## Kenny Kidnapped by John (M/m)

Post by Canuck33 » Sun Mar 23, 2014 6:34 am

Just a little fantasy I've had in recent days and wanted to put in writing. I'm intending to leave it as a stand-alone story, and leave any possible continuation to your imaginations.
Reader discretion: Some sexual content, very intense and dangerous bondage.
The date of my kidnapping has been arranged. The only one who knew about it was my best friend, Melinda. She helped me rehearse the procedure, kept an eye and made sure everything went smoothly. First, we started with simple leather thongs tied around my body. She tied them gradually tighter each time, and eventually she replaced the thongs with bondage tape, which was more effective.
Once I learned not to panic, Melinda added a gag, then a blindfold, and sometimes both. Eventually she introduced my summer sleeping bag, a squishy bag made of a thin silk and nylon cross fabric that was somewhat breathable and felt great against my body. If my body wasn't taped, I was able to escape fairly easily so we decided to tie the bag with a silk scarf which created a tight seal when tied properly.
I was very satisfied, and that's when the gag and blindfold were readded, despite Melinda's objections. But this was part of our deal; I wanted to be AS HELPLESS AS POSSIBLE.
The nylon sack, my final layer of bondage, was simply overkill. I took two garbage bags, cut the bottom of one bag and attached the bags together with black tape to create a slick, seamless look. The resulting sack was large enough I could fit fully inside (head included!) inside once I was tied up in the other restraints.
The resulting bondage was very hot, so I lost the shirt and started practicing while in my basketball shorts only. Being tied up shirtless by Melinda made me surprisingly horny. Once gagged and blindfolded, there was nothing I could do to avoid getting a woodie and she teased me about it incessantly.
Next time we played, I only wore boxers. The next time, it was tighty whities. On our last practice, I wore a tight, shiny black speedo with a high leg cut that accentuated my bulge. I also had my legs and chest waxed. I knew John was gay and had a serious fetish for hairless guys in speedos, and seeing me like this would make him ecstatic.
[i]Several days later...[/i]
..."Alright Kenny boy, it's time," said John. I was already wearing my tight speedo. I just had to get my silver swim cap and the bondage items. There was bondage tape, leather thongs, my blue silk sleeping bag and the black nylon sack I made myself. I also added a bondage collar.
I came back with the things and found John lounging on the sofa, still fully dressed, but happily rubbing his nether region. "Pull the swim cap over your ears," he instructed. I did what he said; the cap would help keep the tape away from my hair, and besides, John thought I looked very cute in it.
"Damn, I've been waiting so long for this," he said and got up.
I remained completely speechless, but I was breathing heavily. My cock was now fully erect in my speedo, and I was rubbing it, panting. This made John smile.
"I can't believe I'm about to do this. You are so beautiful. What have I done to deserve you?" He hugged me tightly. I returned the embrace, and felt momentarily safe and protected, but I knew John had other plans for me. He kissed me in the mouth, then sucked on my neck while I held on tightly to him. He gave both my nipples a sharp squeeze, and stopped altogether when I let out an involuntary moan. His dark side was coming out, in its full evil glory.
"Don't cum, Kenny," he whispered as he grabbed the bags, tape and thongs from me. He turned on his phone camera. John wanted to record my kidnapping so he could fap to it later. He made me walk around in my speedo and stick my butt out. I complied with a smile.
"SEXY! Alright, you can stop now," he said. I stood with my arms at my side as he wrapped bondage tape all over around my ankles, shins, thighs, hands, elbows and right below the shoulders. He used several rounds, especially around the legs. The feeling of tape over my smooth body was strangely arousing. And of course, my speedo area remained exposed.
