Kidnapped Biker

Postby JHardcastle » Tue Jul 31, 2012 1:51 pm

I knew that was him as soon as I saw him. I recognized his face from the picture at the post office, Luke Brennan, a wanted fugitive in the state of Tennessee, and there was a $50,000 reward for his capture. I spotted him easily leaving the bike shop on route 26 as I was walking in. He had on a leather jacket, blue jeans, motorcycle boots, and a backwards ball cap, but I knew his face immediately.

My name is Jason. I'm 20 years old and like to think of myself as pretty bad ass. I keep myself in good shape, hitting the gym four days a week and running another two. I love showing off my body, wearing tight jeans and t-shirts that accent my well muscled chest and biceps. I was always pretty tan from being out in the sun and I have a short high and tight Marine like haircut. I can have any girl I want in this podunk town and have had more than my share. Haven't done much since I left high school. Just working at the bike shop fixing bikes and in my spare time love riding my Harley around the mountains. I saved up for it all through high school working part time. I finally knew now, though, that I wanted to be a bounty hunter. Can't get more bad ass than that, riding around the country on my bike with a bunch of guns, kicking ass and making mad cash, so that's why I spotted Brennan easily. This is a small Appalachian town. We all know everyone here and for me he stuck out like a sore thumb.

He got on his bike and started heading north up the road and I knew this was my chance to prove myself. I decided to follow him to his hide out. I'll be careful, keeping a good distance behind and just get close enough to get the address and then I'll call Sheriff Bailey and collect my reward. It will be a piece of cake.

I jumped on my Harley and started heading in the same direction. I had on a traditional black leather biker jacket, my favorite one, with a snug, plain white t-shirt on underneath, some pretty tight faded Levis 501 jeans, and black leather boots. I stayed well behind him just catching glimpses of him up ahead as he'd round a curve on the mountainous road. About ten miles out of town he turned down an old dirt road and I followed behind. I couldn't see him anymore, but I slowed down and followed the dust settling on the road. I noticed up ahead it ended at an old cabin. I cut my bike off so he wouldn't hear me and I walked up and stood behind a large tree so as not to be spotted. It was dusk now and would be dark soon. I couldn't see an address anywhere and wasn't really sure what this road was called since I've never been down here before. I thought about calling the Sheriff now, but then I got stupid. I'm young and in shape, I figured, and I know how to fight. I got a knife in my pocket and some rope in the pack strapped to the back of my bike. Hell, I can take this guy myself. He looked built, but he wasn't huge. Law enforcement agencies all over the place will come to me to bring in their warrants if I get this collar. Unfortunately, I was about to find out what a bad idea this was.

I grabbed the pack off of my bike and slowly made my way up to the cabin. I could see a few lights on from the inside. How was I going to do this? I walked around the cabin looking for another way in other than the front door. Out back there was a small set of concrete stairs that went down to a basement door. Bingo! I walked down and of course it was locked, but that's what the knife is for. I managed to use it to jigger the lock and the door slowly creaked open. I walked in and looked around. One dim light dangling from the ceiling was on. In the corner was some strange looking machine. I walked over and realized it was some sort of printing press and there were sheets of phony hundred dollar bills. Made sense. The wanted poster said he and his partner were counterfeiters. My heart started beating with excitement. This was it! I hit the jackpot. Now I just need to get back outside and lure him out.

Unfortunately, I didn't get that opportunity. Before I knew it a gloved hand suddenly clasped over my mouth from behind me. Mmmmmph!!!! I yelled. I reach up with both arms to grab the hand gagging me, but another hand grabbed my left arm and pulled it behind my back. I still had the use of my right arm, but I couldn't budge his hand off my mouth. If this was Brennan, he was stronger than I thought and I just realized how far up "Shit's Creek" I was.

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby mikeybound » Fri Aug 03, 2012 2:40 pm

So far so good!

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Postby Jack Roper » Fri Aug 03, 2012 3:09 pm

Excellent!

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby JHardcastle » Sat Aug 04, 2012 8:37 am

Brennan pushed me down face first onto the floor. He took his gloved hand off of my mouth and tried to force my right arm behind my back too, but I kept fighting him and struggling. Then I felt him start twisting my left arm up.

"Stop resisting, kid, or I'm gonna break it," he warned.

"Okay! Okay!" I relented.

The pain was too much and I had no reason to believe he wouldn't make good on this threat. I stopped struggling and he pulled my right arm behind my back. Within seconds I heard the clasp and felt the cold metal of handcuffs around my wrists. I started struggling again, trying to get my wrists free, although I don't know why. It's not like I had any chance of breaking out of handcuffs, just instinctive, I guess.

