The assistant brought the guest right up to the door of his motel room, and there, outside in the parking lot, began making out with his unsuspecting prey.

The guest, having been enraptured with the assistant since he saw him, couldn't believe his luck. Here, under the strobe of the dim, flickering streetlight, this hot man caressed and kissed him. In this small town in the middle of nowhere, he’d somehow scored. The guest had never felt good about his body, never thought of himself as attractive or charismatic. But here, making out in the parking lot, he couldn't help but feel confident and sexy.

The guest reached his hand under the assistant’s shirt, running his fingers through the hunk’s chest hair. The guest let the assistant push him up against the wall of the motel. The assistant pulled the guest’s shirt off over his head and tossed it behind him. Then discarded fabric landing on the hood of the guest’s beat up car.

The guest unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. Was he really doing this? He’d had a few flings before, but nothing like this. His few college Grindr hookups had been a series of mostly absentminded handjobs, disappointingly unreciprocated oral, and one good friend with benefits situation that -while physically fun- had all the passion of a scheduled board meeting.

He'd never had this much sensuality. He'd never cared so little about who might be watching. If anything, the thought that some rando in their car might be seeing him and this hunk making out only turned him on more.

The assistant pulled back from the kiss, keeping his face an inch away from the guest. He could feel his prey’s heavy, longing breaths on his lips.

“Let's go inside.”

The wide-eyed, nerdy guest nodded. The assistant unlocked the door with the key he'd swiped from the guest’s pocket before he'd taken off his pants.

The guest eagerly rushed inside. His eyes went wide as the flickering streetlight illuminated the trap prepared for him.

He tried to back away but the assistant grabbed him in his strong arms. The guest tried to scream for help, but the motel owner stepped out of the shadows and forced a balled up sock into the surprised guest's mouth. Before he could spit it out, the owner muzzled the guest with a head harness. The assistant and the owner dragged the struggling scrawny guest to the bed and forced his wrists and ankles into the cuffs, which they locked closed for extra security.

They let him struggle for a while. His useless attempts to escape confirmed that he would remain properly bound until the ritual. When he'd given up, the assistant and owner decided to begin the long process of preparing him.

The assistant sat next to him on the bed. He played with the guest’s hair, and gently caressed his exposed body. The bound man shuttered and softly whined.

“Shhh,” the assistant said, “don't worry. We're not going to hurt you.”

As the assistant played with the guest, the owner sat down on the other side of the bed. He reached through the fly of the guest's briefs, and pulled out his dick. The twink’s cock stood straight up. The owner wrapped his hand around it, and began to slowly jerk the guest off.

The guest was flooded with a cascade of overwhelming emotions. He was terrified, bound and helpless at the hands of strangers. No one knew where he was. He had no idea how long they would keep him, or what they would do to him. And yet he was so turned on. The events of the night had all the makings of some kinky fantasy he’d never be brave enough to try - and here he was experiencing it against his will. The drink with the hunky assistant, making out in the parking lot, and now the gentle stroking and caressing were all building to one unbelievable orgasm.

But that orgasm was still days away.

As the guest began to thrust his hips, the owner let go of his dick. The guest whimpered into his gag, then tried to hump the air, desperate for that last little bit of sensation that would push him over the edge. Nothing. No luck. He'd have no choice but to wait.

The assistant and owner looked into each other's eyes and smiled. They leaned over the body separating them and kissed. The two men who'd captured the guest, now made out over his bound body. They grabbed one another, squeezing and holding tight. They undressed each other, throwing their clothes to the side. Their passion built to a climax, and the two hopped off the bed.

The assistant pushed the owner up against the now closed and locked door. He grabbed his hair and pulled. The owner yelled - half in pain, half in ecstasy. The assistant slapped the owners ass, grabbed lube the owner had prepared, and prepared to fuck the motel owner.

The guest watched, horny and helpless, as his captors fucked in front of him. More than freedom, he wanted to join. To fuck or be fucked like them. To finally get off.

When the assistant and the owner finally finished, they turned to face their prey. They decided who would take which watch of him. The assistant got dressed, kissed the owner goodbye, and left the owner to keep an eye on the guest.