"Damn boy, you are hot!" John fingered the outline of my crack through the tight fabric. I smiled meekly as my cock grew to a full erection in my speedo. John grabbed it gently and rubbed it. After successfully eliciting a few frustrated groans, he put me inside the blue silk sack and placed the collar around my neck to secure it in place. Thongs were tied around my shins, thighs, arms and torso. Before finishing me off, John asked me: "Is there anything you'd like to say? This is your last chance." My mind just went blank. All I could think about was that I was about to be kidnapped by John. My cock was trapped, fully erect in my speedo brief, but I couldn't fap which almost made me go insane. Despite my helplessness, I was fully in control. So I said: "Nope. Let's do it."
John waited a little longer, expecting me to say something else. He gave me one last kiss and said: "You are so beautiful. Which is why I'm taking you home with me!"
Then, he shoved the odd contraption in my mouth and told me to suck through the hole. To my astonishment, I realized the oxygen gag really was filled with oxygen. Apparently there was enough for about an hour. "Don't you dare spit the gag out," he said, and I nodded.
He took the role shiny tape, then gagged and blindfolded me until my whole face was covered in tape except for my nose.John removed the collar and pulled the sack over my head. I was already blindfolded, but John explained that multiple layers would intensify HOW HELPLESS I already felt, and he was right. I felt the scarf being tugged sharply and tied at least seven times very tightly around the top. The other thongs were also fastened until all the slack was gone.
"How are you feeling in there, Kenny? A little out of breath?" He asked mockingly as he laced the collar tightly around my neck so the silky fabric of the bag stuck closer to my face. I responded with a frightened gulp and started thrashing around nervously, but the panic quickly turned into arousal as John grabbed me so I wouldn't move.
"You have to be careful with what you wish for, Kenny. Oh, and I'm not done with you yet. Muahahaha!" His evil laugh evoked sensations that I didn't know existed. Still laughing, he lifted and placed me in my custom-made nylon sack and pulled it over my already-bagged body.
"Bend over, speedo boy," he commanded. I remained motionless; I was tied up too tightly to move, so he pushed my head down until I bent far enough to let him wrap me in the second sack. He sealed the top with three rounds of tape, squeezing it shut. The resultant sack had no air and no light. If it wasn't for the oxygen gag, I would've been suffocating right now.
John watched as I dropped to the floor and tried to escape. I thrashed around hysterically, trying to tear the tape, but I was too tightly tied. It seems like I really overdid myself this time, as there was no way I would escape this time. I was going to get kidnapped.
"Alright Kenny, you're coming with me!" I felt myself being lifted off the ground, and the familiar click of the phone camera being turned off. Somehow, I managed to suppress whatever panic reactions a normal human would've experienced in my situation. I heard John blabbering about swimmers being tied up in nylon sacks to test their breath control, and how I should be kidnapped like this every single day. He also mentioned how Melinda would fantasize about me being kidnapped once he shows her the video.
I heard doors open, and felt myself laid very gently on the floor of John's van.
"Good night, speedo boy! Hahaha!" John said as he closed the doors. As I heard the engine revving, I was squirming around helplessly in my wraps, but any movement I made was futile. It was official: I've been kidnapped by John.
Here's my inspiration for Kenny's kidnapping. Only difference being, Kenny wasn't able to escape: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I7iO-JDVBCg
Last edited by Canuck33 on Mon Oct 06, 2014 6:57 am, edited 10 times in total.