"Let me go you mother fu....Mmmpppphh!!"

My words were stopped sharply as he shoved a balled up cloth into my mouth. I started shaking my head, but he kept his hand over my mouth so I couldn't spit it out just long enough for him to wrap a bandana around my mouth and knot it tightly behind my head. He then wrapped another bandana over the first one, double gagging me and causing my cheeks to bulge out.

"I can just tell by looking at you you're one of those guys who talks too much," he smirked.

He grabbed the back of my jacket collar and pulled me up onto my knees. He grabbed the coil of rope off the floor I had been carrying with me and dropped when he jumped me.

"Thanks," he laughed. "I think I can make good use of this."

He began wrapping the rope around my upper arms and chest and he wasn't going easy on me either. With each revolution he pulled that rope as hard as he could, making me grunt through my gag and causing my leather biker jacket to make a creaking sound. He left no slack for me to even attempt to wiggle my way out of it. It was so constricting I wasn't even able to expand my chest enough to take in a full breath anymore.

"I don't know who you are, kid, or what you're stupid ass is doing here, but you made a big mistake," he said as he knotted off the last end of the rope.

He was finished and my chest and biceps were now bound tight and my hands securely cuffed behind my back. There was no way I could fight my way out of this one now.

He then walked in front me, grabbed the front collar of my biker jacket with both hands and pulled me onto my feet. He looked into my eyes menacingly and said, "You're mine now!"

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby boundboy » Tue Aug 07, 2012 8:19 am

great story so far
This boy is ready to be bound with rope and gags

-boundboy

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby mikeybound » Tue Aug 07, 2012 10:18 am

Can't wait for more!

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby JHardcastle » Sat Aug 11, 2012 7:51 am

He walked behind me and grabbed the back of my jacket collar with one hand and the handcuffs chain with his other hand and said, "Move."

He started marching me forward towards the basement door, but I realized nothing good could come of this. No, I probably couldn't escape in my current position, but I wasn't going peacefully. I started digging my boot heels into the floor, resisting walking forward. You could hear the leather of my biker jacket creaking as I fought against him.

"This will all go a lot easier kid if you just cooperate," he warned, trying to push me forward.

Cooperate? You handcuffed me, gagged me, and roped me so tight I can hardly breathe. I'm not going down without a fight. I continued to struggle against him and he finally had enough.

"Fine!" he said annoyed, "we'll do it the hard way."

He kicked the back of my knees with his foot causing me to fall backwards towards the floor. He caught me halfway down and slowly lowered me the rest of the way so I didn't crack my head on the concrete. He walked over to the corner of the basement while I futilely struggled to get free. I heard a loud sound like plastic crinkling and I saw him dragging over what looked like a large tarp of some sort. He laid it out on the floor next to me then rolled me over onto the middle of it on my stomach. He had more rope with him too. He grabbed my ankles, crossed them, and began tying them together. I cursed angrily at him through my gagged mouth as he began roping me again, but all that came out were muffled grunts. He payed no attention.

Once he had my ankles securely roped, he pushed them towards my cuffed wrists. He began tying what he had left of the rope to my wrists, leaving little slack between my wrists and ankles, putting me in a strict hogtie. He then grabbed the drawstrings of the tarp and pulled on them, enveloping me inside like a sack. "Mmmmmph!!!" I yelled as it closed up around me leaving me in complete darkness. He then began dragging me across the floor as I struggled and fought inside against my bonds. He began pulling me up the concrete stairs. I grunted through my gag as I hit each step with a hard thud.

"I told you it would go easier if you just cooperated, but you wanted the hard way," he said, responding to my grunts.

He then dragged me across the bumpy ground outside the cabin. After a few minutes we stopped and I heard what sounded like the back door of a truck or van opening up. He hoisted me up into the back of the van, pushed me inside, and slammed the door behind me.

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby wataru14 » Sun Aug 12, 2012 4:44 am

Awesome!

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Postby wataru14 » Sun Aug 12, 2012 5:17 am

Awesome!!!

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Postby Rob66 » Wed Aug 29, 2012 6:16 am

Hope you post more soon

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby JHardcastle » Sun Sep 02, 2012 7:17 am

I wasn't sure how long we were driving, but it was definitely no where populated. We were on some dirt or gravel road for a while. I kept getting bounced around in the back of the van. I kept struggling against the ropes that were binding me, but they were just too tight and with the handcuffs on that made my situation just about hopeless anyway. Even worse, I was getting hot all wrapped up in that tarp and I was beginning to worry I might run out of air and be smothered. I felt it best to stop struggling and conserve my air as best as possible.