For the rest of the night, and then the whole next day, the guest remained tied to the bed, under the watchful eyes of one of his captors. Every few hours, whoever was watching him would sit beside him and jack him off. Only enough to bring him to the edge, never enough to cum.

To ensure no permanent damage or extreme cramping, occasionally his captors would temporarily adjust his position, let him sit up, or even briefly stand. But between the two of them being much stronger than him, and the fact that his never-unlocked wrist and ankle cuffs could be easily relocked to the rope frame, he never could use these brief respites to get free.

They'd led him to the barn. He'd been blindfolded, so he couldn't see the Mayor or the other captives', but he heard them. Rather than answer any questions, the ordeal had only made him more afraid. When he was brought back to the hotel and tied down to the bed for another full night and day of edging, his mind ran wild with a thousand possibilities of what might be waiting for him come sunset.

[Bradstick]

What an incredibly hot story! I love any story that uses images and yours was very well written. The owner and assistant making out over him and then fucking while they watched was incredible!

I am excited what this ritual will entail for our “guest”. I am also curious about the other captors / hunters. Can’t wait for the next chapter, keep up the great work!

[CaptiveDan]

What an incredibly hot story! I love any story that uses images and yours was very well written. The owner and assistant making out over him and then fucking while they watched was incredible!

I am excited what this ritual will entail for our “guest”. I am also curious about the other captors / hunters. Can’t wait for the next chapter, keep up the great work!

Thank you! Glad you like it.

I had a lot of fun writing the part where they fucked in front of him. I've slowly been getting more into exhibition/voyeurism so it was fun to dabble in that scene.

Next hunter coming up soon!

[CaptiveDan]

The Caged Pornstar
The trucker had worried he’d be late to the presentation ceremony. Thankfully a little speeding and a few lucky detours and he was there with just enough time for the other hunters to get a good look at his prize.

He'd snagged a good one this year. A pornstar famed for his big cock, huge loads, and ability to cum multiple times in a row. He'd be perfect.

The truck had driven out to Vegas, where the pornstar was currently working. He found the apartment he was staying at, and walked up to the door with a large package under his arm. He sat the package down.

The irony of the scene was not lost on him.

The trucker knocked on the door, it was early in the morning. He knocked again. Then again. Finally, a tired and clearly frustrated man opened the door. The pornstar had wrapped himself up in a blanket to meet this unexpected early visitor.

The trucker, dressed in a UPS outfit, held a clipboard up to the pornstar.

“I need you to sign this”

“What?..” The groggy man stared in disbelief, “It’s fucking, 5 in the morning dude, why-”

Before the pornstar could finish, the trucker used his other hand to shove a rag in the pornstar’s face.

When he woke up, the pornstar found himself in the back of a dark uhaul.

Unable to see, the pornstar only knew how fucked he was when he tried, and failed, to move. His arms were bound above him, his legs were spread out, tied off to some cold metal. A rubber bit gag filled his mouth.

The trucker had locked him in a dog cage - one that he'd assembled inside the stud’s own apartment from pieces inside the package he'd brought. The trucker had tied his hands, legs, and feet to the cage for good measure, not that he thought the pornstar would have been able to get out of the locked cage anyway. He’d gagged him with a rubber bit gag. He'd dressed him in briefs, socks, and shoes - not because he needed to, but rather because he thought he looked good in them.


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Then, covering the cage in a blanket, he’d wheeled it out on a dolly and put it in the back of a uhaul, securing it in such a way that the cage wouldn't move around and hurt the poor pornstar.

The trucker began his 16 hour long drive back home, his prize secure for long haul transport.

At every gas station and truck stop he wondered if any of the other passer-thrus would believe him if he said he had a pornstar caged up in his truck. Maybe he could even charge people to get a look and take pictures of his caged animal.

Obviously that was too dangerous, but it did give him an idea for after the presentation.

The pornstar had first tried to break free when he realized his predicament. After about an hour he gave up. His struggles were renewed however, when he was brought into the barn. As he saw the other bound men and heard the Mayor’s strange words, the caged pornstar fought against his bonds, muzzled and violent like a rabid animal. The more he fought, the more the trucker felt pride in his catch.

The trucker brought his caged pornstar home. He set his cage on the floor of his bedroom.

