Captive In His Own Home

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Sep 07, 2010 2:39 pm

This is another one for Jay, who seems to be a glutton for punishment. :twisted:


CAPTIVE IN HIS OWN HOME



Prologue

Jay was a very lucky young man. He had won the Lotto shortly before his 18th birthday (just as he was finishing high school) and was set for life. He was a quiet, shy young man who liked to be alone so that he could enjoy his hobbies in peace, and thanks to his newfound wealth he’d be able to indulge his hobbies as much as he wanted to. Looking forward to a lifetime of peace and quiet, he bought a nice cabin at the end of Wilderness Road; miles from his nearest neighbors and surrounded by scenic beauty. Now without a care in the world, Jay settled in to engage in his favourite pursuits of reading, writing, drawing, and music.

But others were envious of his good fortune and sought to take it for themselves. On the summer before Jay’s 20th birthday, they made their move…

Chapter 1

From the age of 11, Mitch was what used to be known as a juvenile delinquent. He was always getting in trouble: window peeping on girls, shoplifting whatever he could quickly stuff into his pockets, shaking down smaller kids for their lunch money, beating up smaller kids just for fun, and so on. When he was 13 he lured a 10-year-old boy out into the woods, tied him up, and tormented him for an entire day. However, the younger boy’s concerned father found his son after a careful search and thrashed his tormentor before having him arrested.

Mitch served a few months in juvenile prison before being set loose on Society again. He progressed to more serious crimes, and spent more time inside juvenile prison than out of it. Finally, at the age of 15, he held up a gas station and beat its owner with a tire iron before a second employee he had not seen came from behind and overpowered him. After that, Mitch was sentenced to juvenile hall until he should turn 21.

Mitch was not a particularly large individual; perhaps 5’ 7” and 140 pounds. But what he lacked in size he made up for in viciousness and cunning, and he was a virtual kingpin among the other juvenile offenders in his dormitory by the time he turned 17. Then, with three years to go on his sentence, he laid his plans to escape with his three closest chums.

Ben (aka “Big Ben”), 20, was the bruiser of the bunch: 6’ 4” and 220 pounds of muscle and bone. Not much brain however, but that was fine with Mitch; Ben let Mitch do all his thinking for him and did whatever Mitch told him to like a favorite lapdog. He was the one who collected Mitch’s debts (aka protection money) for him; those who paid found their lives reasonably free of harassment; those who did not found themselves getting beaten up by Ben when they least expected it.

Rod, 19, was about 6’ 0” and had a swimmer’s build. Anyone who got on the bad side of Mitch by being unable (as opposed to unwilling, which was Ben’s department) to pay protection money could expect an unpleasant encounter with Rod shortly after - and usually they made amends the humiliating way or the painful and humiliating way. After a while, everyone without money chose the humiliation up front to avoid overloading the clinic by their own urgent need to be there. The humiliation up front usually involved receiving a quick and private visit through the front door; any resistance meant the other way, which involved an even less welcome visitor thrusting their way in through the back door. Few people wanted visitors through the back door! Having quite a bit of money himself, Rod paid Mitch well for the privilege of abusing other juvenile inmates on a nightly basis.

Charles, 16, was the fourth trusted member of Mitch’s inner circle. He was 5’ 10”, well-built, and probably the best looking of the four. He had a reputation of pure viciousness that exceeded even Mitch’s when he was convicted of beating a drunk almost to death. Charles had not so much as touched the man, but was simply a runaway who was at the wrong place at the wrong time and was convicted of something he had not done. He was not at all the vicious type, but fortunately for him he was a good actor; when he wound up here in spite of his innocence he managed to pass himself off as being as tough as they come. This fooled even the normally observant Mitch, who invited Charles to be a part of his inner circle. Charles joined only for fear that refusing might lead to a less pleasant meeting with Ben or Rod further down the line; whereas as a member of the inner circle he was immune to Mitch’s ‘taxes’ in any of its forms.

Mitch and his three cohorts planned and executed an escape plan that was so fool-proof that no one else ever found out just what it was or how it worked… and so no details of it are available. Suffice it to say that one day they were miles outside of the facility before the absence of any of them was discovered and reported.

