Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby JHardcastle » Sun Jan 05, 2014 10:45 am

It had been two years now since the whole incident with Gallagher ( viewtopic.php?f=56&t=21026 ). I hadn't heard anything more about him since he disappeared that night after we all escaped. Occasionally Agent Hunter would give me an update here and there, but they had very few leads as to Gallagher's whereabouts and whom he was actually working for and none of them ever panned out.

Things were going well for me, though. I had moved up in the world a bit. The new Sheriff was so impressed with how I handled myself and helped free all of those other guys who Gallagher kidnapped that he hired me on as a deputy. I still fixed bikes too, but that was on the side now, more as a hobby and something I enjoyed, rather than something I had to do as a living. I was able to get out of my shitty apartment and move into a better place and of course, there was the women. It's true, they really do love a guy in uniform, and while I always did well with the ladies due to my well built physique and handsome looks, I almost had to beat them off with sticks now. At only 22, I definitely wasn't complaining about life.

The job in this county was pretty easy too. Now with Gallagher gone things had quieted back down to being the sleepy community we were used to. Most of my time on the force was just spent patrolling the highways for asshole drivers, a few burglaries here and there, and breaking up fights at some of the local redneck bars, usually started by either the frat boys from the university or drunken Marines from the nearby base. All and all, things were going pretty well.... until today.

I was driving down the highway just doing a regular patrol when I drove past a pretty young thing on the side of the road. Looked like her car had broken down. She had the hood up and was bending over the engine, that ass just calling to me through her tight short shorts. Now what kind of gentleman or deputy would I be if I didn't stop to help a damsel in distress. I turned around on the road and pulled up behind her car. I stepped out. Glad I wore my tightest pair of Levis 501s today. This pair was extra faded over the crotch too, which made my bulge a little more pronounced. Great eye candy. I had my Sheriff's deputy shirt on with the star pinned on it , of course. It was black and more fitted around my chest and biceps due to my regular gym sessions. The top two buttons were undone revealing the top of my skin tight white-t I had on underneath. My tight jeans were tucked into some dusty black leather boots. I began walking up to her car. As I got closer I could see her legs out in front, but still couldn't her face or the top half of her body.

"Excuse me, Ma'am? Can I give you a hand? I'm real good with engines," I said.

"Why yes, deputy," she replied, "You're exactly who I was hoping would drive by."

She stepped out from in front of the car and had a gun pointed right at me. I immediately reached for mine, but before I could pull it out of my holster I felt the barrel of another gun jab me in the back and heard a man's voice.

"Don't even think about it, kid," he said, "get your hand off that gun, NOW."

My heart was racing and I broke out into an immediate sweat. I knew that voice. I would NEVER forget that voice.

It was Luke Brennan.

"Nice to see you again, Jason. Been a long time."
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Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby JHardcastle » Sun Jan 05, 2014 10:53 am

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Jason

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby wataru14 » Sun Jan 05, 2014 6:46 pm

Excellent! I have been dying for part 3!!!!

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby mikeybound » Mon Jan 06, 2014 4:35 pm

Finally have a sequel! I always wondered why Brennan helped him escape if he was so brainwashed. I know you came up with that later, but it'll be good to see an explanation.

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby jake22153 » Wed Jan 15, 2014 8:40 am

Wow, please get the next chapter out ASAP! I love this series; it's so well written! We're all on the edge of our seats in anticipation! ;)

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby ConnerMacManus » Thu Jan 16, 2014 6:14 pm

Really impressed by the structure and pace. A very engaging, stimulating, read! The pictures add an entirely new dimension to your work as well. Brilliant.

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby JHardcastle » Tue Jan 28, 2014 10:51 pm

I slowly opened my eyes. I was really groggy. Where the hell was I? I slowly looked around. I was in some dark, dank warehouse, or maybe some old service garage? I couldn't really tell. There was only a dim lamp hanging from the ceiling above me. I remember hearing Brennan's voice after that chick lured me to the side of the road. I remember he took my gun and then my cuffs out of my belt and cuffed my hands behind my back. Then he shoved a rag over my face. Of course, I recognized the smell by now of that sweet scented liquid it was dipped in, chloroform. Naturally, I struggled for a few seconds and then the lights went out. Now I was here, but where the fuck is here??

