Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby Canuck33 » Thu Jan 16, 2014 5:11 am

NAUGHTY CAR WASH

This story fast-forwards about a year and a half from when Chris and Roman met at the Palm Bay library in Florida. Roman was now a second year statistics major at Sydney University, while Chris was in his third year studying history at the University of Miami. That year, Chris decided to transfer to Australia, much to his family’s disappointment. However, Chris was already an adult, had his own credit line (he was already more than $25,000 in debt, so how much difference would a few extra thousands make?) and should be responsible for his actions.
Chris and Roman were now room mates. They remained very close friends with the occasional “benefits”. They weren’t dating because Roman was still uncomfortable being gay and Chris, being out of the closet by now, found that to be problematic. He also wanted to meet new people. After all, the Sydney gay scene was thriving, and it was home to the world’s greatest gay beach, North Bondi Beach!
Starting in September, Chris and Roman worked together as lifeguards at Bondi Beach. Like the rest of the male lifeguards, their uniform was a tight speedo and colourful patrol cap with a chin strap. Everybody wore the speedos, and the women (there were a handful of them) wore either a bikini or a one-piece swimsuit. It was basically a dream job: Patrolling a gay beach alongside dozens of beautiful athletic guys while wearing skimpy speedos. They worked long hours, but the pay was decent and most importantly, lifeguards were basically heroes in the Australian community!

Between their lifeguarding job and their rigorous swimming training schedule at the university sports complex (which was only a short walk away), Chris and Roman became used to wearing speedos all day. There were no surprises when the Bondi Beach Lifeguard Society decided to hold a fundraiser and have all lifeguards participate in their speedos.
“We’re planning a $5 carwash tomorrow (Saturday), right by the gas station at the entrance to North Bondi Beach,” announced Fred, one of the senior lifeguards. Fred was around twenty five, around Chris’s height and slim, had golden blonde hair and a deep bronzed tan. He looked like a quintessential Australian lifeguard. He also looked extremely hot in his blue speedos. “The proceeds will go towards Sydney’s Children Hospital. We’ll need at least twelve of you to have a successful operation.”
Immediately, Chris and Roman signed up. They were to arrive at the gas station at 8:00 am sharp, ready in their speedos. Shoes or sandals were a must, since they’ll be walking on asphalt. They were to bring rags, sponges, and cleaning detergents, and be well rested.
“Guys, this is a very important job, you’ll be there for almost ten hours,” warned them Fred. “Usually the fundraisers are left to the senior lifeguards. You’ve got a reputation to maintain as North Bondi Beach lifeguards. So far, you’ve been wonderful, but still, are you sure you wanna do this?”
“Of course!” chimed Chris, “I love doing fundraisers. Besides, it’s just a car wash, pretty hard to screw up isn’t it?” He was right.
Fred sighed. “You can’t flirt with the customers, boys.”
Ah, nuts! “But what if…”
“Yes, this is a gay beach, and you’ll be getting a lot of dudes ogling you, and some will probably spank you or even try to grab your package. But you can’t reciprocate, remember you’re doing a job, you’re raising money to help sick children, and that’s that.” Right before leaving the senior lifeguards’ office, he added as an aside, “But, what you do with your customers after your shift is over…that’s entirely up to you.”
Roman looked at Chris. He knew what he was thinking. They smiled mischievously to one another.

The lifeguard association posted information about their car wash online. There was even a facebook page for it. Immediately, suggestive comments started popping up. It seemed lifeguards were EXTREMELY popular at Bondi Beach. There were several pictures of lifeguards on patrol, all wearing speedos and looking into the distance. There was one shot of Fred wearing a black speedo and sunglasses. The camera was angled so the bulge in his speedo looked especially prominent, looking like a possible hard-on.
“Dude, do you think they’ll post our pictures too?” asked Roman. Chris smiled, “I don’t know, I guess we’ll find out tomorrow. But I definitely hope so.” He scrolled towards his private messages, and noticed he received a message from an unknown customer.
“Yo Roman! Check this out!” He yelled to Roman, who was starting to lose interest. The message came from a person named Jean-Paul Duval and read ‘stalker’ all over it.
“Hey there, speedo boy! I see you decided to join the event tomorrow. Well, guess what. I’ve been following your LifeOut profile for a while now and I just realized you moved in with your friend, Roman Somers I believe? Well anyways, I’ve got an idea: You like being tied up don’t you? I'm gonna be at the car wash tomorrow, right before you finish, get my car washed and then have a little bit of naughty fun with you two :quirk: . Think about it! Though I can't say I'll take no for an answer. Hahahahaha! Kisses and hugs, Jean-Paul.” He included a telephone number and email at the bottom of the message.
“Roman, what the fuck is this?!” asked Chris. He was legitimately angry and creeped out.
“Oh yeah,” Roman mumbled, “There’s something I need to tell you, Chris.”

