The Raunchy Investor (m/m)

Postby davedapirate » Tue May 31, 2016 12:51 pm

Hello... I am back and felt like starting something new, and had this idea...

I will update "My cousin and I" soon!! enjoy, hope it doesn't disappoint.


Chapter 1: The beginning of our story the end of our friendship...


“So Barry did you manage to finish typing the proposal?”

“Yeah man, I think it’s my best work so far. I am sure we will attract some good investors.”

Three buddies and I started a little business in our home city, selling sport gear. We needed an investor who could help us launch our store and provide the capital. This was our last meeting before we sent our proposal onto the internet.

So far in my flat it was only me, Barry, I was 23 at the time, I am the brains behind the operation, with a business diploma. I have a fit body; I do triathlons so not overly muscular but a well-toned tanned body, (Average height and average hairstyle wearing average clothes).

Also Greg, 25, was there he was the computer whiz, our own IT guy. He doesn’t work out but he does go for a swim every now and then so he isn’t skinny or overweight just normal ol guy. He had dark curly hair and wore those typical ‘hipster’ glasses. He always wore those geeky shirts like Cisco from the Flash, and always had some quote from some tv show or movie ready.

Greg scanned through the proposal and edited one or two little things, before looking back at me and agreed that this was good work. My college diploma was paying off.

The intercom buzzed and I let Steven and Martin in. Steven,22, was the one who knew the sporting gear, in high school he would be your typical jock he played all sport and excelled it everything, he had a really strong muscled body, short scruffy blond hair and a killer smile. This was also the reason that he was our model in the images for our website kick-off, and some samples in the proposal, of the type of gear we would be selling, wrestling singlet, compression wear, football gear, soccer gear and general exercise wear.
Martin,23, was his buddy since high school. He too was a jock but after school decided to do some accounting studies so he would be our financial manager, he filled his suits very well with his athletic body that he had kept in check since school.

They walked into the flat and we all greeted. We cracked open a few beers and ran through the proposal to make sure we covered everything.

About two hours later Greg hit the publish button and it was out there in the world, now we only had to wait and see if someone would respond.

Four days dragged by…

I got home from the gym hit the shower and dried myself off, and headed for my PC. I opened the mailbox and there was a mail!! I hastily opened it read it but by the time I got to the end I was speechless.

It started off by saying he would invest and continued with some points we would need to agree on, and some fine print things, I was a fool, I should have read the fine print, I was educated to always read the fine print… I didn’t.

We set up a meeting with the guys secretary, signed the papers and got the money, we started our business, we launched our website and all was well.

Some months down the road, I get a call. It’s the secretary.

“Mr. Bills would like to enforce clause 8 subsection c point 4.” I wrote down where I would need to go read, “He will expect the parcel no later than tonight 8 o’clock.”

I open up my files and search the document for the specified clause. I was completely baffled by what was written in our contract.

‘when he deems fit the investor may request for the following:
a- Any of the investees to be delivered to his house bound and gagged
b- An investee must deliver the parcel and be present until the investor releases them
c- Not adhering to this specific clause will result in breakage of the contract and a penalty of $1 000 000.00’


And there at the bottom of the page were my initials. My mouth hung open and my heart rate tripled, I felt a cold sweat. What was this? I was totally fucked. We couldn’t break the contract. I called the guys to my office so we could discuss it. I didn’t know how I would break it to them.

Soon Greg and Martin were in my office but Steven was busy with a customer. I stumbled over my words explaining to them the situation and showed them the contract, my face blushing slightly. Martin was also confused and didn’t really know what to make of it.

What surprised me was the calm demeanour of Greg. “Guys, calm down. I know you don’t want to get bound and gagged I certainly don’t, none of us will do it voluntarily. We can’t lose the money. So there is only one thing left to do. We need to jump Steven get him ready for tonight and draw lots to see who gets to deliver him.”

We laid out our plan quickly and prepared for it. Steven was heading to the office and we knew we had only one shot. Martin would tackle him, Greg would tie his legs with a belt, and I would go for the arms with the tape I had in my desk.

Steve walked into the office, we jumped him and within a minute he was on the floor with his ankles immobilised and his wrists taped behind his back.

“what the fuck guys.” We tried explaining the situation to him but couldn’t explain anything over his “let me the fuck out, untie me right now. What the fuck.”

Greg was the one who was calm he pulled off one of Stevens sneakers and pulled the sock off then stuffed it in Steves mouth and held his hand out to me. I stared at it blankly.

“The tape moron, give me the tape.” I did and soon Steven was gagged and his yelling was reduced to muffled noises. After a few minutes he grew silent. We explained the entire situation to him, and proceeded to draw lots. Would you belive it Martin got the short straw. He would be delivering his buddy to some creepy guy. And it was all because of my screw up not reading the fine print.

