Stories of Tie Up Games

After Chapter 1 it does not appear as if Seth will be waiting any more tables this weekend. Would it take any S T R E T C H of my imagination to wonder if Seth will be lying down on the job/rack for the rest of the weekend trying to hold himself together and not cum apart. It's a good thing for Seth that teenagers are flexible with their weekend plans.

Chapter 3, I would ask Seth to bring me A Gin and Tonic but he seems very slow tonight. Perhaps he is all tied up, as teenagers should be on weekends.

Chapter 5 - A Special Gift

Recap
Nahum (28 M), Selim (36 M) and their captive Detective Luke (31 M) head to a safehouse, while the the kidnapper prepares his next hunt.

Polite Jurgen’s’ (30M) POV
Ya know, I hadn't planned on going into work on Saturday, but I didn't want to make a fuss.

My boss had texted me late last night and said the office was getting a big shipment in the morning. He needed me to come in around 9, sign for it, and bring the shipment to his office. He said he'd usually do it himself but he was out of town at a conference.

He apologized for inconveniencing me, which was very nice of him. And ya know, the job didn't seem like it would take too long. Plus the Thai place near my work does a great lunch special on Saturdays, and I almost never go because I'm not usually in that part of town on the weekend, so that could be a nice treat after I was done. It was also a beautiful day; I could bike to work and take the longer scenic way home.

I threw on my cycling gear, then put a pair of shorts on over it. The outfit was nice and tight, and I didn't mind showing a little bulge, but I know some people appreciate modesty and didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable.

The bike ride to work was wonderful. By the time I arrived at the office any feelings of disappointment of having to come in were fully out of my mind. I locked my bike on the rack outside, threw my keys in my fanny pack, scanned my card at the front door, and headed to the loading dock.

I'd obviously arrived a good 15 minutes before the shipment was expected, so I decided to tidy the place up just a bit. I looked out of the window and saw a driver pull up in a uhaul.

Which was a bit strange… usually it's an Amazon or Walmart truck. Oh well, if our provider wanted to use a rented moving vehicle to drop off office supplies I wouldn't make a fuss. I held the door open for the driver. He looked familiar - maybe he'd dropped something off before? It was hard to make out too many details as he wore a black covid mask and dark sunglasses.

“Would you mind helping me carry it in?”

“Oh not at all sir,” I said, I propped the door open with the brick we kept right nearby and walked to the back of the truck. The man opened the back.

There were no boxes inside, just a bunch of loose rope, chains, and leather, and 6 thick metal cages.

Inside one of the cages was my friend Seth. Inside another was my buddy Harry. The other 4 were empty.


I froze, confused, then felt cold metal on my skin as my kidnapper handcuffed my wrists in front of me. He took off his sunglasses and mask and I immediately recognized him from the bondage club.

I smiled ear to ear. What a wonderful surprise!

“Go lock up” my kidnapper told me, “and bring your things, you're going to spend today and tomorrow with me.”

“Yes sir!” I said, turning to go lock up the building. Before I took a step, my captor pulled down my shorts. In the side mirror of the uhaul I saw the outline of my dick on full display in my tight cycling outfit.

I locked up the building and grabbed my bike from the front. My captor helped load the bike into the uhaul, he unlocked my handcuffs so I could climb inside. He climbed up behind me, then closed the sliding door.

He had an electric camping lantern he turned on once we were both inside.

“So sir,” I said, “how do you want me?”

He locked fist mitts on my hands, leather cuffs around my ankles, and a collar around my neck. He checked that everything was the perfect tightness and then muzzled me with a head harness. He didn't stuff my mouth with anything before, and so the muzzle didn't actually really gag me. It did add to the feeling of being submissive and owned though, which I appreciated.

My kidnapper led me by the collar into one of the empty cages. He tied my mitted wrists to the bars, then my cuffed ankles then my collar. He locked the cage door closed. I gave a little wiggle to see how trapped I was. Not that I wanted to get free - I couldn't have been happier about my current situation - but it's always fun to test just how trapped you are. My captor had done a good job. I was rock hard in my cycling shorts at the thought of spending the rest of the weekend as a prisoner.



Image from capturedherosblog

When he was done with me, our kidnapper walked over to Seth. Seth was tied in such a way his feet were raised and presented out of the cage. Our captor tickled his bare soles for a few minutes. Seth howled with laughter and rocked his whole cage back and forth.

