Preyed Upon - Sequel to my Story "Ransomed" MF/M

Postby Scottstud94 » Thu Mar 25, 2010 7:40 pm

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Original Story "Ransomed" for those that are new.

Prologue

Can I say it was cool to be talked about on the news, interviewed, quoted, followed for weeks on end after those horrific events. No. Me and Nick were never the same again, well I am not so sure. We moved quickly afterwards to avoid the media, and constant harassment by those we knew, Same with Nick's family. Onto me though I was always scared, John Fretham's escape from Vancouver was the most talked about thing in a long time... but he got away. For the revenge of his buddies, and near conviction I knew he solely blamed me and I was too pay.

Me and my father relocated to a Medium sized Texas town, in the outskirts of Lubbock, Texas. Name changes occured, Witness Protection Program. So instead of Austin Tanner, I was Tyler McGregor? Ok thanks a lot. School started off bad, I was a nervous wreck, no friends, and football I used to be a star but here in Texas everyones a star. I wasn't gonna be able to sniff the field. A man even offered to help me after I had fallen on the way back from school, and I freaked out, took some swings. It was a police officer who let me off with a warning..... great. Yep things have been going bad, but John Fretham was out there and he could make my life a lot worse. I watched Americas most wanted every time I could hoping I could hear he was caught. I heard his name a lot. One night I watched a segment a lot about me, Nick and the kidnapping. They even reenacted it, horrible to watch. Worst part is nobody had seen him yet he could be... anybody, anywhere, anytime.
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Re: Preyed Upon - Sequel to my Story "Ransomed"

Postby Boundgal08 » Fri Mar 26, 2010 12:18 am

Good prologue... hope to see more following this

Cheers,
BG
BOUNDGIRL!
Probably the kinkiest woman you will ever meet!
I am a switch, I like to put a man in ropes and also have a man put me in ropes!
I am the 'Queen of bondage'

Re: Preyed Upon - Sequel to my Story "Ransomed"

Postby Scottstud94 » Tue Apr 06, 2010 3:52 pm

Two weeks into this drastic life change, I sat in my room after football practice. Trying to chill, cool my nerves... slowly i was becoming schizophrenic. I sat there lonesome, sitting by myself on my bed. Blankets spread everywhere, my room cluttered from the move. I was wearing my football jersey, shorts, and long black nike socks ,the ones for sports, just pulling my right sock up to my knee and back down... over and over again. My dad came into the room.

"Son, I know this is a hard time... but an F in History, and Biology? I mean this is inexcusable!"

I said "Dad I'm sorry but I can't help it! Im in such a wreck since the kidnapping."

"I understand but you have to learn you are safe here."
"I have something that may help, Stay there!" my Dad commanded.

I was nervous now, I understood why he was so upset, since I attacked that police officer I have been in trouble and no punishment or therapy has helped. My dad reentered with a small box.

He said "The therapist told me I should try something else... maybe it will help you get over this fear, close your eyes."
I could tell he was serious so I did as I was told. I heard him open the box, and i felt something on my wrist. Soon I realized they were handcuffs, and my right hand was chained to my bedpost.

"Dad please you know how I feel about this," as i began to tear up.

"Trust me son, this will help you get better."

I laid there as my left hand was cuffed to the other bedpost.
Then I got scared, "STOP" and my dad covered my mouth.

"Please just trust me, if you want out i'll let you out but just give it a shot, its the last hope to quickly getting us to a normal life."

He removed his hand and I summoned to this cruel therapeutic treatment. He tied my feet together and lashed them to the end of the bed, so I was semi-eagle spread. He began to pull out that oh so familiar roll of silver duct tape...

"Please Dad, just don't gag me! Please!"

"Ok... but this is part of your treatment, Dr. Palito said if you want to get better we have to get over all of it. But we'll take it one step at a time. We start at 30 minutes.... if you need anything just call."

The door was closed and my treatment began, I trusted my dad, but I wondered who was Dr. Palito, thats not the therapist I remember... and what if Fretham somehow knew where I was, this was why I was told I needed treatment but it was harder than I ever thought it'd be.