Greg got up and left the office saying, “I need to get some things, keep an eye on him.” Martin and I sat in silence watching Steven try to escape. I couldn’t help but feel guilty.

About half an hour later he returned with a duffel bag, he dropped it on the floor. Inside was some hemp rope and a few other things I didn’t recognise.

“Martin, bring the car around the back.” Greg grabbed some hemp rope from the bag and started wrapping it around Stevens wrists and cinching it off. Steven was thrashing around trying to escape but his prison was becoming more solid. Greg looped some rope around Stevens chest above and below his pecs and biceps and cinched them. He quickly tied our friends’ ankles together with some rope before removing the belt.

I stood mesmerized by how well Greg knew what he was doing. This was clearly not his first time tying someone up.

“Help me carry him to the car.” We carried our struggling buddy to the back door and out, where Martin had parked the SUV, and opened the back. We dropped Steven in there; the struggling stopped and was replaced by a scared begging. We couldn’t bear looking at him like this so we shut the door. I ran back into the office, printed the directions and handed them to Martin. We looked as he left the car park with our friend bound and gagged.

******


What will happen to Steven? What will Martin be doing while he waits for Steven? What will Barry do with his guilt? How did Greg have ropes and how did he know exactly how to tie someone up? some questions to consider until the next chapter.
You, yes you...
How about I tie you up and gag you... Then you can smell my feet.

Re: The Raunchy Investor (m/m)

Postby xtc » Tue May 31, 2016 1:26 pm

Interesting start.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: The Raunchy Investor (m/m)

Postby Jack Roper » Tue May 31, 2016 4:59 pm

Excellent story; very creative with wonderful potential for further chapters. Great work!

Re: The Raunchy Investor (m/m)

Postby tyman » Tue May 31, 2016 7:11 pm

great start!! Can't wait to read the next chapter!

Re: The Raunchy Investor (m/m)

Postby bondagefreak » Wed Jun 01, 2016 10:09 pm

Nice! Love the forced sock gag.
Keep going!
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Re: The Raunchy Investor (m/m)

Postby davedapirate » Sun Jun 05, 2016 9:37 am

Thanks guys for all the replies. It feels awesome knowing legends like you are reading my stories... :oops:

here is the next part, from Martin's pov...

Martin’s day


I looked into the rear view mirror, as Greg and Barry disappeared as I turned onto the road heading to my destination.

Wow, this day had certainly taken an unusual turn. Here I was driving my tied up friend to someone’s house. I didn’t know the guy, I didn’t know what he was planning on doing to Steven. I didn’t know if Steven would be released soon. Come to think of it I didn’t know much at the moment. What I did know was this, there is absolutely no way we can pay one million dollars, and I am glad I wasn’t the one being delivered.

My mind drifted to Steven and how good he looked bound and gagged. I had never really thought much of bondage and such. But after this afternoon, I was sure to go do some digging on the matter. Steven looked so good with his muscular arms pinned behind his back. That position also did something to bring out the immaculate shape his torso was in, with his pecs outlined by rope and his biceps bulging in the odd position they found themselves. His eyes and how they shot arrows after his lips were sealed.

I was rocked back to reality as I felt myself getting a hard-on. What was this, I blushed even though no one was there to see me. I wasn’t shocked that I was getting a boner while thinking of my best friend; I had kind of had a crush on him since high school. I was blushing that I was getting a boner thinking of him tied up in the back.

I shifted in my seat getting more comfortable, when I heard Steven really screaming into the gag, like I mean really going at it. I was slightly worried and pulled over then clambered over the seats till I looked over the last ones down at my buddy. Wow this was hot!!

Lucky for the seat since I couldn’t hide my excitement, and Steven would’ve been sure to see, I’d have an interesting time explaining that. Steven had rolled onto his back and was also looking up at me, with the largest puppy-dog watery eyes any person could manage. My heart sank and for a second I considered backing out of this thing I was doing.

In that moment I reached down and pulled the tape off Steven face. He spat the sock out and looked at me.

“Dude, please, you can’t go through with this. You have to release me. Please. Come on, think about it.” His eyes teared up almost on the point of crying.

I looked at him and he almost had me convinced. Apparently I took too long to decide, because in the next moment his sadness turned to rage.

“How could you allow this! You must be the worst fucking friend I have. You would allow some stranger to hold me at his will. Are you fucking crazy. Let me out!!”he thrashed against his bonds and strained his muscles to try and break free, but the ropes didn’t budge. Greg had done a marvellous job. “You are dead to me you hear, dead.”

