The Kidnap Game (M/M) - New Chapter 5/29

[CaptiveDan]

Chapter 1 - The First Victim

Seth the Waiter’s Pov

Fuck I hate work.

Some assholes came in 5 minutes before closing. Took me coming over three times before they were ready to order. I cleaned the whole place around them, flipped every chair but theirs, and then sat there another 20 minutes waiting for them to finish.

When they finally left, not a single one of them gave me more than a 10% tip.

An hour and 15 minutes after my shift actually ended, I finally walked out the back. I locked the door and heard a crashing noise. I spun my head around. Another rattling noise from the dumpster.

Fucking racoons. Not my problem. I walked to my car and took out my key, the clicker was still broken so I had to unlock the door manually like some sort of Amish person.

As I turned the key, I heard movement behind me.

I spun around just in time to get a bag thrown over my face.

Oh shit. That was this weekend.

“Gotcha Seth” my kidnapper yanked my wrists behind my back and locked them in handcuffs. He led me across a grassy median and into an adjacent parking lot, and then manhandled me into the passenger seat of his car. He buckled me in, hopped in the driver's seat, and started to drive us away.

“Am I the first one?” I asked my captor.

“Yep” I felt him pat my thigh.

Dang, I'd hoped to do at least a little better. A chill ran down my spine. Half excitement, half dread.

Three weeks ago the leather club I was a part of announced a game. Anyone who signed up volunteered to be kidnapped for the duration of any weekend in the next month, starting Friday at 6pm and ending Sunday at 6pm. The players wouldn't know which weekend the kidnapper would pick, and they wouldn't know who the kidnapper was. Everyone would have a list of the other player’s names and limits, so the kidnapper could have fun with his captives and the other players could try and figure out the kidnapper’s identity. The kidnapper won if they managed to capture every player before the weekend ended without getting caught. The players won if they figured out who the kidnapper was and found the missing people they’d kidnapped.

I was really excited to play the game. I'd hoped to be picked to be the kidnapper, but was fine to be a victim. The thought of being taken, tied, and tormented without warning was super hot. I spent the car ride fantasizing about what the kidnapper might do to me.

My cock swelled in my black dress pants, I adjusted myself in the seat as I got hard. My kidnapper must have noticed, because his hand slid up my thigh. He squeezed my dick through my pants.

At the next stop, he unzipped my pants and opened my fly. My dick stood up. Another shiver went down my spine.

“You're lucky I caught you first,” he said, “you’ll get to spend the most time with me. Plenty of one-on-one time while I bring in the other men.”

I spent the rest of the car ride hard as a rock, my mind racing with hopes and fears for the weekend. I couldn't tell if it was an extra long car ride, or if my predicament had stretched out my perception of time.

The car stopped, I heard a garage door close. We’d arrived at my prison.

My captor got me out of the car. My pants fell down around my ankles, I stepped out of them. The bottom of my button up shirt tickled the top of my cock.

My kidnapper took the hood off my head. The first thing I saw was his face.

Hmm, not who I expected.

I'd met him a few times before. He'd whipped me in a club during a fetish night, and we'd talked alot at big group meetings, but never played privately.

The second thing I noticed was the table.

On the side of the garage was a wooden table with a cylindrical crank at one end. Ropes with leather cuffs attached ran from the top and bottom of the table.

A medieval torture rack.

“Shit.” I tried to back away, but my captor grabbed the chain connecting my handcuffs and guided me forward. He pushed me onto the table, then sat on top of me to pin me down. He forced my ankles into the leather cuffs at the bottom of the rack, then locked them with padlocks. He flipped around, still straddling me and gave the ultimatum.

“One way or another this nice shirt of yours is coming off.” He said, unbuttoning the buttons of my dress shirt, “Either you can resist me tying you down and I'll cut it off, or you can let me gently take it off and strap you down without the need for scissors.”

As much as I wanted to fight him, I wasn't about to spend money replacing a work shirt I didn't even like. I let my captor strip me and lock my wrists into cuffs above my head.