Mitch had read about Jay’s good fortune in a newspaper. He’d known Jay slightly before he dropped out of school to embark on his life of crime, and knew that Jay was not large or strong, was very much a loner (and therefore unlikely to have friends or visitors), and was easily intimidated. He learned where Jay had moved to and after his escape he went straight there with his three fellow escapees. They arrived at Jay’s house after dark so that their approach would be unseen. There Mitch’s plans hit a snag; Jay kept his doors and windows locked to ensure his privacy and security. It was deemed impractical to simply try to force their way inside; Jay might be able to call for help in the interval, and in these days of cell phones merely cutting the phones lines wouldn’t suffice. Though isolated, this cabin was still within cell-phone calling range.

Charles was sent ahead to the front door to help pave the way. With his good looks and innocent-seeming nature, Charles was able to distract Jay’s attention when he answered the doorbell long enough for the other three to close in and force their way through the door. Jay was physically fit and a good wrestler, but he was smaller than any of his attackers save Mitch, and only one against four (or five if you counted Big Ben twice) in the bargain. He was quickly and easily overwhelmed.

Mitch’s group had managed to swipe some rope somewhere along the way here, and once Jay was subdued and lying on the floor, he found his hands and feet efficiently bound and his yells of protest stifled with a gag made from Mitch’s own shirt. Jay was still putting up a futile struggle when he was dragged to a kitchen chair, forced to sit in it, and then tied securely to it by his shoulders, arms, torso, thighs, shins, and ankles. Even then, he tried to squirm free, but a hard backhand slap to his face made him finally realize the futility of his struggles. Jay then sat quietly in the chair to await further developments.

Jay was soon to discover that he was now the unwilling host to the Houseguests from Hell.
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Re: Captive In His Own Home

Postby Jay Feely » Wed Sep 08, 2010 5:56 am

Wow, this is amazing.
The variations of the boys, and their history affected the course of the story.
I love how you mentioned the part with my wrestling skills, but still unable to defend myself.
And how they got me to be quiet and not resist towards the end.
Keep up the good work :big:
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

Re: Captive In His Own Home

Postby Jason Toddman » Wed Sep 08, 2010 2:46 pm

Chapter 2

Charles was left to keep a watchful eye on Jay while the other three young intruders familiarized themselves with the place. “Just keep still,” Charles said to Jay in a quiet but non-threatening manner, “we’ll take what we want and be gone before you know it.”

Mitch and his other two cronies did not ransack Jay’s house however, because the moment he took a good look around Mitch’s intentions changed completely. Originally he had planned to take away whatever loot (money and small valuable items) they could find and travel fast and far out of the area in Jay’s fancy new car. But once he saw the layout of the house, which was far larger and much swankier than he had expected, he had a completely different idea.

Why settle for whatever loot they could grab, flee, and live like fugitives when they could stay inside this fancy house and live like lords – perhaps for months or even years!?

Mitch put this idea to Ben and Rod, and they were immediately all for it. They had never seen such a posh home in their entire lives, and the idea of actually living here for along while rather than merely looting definitely had its appeal.

“But how do we keep the place up?” asked Rod. “We’d need money, and we haven’t found more than a thousand bucks altogether so far.”

“That’s easy enough,” replied Mitch, holding up an ATM card. “We have this, an our host Jay will be the golden goose h=who keeps laying te golden eggs. All we have to do is ‘persuade’ him to give us the PIN number, and we’re in like Flynn.”

“But you can only pull $400 a day out of those things,” replied Ben.

“So? $400 a day is plenty for groceries, cigarettes, liquor and stuff,” replied Mitch. “And if bills become a problem, we will just make Jay pay them out of his checking account. Look at this. He has over $100,000 in checking alone, plus God knows what else in savings and CDs. As long as he pays his bills, no one is going to come here to check on him. We can stay here as long as we want as long as we keep him healthy enough to write the checks!”

“Why don’t we just have him write us a check for $100,000 and scram?” asked Charles, not really wanting to stay here at the expense of someone else; he was starting to feel a bit sorry for Jay by this point.

“Use your head!” snapped Mitch. “No bank is going to cash a check that big without investigating. They’d call Jay, and one word from him to the outside and our goose are cooked. Besides, we’re escaped cons. I don’t have an ID on me. Do you?”