Re: Preyed Upon - Sequel to my Story "Ransomed"

Postby Boundgal08 » Wed Apr 07, 2010 12:03 pm

Glad there is more.. :D enjoyed it, hope there is some more too this :D

Cheers,
BG
BOUNDGIRL!
Probably the kinkiest woman you will ever meet!
I am a switch, I like to put a man in ropes and also have a man put me in ropes!
I am the 'Queen of bondage'

Re: Preyed Upon - Sequel to my Story "Ransomed"

Postby Scottstud94 » Wed Apr 07, 2010 8:18 pm

Over the next several weeks the treatment slowly began to seep in. I felt safer, more confident, and finally could relax. My grades improved, football was looking like I could be having a future. The comeback story I felt like a saint! 5 weeks after moving into this strange town with a new name, new possessions, new everything! I was up to my final task. Reliving the night of my kidnapping. This would finally get me over this!

The stage was set. I wore the same clothes I did the day of the kidnapping well kinda. A red t-shirt, shorts, and my football socks. My dad handed me the tape and nodded to me. I wrapped it around my head. I could feel that night, like a scar in my mind burning deep inside. Everything the same as I told my Dad and all those therapists. The taping of my hands and feet together, tossed into a garbage bag, the bag being taped shut and thrown into the cruel claustrophobic trunk. I was scared sure but my trust in my dad was so deep now, I know I was okay. I was so overjoyed, heck even being tied up almost in some way was great!

We were driving along the road gliding, my therapy, the nightmare over! Then.... *CLUNK*. The car shook and grinded to a halt.

"Hey what the heck!" My Dads voice yelled out.

"Long time, no see." An unknown voice said.... or so I thought.

"Wait, whats with the ski mask... No No No, your never getting to my son!" My Father's voice cried.

"POW!" A gunshot. My heart sank, I thought in horror! This can't be happening! This has to be a trick. I mmmmpppphhhed into the duct tape I had worked so hard to wrap around my mouth, ultimately muffling my cries.

I heard cries behind me, neighbors yelling in shock, a door shut. And the vehicle accelerated, with me inside, my father dead, and some psycho in the front.

Tears streamed down my face as a whole new nightmare was about to begin, and whether this was Fretham or not could decide if it was my last.

Re: Preyed Upon - Sequel to my Story "Ransomed"

Postby want2btied » Thu Apr 08, 2010 1:14 pm

Your stories are amazing :)

Please continue.
I love bondage so much. I am 18 years old and I live in England, Lancashire. Anyone interested in meeting for some TUG's let me know ;)

Re: Preyed Upon - Sequel to my Story "Ransomed" MF/M

Postby Scottstud94 » Mon May 31, 2010 7:52 pm

Oh my, I didn't mean to leave you all hanging this long. Haha. Anyway back to the story.

This couldn't be happening there was no way as I kicked my bound feet profusely trying to get someone's attention or at least tear a hole in the claustrophobic garbage bag. Just like last time it was happening i was being kidnapped.... or was I? Was this just some cruel trick... I'd find out soon enough. Unable to break free of my binds I laid in the trunk waiting for what happened next.

After what seemed like forever the car finally came to a stop, the car door opened, either i was in for the unfunniest trick of my life, or my worst fear realized. The trunk was popped and the garbage bag containing me was slung over someone's shoulders. I mmmpphhheeeddd as much as i could but to no avail. I still didn't know who this was. Then a door opened and the bag was tossed to the floor and i hit head first. My head pounded furiously as i heard the bag ripping open, my eyes adjusted to the light and.... my heart sank.

"Hello," said the psychotic kidnapper. John Fretham. He looked a lot different than last time... well he had to. His beard gone, clean shaven, and he had dyed his hair a jet black. His face looked more wrinkled then it had before. He had to have been around 40. My anger seared in my mind as i saw his face... but it was not his face that caught my eye. It was his hand. Not just because it was holding a roll of duct tape but because of the big fat ring that sat snug on his finger. I wondered who in the world would marry this psycho?

I mmmppphhheeedddd.... but the only response was a piece of tape placed over my eyes. The tape on my feet was removed and i was directed by John to a small room just like last time. I was told to lay down on the bed.

"Don't move, this room is soundproofed and has no windows. The door is also deadlocked at all times. Every time i come in I put a combination lock on the door so if you think you can try any funny business then your wrong. My wife would also find a very creative way to kill you. Yes my wife. Whether I kill you or not depends on your behavior. But definately... You will be our slave for at least 20 years. Haha."

