Re: My best friends captive for the Summer (m/m )

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Aug 10, 2010 6:55 am

MY BEST FRIEND’S CAPTIVE FOR THE SUMMER (M/M)

Part 1

Hello. My name is Steve. On the summer of my eighteenth birthday, I spent six weeks with my best friend Tom.

I was 6’ 2” and - at the time - I was fairly slender at 170 pounds; no athlete but I was in excellent health and reasonably fit. I was a bit of a nerdish bookworm and looked it – glasses and all. My friend Tom was the same age but smaller than I – 5’ 7” and 140 pounds. Unlike me, he was as athletic as they come, and he had a leanly muscular, well-toned and tanned body that frankly I was quite envious of. He also had the kind of face most girls (and some boys) easily fall in love with. He had an olive complexion, black curly hair, blue-gray eyes, sensuous lips (which I couldn’t fail to notice even though I was a straight guy) and a relaxed, friendly personality.

We often went on cross-country trips together when school was out, and had been since we were 12 and could travel only by bicycle (and had to be home by dark). Once we were 16 and old enough to drive, we began taking overnighters, then weekend trips, and then be gone for a week or more at a time when school was out. Now, in the summer after we finished high school and before I began college (and he joined the military), we were going to go on one Almighty road trip to travel through all 48 of the continental states (plus portions of Canada and Alaska if we had the time).

I had no idea at the time that he planned a different journey of discovery for me as well.

Tom had an RV that used to belong to his uncle, whom Tom had lived with part of the time for years and who’d been confined during those years in a wheelchair. It had one of those motorized ramps similar to those required on commuter buses these days where an occupied wheelchair can be safely loaded onto or off the van. Tom used to chauffeur hi uncle around in it and helped to take care of him as well. The van was still practically brand new when Tom’s uncle was the beneficiary of some radial new surgery that fully restored the use of his legs. Tom’s uncle was so ecstatic that gave the van to Tom to get one that wouldn’t remind him of his crippled days. The RV was a big, luxurious one that the two of us could easily live in for the several weeks of our road trip.

I got packed for the trip and gave my mom a goodbye kiss as Tom came in the van to pick me up for the start of our trip. We began our six weeks of travel in northern Maine and the first leg of our trip involved traveling west through New Hampshire and Vermont and then all the way down the coast to Florida. And from the time we left, I chattered on and on about this and that in my usual manner; hardly letting Tom get a word in edgewise the entire time until we took a rest stop a few hours into our trip. That is when I noticed that Tom had his uncle’s wheelchair folded up and tucked all the way out back in the van.

“Why’d you bring that thing along?” I asked Tom. “It just takes up valuable space.”

“You never know when a wheelchair might come in handy,” he told me. “For one thing, it’s an easily carried place to sit down and rest in.”

So saying, he took out a folding lawn chair and the wheelchair and set them down side by side. He sat in the folding chair and invited me to sit inside the wheelchair. Feeling a bit foolish, I did so.

“Have you ever wondered what it’d feel like to be confined to a wheelchair like my uncle was?” Tom suddenly asked me.

“Uhhh… no, not really,” I replied. “I guess it’d be kind of rough.”

“I want to try something,” he told me. “Close your eyes for a minute.”

I did so, and heard him move over the van, grab what sounded like a loaded paper bag, and come up behind me as I sat in the wheelchair with my arms relaxing on the armrests. Suddenly, before I knew it, I felt him grasp my right wrist, click one end of a set of handcuffs onto it, and click the other end to some bar below the armrest so that I could hardly move my hand or arm at all.

“Hey!” I yelled, opening my eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Relax, Steve,” he said to be with a relaxed smile. “It’s *me*! Remember? You know I wouldn’t hurt you. I just want to try out an experiment.

So I sat there without protest as he took another pair of handcuffs and locked my other wrist to the other arm-rest. I looked around nervously; glad that no one else was parked at the rest stop and that we were largely out of view of passing traffic.

Tom then reached into the paper bag I’d heard him get and pull out a roll of duct tape. The then knelt down beside me and proceeded to duct tape my ankles together (I was wearing shorts, which made this easier) and then tape them to the leg rest behind. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, he took some rope and tied my upper arms and shoulders and my torso to the back of the wheelchair.

“Okay, try to get out of the wheelchair,” he asked me.

It took only a little effort on my part to realize that this was impossible. “But this isn’t fair,” I protested. “Your uncle wasn’t a quadriplegic. He could still move his arms!”

“Well, *some* people can’t!” Tom pointed out to me. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it’d be like for someone to be totally helpless and dependent on another person for *everything* like my uncle was?”

“Not really,” I replied honestly. “Can you let me go now?”

Instead of letting me go, Tom pulled a ball gag out of that bag and fitted it on me despite all my protests and futile struggles.

“I love my uncle and I’m glad his paralysis was cured,” Tom told me calmly as I sat there in helpless silence and stared at him. “But it felt good to help someone who needed me and depended on me, and I want to feel that again one more time before I join the service. And so while you and I travel together for the next six weeks; I’m going to do everything for you from now on. So relax and enjoy the trip.”