TO BE CONTINUED…
Last edited by Canuck33 on Thu Jan 16, 2014 5:27 am, edited 1 time in total.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby fratboydanny » Thu Jan 16, 2014 5:17 am

Really good start Canuck. Cant wait to see what happens!

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby NemesisPrime » Thu Jan 16, 2014 12:30 pm

Very nice start! Roman's got some s'plaining to do!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby Canuck33 » Thu Jan 16, 2014 5:11 pm

He sure does! Soon you'll all find out what it's all aboot. Sorry, about. That was a joke.
Anyways, thanks for reading. If it wasn't for my readers, I probably would've given up ages ago.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby henry1001 » Thu Jan 16, 2014 5:31 pm

All the best stories have painful cliff hangers D:
-sits there refreshing page waiting for more-
Awesome, can't wait for more.
You are unique, Just like everybody else!

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby Ossassin » Fri Jan 17, 2014 5:42 pm

Well this could get interesting for our two Aussie friends
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Give me a minute
I'll duct tape you

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby Canuck33 » Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:59 am

PART 2

“Jean-Paul is a French guy I’ve met a couple of months ago. We met online. He’s this, like, master Dom and he’s tied up a bunch of hot guys in the past and took pictures of them; he showed me his work, and I was really enthused. Some of the pics were really old, like from the 90’s, but they were still really sexy. By the way, all he did was tie me up and play around a little; he didn’t molest me, even though he could have…” Roman’s produced a strange smile which made his eyes glow.
“That’s all very fine and dandy,” nodded Chris, “we’re not officially together, so I’m not going to control your private life. In fact, I’ve played around with some random guys too. There’s only one thing that’s bothering me: How did he get my freakin’ facebook account?!”
Roman blushed. “You know how you like bondage even more than I do? Well, I told him my roommate, who’s also my co-worker, likes being tied up, and since we’re both going to be washing cars tomorrow, it would be unfair if you missed out on the fun.” Roman smiled sheepishly. He realized it was wrong to give away Chris’s facebook profile without his consent, but he was hoping that somehow, his friend will forgive his foolishness.
Chris stopped frowning, but he still looked uncomfortable. “You said this guy is a legit Dom, with experience, and he never tried to hurt you?”
“Never, I swear,” said Roman. “I’ve been to his house multiple times. He tied me in a hogtie, on a chair in front of the mirror…eagle spread on his bed, and in the closet. He could’ve done things against my will, but he always respected my boundaries. The worst he ever did was massage my balls. Oh, he did finger my ass once, but I was wearing a speedo. You know, the red one that keeps wedging against my crack. It sure as hell made me horny. Chris, are you rubbing your balls?!”
Chris didn’t realize he was rubbing the shaft of his dick through his tight lycra speedo. He stopped, blushing. “Sorry Roman, I…didn’t notice. Um, do you have any pictures?”
Roman smiled. “You don’t have to ask me twice!”

Roman clicked on a folder falsely labeled “STA212”. There were about two dozen images of Roman bound in various position. The first picture showed Roman standing bound against a pole in a gloomy looking basement, his mouth tightly gagged and his eyes covered in a handkerchief. He was wearing white cotton t-shirt and matching white briefs. His cock was fully erect in them, despite Roman looking uncomfortable, as if begging for a release that didn’t come. The next picture had Roman eagle-spread on a four poster bed with handcuffs. He was only wearing a turquoise speedo this time, and he was gagged with a bandana, but not blindfolded. Again, his bulge was erect in his swim briefs. That particular scene had several shots; one where the captor was adjusting the gag in Roman’s mouth (you could only see his arms). In another, Jean-Luc was teasing Roman with a feather, making him wince. Chris quickly noticed he was feeling just as horny as the subject of this series.
“So, this is all Jean-Luc’s work?” Chris had to maintain his voice from trembling.
“Yeah, he’s an expert Dom. Well, he mentioned he’s got a buddy, René, who’s just as good with ties.”
Chris looked interested. “Is this René guy going to join us…tomorrow?”
“Probably, this way each one of us can be taken care of…” Roman smiled. “You look so hot when you’re horny, Chris.” He looked down, grabbed Chris’s bulging speedo and gently rubbed their contents. Chris moaned in ecstasy. He slid his speedo off and stood completely naked. Roman did the same thing. One thing led to another, and before long they jerked each other off to completion and fell asleep naked side by side.