My shorts were removed, as i got really nervous now. A 40 year old guy taking off my pants... awkward. I wriggled around a lot.

"Quit it i'm only making you a little make-shift diaper, I wont do anything to you like that... yet." Frightened by this comment my crotch area was duct-taped secured until no air could get it. My shorts were put back on and I felt the chains as my feet were secured spread-eagle to the metal posts of the bed. My hands were untaped and then chained tightly the same way. Duct tape was wrapped around my wrists and ankles to keep sure i wasnt escaping. Still wearing what i did when i was kidnapped. My football uniform... minus the pads and helmet.

"Ok, I'm taking your gag off now don't scream, or i will just make your gag more permanent." He said.

First the blindfold went off and i looked around. A small damp room with white brick walls. A bed to the side and lights high in the ceiling, and many bondage items. I could see John that creep practically salivating just looking at me. A side of him he controlled the first kidnapping. It seemed that the first time it was for money, now it was personal, he had become obsessed with me. The tape was pulled from my mouth and I tried to keep my composure but I couldn't.

"There," he said, "see...."

"YOU CREEPY PEDOPHILIAC FREAK!!! LET ME GO..MMMMPPPHHH!!!" I yelled before being cut off by a hand being put over my mouth. He lingered over me.

"Pedophile? Ha, your time here is going to be miserable, but I assure you, you wont be hurt TOO bad." As Duct tape was wrapped around my head for what seemed like ever until my head was wrapped in tape my ENTIRE head, with airholes poked in my nostrils, and straws inserted to keep me breathing.

I could slightly hear through the tape masking my whole head. "For your first meal tonight, you can eat at the table and I'll introduce you to my wife don't get used to it. That diaper gets changed once every three days and YOU do it. The good news is its meatloaf night tonight, don't worry Jessica's a GREAT cook. Dinners at 7 P.M tomorrow, its 9 P.M. now. Haha have fun. You WILL pay for what you did. HAHAAHAHAHAHA!!!"

With that the door was slammed and bolted shut. I was horrified behind my core. What would happen to me? Was this guy really gonna hurt me, how bad? Or was he kidding? Maybe his wife will be merciful or help me? Was I gonna be killed or tortured first? All I knew is unless I got out i'd be dead or imprisoned by a psycho for the rest of my life. I had to escape.

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Postby Writer » Mon May 31, 2010 11:23 pm

one word: epic. please go on, I'm hooked!
Tie me up, put a sock in my mouth, I promise I won't struggle~

Finding aura is a difficult task

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Postby Scottstud94 » Tue Jun 01, 2010 8:02 pm

I awoke to tape being torn off my wrists and ankles but the chains stayed on. I heard a whisper, "Heres a quick lesson that'll show you who's in charge." John said... I think. I heard the unraveling of tape and the straws pulled out of my nose. Tape wrapped over my nostrils and head twice as I began to panic as no air was getting to my brain! I flopped than slowly went into a sleep then suddenly the tape was removed and I breathed in oxygen thankfully.

I was unchained from the bed but was quickly shackled and cuffed. Tape still covered my eyes and mouth however. I was ushered out of my cell and up some stairs. I was sat into a chair. The tape was removed from my eyes and John told me to look outside.

"Beautiful isn't it? Forests as far as the eye could see. I love being able to wake up in the morning and smell fresh pine, look at the mountains, knowing nobody can see me, or hear you scream!"
John said In a strangely fatherlike voice. The tape was removed from my head and I was quickly handgagged.

"You will be polite, or you go into your cell for a while and the only thing you'll have to eat is socks! Understand?"

I nodded, and he released his handgag and I spit up my sock that'd been in my mouth 2 days.
Then entered a woman with an apron and meatloaf... And... My heart sank even lower. It was my therapist. Mrs. Palito. The tall tan slender blonde, wearing a kitchen apron.

"Ah Tyler or should I say.. Austin? I suppose your wondering why Im here?" I heard Jessica Palito say to me as John chained my feet to the dining room chair. "Well it was love! And for my loving husband John! Oh how I begged WPP for your case and they said I could take it. Then John gave me ideas for "treatment", and just like that your dad was conned and dead. While you were taken hostage. Haha she giggled.