I was tied to a metal chair. My hands still cuffed, now behind the chair back. My biceps were roped to the chair as well and more rope bound my chest and abdomen to the chair back. Rope encircled my legs just above my knees, pulling them away from each other, forcing me to sit with my legs spread wide apart. More rope secured my booted ankles, tying each one to their corresponding chair leg. And, of course, my bondage would not have been completed without the balled up bandanna shoved in my mouth and knotted tightly behind my head to gag me. Sadly, I was so use to this by now I wasn't all that alarmed, but I did start to struggle a bit once I came to my senses because, well, who wouldn't?

"He's awake," I heard a female voice say through the darkness.

It was the same voice of the chick who I pulled over to help. She stepped into the light and I could see her now. She had long black hair and was wearing a black leather biker jacket and skin tight leather pants. Wow! Grease Lightening! She walked up to me, leaned forward, and spoke to me softly.

"I'm sorry. You seem like a really nice guy, but he said this was the only way."

Wait.. what?? Okay, this I was NOT used to. Now I'm confused. Is this not a revenge kidnapping? I've been expecting Brennan to show up and start torturing me. I was about to find out because there he was, Luke Brennan, stepping out of the shadows.

"Don't get too close to him, Marie" he cautioned.

"He's tied up pretty good, Luke, I don't think he can do anything."

"Hah," he scoffed, "trust me, he's a cunning little bastard. Never underestimate this kid."

He pulled up a chair, turned it around backwards and sat down in it in front of me, his legs straddling the chair back and his elbow leaning on the top.

"I never figured you out for a cop, kid," he said, "you just seemed too much like a free spirit to me, but believe it or not, this is actually a good thing."

He looked over to Marie, "take the gag out of his mouth."

She walked behind me and loosened the bandanna knot allowing me to spit it out. I wasted no time giving Brennan an earful.

"You fucking asshat!" I yelled. "That's right! I am a cop now! You know what happens to guys who kidnap cops you moron?? You fucked up big time, Brennan!"

Brennan sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Put the gag back in his mouth," he ordered Marie.

"You're gonna pay... MMMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!!"

She stuffed it back in my mouth and reknotted it.

"Yeah, I figured you couldn't shut your mouth, but I thought I'd at least give you a chance. You'll just have to listen instead."

"MMMPPPHHHHHHH!!!!!" "MMMPPPPPHHHHHH!!!"

"Hey!" Brennan raised his voice, "you wanna hear me out or you wanna sit there bound and gagged for a few more hours, huh?"

I reluctantly stopped struggling and calmed on. I didn't have much choice.

"That's better," he continued, "this isn't what you think, kid. I didn't come here to avenge Gallagher or the Syndicate or any of that. In fact, I came here to ask for your help to stop him."

I rubbed my cheek against my shoulder, hinting that I wanted the gag back out.

"Oh, you're ready to talk civilly now?" He asked.

I nodded and in turn, he nodded to Marie. She undid the gag again.

"This is how you ask me for help? You ambush me on the highway? You knock me out, kidnap me, and tie me up in a warehouse? That's how you ask for help?"

"Yeah," he replied, "because I'm not stupid. You think I don't know the moment you had seen me you'd have probably shot me on the spot?"

"Exactly, so why would I help you?? You're a fucking criminal!"

"A criminal who saved your ass!" He retorted defensively.

"Yeah, after you kidnapped me the last time!"

"After you broke into my house, first, punk! Or have you forgotten that part!"

"Have you forgotten about how you forcibly jerked me off??" I shot back.

"Are you kidding me? You were practically begging me to, kid."

"I'd been edged by your partner for like three hours with his jack off machine! I could have relieved myself, thanks, but you left me tied up and you almost suffocated me!"

"Oh boo hoo hoo. You survived, didn't you?"

We both just stared at each other. The tension in the room was so thick you could practically taste it.

"I ain't doing shit for you!" I broke the silence. "Now get me out of these ropes, asshole. You're going to jail!"

He started laughing, "God damn, you are still one cocky little prick. Who else would sit there tied up giving orders out to their captor."

"Alright, stop it both of you!" Marie unexpectedly yelled.

Brennan and I both turned and looked at her.