From Orionbeltworld Tumblr


“I've been reading your list of limits Seth,” the kidnapper said, walking around to the head of the rack, “and I've been texting other people in the group who’ve fooled around with you.”

He turned the crank. The chains lost a little slack. My arms pulled up and my legs pulled down. Not too much, I could still wiggle, and there was no pain yet, but the message was clear - I was at his mercy.

“I’m pretty sure I now know your Goldilocks zone Seth. Tortures you'll consent to, but that will still feel like torture.”

He ran his finger down my side. I shuddered and tried to wiggle my hands free.

“Which is good,” he continued, bending down to my discarded clothes to pick up my phone, “because I need your passcode.”

I thought about my impending torture. I was naked, defenseless, and at the mercy of someone I only barely knew. Maybe I should just tell him the code, save myself whatever he had in store.

Of course, who was to say that after getting what he wanted he wouldn't keep hurting me. I was his prisoner for a whole weekend, there was no reason to believe a confession would spare me.

On the flip side, being a good obedient prisoner might make him go easier on me.

But where was the fun in that.

“Fuck you.” I stared up at him, eyes furrowed. He smiled and turned the crank.

[Red86]

So let's throw caution out the window and tell your captor F you. Seems like a great idea, especially when on a mid evil torture table

Curious if he'll regret his decision or love it. Equally curious how many will join him. Seems like a big task for just 48 hours but still sounds like a fun idea!

[TightsBound]

Great first chapter. Looking forward to more!

[Caldo203]

Promising story great start
I can say apart from the rack it's so far non-fiction to me

[CaptiveDan]

So let's throw caution out the window and tell your captor F you. Seems like a great idea, especially when on a mid evil torture table

Step by step guide to making sure the Dom doesn't go easy on you

Great first chapter. Looking forward to more!

Thanks, glad you like it! I got more chapters ready, but I'm going to space out when in post them

Promising story great start
I can say apart from the rack it's so far non-fiction to me

Omg wait have you done a kidnap scene before!? How'd it go?

[Caldo203]

a couple not so dramatic in the pickup and transports
quite a lot of bondage as in home invasion
always played with regulars using as much of weekends as we both or all could play

Always had to stress need for uncomfortable bondage and punishing gags fetishes for tape bondage of all kinds esp head wrapping foot torture domination

[Xtc]

Hi, @CaptiveDan,
Please add the gender tag.
Thanks.

[Boundguy800]

Oh great now I want to experience a torture rack. Great story and great pic!!

[gag1195]

A great start to a unique set up! Love the little Prisoner's dilemma- cooperation won't grant freedom, so is the potential "easier" punishment and restraint worth it?

[DuctTapedBoy22]

More Please! I'm here for the long haul.

[CaptiveDan]

Oh great now I want to experience a torture rack. Great story and great pic!!

Thanks man! I need to see if my state's renaissance fair would let me burrow their rack in the off season, i feel like a little forced stretch could be really fun

[CaptiveDan]

A great start to a unique set up! Love the little Prisoner's dilemma- cooperation won't grant freedom, so is the potential "easier" punishment and restraint worth it?

Thanks, glad you like it! The mental game of bondage/interrogation is very fun to write about (and experience)

More Please! I'm here for the long haul.

Yay! Im excited to write and share more of the story

[CaptiveDan]

Chapter 2 - The Game Begins

Seth’s the Waiter’s POV
He'd stretched me further than I thought I could stretch. My armpits and forearms burned. I was covered in sweat from the merciless tickling I’d endured for over an hour.

At first, when he'd danced his fingers across my naked body I’d squirmed on the table, pulling my chains as far as they'd go.

Then he turned the the crank. My arms and legs pulled apart - just a little. My range of motion shrank - just a little. My arms closed in on either side of my head, exposing my armpits even more - but just a little.

He tickled me more. I still struggled, but I couldn't wiggle as much. It was even harder to get away from his fingers.

He’d asked me for my password again. I refused again.