I erupted "How dare you!" and Jessica quickly handgagged me. "Shhhh... No yelling, we will eat then we can punish you. Unless you want to eat a sock?"

I shook my head no. "Good, I'll get the meatloaf out!" And so... Dinner began.

We ate quietly as I gobbled up a rare meal. I asked why John killed my father? Why they were doing this?

The answers I got were basically because you deserved it. And I was spoiled and when John saw me that first day at football he tagged me as a slave so it was destiny or some lucracy.

Jessica rose from her seat at the table, and John just stared at my chained feet. This 40 year old guy looking at me worried me way more than Jessica, who I stared at mostly.
"That's enough questions dear... Now I get to have some fun with you." Said jessica as she placed a washcloth with chloroform on it over my mouth. I screamed but it didn't matter.. I was out.

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Postby Mr.B » Tue Jun 01, 2010 11:33 pm

Your story is fascinating! The interactions b/w the protagonist (Austin) and the rest are wonderfully written!! But, I really do hope no one gets seriously harmed/injured...and is there gonna be another "victim"? :quirk: Is Nick gonna return back to the story? :quirk:

Please continue!

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Postby Scottstud94 » Wed Jun 02, 2010 5:44 am

Thanks! No nothing like that will happen, just trying to develop these characters and what'd they actually be feeling. You will see!

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Postby kim_bowie » Wed Jun 02, 2010 11:38 am

Would love to see the finished product. Neat introduction.

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Postby Nicole » Thu Jun 03, 2010 9:00 pm

cant wait for you to finish this.

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Postby Three » Sat Jun 05, 2010 1:30 pm

I honestly do love this story and urge you to write more, it's one of my favourites for some reason! Probably because it's so well written. More, please, more. :D

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Postby Scottstud94 » Mon Jun 07, 2010 7:51 pm

I awoke to the heavy steel door being unlocked and opened. I could hear the combination lock being clicked on the door. The question who was it? John or Jessica?

My blindfold was removed and I looked around, thank god it was Jessica. She just smiled over me and sat in a chair with a duffel bag. Looking as lovely as could be. I looked down and saw my bonds. I was laying on my stomach, My pants were stripped off along with my shirt so I was only in my "diaper". My hands and feet were chained to the bed post as usually. A bright red ballgag muffled any words I could mutter out.

"Hey hows it going?" Jessica asked mockingly. I mmphed into my gag as I was getting upset.

"You see, John hasnt had a victim here in a couple months... so I'm going to have some fun right now. Its good to have some fresh meat to torture. And your just perfect. Spoiled, sexy, and deserving of everything you get. Now lets begin..."

After some tickle sessions she laughed and said, "ha amateurish," so she reached into her bag and pulled out a whip. I mmphed hard and wiggled as much as possible. She swung hard and I felt the sting across my back. Then a knock on the steel door. Thank god or maybe not, she was really going to torture me. Like hardcore I saw all sorts of horrible things in that bag.

"What is it John?" Jessica said annoyed.
"You need to check in on the other prisoner. He begs of you, he says he knows you."
"All right watch this little bugger. She put a piece of tape over my eyes and undidd the lock and swapped places with John.
John left the door open for some reason as he tore the tape off my eyes, and positioned me on my back.

"Lets see how big your mouth is... Try to scream."
I followed his orders as John sat by me digging through the bag, camera in one hand. A six pack of ankle socks in the other. He snapped a few pics of me screaming then said "hmmm... You were fairly loud. Four socks should do it. Don't dare say a word." One by one he fit it all four into my outstrecthed jaw, he put the ball gag back in place over my cotton filled mouth and tightened I'mt tighly, combo lock sealed it shut.

"Now for the real fun," as he reached for my makeshift diaper, I struggled tried to kick and yell.

Nothing as he slapped me hard in my area. I winced down in pain. An electric monitor bracelet was attached to my ankle, it was big and bulky and annoying.

"Your gonna get beat for last year." He pulled out a car battery, and all the electrical wire he could. he attached the cables to my nipples as I writhed I'm agony, "This may hurt a bit," He almost pressed the button then... Crash!!!

"What the hell" John yelled.