Tom activated the wheelchair ramp and wheeled me onto it, totally ignoring my muffled cries and feeble struggles. The motorized ramp lifted me and the chair to the level of the RV’s interior, where Tom wheeled me inside and secured the chair to restraining straps behind the driver’s seat that were specifically designed for the purpose.

“Now I can enjoy the dive without hearing your inane chatter,” he told me with a cheeky smile and a gentle, affectionate slap on my face as he folded up the wheelchair cramp, closed the rear of the RV, and got back into the driver’s seat. Within moments, we were resuming our trip; and this time Tom did all the talking.


TBC
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Re: My best friends captive for 1 month+( m/m )

Postby Jason Toddman » Fri Sep 10, 2010 2:22 pm

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Re: My best friends captive for the Summer (m/m )

Postby Chase Ricks » Fri Sep 10, 2010 3:13 pm

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Re: My best friends captive for the Summer (m/m )

Postby Jack Roper » Fri Sep 10, 2010 4:19 pm

Great story so far. A different take on submission and only six weeks to go!

Re: My best friends captive for the Summer (m/m )

Postby Jason Toddman » Fri Sep 10, 2010 4:45 pm

Part 2.

At first I thought that Tom would carry this joke only so far; maybe for just a few miles until the next rest stop and then he’d pull over and let me go. But he didn’t. He just kept driving for hour after hour chatting with me occasionally at first but usually just driving in silence – checking on me with a wide grin on his face through the rearview mirror but otherwise paying no attention to me.

I thought people in cars driving in the other lane would notice a bound and gagged person riding behind Tom and report it to the police. I was in this situation for at least two hours before I remembered that the RV windows were polarized and that seeing in from outside was all but impossible. No one could possibly see me, and therefor there was no hope of getting out of this situation until Tom himself relented and freed me.

It took a long while before it finally sunk in that he had no intention of doing that.

After a while though, while having a drink of soda, Tom realized that I must be getting thirsty myself. Looking up at me through the mirror, he asked me if I needed a drink, and when I nodded my head he pulled over at the next vacant rest stop (we were somewhere near the Maine/New Hampshire border by then) to give me one. He sternly warned me to make no attempt to talk or I’d get no drink for the rest of the day. When I nodded agreement he removed the ball-gag from my mouth and held a can of soda with a straw in it to my mouth so I could relieve my thirst.

I considered pleading with him as soon as I finished my drink but one look at his smiling face assured me I would only be making my situation worse if I said a word in defiance of his orders. So I sat there without protest as he placed the ball-gag back on me, got back into the driver’s seat, and resumed driving.

We cruised leisurely through some scenic back roads around the White Mountains all that afternoon, and stopped at a vacant off-road campsite he had somehow learned about over the Internet. We spent the evening and the night there.

Tom held the keys to the cuffs binding me to the wheelchair, and I thought at first that he was going to let me go. He had other ideas in mind though as he un-cuffed my right wrist, moved it over to the other wrist (which was still cuffed to the wheelchair) and locked it to my left wrist – leaving my wrists cuffed together in front of me. Tom then un-cuffed the handcuff that was circling the wheelchair and cuffed it around my right wrist - leaving me double-cuffed. Once he finished that, he produced a length of chain, padlocked it around my waist, and padlocked the handcuffs to this so that I could not move my wrists away from my body.

“I’m going to free your legs for a moment,” he told me as he knelt down with a set of leg hobbles in one hand. “Your body’s still tied securely to the wheelchair, so don’t do anything silly or I’ll have to punish you for it.”

I couldn’t believe he was saying this to me; rather than as my friend, he was talking like a sheriff’s deputy escorting a convicted felon to the state prison! He was looking up at me as he said this, and he was no longer smiling; and I realized that he was dead serious! If I kicked out at him or did anything else to piss him off, he was liable to do anything.

I nodded quietly and he cut the duct tape off my legs and then locked the hobbles on my ankles in a few sure, quick movements. Then he placed a dog’s collar around my neck and attached a leash to it before untying the ropes that held my body firmly to the wheelchair. “Let’s go stretch out legs a bit,” he invited me as he tugged on the leash.

It was still only five o’clock in the afternoon at this point, so there was plenty of daylight left as we walked together in the quiet woods. He walked me like a dog on a leash the whole time; even letting me water the bushes without privacy like a dog. Afterward, I had to go potty as well, but I got no privacy. He made me do my business right in front of him, although at least he freed one wrist so that I could use the toilet paper by myself. But I was never given enough freedom of movement so that I dared try to tackle him. That would have been a risky move even were I totally free; he may be smaller than me but he is far more athletic and is a brown belt in karate besides.