Seth (M 27), The first victim:


Image from tiedfeetguy


While I couldn't have been happier to be locked up, Harry in the other cage didn't appear to share my excitement for our shared situation. His face had a stern and frustrated look. In addition to being caged, Harry was straitjacketed and locked in metal ankle cuffs. Unlike Seth (who was fully un-gaged) and myself (who's muzzle was more of decoration), Harry was clearly properly gagged, evidenced by his frequent muffled grunts and screams for help.

Harry (M 29), Luke’s Sacrifice:


Image from sirmf tumblr

Harry pulled and struggled in his bondage as our kidnapper walked over to him. He tried to pull his feet away, but our warden grabbed the chain and held his legs in place. He tickled the defiant prisoner until his victim was screaming.

“There's much more where that came from, and some fun for you as well Jurgen” our dom said, “but first, we have more victims to catch.”

As the lights went out and the truck began to drive, I felt the full joy and adrenaline of my bondage. I was trapped, at another man's mercy, being hauled around like cargo. I rubbed my cock against the tight lycra of my cycling outfit. Each bump on the road added a bit more stimulation, and soon -despite my very limited range of motion- I was able to bring myself to the edge. I came in my clothes, breathed deep through my nose, and started fantasizing about what I had in store.

It appears that Harry is going to need an attitude adjustment, or 10.

I suspect Jurgen will need some punishment for relieving himself without permission from his kidnapper... And Harry will need some punishment for his attitude... And Seth will need some punishment to make sure he doesn't get too complacent...

Always nice to see a happy captive enjoying his predicament haha Although I wonder what his bosses discipline measures are like as Jurgen's missed the delivery.

Finally getting around to reading this. I often find that images detract from the text, but my god I love muzzles (especially applied on top of blindfolds) and apparently so do you. Very hot.

And the story is hot, too. Layers on layers of misdirection, guessing and second-guessing - eager to see where this goes next!

gag1195 wrote: 3 months ago I suspect Jurgen will need some punishment for relieving himself without permission from his kidnapper... And Harry will need some punishment for his attitude... And Seth will need some punishment to make sure he doesn't get too complacent...

The kidnapper is going to have his hands full! It'll be fun to think of ways one man can keep multiple guys restrained and suffering.

harveygasson wrote: 3 months ago Always nice to see a happy captive enjoying his predicament haha Although I wonder what his bosses discipline measures are like as Jurgen's missed the delivery.

If I was in a similar situation I'd probably try and act like Harry and be all resistant and defiant, but deep down I'd be as happy as Jurgen.

blackbound wrote: 3 months ago Finally getting around to reading this. I often find that images detract from the text, but my god I love muzzles (especially applied on top of blindfolds) and apparently so do you. Very hot.

And the story is hot, too. Layers on layers of misdirection, guessing and second-guessing - eager to see where this goes next!

Thanks for reading! Yeah a good muzzle just feels like such a full and restrictive gag - I've got one irl that I've been having a lot of fun with and it's inspired some of my writing.

I may start putting pics at the very end of each chapter - that way they're less distracting while reading but still available for those that like them. I appreciate the feedback and I'm excited to write and post more!

CaptiveDan wrote: 3 months ago Thanks for reading! Yeah a good muzzle just feels like such a full and restrictive gag - I've got one irl that I've been having a lot of fun with and it's inspired some of my writing.

I may start putting pics at the very end of each chapter - that way they're less distracting while reading but still available for those that like them. I appreciate the feedback and I'm excited to write and post more!

I like them where they are - I guess you could hide them in spoiler tags if you really wanted (the yellow triangle)?

blackbound wrote: 3 months ago
I like them where they are - I guess you could hide them in spoiler tags if you really wanted (the yellow triangle)?

Ooh that's a great idea

I quite like the pictures in the story. Helps give an immediate visual for what's happening at that part of the story. I personally don't find them distracting.

Chapter 6 - Home Base

Recap - As the kidnapper locks Jurgen in a cage and drives to his next target, the Detective group (including a tied up Luke) work to figure out the identity of the kidnapper and the location of his captives.

Luke the Detective's POV
Our base of operations, the empty house of Nahum’s buddy he was cat-sitting for, was just outside the city in a rural area.