Charles simply bowed his head in silent resignation.

Mitch strutted over to where Jay sat in his chair. “Okay, punk,” Mitch said to him as he removed Jay’s gag. “Make it easy on yourself. Give us the PIN on your ATM card and we’ll treat you decently. After all, you’re stuck with us so you may as well cooperate. Otherwise, we’ll just make you even more miserable than necessary. So how about it?”

Jay saw the logic of what Mitch said, but a streak of stubborn pride would not let him give in so easily as all that. This is of course what everyone present expected, but the offer had to be made; even punks like Mitch accepted rules of protocol such as that. He was actually glad that Jay was playing it stubborn, because now he had the perfect excuse to indulge in some rough fun with their unwilling host.

Mitch took off his shirt while Rod and Ben took Jay’s chair and tilted it slowly backward, until Jay was on his back facing upward and his legs now splayed upward where they remained to the legs of the chair. His wrists and arms were trapped behind him, and his own weight (though not very great) upon them was causing him some discomfort. This discomfort was magnified however when Mitch stepped over him and knelt sat on Jay’s belly. Mitch did not do anything else at first; he just simply smiled down as his helpless victim. Jay suffered with the humiliation of having another male sitting on top of him while he was helpless to do anything about it. Intermingled with this humiliation was a growing sense of confusion… why did this indignity not make him feel angry or scared. Instead, he was feeling – not pleasure, that was too strong a word, but – acceptance!

Mitch gave Ben some instructions Jay did not hear in his musings and he was alarmed when the larger boy gave his tormentor a large steak knife. Before Jay could think to cry out in either fear or pleading Mitch slashed with the knife – but rather than cut Jay’s skin even slightly Mitch had grasped his shirt in one fist and slashed it off him with the other. Mitch handed the knife back to Ben (much to Jay’s relief, but not before he had begun sweating bullets) and tore the remnants of Jay’s shirt off of him. Jay’s well-tanned and toned upper body was now exposed to view.

Mitch paused, perhaps admiring the fit form of his captive, and then reached out to grasp Jays nipples in his hands. “Weather alert,” Mitch announced with an evil grin. “It’s tit-twister time!” With this, he gave Jay’s nipples hard twists in first one direction and then the other, as if channel surfing on an old-style channel-dial television. Jay gritted his teeth and tried to endure this torment without an outcry, but after a couple of minutes it was oo much for him and he began to cry out.

Mitch had his friends look for some clothespins, but there were none to be found in the house. “Put them on the shopping list for tomorrow, Ben,” he told his largest friend. “Hey, Rod, take a fun and have some fun with this guy.”

Mitch remained seated on Jay’s stomach, leaning backward and using Jay’s trapped thighs as a backrest while Rod stepped forward and knelt sat on Jay’s chest. The pain in Jay’s trapped hands and wrists became considerably stronger with the added weight of this large boy’s body on top of him as well as Mitch’s. Rod braced Jay’s face between his thighs so that Jay could not turn his head, grabbed Jay’s nose between his thumb and fore-finger, and began to squeeze and twist it. Then he flicked Jay’s nose and face and - spreading his legs wide enough apart so he could reach them – Jay’s ears as well. Jay’s ears and nose soon became beet red and quite sore. Then Rod began to slap his face – softly at first but gradually and steadily harder – until Jay’s face was also red and sore.

“You may as well tell us that PIN,” Mitch told Jay. “We won’t let you have any peace until you do. No rest, no food, no water, no relief, no breaks of any kind… just steady torment on and on and on and…”

“7635!” Jay almost screamed. “It’s 7635! Now please, PLEASE stop hitting me!”

Rod stopped and looked back at Mitch. Mitch looked back at Rod thoughtfully, but with a cruel smile on his face. “Hmmm… how do we know you’re telling the truth?” Mitch finally said. “I think we’d better be sure.”


Rod resumed slapping Jay’s face.

“No! Noooo!” Jay cried in near despair. “I swear I’m telling the truth. It’s 7635! Take it and see for yourself! PLEASE!!!”