When we returned to out camp, I thought he was going to secure me back into the wheelchair. Instead he had a different idea in mind. He unlocked the padlocks that kept my wrists bound to my front and then released the chain around my waist. He stood me up with my back against a maple tree and then padlocked one end of the chain to my handcuffs. He then compelled me to hold my wrists up above me head and then flung the chain to loop it over a tree branch just over my head. Before I could think he then padlocked the other end of the chain to my handcuffs as well… leaving my wrists locked together and trapped over my head. My feet were still firmly on the ground but I could not move more than a few feet away from the tree before the branch rose too high to make further progress possible. I wasn’t totally immobile but still pretty helpless.

Tom then left me like that as he made a campfire and then prepared dinner. He sat in the lawn chair and leisurely ate his own dinner (watching me drool hungrily as he ate). Only after he finished did he remove my gag and feed me by hand and give another soda to drink to wash it down. He then told me he’d let me stay un-gagged for a while provided that I talked whatever I wanted to *except* about my being tied up. Mention that at all – let alone ask to be let go – and I’d be sorry! Otherwise, I could have a conversation with him like we’d have normally have together if I were still free.

It seems kind of bizarre, but after fifteen minutes or so we were talking freely about various things and I almost forgot I was tied up. Only the mild ache in my feet where I stood and the less minor ache of my shoulders as my arms were suspended above me reminded me of my current unexpected situation as we talked until long after it got dark.

But then Tom announced that it was time to tuck me away for the night, and things got even stranger than ever.


TBC
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Re: My best friends captive for the Summer (m/m )

Postby Jason Toddman » Fri Sep 10, 2010 10:35 pm

Part 3.

I hadn’t brought a sleeping bag for myself because I didn’t own one and Tom had told me prior to the start of our trip that he had a spare one for me to use (why spend money unnecessarily?). While I remained tied to the tree, Tom told me that we were sleeping outside that night. He went inside the RV and brought out his sleeping bag. He tossed it casually to a spot near my feet and went back to get my own bedding. Only it wasn’t a sleeping bag.

It was a sleepsack…. A combination sleeping bag and straitjacket in one. Once you’re inside one of those things, you’re stuck inside it until someone else lets you out!

Where did he get *that* thing? I wanted to ask him, but he had ball-gagged me again before bringing that thing outside, and so all I could say was “Mm-mm-mm!”

“Now then, you’re not going to give me any trouble, right?” Tom asked me as he stepped up to me. “When I let your arms free from that tree branch, you’re going to crawl right into that thing and let me zip you in nice and snug, right? Or do you prefer me to leave you just as you are right now all night?”

I was nodding my head when he mentioned crawling in and vigorously shaking it in denial when he suggested leaving me as I was. I was already getting chilly - lightly dressed as I was for a hot summer’s day. Although it was not too cool a night, it was cool enough to make that sleepsack look like a warm, safe haven compared to where I was.

So Tom stood on his tip-toes to unlock the padlock that kept my wrists chained to the tree. I let my arms fall to my sides, and was so tired I almost fell over. Any thought of trying to resist Tom’s plans to stick me into that sleepsack quickly fled my mind. Even at full vigor I couldn’t take him in a fight; not with his karate skills and greater speed, agility, and endurance. I was certainly in no shape to think about it now. Besides, despite all that he was doing to me, he was still my best friend and I knew he’d never hurt me.

Besides, I was finding that having him totally control me like this wasn’t as unpleasant as I first thought it was. I can’t say I was enjoying it yet; not after just one day of being his captive anyway. But I wasn’t as scared of what was happening to me as I had been that morning either.

Tom released me from the handcuffs and hobbles. I was allowed to step behind a tree and - under Tom’s watchful eye – water a bush. Then I kicked off my shoes and socks and crawled into the sleepsack with some assistance. Tom then got down on one knee beside me and zipped me into the thing. Then he fiddled with the numerous straps that were on the outside and tightened them all. Once he had finished I was like a caterpillar in a cocoon; I absolutely could not move any part of me below my neck. He then fluffed a nice soft pillow and eased it under my head – which was way more comfortable than the hard, grass-covered ground it was lying on before.

Then he stepped over my prone body and knelt-sat down on my chest!

I looked at him wide-eyed and fearfully; I certainly wasn’t expecting this! I tried to make inquiries through my gag, but he simply ignored what few audible sounds I managed to make. He simply smiled down at me as he took off his shirt and tossed it casually to one side. He looked up at him as he smiled down at me, and I dropped my gaze a bit to admire his lean, fit body. I tried to be subtle about it, but he knew I was looking at and gently laughed.

He moved upward on my chest until he was as far as he could without straddling my face instead of my chest, and then he closed his bare legs (he was wearing gym shorts, as I was) and began squeezing my face gently between his lean, muscular thighs.

I was surprised as hell that he was doing this… but not as surprised as I was by my own reaction. Though I tried to protest through my gag, I was starting to thoroughly enjoy this!
If it weren’t for the thickness of the sleepsack that enfolded me, I would’ve felt as though my dick would burst right out through my shorts!

Tom reached over and pulled his sleeping bag close to him. But rather than lay down inside it he lay down on top of me and pulled his sleeping bag over atop the both of us. Then he gently stroked my face with his hand until he fell asleep.

And before long, I fell asleep as well.


TBC
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