Upon arrival Selim had held me in place while Nahum retied me. I didn't fight back - I knew it would be a losing battle - but I did try to subtly flex and put just a little space between my wrists as he tied them behind my back, setting up for a potential future escape when the moment was right.

Naham left me in my briefs, and tied me in a chest harness with added ropes around my forearms. He'd left my legs free. The effect was a comfortable tie I could walk around in and wiggle and reposition to avoid getting sore, but still remain under Naham and Selim’s control.

Luke's Bondage Harness Selim and I sat on the couch together, Nahum sat in an adjacent recliner. Selim sat on my left, and stretched his hand behind my neck so he could reach across and caress my right arm and periodically play with my right nipple as we talked.

The first thing we did was check Harry’s location. It still showed Seth’s apartment, but the past update was last night.

“Shit,” I said, “Rolland must have turned it off.”

“Or left the phone at Seth’s place.” Selim said.

“Dang,” Nahum said, “so you really did throw him under the bus for nothing, Luke.”

“He’s resourceful,” I said, “and the best escape artist of any of us. Don't count him out just yet.”

We discussed our next move. To win the game we'd need to identify the kidnapper and find his victims.

“Does everyone know the game has started?” I asked.

“There's a few people not in that group chat that might still be in the dark.” Selim said.

“Who?”

“Jurgen, Artis, and Chet”

“Text them,” I said, “tell them the game has started. Warn them that Rolland is helping the kidnapper. Ask if they're still safe, and ask if they know anything.”


Artis the Nerd’s POV
Another successful raid! I messaged my guild and congratulated them on a job well done.

“I'll be on later,” I typed, “I’m going to make some breakfast.”

I walked downstairs to the kitchen dressed in only my white briefs and blanket I'd thrown over my shoulders. As I reached the bottom of the stairs I noticed the deadbolt to my condo was unlocked.

I never left my apartment unlocked. I checked every night twice before bed.

Someone was here, or at least had been here.

I froze. I listened. No sounds. I looked around. Nothing else looked out of place, nothing had been stolen.

I looked at the door, I could run outside. I looked upstairs. I could run for my phone.

If it was a real break-in, I should run outside. Whoever was inside obviously didn't care about snatching things and must be here for me. I wasn't safe in here, but would be much safer out where I could call for help.

Of course, there also was Occam's Razor. I'd signed up for a kidnap game on some unannounced weekend. Now - on the weekend - someone had gotten in my house and proceeded to not act at all like how a robber would. Probably the person inside my home was part of the game, and if I could get to my phone before getting snatched I might be able to send some info to the other players and help the search effort.

As I was deliberating, the intruder made my decision for me.

Stepping out of the bathroom, blocking my path to the front door, was Rolland. Tall, stern, and strong, dressed in leathers, with handcuffs, rope, bandanas, and duct tape on his belt.

I turned and ran up the stairs.

I heard him running behind me.

I reached the top of the stairs and ran towards my room, I reached the threshold of the door, and turned to close it behind me.

Only for Rolland to push me to the floor.

I fell backwards to the carpet. He lunged down at me. I tried to squirm away, but he sat on my stomach. Pinned to the floor I punched, slapped, and scratched him, but nothing phased the goliath of a man.

He grabbed my arms, then forced them together. He held both my wrists in one of his strong hands. He tied my wrists with rope in front of me.

He stood and gave a sudden pull. My arms stretched up and I stumbled to my feet. He coiled the lead of the rope around his hand and pulled my wrists above my head. So I was stretched up on my tiptoes. Rolland grabbed my white briefs and pulled, giving me a wedgie.

He yanked my wrists down, then led me downstairs. I had to move quick to avoid falling down. When we reached the base of the stairs he tied my wrists to the railing, then tied my ankles together.

Artis tied to his staircase railing He gagged me with a bandana. It didn't really silence me, though I'd been tied up enough by Rolland to know he hadn't gagged me to silence me, he'd simply given me something to bite down on when I screamed.

I started shaking as the towering man stood in front of me. I looked up at his stern face, made eye contact and quickly looked away. He grabbed my cheeks and turned my head so I had to look him in the eye.

“You shouldn't have fought back boy.” He said, “You're going to pay for that.”

He punched me in the stomach, much harder than I'd hit him when I was flailing around. I screamed. He smiled. He hit me again. Then again. He slapped me across my face, then punched me in the gut, then reached around my body and scratched my back.