### Re: Kenny Kidnapped by John (M/m)

Post by tiedup101 » Sun Apr 06, 2014 10:05 am

Great story. I hope you can continue it.
Hey! I'm John! I love bondage! Send me a PM or send me a message at John_9734@yahoo.com! Open to anybody, but more into m/m bondage!

### Re: Kenny Kidnapped by John (M/m)

Post by mikeybound » Tue Apr 08, 2014 6:25 am

Are you sure you can't continue this? You never post any stories anymore.

### Kenny Kidnapped by John

Post by Canuck33 » Fri Apr 11, 2014 12:21 pm

I felt John’s hands grab me tightly as the driver took off. Wait a minute, if John was holding me down, then who was doing the driving?
“Hey speedo boy, I got a little bit of help from my friend, Yusuf. Remember him, right?” Yusuf was a weird guy I met through John when we all went out drinking. He was considerably older than both of us (I’m only 23 and John is 28, so I’m guessing Yusuf is about 40), bisexual and blatantly into kink and domination. Like John, he was a fairly large, heavyset man and together they’d have no problem overpowering me if I proved to be difficult.
I don’t know why, but the thought of Yusuf seeing me like this really turned me on. I was thrashing in my sacks; John merely tightened his grip on me. “There, there. Where do you think you’re going, speedo boy?”
“Hmm?”
He kept asking me regular questions, to which I responded with resigned silence because I was so tightly gagged. I started heaving loudly, it was getting so hot and suffocating I thought I would pass out. John probably noticed I wasn’t holding up, so he made a slight modification.
“There, I poked you an air hole,” he snarled. I felt a tiny breeze of damp air on my nose. I was still gagged, blindfolded, collared and had to breathe through a silk sack that was getting damp from my sweat, but at least I had an air hole in the otherwise airtight confinement. “What a waste of a garbage bag,” sighed John. “Oh well, we’re almost home. And we’re going to have some fun with you. Muhahahahahahah!!!”
Several minutes later, we reach John’s house. He just rented a new property, and he never told me the address. Great, I thought. As if I had any chances of running away. Right now I was wrapped so tightly I couldn’t even flex my joints. Even with John’s air hole, I was having difficulty breathing and I was seriously hoping they would let me out soon.
Yusuf opened the door and helped John carry me out the van. I felt myself lifted by the two larger men, nylon crackling around all me. I remained perfectly still, breathing minimally. I heard Yusuf asking John questions, and John gleefully describing the kidnapping video we made, and how adorable I looked in my last moments of freedom. Yusuf agreed and mentioned how cute he thought I was at the bar, yet he never imagined I’d enjoy being kidnapped by two burly men. I heard doors open and I was gently laid on a comfortable, soft surface.
A moment of agony passed as I heard the plastic bag getting ripped and the collar removed from my neck (to my relief). The silk sack was untied and pulled away from my face, allowing Yusuf to remove the blindfold from my eyes. The tape gag remained intact, though.
“Kenny! Long time no see!” He smiled widely under his thick, curly beard. “Oh my, Kenny, you were…pretty tied up for a while! Ha!” I rolled my eyes.
“Hey, don’t roll your eyes at me! I thought it was funny!” He retorted.
“So why did John call you speedo boy? Are you wearing a speedo?”
I nodded.
“Just a speedo?”
I nodded again. I was pretty sure my bulge was showing through, because I was super horny at this point.
Yusuf massaged me through my restraints. It felt so good to be massaged in my silk cocoon. John joined in and massaged my feet as Yusuf started to remove the leather straps that kept me immobile.
“I’m not sure what I like better, the package or what’s beneath it,” said Yusuf with a wink.
“Only one way to find out,” responded John.
John and Yusuf helped me slide out of the sack once the straps were sufficiently loose. I still couldn’t move without help because my shins, legs, thighs, arms and shoulders were all taped pretty tightly.
“Damn! You did a really good job, I’m impressed!” Yusuf said to John, who merely laughed. “He likes tight bondage, I just wanted to keep him satisfied.”
“I’d say! HOLY SHIT KENNY YOU LOOK HOT!” Yusuf basically yelled as my hairless swimmer’s body was revealed, clad only in a tight black speedo. I was practically naked, and with my cock fully erect (it has been since the moment I was tied up), I was feeling extremely vulnerable.
“Mmmpp!” I responded stupidly. Yusuf helped me stand upright, and began to my massage my neck and my shoulders.
“You have such a beautiful neck, I can’t wait to collar you again,” said Yusuf quietly. I acknowledged my submission with a low, sexualized moan.
