## Kidnapped Biker Part II

Post by JHardcastle » Tue Aug 13, 2013 3:58 pm

A couple of months had passed since my ordeal with Brennan (viewtopic.php?f=56&t=16504) and things had gotten back to normal. My girlfriend broke up with me after I missed our plans that weekend. I couldn't exactly be honest with her and tell her what happened. It was too embarrassing. I was cool with just putting it behind me and moving on. So here I was, still working at the bike shop out on County Road 18 fixing motorcycles. It wasn't a ton of money, but it paid the rent.
Today my boss needed me to pick up some parts at a supplier a couple of hours away. He gave me the keys to the company truck and told me to make sure to be back before closing. As I was walking out to the car a fat bearded biker pulled up on his Harley with his skinny blonde chick hanging on behind him. As they were walking in I caught his girlfriend eyeing me and up and down. I had on my typical work clothes, a pair of tight faded Levi's 501s tucked into motorcycle boots and an even snugger plain white t-shirt that wrapped around my well muscled chest and biceps like a second skin. I knew I was looking good. I winked back at her and hopped in the pick up truck and took off.
About a half an hour into the trip I was on a country highway pretty much in the middle of nowhere. I didn't even think to check the gas before I left and my idiot boss never thought to fill it. I had my music blasting and didn't even notice the gas light on until it was too late. The truck started sputtering and I came to a rolling stop on the side of the road.
"Awe shit!" I yelled and slammed my hands on the steering wheel.
I picked up my cell phone and just as I was afraid of. No service. Great, now what am I going to do. Nobody was coming in either direction, but I did see a farm house just up the road. I guess I can use their phone and call AAA or something. I walked down the road and got to the house. Nobody in the meantime had driven down the road or I would have just flagged them down for help. I knocked on the door a few times, but there was no answer. I remember seeing a barn and a shed behind the house as I was walking down the road. Maybe somebody was back there.
I walked around the farm house and started heading to the barn.
"Hello?" I yelled, "Anybody here?"
As I walked by the shed I heard some light scuffling and moaning inside. I stopped and went up to the door and knocked on it.
"Hello?"
The scuffling got louder and I heard some kind of muffled grunting. Somebody was definitely in there. I wrestled with the handle and the door opened. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. On the floor was a young cowboy, about my age, 19 or 20, "hogcuffed" and really struggling. He was shirtless and had a very athletic build, a thick, muscular chest, sizable biceps, and a washboard stomach. He had on extremely tight Wrangler jeans. They were dark blue, but very faded over his butt, especially his back right pocket which had significant wallet fade and his left pocket where there was fade from a chew container. His crotch showed a very pronounced bulge which was also faded and indicated he had quite the package stuffed in there and there was heavy fade over the thighs of his jeans. They were tucked into some black leather cowboy boots and he was wearing a black leather belt with a large rodeo buckle. He had short, light brown hair with some stubble on face. His hands were cuffed behind his back and he had leg irons around his booted ankles. The handcuffs and the chain of the leg irons were connected together hogtying him. He had a large leather plug gag over his mouth. The front was black padded leather that provided a seal over his mouth and it was secured by leather straps pulled tightly around his head. It worked because this kid couldn't speak a word.
His eyes lit up as soon as he saw me and he really started struggling.
"MMMMMMPPHHH!!!" he grunted.
I could see the pleading look in his eyes for help and I had a feeling he'd been there restrained like that for a while. Given the ordeal I just went through myself a few months ago, I knew how he felt and I had to help him.
"Alright, dude. Calm down," I said. "I'll get you out of here"
I kneeled down to unbuckle the gag so he could talk, but I discovered that who ever had gagged him put a padlock on the buckle so it couldn't be taken off without the key. When I told him this he groaned.
"Okay, stupid question, but you don't have the key to these cuffs somewhere do you?"
He shook his head no.
"Alright, maybe there is something in the barn I can use to cut through them or a knife to cut the leather straps so we can at least get that gag off. I'll be right back, okay?"
He nodded and gave one more MMMMMPPHHH which I could tell was his way of telling me to hurry.

