Punishing Pride

Postby Canuck33 » Sat May 12, 2012 3:24 am

Punishing Pride Part 1

(Rated PG-13; some mature themes, intense bondage to follow)

Samuel and Ian Colina were brothers, 19 and 16, who had have everything two smart teenage boys could want; rich parents, high IQ’s, skyrocket-high grades, good looks and top-level athletic ability. Samuel just graduated from high school with a 95 average but took an extra yera to complete his SATs, apply to Harvard, McGill and UofT, receive his musical ARCT diploma in his instrument, which was trumpet, and get a job as a waiter making at least a hundred dollars a night in tips. After a year of preparation, he received slightly over 2000 on his SAT and was accepted to the Bachelor of Fine Arts program at Harvard with a swimming scholarship. He didn’t bother buying a new a car, so instead he used his parents’ old Mercedes to drive Ian to swimming five times a week. Ian, who was now finishing the tenth grade, had the second highest grade average in his year, was considered gifted, and in addition was one of the top swimmers in his league. He won heats at the provincial level, and was aiming to become captain of his league. He wanted to be the school's head prefect like his brother, newspaper editor and student council president, and knowing his genes, he could probably do all these things. In short, Samuel and Ian were both brilliant boys with stellar futures ahead of them. The only flaw they had in common, other than being very devout Catholics, was their nauseating, self-aggrandizing pride and sense of superiority. And pride never helps; it only gets you tied up in situations.

The boys clearly looked like brothers, but they were not a mirror image of each other. They both had dark brown, crew cut hairstyles (very short). Samuel was about 6’, 160 pounds, with slight abdominal def and a light golden tan, with a long head, blue eyes and thick lips. Ian was 5’4’’ 130 pounds (he was only 15, so he was still growing), paler than his brother and brown eyed, with a rounder head and also thick lipped. Ian used to be chubby but lost almost fifteen pounds after hitting puberty two years earlier while maintaining the same height, and he really, REALLY enjoyed his new slim athletic built, perhaps a little too much. Both of the boys had completely smooth skin, in Ian’s case it was natural but Samuel clearly shaved his chest and legs swimming. He swam intensely almost every day, so he had an excuse. But he was still a narcissist.

The Toronto summer of 2010 was hotter than usual, so June swim practices were outdoors. Everyone was obligated to wear sunscreen. Swim caps were also strongly recommended, because the strong sun could easily damage wet hair. Still, the benefits of swimming outdoors outweighed these minor hindrances. Samuel and Colina arrived several minutes early, as usual. They were very punctual. Ian had a habit of already wearing only his Speedo and flip flops while already in the car, so he took a few minutes to relax in the locker room. Samuel had to change from his blue gym shorts, t-shirt and boxers before putting on his swim gear. He was completely naked when his friend, Stevie, tapped him on the back.

‘Hey buddy, what’s up? Oh sorry, don’t mean to startle you, naked boy,’ said Stevie.
Samuel did look startled, although he was not embarrassed. The Colina boys had nothing to be ashamed of down there. ‘Dude, can you wait until I put on my suit? Freakin’ weirdo you are, you know?’
‘Yeah man, put on your nut hugger and then go see Anton, he’s looking for you. He says you’re wanted in the janitor’s office downstairs. A group of photographers came in to take pictures of you and your brother for a swimmers’ journal, he said something about a scholarship involved,’ he shrugged. ‘You guys get a small endorsement for having your pictures taken.’
‘A photoshoot?’ Samuel’s eyes brightened. ‘We just need to take a few pictures, that’s it?’
‘And probably answer a few questions, it’s supposed to take a few minutes. He said to take a shower first, do warm-ups, and then go meet him for the photoshoot. Janitors’ room, remember.’ He smiled.
‘Right,’ said Samuel, ‘thanks for the heads up,’ Stevie nodded and left. Samuel finished packing his clothes, put on his tight and bright red Speedo bikini brief and headed to the showers. His shiny silver swim cap and black goggles also contained the Speedo logo on them. Great product placement, thought Samuel.