He hit, slapped, and scratched me once for every time I’d done the same to him while fighting back.

When he was done I was bruised, whimpering, and incredibly turned on.

He pulled my underwear back up, resetting my wedgie that had started to drop during all my struggling.

Then he walked away. I heard him pilfer through things in my house. He passed by me with a big empty plastic container he must have pulled from the garage. He walked to the kitchen. I heard him start filling it with water. I started shaking again at the thought of what he was planning.

As the container was filling, Rolland came over to me and held my phone up in front of my face.

He showed me a text from Nahum.

“The game has started. Rolland is helping the kidnapper. Are you safe? Tell us if you know anything and we can catch this motherfucker. We’ll check in throughout the day to make sure you haven't been taken.”

Rolland smiled.

“Too bad you didn't check your phone boy.” He said, “maybe you wouldn't have ended up like this.”

He texted something and then showed me the message he'd sent as me.

“Thanks for the heads up Nahum,” it read, “I'm safe right now. I'll let you know if I figure anything out.”

Rolland sat my phone down and went to check on the running water.

He returned carrying the filled container. He'd dropped a few ice cubes in it. He sat it down on the floor beside me.

“Don't fight me.” He said, “You know what happens when you fight me.”

I nodded, still hurting from the beating. Part of me thought of fighting back so he'd be extra sadistic with whatever he had next. The more self-preserving side of me knew whatever he had planned was sadistic enough.

He duct taped my wrists behind my back.

He forced me to kneel in front of the bucket. He grabbed my hair and forced my head into the water.

He held me under the cold water. As I reached the tail end of when I could hold my breath I started struggling and trying to pull my head out.

Rolland pulled my head out of the water. He yanked my gag out of my mouth so I could catch my breath.

“That was pathetic boy,” he said, “you couldn't last long at all.”

He lowered my face so it was less than an inch above the cold water. I closed my eyes and shook my head.

“Someone's coming to pick you up,” Rolland said, “but they won't be here for a while. So we have plenty of time to work on your lung capacity.”

“Please-” was all I got out before he pushed my head back under.

@CaptiveDan I am so honored that you used my photo! The photo of the straitjacket in the cage and muzzle is me! It was an amazing 4 day abduction scene in Chicago. He was great.

CaptiveDan wrote: 3 months ago Chapter 5 - A Special Gift

Recap
Nahum (28 M), Selim (36 M) and their captive Detective Luke (31 M) head to a safehouse, while the the kidnapper prepares his next hunt.

Polite Jurgen’s’ (30M) POV
Ya know, I hadn't planned on going into work on Saturday, but I didn't want to make a fuss.

My boss had texted me late last night and said the office was getting a big shipment in the morning. He needed me to come in around 9, sign for it, and bring the shipment to his office. He said he'd usually do it himself but he was out of town at a conference.

He apologized for inconveniencing me, which was very nice of him. And ya know, the job didn't seem like it would take too long. Plus the Thai place near my work does a great lunch special on Saturdays, and I almost never go because I'm not usually in that part of town on the weekend, so that could be a nice treat after I was done. It was also a beautiful day; I could bike to work and take the longer scenic way home.

I threw on my cycling gear, then put a pair of shorts on over it. The outfit was nice and tight, and I didn't mind showing a little bulge, but I know some people appreciate modesty and didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable.

The bike ride to work was wonderful. By the time I arrived at the office any feelings of disappointment of having to come in were fully out of my mind. I locked my bike on the rack outside, threw my keys in my fanny pack, scanned my card at the front door, and headed to the loading dock.

I'd obviously arrived a good 15 minutes before the shipment was expected, so I decided to tidy the place up just a bit. I looked out of the window and saw a driver pull up in a uhaul.

Which was a bit strange… usually it's an Amazon or Walmart truck. Oh well, if our provider wanted to use a rented moving vehicle to drop off office supplies I wouldn't make a fuss. I held the door open for the driver. He looked familiar - maybe he'd dropped something off before? It was hard to make out too many details as he wore a black covid mask and dark sunglasses.

“Would you mind helping me carry it in?”

“Oh not at all sir,” I said, I propped the door open with the brick we kept right nearby and walked to the back of the truck. The man opened the back.