Chris set up his alarm to 7:00 am the next morning. It was a particularly bright day, and the sun penetrated right through the blue curtains of their apartment.
“Shit,” he groaned as he reached towards the alarm clock and turned it off. Roman was lying asleep squeezed beside him on his single bed (they generally slept on separate beds), one hand clutching the pillow, the other gently touching his genitalia. He was completely nude. Chris turned around and put himself around Roman’s lean body in a bearlike hug. “Good morning, sweet cheeks,” he whispered, “ready for a naughty car wash today?”
Slowly, Roman turned his head to face Chris. His short, dirty blonde hair was messed up, and his face was scruffy from not shaving for several days. He looks so sexy waking up, thought Roman. “What did you just call me?” he asked.
Chris smiled and got up. “I shotgun the shower first; you snooze, you lose!” As Chris made his way to the bathroom, he offered Roman a view of his own butt. And what a beautiful, bubbly butt Chris had! It would be a disservice not to wear a speedo with that wonderful looking butt, Roman thought as he drifted back to sleep.
He felt Chris shaking him several minutes later.
“WAKE. UP!” He nearly yelled. Chris was now clean shaven, and he smelled like shampoo and sweet coconut bodywash. He was wearing his uniform – his bright green speedo and matching patrol cap. He was also wearing his brown summer shoes without socks. And he looked fucking hot.
“Okay,” Roman woke up without resistance and hit the showers. Ten minutes later, he came out washed up, clean shaved and in his own version of the uniform – a blue patrol cap and a matching blue “Aqux” speedo.
“You look hot,” Chris assured him.
“So do you, Roman winked.
They made themselves a quick breakfast of pb&j sandwiches, downed two large glasses of cold milk, put on their sunglasses and walked to the gas station. They were carrying their cellphones two buckets with sponges, rags, soap and detergent Fred was already there, this time wearing a straw hat and an orange speedo. He looked more like a very fit German tourist than a lifeguard. He smiled. “Good morning, boys! Nice sunglasses!”
He handed them a large, white advertising sign. It said “$5 car wash” in huge block letters, and underneath, in smaller letter, the details of their charity were included.”
“Now, it’s still pretty early and as you can tell, not too many people in this part of town are awake this early on Saturday,” he elicited a chuckle from both. “You guys can take it easy until you see cars popping in. When you do, I want you to hold this sign high for everyone to see, and start jumping and screaming ‘$5 car wash! Limited time only!’ or something along those lines. Is that cool?”
They both nodded affirmatively.
Chris opened his mouth and asked: “Wouldn’t it be hard NOT to see us? I mean, you don’t often see two guys in speedos advertising a car wash…”
“Actually, it will be three,” corrected Fred. A tall, slender boy in a green speedo appeared out of the station. He was paler than Roman, had blonde hair and wore sunglasses. “Guys, this is Nick. Nick, Chris and Roman.”
“How’re you doing?” He asked in a deep, sexy voice. They shook hands together. Roman stopped himself from glancing down and staring at Nick’s speedo bulge. The tall, handsome guy smiled at him. Roman felt his phone vibrating.
“Sorry guys, I got a text,” he backed away from the group and opened his phone. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed it was Jean-Luc’s number. “Rise and shine, sexy boys! Hope you have a wonderful day at work…washing cars in your cute little speedos. Bet you’ll look so hot in them, mind taking some pics? Don’t mind me, you boys just carry on doing your good work, but at 4:45…I’m gonna get you! Muahahaha! Hugs, Jean-Luc”
Another text flashed immediately: "I'm readyin my supplies! So now I got lots of rope, duct tape, bandanas, and a paddle, so dont u bois start misbheavin'!! Hahaha! Am I missing anythin?
“Bastard!” muttered Roman, and texted him back: “Hey Jean-Luc, go fuck urself! thanks to u, now I’m gonna have a boner all day!”
About ten minutes later, another message came up: "There there boi, this is Rene. Don't u bois start cussin at us, else were gonna have to teach u a lesson!"