She kneeled down next to me, took a photograph out of her purse, and held it up in front me.

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Bryce and Marie


"The guy standing up next to me, whose shoulder I have my hand on....."

"Who is he," I asked.

"He's my boyfriend. His name is Bryce."

"He's also my nephew," Brennan said.

"He's in a lot of trouble, you have to help him, please," Marie pleaded.

"What happened to him?"

There was a pause.

"Gallagher took him," Brennan revealed.

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby jake22153 » Tue Feb 04, 2014 9:03 am

Great story! When are you going to post the next part?

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby wataru14 » Thu Feb 13, 2014 4:44 am

Is the next part coming soon? Your stories are too good to wait!

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby Cowboy » Tue Feb 18, 2014 8:28 pm

when's the next update?

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby JHardcastle » Sun Feb 23, 2014 10:36 am

Brennan went on to explain how after he got away from Gallagher after our encounter a few years ago he reconnected with his brother, Bryce's father. He never told them about Gallagher or the business he had been involved in all of those years. The reunion was short lived, however, as Bryce's parents were tragically killed in a car crash. Bryce was just shy of his 18th birthday and since he had nowhere to go Brennan took him in, figuring everything was safe having just escaped the life with Gallagher and The Syndicate. Bryce ultimately went off and joined the Marines just before Gallagher found Brennan again a couple of years ago and forcibly coerced him back into the organization. Brennan kept it hidden from Gallagher that he had a studly Marine nephew fearing Gallagher would want him for the human trafficking auctions he was running two years ago. Unfortunately, just a few weeks ago, Bryce returned home on leave unannounced and walked in on Brennan and Gallagher discussing business, thus unknowingly exposing himself. A few days later, Bryce and Marie were out riding their motorcycles when they stopped at a gas station. Bryce went inside to use the restroom and never came back out. Gallagher revealed to Brennan the next day he had Bryce and was keeping him at his latest base of operations, a remote ranch just outside Laredo, Texas. He had big plans for him.

Brennan was no longer in Gallgher's good graces and any attempt on his part to try and free his nephew would likely result in both of them getting killed. He needed help and I was the only logical choice. It was clear Brennan had a lot of regrets and didn't want Bryce sucked into the organization and put through Gallagher's cruel reeducation and training, brainwashing him like the others. I reluctantly agreed, but made it clear to Brennan that our truce was only good until Bryce was rescued. Once we were free and clear from Gallagher, Brennan was going to prison and I was taking him there, by force, if necessary.

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Luke Brennan


We set out a few hours later after I returned home first to shower and change. I threw on another pair of tight faded 501s, tucked them back into my black boots, pulled on another snug white t-shirt, and threw on my black leather biker jacket over it. We drove all night and well into the next day from Tennessee to southern Texas. Brennan had a lot of supplies in his van from guns and various weapons to bondage restraints as well as some other contraptions I didn't know what were for and probably didn't want to. We said very little the whole trip, other than him providing details on Gallagher's compound and the kind of security present, etc. We had ironed out a roughshod plan. He told me where on the ranch Bryce was being held. He was going to go inside and provide various distractions to get the guards off their game, providing loopholes in the security to get me through unseen, allowing me to eventually find Bryce and get back out with him. Brennan had managed to steal some keys to the compound and make copies of them for me. I put them in one of the pockets of my jacket. We had also loaded my bike into the back of Brennan's van so Bryce and I could escape and rendevouz with Brennan at a motel about 20 minutes north of the city. If all went according to plan, we should be in and out in a day.

We finally reached the ranch and parked the van about a quarter mile down the road behind some thick desert brush where the van couldn't be seen. We walked to the top of a nearby hill, got down on the ground, and did some reconnaissance through some binoculars. This wasn't going to be as easy as he made it sound. Gallagher's thugs were everywhere outside this place. I didn't see how I could possibly get in even with Brennan working from the inside. Furthermore, I didn't trust Brennan one bit. For all I knew this whole thing was one big set up. No way was I going to do this myself.

"We're going to need help," I told him.

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby mikeybound » Sun Feb 23, 2014 11:06 am

Awww. Why's he so suspicious? This couldn't possibly be a trap of some sort (he said sarcastically).