There were no boxes inside, just a bunch of loose rope, chains, and leather, and 6 thick metal cages.

Inside one of the cages was my friend Seth. Inside another was my buddy Harry. The other 4 were empty.


I froze, confused, then felt cold metal on my skin as my kidnapper handcuffed my wrists in front of me. He took off his sunglasses and mask and I immediately recognized him from the bondage club.

I smiled ear to ear. What a wonderful surprise!

“Go lock up” my kidnapper told me, “and bring your things, you're going to spend today and tomorrow with me.”

“Yes sir!” I said, turning to go lock up the building. Before I took a step, my captor pulled down my shorts. In the side mirror of the uhaul I saw the outline of my dick on full display in my tight cycling outfit.

I locked up the building and grabbed my bike from the front. My captor helped load the bike into the uhaul, he unlocked my handcuffs so I could climb inside. He climbed up behind me, then closed the sliding door.

He had an electric camping lantern he turned on once we were both inside.

“So sir,” I said, “how do you want me?”

He locked fist mitts on my hands, leather cuffs around my ankles, and a collar around my neck. He checked that everything was the perfect tightness and then muzzled me with a head harness. He didn't stuff my mouth with anything before, and so the muzzle didn't actually really gag me. It did add to the feeling of being submissive and owned though, which I appreciated.

My kidnapper led me by the collar into one of the empty cages. He tied my mitted wrists to the bars, then my cuffed ankles then my collar. He locked the cage door closed. I gave a little wiggle to see how trapped I was. Not that I wanted to get free - I couldn't have been happier about my current situation - but it's always fun to test just how trapped you are. My captor had done a good job. I was rock hard in my cycling shorts at the thought of spending the rest of the weekend as a prisoner.



Image from capturedherosblog

When he was done with me, our kidnapper walked over to Seth. Seth was tied in such a way his feet were raised and presented out of the cage. Our captor tickled his bare soles for a few minutes. Seth howled with laughter and rocked his whole cage back and forth.

Seth (M 27), The first victim:


Image from tiedfeetguy


While I couldn't have been happier to be locked up, Harry in the other cage didn't appear to share my excitement for our shared situation. His face had a stern and frustrated look. In addition to being caged, Harry was straitjacketed and locked in metal ankle cuffs. Unlike Seth (who was fully un-gaged) and myself (who's muzzle was more of decoration), Harry was clearly properly gagged, evidenced by his frequent muffled grunts and screams for help.

Harry (M 29), Luke’s Sacrifice:


Image from sirmf tumblr

Harry pulled and struggled in his bondage as our kidnapper walked over to him. He tried to pull his feet away, but our warden grabbed the chain and held his legs in place. He tickled the defiant prisoner until his victim was screaming.

“There's much more where that came from, and some fun for you as well Jurgen” our dom said, “but first, we have more victims to catch.”

As the lights went out and the truck began to drive, I felt the full joy and adrenaline of my bondage. I was trapped, at another man's mercy, being hauled around like cargo. I rubbed my cock against the tight lycra of my cycling outfit. Each bump on the road added a bit more stimulation, and soon -despite my very limited range of motion- I was able to bring myself to the edge. I came in my clothes, breathed deep through my nose, and started fantasizing about what I had in store.

GIMMMPH wrote: 3 months ago @CaptiveDan I am so honored that you used my photo! The photo of the straitjacket in the cage and muzzle is me! It was an amazing 4 day abduction scene in Chicago. He was great.

Holy shit that's AWESOME!

I feel like I'm talking to a celebrity.

That sounds like a super fun scene! Do you have any fun stories or takeaways from the rest of that 4-day scene?

Artis sure was thirsty trying to drink all that ice water by himself and not sharing.

Maybe a bit of cold water therapy will give Artis the impetus to fight back and make it worse for himself, it sure sounds like what he craves.

And what a twist that the photo subject is right here among us!

I was a bit late discovering this one. I’m caught up now and anxiously awaiting the next chapter.

And another one bites the dust! Pretty soon its just going to be Luke and his captor's facing off against the other captors!

The kidnappers have two very willing captives, who won't cause any trouble by trying to escape while the others are being rounded up. It seems the kidnappers have carefully chosen the order to abduct guys in.