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Post by mikeybound » Tue Aug 13, 2013 5:53 pm

I can see where this is going. He's gonna get fired, isn't he?

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Post by bondagefreak » Tue Aug 13, 2013 7:39 pm

Very interesting. Something I always enjoy in your stories, is the attention to detail and the elaborate descriptions.
It makes for a very good read.
Anxious to read the follow-up

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Post by tiednw » Wed Aug 14, 2013 12:01 am

I have the feeling there will soon be two people hogtied!

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Post by wataru14 » Wed Aug 14, 2013 7:26 pm

So excited for another jhardcastle story!!!!!

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Post by JHardcastle » Thu Aug 15, 2013 6:24 pm

I started running to the barn. I couldn't waste any time. Whoever put that dude there could be back any minute. To be honest, I was a little ashamed of myself because for about a second there I considered just saying "screw it" and booking the fuck out of there. The last thing I wanted was to be all tied up again and on the ground helpless along with that cowboy dude, but if I had left him there I'd have never been able to live with myself.
I opened the barn door and walked in, but aside from some old hay on the ground, the whole place was bare. Nothing, not a tool or knife or anything in site. I guess I could break into the house. I started to walk out of the barn, but immediately jumped back in as I saw three big hulking men walking up from the road towards the shed. Fuck! I was too late. They must the ones who kidnapped the cowboy kid. I watched as they opened the shed. Two of the men went inside while the third stood guard outside the door. The two guys emerged walking the cowboy out with them. They had taken him out of the hogtie, but his hands were still cuffed behind his back and legs shackled and of course, he was still gagged. He was being defiant. As the two goons stood on each side of him, each holding one of his arms, the cowboy was struggling, puffing out his muscled chest, and angrily grunting through his gagged mouth. The three guys started laughing.
"Get a load of this kid!" the third guy laughed. "He thinks he can kick our asses while he's all cuffed up."
"Who do you think you are, kid, Jason Statham?" One of the goons teased.
"Yeah, you got some muscles there, kid," the third guy said, "but they ain't stronger than those handcuffs."
He then punched the cowboy in his washboard abs and he doubled over.
"Get this redneck punk into the van, we're behind schedule," he ordered.
The cowboy struggled against them as they forced him down the side of the house towards the road. What the hell was I going to do? There was no cell phone service. I had no car. I guess I could break into the house and use the phone to call the sheriff, but by the time they get here these guys will be long gone and who knows what they'll do to that dude. And I definitely couldn't take on three guys by myself, especially these guys. They were built like mercenaries.
A solution was soon present itself, but not one I would have opted for, courtesy of the fourth goon I never saw. By the time I heard the crackling of old hay behind me it was too late for me to react. A blunt object hit me in the back of the head and the lights went out.

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Post by mikeybound » Thu Aug 15, 2013 6:53 pm

For a moment there, I really thought he wouldn't get captured after all. Glad to be proven wrong!
All these blunt knockouts. Whatever happened to good old chloroformed rags?

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Post by JHardcastle » Sat Aug 17, 2013 1:18 pm