"Get him John!" Jessica screamed, "Dammit", John yelled and he grabbed a bat from the bag and ran off. I struggled to understand what was going on. Then I realized it, more crashing and quickly I saw a figure in the room. Frantic ,frightened, his hands chained in front. He was shirtless, shorts, barefeet, but hurt. The mysterious stranger told me to hang in there. He'd get help. He looked alot like... No couldn't be. More crashing and the strange boy unhooked a chain and said run. Tossed me a key.

Whoever this kid was he just saved me. Time to run!

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Postby Three » Tue Jun 08, 2010 9:01 am

I really do love this story, please can you write more! And i think i know who the boy is! :)

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Postby Scottstud94 » Wed Aug 25, 2010 7:59 am

Whoops I forgot about this. I'll continue it very soon!

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Postby sarumansauron » Wed Aug 25, 2010 9:18 am

Very Good! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

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Postby Scottstud94 » Sun Aug 29, 2010 10:51 pm

The key worked like a charm unlocking my bindings, and even the combo lock on my gag! I spit out the socks and ran.... Where too I didn't know.

"Get those kids!" She yelled.
"Systems locked, emergency locks engaged!" John announced and I realized every door in the house was locked down. No escape, were screwed now.

I flew around a corner, down a staircase hoping for a way out. Doors started locking automatically, so I quickly hopped into a room with mystery kid in heat right behind. We entered a small office, bars on the windows but very upscale. Reminded me of the map Estate on Modern Warfare 2. The door was slammed and locked briskly, with the door locked he began sputtering words.

"Dammit he locked it down before we could slip outside now what?" The kid said, panicked.

"WELL HOW SHOULD I KNOW, I JUST WANT OUT OF THIS HELL HOLE!!" I cried in a haze.

"Wait you aren't Tyler are you," the kid asked catching his breath.

"Nick! Oh thank god!"

"No, I'm not nick. Nicks down in the basement, last I saw him he was locked in his cell. I'm his cousin Aaron. Nick told me all about your guys's ordeal. Well I already knew but in detail. We were kidnapped to be his slaves, I made a jailbreak,
and now were fucked because I couldn't knock one of them out. I had my chance. Sighhhhh...." He said.

"You saved me in the nick of time though!" I cried.

"Pfft car battery you think that's bad? Try being nailed to floor or eating clothing for food. We've only been here a week. One too long, and its gonna be a lot longer if we don't wriggle our way from this creepers clutches."

All of a sudden the video screen came on. It was John the sadistic bastard that we both shared the same hatred for. He looked calm, confident, cleanly shaven and professional.

"Hey guys it's me you know John haha. Are you feeling sleepyyyyy? HAHAHAHAHA! Well you will now... And don't worry you guys will be having some fun when you wake up jailbirds. See you in a few!"

"Whats thag surtosed ur neen?" Aaron managed to get out before fainting back onto the hard oak floor.

A noxious gas filled the room, I slipped and collapsed and it all went black.

As I was asleep I was dragged to my room by John and Jessica.


While I was asleep.

"Well John what now? We've got prisoners running around locking themselves in offices, I mean how are we gonna make sure these guys do as they are told?" Jessica bellowed as they finished tying down the final prisoner.

"I've got it all figured out honey, dont worry I've got this planned out," John Replied.

"Oh really how?" She asked inquisitively yet briskly.

"Well we sell the one errr... Aaron off too Medvediv in Russia, he'll fetch us a good price. Good enough to get us retired here. The one shall be are slave, the little "hero" haha. And well I have some unfinished business with Nick, and im gonna make Little Tyler be the one who does it this time. That'll crush his soul almost like he killed it if you know what I mean hahaha."

"I knew there was a reason why I married you!" Jessica said as she hugged her husband in a warm embracing squeeze.

"Hahaha yes... I just love crushing these kids dreams of freedom. I am kind of like a government, haha!" John joked as he walked into his office confidently.



I awoke in strict bondage. My wrists and ankles chained to my bed spread-eagle scarred and weak. My stomach cried for food underneath mounds of industrial saran wrap, and duct tape that bound me from my ankles to my neck to my bed over my chains. My jaw had been jammed with socks for what seemed like 99% of my time, and now was no different as I had 3 in now. They were covered with tons of tape that i had not known had been also glued to my face. My eyes also experienced that same fate of the combination of duct tape and glue.