Those last words cut so deep and I think he saw the effect it had on me. He immediately shut up and looked me in the eyes, with anger I couldn’t measure. Well now he had done it. I had no more reservations to deliver him to the Investor.

I picked up the sock and pushed it back into his mouth, then held it in with my hand placed over his mouth. While I reached for the tape, which Greg had thrown into the back in the last moments. It was close to Stevens’s waist. As I grabbed it I noticed the bulge in his jeans was a size or two bigger than usual. I looked to his face and saw him blushing. I had butterflies in my stomach as to what that meant but then I recalled what he had just said to me. I realised he was desperate but still.

I placed tape around his head a few times, so he was gagged again. I then resumed the drive to my destination, mulling over the fact that he was turned on just like me. But not reconsidering what I was doing. Maybe if we get through this we can rebuild our relationship, maybe.

We drove for another forty minutes and had left the city behind. I turned off the road and stopped at a boom. The security checked me out, “I have a parcel for Mr. Rogers.” He let me in without asking any further questions. I drove through a small forest and came closer to the house, or should I say mansion. It was impressive; it seemed to be a large house restored from some previous era. I pulled up to the stairs which led to the main door.

I stepped out and walked around to the back. I completely ignored Steven’s eyes and his pleading glances. I lifted him onto my shoulder like a bag of potatoes, although judging from what was pressing into my shoulder it was probably large carrots.

I lay him down on the floor then stepped over him and rang the bell. Almost immediately a elder butler opened the door. He looked at me and then behind me.

He invited me in and pressed a button on an intercom. We stood in silence in the foyer and I looked back out the door as Steven was picked up by a large guy and carried inside and past me down the hallway.

“Uhm, “

“Young sir, you are now wondering what is to happen next. Am I correct?”

“Yeah, will my friend be ok?”

“Of course, Master Rogers only has a special taste that is all. He will not harm your friend in any way, and they should be done within the hour.”

He opened a door leading somewhere and led me inside. “You are welcome to take a look at the exhibits, this is Master Rogers’ personal bondage museum. Please feel free to wander around.”

I stood in a large hall with many paintings, and sculptures, ancient wall murals, wax models and so much more. I walked around the room, mesmerized by all the items. There was a TV screen with a button, ‘press to start’, I pressed it and an informative video played about bondage throughout history. I wandered on till something caught my eye.

A large muscled man dressed in leather. He was wearing a leather harness, leather jockstrap and leather chaps with leather boots and black sunglasses. I walked closer, wondering if he was real. When I got close enough, my attention was drawn to the button at his feet, “press to start”, remembering the video and how informative it was, I pressed the button.

The large leather man came to life and jumped off his podium, he grabbed my left wrist and twisted it till I had to turn around. I was now with my back to him. The next thing I notice is a rag covering my mouth and nose, and a funny smell.

It must be chloro… I thought but fell into darkness.
You, yes you...
How about I tie you up and gag you... Then you can smell my feet.

Re: The Raunchy Investor (m/m)

Postby fratboydanny » Mon Jun 27, 2016 10:02 pm

Oh, what a hot twist. Can't wait to see what happens when Martin awakens!

Re: The Raunchy Investor (m/m)

Postby djtsox » Wed Jun 29, 2016 9:58 pm

hey looking forward to the next chapters

Re: The Raunchy Investor (m/m)

Postby davedapirate » Fri Jul 01, 2016 12:46 pm

Hey everyone. thanks for reading. I hope this post doesn't disappoint...

from Stevens POV


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I didn’t know whether to squirm or not. I was being carried down a hallway over a muscular man’s shoulder looking back at Martin. However Martin seemed not to notice me at all.

I think I must’ve hurt him when I said the friendship is over, but obviously I didn’t mean it, I was desperate. I needed him to help me, I understand the other guys leaving me to fend for myself, but Martin? He and I had shared a special bond since high school, although I think I just broke that bond forever.

As we changed direction into another hallway, my emotions changed for the hundredth time today. I went from sad to angry. I started thrashing against my bonds, not holding back at all. Soon I felt the shoulder of the man disappear below me and for a moment I was in mid-air, then that moment ended and I hit the floor.

My wind was knocked out and I gasped for air through my nose. That didn’t stop me, with every piece of spare breath and energy I tried squirming away from the man. He started toward me; I rolled over onto my back.

I wasn’t going down without a fight. He approached me; I bent my knees bringing my bound ankles close to my butt, as he got into reach I kicked out. I knocked him square in the jaw and he stumbled back falling over his own feet.