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby wataru14 » Sun Feb 23, 2014 11:32 am

As always, I am super excited to read your work jhardcastle! Thanks for continuing your awesome story series!

And Brennan is super hot! Who is that model? I want to see more of him!

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby JHardcastle » Tue Feb 25, 2014 9:27 pm

wataru14 wrote:As always, I am super excited to read your work jhardcastle! Thanks for continuing your awesome story series!

And Brennan is super hot! Who is that model? I want to see more of him!


Don't know who the model actually is. Just a picture somebody posted on Tumblr and thought he was a good likeness for how I've imagined Brennan.

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby Cowboy » Tue Feb 25, 2014 9:38 pm

please continue :D

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby JHardcastle » Thu Mar 06, 2014 5:15 pm

I reached out to the two best guys I could, the ones who shared the same harrowing experiences with this group as I did. Matty and Chad were both surprised and perplexed that I would help Brennan and thought I was being incredibly foolish. They might be right after all. Nevertheless, I was already knee deep in this mess and my bros weren't going to leave me hanging. We were all better prepared to deal with this kind of situation now anyway. After the last encounter with Gallagher the three of us trained in some martial arts together and brushed up on our shooting. Matty and I were already good scrappers, plus Matty was jacked as it was, so his muscle mass always gave him an upper hand in a fight. Chad was never much one for trouble, but after he was kidnapped by Gallagher he got real into the self defense classes and learning how to shoot. He had already been cut and lean from playing baseball, but he managed to bulk up a bit more himself. This time we all knew what we were getting into. They were going to leave right away and would arrive by morning. I hung up the phone and affirmed to Brennan we had help on the way. I suggested we head back to the motel, grab something to eat, and rest up. It was going to be a big day tomorrow.

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Chad
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Matty


We pulled back into the motel and I went into my room. I had to piss so I went into the bathroom to answer nature's call. Just as I finished and was buttoning the fly of my Levis' back up there was a knock at the door. Sigh...what the fuck did Brennan want? I opened the door and was ambushed! Three guys barged in and tackled me. They were young, early twenties, around my age, muscular, short high and tight haircuts, tight jeans tucked into combat boots, looked like they could be ex-military. Obviously Gallagher's guys. They must have seen Brennan and me scouting them out.

I tried to fight them off but three against one was too many. They forced me onto the floor, pulled my arms behind my back and started roping my wrists together. I kicked and fought and struggled, but they were too powerful. Once they had my wrists securely tied behind me they began wrapping duct tape around my mouth to gag me. The sound of peeling duct tape filled the room as they wound it around and around my head, sealing my mouth shut. When finished they pulled a spandex hood down over my head. I couldn't see anything, but I could breathe through the material.

"MMMPPPHHH!!!!! MMMPPPPPHHH!!!!"

"I told you it was him, boys" the one guy said.

"You thought you could track us down and spy on us, huh bro?" another taunted, kicking me in the side.

"Get him up!" I heard, next.

One of them grabbed the collar of my biker jacket and pulled me up on to my feet.

"MMMMMPPPHH!!! MMMMPPPPHH!!"

I struggled defiantly, but they forced me to walk forward and out the door. I heard a sliding door open and I was pushed into a van onto my stomach. I heard two of them jump in with me and the door slammed shut.

"Stay down, Jason, and don't struggle or we'll kick the crap out of you!"

I found it wise to obey his orders and the van sped off.

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby Cowboy » Sat Mar 15, 2014 3:50 pm

more?

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby JHardcastle » Thu Mar 20, 2014 6:13 pm

I stayed somber on the floor of the van while it sped back to what I assumed was Gallagher's new compound. I wasn't my usual defiant self. I was outnumbered, my hands were tied behind me, and I didn't want to piss these guys off. Where the fuck was Brennan? He definitely wasn't back here struggling in ropes with me.

I recognized the feel of the dirt road heading to Gallagher's ranch as we turned down. In a few minutes we stopped. The door swung open, one of the guys wrapped their muscular arms tight around my upper body and dragged me out. Now I began struggling and grunting through the duct tape gag. Another one of the guys came over and helped secure me. Each of them grabbed one of my arms and walked me into the ranch.