Mitch called Rod off and both boys stood up. They stepped away from Jay and Ben set Jay back upright again. “Okay, kid, we’ll give you a break… for now,” Mitch told him. “If the PIN works out we’ll play nice with you. But if we go over there and the PIN doesn’t work out, you *won’t* like how we persuade you to tell us the truth the next time. So before we go, if you gave us a fake ID, you’d better ‘fess up now! I won’t hurt you if you tell the truth now, but if I waste my time going into town for nothing…”

“It’s the correct PIN,” replied Jay numbly, hanging his head in near despair.

“Okay, then. Ben, Charles, you guys come with me,” said Mitch. “Rod, you make sure that our host is made reasonably comfortable. And I mean*comfortable*. Keep him under control but no rough stuff while we’re gone, understand?”

“You got it, chief,” Rod replied with a sardonic smile, but Jay had the sickening feeling that Rod was mentally crossing his fingers when he said it.


TBC
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Re: Captive In His Own Home

Postby Jay Feely » Wed Sep 08, 2010 3:15 pm

Nice way to give them the pin number of the account.
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

Re: Captive In His Own Home

Postby snobound » Wed Sep 08, 2010 3:48 pm

Come on now! Jay could have held out a bit longer. Maybe the ATM spits the card back out...


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Re: Captive In His Own Home

Postby Jay Feely » Wed Sep 08, 2010 3:53 pm

Yeah, I could have held out a lot longer. Nipple Clamps would not had made me confess.
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

Re: Captive In His Own Home

Postby Jason Toddman » Wed Sep 08, 2010 4:46 pm

jay wrote:Yeah, I could have held out a lot longer. Nipple Clamps would not had made me confess.

What makes you so sure you DID?!? :twisted:
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Re: Captive In His Own Home

Postby Jay Feely » Thu Sep 09, 2010 1:05 pm

Good Point there. Haha, maybe I did not.
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

Re: Captive In His Own Home

Postby sarumansauron » Fri Sep 10, 2010 8:47 am

Good job! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Captive In His Own Home

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Oct 25, 2010 12:24 pm

Chapter 3.

Rod waited until his companions had gotten into Jay’s car and had driven off before he proceeded to have some fun with him. Jay was still tied to the chair in such a way that he was totally unable to move – except to tip over on his side or back again if he rocked hard enough. By this time he was getting stiff and sore from being confined to one position so long, but Jay was sure he’d rather remain like he was all night all alone than endure any attentions that Rod was sure to give him.

Rod grabbed a knife and stepped moved over to where Jay sat. “I’m going to cut you loose and tie you in a more comfortable position like Mitch said,” Rod told him. “Just relax and cooperate and I won’t hurt you. But don’t try any funny stuff or else!”

Jay considered fighting back anyway the moment he was freed, but the moment Rod had cut him loose Jay realized the futility of it. His circulation had been impaired for too long and he was too weak and stiff from his long tie up and from hunger and thirst to put up anything like the kind of resistance that he had been contemplating. When all was said and done, Jay put up no resistance at all as Rod first forced Jay to strip down to his under-shorts and then began to re-tie him with a new coil of rope he had found. Jay’s hands were bound tightly front of him and then tied to his waist so that he could not pull his hands away from his groin area. Then his feet and knees were also tied together and some rope tied between all three areas - leaving Jay unattached to anything but still unable to move unassisted.

Rod compelled Jay to bunny hop over to the couch and lay down on it. Then Rod seated himself on Jay’s belly and proceeded to watch the late night news on TV. There was only a brief mention of the triple escape from the juvenile facility. No pictures of any of the fugitives were posted. This put Jay into a reasonably mellow mood (for him), and so he decided not to torture Jay terribly hard before Mitch got back. The worst he did was bounce on Jay’s belly a little; although, as he was several inches taller and thirty pounds heavier than Jay, this was still not very comfortable for Jay either.

Jay took this treatment in silence however, knowing that this was a mere respite. Once Mitch came back, Jay knew that he would be in for a much rougher time.

The moment Jay had been dreading came shortly after midnight when his car pulled into the driveway and Rod’s companions came back into the house. It was immediately obvious even as they were still walking from the car to the door that Mitch was in an extremely foul mood. Rod opened the door to let them in, and Mitch simply walked rapidly right past him, saw where Jay lay, strode right over to him, and punched Jay in the belly!

