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As the van goes down our driveway (I'm not sure who's driving), I feel hands gently placing me sideways on the floor, then I feel another body, secured in two layers of nylon bags, which can only be Caleb, still groaning through his tight gag. 'If you boys behave, we might let you out as soon as we get home. Otherwise, you'll have to suffer a little longer,' Javier is doing the talking now. After two minutes, I start to realize just how hot it feels; I'm gagged very tightly, bound in a smooth sleeping bag, silk pillowcase on my head (which is now secured with a tight-ass leather strap just inches below my neck), and on top of everything, I'm in a garbage-bag like sack sealed with a duct tape tie. I'm wondering if the kidnappers calculated exactly how much oxygen I will have before I suffocate, and it's as if Javier reads my thoughts. 'You'll have enough air to last the entire ride, don't worry.' I'm wondering if there are any strategically placed airholes in the sack, but I can't see anything but black, and I'm so tightly gagged I can't ask anything other than "hmppfff?' On top of everything, my erection has not subsided since Cherry and Velvet came into my house. Being clad in a super-tight, shiny speedo, with ropes pulled tightly around my crotch, I felt a strong need to masturbate. Remembering my hands are tied against my sides, I groan.
Javier is caressing me the whole time, or rather feeling the material of the sack in which I'm bound. Oh god, what I wouldn't give to be allowed to cum...I feel his hand finding my ass cheeks, squeezing deeply into them through the fabric, then I hear a very low laugh and the words: 'Oh Alex, you probably regret leaving me, now that I found you and stole you, literally hehe. The things I'm going to do to you...you have no idea...' Then my head is lifted slightly and pushed between a pair of legs. I hear the sound of a zipper getting undone; I feel something long and hard pushed right against my gagged, hooded, bagged face, and immediately I realized it's Javier's cock. As if the point wasn't clear yet, he thrusts against my face, his genitalia stabbing me in the mouth. 'This is only the beginning, Alex. And your ass is still mine. Haha'. He snarls kinkily.
'Hmmm!' I'm stuck in a headlock. I groan as my fully-erect cock feels the upcoming explosion of an orgasm; but I tense myself up, holding it in, letting only a few drops of ejaculate escape while keeping the rest inside, delaying a full ejaculation. My god, this is painful! But I can't allow myself the embarrassment of having a full orgasm like this. After five minutes I feel myself carried gently off the van; I have no idea where. I'm assuming we're outside in a yard.
'Mmmm! Hmmmm!' I scream, but Javier just spanks me and grunts, 'quiet, kidnapped boy. Because of your behaviour and refusal to fully co-operate, we decided to leave you like this for a few more minutes,' he says as I feel the top of the sack secured unto something, then lifted off the ground. I am suspended! 'Hang him high!' cheers Velvet. I can't believe it! I was reminded of a picture I've seen on a bondage website, it was of a helpless man, totally bound in a burlap sack, suspended from a dungeon ceiling with a scantily-clad woman walking ominously towards him with a whip. A comment said: 'It's only real bondage when you're begging to be released'. Well, I definitely reached that point! When I thought things couldn't get any worse, I feel myself being swung, much to Cherry's and Velvet's amusement. I scream 'let me out!' but it sounds more like 'mppffff!' and after a few swings, they finally have mercy on me. The duct tape sealing the industrial nylon sack is carefully peeled off, the sack removed in one piece, and the straps holding me in the sleeping bag loosened and removed. Finally, the pillowcase is removed from my head, and I step out of the bags. I'm finally allowed to see and breathe! I survey my surroundings: I'm in a dimly lit basement; a dungeon would probably be more appropriate. There are several hooks dangling from the ceiling, the walls covered in chains, various ropes, gags, blindfolds, sleepsacks, paddles, whips, crops, and several instruments I cannot identify. ‘Welcome to our modest residence!’ announces Cherry, her voice resonating powerfully. `Modest’ is not a word I would use to describe it. I turn around and see Caleb having his rope harness untied. He is still silenced by his super-tight gag, the crotch-rope pressing into his cock and balls, but mostly I notice the huge, creamy white stain on his silver speedo. ‘Oh, look at this mess!’ starts Velvet, ‘this slave boy came without permission. We do have a punishment for that, right?’ She asks Javier.