"What did I say about struggling!" One yelled as he punched me in the stomach. I doubled over in pain as they continued to drag me down a hall.

"Stop dragging your feet or you'll get another one. Be a man, you fucking bitch!"

I did my best to ignore the pain to avoid another pop to the gut. That guy hit hard. Even through the protection of my leather biker jacket his fist packed a good punch. I kept working the ropes that were binding my wrists behind my back, but they were too damn tight. We went around a corner and a door opened. We walked through and stopped in the middle of the room. They pulled the hood of my head. I looked around. I was in some sort of study. It was actually a pretty lavish place, not like that shit hole sanitarium where I last encountered Gallagher and his crew. The room was lined with wood paneling and there were book and trophy cases around the walls as well as some mounted animal heads, the kind of room you'd expect to see inside some wealthy Texan's ranch. Sitting in a chair in front of me with a sinister look on his face was a young man, probably about my age, in some slim fitting blue jeans, a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up revealing his muscled arms, a belt with a large rodeo style buckle, and a trucker style hat on his head.

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Ryan, Gallagher's new right hand man


His menacing gaze morphed into more of an evil smile. He got up from the chair and walked towards me.

"Well, well, the infamous Jason Castle," he taunted. "I finally get to see the face that goes with the man. You are quite the legend around here, hell, this whole organization. In fact, I don't know how far your reputation precedes you cuz I don't know how big this organization even is. That's not for me to know; it's just my job to keep an eye on things here for Mr. Gallagher. The name is Ryan. I'm his new number one since that Brennan pussied out on him a few years ago."

He stepped closer and put his hand on my chin.

"Gotta admit, you're quite the looker, just like I've heard, and more."

"MMMPPPPPHHHHH!!!" I grunted through my gagged mouth and jerked my head back. His evil smile dissipated back into a look of malcontent and without warning and he gave me a sharp upper cut with his fist right to my balls. I groaned loudly as the pain shot through my abdomen and I dropped to the ground, almost in tears.

"YOU WILL RESPECT ME!!!" He yelled pointing his finger down at me. "Things are changing around here."

He walked over to the bar against the wall and poured himself a bourbon on the rocks. I struggled to breathe on the floor, the wind knocked out of me, my balls swollen and throbbing from the beating they just took.

"The old man is getting soft," Ryan continued softly, "the outfit wants some younger blood around to keep Mr. Gallagher on track. His boss doesn't want anymore repeats of that shit you and your buddies pulled a few years ago. That's why he appointed me as the new right hand guy and I'm not as forgiving as Mr. Gallagher."

He took a sip of the bourbon and set it back down as we heard footsteps coming down the hall.

"Get him up," Ryan ordered the men.

They pulled me up onto my feet. I could barely stand. They turned me around and in walked Brennan.

"Luke," Ryan greeted, "You delivered."

Huh?? What was he talking about?

Brennan looked at me slyly and responded, "I told you I'd get him."

That son of a bitch double crossed me! This whole thing WAS a set up! For a brief moment, I forgot about the pain in my balls and lunged forward at Brennan in pure anger. The three goons who brought me here grabbed a hold of me, yanking me back, restraining me.

Brennan laughed.

"You might be one bad ass mother, but you aren't the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, kid," he teased.

I kept struggling against the guys holding me. Every fiber of my being was consumed with fury.

"Take that punk to the stable and tie him up real good," Ryan ordered the three men. "Tell Jones to keep a special eye on him. Mr. Gallagher will be back in a couple of hours and he'll want to handle this matter personally."

"Yes, sir!" the three men affirmed.

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby Cowboy » Sat Mar 29, 2014 7:45 am

Please keep going...

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby JHardcastle » Thu Apr 10, 2014 8:29 pm

The guys kept their grip on my arms and forced me out of the room and back into the hall. I fought against the restraints and did my best to resist, but that only drew their ire. One of them grabbed me by the throat and pushed me up against the wall.

"Stop resisting!" he yelled in my face and socked me in the gut again. I fell to my knees again. They grabbed a hold of my bound arms and just started dragging me forward.

"This bastard just doesn't learn, does he," the one guy laughed.

"Walk!" the one who hit me yelled, "you drag your feet again, you get beaten again."