Chapter 7 - Hunters Hunted

Recap: Rolland is sent to capture a nerd, and decides to make the most of his time holding him. Meanwhile the detective team try to warn the other players and figure out the identity and location of the kidnapper

Luke the Detective’s POV
Within 30 minutes we'd heard back from Artis. Chet had not responded.

“Ya think that means they got him?” Nahum asked.

“Maybe… wait!” I remembered, “Chet is part of the stonewall sports dodgeball league right? Him and Carlo both talk about it. They play Saturday mornings in that one church’s gym.”

Carlo was also part of the game.

Both of them could be in danger. Either of them could be the kidnapper, or the kidnapper could try and snatch both.

“I was contracted to do some maintenance at that church once,” Nahum said, “I know the place pretty well. I'll head over and see if I can figure anything out.”

“Text us updates,” Selim said, “be careful.”

“We should make some sort of code,” I said, “something you'll send in every message to let us know it's really you messaging.”

“How ‘bout…” Nahum thought, “I could start every message with ‘hey y'all'?”

“Too obvious,” I said, “especially if you give us a few updates before getting snagged.”

“Don't capitalize,” Selim suggested, “phones autocorrect. Someone absentmindedly typing will have things automatically capitalized by the phone, but someone looking at the messages might not think anything of a few texts without capital letters.”

It still felt risky, but it was probably our best plan.

Nahum loaded some rope into his truck and got ready to head out.

“Wait, before you go,” Selim said, grabbing a wooden yoke out of Nahum’s truck, “can you help me get Luke in this? I don't trust myself to keep him secure with rope like you do.”

“Come on guys…” I said, my words falling on deaf ears as they untied my hands and wrangled me inside the wooden device.

The yoke had three holes, one for my head and two for my wrists below it. It latched shut, ensuring I couldn't use my hands to reach any part of my body.

We watched Nahum leave, then Selim led me inside. He sat me on the floor and manacled my ankles together.


Luke Yoked: “Well Luke,” Selim said, standing in front of me, “while we wait for Nahum to text us, why don't we have some fun.”

He pulled down his pants, straddled me, and held his hard uncut cock to my lips.


Nahum the Rural Roper’s Pov
“chet’s car is in the parking lot.” I messaged my co-detectives, “what car does carlo drive?”

“a old camry” Selim responded a few minutes later, “but luke says he lives close to the church, he probably walks or buses there.”

I headed inside.

The front door would be unlocked for the stonewall sports dodgeball group, but I still knew the code the the side door, and I reckoned it might be a good idea to keep my own presence here a bit of a secret ‘till I knew what side Chet and Carlo were on.”

I walked down a quiet hallway. From across the building I heard talking, squeaky shoes, and a whole lotta dodgeballs hitting the walls.

The gym had a second floor balcony that I could look down on the game from. Perfect vantage point to find Carlo and Chet.

I started up the stairs but heard footsteps above me. On the off chance that was one of my guys - and so I wouldn't startle anyone not expecting to see a grown man sneaking around with a coil of rope on his belt - I decided to take the elevator the church had put in as their member base had gotten on up in age.

I rode to the 2nd floor.

The door opened. Chet was waiting. He had on his gym shorts, a loose jersey, and duffle bag.

He had handcuffs in his hands.

“Shit!” I shouted as he charged into the elevator, “boy, you keep your hands off me.”

I grabbed my rope as he grabbed one of my wrists. He tried to pull it behind my back but I used my full body weight to spin to the side and yank my hand out of his grip.

I tried to grab him with my free hand, but he pulled his arm away. He tried to get behind me, but I backed up against the elevator’s back wall.

The door closed behind us.

We paused and looked each other right in the eyes.

“Where’s Carlo?” Chet asked.

“Funny,” I replied, thinking of my next move, “I could ask you the very same thing.”

Maybe Carlo had been captured and Chet was a potential ally searching for the kidnapper himself. Maybe Chet was the kidnapper and thought Carlo might be in cahoots with me.

Either way, I decided I should probably truss the jock up before we continued our conversation. It's a lot easier to get something from a guy who can't fight back.

I reached forward again, this time aiming for his jersey. I grabbed a big wad of fabric on my hand and pulled. But instead of yanking Chet towards me, the jock braced and pulled back. I tore his jersey clear off his body.

Then, with one hand full of torn shirt, the other of rope, and neither open to grab or defend…

Chet grabbed my wrists.