To Be Continued…
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby NemesisPrime » Sat Jan 18, 2014 1:04 pm

Roman's got a dirty mouth, I think he needs a dirty gag to match it! :D

I wonder what Jean-Luc and Rene have to teach our bois....
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby Canuck33 » Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:09 pm

Respect, Nemesis! That's what it's all about. The next part is coming up really soon. I'm still not sure if this will be a 3 or 4 part story.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby NemesisPrime » Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:51 pm

Canuck33 wrote:Respect, Nemesis! That's what it's all about. The next part is coming up really soon. I'm still not sure if this will be a 3 or 4 part story.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T! That's what it means to me!

Sorry, had to lol
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby BondageChris » Sat Jan 18, 2014 6:39 pm

You've made a gayboy very happy,...haha nice please continue. My ex boyfriend spent time as a life guard. Brought life to parts of me :big: Now do I want to write or not

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby mikeybound » Sat Jan 18, 2014 7:19 pm

Hahaha Roman seems kinda pissed. I think somebody needs a hug (among other things).
By the way, isn't Rene a girls name?

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby bondagefreak » Sat Jan 18, 2014 8:35 pm

mikeybound wrote:By the way, isn't Rene a girls name?


Not at all, in fact René is a very common name for guys in Québec and in France. For girls, the spelling is Renée.
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Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby Canuck33 » Sun Jan 19, 2014 4:07 am

mikeybound, funny you say that, because Roman is about to get more than just a hug.
I always liked the name René on men! Well, I like French names in general, I don't know why they sound so seductive to me. :mrgreen:
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby NemesisPrime » Sun Jan 19, 2014 5:29 am

Canuck33 wrote:mikeybound, funny you say that, because Roman is about to get more than just a hug.
I always liked the name René on men! Well, I like French names in general, I don't know why they sound so seductive to me. :mrgreen:

Well France IS the city of love after all...
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby fratboydanny » Sun Jan 19, 2014 11:41 am

Terrific new chapter, Cancun, but why limit this to 3 or 4 chapters? This could last so much longer....

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby bondagefreak » Sun Jan 19, 2014 12:13 pm

NemesisPrime wrote:
Canuck33 wrote:mikeybound, funny you say that, because Roman is about to get more than just a hug.
I always liked the name René on men! Well, I like French names in general, I don't know why they sound so seductive to me. :mrgreen:

Well France IS the city of love after all...


I think you mean Paris, yes? :quirk:
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Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby Canuck33 » Sun Jan 19, 2014 9:40 pm

PART 3

The car wash went by smoothly; the three boys managed to attract several dozen customers throughout the day, and even earned a few extra dollars in tips. For the record, all they did was wash vehicles, so don’t get any ideas. Oh, they did pose suggestively in a number of pictures, but nothing naughty and definitely no TUG’s were involved. Roman had a noticeable bulge in his tight speedo through the day, which Nick and Fred most likely took notice of, but didn’t bother commenting on. It was considered perfectly normal for a Bondi Beach lifeguard to walk around with a semi-hardon in his speedo, and people generally replied in little more than a knowing smile.
The boys were given a lunch break at around 12:30. Having to walk into a food court in speedos would’ve been very awkward, so the gas station attendants kindly supplied all the lifeguards with soups, sandwiches and other hot food. After thirty minutes, Fred announced it was time to get back to work.

Towards the end of their shift, Chris and Roman felt a surge of energy. They were suddenly desperate to finish their shift. They knew they only had a few hours until Jean-Luc and René were to arrive. They stopped sending them suggestive texts, which Roman thought was strange.
“Not so weird if you ask me,” explained Chris. “Maybe they’re just being considerate and they don’t want to keep distracting us?”
“Oh yeah, good point,” Roman nodded. It took him several hours to stop thinking about their upcoming bondage date, and for his raging passions to subside. And now that the workday was approaching its end, he was able to channel his energy into his cheerleading. In fact, all three boys were getting into the hang of lifting the $5 Car Wash sign high and screaming “Limited Time Offer! All proceeds go to the Sydney Children’s Hospital” wherever a car drove by. Chris periodically thrust his pelvis seductively and managed to acquire several extra dollars in tips.

At around 4:30, Roman received another text on his cellphone. “Hey there, cuties! Will be there soon. Driving a silver Ford van.”
Several lifeguards, who began their shift later, were to stay until around 8:00 pm. Chris, Roman and Nick, however, were dismissed. Nick proved to be a really nice guy; turned out he was 19, straight, and although he wasn’t interested in experimenting, had lots of gay male friends and shared some common interests with them like swimming, musicals, even a bit of design. Roman ended up trading phone numbers with him before Nick went his own way, leaving the boys waiting for their pick-up.
“What does this Jean-Luc guy look like? No pun intended?”
“You’ll meet him, don’t worry…” Roman reassured him.