I used all my will to forget about the discomfort in my stomach from that last hit to get myself back up on my feet. We reached a door way that went outside behind the property. They marched me down a path to a big barn. The Texas sun was beating down on us. It was so hot out and even hotter when we got into the barn. We walked passed several stalls. Some of them had other guys in them already tied up or restrained in some way to hold them there. A few were unconscious, some were struggling against the ropes binding them and the cruelly tight gags silencing them. All of them were younger men in their late teens and twenties with athletic builds, same M.O. I've seen before with Gallagher. Some were fully clothed, a few guys shirtless in jeans, and a few unlucky dudes in just their briefs. I wondered if he planned on selling these poor guys too, just like before.

We stopped at an empty stall and they pushed me in. The one who hit me started barking orders in my face like a drill sergeant.

"You will follow my orders or you will get crap beat of you! Am I clear?"

I nodded.

"Good, now spread your legs."

I complied. One of the guys grabbed some rope out of a bag they were carrying, tied it around my left booted ankle, and then began winding the rope up my leg. The second began doing the same with my right leg. Meanwhile, the one who was always hitting and yelling at me cut my wrists free from the duct tape that was binding them behind my back, but quickly retied them with more rope. Once he resecured my wrists he started wrapping the rope around my upper arms and chest. I grunted as he pulled it tighter and tighter with each revolution. My biker jacket was creaking as the leather was squeezed by the constricting coils of rope. The other two guys had their ropes wound completely up my legs and then began working on my crotch, roping it tight. I groaned as I felt my package get squeezed into a tightly packed bulge in my 501s as the rope molded around it. One of them then ran their rope down between my legs, under my body, and then yanked it hard behind me pulling it tight right up the butt crack of my jeans. The guy working on my upper body, I gathered at this point he was the leader of these three, had also roped my elbows closer together behind me and when finished roping my biceps chest and started wrapping it around my lower arms and abdomen.

"Kneel!" he barked at me once he was finished

I slowly lowered myself onto my knees. I thought my jeans were going to rip with all that rope wrapped so tight around my legs and crotch.

"Cross your feet!"

I moved my right boot over my left and he began roping them together. Once he had my ankles tied securely he ran more rope from my boots to my wrists. I felt him pull it taut, forcing my wrists closer to my feet. He then pushed my forward onto my stomach, in a very secure hogtie. I knew right away I wasn't getting out of this on my own. These guys had definitely been trained on how to tie a guy up the right way, but regardless, I of course started struggling because what else was I going to do.

"He's gonna be sweatin his balls off in that leather jacket," the one guy laughed.

"I think his balls are more worried about being trapped in those tight fucking jeans in this heat," the second one joked.

"Let's go," the leader said, "tell Jones to keep a particular eye on him until Ryan is ready for him."

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby tiedlad » Thu Apr 10, 2014 10:26 pm

Awesome.....!

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby wataru14 » Fri Apr 11, 2014 3:41 am

You are hands down my favorite writer on this site! Keep it coming!

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby mikeybound » Fri Apr 11, 2014 5:17 am

Nice update. I do wish you added more knockout scenes, but we get some more kidnapping details so I guess that's okay.

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby JHardcastle » Sat Apr 12, 2014 6:00 am

mikeybound wrote:Nice update. I do wish you added more knockout scenes, but we get some more kidnapping details so I guess that's okay.


I plan to. :wink:

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby JHardcastle » Sun Apr 13, 2014 7:40 pm

"It should be right up here," Matty said as he slowed the truck down.

"There, that's it," Chad pointed, "the Sunset Motel."

Matty turned into the parking lot. It had just gotten dark.

"Room 119," Chad said.

He coasted slowly through the lot until they found the room and then he pulled the truck into the spot in front.

"I don't see the van, though,"Matty stated as he looked around.

They both stepped out of the truck and went up to the door.

"Jason, you in?" Matty shouted as he knocked on the door. "Jay?"

"He's still not answering his phone," Chad noted, shaking his head as he hung up the call.

Matty turned the handle and the door opened. The two stepped inside, but the room was empty.

"Don't you find it odd that the door would be open?" Chad asked.

"Yeah, something doesn't smell right." Matty replied. "I'm going to check at the front desk. Try calling him again."