Someone slapped me in the face.
"Wake up!" he shouted.
I slowly came to and realized I was tied to a chair in what looked like some dank prison cell. The walls were concrete and moldy with no windows. The front was just steel bars with a door. There were two well built men in front of me in their late 20s, early 30s, almost looked like ex-military types, both holding guns.
"Master wants to have a word with you," the one said sternly. "Apparently you're a known trouble maker."
I instinctively tested the ropes binding me, but they were holding me good and tight. My wrists were bound behind the chair and tied down to one of the support legs underneath the seat. My biceps were roped directly to the chair back and more rope encircled me just above and below my pecs and around my waist, fastening me to the chair with no slack. Each of my ankles were also secured to their corresponding leg of the chair. I was caught.
I heard footsteps coming down the corridor towards the cell I was in and a few men talking, getting louder as they approached. I recognized one of the voices; it was one I'd never forget and when they walked in I got a queasy feeling in my stomach and my heart rate began racing.
It was Brennan's partner.
He stood there smiling with a smokey cigar in his mouth.
"You know something boy," he grinned, "I've never been much of a religious man, but when I saw my pups here haul you in, well, praise Jesus, I knew there was a God and he is a vengeful one."
I sat there with my mouth open, unable to say a word. I knew he could see the fear in my eyes.
"Who is this kid, Sir" One of the men asked.
"This," he responded, "is the little bastard who turned my faithful Luke against me."
He turned to his men and said, "a crime like that must certainly be punished, right boys?"
"Yes Sir!" They shouted.
I finally got some of my usual cocky courage back and yelled,"maybe he left because you're a fucking psychopath, huh??!!"
My remark got met with a punch to the right side of my face by one of his men.
"You will show your Master some respect!" the man yelled.
"He ain't my master!" I yelled back defiantly, "he's a fucking homo queer ass screwball perv!"
The young man cocked his fist back ready to strike me again, but Brennan's partner (Sir) waved him off.
"It's okay, Hunter," he said reassuringly. "Jason here, yes I still remember your name," as he glanced back over towards me, "is our guest of honor for tonight."
He turned back towards me again with an evil smile.
"That fire in you, boy, that's what I like about you. I may not be your master now, but that will soon change. When I found Luke some 15 years ago he was just like you. Hell, he may have been a bigger pain in the ass than you are, believe it or not, but with the proper reeducation and training he became a very obedient servant to me and so will you in good time. In fact, you'll be joining Luke soon enough. It didn't take me long to catch up to him and for the past month now he's been getting properly retrained and reeducated to serve his master."
"Is that what you've done with that cowboy kid?" I asked, "is he being 'educated'"?
"The cowboy serves me a different purpose," Sir responded. "One you will observe this evening. Don't worry. He's being well taken care of. I need him in peak physical condition for tonight's festivities. He plays a starring role."
I glared at him. "I will never submit to anything you do to me."
Sir and his men all started laughing. He leaned into me and softly, yet menacingly spoke into my ear.
"Boy, I will break you. I always do."
The malice in his voice sent shivers up my spine.
He turned and began walking out of the cell.
"See ya in a few hours, kid," he said.
He turned to one his guards.
"Gag him. He's got a big mouth, trust me."
The young, muscular guard already had a leather plug gag in his hand, just like the one the cowboy had in his mouth when I found him earlier. He forced it into my mouth and then secured it tightly behind my head, silencing me. The men all walked out of the cell and shut the door behind them locking me in, bound and gagged. All I could do now is work the ropes and try to free myself, but it looked bleak.

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Post by mikeybound » Sat Aug 17, 2013 6:44 pm

He says bleak, I say fun!

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Post by JHardcastle » Tue Aug 20, 2013 7:51 am

I don't exactly know how much time had passed; it was awhile. I had struggled futility against the ropes binding me to the chair in my cell, but it didn't take long to figure out that who ever tied me up was an expert at it. I finally gave up from exhaustion. Eventually I heard footsteps coming down the hallway and three of Sir's men came in.
"Time for the show," one said.
He walked behind me and began cutting the ropes loose. He left my wrists roped behind my back, though, and the gag in my mouth. The other two guys stood on each side of me and grabbed one of my arms.
"Move," one of them said and they started marching me forward out of the cell and down the hall.
We walked passed several other cells down the hallway, but they were much more secure than the one I was in. Most of them had solid doors and walls with just a small window to see inside. I couldn't tell if there were anyone else in those rooms, but I thought I heard somebody at one time, but wasn't sure. I wondered if it was the cowboy or maybe there were other kidnapped guys here being held. I kept wondering what Sir meant about the cowboy playing a "starring role."
We came to another door at the end of one of the halls and the young guards walked me in. The room almost looked like a control room. There were televisions inside and other audio and electronic devices and three large windows in the front of the room that looked into an adjacent room with a sort of stage set up. Cameras were pointed towards the center of the stage and were being transmitted to the televisions in the control room from different angles. Some of Sir's men were sitting at some of the control panels operating the cameras and other devices.
It was a little dark in the stage room, but around the perimeter of the stage I could see other rooms also with windows facing the stage. It was too dark to see what was in the other rooms, but I could tell there were other people in there because I could see the flickering and burning ashes of cigarettes and cigars through the windows. It was like there was an audience behind the windows around the stage waiting for something to begin.
Sir turned to me and spoke.
"Tonight, boy, you're going to see where the real money is made. That whole counterfeiting business that put you on Luke's trail a few month's back was just a little something on the side, more of a distraction from the big operation. The money these days is in trafficking, my boy, and people will pay big money as you're about to see."
On the other side of the stage, a door opened and a light shined through into the room. I could see two of Sir's men carrying something in, but the stage was still too dark to see. Whatever they had it was large and they placed it in the center of the stage and walked back through the door and closed it behind them. Then some bright lights turned on in the stage room and all was revealed. It was the cowboy and he was tied up tight to a chair, Mmmmphing through his gagged mouth, and struggling!