I was a bigger man, but he was stronger.

He locked my right wrist in a handcuff, then pushed me against the wall. He quickly ran the handcuff chain through the metal hand rail that lined the middle of the elevator, and then locked my left wrist in the other cuff.

I was trapped. Stuck in place.

“You think you're so fucking smart, sneaking around the building, trying to snag me.”

I noticed his shorts didn't have pockets.

“Where's your phone Chet?” I asked, “Have you checked your phone?”

He slapped me across the face and covered my mouth.

“Don't fucking try anything bro.” He said, “Don't try to trick me or shit. I've got you. Your ass is mine. Tell me where you're keeping everyone.”

Right then, the elevator door opened. Chet turned around just in time for the real kidnapper to put a bag over his head.

“Shit.” He said. He followed the rules of the game and surrendered.

The kidnapper pressed the down button on the elevator. On our descent he pulled down Chet’s shorts. The captured hunk stood defeated in his jockstrap. The kidnapper started tying him in a chest harness, with his wrists behind his back.

Chet tied:
This was my last chance. With our captor busy tying Chet, I tried to reach as far as I could to my pocket. I angled myself just right and tried to pull my phone out. I had to strain my arms. The maneuvering was tough.

I touched the top edge of my phone. I started to pull it out of my pocket…

But just then, the elevator stopped at the bottom floor, shook just enough that -combined with my reduced movement- made me drop my phone to the floor.

The kidnapper walked over and picked it up.

“You really should have a password.” He said, effortlessly swiping my phone unlocked. I watched him click through apps, then type something.

He showed me his message as he typed:
“Chet’s been kidnapped. I couldn't find him but his car is here. No sign of Carlo. I'll regroup with you at The Eagle tonight.”

Luke sure looks comfortable naked, ankles shackled and yoked. He is so lucky you don't see many yokes these days, truly a classic.

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Love that yoke, especially how the ankle restraints connect to it. Now that's helplessness!

Two more down! I wonder if Selim will finally release Luke so the two can go on the offensive, or if the kidnappers will get them and easily overpower Selim while Luke looks on helplessly!

Snozzberry wrote: 2 months ago Luke sure looks comfortable naked, ankles shackled and yoked. He is so lucky you don't see many yokes these days, truly a classic.

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blackbound wrote: 2 months ago Love that yoke, especially how the ankle restraints connect to it. Now that's helplessness!

Right! Yoke looks like a fun way to be restrained. I might need to do a hardware store run one weekend and make something like it to try out in real life.

gag1195 wrote: 2 months ago Two more down! I wonder if Selim will finally release Luke so the two can go on the offensive, or if the kidnappers will get them and easily overpower Selim while Luke looks on helplessly!

Pros and cons to both - release Luke and you have a better chance to taking down the kidnapper. But Luke has shown he'll throw people under the bus. And letting him go means you lose your own plaything

Chapter 8 - Bringing them Home

Recap - Nahum and Chet are captured in the elevator. The kidnapper now must gather his prisoners together before he's found out by the detectives.

Nahum the Rural Roper’s POV.
He'd tied Chet up in rope. He striped me down to my briefs and locked me in leather cuffs. Our legs were both still unrestrained.

“Now, I'm not strong enough to carry you out to the truck,” our kidnapper said, “so you have a choice.”

He rolled over two big trash cans.

“Either you can climb in these and be carried out in secret,” he continued, “or I lead you outside in your underwear - let you put on a show for the dodgeball team.”

Chet and I looked at each other. We're both too proud to get in some fucking trash cans. He was a bit of a showoff anyway, and I didn't care much what people would think of me. Fuck, half that team had seen me in less clothes than this.

The kidnapper put on a mask to disguise his own identity, then he locked collars around our necks and led us by leash to his truck.

I stood tall and proud, shooting a glance to the group of beefy 30-somethings we passed in the parking lot. I caught one stealin’ a glance at my ass as he walked on by. If he liked what he saw he was more than welcome to try capturing me himself some other weekend.

Chet was a lot less stoich. He tugged and flexed. He tried to pull away from our kidnapper. At one point he ‘bout broke away from our captor. But even though our captor was smaller and weaker than his leashed jock, it's hard to pull too much with your neck - even a neck as thick as Chet’s - and so the jock stayed bound.