‘Agreed,’ said Javier. The crotch harness is removed entirely and Caleb is allowed to stretch his limbs. Javier inspects me and my red speedo, which has a few tiny drops of semen but is otherwise clean. ‘At least Alex knows how to control himself,’ he says reprovingly. The electric tape is ripped from Caleb’s face (he groans loudly), the bandanas untied and the socks removed from his mouth. ‘Take off your speedo,’ orders Cherry. Caleb unties the drawstring and gladly abandons his swim briefs. I catch a brief glance at his cock before he self- consciously covers it with his hands, making the girls giggle. ‘No need to hide anything, you have a fine cock. We should have fun with it tonight, right Javier?’ He nods. ‘Okay Caleb, you’re coming with me and Velvet, we’ll administer your punishment for cumming early. Javier, you stay here with Alex and um, finish him off. Clearly, he needs it.’
‘Mmmm!’ I moan what could be translated into ‘don’t leave me here with this freak!’ but it’s too late when Cherry picks a wooden paddle and takes Caleb into a different room, with Velvet closing the door behind them. Javier inspects me, notices my cock is firmly erect in my speedo. He touches it, and makes me grimace. ‘Oh Alex, don’t resist! I know you like it. Hey, how would you feel about getting untied?’ At first I think he’s teasing me, but next thing I know, he removes the rope harness. Then he shackles my hands and feet together. The handcuffs are a little tight, but they don’t burn my skin like the ropes. Then, he finally pulls down my speedo; I face him, stark naked, still gagged, feeling more vulnerable than I ever before. He goes down on his knees; I try to resist what will happen next, but being shackled, my movements are quite limited. Then he takes my erect cock in his mouth and gives me the sexiest blowjob I could ever imagine. He teases me with his tongue, edges me, and then eventually finishes me off by sliding his hand down my cock squeezing it, gradually increasing the pressure until I feel it explode. ‘MPPPPPMMMMM!!!’ At this point, I experience my strongest orgasm EVER! I cum for about ten seconds, deep inside Javier's throat, who is now moaning, sucking on every thick drop, and by the end I feel completely drained, both physically and mentally.
‘Was that as good for you as it was for me?’ Asks Javier mischievously. ‘I think so. You should’ve seen the look on your face. Anyways, let’s get your cleaned up now, then you can join your friend.’
I am taken to the basement washroom, which is quite nicely decorated, given a quick warm shower in which Javier FINALLY un-gags me, and he politely request that I do not speak unless it’s very important. About a million thoughts are running through my head, but I don’t know which to articulate so I remain silent while he soaps me and shampoos my hair for me, since my limbs are still bound by the shackles and handcuffs. He then dries me with a towel, fans my hair (which takes at least 15 minutes, but he seems very patient, and makes comment about how thick and shiny it is), and finally wraps the towel around my midsection, preserving my dignity, as if it matters. That’s when I see Caleb, already showered, walking around naked, and his buttocks slightly red which I imagine is the result of his spanking. ‘Hey Alex, you won’t believe it, Cherry and Velvet just took turns spanking me naked with a paddle, and it was sooo hot! You know me, I’m not really a sub or anything, but they made it so kinky...’ I’m still feeling a little disoriented from the orgasm, so I just look at him bemusedly and whisper: ‘Well that’s nice.’
‘What the hell is the matter with him?!’ Caleb asks Javier, who tells him in explicit detail exactly what he did to me. Caleb’s expression turns into shock with a hint of jealousy. ‘Well, you’re sure off to a start, Alexboy.’ That’s all he can manage to stay before Velvet calls his name sharply, and he runs. ‘Gotta listen to the lady boss, I don’t want to make her mad again,’ and he leaves. ‘Guys, lunch is going to be served soon, you better get dressed, because you will not be served naked!’
Javier leads me to a side room with a sofa where my outfit awaits me: It’s a black Lycra wetsuit, with the ‘Orca’ logo across the chest. It’s short-sleeved, knee-length and very smooth. Javier unlocks my cuffs and orders me to get dressed. I never had to wear a wetsuit, so pulling it on takes several minutes, even with Javier’s help. He gives me words of encouragement and insists on how sexy I look in the wetsuit.
