Story: Kinky Kidnapper Passenger (m/m)

Postby Jase1010 » Wed Dec 30, 2015 9:56 am

I drive Uber. I had a fare I picked up in Boston's South End.

He was going to the airport. And he did open my trunk. Much to my dismay. See I had an aborted playdate that I had brought all my humiliation gear for. Tights, unitards, bodysuits, rope, tape, socks, a paddle, a ballgag. Some thongs.I think that I just tossed all the stuff in there in a pile because I was in a hurry

He opened the trunk and I blurted out "WAIT NO!" but i was too late. He started laughing and I felt myself blushing and wishing I could fall through the concrete. He asked me if I thought it was appropriate to be carrying such pervy crossdressing and bondage stuff in my car as I picked up passengers in a professional capacity.

Embarrassed, I agreed that it wasn't.

He asked me what would happen if he reported this to Uber. I noted that I'd probably get deactivated. I begged him not to cuz' I really needed the money.

He said "very good." Now you're going to do whatever I say, and I won't report you for being a pervert. He had me back my car into a deserted alley near his building.He motioned for me to come to the back of the car, and opened the trunk.

He then told me to strip.

We were in the middle of the city! The trunk lid hid us from view but still! He just stared at me smirking.
So I stripped.

I got down to my boxer briefs and socks and he said those too, Spanky.

I groaned and took off my socks and underwear. I stood there, pale as milk, the cool October air making my buttcheeks clench and I covered my junk with my hands. This was so humiliating and I was scared of getting caught. Oddly though, I had a semi-hardon.

He tweaked my nipple and I groaned again. He motioned to the kinky items in the trunk and asked if I really got off on this stuff. I nodded, blushing and embarrassed.

Good, he said. Cuz' I get off on making pervs like you look ridiculous. Put these on.

He passed me a pair of pink nylon ballet tights.

I looked at him and did as he asked. I had to awkwardly stand on one foot and clumsily fell back against my car, the cold metal making me go "OOO!" when it came in contact with my bubble butt.

BARE bubble butt.

I shimmied into the stretchy, encasing, clingy and very humiliating pink tights. It was like donning a full body hug below the waist. They had a seam in the back which defined my buttcrack. My semi-hardon was obvious. Once I had pulled the tights all the way up my body and squirmed as I tried to get comfortable and situated, he began chuckling at how ridiculous I looked standing in an alley in pink tights. I looked like a total dork! A sissy dork!

He tweaked the tip of my cockhead through the stretchy nylon. I yelped and managed to keep myself from backing away. I didn't want to anger him.

"Oooo, someone's a little gooey there, Twinkle Toes," he said mockingly.

It was true, I had some pre-cum going on. Ugh.

He then told me to bend over into the trunk. I did so hesitantly, realizing my big pink tighted ass was now a helpless target.

He took full advantage of this, and pulled the seam of the tights as far up my buttcrack as possible, I had to go up on tip toe!

"AAAAHHH!" I yelped, dancing from foot to foot like a puppet as he almost had me hanging in mid-air by my ass.

I've never felt so stupid and helpless. Little did I know he wasn't done yet.

My buns were humiliatingly bisected by the tights I had been forced into. He reached into the trunk and took out three lengths of soft white rope.

"What are those for?" I asked, alarmed.

"Man, I get why you've got a bubble butt, Twinkle Toes. Cuz' your brains are obviously in your ass!"

He slapped my bum all of a sudden, and I squealed, feeling my asscheeks bounce from the firm smack.

"Maybe I should call you Jiggles," he joked. He was enjoying the aftereffects of his hand spanking my nylo-clad bottom.

I groaned again. Would this humiliation ever end?

Not quite yet.

He started the first part of my bondage

He firmly and expertly tied my hands behind my back. His tying me up was firm enough so I wasn't going to be able to get loose, but in no way cutting off my circulation. He had obviously done this before. He then proceeded to tie my tighted ankles together, and then my knees.