Finally we stopped. I heard him get out of the front and walk around to the back of the van. The door opened. He dragged me out and lowered me on to the ground and then started dragging me again in the sack. I heard a metal door creak as it was opened and he began pulling me down some wooden stairs. I'm guessing he was taking me down into another basement. I grunted and groaned as I smacked against each step on the way down.

"Ah quit your whining and take it like a man," he teased.

He dragged me a few feet across the floor and then stopped. The bag opened and the cool, musty air felt great as it hit my forehead, now dripping with sweat. I started grunting and struggling again.

"Still?" He asked, surprised. "I'd of thought you'd about worn yourself down by now. Oh well, no matter."

I heard him walk across the room and then a few bottles clink. He came back, kneeled down beside me, put one hand on the back of my head and pressed some sweet smelling cloth up against my gagged mouth and nose with the other.

"Nighty night, "he laughed.

"Mmmmphh!!!" I struggled with all the energy I had left and tried to shake my head back and forth, but I was too well restrained. I quickly began feeling tired and drousy and before I knew, I was out.

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby Jack Roper » Tue Sep 04, 2012 6:51 pm

Great story JD. And I believe I've seen some of your videos here and there so I can picture you all trussed up just like Jason. HOT!

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby mikeybound » Wed Sep 05, 2012 12:37 pm

Videos? What videos?! :D

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby HB54 » Fri Sep 07, 2012 2:07 am

mikeybound wrote:Videos? What videos?! :D


It is easy to try his nickname, or try some fantasy, on different videosites.
I found one on my first attempt.

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby jake22153 » Thu Sep 20, 2012 7:12 am

I like your story. Please continue it soon! Don't leave us hanging!

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby wataru14 » Thu Oct 04, 2012 4:04 am

When's the next chapter coming out? I can't wait!!!

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby JHardcastle » Sun Oct 07, 2012 6:52 am

I slowly began waking up, but I couldn't see anything as I was still blindfolded. I wasn't hogtied anymore, but now standing up. I was tied to some concrete poll. The handcuffs were off, but my wrists were roped behind the poll. The rest of me from my shoulders down to my ankles was strictly roped as well. I immediately began testing the rope but there was very little slack. Suddenly, I realized I was no longer gagged!

"Hey!" I yelled out. "Let me the fuck out of here!! Hey!!!!"

"Shut up...." It was Brennan. I heard him walking down the steps.

"You're probably thirsty by now. Brought you some water."

He held the glass up to my mouth and I gulped it down. I really needed that.

"You're welcome," he said. "Now, you'll pipe down unless you want to be gagged again, got it?"

"What are you going to do with me? You can't keep like this forever," I warned, "people will eventually come looking for me and you'll never get away with this."

"Who says I won't get away with it, huh?" Brennan snapped back, "We're so far out in the middle of BFE ain't nobody gonna be lookin for you out here, kid. Maybe I'll just keep you tied up and make you my little biker toy."

He tickled me under my chin with this finger

"Fuck you, man!" I yelled and started struggling again.

Brennan just laughed. "I'm not the one you need to be worried about anyway, kid. My partner is not exactly a ladies man, if you know what I mean. You're more his type: young, strong, leather jacket, boots, and snug Levis sporting a nice tight bulge. Oh yeah, he's gonna go gaga for you, boy."

I groaned loud as I started struggling even harder.

Brennan just laughed some more and I heard him walk back up the stairs. There had to be a way out of this. I needed to get free before his buddy John Wayne Gacy got here and thankfully I had an idea. I wasn't cuffed anymore, my wrists were roped, and this poll I was tied to was rough concrete. I started moving my bound wrists up and down the poll as best I could with the ropes being so tight. Maybe the friction and the rough concrete surface would wear away at the ropes and snap. Hell, it always works in the movies and this was the only shot I had.

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby mikeybound » Sun Oct 07, 2012 9:14 am

Thankfully, nothing ever works the way it does in the movies :). I like where this is going!

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby tiednw » Sun Oct 07, 2012 1:10 pm

Awesome story!

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Postby wataru14 » Sat Oct 27, 2012 1:36 pm

Anything new coming? This is too good a story to let atrophy.

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby Jack Roper » Sat Oct 27, 2012 1:40 pm

Kidnapper Biker DID post another chapter but it got zapped on "Boundhog Days"!

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby JHardcastle » Wed Oct 31, 2012 1:16 pm

Yeah Jack, I did have another chapter written and it appears to have been lost in the latest site crash. Annoying. I'll try to rewrite it again. Been busy.