‘Is Caleb going to wear the same thing?’ ‘I don’t know, we’ll see,’ he answers. I look at myself in the mirror and notice how visible my bulge and buttocks are through the suit. No wonder they picked it. Oh well, at least I’m clothed, I thought as I headed upstairs with Javier. Yes, Caleb was wearing the same thing, and he looked damn hot in it! However, even though we weren’t gagged, Javier’s earlier comment made me feel we shouldn’t talk to each other, since we are kidnapping victims, after all. Lunch is fairly simple, and it consists of fried rice, seafood and a small salad. We also get a bowl of fruit jelly for dessert. I could eat more, but I’m not complaining. Then Velvet reads my mind: We don’t want you to stuff yourself, Alex. Small meals are the key to a healthy life, remember,’ she says with a wink. I’m a little confused so I just smile back like an imbecile.
Immediately after lunch is finished, we are give two pairs of sneakers with no socks, and then we are taken outside and made to do household chores. Caleb and I are told to collect leaves, cut the grass, clean the entrance, and even paint the fence. Our legs are bound which forces us to walk very slowly and prevents us from escaping. We're then told to plant a few spice plants in the soil, giving specific instructions and threatened with punishment if we somehow mess it up. Although gardening is not my forte, the tasks given are fairly simple and Velvet seems content. After about three hours of working in our wetsuits, we are allowed to go back inside. The parts covered by my wetsuit are soaked in sweat, the tight material sticking to my skin. I realize I'm still semi-hard, despite (or perhaps due to) the uncomfortable wardrobe. Cherry announces it's siesta-time, which could only mean that we're going to be tied up again.
'Boys, Cherry and me are going to nap upstairs while Javier is going to watch you, make sure you don't get hurt,' she giggled. 'Of course, we're going to tie you up, watch you for a few minutes and then we'll leave you to...contemplate your situation!' Caleb is clearly less tired than me, and seems to be very excited about the upcoming tie-up. We are taken back to the basement dungeon, where we are told to sit on a black rubber mattress, back-to-back with our arms interlocking.'
'Ooooh, sexy,' says Caleb, and gladly hooks his smooth, muscular arms with mine. Javier looks at him disappointedly. 'What? What did I say?'
'Caleb, we don't like it when slaves like you make stupid comments about non-issues. In fact, you shouldn't be talking without permission, PERIOD!' And without warning, he shoves a red ball-gag in his mouth and fasten the strap it behind his head tightly. 'Urrrrrmm!'
'That's much better! Now gag the pale one, too!' He orders Cherry. I close my mouth, in protest, and at that point Javier and Velvet hold me down while Cherry pinches my nose shut. This makes Caleb laugh. I have incredible lung capacity, but eventually I give in and open my mouth for breath, and that's when the ballgag is strapped equally tightly, taking away my ability to make speech. 'There! Now let's tie those loverboys together, after all that's what they wanted, those narcissistic bastards,' says Cherry with a gleeful smile. Duct-tape is wrapped around our wetsuits, securing us together from the shoulders down to our stomachs. That one layer is enough to immoblize us, but just to make sure, Velvet duct-tapes our torsos a second and third time, with our arms linked together. Thankfully we were given some slack, so the restraint is not quite as uncomfortable as it sounds. Then, we are looped in rope which is tied to a hook in the wall, making sure we cannot move.
Cherry pats us firmly, as if the tape might get loose, and congratulates everyone for their work. 'Even if they do get off the mattress, they won't get very far. Javier, you get first watch?'
'Absolutely, it's my pleasure,' he smiles, 'but there is something missing.'
'What is it, o Head Dungeonkeeper?' Asks Velvet. He whispers something in her ear, and she grins. 'Oh sure, how could I forget!'
She goes away to take something, and then comes back with two black cloth sacks. Caleb and I protest, and Velvet making her sardonic evil laugh before she wraps us in the sacks, pulling them over our heads and down to our elbows. She ties the sacks tightly with rope around our shoulders, so we really can't take them off, and pats our hooded heads sensually to remind us how helpless we are. Then I hear a door open, and I know she's about to leave us. 'Lights out, sweet dreams boys! Remember Javier, guard them well!'
To Be Continued...