Ian found out about the endorsement from Anton himself. Anton found him relaxing in the locker room and told him about the swim photoshoot, stressing that there was money involved and having their name published in a Speedo-sponsored magazine. He knew Ian would never say no to that. After the quick showers, Samuel was not surprised to find his brother grinning widely.
‘You were told?’ He asked.
‘Yeah man, a photoshoot in our Speedos and a few questions, and I’m one step closer to an Ivy-league university. What could be easier?’
‘I dunno, I actually had a weird feeling about this...’ said Ian, ‘why us? Oh right, besides being rich, famous top students and athletes. I mean, we’re not the only ones?’
‘Anton is doing it too,’ stressed Ian.
‘Oh right, Anton...’ Anton Kalisnky was Samuel’s age, a little taller and slimmer, also hairless, had slightly longer (but still short) light brown hair, green eyes and a thin face. He was one of the few boys Samuel’s age who were considered more handsome than Samuel. He was meaner than Samuel, but less arrogant, and supposedly received a lot of action. Neither Samuel nor Ian had girlfriends; they were both too busy and focused on swimming and academics. Samuel hated Anton with passion. ‘Yeah, Anton’s pretty dashing, he likes to show off, I’m not surprised...’
‘Sammy, how do I look?’ Ian asked his brother. He wore his blue Speedo very tight, showing just the right amount of goods before it could be considered truly indecent. His eyes were covered with hologram swim goggles and his bright yellow swim cap pulled over his ears. The cap was pulled over the top end of his goggles to keep them very tightly in place.
‘Dude, you look fine,’ said his brother reassuringly. ‘Do you think they’ll let us keep our goggles and caps? I feel much better that way. That way they can’t really tell who we are in the pictures, especially you, since you’re only 16.’
‘I asked Anton, he told me it was ok,’ said Ian. ‘Who cares about our faces, right? As long as they can see hot young bodies,’ Ian realized how objectified he felt.
‘Well man, girls do it all the time, now you know how it feels. Hey it’s ten past seven. Should we go?’
Ian took a deep breath, smiled at his brother and said. ‘Let’s do this thing.’ They took the stairs to the lower basement, where the janitor’s office lay. The lower basement was usually abandoned and dimly lit, and since it was way underground there was no sunlight coming in. It was a perpetually creepy place most swimmers avoided, unless there was a photoshoot involved.

If you have a bad feeling about this, you should.
:twisted: To be continued :twisted:
Last edited by Canuck33 on Mon Aug 06, 2012 10:42 pm, edited 5 times in total.
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Re: Punishing Pride

Postby kidnapplz » Sun May 13, 2012 4:07 pm

What a great start. I cant wait to read more. Thank you for your effort, It is really enjoyable to read,
Please go on

Re: Punishing Pride

Postby Canuck33 » Sun May 13, 2012 9:00 pm

You seem to really like my stories :big:

Well, I've actually been working tonight on finishing a story that I started months ago but never finished, if you wanna check that out, it's "TUG Invitation - proofread and completed" under Fictional TUG stories. I'm going to continue this story either tomorrow or Tuesday. I hope you can hold off the excitement, because I promise you, it's going to get pretty serious. Again, thanks for reading. :D
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Re: Punishing Pride

Postby random » Sun May 13, 2012 11:14 pm

Do continue. I love it.
Life is too short to have regrets.
I may have a strong opinion at times but I respect yours and hope you do the same.
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Re: Punishing Pride