Just as promised, an old silver van appeared soon enough. It looked like a delivery van, the only windows being at the front row. Chris smiled in anticipation, knowing THEY were the delivery.
“Good afternoon, boys!” The driver called to them. He was probably in his late-forties, pale, had straight grayish-blonde hair and wore sunglasses. Chris was surprised at how skinny and small he looked; he anticipated Jean-Luc to be large and domineering, and this guy looked like an aged featherweight wrestler (he was pretty athletic for a man his age).
“Jean-Luc, at your service,” he introduced himself. His attempts to hide his French accent were futile. “And this…is René.” The person sitting beside him leaned forward and made himself visible. He was several years younger than Jean-Luc, and was definitely taller and bulkier. He had slightly tanned skinny, curly brown hair and also wore dark sunglasses. Both men wore black t-shirts and dark jeans.
“We don’t need a full wash, but the sides are covered in mud,” Jean-Luc explained and pointed to the side door. “It’s five dollars, d’accord?”
“Yes, five bucks and we can give it a full treatment and make it smell like new,” replied Chris, trying not to sound too enthusiastic.
Jean-Luc smiled. “O.K., if you insist. I’ll tip you for that.” He faked a bow with his hand and rolled the window up.
Chris mouthed to Roman: “That him?”
Chris simply nodded. “What are you waiting for? Let’s get to work!”

The stains were quite hard and took several minutes to remove. Chris and Roman took turns glancing upwards, as they were getting the impression Jean-Luc and René were checking them out, yet every time they looked, the two men pretended to be reading a newspaper. Once, Roman caught René staring at his backside while he was kneeling down scrubbing.
“Working hard, sweetheart?” He winked. Roman felt himself unwantedly overcome by arousal and rubbed his bulge, which only served to fuel René’s and Jean-Luc’s perverted imagination, he thought. But was he any less of a pervert, really? It takes at least two to tango. Or in this case, four.
“Alright guys, looking just like new!” Said Chris, “five dollars, please.” Jean-Luc handed him a crisp $10 bill and told him to keep it. “It’s for the cause,” he winked. “Now go tell your boss you’re getting a ride with us.”
Chris froze. “What…that would look suspicious, wouldn’t it?”
“Ouais, suspicious mon cul!” spat Jean-Luc. “How old are you again?”
“I will be turning twenty-one in a few…”
“Pff, you’re old enough to make your own decisions! Come on, go! I don’t want to waste time.” Jean-Luc seemed surprisingly agitated. Chris briefly considered running back home, away from those two creeps, but something stopped him. Curiosity; those guys were bondage experts, supposedly. And he couldn’t wait to be tied up, gagged, maybe even suspended from a ceiling, or whatever other shenanigan they had in mind.

Chris found Fred sipping a coffee and told him about his ride. Fred was surprisingly nonchalant. In fact, he didn’t care. All he asked was if Chris brought any clothes with him.
“Not really, just this,” Chris stared down at his speedo-clad body. Fred snorted.
“Don’t you ever get uncomfortable wearing speedos all day?” Fred asked.
“Why?”
“Well, they’re kinda tight, that’s all. Yours are especially tight, damn.” Fred examined Chris’s pelvic area and then stopped himself from checking him out further. “You know, I’d wear board shorts if I could. But I can’t, they have a dress code.”
“I wouldn’t,” beamed Chris. “See ya Monday, Fred!”

When he returned, Roman was already lying sideways in the van, René standing over him, tying his wrists behind his speedo-clad butt.
“Do you have to make it so tight?!” He snapped. “It’s only going to get tighter if you keep moving!” René yelled back at him. “Now hold still. You!” He pointed straight at Chris. “Want to come have some fun with your friend? He looks really sexy tied up, don’t you think?”
Chris nodded and slowly approached the van. He was told to lie sideways like his friend, and had his hands tied behind his back identically. The knots did feel extremely tight. Getting these off would be a real struggle. The van door closed, hiding them from view.