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Post by mikeybound » Tue Aug 20, 2013 8:25 pm

Can't wait to see the rest!

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Post by xtc » Wed Aug 21, 2013 3:54 am

What a pleasure to read decent, grammatical writing.
I anticipate future postings with pleasure.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

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Post by JHardcastle » Wed Aug 21, 2013 12:37 pm

I instinctively lunged forward wanting to help him. Of course, there was nothing I could actually do with my hands tied behind my back, plus I was outnumbered man wise. The young guards on each side of me pulled me back and held on to my arms tighter this time.
The cowboy was roped much like I had just been. He was still shirtless and ropes circled just above and below his well muscled pectorals. I could see rope burns on his chest from being tied up so much. His biceps were also bound to the chair back and his wrists roped tight behind the chair. His booted ankles were tied to their corresponding leg of the chair and more rope encircled each of his knees and thighs pulling them apart, forcing him to sit with his legs wide open. Because those faded Wranglers he had on were practically skintight they didn't conceal much and I noticed his bulge had gotten quite a bit larger than when I last saw him. It was obvious he had a boner now and I could tell it was causing him a lot of discomfort with those jeans being so tight. He was shifting his hips side to side as much as the rope slack would allow, like he was trying to shift his package into a more comfortable position but couldn't because the denim was too restrictive, trapping everything in place. I couldn't figure out why he was hard because the way he was behaving he clearly was not enjoying his predicament and therefore was obviously not aroused by it.
Sir got on a microphone and started talking which transmitted into the other dark rooms surrounding the stage.
"Gentleman, thank you all for coming tonight. I promise you won't be disappointed over the next couple of days. You'll get to see all the young men on display and have a little fun before we do the auction two nights from now. Let's jump right in, shall we? Out on the stage tonight, bound and gagged for your pleasure, is our newest acquisition, Matthew. Matthew is a cowboy who we scooped up off a ranch. As you can see he is quite a strapping young man, firm and well muscled for that farm work, full of testosterone, and at a tender age of 19, very horny."
One of Sir's men walked out again through the back stage door carrying what looked a small electric sander and a roll of duct tape. He walked in front of Matthew and knelt down between his spread legs. He placed the sander right on the cowboy's bulging jeans crotch and used the duct tape to secure it tightly in place. He then plugged the power cord into an outlet on the floor. Matthew was really struggling and grunting through his gagged mouth as he was being molested.
"By now," Sir continued,"you should have made your wagers. When Hunter turns the sander on the clock will begin. The one who comes closest to the time it will take the sander to make Matthew blow his load in those strangling Wrangler jeans without going over wins the large pot, and of course, you all have the odds sheet for the other over and under bets you can place."
I couldn't believe what I was seeing and hearing. How much of a sick fuck does someone have to be to be so sadistic?? And who watches and bets on it?? I couldn't figure out who was worse, Sir or the audience watching Matthew's torture.
"Let's begin!" Sir announced.
The clock began and his goon turned on the sander.