He took out my pink mankini. It's a skimpy slingshot of spandex, created specifically to cover a guy's bulge and that's pretty much it. It's like a perma-wedgie thong. You walk in it and its like you're flossing your buttcrack over and over.

"This will match perfectly," he noted.

"Aw come on!" I whined.

He smacked my ass again and I quickly shut up.

So I had to step into the mankini, and he pulled it tight up between my cheeks and made sure it was adjusted over my nyloned hardon.
I looked down at myself. I sort of looked like a gay aerobics instructor from the 80s who had been mugged. I And oh man, did that thong send the seam of my punishment tights even further into my crack. In fact, I think the nylon was starting to floss my hole
now i was really squirming.

He firmly and expertly tied my hands behind my back. His tying me up was firm enough so I wasn't going to be able to get loose, but in no way cutting off my circulation. He had obviously done this before. He then proceeded to tie my tighted ankles together, and then my knees.

So there I was, tied up, tighted and thonged like some perverted, sissy package. Little did I know it was about to get much much worse.


I stood there, bare chested up top except for the two spandex straps teasing my nipples. I was tighted from the waist to the toes with a stretchy spandex accent holding the delicate parts of my body yoked. I looked and felt so kinky and stupid. I was so turned on but still scared that he was going to murder me or imprison me at his deserted farmhouse so he could eat me or something.

Then out came the roll of duct tape. Oh god. He supplemented the rope with the tape. I got several yards circled around my upper arms, binding them to my upper body. I got some around my thick tighted thighs, making sure my legs couldn't be pulled apart.

And then he sat my ass down IN the trunk so he had access to my feet. He duct-taped them together! The dude was packaging me! I was so helpless. I gave a trial squirm. There was no way I was getting out of this bondage without help.

I knew what was next. Like many bondage lovers I felt that its not bondage without a gag. Now that belief was coming back to haunt me.
He grinned evenn more broadly than usual.

"Now its time for Spanky to get his gag so he doesn't make too much noise," he said in a sing-songy voice.

I glared at him at he reached into his pocket for something. It wasn't that big, a round ball of what looked like black cotton. What was it?

"You're probably wondering what this is so you know what Im stuffing in your big fat mouth to gag you. You see, l like a little stiimulation during the day. So at gym time, I wear something underneath my workout clothes to give my workout a little bit of a sexy mmmmpph. This is the thong I worked out in under my gym shorts this morning. Bon appéti!"

He grabbed my face and, before I could protest, stuffed the skimpy material in my mouth. I went to spit it out but he was already sealing my lips shut with the sticky tape. Two swatches, in the shape of an X over my mouth!

I mmpphed and tried to tell him off but that thong, which had looked tiny at first, seemed to be filling my oral cavity!

He laughed and tousled my hair.

"Aw, you're such a good sport, Jiggles. By the way, how does my ass and balls taste?"

For the first time I really let myself taste my mouth stuffing and tasted sweat, musk, and man stuff. It was kind of like having a locker room stuffed in my yap. I groaned again, squirming in my impossible bondage.

He told he he was almost done with his latest "bondage masterpiece". He also noted that I designed it on the fly especially for you, utilizing all your favorite things!

I was gagged with his butt floss so I wasn't able to note that I was supposed to be the dom for that session, but nevermind.

He took a nylon stocking out of the back." Now," he said " just in case that tape isn't sticky enough, i don't want you spitting out your tasty gag."

He then pulled a nylon stocking over my head! My world was suddenly a brown haze, my nose flattened, my eyes nearly sealed shut, The strong fabric made sure i would never be able to spit anything out of my mouth. I looked like a knob-headed worm, with that one floppy leg hanging off my head.. Little did I know he was going to make it even worse.

As I mmpphed in indignation into my kinky new hood, he brought out three more pairs of pantyhose. Oh please no!

Once again he sat me on my ass in the trunk (it was kinda hard seeing I had been tied and taped into a single wiggling column). Pulling my feet up, he began working a single leg of pantyhose down my feet and legs. He was sealing me in, encasing me!

i looked so kinky and weird. My already tighted toes wiggled in the additional stretchy nylon. He worked my pantyhose prison all the way up to my waist. I was now a one legged fetish object.