More rope was tied in a similar fashion around each of their ankles and then cinched tightly so standing up would be impossible.
Jean-Luc stared at the boys thoughtfully. “Hmm, good work so far,” he mumbled, “but we need something else. In addition. What do you reckon?” René whispered something in his ear.
“Why, that’s a BRILLIANT idea!” Jean-Luc smiled demonically. Chris was getting worried.
“What?!”
“Let me ask you a question, boys,” Jean-Luc began, “are you dating or what?”
Roman panted, “nnnnot exactly. We’re just roommates, why?”
Jean-Luc chuckled. “Just roommates? Ha! I’m not buying it. René, help me tie those two together.” The kidnappers grabbed both boys (Jean-Luc struggled a bit picking up Roman, but René had no trouble maneuvering Chris like a misbehaved child) until they were touching at the waist. Then, long ropes were tied around their torsos, holding them together. Additional rope was tied around both their legs, securing them tightly. Roman kept struggling, rubbing himself against Chris in the process.
“Roman,” said Chris through gnashed teeth, “please stop that. You’re rubbing my…ahem…you know,”
“Oh, he knows! Haha!” Jean-Luc looked ecstatic. Even René was smiling. “This is probably the hottest kidnapping scene ever made! Ever!!” He kneeled beside Chris, admiring his toned physique, taking particular pleasure in the firm, bubbly shape of his speedo-clad butt. Although the boys were bound very close together, Jean-Luc caught a glimpse of an erection on both, especially Roman. Jean-Luc was now a happy man.

“There’s only one thing missing. Boys, this is to your benefit, I don’t want any verbal fights during the ride so I’m just going to silence you.” He ripped a thick strip of silver duct tape.
“Nooooo! Please don’t gag me!” Chris shouted at him. “I promise I’ll behave.”
“Oh come on! Where’s the fun in that?” He pulled the duct tape on top of Chris’s mouth and gagged him. René did the same to Roman. “There! Much better! You look ever cuter like that. And now, I’ll take those…” Jean-Luc pulled the sunglasses off their faces, untied their patrol caps and grabbed their cell phones away. “You won’t need those any time soon. Ha! René, go get their cleaning materials, we can’t leave any evidence behind! Hahahaha.” Jean-Luc’s evil kidnapper persona was truly beginning to set into place. René sprinted outside, came back with two buckets, and closed the front passenger door. Jean-Luc took the driver’s seat.
“Alright, and we’re off! Muahahahaha! How are you feeling, boys?”
“mmpppffff!” Roman and Chris groaned in unison.
René snickered. “That’s what I like to hear!”

TO BE CONTINUED
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby bondagefreak » Sun Jan 19, 2014 9:52 pm

“Ouais, suspicious mon cul!” spat Jean-Luc.


Hahaha :lol: J'adore, c'est excellent !
Continue s’il te plaît !
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Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby NemesisPrime » Mon Jan 20, 2014 1:32 am

bondagefreak wrote:
“Ouais, suspicious mon cul!” spat Jean-Luc.


Hahaha :lol: J'adore, c'est excellent !
Continue s’il te plaît !

Translation? Note to self: Learn French.

Anyway, another excellent chapter! Chris and Roman are in for some fun times! I wish I was in their shoes or rather speedos :)
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby Canuck33 » Mon Jan 20, 2014 5:14 am

What can I say, speedos are perfect for swimming, bondage and kinky sex. :mrgreen:
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby hujikelmop » Mon Jan 20, 2014 7:20 am

Only just saw this story today and wow this is brilliant! Can't wait to read more :D

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby bondagefreak » Mon Jan 20, 2014 7:52 am

NemesisPrime wrote:
bondagefreak wrote:
“Ouais, suspicious mon cul!” spat Jean-Luc.


Translation? Note to self: Learn French.


You can try that...or you can use Google Translate :quirk:
Jean-Luc said "Yes, suspicious my ass!"

And you shouldn't have trouble grasping the content of my reply..."adore", "excellent" and "continue" are three french words that you use in english.

Hahaha :lol: J'adore, c'est excellent !
Continue s’il te plaît !


Hahaha :lol: I'm loving this, it's excellent!
Please continue!
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Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby tiednw » Mon Jan 27, 2014 4:21 pm

Great start!