Postby Canuck33 » Tue May 15, 2012 10:50 pm

PART TWO
‘Here it is,’ Ian opened a door marked “0032”. The room was dark and empty inside. There were no photographers anywhere. To recap, Samuel and Ian came down wearing only their speedos, swim caps and goggles. They brought no cellphone or change of clothes with them. ‘Dude, I think Anton was pulling our leg,’ Samuel said to him quietly.
‘Maybe they’re just late,’ Ian replied encouragingly. He was still intent on having their pictures taken. He was already listing the various possible questions he would have to answer, and was completely oblivious to the shadows moving inside room 0032. Samuel turned his head for a split second and missed them. When he noticed, it was too late. Within a nanosecond, Samuel and Ian were ambushed by Anton Kalinksky, followed by four other members of their swim team: Pino Rotman, George Altman, Ric Altman and Amanda Hal. The attackers were all clad in their Speedo swimsuits, like their would be victims. Samuel and Ian were outnumbered two to five, and taken completely by surprise, so there was little they could do to avoid being tackled. Anton and George, who were the biggest, grabbed Samuel by pinning his arms to either side, while Pino and Amanda manhandled his smaller brother. Both boys were pushed inside room 0032 while kicking their ambushers and screaming for help. Meanwhile Ric surveyed the vicinity to make sure nobody was coming. Unfortunately, Ian was an exceptional loud screamer, and his ‘help!’ shouts were getting on Anton’s nerves.

‘We caught ourselves a real sissy,’ he snarled. ‘Quick, Stephen, give me the duct tape.’
Without hesitation, Ric Altman threw two roles of black bondage tape to Anton and Pino, who pinned their victim’s hands behind their backs and wrapped them tightly seven or eight times. They proceed to bind their ankles together while their partner held them down, preventing the boys from kicking them in the face. Ian was more aggressive than his brother, who essentially gave up after his hands were tied and simply let Anton and George do as they desired. Whatever prank they had in mind, they would never get away with it, he thought.
‘LET ME GO! Stupid freaks! Ric, I’m going to tell on you so bad, you’re going to be suspended for all of next year!!’ Ian screamed at Ric, but all the response he got was a mischievous smirk, which only angered him more and let him to spew a string of deprecating threats and insults.
‘Okay, I had enough of this clown!!! Gag him, Pino!’ The said captor opened another strip of tape, plastered it over Ian’s mouth, pressing it against cheeks, over his swim-cap covered head, and then back over his chin, all around his lower face, and then another full round to secure the previous layer of bondage tape. Soon, Ian’s violent shouts became muffled groans. Samuel was gagged identically, except Anton applied even more layers. Samuel wasn’t being loud, but Anton simply wanted to see his mouth tightly pressed with tape. He enjoyed punishing people like Samuel and Ian Colina, even if the reason wasn’t clear.

Ian stared into Samuel’s face as they were forced to lie face down on the floor. Even though he was gagged and wearing black goggles, Ian could somehow read an expression on his brother’s face. It was one of pain, but also one begging him to stay brave. Ian kept looking at his brother, even after Anton yells at them to keep their heads down and stop moving as the others were applying more duct tape around their limbs, pinning their arms and elbows, binding their legs at various heights.
‘What’s taking you so long?!’ Barked Anton at his helpers, ‘do it faster! And tight, make sure they can’t move a muscle!’
‘Yeah man, don’t worry, this little wuss is going through bondage hell,’ said Pino with a smile. He used his knee to keep Ian on the ground.
Anton growled. He carried two black nylon stuff sacks. Inside, there was a long cable. He opened the stuff sack, emptied it and placed it over Samuel’s head! Samuel barely moved as Anton pulled the sack over his neck, covering his face completely. Ian moaned loudly in protest as Anton took the cable and made a slipknot out of it. He slid the slipknot on top of Samuel’s neck, tied it off tightly around the stuff sack and looked at Ian, who appeared to be sobbing under his gag. If he could speak, he would’ve begged for mercy, anything to keep him alive. But he received no mercy. Everyone was grinning at him demonically as Anton prepared the other stuff sack, took a long look of mock pity at Ian, and then wrapped the sack over his head while he was still screaming for help. ‘Stop crying you wuss, the more you cry the harder I’ll make this for you,’ he said while he was knotting the cable, finding the perfect slipknot, wrapping it around poor Ian’s neck. ‘I’d try to conserve my oxygen if I wear you,’ he said as he tightened the slipknot. Both boys’ heads were effectively sealed in the suffocating stuff sacks, and their slipknots looked frighteningly similar to a hangman’s noose. The kidnappers proceeded to hogtie the brothers by tying another cable around their feet and attaching them to their hands, pulling them together tightly. Samuel remained as still as possible, trying to conserve his limited air supply, but his younger brother was still squirming a little.