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby JHardcastle » Wed Oct 31, 2012 6:29 pm

I was feverishly working the ropes around my wrists, moving them up and down the jagged, concrete column as fast as I could. I knew Brennan's partner could be here at any minute so time was of the essence. I slid them up and down with as much movement as my bondage would allow me and twisting my wrists around to try and weaken the rope. Suddenly, I felt part of the rope fray! It was working! I kept at it and after just a few more minutes the rope snapped and I wiggled my wrists free.

I managed to pull my arms around in front of me. I could hear the leather of my biker jacket creaking as I fought my way out of the ropes binding my arms and chest. I was then able to lean down and pull my blindfold off. It was just a musty old basement with a dirt floor. There was a workbench on one side of the room with some tools and a single, dim light hanging over head. There was more light, however, coming from the other direction. I looked over and saw a door leading outside. That was my ticket out of here. I reached down and untied my legs and I heard a door upstairs open and close and footsteps walking across the floor. It must be Brennan and I wasn't going to waste time down here in case he decided to come down and check on me.

I ran over to the door outside, but it was locked! I jiggled the handle but it wouldn't open. I was about to break the glass when I heard the basement door upstairs open and knew I wouldn't have time to get out. I was going to have to fight Brennan, but this time I was going to get the drop on him. I ducked behind an old freezer that was a few feet away from the outside door. Brennan walked down the stairs and stopped at the bottom.

"What the hell?? Shit!!" he yelled seeing the empty coils of rope at the base of the column. He hurried over to the outside door, figuring I must have escaped, and that was my vantage point. I darted out from the behind the freezer and tackled him to the ground. We both rolled around on the floor trying to overpower the other. He managed to push me over on my back and then put me in a head lock up against his chest. I started struggling for air and then to make matters worse he locked his legs around my waste and I could feel one of his boots digging into the crotch of my tight Levis, right up against my balls, squeezing them. I thought I was going to pass out, but I managed to elbow him hard in his ribs and he loosened his grip on me. I managed to get up on my feet and I kicked him hard in his side and then again.

"Hah! Who's the bitch now mother fucker!" I yelled.

I didn't see or hear the other guy coming. Next thing I knew his arms were around me tackling me to the ground, using the same stealth I did on Brennan. We were both rolling around on the dirt floor and he managed to get on top of me. This must be Brennan's partner in crime. He was a little older, more rugged looking, but a lot stronger. He punched me in the face and my head slammed back down against the floor. I lifted my head up and he punched again and then a third time. Everything was getting blurry as I was getting disoriented from the blows, but I could see him angrily staring down at me with my blood on his fist.

"You little son of a bitch!" He growled and then slammed his knee hard into my balls. I grunted out in pain and felt the wind get knocked out of me. He rolled me over onto my stomach, pulled my wrists behind my back and handcuffed me again. He grabbed the back of my jacket collar and yanked me up onto my feet, then slammed me hard into the wall. He then held me there by my neck with the side of my face plastered against the wall.

"You're gonna pay for that little stunt, boy," he gasped, catching his breath. "Yeah, you're gonna be punished real good."

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby mikeybound » Thu Nov 01, 2012 12:38 pm

Ooooh. So close! I hope his "punishment" is something guys like us would enjoy. Something real hot.

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby tiedlad » Tue Dec 18, 2012 6:57 am

I really hope this story is continued as it sounds hot as hell so far.

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby JHardcastle » Tue Dec 18, 2012 2:22 pm

I don't really remember what happened. I must have been chloroformed or something because I blacked out again. I slowly started opening my eyes, groggy. I was in another room and I started getting chills as I looked around. I was definitely in some kind of S&M bondage dungeon. There were chains and strange devices all over the room.

I was tied up again, myself, this time to some kind of board shaped like an upside down Y.I had been stripped from the waist up, exposing my muscular upper body and abs. Leather straps across my chest, arms, and abdomen were pinning me tightly to the device. My wrists were also strapped together behind my back. I was standing with my legs spread as each of my legs were also strapped to a leg of the bottom of the Y. My jaw was stretched open wide by a large, mouth filling ball gag also strapped tightly behind my head. And the worst part of all was some sort of leather strap or cock ring that was bound around the base of my cock and balls giving me a raging hard on in my skin tight Levis.

Probably even more startling was what I saw across from me on the other side of the room. It was Brennan and he was tied up too!! He was bound to a chair, his wrists tied behind his back and coils of rope circling his arms and chest. His left ankle was tied to the left leg of the chair and his right to the right, forcing him to sit with his legs wide open, leaving him vulnerable. His head was enveloped by a leather hood and even though I couldn't see it, I could tell he was gagged from the muffled grunts coming out of the hood while he struggled against the ropes. What the hell? Why was Brennan tied up??