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby Canuck33 » Thu Jan 30, 2014 6:31 am

Thank you all for reading my story. Sorry I haven't kept up with it, I was awfully busy. I will continue this story at my earliest convenience.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby Canuck33 » Mon Feb 03, 2014 6:31 am

PART 4

As the car pulled out of the gas station, it occurred to the boys that they were being kidnapped, and they were totally helpless. The ropes holding them together were bound far too tightly; there wasn’t enough wiggle room to manage an escape. And even if they did, Jean-Luc stole their cellphones. He was now sitting in the front row, and there was a thick lattice wall separating the front row from the rest of the van. They were both tightly gagged so they couldn’t really scream, only moan incoherently. That didn’t stop Chris from squirming around and making nose, though.
Roman found himself getting aroused from Chris’s movement, and gave him a look begging him to stop. They were tied together at the waist, so any tiny movement resulted in frotting of their genital area. Their faces were inches away from one another. If they weren’t gagged, they would be a having a hard time not kissing each other.
Chris was getting angry with how aroused they were becoming, but he couldn’t do anything. They were both hard in their tight speedos, their naked torsos getting sweaty and their nipples perking up. Chris started rubbing his butt trying to untie his hands, but got nowhere except turning Roman and himself even more.

After about fifteen minutes, the van stopped. Chris assumed they were in a residential zone, but he couldn’t be completely sure because the back end of the van had no windows. Roman has already long since given up on escaping by this point. Both side doors opened at once; René and Jean-Luc smiled gleefully.
“Was that the best ride of your life? Ha!” Jean-Luc laughed. Chris had to truly consider his question – it was a pretty damn enjoyable ride!
René began to untie the long rope binding Chris and Roman together, but then stopped thoughtfully. He snarled in their ears: “If you boys try anything funny, you’ll never get to play with us again. Got it?” Since they were still gagged, they had to nod.
“Good,” he mumbled and resumed untying them. All the ropes were untied except for the ones around their wrists. The duct tape was pulled off their mouths.
“Beh! Thanks guys! My mouth was getting a little dry!” Roman chirped brightly. “Ooh, is that your property?” He looked at the small, but neatly manicured house. “It’s cute. By the way, I’m really thirsty. Do you have any Gatorade? I can’t go…”
“Please…be…quiet,” sighed René, “or we’ll have to gag you again.” Roman shut up.
“Good. To answer your questions, yes we’re renting this house, but we don’t own it. You guys will get a drink and a snack, don’t worry. But it won’t be Gatorade, we don’t have any. Je suis désolé.” Jean-Luc nodded in mock apology and removed two metal handcuffs from his jeans pocket. He wrapped one pair around Chris’s legs, the other around Roman’s legs.
The handcuffs felt really tight against their ankles, but at least they weren’t cutting off circulation. They did make walking up the driving considerably more difficult. Jean-Luc giggled as Chris and Roman hobbled, bound and wearing nothing but canvas shoes and speedos, to their front door.

René ran in front of them and unlocked the door.
“Wait, how do you like this so far?” He asked.
“Like what, your house?” replied Chris.
“Non, idiote! I’m talking about this…kidnapping we arranged. Well, fake kidnapping…” he shot a guilty smile.
“Oh,” Chris smiled back. “I really liked it. You guys can tie really well. So are you guys planning to keep us here?”
“Uh…” René scratched his head, “why, are you getting scared? You wanna go home?”
“Nahhh…” Chris kept walking forward. Truth was, he was very excited and he didn’t want this scene to end. His conscience, however, kept telling him to run away now. Jean-Luc still had their cellphones, and they were in a part of Sydney that they didn’t know well. They could ask for directions, but even if they managed to outrun their captors with the handcuffs around their ankles, which was highly unlikely, being tied and scantily-clad as they were was certain to draw attention in this family-friendly neighbourhood. Roman sighed deeply and decided to play along. Roman was already familiar with these guys, and he trusted his judgment.

Inside, Chris and Roman were led to the kitchen and dining area. It was an open-concept house, so the entire first floor, with the exception of the side bathroom, was interconnected. There were wooden stairs leading to the bedroom area, and no basement.
“Please, sit,” René motioned towards the yellow plastic chairs. Roman and Chris stared at each other, awaiting a trick, but realized that was merely a sincere request so they obeyed. Their hands remains tied behind their back, but not uncomfortably so, while their feet remained firmly cuffed together.
“What now?” asked Chris.
“Now it’s time for supper! Why, you must be hungry!” René said mockingly. He opened the microwave; out came a large tray of what looked like chicken pot pie and steamed vegetables. René brought out two plates and divided the food evenly between the two boys. “Bon appetite!”
“How are we supposed to eat? Smart ass…” Chris snarled. The food did look pretty appetizing.
“Oh riiiiight, please excuse our manners,” laughed Jean-Luc. He situated his chair as close to Chris as physics would allow. “Looks like I’m gonna have to spoon-feed you, mon chéri.”
“Noo!” Yelled Roman, outraged. He would not be spoon-fed by these two weirdos.”
“Well boy, you have two options, either you let us feed you, or you go without dinner,” said Jean-Luc with a gleeful smile. “Because we’re definitely not going to untie you!”
Chris exchanged a glance with Roman and sighed. “Alright, go ahead and feed us.” Jean-Luc giggled happily. It was disturbing to see this middle-aged Frenchman giggle like an adolescent valley girl. To make things worse, Jean-Luc and René brought two adult-sized bibs and made Chris and Roman wear them. “Seriously, is that necessary?” asked Chris, but still allowed Jean-Luc to put it on him.
But hey, it could be worse. The two captors were actually very patient spoon-feeders, and the pot pie was actually tasty.