He tightened the crank more and more. By his sixth crank and his sixth request for my password, my limbs were pulled taut. My armpits, wrists, and ankles started to hurt. When he attacked my armpits and feet with his fingers, I couldn't move at all. All I could do was laugh and scream.

“You sure are resilient,” my captor said, “wasted quite a lot of my time. I'm impressed.”

I didn't respond. I needed this brief reprieve to catch my breath.

“You must really enjoy this,” he said, wrapping his hand around my cock. I'd been hard the whole time.

I moaned as he squeezed my dick.

“Perhaps I'm going about this the wrong way.”

My kidnapper walked around his garage, grabbing things from shelves and containers, though I couldn't make out what.

“How do you torture a slut who loves torture?”

He showed me a chastity belt. One of those heavy duty metal codpiece ones. Then a picture of his bedroom. The underside of his bed was a cage.

“There are two ways you can spend this weekend,” he said, “refuse to give me your phone password and I'll lock you in this chastity cage. You'll spend the weekend under my bed, watching me bind, torture, and fuck every other player, while you lay there frustrated and bored, unable to get off. Forced to watch everyone else have their masochistic fun while you do nothing for hours and hours.”


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He put his phone in his pocket, then pulled down his pants. I watched his cock grow, and my own dick twitched.

“Or, you can give me the code. I'll fuck you you as a reward, and you'll spend the weekend by my side. You'll experience different bondage alongside the other prisoners. My friends and I will torture and fuck you whenever we want. You'll be my little bitch for the weekend, used and abused in all sorts of wonderful ways.”

That son of a bitch. He knew exactly how to get me to talk.

“Hand me my phone,” I said, “you win.”

He smiled, tussled my hair, and held my phone to my right hand. I made the pattern on the lock screen to unlock it.

“Good boy” he said. He released my ankles from their cuffs. I immediately pulled my body up to relieve the tension on my arms.

“I need to send some texts,” he said, “but don't worry, right after I'm down I’ll fuck that hungry hole of yours.”

* * * * *

Luke the Detective’s POV
“Still at work. Bunch of assholes just came in. Gonna be late.”

Seth’s last text had been over two hours ago.

Had it started? Had he been taken?

Anyone else going radio silent would've convinced me the kidnap game had begun. Problem is, Seth’s work does sometimes run stupidly late, and that little shit did have a habit of ghosting or canceling meetups last minute.

Then I got the message.

“Hey Luke, sorry for keeping you waiting. I'm still down to meet up tonight, but we’d need to do it at my place.”

Seth had been kidnapped.

How did I know? Well, Seth would never apologize for not texting. The man was the patron saint of “read at x:xx”. Two, Seth refused to host, he was a noisy bottom and was always afraid his neighbors would hear him getting fucked. As if his neighbors didn't know what sex was and couldn't clock him as a whore.

This was good. I knew the game had started, and whoever had kidnapped Seth was trying to lead me to his place to snag me next.

I responded to the person pretending to be Seth.

“Cool, works for me.
Btw Harry wants to join tonight.
We could tag team him if you're up for domming tonight.”

Fake Seth responded almost immediately, further confirming himself to be an imposter.

“Hot. I'm down.”

I let fake Seth know we were on our way.

Then, I texted Harry.

“The game’s begun, Seth’s been kidnapped. They're expecting us at his place next.”

10 minutes later, Harry responded.

“Be there in 20.”

On my way out the door, my roommate asked me where I was going.

“Gonna catch a kidnapper.”

“That's this weekend?” My roommate said, not looking up from the video game he was playing.

“Apparently. So don't call the cops or anything if you don't hear from me for the next day or so.”

“Cool.” He said, “when should I get worried?”

“If I'm not back by Monday.”

“K. Good luck dude.”

I drove to Seth's apartment and parked in the lot a few units down. I texted Harry and let him know I was in position. Through my binoculars I saw Harry get out of his car in front of Seth’s unit. He walked up to the 2nd floor and knocked on the door. I was at just the right angle to see the kidnapper when he opened the door.