‘Hey Anton, Sammy’s got a boner, and so done Ian!’ cackled Amanda. Ian now squirmed more aggressively at the thought of being sexually humiliated. It was probably a result of having his oxygen severely limited which caused this involuntary excitement. He wished he choose to wear some other than just that tight speedo which was so revealing.
‘Okay Amanda, you and Pino carry the small one and bring him to the van. George and I will carry Sam, Ric you keep watching the coast, and then you’re driving, okay?’
‘Got it,’ they all said at once. Unfortunately for Ian and Samuel, who were now bound beyond recognition, there was no other living soul in the lower basement so their kidnappers simply grabbed them, carried them to the garage exit door, where they found Ric’s old brown GMC, which was parked right by the door. The boys were handled rather aggressively, thrown at the back of the van and nearly having their toes broken when the double doors were closed. Since this was a family van, the trunk was barely large enough to contain Ian and Samuel (although they were compactly hogtied), so they were literally piled one on top of another, with Ian underneath. Although his older brother was not that much heavier, with the nylon stuff sack and slipknot tied around his head, he felt himself getting very hot and sweaty. Samuel was sweating even more; being kidnapped on a hot day didn't help anything. As the engine revved and all the swim team members got inside, Ric pulled out of the garage and Samuel became aware that they got away with kidnapping them after all. But why? He couldn’t understand. He rolled over a bit to allow his brother to grace of not being squished, but the wiggling room was minimal. The boys tried to rely on their only sense – their hearing, to understand where they were going, but with their energy directed towards breathing as efficiently as possible under the sacks, they were both quickly becoming disoriented.

About seven minutes later, which of course, seemed like much longer, the van finally stopped. Instead of unloading them, Anton opened the back doors and simply checked that the hogties were still tight. He added another knot and a few rounds of duct tape. Ian was again fighting it, so Anton decided to punish him more severely this time. It was time he learned to fear his kidnapper! Anton was wearing nothing but a tight, clingy and very smooth Lycra speedo. He slid inside the van, careful not to startle Ian, and slowly lowered his butt until he brushed against Ian’s head! He sat down, not placing his entire bodyweight on Ian’s head, just enough to make him uncomfortable, and forced him to smell the scent of his speedo.
‘Man, that’s harsh...’ Ric and Pino mumbled. Everyone was watching as Anton rubbed his groin against the stuff sack, whose contents were jerking sideways in an attempt to escape the smell.
‘Okay Anton, I think he had enough...’ said Pino. Anton glared at him, got off of his victim and then got back in the car. They have not yet arrived at their destination. The entire ride would take about an hour, during which Samuel remained alert, despite being hot and feeling strangled. Ian, unfortunately, could not stand the increasingly trapped inhalation of stale air inside the hood, and eventually he passed out...

Ian could see lights, colours, and the world around him. He was in a swimming pool, where he spent a significant amount of his time. He was sitting on the deck, simply relaxing, waiting for the practice to begin. Suddenly, complete darkness overcame him, and he could not see anything. Not only that, his breathing became shorter, more struggled, as if something was choking his neck...he opened his eyes, then he closed them, and nothing changed. In fact, he couldn’t even tell which action he did first. Then he felt the smooth nylon squishing against his face, and he realized that the darkness was a result of the black stuff sack which was tied tightly by the slipknot around his neck. His hands and feet were utterly immobile, and he could only move his legs a few inches. They were hung up in the air, so he knew he was hogtied. Underneath the stuff sack, he was still wearing his latex swim cap and goggles, which were now pressing his head tightly and making him dizzy and he wished he could take them off, if only his hands were untied. The only article of clothing on him, his speedo briefs, now felt uncomfortably tight around his erect crotch. He felt an excruciating need to pee. He was praying this hellish situation would end soon, but the driving kept going on and on, for what seemed like an eternity. The air supply in the makeshift hood kept diminishing, and eventually Ian drifted into unconsciousness.