“So boys how did you like my nutritious creation?” asked Jean-Luc.
“It was good!” beamed Roman. “Can I have some more?”
Jean-Luc clipped his tongue, “uh, je suis désolé, my adorable captive. We don’t have any more leftovers. But that’s ok, we’ll have desert later, but first, a movie. What do you say?”
Chris and Roman looked at each other. They definitely were not expecting that. “Okay!” They said together.
“You guys are so adorable. D’accord, René, you take the tall one, I’ll take Chris with me.” Jean-Luc stared at Chris happily. This guy was beyond creepy, thought Chris. He started wondering if he’s this amourous with all of his captives, or whether he took a particular liking to him.
“I can walk by myself, you know,” hissed Roman. Chris couldn’t tell if he was serious or not.
“You mean hobble slowly, tripping every few feet? Maybe,” said René, “thank you for bringing that up, actually. You boys are not tied tightly enough. Do we have more rope?”
“Of course!” answered Jean-Luc and brought two long coils of rope from the nearby bedroom. The captors wrapped the rope around Chris’s and Roman’s legs, cinching them tightly until they could not move them independently.
“Does that hurt?” Asked Jean-Luc; Chris shrugged his shoulders. He was feeling himself getting excited, though. Considering that he was only wearing his tight green speedo, Jean-Luc could probably tell.
“Good!” He patted Chris’s bare shoulder. “We’re going to gag you next. You too, Roman.”
Before the boys were able to protest, René shut them up and walked them over to the living room, where they all sat on the huge, black leather sofa.
“You like it? It’s Swiss,” said Jean-Luc proudly. Chris and Roman nodded as they sat.
“Alright, what should we watch, René? Anything you’re interested in?”
“Yeah, how about The Dreamers? Hmm?”
Chris and Roman looked at each other and shrugged. “Alright, The Dreamers it is! René, get me some duct tape,” said Jean-Luc. René pulled a roll of duct tape from his man-purse. Damn! Do those guys carry rope and duct tape everywhere?!
“Alright guys, shut your mouths and enjoy the movie,” said René as he slapped a piece of tape over Roman’s mouth and smoothed it over. Jean-Luc did the same to Chris. It was not a very effective gag; Chris assumed that the gags were there for visual effect. Granted, Roman looked extremely cute when he was gagged. And let’s face it: He was a cool guy, but sometimes he just needed to shut his mouth.

Chris grimaced a little when Jean-Luc put his arm around his shoulder, smilingly caressing his bare, muscular body. As he slowly relaxed, Chris unwantedly felt himself getting turned on by the older man’s physical contact. It didn’t help that The Dreamers, which is about a love triangle between three young people in 1968 Paris, was basically a soft core porn flick. And damn, Louis Garrel was HOT!
Chris wanted to comment on the movie, but every time he was about to speak, Jean-Luc put a hand over his already gagged mouth. “Shhh, just sit back and relax, you sexy speedo slave, you.” He started giving Chris a gentle massage. Not being physically able to resist, Chris allowed Jean-Luc to rub his naked back, his soft moans intermingling with the sounds from the movie.

TO BE CONTINUED...
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby NemesisPrime » Mon Feb 03, 2014 9:42 am

Awwww! Such a cute scene!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby mikeybound » Mon Feb 03, 2014 11:33 am

Nice. Not exactly skilled kidnapping procedure, but cute.

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby tiednw » Mon Feb 03, 2014 1:05 pm

Lovely new chapter!

Re: Naughty Car Wash (MM/mm)

Postby tony2 » Fri Mar 07, 2014 3:13 am

I think I'd pay $5 for a car wash like that!
If you believe in yourself enough -
nobody else will figure out you're faking it.


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