“I'm gonna make some money off you, boy” he said, as he set up a camera at ground level.

The trucker plugged in an electro unit, a fun device he'd acquired that delivered painful -but not dangerous- shocks. He attached the electrodes to the caged pornstar’s spread open thighs.

Oh how his prey struggled. The trucker found himself getting hard at the sight of this powerful man brought low and powerless. Hopefully his viewers would enjoy this as much as he was.

The trucker began streaming live video of the caged pornstar. He set up the stream so that anytime someone donated money, the pornstar would be given a painful electric shock.

Oh how his prey screamed. Tensing and fighting every time some sadistic viewer paid for his suffering. All through the night and into the next day, the caged pornstar would find himself close to sleep, only to be shocked awake and renewed in another unsuccessful attempt to break free.

A psychologist would have probably had many thoughts about the situation. This twisted inversion of the milgram study where people willingly shock a hopeless victim over and over.

But the trucker was not a psychologist. He was a simple hunter, happy to watch his prize dance for his profit and amusement.

[Bradstick]

@CaptiveDan What an incredibly not chapter! I love how he used a porn star against his will for his own profit. Adding a shock for each donation is incredibly hot.

16 hours in a cage after being kidnapped is crazy hot. Thought I don’t see our pornstar friend getting out just yet. I am excited to see what other hunters there are, and what kinks they impose on their victims! Keep up the fantastic work!

[CaptiveDan]

@CaptiveDan What an incredibly not chapter! I love how he used a porn star against his will for his own profit. Adding a shock for each donation is incredibly hot.

16 hours in a cage after being kidnapped is crazy hot. Thought I don’t see our pornstar friend getting out just yet. I am excited to see what other hunters there are, and what kinks they impose on their victims! Keep up the fantastic work!

Yay! Glad you like it! Excited to share more

[blackbound]

Now that's a novel way of getting passive income! Let me know what streaming service I need to check out

[CaptiveDan]

Now that's a novel way of getting passive income! Let me know what streaming service I need to check out

'Be your own boss with this one simple trick' (kidnapping, caging, and shocking a hunk). Yeah if anyone on here makes a stream like this please drop the twitch link

[CaptiveDan]

Long Term Prisoner
Of all the tributes brought for the ritual, the Gimp had been prisoner the longest.

His master didn't know if that made him the most or least lucky of the captives. On the one hand he had found him at a leather festival, where he'd willingly let himself be tied up. On the other hand - before the master had taught him better, the Gimp had cried and begged to be free. Then again in the past few months the Gimp had really adapted to his new life.

The master had found the gimp at Folsom Street fair. A leather and bondage festival in September. The gimp was tied up in thick red rope, kneeling on a platform, dressed in latex and muzzled.


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The master, a silver fox and experienced dominant, approached the displayed submissive and the man that tied him. He learned the Gimp had volunteered for the rope display, but that otherwise the man who tied him up didn't know him. The master asked the gimp if he wanted to go back to his hotel room for some fun. The gimp nodded enthusiastically.

That had been 7 months ago. In the master’s defense he'd never told the Gimp how long he’d be keeping him. And sure, when he was brought to the master's house in the middle of nowhere, told the extent of his situation, and thrown into the basement-turned-prison, the Gimp had begged for freedom. But this experience the master was giving him, surely he would come to appreciate it. Over half a year of bondage, true bondage. Imprisonment with no way out. It's what subs dreamed of, right? And it wasn't like the master was going to keep him forever. Eventually the ritual would happen and the master would let him free.

In the meantime though, keeping a long term sub proved both a great challenge, and incredibly rewarding.

When he first arrived, the Gimp spent most of his days in a straitjacket, surrounded by the concrete walls of the master’s basement. The Gimp was kept in a head harness with a collar and many attachment points. When he was good, the master would tether him to the floor with a long chain, giving him plenty of space to walk around his cell, find comfortable ways to sit, and stretch as much as he could in the tight straitjacket.

When he was bad, the chain was replaced with a single padlock that attached the poor man’s face directly to the floor. The straitjacket sleaves were pulled behind him, so he was forced into an uncomfortable hogtie.