Here's a short recap of my story so far:
-Samuel and Ian Colina are brothers, 19 and 16.
-Both boys are very smart and athletic overachievers, with short dark hair, Samuel has blue eyes, Ian's eyes are brown.
-Samuel is wearing a red speedo, silver swim cap and black goggles.
-Ian is wearing a royal blue speedo, yellow swim cap and hologram goggles.
-Both boys are kidnapped and tied up as follows:
gagged with tape
Hands and feet taped
Head covered with a black nylon stuff sack
Cable tied tightly around the neck to keep the sack in place. The knot resembles a hangman's noose
Hogtied
The boys are thrown in an old GMC van trunk, kidnapped against their will.
Ian is humiliated by having Anton sit on his head.
Samuel remains silent the whole time, but breathes very heavily.
Both Samuel and Ian have big boners the entire time.
We still don't know what's going to happen to them...

Really, I could end it here, but first I want to hear what other people have to say. That will the determine the fate of the kidnapped victims, Samuel and Ian, and whether Anton will ever be caught and possibly arrested. :?
Last edited by Canuck33 on Tue Jul 24, 2012 9:37 pm, edited 4 times in total.
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Re: Punishing Pride

Postby random » Wed May 16, 2012 12:46 am

:big:
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Re: Punishing Pride

Postby random » Wed May 16, 2012 12:47 am

Great story. As a suggestion maybe also make sam only, wear not only just his speedo but also those tight as swimming shorts and full body suit. Also touture him except make Ian forced to do all the touturing
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Re: Punishing Pride

Postby Canuck33 » Mon Jun 04, 2012 8:51 am

Hi random, my character wears a bodysuit in "Girl and Boy Kidnapping". In the next story, I'll make Samuel were tight swim shorts (I believe they're called jammers). Anyways, here's the conclusion, enjoy my story!

PART 3

Ian woke up as a result of being dropped on a hard concrete floor. He was so tightly hogtied he couldn’t even wiggle from the pain. Samuel has been awake the entire time, but was still shocked by the throw. The black nylon stuff sacks were still tied over their heads, blindfolding them. The nooses put pressure on their necks, suffocating them.
‘Hmmm!’ Ian was moaning violently underneath the tape gag. He could not this bondage torture much longer.
He felt hands around his neck. First, he was scared for his life, but then he realizing they were loosening the cable around his neck. Then they removed the stuff sack from his face. Able to see and breathe again, Ian surveyed his surroundings. Samuel was still beside him, still gagged but otherwise breathing. They were in a damp, dark basement with windows covered in black plastic. There were a few exercises machines and an ugly plastic bookcase, but otherwise the room was empty. Obviously it was part of a house, albeit a creepy, empty one. Behind him, the wall was covered with a gray sheet. They were going to make a movie!

Before either could protest, Anton arrived with a home video camera. ‘We have cleverly kidnapped your boys at their swim practice, took them prisoners and are going to punish them,’ he said. His face was covered in a black hood with holes for his eyes and mouth, disguising him. He was using a fake, low voice which sounded amateurish. He probably couldn’t afford to purchase any voice distortion tools, thought Ian. He changed into all black. The kidnapped swimmers were still wearing their Speedos, caps and goggles though. They were also tape-gagged and hogtied, and Ian had an embarrassing wet spot around his crotch. Damn it, he thought, I hope he doesn’t zoom in on that. ‘Ian and Samuel Colina have lived a life of greed and pride, and have trampled everyone in their way simply due to having two rich, successful parents, which is of course nothing but blind luck,’ he paused for breath. ‘They are here, captured and controlled, and they will only be realized following the payment of a hefty ransom. We are open to negotiations. If you do not comply,’ and then he nodded towards Amanda and George, who were sitting behind Ian and Colina, the sacks and cables ready in their hands, ‘these boys will run out of air, and eventually suffocate. Time is running out.’ He zoomed in so Ian and Samuel were clearly centered. That was the last thing they remembered before the sacks were once again jammed on their heads and the cables tied over in the same tight slipknot. Then, the camera went off, and the boys were left to struggle, alone in the darkness.