I noticed Harry’s face first. Surprise, confusion, fear. Rolland, a towering bear of a man, grabbed my bait’s wrists and pulled him inside.

Rolland was not in the game. Not on the list of potential victims or the potential kidnapper. He was a 3rd party, working with the real kidnapper to help snag guys.

Shit.

I waited a few minutes, staring at the closed door. I got a text from fake Seth:

“You close? Me and Harry are waiting.”

I didn't respond.

Eventually they'd have to move Harry to the real place they were keeping people, right? Maybe the real kidnapper was also here, and I'd see him when they moved their victims. If he wasn't I could at least follow Rolland’s car back to the real location.

But who knew how long I'd have to keep my stake out. And what if the kidnapper or some other allies found out I was in the parking lot and grabbed me.

As much as I hated to do it, I decided to leave Harry. I needed to stay safe, needed to get some rest tonight for a busy day tomorrow. I'd made Harry turn his phone location on, so I could hopefully track him once the kidnappers moved him. Plus, Harry had always been a bit slippery - I often had trouble keeping him tied up - maybe he’d escape on his own and help me bring down the kidnappers with insider information.

But most of all, better him than me.

[gag1195]

Luke's a bit ruthless, ain't he? Hopefully this gamble pays off... but I suspect it won't...

[harveygasson]

Loving this so far! What a game to play;

[CaptiveDan]

Luke's a bit ruthless, ain't he? Hopefully this gamble pays off... but I suspect it won't...

Yeah eventually you run out of bridges to burn

Loving this so far! What a game to play;

Thanks! Glad you like it. Gonna post next chapter in a day or two

[CaptiveDan]

Chapter 3 - The Spider’s Web

Seth the Waiter's POV
As soon as he'd cum inside me, my kidnapper climbed up off the rack and started texting on both his and my phone.

I guess romance is dead.

Not that I cared. I'd been tied, tortured, and fucked. I couldn't have been happier. I let myself relax on the smooth, sanded wood.

Then, the door to the garage opened, and Rolland walked in. I immediately got flustered as the huge hairy man glanced over at my naked, sweaty, cum-covered body.

“My turn?”

My heart raced. I tugged at my cuffs at the thought of an immediate round two.

“Sorry man, not yet” the kidnapper said, “Luke and Harry are heading to our victim’s apartment. I need you to capture them and bring them back here. You can have your fun with them later.”

The kidnapper searched in the pockets of my discarded pants, and tossed my keys to Rolland.

Rolland wordlessly nodded and left on his mission.

My captor rummaged around the garage for a few minutes, then returned to me with a collar, padlocks, and a chain. He padlocked the collar around my neck and locked the front ring of the collar to the end of the chain. Then he untied my cuffs from the rack and brought them together in front of me. He locked them together with another padlock.

“Okay slave, follow me.”

He pulled the chain and led me around his house on this short metal leash. He brought me into a bathroom that had a d-ring bolted into the ceiling. He padlocked the other end of the chain to the ceiling ring, leaving me in the bathroom, tethered like a dog, my hands cuffed in front of me.

There was just enough run on my leash to use the toilet and wash my hands. My master returned when I was finished and led me to his living room. He'd set up a large metal frame, and set aside coils and coils of rope.

My master then began slowly tying me up. Careful not to ever let me truly free, he replaced my cuffed wrists with a behind-the-back double column. He tied a harness on my chest. He stretched my legs and tied them off to the sides of the metal frame. Ropes extended from both sides of me to keep me in a standing position between the metal posts.

He had spun a rope net, and positioned me right in the center.



Image from boundmuscleuk on bluesky

My master gave me some water, gagged me with a sock and leather muzzle, and then showed me a picture on my phone.

Rolland had captured Harry, duct taped him, and thrown him in a wooden box.

“They'll be here in a few hours.” My captor promised. “In the meantime, slave, I want you to watch as I use you to turn your would be rescuers against each other.”

He showed me his own phone now. He texted a groupchat of friends from the bondage club. A group chat that specifically did not include Luke.