He didn't stop there. He used the other giant pair to pull another huge leg down over my head and arms and torso. He was putting me in a pantyhose cocoon. I would be totally helpless. Now I was double hooded. There was no way I was getting this gag out of my mouth without some sort of extraction team.

To top it off, he used the third pair to tie around my waist, making sure the two cocoon pieces wouldn't ride up or down.

So there I was tighted, thonged, tied, gagged,, taped, hooded and stuffed into a pantyhose encasement bondage cocoon. I had never felt so helpless. Or humiliated. He even made me hop and bounce my encased self over to the sideview mirror so I could see how bizarre and helpless I looked. I mmmmphed in indignation.

I squirmed, bounced, bucked. I tried with all my strength to somehow change something. Nope. I was stuck fast. He left me at the back of the car while he went inside for something. It was a very large suitcase that he placed in the trunk. Wait, hadn't he already brought his luggage out to the car?

Well, its time for our trip, Spanky. I'll drive if you don't mind.

He opened the suitcase. It was a big roomy piece of luggge, Oh no, he wouldn't.

He grabbed me and almost effortlessly hoisted my wiggling, helpless form into the suitcase. He even folded me up so I was staring at my pantyhosed and tighted thighs. I felt like a girl! A damsel in a particularly kinky form of distress. He had made me, a grown man, into a form of bondage luggage!

"Comfy," he asked?

"MMPPGGHG NMMPGGHRHRH!"I replied, infuriated and so so very hard.

"Just wait till I try and put you through security," he mused.

He gathered any remaining pieces of my bondage paraphernalia and threw them in on top of me. Suddenly I was covered in tights, spandex unitards, rope, gags, you name it. I was nothing more than an object to be transported.

He reached in, gave my nyloned ass a squeeze, my bulge a tweak, and kissed me on my pantyhose forehead which might as well have had a giant" L" for" Loser" written there in Sharpie. How did I let myself get into this mess?!?

"Enjoy the ride, Spanky!" he said cheerfully.

With that he closed the suitcase, zipzed it shut, and closed the trunk. I had been officially kidnapped.

END

Re: Story: Kinky Kidnapper Passenger (m/m)

Postby tiednw » Thu Dec 31, 2015 1:14 am

Great story! Although it says "end" i'm hoping for a "part 2".

Re: Story: Kinky Kidnapper Passenger (m/m)

Postby Jase1010 » Thu Dec 31, 2015 4:14 am

If I did write a Part 2, anything you'd like to see?

Re: Story: Kinky Kidnapper Passenger (m/m)

Postby tiednw » Thu Dec 31, 2015 4:23 am

Well, I'm always up for mummification and sneakersniffing.

Re: Story: Kinky Kidnapper Passenger (m/m)

Postby mitchelaiden » Thu Dec 31, 2015 6:36 am

I wouldn't mind seeing some more dirty underwear gags ;)
Sock gags, underwear gags;
I don't care as long as they are well worn and sweaty

Re: Story: Kinky Kidnapper Passenger (m/m)

Postby Jase1010 » Thu Dec 31, 2015 7:38 am

Hmm, I'll see what I can do...

Re: Story: Kinky Kidnapper Passenger (m/m)

Postby xtc » Thu Dec 31, 2015 7:47 am

Write it your own way, mate,otherwise you'll only get the usual, hackneyed suggestions.
Talking of which . . .
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Story: Kinky Kidnapper Passenger (m/m)

Postby tiednw » Thu Dec 31, 2015 8:30 am

xtc wrote:Write it your own way, mate,otherwise you'll only get the usual, hackneyed suggestions.
Talking of which . . .


Good point. You can ask for suggestions, but please use your own ideas and imagination!

Re: Story: Kinky Kidnapper Passenger (m/m)

Postby fratboydanny » Sun Feb 21, 2016 9:41 am

Hey I am just seeing this today. I love how easily our hero fell into the trap. This was a fun read. I hope we will see Chapter 2.