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These hours hogtied were not the only way the master trained the Gimp. When the Gimp first arrived, the master had removed his muzzle so he could eat. When the Gimp immediately began rambling on about how the master needed to let him go, the master muzzled him right away. The Gimp learned soon enough that talking without permission meant no food. Future meals were eaten in beautiful silence.

Eventually the Gimp did earn permission to speak. After a month of forced silence, the master laid out the rules. The Gimp could talk as long as 1) he never screamed for help, 2) he never asked for freedom in anyway, and 3) he shut up when the master demanded he did.

He managed to follow these rules pretty well for a month. Then he made a stupid off-handed comment about if the master would ever let him go home.

He spent another month in silence. After that he obeyed without fault.

It was very important to the master that his Gimp remained fit and healthy. For exercise, the master rigged up a treadmill with metal pipes for attachment points. He'd cuff the Gimp to the metal structure and turn the treadmill on. He'd removed the edges of the treadmill so the gimp couldn't take a break. He'd then run the treadmill for an hour so the gimp got his cardio in.


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The master enjoyed watching his prisoner sweat in the latex, forced to push himself harder than he would have chosen to otherwise.

After the workout, the master would bring his Gimp into his backyard. He'd strip him naked - this was one of the few times he wasn't kept in latex - and throw him in an outdoor cage. Then he'd hose the gimp down with cold water, offering him soap and shampoo to shower off with.



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A few times during these transitions the Gimp had tried to escape. Every time he'd fail, be tackled to the ground by the master, and forced back into bondage. Then he'd spend the rest of the day, sometimes multiple days, subjected to unrelenting torture. He'd be whipped, shocked, stretched, burned with wax. At the end of the days-long beatings, the master would hug him, hold him tight, and remind him that it didn't have to be this way. That the master could be kind, if the gimp would simply let him.

By December, the Gimp and master had a strangely friendly relationship. They talked about random things, watched movies together, made and ate great meals. The master was a great cook, and the Gimp learned a lot from him. The master would give massages, and taught the Gimp how to return the favor.

And yet the whole time he was a prisoner, always in some amount of restraint. Always at the mercy of the man who'd taken him.

Much of his days were spent as the masters on demand sex slave. The master worked from home and every few hours, would stand up from his computer and present his cock to his Gimp. The gimp would suck him off, eagerly and ravenously, knowing that a good performance meant he himself might get off as well.

The master and the Gimp would fuck, the Gimp always bottoming. There, in those nights of passion the Gimp would assume with full fervor his role as a submissive. He'd let the master control him until he'd pulled from him an orgasm that was always better than anything he'd had before this imprisonment.

Recently though, as the ritual -which the Gimp knew nothing about- drew near, the master stopped fucking him. For three weeks the Gimp hadn't cum. In fact, to ensure he hadn't, the master had locked him in chastity, removing the cage only when the gimp was restrained to a point he couldn't give himself any stimulation.

On the day of the presentation, the master held back tears. He'd come to truly love his time with the Gimp, and was sad that soon he'd have to let him go. When he brought him back home that night he broke the news.

“Tomorrow is our last day together. After that you will be free.”

The Gimp was shocked. Speechless. Confused.

The master had thought about how to spend this last day. He'd imagined all sorts of wild kinky fantasies they could play out.

But when the day came, all he wanted was a nice, quiet day together. After the daily exercise and shower, the two made lunch, cuddled on the couch, and talked, about nothing in particular.

7 months together building to quiet, nice afternoon.

[Bradstick]

What an incredibly hot chapter. I loved the aspect that they bonded over their situation. Now once the ritual is completed, if that Dom needs a new companion, point him my way!

Silencing the gimp for one month for speaking! That is some serious shit, and I am down! I am excited to see what the ritual entails, but I am still curious about the other hunters. So far all three have been quite entertaining, I look forward to seeing the rest! Great job!

[blackbound]

Hot chapter, and I've used two of those images for inspiration in my own stories before! Great minds think alike - and so do we?

[CaptiveDan]

What an incredibly hot chapter. I loved the aspect that they bonded over their situation. Now once the ritual is completed, if that Dom needs a new companion, point him my way!