The door opened and in walked Brennan's partner pushing some kind of cart with some electronic box on it with several wires hanging down. The end of the wires were capped with electrodes and I felt a knot in my gut as I had a feeling what was in store for me.

"Good, you're awake," he said to me, "we can start your training right away."

"Mmmmph!" I grunted as I struggled a bit against my bonds.

"No, there won't be any more lip from you," he said, "a big ball gag for a big mouth punk."

He walked up to me and put his hand on my rock hard chest and started slowly rubbing.

"Mmmmph!!!" I grunted out in disgust as he molested my upper body.

He also reached down and gave a good squeeze to my boner which was obscenely bulging through my snug 501s. I really started struggling now and Brennan's partner just laughed.

"Save your strength, kid," he said, "you're going to need it. I've had bigger boys than you strapped into that thing. You ain't going nowhere until I let you. Let's get started"

He rolled the cart up to me and I could tell now that the box was some kind of electrical charging device or battery of some sort. He placed two of the electrodes on each of my nipples and then two more on my abs. I broke into a sweat as my heart was already racing.

"We'll start small and work our way up, okay boy?" He smirked and started turning the dial up.

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby mikeybound » Tue Dec 18, 2012 5:30 pm

And now I demand more. I'm such an ass. :spank; :bondage:

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby NemesisPrime » Tue Dec 18, 2012 5:47 pm

no, just shows you have good tastes!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby JHardcastle » Sun Dec 23, 2012 8:24 am

He slowly turned the dial up and I felt every muscle in my body seize up. I grunted through my ball gag as I struggled to breath. It felt like fire was shooting through my body. I tried to struggle, but it was like I was paralyzed. I'd never felt anything like this before.

He turned the dial back down and I regained control of my body. I was breathing fast and and I could feel sweat dripping down my forehead.

"That was the low setting," Brennan's partner said, "there are ten altogether. I've experimented as high as six with one guy, but it didn't turn out too well for him. I'll have to be a bit more conservative with you because it's not everyday I get a hold of a nice piece of ass like you, but we'll still explore just how much of a tough guy you really are."

He turned the dial up, this time to the second setting. My whole body tensed up again. I couldn't move. My nipples and abs were burning and the fire like feeling through my body was even more extreme. It was even harder for me to get a breath this time as even my lungs were partially paralyzed. Brennan's partner was grabbing his crotch and clearly getting off on my struggles. He was staring at my rock hard abs and chest and my bulging biceps, forced to flex from the electric current running through my body.

He turned the dial down again and grunted loudly through my gag as my chest started heaving, taking in as much air as I could. Now the sweat was pouring down my head and chest. If this was just the second setting and I was already feeling like I was half dead, how in the hell was I going to be able to take anything higher??

"You have no idea how hot you look right now, boy," he grinned.

His hand moved down to the dial to turn it back up, but thankfully I was saved, for a moment anyway. Apparently Brennan's grunting and struggling in the chair behind him was starting to get on his nerves.

"Shut up back there!" his partner yelled.

"Mmmmph!!!" Brennan grunted back as he continued fighting the ropes binding him to the chair.

"Maybe this will get your attention then, " his partner said.

He walked up to Brennan and punched him hard right between his open legs. Brennan let out a cry of pain through his leather hood.

"Unless you want me to keep using your boys as a punching bag you'll obey me," his partner warned.

He turned back to me and said, "you're probably confused a bit by this situation, huh boy. You see, Luke here has been a bad boy too. First he let you follow him to one of our hideouts, then he foolishly almost allowed you to escape. He needs to be punished for his screw ups."

So that's why he was tied up. If this guy was torturing his own partner then how much worse was it going to get for me??

He walked back over to the shock box.

"You've held up well, kid. Most guys I hook up to this machine are bawling for their mommies after the second one, so I think maybe we can be bold and graduate you to level three. What do you say, Jason? Can you take just one more?"

Oh, please God, no!

He cranked the dial up to setting three and I howled loudly through my gag as the electricity coursed through my body. My back arched as much as it could with me being strapped to the upside down Y board. My screams only lasted a second because this time my lungs were almost completely paralyzed. I couldn't breath! I grunted as I gasped for air. My muscles felt like they were going to explode. Brennan's partner's eyes widened. He was mesmerized by my torture. For the first time in this entire ordeal, I actually felt that I was really going to die.

Re: Kidnapped Biker

Postby mikeybound » Sun Dec 23, 2012 11:34 am

This is pretty good! More of a breath control fan myself.