My victory was short lived as he jumped on top of me and grabbed my throat in his large hands. My breaths got weaker; I could feel my windpipe being forced closed. I pulled in deep breaths through my nose. I struggled to get oxygen. I thrashed my body trying to get him off me, but my bound state and his burly frame made that impossible.

I started seeing stars, when all of a sudden I heard a deep voice shout, “let him go Rico!”

I felt a trickle of fresh air coming from my nose, however this wasn’t enough I could feel myself losing consciousness. I felt hands around my head, not knowing what was going on until I got a gulp of fresh air into my lungs.

By the time I knew what was going on I was lying on my back with my head in the lap of an older man. His face was attractive framed by a peppered beard and crew cut. In a way he looked slightly familiar, he was dressed in a casual suit.

I noticed the gag had been removed, must be where I got the fresh air. “Whe- where am I?” I asked, forgetting everything of that day for a moment.

“I am Mr. Roger’s, you have been delivered here by your friends to fulfil your contractual obligation.”

As he said these words the day poured into my mind like an ocean wave. I remembered heading to the office and getting sabotaged by my friends. I remembered the drive here, I remembered how being bound in the back of the car had gotten me excited. I remembered someone trying to strangle me. My body gave an involuntary twitch, but I felt the hands of Mr. Rogers holding me still.

“Hold it. Don’t worry, you’re safe. You’re safe now. No one will try to hurt you again, not as long as I’m here.” something in his voice reassured me that all was fine. “Rico has a temper but don’t fret he will get his punishment, the agreement is very specific, you are not to be harmed.”

For a moment I relaxed into Mr. Rogers’ lap. Then I realized where I was and that I was still tied up. I tried to sit up, but he held me down. In that moment I had to decide, was I going to give up or was I going to fight.

My competitive nature won.

“Let me go you freak” I yelled, as I strained against his hands. “What do you think you’re doing? This is kidnapping. You’ll go to jail for this. Let me goooo. Maaartin, help meee!” I yelled into the hallway. I gathered all my strength and pulled at my bonds, but nothing.

Mr. Rogers grabbed my shoulders and pressed me down onto the floor. He straddled my chest. I noticed his lean body beneath the suit and realised I wouldn’t win if I were to wrestle this man, needless to mention that I am tied up.

Mr. Rogers planted his strong hands on my pecs; he pinched my left nipple through the fabric between his finger and thumb. All struggling ceased, as I felt my penis stiffen for the second time since I got tied up. How could my body take any of this to be erotic, but there it was I felt it now fully erect. My cheeks got bright red.

Mr. Rogers reached behind him and I felt a hand touch my hard member. I winced and pulled in a deep breath.

“See, you have nothing to fear.”

“You really are a freak.” I whispered through clenched teeth. I guess that was the last straw. The hand slipped off my pec and surrounded my throat again. I glanced into the eyes of my tormentor; I saw an animalistic lust in them. He didn’t tighten his grasp, he just held my throat.

“Rico, gag him. Then take him to room 47. I believe he will be very comfortable there.”

I saw Rico coming to me he pressed something against my lips, but I didn’t open. Mr. Rogers moved his hand from my throat to my nose and pinched it shut. Soon I gasped for air, and felt a plastic rod slip between my teeth. One of the men grabbed my hair and pulled my head forward, I felt a buckle being tightened behind my head. This was my first encounter with a bit gag.

Mr. Rogers got off me and Rico picked me up again, he threw me over his shoulder and we headed further down the hallway, my thoughts of freedom disappearing with every step he took.

We got to a room with the number 47 on it. Rico reached out and opened the door then carried me in. it was an empty room painted entirely white. Rico placed me on the floor then produced a blade from his boot.

“NGHHH” I yelled into my gag. I can’t die like this. But he reached for my ankles and cut the rope loose. He didn’t touch the ropes around my wrist or chest though. He grabbed my t-shirt and proceeded to cut it from my body, pulling it out from under the ropes. He reached for the button on my jeans and pulled them down over my ankles.

He got up and headed for the door.

I was left in a barren room, gagged, wrists tied behind my back, arms pinned to my chest, a strict gag in my mouth, wearing nothing but tight blue briefs and sporting a huge erection.

I struggled but eventually got up and headed to the door, to my horror there was no handle on this side. I looked around and headed to the window, I couldn’t see the outside the widows had been shut with something.

I stumbled backward until I was backed into a corner, a tear slipped over my check as I slowly sat down. The horror of not knowing what was coming caused more tears to flow.
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So the story will continue in this fashion... next chapter is back with Barry and Greg.
You, yes you...
How about I tie you up and gag you... Then you can smell my feet.

Re: The Raunchy Investor (m/m)

Postby Nicktie » Sun Oct 02, 2016 7:33 am

Nice! Please continue