Silencing the gimp for one month for speaking! That is some serious shit, and I am down! I am excited to see what the ritual entails, but I am still curious about the other hunters. So far all three have been quite entertaining, I look forward to seeing the rest! Great job!

It's a little Stockholm syndrome for sure, but hey, how many of us would love to kept as someone's prisoner.

I got plenty more hunters to share before we get to the ritual! Glad you're enjoying the story

[CaptiveDan]

Hot chapter, and I've used two of those images for inspiration in my own stories before! Great minds think alike - and so do we?

Thank you! Great minds certainly think alike! Out of curiosity which two pictures and for which of your stories?

[blackbound]

Hot chapter, and I've used two of those images for inspiration in my own stories before! Great minds think alike - and so do we?

Thank you! Great minds certainly think alike! Out of curiosity which two pictures and for which of your stories?

The second and third from your current chapter. The first appears in Hard Mode, although I use a collar instead of the gag, and the other in chapter 5 of Pleasure & Pain in the City of Kink, although I based it on another of the same dom's gifs.

[CaptiveDan]

Chapter 4 - An Awful Place for a Flat Tire
The traveler paced along the side of the road, desperately hoping to find reception for his phone. He looked at the miles of cornfields in every direction.

What an awful place for a flat tire.

He waited for another car to come down the road. None did.

He decided to walk down the road until he found someone who might be able to help.

It wasn't long before he found a trailer, nestled in a tiny patch of trees in the otherwise flat plains.

As the traveler approached, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Two men, somewhere in their thirties, sat in lawn chairs. Another man, in his fifties, was working under the hood of an old truck.

All three watched as he approached.

“Excuse me” the traveler said, a little hesitation in his voice, “sorry to bother you. My car got a flat and I was wondering-”

“Sure, I can take a look,” the older mechanic said. He stood up and approached the traveler.

“Oh no, it's okay,” the traveler said, taking one step back. He didn't like how the two younger men were staring at him. There was a hunger in their eyes. “Can I just borrow a phone and call someone.”

“Oh now,” the mechanic said, “there's no reason for that. I'll fix up your car for free.”

It was at that moment the traveler noticed one of the younger men start to reach down towards something under his chair. A rope, coiled and tied like a lasso.

Oh shit.

The traveler immediately turned and ran. The mechanic and his helpers broke out into a sprint after him.

The traveler ran towards the corn field, hoping to lose them in the tall plants. Right as he made it to the edge of the cornfield, one of the mechanic’s helpers threw his lasso. The lasso passed over the travelers head. As it fell down around his waist, the helper pulled it tight.

Immediately the traveler was yanked backwards. He fell, but managed to catch himself before hitting the ground. His pursuers closed in.

He wiggled the lasso rope off of him and stood back up. By that point the two helpers had caught up. Before he could turn and run into the field, one grabbed his arm. The traveler punched that man, making him stumble back. The other helper tackled the traveler to the ground. The traveler struggled and tried to fight back, but the man on top of him was too heavy. With strong hands and the added leverage from being on top of him, the helper pinned the traveler’s wrists down into the dirt.

The helper the traveler had punched kicked the traveler in the side. The traveler yelled in pain. The mechanic caught up to the others, turned toward the helper that had just kicked the traveler, and slapped the helper across the face.

“Do not hurt him”

The helper stared up in shock.

“He punched me in the fucking face!”

“Yeah, and you'd fight back too if you were jumped by three guys.” The mechanic bent down. He tore the traveler’s shirt off, then pulled the thrashing man’s pants down. With the struggling prey pinned down and stripped to his underwear, the mechanic began tying up the traveler with thick red ropes.

As he tied, he spoke, with a friendliness the traveler felt was not fitting of the situation.

“Sorry about that,” the mechanic said, “don't worry. We won't hurt you. We just need to keep you here for a little over a day. Then I'll fix your car and let you go.”

The traveler struggled and yelled all manner of obscenities and threats at his captors. With each rope the mechanic tied, his ability to struggle shrunk. The mechanic tied ropes around his chest and arms, pinning his arms to his side. After that he tied the traveler's thighs, legs, and ankles. Once the traveler was secure, tied tight in a sort of pencil-position, the helper who'd kicked him went to the trailer and returned with a pair of leather fist mitts and a big panel gag.