John started to tickle my belly while Yusuf continued massaging me. I tried squirming away, but Yusuf simply held me very firmly (though not aggressively. The guy had a very assertive, dominating presence that made me want to serve him badly). The tickles turned into soft caresses, delicate and sensual. He stopped inches away from my bulge, careful not to awaken the beast.
John and Yusuf continued to “play” with me for about twenty minutes. It was all very sensual and teasing. I was expecting them to start violating me, but they always stopped themselves about an inch from my genitalia, ass and nipples. At one point, John and Yusuf rubbed each of my smooth legs and remarked on how sexy they were. “I always wondered how swimmers do it. Doesn’t it hurt?” asked John. Being a rather hairy Italian, I learned how to cope with waxing by using tea tree oil and washing in Epsom salts after a full-body wax like the one I had. The results were worth it. Of course, being gagged, all I could say was “Mmm!! Mmmmfff!”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” chuckled John. “By the way, we’re a little hungry, so we’re going to eat dinner.”
I nodded.
John stared at me blankly and then added: “And…we were wondering if you wanted to join.”
I nodded in surprise. Dinner was roast chicken, potatoes and steamed collard greens. I assumed that my captors were just going to torture me by eating this delicious food while I sit, tied and gagged, and unable to eat, so I was pretty surprised when Yusuf gently removed the layers of duct tape from my mouth.
“I think I should take that off too,” he peeled the tight silicone swim cap off my head, careful not to rip any of my short hairs. The pressure on my scalp was getting pretty unbearable, so I mumbled a soft “thank you”.
“Don’t mention it, boy. Now sit so we can feed you.”
John helped me into a sitting position by pushing me down until my tape bindings gave in. He then tied my body to the back of the chair with some rope. Since my arms were already taped to my sides, there was no need to tie my hands.
“Are you actually going to feed me?” I asked. My voice came across as very docile, almost childlike.
“Yes boy. Now open that big mouth if you know what’s good for you.” I did as instructed and allowed John to put a forkful of chicken and veggies in my mouth. I chewed it carefully. The chicken was tender and very flavourful. It must have Yusuf’s ethnic spice collection. Whatever it was, the food was delicious and I just realized how hungry I was.
“Would you like more, speedo boy?” asked John.
“Oh yes,” I nodded happily.
“Yes WHAT?” His voice suddenly became very stern.
“I thought about it for a second. “Yes Sir, I’d like some more, please.” John nodded and gave me another forkful. He alternated between eating his own portion and feeding me slowly, and he was surprisingly gentle now that I learned to address him as “Sir”. After I had my share, Yusuf grabbed all the plates and left them in the sink as John untied me from the chair and helped me stand up. The tape remained in place.
Immediately, the swim cap was squeezed back on my head and fresh tape applied to my mouth. Yusuf wound about 3 rounds around my head before smoothing it with his hand.
“So sexy,” he said with a wink. I smiled under my gag.
“TV time!” said John. “Who wants to watch Rick and Morty?”
I wanted to say that I’ve never heard of the show Rick and Morty before, but articulating more than a few grunts was nearly impossible for obvious reasons. I was left with a choice: Either to watch a couple of episodes, or be blindfolded, wrapped in a sack from head to toe and suspended from the basement ceiling while John and Yusuf took turns smacking me with a riding crop. Either way, I would be left gagged.
“What would you prefer?” asked John.
“Riiiee an Morteee,” I managed to mumbled under the gag. Slightly disappointed, John helped me situate myself on his black leather couch while Yusuf made himself comfortable beside me. I shivered a bit as John wrapped his arm around my bare shoulders and cuddled with me. “You’re such a cutie pie,” said John. He kissed me on my gagged mouth. “Can we do this every weekend, speedo boy? Hahaha!”
We must have watched at least six episodes of Rick and Morty before Yusuf called for another activity. (If you never heard of it, Rick and Morty is a cartoon spinoff of “Back to the Future” with a few differences, mainly that the old professor is an alcoholic and that their adventures get very weird very quickly).
“Had enough of Rick and Morty?” asked John.
“Yeah, I wanna watch something else. How about we watch Kenny’s kidnapping?”
I just popped an erection in my speedo. I moaned softly, hoping they wouldn’t realize.