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Post by wataru14 » Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:24 pm

The question is, will our hero also be one of the items up for bid or will the boss keep him for himself and add him to his on crew of thugs? I guess we must wait and see...

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Post by NemesisPrime » Wed Aug 21, 2013 6:31 pm

Well I'D bid on Matthew.
He sounds like a fine man and piece of meat.
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

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Post by JHardcastle » Thu Aug 22, 2013 5:22 pm

> NemesisPrime wrote:Well I'D bid on Matthew.
> He sounds like a fine man and piece of meat.

This is a picture I saw on the Internet that inspired Matthew's character. Just picture him in really tight faded Wrangler jeans with a big belt buckle and black leather boots.

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Post by JHardcastle » Thu Aug 22, 2013 5:23 pm

This is who I based Jason on.

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Post by mikeybound » Thu Aug 22, 2013 6:14 pm

What about sir and his goons?

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Post by JHardcastle » Fri Aug 23, 2013 1:28 pm

The cowboy's eyes opened wide as the sander began grinding against his jeans bulge. He moaned and grunted through his gagged mouth as the machine went to work. His biceps and chest muscles were bulging as he strained against all the rope binding him. The chair was rattling like a freight train as he fought the restraints.
A minute went by and he had already worked up quite a sweat. His forehead was damp and sweat was beading down his chest. I looked around the control room and Sir and his men were watching intensely themselves, taking a lot of satisfaction out of Matthew's torture.
Another minute went by and the sander continued to pound against Matthew's crotch, really working over his cock and balls through his jeans. He was still fighting hard, but I could see it in his eyes he couldn't take this much longer. If he could only get just one of his hands free he could stop this, but they remained bound tightly behind the chair. He strained to put his knees together to try and stop the assault on his manhood, but the ropes kept him sitting with his legs spread wide open.
Finally, the machine had done it's job. His muscular chest started heaving and he screamed through his gagged mouth, thrusting his pelvis forward as little as he could. He felt his warm semen spilling out of his tortured cock, dampening his underwear and the crotch of his jeans. One of Sir's men turned off the sander and the clock stopped. The cowboy slumped his head down, exhausted, defeated, and humiliated.
"Four minutes and 27 seconds!" Sir announced over the microphone.
I could hear a quiet golf like clap emanating from the other rooms accompanying the flickers of burning cigars and cigarettes through the tinted windows.
"This young cowboy has got stamina. I'm almost tempted to keep him for myself," he laughed.
Two of Sir's men lifted up the chair and carried Matthew back through the door.
"Hunter will be around to deliver your payouts. Take a few minutes, gentlemen to grab a drink or two. We'll be bringing Chad out shortly for our next exhibit. He's a fine young specimen as well and I know you won't be disappointed."
Sir turned around and walked up to me. He nodded at one of the guards restraining me. The guard took the gag out of my mouth.
I swallowed a few times to lubricate my dry throat.
"You're sick," I said to Sir, "what you put that dude through was cruel and humiliating."
Sir smiled, "now you get me, kid." He went on, "do you know how much money that cowboy is going to net me at the auction?"
"You're selling him??" I exclaimed. "For what?"
"Trafficking boy! I told you. It's an underground industry much larger than you realize. Typically it's women who are bought and sold, usually into prostitution, and usually illegal immigrants or impoverished foreign nationals trying to escape their countries, but I found a niche market. There are a lot of men out there who would rather have a handsome, strapping young man for their enjoyment."
"He'll never let some sick perv have his way with him! You're crazy."
"Oh he will," Sir said, "if he wants to stay alive and not spend every waking moment tied up tighter than a drum, which is how I'm guessing he'll spend several of his first weeks under his new master in order to break him."
He stepped up closer to me and started rubbing my rock hard chest through my t-shirt.
"I imagine it's going to take me even longer with you. Your will is strong and you've got a lot of aggression in you."
"Take your hands off of me!" I yelled, " and pushed my chest out to push him back.
He just laughed and nodded to his guard again who reinserted the gag into my mouth.
"It's time for our next show."

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Post by wataru14 » Fri Aug 23, 2013 3:32 pm

Sooooooo hot! You're killing me here!