Our captor opened the uhaul. Inside Harry, Jurgen, and Seth were all in cages. 3 empty cages remained.

We were each locked inside one. The door closed and we rode to our next stop in total darkness.

Artis was brought in next, led into the final cage by Rolland. The nerd was wet, shivering, and pretty bruised up. Rolland had done a number on him. I reckoned the cage was probably a nice reprieve for the poor lad.

30 minutes later, the uhaul back opened up. My eyes adjusted to the light, and I took stock of my prison.

The kidnapper hadn't brought us to his little townhome. Instead, we’d been carried to Rolland's house in the woods. Acres of property secluded from any wandering eyes or ears. A whole house, barn, shed, and basement dungeon filled to the brim with instruments to hold and hurt men.

Jurgen was led out first. We waited in our cages, there was nothing else we could do. Artis was led out next. I wondered what was in store for me. Our kidnapper and his accomplice sure had a lotta men to keep prisoner, I was curious to see how they'd do it.

I was next. Rolland unlocked my cage and led me inside the house. My wrists were still cuffed behind my back. I was brought to the living room where Jurgen and Artis had both been tied to chairs with rope, their backs to each other.

“You're quite the expert when it comes to rope” my kidnapper said to me, “I figured you might have some tips to make Artis and Jurgen here a little more secure.”

I studied the two men. Their legs were tied together. Their wrists were tied to either side of the back of the chair. A good start, but he could do better. I gave my kidnapper pointers until the two were properly trussed up.

“Tie their forearms too. Makes it so they can't wiggle their wrists away as easily.”

“Run a rope around both their chests, now do another under their nipples. Yeah that's good. Keep ‘em pressed together it'll be harder to stand up.”

Artis moaned and shook his blindfolded and gagged head as the kidnapper added more and more rope. Jurgen was rock hard and I thought I could see him smiling through the bandana that gagged him.

“All right boys,” the kidnapper said once we'd finished trussing them up, “we're going to have a race. First one to get loose gets to cum. The loser gets a few hours alone with Rolland.

Rolland smiled. Artis began immediately thrashing. Poor guy. He'd clearly suffered so much. I couldn't imagine two scenes with that sadist in the same day.

The kidnapper then led me to a corner of the same room. Ropes, a muzzle, and two long dowel rods were set there ready to be used on me.

I probably coulda fought. Probably coulda tried to make a break for it. My kidnapper wasn't a strong or big man - in a different situation I probably coulda overpowered him and taken all these prisoners as my own. Problem was Rolland was right there, and there was no way I was overpowering Rolland.

So I stood there. All obedient like. As the kidnapper unlocked me, stripped me naked, shoved a sock in my mouth, and locked a collar and head harness on me.

I followed his lead as he had me lay face down on the floor. I didn't fight back when he tied my ankles to the wooden rod. I didn't fight back when he tied my forearms to the other rod, and pinned my chest to it with some ropes across my shoulders and neck.

I didn't fight back until he pulled that rod back towards my feet, making me bend uncomfortably far, and started tying my wrists to my ankles and the far piece of dowel.

And by then it was too late.

He called over Rolland to hold me in place while be finished the tie. I was trapped in a painful arcing stretch.

I yelled into my gag. This fucking hurt! My arms and thighs already started to burn. I couldn't stay like this!

“I've always appreciated your ropework Nahum,” my kidnapper said, “ever since that first hogtie you put me in, I've tried to be more and more like you.”

I pulled at the ropes. He'd done well. In a more comfortable position I'd take some time to just appreciate the sturdy ties, but in this bend I just wanted out.

“I need information from you Nahum,” he said, “and I don't have time to tickle you, or suffocate you, or spank you. My tens unit is already being used. So this will have to do. I'll leave you here for a few minutes, let the strain and burn start to set in. Then I'll be back. And you can either tell me everything about your little group of detectives or I can leave you in this position a little longer.”

He left the room. I screamed. I tried to shift my body and alleviate the tension. Nothing worked. He was torturing me without a single touch.

A few minutes later he came back in, leading a bound Seth on a leash. I thought about trying to hold out, to stay honorable and principled in suffering.

But it hurt too much.

He un-gagged me. I caved and promised to tell him everything if he'd loosen the ropes.

“Talk first, then I'll take the pain away”

I’d never talked faster in my life.