‘Mmmmm!’ now both Ian and Samuel were moaning loudly. Knowing they were being held for ransom, held captive at an unknown basement, and still remaining hogtied, gagged and hooded was getting worrisome. Anton gave Ian a quick kick, to which he responded with a very loud moan, and then left them with his cronies. Samuel had no idea how long they remained tied. About five minutes later, when both boys were already turning red, they felt the slipknots mercifully being loosened around their necks, and the stuff sacks lifted above their noses so the squishy synthetic fabric no longer stuck to their nostrils. They were not completely removed, so they were somewhat blindfolded and couldn’t tell who was doing this. Samuel could sense Amanda’s hands, but didn’t know about the others. Oh well, although they couldn’t be released from the sacks, no matter how hard they shook their heads, at least they weren’t being strangled anymore. That was an improvement.

About thirty minutes later, Amanda, Ric, Pino and George get into a fight with Anton, so they abandon him and go downstairs to release the hostages. Anton, who really hated Ian, decided to abuse the boy further and truly make him suffer, but everyone else thought his cruelty has gone too far. They also didn’t like the way he was staring at the boy’s half-naked body, there was something very sinister about his glare, so they decided to go against their mastermind’s plans and turn him in. Ian and Samuel were untied, un-gagged and before they could attack them, they told the truth about the plan. Anton Kalinsky wanted to kidnap the boys and humiliate them for being blatant overachievers. He agreed to pay his friends, and recruited Amanda and Ric, who were both underage, so if they got caught, they were not be charged as harshly. Everyone thought it was going to be just an innocent prank, and that the hostages would be released immediately and told not to worry, that this was just a very well-organized school prank. However, Anton had other plans; he wanted to keep the boys hostage for at least two days, deprive them of sleep, kick them around a bit, and he hinted about doing even more terrible things to Ian. And regarding the ransom video: It was never sent! Anton simply made it for his own entertainment purposes.
‘What the hell do you mean?!’ Asked Ian, ‘wait, did he ever plan to release us?’
‘We don’t know. Anyways, that’s why we came to release you and now we’re going to gang up against Anton. If you decide to press charges, we’re all going to plea bargain to Anton gets the heaviest penalty.’
Samuel and Ian are given a t-shirt, shorts and pair of shoes each, and are given time to change from their speedos into some clothes. They all go upstairs, to a seemingly normal kitchen, to confront Anton. Seeing how his former allies turned their back on him, Anton is defenceless.

‘George! Pino! What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Did I ever say you can let those rats go?’ Nobody says anything. Instead, the boys and Amanda grab Anton, take off his mask, strip his black clothes off of him and discover he is still wearing his tight red Speedos underneath. ‘Mmm, this is perfect, we’re going to tie you up exactly like we did those boys,’ snarls Amanda, and then adds, ‘this is the wrong moment to say this, but damn, you’re sexy!’ and she pinched his bulge through the tight Lycra swim briefs. Meanwhile, the other swimmers hogtie Anton’s body with duct tape, the same way Ian and Samuel were bound. They gag him with a roll of duct tape, and much to Anton’s shock, Ian was now holding the black nylon stuff sack right in front of his face. ‘Looks familiar?’ He asks mockingly. ‘Now you’ll find out what it feels like to have a plastic bag on your head.’ Anton looked at him pleadingly, moaning underneath the gag. Ian flashed him a sympathetic smile and then forced the stuff sack on his head, wrapped the slipknot around his neck and tightened it. ‘Anton Kalinsky, I’m now going to call 911, in a few minutes you will be arrested and everything you say could be held against you. May God have mercy on your soul. George, what’s the address?’

The four assistants agree to turn themselves in, and having co-operated with the kidnapping victims and receiving their pardon at the end, they receive a smaller punishment. Anton, unfortunately, gets a criminal record for a violent kidnapping with an added charge of sexual harassment. The truth about Anton’s sexuality (despite claiming to be straight) finally comes out. Since the age different between him and Ian is only four years so the charge cannot be expanded into anything further. Ian is somewhat traumatized, and develops a bunch of very unusual fetishes. His brother suggests treatment. Samuel is seemingly fine, and now is actively looking for a girlfriend. So our story ends with him asking Christine, captain of the girls’ swim team, out. She gladly accepts. How will this relationship turn out? Perhaps you will find out in my next story.

The End
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