“Hey, has anyone heard from Seth? I've been trying to reach him all night.”

The chat blew up, people confirming Seth was radio silent for them all day too. Someone theorized the game had started and Seth had been kidnapped.

The kidnapper picked up my phone, and scrolled through my private photos. He found a video of me hogtied on Luke's apartment floor. He saved a copy, edited the last second out, and resaved - so the new file would be marked as being created at this very moment if anyone checked the video’s details.

Then he sent that video from my phone, under my number, to the groupchat. Before anyone could respond, he messaged (as me):

“See y’all soon”

[gag1195]

Gotta sew discord in the ranks! I have a feeling that Luke is about to run afoul of a whole host of would be kidnappers!

[CaptiveDan]

Gotta sew discord in the ranks! I have a feeling that Luke is about to run afoul of a whole host of would be kidnappers!

Very excited for Luke to be a target. In fact, I'm posing that chapter now...

[CaptiveDan]

Chapter 4 - Tickled Red Herring

Recap - Seth and Harry have been taken by the secret kidnapper. Luke has been framed for Harry's dissapearence.

Luke the Detective’s POV

I woke up on Saturday to a pressure on my back.

I tried to roll over, but couldn't. I opened my eyes but saw nothing. I tried to move, but found my wrists held tight by the strong hands of the person pinning me down.

I went to yell, but a hand clasped over my mouth.

I squirmed and fought, but the man on top of me was too strong.

Shit, was it over already, had they already got me?

Someone else - not the man pinning me down - tied my wrists behind my back. I tested the knots. They were strong. I tried to slip a hand free. No luck.

The man pinning me suddenly grabbed my bound wrists and pulled. I pivoted up, forced into kneeling on my bed. The other man tied a constrictive chest harness on me. The big guy threw me face down on my mattress. I felt my legs tied together, and then pulled up and attached to my chest harness. The hand let go of my mouth, but was soon replaced with a balled up pair of briefs and a panel gag.

My attackers climbed off me. I felt the mattress bend down on either side of me. I was hogtied, in only my briefs and socks, in my own home.




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“Here's what's gonna happen boy,” I identified the man’s southern draw. It was Nahum, “we’re gonna turn up the heat in here a smidge. Gonna show you what's coming your way if you don't do what we say.”

I felt a sudden painful burn from hot wax falling on my back. I winced and let out a startled yelp.

Another drop, then another, each one hotter than the last. After a few minutes I started to cry muffled cries.

Fuck it hurt.

I felt a hand ruffle my hair, then pull it tight.

“We're gonna give you a chance to talk boy,” Nahum said, “tell us what we want to know and we won't have to hurt you no more.”

I nodded. I assumed they wanted me to tell them where they could find some of the other guys. Fine by me. If I was out of the game I had no loyalty to keeping the other guys in.

They took off my gag.

“Where's Seth?”

Wait, what?

They had Seth, didn't they? They'd kidnapped him last night, why would they-

Oh shit. These weren't the kidnappers.

These were vigilantes.

“I don't know,” I said, “he got taken by someone but I couldn't figure out who. I know Rolland is-”

My explanation was cut off by the gag being shoved back in my mouth.

“Don't lie to us boy,” Nahum said, letting go of my hair and running his hand down my neck and spine until he got to the ropes around my wrists. He pulled my wrists up, straining my arms and causing a burning feeling to radiate from my shoulders.

“You two had a hookup planned last night. Seth goes radio silent - doesn't respond to nobody, ‘til next thing you know there's a pic of him hogtied on your floor.”

I tried to protest, tried to explain myself. I hadn't taken him. He'd never come over last night. I could prove it if I could just show them my phone.

But my gag made everything I said incomprehensible, and my muffled words were replaced with screams once I felt the sharp jabbing pain of my feet being shocked with a violet wand.

They zapped my feet, then ass, then sides. Each shock made me flinch and tense. As I felt them move the wand close to my skin, I tried to squirm away, but the ropes and Nahum’s big hands kept me right in place.