“I think Kenny is just as excited about that as you, Yusuf!” smiled John. He connected his camera to the TV, changed the channel and pressed start.
The video started with me prancing around, very nearly naked, and then turning my back to the camera and bending over in a “ready” position so my speedo clad butt was on display.
“You have such a hot ass!” John said breathily. Yusuf nodded in agreement. The video proceeded to show John, physically imposing and fully dressed, tying and wrapping me up in the various restraints until finally sealing me up nice and tight inside the black garbage bag. The video ended with me squirming, desperately trying to escape, while John grabs me over his shoulder, laughing menacingly as he turns the camera off.
I hardly realized that Yusuf was gently rubbing my balls the entire time. That’s how turned on I felt.
“Holy shit, Kenny,” Yusuf struggled to speak, his hand still caressing my bulge. “You let John tie you up like that? Weren’t you scared of running out of air?”
“Hmmmpp…”
“Oh sorry!” he removed the tape from my mouth. Thank god I shaved this morning; otherwise this would’ve been painful. “I dunno. I had to conserve my oxygen. I used to be a varsity swimmer, so I’m pretty good at that.”
Yusuf nodded. “Well, I still think you’re really brave for letting this mad guy *he pointed towards John with his head* do you up like that. I know I wouldn’t be able…too scary. I would prefer to watch other guys suffer for my pleasure! It’s even better if they’re hot! Haha!”
“Speaking of hot stuff, who’s up for a swim???” asked John. “Speedo boy, do you want to see my pool?”
“Sure!” I said. Slowly, John and Yusuf led me to the backyard. The bean-shaped pool glistened in the twilight sun, its ceramic walls brightened by beautiful white lights.
“Impressive,” I said to John. I wanted to ask him how the hell he managed to afford this place, but decided to wait.
“Mm-hmm,” he clearly approved of my comment. “I’m gonna go change and get you a pair of swim goggles. Yusuf, can you untie him?”
Immediately, Yusuf grabbed me firmly and began to unravel the tape bindings. “Wait, are you serious?” I asked.
“We wanna see your hot body in action, speedo boy,” John responded.
He came back wearing surf shorts (John had a slight, yet visible beer belly that he wasn’t too proud of) and handed me a pair of black swim goggles. “Put those on, boy,” he said. I pulled the elastic band over my swim cap and snapped the goggles over my eyes. The backyard looked much darker with the goggles, but I could still see.
“How do I look, Sir?” I asked.
“You look fucking hot,” said John, and Yusuf nodded in agreement. I felt myself getting excited again. Taking full advantage of my free hands, I stroked my speedo, eliciting nasty smiles from the men.
“Wait a minute!” yelled John. “Let me get my camera! You’re going to do some sexy poses!”
To my embarrassment, John and Yusuf made me complete a series of sexualized stretches and exercises. I was recorded the entire time. I had to do a couple of squats (with John yelling at me to stick my ass out more), leg and groin stretches, pushups, sit-ups, a bridge, some random kickboxing and about thirty jumping jacks. The last exercise was anything but sexy, yet I wasn’t surprised that both Yusuf and John were blatantly jerking themselves off.
“Kenny, let me ask you a question, is your dick hard right now?” asked John.
I looked down. “Yes a little, why?”
John smiled; “Just wondering if you’re a grower or a shower.” I blushed.
“Well, let’s not waste any time; show me some strokes, boy, on your mark!”
Without wasting a moment’s hesitation, I positioned myself at the edge of the pool (it was just over 5 feet, not the most ideal depth for diving, even though I’m pretty short).
“Get set!”
I crouched down at the ready position. I noticed Yusuf taking at least six different pictures from different angles, probably trying to figure out which angle best outlined my speedo butt curvature. Damn, how distracting, I thought.
“Go!”
I took an extra split second to come back to normal and dived in. It wasn’t the most beautiful dive, but considering neither Yusuf nor John had any swimming experience, I assumed they would be satisfied. John jumped right after me, smiling as I swam length after length, alternating between butterfly and sidestroke while Yusuf and John kept encouraging me to go faster. I swam about 30 laps full-force when John doggie-paddled his way towards me and told me to stop. He helped me out and toweled himself off. He didn’t offer me a towel, though.
“You’re a good swimmer,” he said. “And you’re very fun to watch.”
I nodded, panting to catch my breath.
“Have you ever been tied up underwater?” he asked. I responded that I haven’t, even though the thought has certainly occurred to me.