The helper on top of him pinched his nose, and the other helper shoved the ball of the panel gag inside his mouth, muffling his cries for help and shouted threats. The mechanics than forced the traveler's hands into the fist mitts and locked them closed.

The two helpers picked up the tied up traveler, brought him inside the trailer, and sat him gently on a bed.



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He wriggled around for a few minutes. The mechanic noticed one of the ropes starting to get loose, and immediately re-tied it tighter. How nice of his captive to show him where to improve his rope work. The mechanic placed the specially made mask over the prisoners eyes, then put the earbuds in his ears.

The mask had a small screen that -along with the airbuds- would play a video for the captive. The mechanic set up the computer that controlled the video they would show the traveler.

They began playing porn for him. Videos the mechanic had saved for this very purpose. The traveler was confused and terrified. He didn't understand what these men were doing. He closed his eyes to not watch the video they showed him, but the sounds of foreplay and fucking where inescapable.

Eventually, the traveler accepted he couldn't break free. He relaxed as much as he could, and watched the videos his prisoners showed him.

The mechanic and his helpers took note of which videos made the traveler get and stay hard. They began tailoring what they showed him.

It didn't take long before the traveler started trying to rub himself against the fabric of his underwear. To keep him from getting off too soon, the mechanic cut those off him as well. This made the traveler scream into his gag and renew his struggle for a few minutes. But soon enough he realized they had no plans on hurting his cock - and even if they did he couldn't do anything to stop them. He relaxed and enjoyed the videos.

Satisfied with the setup, the mechanic decided it was time to punish the helper that had kicked the poor traveler. The mechanic left the other helper to watch over the traveler, and brought the misbehaving helper outside.

The mechanic led the misbehaving helper to a tree. He ordered him to strip and stand with his arms stretched as far behind the tree as he could.

“Please sir,” the helper said, “I didn't mean to. I was just angry and lashed out. It won't happen again.”

“If a little fighting back makes you lose control,” the mechanic said as he began tying the helper’s arms behind the tree, “that's a big problem. You need to toughen up.”

The mechanic pulled the helper’s arms back and tied them off behind the tree. He tied the helper’s legs as well. The helper was pulled backwards, his arms stretched uncomfortably. As he tried to adjust and stretch, the rough bark scratched his bare skin.


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“Now, I have to look after our tribute until the presentation ceremony this evening. I'm going to send your friend out here.” The mechanic said as he pulled the knots tight, “He's going to hurt you.”

The bound helper shook his head and pleaded for the mechanic to forgive him.

The mechanic ignored him and continued, “I want you to be tough, so I'm going to be watching the clock. Once you can go a full 30 minutes without speaking, crying, or screaming, I'll let you go. This can take as short or as long as it needs to.”

The mechanic went inside and sent out the other helper, who approached his bound friend with a smile on his face. The bound helper took a deep breath and prepared himself.

He came close a few times. Both prisoners did. The traveler to cumming, and the bound helper to enduring a full half hour. But with nothing to give stimulation to his cock, the traveler remained hard and aroused without release - a stream of pornography flooding his vision. The bound helper made it 20 whole minutes before he screamed in pain. The mechanic watched from the window as the other helper punched the disobedient helper, twisted his nipples, and squeezed his balls.

Eventually the shaking, beaten, pitifully whimpering helper had to be untied so the group could present their tribute. The mechanic made a note that he should administer a similar endurance test on a more regular basis - until the disobedient helper was tough enough to keep his reactions in check.

While the traveler felt himself being lifted up as the mechanic and helpers brought him to the presentation ceremony, he had no clue what was happening. His mask blocked any sights of the barn filled with captive men, the videos continued playing in front of him, and their audio drowned out all the sounds of the other tribute's gagged cries for help.

When it was time to sleep, the mechanic switched from showing the traveler porn to playing audio of erotic stories. The traveler eventually fell asleep, his dreams fueled by the nonstop images of sex, which then immediately resumed when he woke up, preparing him for the ritual that evening.

[Bradstick]

How interesting! I loved this scenario, I am curious if the car problem was by chance or intentional. Keeping him on edge with porn is a very interesting concept, poor guy. I also enjoyed the punishment for one of the handlers, that was an unexpected twist. I can’t wait to see what the next chapter entails and what kink they will impose on their victim.