By the time they took my gag out again, I was sweating, and desperate for the torture to end. I had to say the exact right thing to get them to listen. Simply denying was not enough.

“Please, please stop, I can't take anymore.” I said, only slightly hamming up my role as broken torture victim.

“Then tell us where he is.”

“Open my phone,” I said. I gave them my password and verbally guided Nahum to the conversation me and Seth had last night.

“The fuck? Selim what’da’ya think”

“I don't know. It could be fake. He could have texted himself with Seth’s phone.” the other man who'd restrained me said.

“It just seems like a whole buncha work for not really any reason.” Nahum said.

“Fair. What about the picture?” Selim asked, this time more to me.

“I don't know what picture you're talking about, but if you show me I could tell you whatever I know.”

Nahum removed my blindfold. The hairy country 20-something was dressed in jeans and white tank top. Beside him was Selim, a well-dressed bearded man in his late 30s. Outside of bdsm scenes both were quite friendly people. Within scenes Nahum had a reputation as an expert rigger with a love of watching his victims squirm and struggle. Selim was known for his penchant for metal bondage, homemade equipment, and creative ways of restraining and torturing victims.

Selim held up his own phone to my face and showed me groupchat I was notably absent from, with a pic of Seth hogtied on my floor, sent from Seth’s phone.

“Photo’s source says last night.” Nahum asked, “and that's this here floor.”

“That pic is from last month.” I said, “I can prove it. Check my hidden photos folder.”

“Well shit.” Nahum said. I saw him angle my camera to get a few new photos of me to add to that album. Then he continued,

“You ain't the kidnapper?”

“Nope.”

I told them about last night. About my attempt to catch the kidnapper when they went to grab me and Harry, but that had gone south when Rolland, a third party accomplice not in the game, had snatched Harry.

“Honestly it's kinda great y'all came here. If nothing else we know the three of us are safe. We can work together and find the snatcher. And at least right now the real perp doesn't know we’re working together.”

“I’m watching a buddy of mine’s cats this weekend,” Nahum said, “we can post up at his place ‘till we know our next move.”

Nahum untied my ankles. I waited for him to untied my wrists. Instead, he grabbed my chest harness and led me bound towards my front door.

“Wait, dude,” I said, once again tugging in my ropes, “yall can trust me. Untie me.”

“We can trust you're not the kidnapper,” Selim said, grabbing my phone, wallet, and keys, “but that doesn't mean we can trust you.”

“Yeah,” Nahum added, “ ‘specially after what you did leaving Harry last night. Don't want you doing the same to us.”

Selim wrapped a blanket around me so my neighbors wouldn't see me in my underwear. My captor and co-detectives led me to Nahum’s truck, and off to his buddy’s house. The place that would serve as both our base of operations, and my prison.

[gag1195]

The lack of trust is not unwarranted, given what Luke did to Harry, but having 1/3 of this little resistance already bound (and presumably re-gagged later) is only going to benefit the kidnappers!

[CaptiveDan]

The lack of trust is not unwarranted, given what Luke did to Harry, but having 1/3 of this little resistance already bound (and presumably re-gagged later) is only going to benefit the kidnappers!

Yeah the kidnappers have a potential jackpot if they can find the hideout

[Red86]

Oh I love the trick of turning guys against each other to hide the real kidnappers identity! Also love how they aren't trusting Luke. Though that could backfire to not having all 3 fully working together.

While I'd never want to participate in something like this IRL, atleast to this extent, it's definitely a fun scenario to think about. And it keeps getting more and more entertaining as the chapters are released!!

[harveygasson]

Such a brilliant story, but I doubt they'll be safe where they're going.

[CaptiveDan]

While I'd never want to participate in something like this IRL, atleast to this extent, it's definitely a fun scenario to think about. And it keeps getting more and more entertaining as the chapters are released!!

It take a lot of trust in whatever group I was part of to do something like this, but yeah it's a fun thing to fantasize about

Such a brilliant story, but I doubt they'll be safe where they're going.

Thank you!