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Post by JHardcastle » Sat Aug 24, 2013 7:50 am

While this is a drawing, I think this really captures how I imagine Sir (Brennan's partner) to be. I came across this picture on Flickr. I envision it as Sir, obviously the big hulking guy on the right, kidnapping a young biker dude in a leather jacket. He's got the kid's hands tied behind his back and a strip of duct tape over his mouth and he's forcing him into a van.

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Post by JHardcastle » Sat Aug 24, 2013 8:30 am

The back door of the stage opened again and a couple of Sir's men were wheeling in another young guy strapped down to an upright bondage board. The straps were all leather and they were buckled tight restraining his wrists down to his sides, his ankles, thighs, abdomen, biceps, chest, and neck. All this kid could really do was move his head around and the fat red ballgag in his mouth kept him from talking. He was shaking his head back and forth and whimpering through the gag. He wasn't as hulking as the cowboy, but he still had a sizable muscular build in his upper body and was very cut and lean, like an athlete, which as it turns out is exactly what he was. He was practically naked, wearing only a pair of very tight blue briefs, and like Matthew had been, his cock was rock hard. You could plainly see his throbbing boner being painfully restrained by his tight briefs.
The men wheeled him into the middle of the stage so everyone could see.
"Gentlemen," Sir announced to the hidden audience, "I want you to meet Chad. Chad is a blossoming 20 years old and a baseball player for his university's team. You can see the boy has a very athletic build and keeps himself in excellent shape. Chad is going to face the milker this evening."
I could see the smiles on the faces of Sir's goons as they looked around each other nodding with approval. I'm guessing this was there favorite torture.
The two men who had rolled Chad out on to the stage returned, one of them rolling out another machine, which I had seen before. That was the same machine Sir had used on me a few months ago when I was his and Brennan's prisoner. I was really hoping they weren't going to do to this Chad kid what they did to me because that was something I'd never want to go through again or wish on anybody.
One goon rolled the machine in front of Chad and started calibrating the settings. The other guy walked up to Chad and pulled his cock and balls through the right leg of his briefs. His cock immediately sprung straight up having been freed from the constricting underwear and I could see a slight look of relief on Chad's face, but that was short lived. The man grabbed a hold of Chad's sack and started pulling his balls down. Chad grimaced in pain and grunted and whined through his ballgag. The man snapped a leather ball stretcher in place and then attached a small one pound weight to the D ring on it, pulling Chad's balls down away from his body towards the floor. Chad was fighting the straps hard, but to no avail. He then took out a condom and unrolled it over the athlete's stiff cock.
"You'll notice," Sir said, "that Owen has placed a ball stretcher and condom on the young man. The milker can be very powerful and we don't want the show to end too soon for you so this will lengthen the time it takes for him to cum. Factor that into your wagers, gentlemen."
Well, at least they were letting him cum, I thought to myself. They teased my cock for hours without letting me blow my wad and I'd never experienced anything so frustrating in my life.
The machine was ready. They rubbed some lubricant over Chad's latex enveloped cock and slowly slid it into the close-fitting nozzle which was placed at the end of a hose running out of the machine. It almost kind of looked like a space age style vacuum cleaner with a cow milker attached to it.
"Here we go!" Sir announced.
Chad was shaking his head back and forth in a pleading motion not to do this.
Sir's goon turned the switch on and the machine began pumping away on the athlete's raging hard on.

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Post by JHardcastle » Sat Aug 24, 2013 8:32 am

Here is a picture of Chad.

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Post by mikeybound » Sat Aug 24, 2013 7:39 pm

I always love your stories. Too bad I can't find working vids from you.