Great job @CaptiveDan

[CaptiveDan]

How interesting! I loved this scenario, I am curious if the car problem was by chance or intentional. Keeping him on edge with porn is a very interesting concept, poor guy. I also enjoyed the punishment for one of the handlers, that was an unexpected twist. I can’t wait to see what the next chapter entails and what kink they will impose on their victim.

Great job @CaptiveDan

Thanks! When I planned out the story I hadn't originally included anything about the handler's punishment, but then thought about it in the moment while writing. I'm glad you liked it!

[CaptiveDan]

Lost the Yearly Bet
The loser sat his cards on the table. He looked up and saw his husband, the winner, smiling mischievously.

“Well dear,” he said, loud enough so the small circle of interested onlookers could hear, “I guess that settles it.”

The winner grabbed the collar that had been ever present on the tabletop throughout the couple’s high stakes card game. He stepped in front of his husband, kissed him, and locked the collar around his neck.

“Shit,” the loser said, as his husband handcuffed his hands behind his back, “I almost had you this year.”

The winner smiled, then grabbed the loser's collar and led him over to a table by the bar. The table had a metal ring on its surface. The winner clipped the loser's collar to the ring, forcing the winner to stand bent over. To further humiliate his husband in front of the rest of the bar, the winner gagged him with a simple cleave gag.




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“Bartender says the pool table should be ready for you in about an hour,” the winner said, “stay here, I'm going to go get a drink.”

The winner ruffled his husband's hair, slapped his ass, and walked away.

It didn't take long for the loser to realize the torture his husband had subjected him to.

The table his collar was locked to was too low for him to stand up. It was also too high for him to sit down. He was forced to bend forward. After about 10 minutes, his back and legs started to hurt. He tried to kneel down, but the angle of the hook on his collar tugged on his neck, choking him. He had to stand back up, forced to bend over again.

Had his hands been free he could have straightened his back and leaned his whole body forward, propping himself up against the table. But the handcuffs kept him from using his arms to alleviate the stretch.

This was going to be a long hour.

At least he had the promise of what was to come. His dick was already growing in his jeans. Maybe this painful position would be worth it.

His husband, this year’s winner, drank at the bar. He talked with the other men there, some congratulating him, a few offering to buy him drinks. The winner made sure not to get too drunk, to make sure he could still ‘perform’ once the pool table was ready.

A few of the other men at the bar asked if they could have some fun with the loser. The winner told them exactly what they could and couldn't do. The various men of the bar - all of them neighbors, coworkers, and friends of the loser - gathered around to torment their unlucky fellow villager.

One pulled down the loser's jeans, revealing the man’s jockstrap underneath. The loser closed his eyes and winced. One after another, the townspeople slapped his bare ass. With each hit the loser grunted into his cleave gag. The echoing smacks only encouraged more people to gather round.

The winner slowly enjoyed a beer at the bar, watching his husband be surrounded and beaten by their friends.

A particularly strong man slapped the loser’s ass with so much strength he stumbled forward. He screamed through the cleave gag and stumbled forward, causing the clip to pull at his collar, choking him until he could regain his painful bent posture.

By the time the hour was over, the loser’s back, ass, and thighs were unbearably sore. The winner approached his beaten husband and asked if he was ready for the pool table. The loser nodded his head.

The loser was stripped fully naked, uncuffed, then dragged by four men to the back of the bar. The bartender laid a towel down while the men man-handling the loser threw him onto the pool table, then held him down while the winner tied his wrists to two pockets at one end of the table. He left his ankles untied, and shoved a pillow under his husband's sore back, so his ass was propped up. He put a mask over his face, and dropped a few drops of poppers onto the mask.

The loser clenched his fist, unfathomably excited and turned on.



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The winner stripped and got on top of the pool table. He pushed his husband's legs apart. The other bar patrons gathered around, cheering on the winner and cat-calling the bound loser. The winner lubed up his own dick, then placed it right at the entrance of his husband's hole.

The winner teased the loser’s hole for a few minutes, until the loser weakly begged his husband to fuck him. The winner slapped his husband across the face, then pushed inside of him.