“You son of a bitch!” Mitch snarled at his helpless captive. “That was the wrong God-damned PIN and you know it! Now I’m going to make you suffer through Hell all night before I even bother to ask you for it again!”

Jay found himself yanked off of the couch and literally dragged across the floor by his bound wrists across the living room, down a hallway, and through a door that led in to the adjoining garage. There he had Rod and Ben hold Jay down while he removed the ropes that bound his captive.

“We had some money though, what we found in your wallet. So when we found out you lied to us, we went to a sex-toy shop and bought some fun things to try out on you!” Mitch told Jay as he pulled out a set of leather-padded manacles connected by a length of sturdy chain and fastened them on Jay’s wrists. A set of clamps were fastened around Jays ankles; keeping them rigidly bound together. Then a long length of chain was fastened around the bounds around Jay’s wrists and looped around a thick wooden rafter that was overhead. Jay began to writhe and thrash, knowing what was coming next; but it was hopeless. His four captors heaved on the other end of the chain, and Jay found himself helplessly suspended by his bound wrists - dangling several inches off of the cold garage floor. The other end of the chain was then wrapped around a wooden beam, toed off, and padlocked so that it would not slip and let him down again.

Mitch then produced a riding crop he had bought at the sex toy shop and began to beat Jay on the back, buttocks, and legs with it. It left no long lasting marks on his skin, but it hurt so much at first that Jay thought he was being skinned alive.

Once Mitch had vented his spleen, Jay was left to hang by his wrists all night.

At least, that was Mitch’s intention. But once Mitch had gone inside and gone to bed (taking over Jay’s bedroom for his own use), Charles decided that was too much and convinced Ben and Rod to help him lower Jay enough so that he could at least stand on his tip-toes. He managed to persuade Ben by saying he wanted to torment Jay too, but Jay wouldn’t be able to appreciate it if he was in too much agony from being hung by his wrists for too long. This made sense to the others but they insisted on being allowed to help torment Jay as well. Thinking of no convincing argument to talk them out of this course of action, Charles was forced to agree.

And so for the next few hours Jay was forced to endure mild electrical shocks from some ‘zappers’ Mitch had bought… obtaining relief only when the things had run out of juice and had to be recharged.

This relief didn’t last long though. Mitch awoke from his night’s sleep in ill humor and decided to take it all out on Jay… and he knew the perfect way to do it. And so, just as Jay was starting to get some rest from his torments, he was taken down from where he hung, dragged to the bathroom, and forced to kneel in front of the toilet. Jay struggled with all his might as his head was pushed downward into the toilet bowl and the toilet was flushed. His struggles were unavailing, as he was now greatly weakened by his recent experiences and badly outnumbered by the intruders.

He got a very brief mercy break between flushes, but Jay was forced to endure flush after flush after flush… and still he stubbornly hung on and refused to give Mitch the ATM PIN information he sought.

“You’re very stupid, kid,” Mitch snarled. “I guess I’ll have to up the ante!”

Jay suddenly had his last remaining shred of clothing ripped off of him. At the same time, Mitch pulled down his own pants and undershorts, knelt down behind Jay, and asked Ben to pass him the petroleum jelly…

“It’s 4987!” Jay screamed in fear. “Honest, it’s…”

“I don’t give a damn about the PIN right now, punk!” Mitch told him coldly as he opened the jar of petroleum jelly and began to smear it on his already engorged dick. “I’m about to show you the consequences of being an asshole, right now! And after me, anyone else who wants is also going to get their turn!”

Jay’s screams were cut off when Ben stuffed a sock in his mouth and gagged him with a small terry cloth. Mitch began smearing more jelly on Jay’s behind, then grasped him by the hips from behind as he prepared to show Jay what *real* punishment was…
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Re: Captive In His Own Home

Postby Chase Ricks » Mon Oct 25, 2010 12:39 pm

Jay I almost pity you, almost only though. Jason you continue to raise the bar for excellence. I am doing my best, but fortunately I have my imagination on my side while you have so many years of experience on your side when we post fictional sories requested by members on here.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Captive In His Own Home

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Oct 26, 2010 7:52 am

Good continuation! Thanhks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Captive In His Own Home

Postby Jay Feely » Thu Oct 28, 2010 10:27 am

Jason, excellent story parts so far.
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.