Matty walked outside and down the parking lot to the lobby. The desk manager told him whoever was in the room had prepaid and hadn't noticed if anybody had come or gone. He walked back up to the room.

"Maybe they went to grab a bite or something..." he said as he stepped inside, but stopped his thought short. Chad was gone.

"Chad?"

"Chad!"

Chad couldn't answer. Ryan was smart. He thought I may have brought some reinforcements with me so he had a few of Gallagher's goons sit on the place to see if anyone else showed up. When Matty had left the room to go talk to the desk manager they stormed in and grabbed Chad. They bound his wrists behind his back with duct tape and then wound several layers of it over his mouth. Two of them were holding him the bathroom. He was struggling and fighting, but he couldn't get away from them and the tight duct tape gag effectively muffled his pleas to Matty for help through the door.

"What the hell," Matty thought, "Hey, are you in the can?"

He stepped forward and tapped on the bathroom door. He could hear faint muffles coming from Chad.

"You okay in there? I told you that burrito was a bad idea, son."

He started to turn the handle, but before he could open the door a hard, blunt object hit him the back of the head. He grunted loudly as he collapsed to the floor.

"Come on out," one of goons said, "I've neutralized Muscle Boy, here."

He was holding a baton, the kind that police officers use to beat people with. The door opened and the other guys came out with Chad who was still fighting and struggling against them.

"Open that bag and throw me that towel inside," one of the guys holding Chad said to the baton wielder.

He tossed it over.

"What's that for?" he asked.

"This."

He plastered the towel over Chad's face and then wrapped it tight behind his head, completely enveloping it. Chad started struggling even harder, feeling like he was being smothered. The towel was slightly damp and the compound it had been soaked in had a very sweet scent. He knew immediately what it was. He'd been through this before when Gallagher's guys abducted him from the men's locker room at his old university two years ago. He was being knocked out with chloroform. He fought and grunted, but those thugs held onto him tight as he slowly slipped away into a deep sleep.

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby mikeybound » Sun Apr 13, 2014 7:54 pm

Well, guess now we wait for another deus ex machina.
By the way, Brennan's character doesn't make much sense. He helps out and goes rogue first, disappears for a bit and comes back as a goon who faked his name. Oh well.

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby wataru14 » Mon Apr 14, 2014 3:41 am

mikeybound wrote:Well, guess now we wait for another deus ex machina.


That's ... pretty rude actually. JHardcastle is a better writer than that.

mikeybound wrote:By the way, Brennan's character doesn't make much sense. He helps out and goes rogue first, disappears for a bit and comes back as a goon who faked his name. Oh well.


I think there's more to what's going on with Brennan than we currently see. He's got his own game going and I think his actions make sense for a guy with a plan. The real question is how many layers does his deception have?

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby mikeybound » Mon Apr 14, 2014 8:21 pm

There's a difference between a well thought out plan and making it up as you go along. Brennan's character and motivation seems to constantly change. Gallagher actually referred to him as a traitor when he had no real reason to lie about it, and now he's back in his employ.
I'm not holding it against JHardcastle. This is still really good stuff. I just wish he would choose a characterization and stick with it.

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby wataru14 » Tue Apr 15, 2014 3:31 am

I think he has a through line to his plan, but he is making it look like he doesn't. I don't want to explain my theory further right now in case I am on to something (don't want to spoil the story if I'm right). Double crosses within double crosses within double crosses.

Re: Kidnapped Biker Part III

Postby JHardcastle » Fri Apr 25, 2014 4:40 pm

I kept up my struggles for a few minutes, but as the three thugs walked out of the room and I knew I wasn't going to be manhandled anymore, at least for now, I relaxed a bit in my bondage. I knew I wasn't going to be able to escape these ropes and it was hot as Hell in this barn. Fighting was only going to make me sweat even more in this leather jacket and dehydrate me. I settled down and closed my eyes. I could hear the faint Mmmpphs and struggles from some of the other guys being held captive in the other stalls. I think I actually may have dozed off for a few minutes, but was awakened by the sound of boots walking on the wood floor, getting closer to where I was tied up.