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Post by JHardcastle » Sun Aug 25, 2013 12:29 pm

Chad's whole body tensed up as he felt the suction of the machine take hold of his aching boner. He grunted and moaned through the ballgag and fought hard against the leather straps as the machine did what it was designed to do, sucking and pulling on his stiff member. The ball stretcher and weights were really tormenting him too. He could feel the discomfort in his lower abdomen as they pulled mercilessly on his balls.
Why was this happening to him, he wondered? This morning he was in the locker room at college getting dressed after practice. He had stayed late to talk to the coach for a bit and so he was the last one to hit the shower and all alone in the locker room when he finished, or so he thought. He was going to head over to his girlfriend's so he put on his tight, blue designer briefs she bought him for Christmas. She thought they were sexy as hell on him and he was in the mood for some alone time with her in the bedroom. Just as he had put his underwear on someone, or several someones grabbed him from behind. Someone had restrained both his arms and someone else had forced a rag over his nose and mouth that had been doused in some sweet smelling chemical. It must have been chloroform like in the movies. He struggled and fought against his assailants. Being a college baseball player he had a lot of upper body strength, but breathing in the chloroform quickly made him weak and woozy. Next thing he knew he woke up in a padded cell with just a bed, a toilet, a little bit of food and a glass of water on a tray, and a steel door with just a small window in it. He yelled for help and beat on the door for what seemed like forever, but nobody responded. He finally gave up and crashed on the bed.
He didn't know how long he was laying there when the door suddenly opened and these big hulking guys came in, dragged him out, and strapped him down to this bondage board and forced a little blue pill down his throat. He was there for about 20 minutes or so and then one of them came back and started rubbing his cock through his briefs. He was incredibly embarrassed by the fact he almost instantly got hard and he realized that pill they gave him must have been Viagra so he'd get aroused easily. Now he was out here on display having his manhood tortured. Why were they doing this to him?? Were they going to kill him at some point??? He just wanted to go back to school and see his girlfriend again. She must be worried sick that he never showed up and is not answer his cell. Surely, she'll call the police, right?
Several minutes went by and he could feel the urge to shoot his load building up inside him, but the condom was deadening some of the sensitivity he would have normally felt and his balls being pulled on were preventing him from finishing. The sexual frustration was building in him. He was already a little horny when they grabbed him anyway, expecting to head over to his chick's house and get some nookie, but now he had Viagra in his system and was getting blown by this machine, but he couldn't finish and get any relief.
"AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!" he screamed through his gagged mouth and really started struggling hard. Sweat was pouring down his face and chest. He couldn't take this anymore. He had to cum!!! PLEASE LET ME CUM!!! He screamed inside his head. His poor cock and balls had apparently had enough too, finally. His muscles tensed up again and he arched his back forward as he blew a heavy load into the condom.
The clock stopped, but nobody shut off the machine. I knew immediately what Sir was doing. He was going to inflict post orgasm torture on the poor guy.
"Now the real fun part begins," Sir laughed to his men.
It only took a few seconds after Chad blew his wad for the head of his cock to become super sensitive. Even through the condom the continued stimulation from the pumping and sucking of the machine was too much. The captured baseball player turned into a wild cat. His eyes were wide open and he was shaking his head back and forth.
"MMMMMPPPHHHH!!! MMMMMPPPPHHHH!!" he hollered as the machine continued sucking and pulling on his super sensitive cock head. He had never felt anything so torturous before. His heart was racing and adrenaline was pumping through his veins. They tortured him like this for a little over a minute and then one of Sir's men went up to the machine, I assumed to turn it off and end this poor kid's suffering, but he turned up the speed and made it faster! The poor athlete really went crazy. The bondage board was shaking hard. You could see all his muscles straining and his muscled chest heaving. His face was flush and tears were now streaming from his eyes.
After 30 seconds of this the man switched off the machine. It was finally over. I think the poor guy passed out. His head was just slumped down, hanging there. They pulled his cock out of the machine, took the condom off, and tucked his junk back into his underwear. They wheeled the unconscious boy back out of the room. Sir turned to me and his men and told them to take me back to the lock up. He'd deal with me in the morning.

### Re: Kidnapped Biker Part II

Post by bondagefreak » Sun Aug 25, 2013 9:20 pm

This is VERY hot!
Thank you for the time and effort you are putting into each update.
The detail and quality of your writing is nothing short of fantastic.
Please continue!