Many of the men watching began to jack off. A million emotions flooded the loser’s mind. He was deeply embarrassed, surrounded by his neighbors as his husband tied him and fucked him. At the same time, he loved how turned on he and his husband had made the bar patrons, the sight of these men jerking off to him, the feeling of being an object of desire, it was exhilarating. At the same time, his situation was profoundly humiliating. If past years were anything to go off of, for the next few months the men would remind him of this night, tease and belittle him, and might even be so bold as to try and tie him down themselves.

The same had happened to his husband when he'd lost the last two years. And while he'd been on a winning streak, the loser remembered when he'd lost three years ago. For half the year he couldn't shake the town’s perception of him as a bitch to bully and objectify.

But more than anything, he felt ecstasy. His husband's cock pushed deep inside of him. They'd fucked countless times, but here on these nights, in front of everyone, his husband was just slightly more aggressive, slightly more forceful, slightly deeper and harder.

The loser and winner were both on cloud nine. The winner had to stop himself a few times and slow down, not wanting to cum too quickly and end the fun. One of the onlookers shot his load onto the loser’s bare chest. Another leaned forward and came on the bound man as well.

The loser moaned, sweat and cum dripped off his exposed, sore body.

At last, the winner couldn't take it anymore. He pushed deep inside his husband and came.

He left his husband there for a few more minutes. Long enough for the other guys to get themselves off on his chest.

As he laid there, the loser thought about everything that had led to this point.

14 years ago, he and his husband had moved to this town. They’d heard it was a bit of an enigma, a very gay, very sexually liberated place in rural Iowa. They'd fallen in love with the place and the people.

Two years after moving there, the mayor had approached them. He explained the town had a ritual, and that their household had been selected to participate. They would need to bring one man as an offering each year. No real harm would come to this man. The couple of course has a lot of questions and doubts. The mayor explained the ritual and its necessity.

The couple had many long discussions.

The loser had initially thought they should alert the FBI. A town kidnapping people every year!? A strange cult with witch-y beliefs performing a ritual on unsuspecting men!? It was insane.

But the couple had come to love the town and its people. Where else could a gay couple find the life they had here?

The first year, the winner had volunteered to be taken as tribute by the loser. The loser had felt better about that. Rather than a stranger, he'd simply bring his husband as tribute.

For a few years that's what they did. Rather than hunt a man, the loser would tie up and present his husband to town.

The two hadn't been into bondage initially. They were quite vanilla before they moved to the town. But the winner came to love being bound, and the loser loved tying him. As the years went on the two became kinkier and kinkier.

Eventually, the winner decided he wanted to tie the loser up too. He was tired of his husband always being the dom.

And so, a few years back they came up with the current agreement. The night before the presentation ceremony they would play a card game to determine who would be this year's sub and tribute. They'd then spend the next two nights and days restrained, humiliated, abused, regularly fucked, and kept on edge until the ritual.

It was an excellent system.

The winner untied the loser from the pool table and let him use the bathroom. Once he was cleaned off, the winner presented the loser with a new jockstrap, a straitjacket, and a head harness.




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The whole bar watched as the winner strapped his husband in, grabbed a chain connected to his collar, and began leading him home.

The onlookers and the loser could only imagine what twisted, sadistic plans the winner had in store for the love of his life.

[blackbound]

Oh, this is a yearly thing, interesting

I had to go for #3 in the poll. It's never more fun than when they want out, and I'm pretty sure this man wants out more than anyone by now.

[DeeperThanRed]

Relationship goals!

I love how the couple started off by reluctantly accepting the kinkiness of the town and then embraced it in the end. I'd say there was something really hot about the previous, unwilling captives but this chapter might be my favorite.

[Bradstick]

Great chapter, I loved how interesting the couple are. Rather than subject another to the ritual, they do it themselves. Not something I was expecting but it was better than I could have imagined! Can’t wait for the next chapter!

[CaptiveDan]

@Bradstick @blackbound @DeeperThanRed Thank you for your comments and votes! It's fun to hear what things different people really connect with while reading stories. It's cool that even within the kink of bondage, people have different favorite dynamics, positions, outfits, narratives, sex acts, and materials.