Another young man walked in, probably mid 20s. He was shirtless and had a very tan body and wearing a snug fitting pair of dark blue Wrangler jeans with some brown cowboy boots. He had on a beige Stetson style hat on his head and was holding a bottle of beer in one hand and a small satchel in the other. I gathered he must be Jones. He walked into my stall and knelt down beside me on the wooden floor boards.

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Jones


"So you're him,"he said. "I've heard a lot about you."

He rolled me onto my side and eyed the tight faded bulge in my 501s. He cupped it with his hand and gave a light squeeze. I grunted angrily through my gag and jerked my body away.

"Haha," he laughed, "they said you were a firebrand and to keep my eye on you. I can see why."

He rolled me onto my other side and started feeling my denim clad ass. I grunted again in disgust and pulled away from him.

"Nice front and back," he remarked. "Like that biker jacket too. You look really hot in it, figuratively and literally speaking, haha. I'd take it off for you and make you a little more comfortable, but I'd have to partially untie you first and they told me you're full of surprises so I can't take that chance. Sorry, bud."

He paused for a bit, admiring me.

"You know," he began, then paused,"I'm not really supposed to 'handle the merchandise,' but God damn, you are too fine a specimen to pass up. I gotta have a little fun with you at least while I've got you."

My eyes widened and started shaking my head.

"Don't worry," he smiled, "I think you're going to like this."

Oh, great....

He reached into the satchel and pulled out a massaging wand. It had a long conical shaped handle that gradually widened and had a large foam padded bulb at the end. He turned it on and I could see and hear the bulb start to vibrate. He started aiming it right for my roped jeans bulge and I immediately rolled back over onto my stomach.

"No, no, no," he laughed.

He rolled me over onto my back, still hogtied. I was laying there with my hands underneath my butt, still tied to my ankles, and my knees spread apart, exposing my crotch. I tried to close my knees, but because they crossed my ankles when they tied them I couldn't close my legs completely. He reached between my knees and pried them apart. He held them apart with one hand and with his other placed the vibrating wand on my jeans bulge.

I immediately started bucking against my restraints. I tried to kick him, but my ankles were tied too tight to my wrists underneath me. I had no slack at all. I could feel the vibrations of the wand pulsating against my cock and balls through my jeans. The way they had roped my crotch had already uncomfortably trapped my junk in that tightly packed denim bulge they had been forced into, but things were about to get much more cramped in there. Despite my objections and disgust with being molested by this jerk, I couldn't stop my cock from being stimulated by the vibrations. I could feel it stiffening inside its denim prison, but there was little room for it to grow, so as it got harder it did so at the expense of my balls, intruding on the little space they had. As my cock my bigger, the pressure on my balls grew, slowly squeezing them tighter and tighter against the inside of my jeans. The bulge created by the ropes encircling my crotch left no room for an erection.

I struggled and jerked my body as best as I could in my bonds, but he kept the vibrator planted firmly against my bulge. My erection, with no room to grow, was beginning to ache painfully. I moaned and grunted through my head and kept shaking my head. I don't think he realized this was not pleasurable, this was torture, or he knew exactly what he was doing and was just another sick, sadistic prick. Sweat was pouring down my face. My t-shirt was soaked in my leather jacket. A small wet spot was forming on my bulge from the pre-cum. I knew eventually, no matter how much distress my cock and balls were in, I was going to be forced to shoot my load if he kept that vibrator pressed firmly on my junk.

"Just relax, dude," he said, "what are you fighting me so much for? I'd take your cock out of your jeans, but they got so much rope wrapped around your crotch I can't undo any of the buttons on your fly."

There was nothing I could do. I just kept Mmmphing and struggling and grunting. My cock was aching. It wanted so badly to bust out of my jeans. My balls were getting strangled, but he was oblivious to my predicament. He just kept on teasing me, rubbing the vibrator all over my bulging package. It seemed like this would go on forever, but my cock finally gave in. I arched my back, thrust my pelvis upward, and groaned loud through my gagged mouth as I shot my wad right into my jeans. The tight faded bulge darkened as my semen bled through the denim.

"There you go, Sport!" He cheered, "Doesn't that feel better?"

He pulled the massager away and my whole body relaxed. I was breathing heavily, sweating profusely, and overcome with exhaustion. I wanted so badly to punch that asshole right in the face. Don't try to make me "more comfortable" anymore, dipshit.