### Re: Kidnapped Biker Part II

Post by tiednw » Mon Aug 26, 2013 2:24 pm

We want more!

### Re: Kidnapped Biker Part II

Post by henry1001 » Mon Aug 26, 2013 4:20 pm

> tiednw wrote:We want more!

I want more more!
You are unique, Just like everybody else!

### Re: Kidnapped Biker Part II

Post by JHardcastle » Mon Aug 26, 2013 6:22 pm

Sir's two men marched me out of the room and down the hall with all the private cells in them. They brought me to one at the end on the right and opened the door. They forced me in, untied my hands, and took the gag out of my mouth.
"Hey, cowboy," one of them said, "looks like you'll have some company."
I realized Matthew, the cowboy, was laying on the cot. The men walked out and slammed the door behind us.
Matthew raised his head and with a surprised look on his face interjected, "You!"
"Yeah," I woefully admitted, "me."
"They got you too?" he asked. He spoke with a slight southern drawl.
"When I went into the barn to try and find something to free you there one came up behind me and knocked me out," I explained. "It's Matthew, right?"
"Matty," he replied, "everyone calls me Matty, have since I could walk. How did you know my name?"
I explained to him that they were holding me in the control room behind the stage and witnessed his "show." His face became flush with embarrassment and he became even more self-conscious once he remembered the still wet stain on the crotch of his jeans from him being forced to blow his load in them.
"Hey, look dude, "he said all panicky, "I'm not gay and I'm not into this kind of shit. They forced me to take a Viagra pill before they brought me down there. Pointed a gun in my face and made me put a cock ring on and that got me all hard and stuff. It wasn't enjoyable. You see how tight these jeans are. You know how painful it is getting a raging hard in jeans this tight? It sucks, dude. I don't normally even wear them tight like this unless I'm riding horses, so I don't get saddle sores and stuff, and I usually take them off as soon as I'm done riding because after a couple of hours they really start to squeeze the package, you know what I mean?"
And with that he reached down and shifted his bulge slightly to adjust his junk.
"But they grabbed me right as I was about to start riding so I've been stuck in these damn nut-huggers all day,"he continued.
"Hey, you don't have to explain to me, man, I understand more than you realize," I said, remembering the similar hell Sir and Brennan had put me through a few months back.
"I'm Jason, by the way," I said.
We shook hands.
"I'm sorry they got you, man," Matty said, "but I'm kinda glad not to be stuck in here alone."
"Well, I don't know how long that's going to last," I said.
I started explaining to him everything Sir had told me and what plans he had for Matty and Chad and probably other guys being held here too. Matty's face grew peaked upon hearing his face.
"What exactly happened this morning?" I asked him.
"I was at my granddaddy's farm," he explained, "He said he had to run out of town for the day, something about some problem with cattle he sold to a guy a few hours away, and he wanted me to take the sheep out to graze. When I got over there I was walking over to the horse to jump on. I had just pulled my shirt off because it was hot and right as I was about to mount her I got ambushed from behind. Now, I can fight. I'm a championship boxer in my county, but they snuck up on me from behind, three of 'em, and started beating on me until they got me on the ground. Before I knew it they had my hands cuffed behind my back, locked me in leg irons, and a big leather gag shoved in my mouth. One of them, a real big dude, threw me over his shoulder and carried me to a van. I was kicking and screaming as loud as I could, but that gag muffled everything and the other farms are so far away I don't think it would have mattered much anyhow. They threw me in the back of the van and one of those bastards sat on my back the whole time we were moving. They took me to that old abandoned farm where you found me, took me into that shed and hogtied me real good. Said they had to keep me there for a bit and they'd be back. I think I was in there for a couple of hours and then you showed up."
"My truck broke down," I told him. "It was just dumb luck."
I paused for a moment.
"Look, we gotta get outta here and I think I've got an idea."
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### Re: Kidnapped Biker Part II

Post by JHardcastle » Mon Aug 26, 2013 6:27 pm

> mikeybound wrote:I always love your stories. Too bad I can't find working vids from you.

What vids are you talking about?