John smiled at Yusuf, who winked and ran back inside the house. “Well, there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there? Hahahaha!” Yusuf came back with a pair of handcuffs, some rope, and the same silk sack that John used to kidnap me.
“Are you ready?” They asked.
“No?” I responded. Even though it wasn’t meant to be a question, the crack in my voice certainly made it sound like one.
“We just saw you swim 34 lengths at full speed without giving out,” John announced. “We’d like to see you swim one length – JUST one while you’re handcuffed and tied up in this bag.”
My eyes alternated between the pool and the restraints as I felt my throat tightening from fear.
“Guys, I don’t really feel comfortable being tied in a bag underwater…” I had to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. However, a strong part of me still wanted to try it, despite the fear. Had my captors been any less aggressive, they probably would’ve forgotten about the idea.
Instead, John and Yusuf grabbed me from my arms and feet, taking me by surprise.
“LET ME GO!” I yelled in shock. I wasn’t really trying to fight them off, because part of me was getting really excited.
“Shut up, speedo boy,” John muttered. He gave my balls a quick tug, asserting his power over me. Still clutching me tightly, Yusuf handcuffed me while John was tying up my legs in the nylon rope. At first I thought getting out would be easy, but after about 7 rounds, I realized that my escape was not part of their plan.
“Ready?” asked Yusuf. I shook my head. John tightened his grip on my body and told me to calm down.
“You’re going in there, and that’s final. You can do it, and we believe in you. We’re going to record you just so one day you can watch this video and say to yourself: ‘holy crap, I can’t believe I swam while I was tied up in a bag!’ and probably jerk yourself off for hours. But for now, you will do as I command you! Do you understand me, speedo boy?”
Resistance was futile. I lowered my head and said quietly: “Yes, sir. Please forgive my behaviour, sir.”
“You will be punished for your behaviour accordingly, speedo boy,” John assured me, “but not now. It’s time for you to gather some courage.”
And with that being said, Yusuf turned on the camera and made me come up with a last-minute speech about how any ‘normal’ person would be utterly horrified by being tied up and thrown underwater, but not me. John checked my handcuffs and rope to make sure they were still tight and then closed the sack around my head and tied it tightly. He picked me up and then threw me in the deep end.
With both my hands and feet tied tightly, I had to glide by maniacally thrusting my pelvis and torso just to make sure I didn’t sink. At one point, I even managed to bring my head overwater but the wet sack that clung to my face severely limited my air intake. Trying hard not to panic, I kept on thrusting forward until I felt my feet touching the pool floor, allowing me to stand upright. I heard some faint cheering, so I figured I completed my task. After a few seconds, the bag was loosened and Yusuf helped me out. He and John gave me a tight hug.
“You did it!” They beamed while John worked on untying the rope around my legs. Yusuf gave me shoulders a squeeze. I was exhausted and out of breath, but otherwise feeling fine.
“Did you get that on camera?” I asked.
“Yup, all of it,” said John. “We can watch it later. But not now.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“I said I was going to punish you for your earlier behaviour, don’t you remember?” asked John, his voice taking on a hard edge. “Yusuf?”
“Yeah, I remember you saying that!” Yusuf joined in. “You were acting very squirmy, boy. Did you think we’d try to hurt you?” He asked accusingly.
“…Well, seriously hurt you?” He added with a grin.
I shook my head. John took off my goggles and swim cap and offered me a towel to dry myself.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked.
“You’ll see. Now finish drying yourself off.”
“What about my clothes?” I asked.
“We don’t have any clothes that’ll fit you. So you have two choices: Either you keep wearing that wet speedo, or you go in naked. We don’t really care either way.” Yusuf was barely able to hide his smile.
“Alright, I guess I’ll keep it on.” Obviously.
“Pussy!” said John. Without warning, they grabbed me aggressively and carried me down to the basement, where John supposedly kept enough S&M paraphernalia to make the gimp from the movie “Cruising” jealous. I knew it was going to be a long, painful night…
Last edited by Canuck33 on Mon May 19, 2014 7:00 am, edited 2 times in total.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: Kenny Kidnapped by John (M/m)

Post by mikeybound » Sun May 04, 2014 2:34 pm

Ooooh. Sounds like he's in for some rough times.