Was I ever going to get out? I wept underneath my mask of tape not just for me but for my dad, my friends especially Nick.. but a little for John and Jessica. Whose poor decisions made them think this was ok.

I was kept in that same position for 4 days. Then was strictly unbound allowed to change my "diaper" out. Eat, drink, and went right back to being bound to my bed. The same way. No escape and my blindfold and handcuffs never were removed. All I was given too eat was bread, water, and as Jessica said socks, which i was forced to swallow after being cut up into small pieces time in and time out. I was stunned when this first occured, but i learned to live with it. The cotton coming down was horrid. This process continued for a month and a half.

One night John came in and he whispered to me sinisterly.

"Tyler. I always win. You are mine, i can and will do all I want with you. I am the hannibal of my generation. You see I picked you on that football field, and you can't ever escape that."

"Tomorrows a big day" he said, and he left the room. The things this guy said gave me the chills every time but underneath the tape binding my eyes and muffling my unheard cries for help. Tomorrow was something big. I was scared. desperate.



In Nicks mind laying bound like me. I didnt realize but he was realizing his fate. He had a drastic plan to save his life.



"The next two days will be big Jessica, we will get rid of two, and there will be one left. We will be set for life!" John toasted to a glass of wine in his upscale dining room with Jessica. His Estate the lone lights in the Southern Alberta Valleyside.

"Yes," Jessica said as she drank up. "It shall be grand."

To be continued.

Re: Preyed Upon - Sequel to my Story "Ransomed" MF/M

Postby Scottstud94 » Sun Aug 29, 2010 10:54 pm

I went on a limb with this one, so I hope it turned out good! I have a good idea where the story is going but I wasnt sure how to connect them

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Postby sarumansauron » Mon Aug 30, 2010 9:50 am

Good continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

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Postby Three » Mon Aug 30, 2010 7:27 pm

You have to finish this with a good pace. Every great story needs a great ending. Good job.

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Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Aug 30, 2010 9:10 pm

Vry good story.
Cricks is mistaken however; I am quite glad that something like this has never happened to me.
Even I have limits to my masochism and besides - socks are NOT digestible! :shock:
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

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Postby Scottstud94 » Tue Aug 31, 2010 8:37 pm

Jason Toddman wrote:Vry good story.
Cricks is mistaken however; I am quite glad that something like this has never happened to me.
Even I have limits to my masochism and besides - socks are NOT digestible! :shock:


Then they are going to have a horrible stomach ache!

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Postby Scottstud94 » Tue Aug 31, 2010 8:48 pm

I never said you were wrong haha, I was only referring to Jasons comment of socks being indigestable

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Postby Scottstud94 » Tue Aug 31, 2010 9:45 pm

I awoke strapped to a chair very securely, both wrists strapped down tightly to the armrests with big leather straps. countless straps across my body down around my thighs, and some securing my ankles to the legs of the chair. My head was also strapped to the chair but i could finally see, and my mouth wasn't filled with socks. In fact I could talk. I looked around to see 6 chairs at the table in front of me. Me, Aaron, and Nick occupying 3, tied the same as me. 3 were empty. The room was solid brick on all sides. Cement floor, no windows.

We all were bound wearing the same thing. A white t-shirt, black sweatpants, and white Hanes crew socks. Our diapers were actually replaced with real boxer briefs too!

The intercom came on. "Goooooooooood mmmmmoooorrrrrnnnniiinnnngggg boys!" John bellowed.
We all jumped as much as we could.
"You have 15 minutes to talk. For the last time. Then we have some discussing to do. Holla!" and the intercom went off.

After a period of silence, Nick spoke up. "Hey Tyler."

I took a gulp. "Hey Nick."

"Look we have to do something!" Aaron said, "I think its well known we are going to be split up or something!"

"Pffftttt... what can we do? Theres no escape." Nick said.

In another room John and Jessica watched through a video screen and laughed to eachother

"This is great!" John said, "wheres the popcorn?"

"Look," Aaron said "If we do as they say they will let us go!"

"Not me," I said, "Im doomed."

"No, you aren't one day you'll have your chance." Tyler said.

Then the vault-like door opened and in came John, Jessica, and another large man.

"Boys I'd like you to meet my friend Medvidev!" John said.
A large white man entered. Wearing a suit and tie, handcuffs on his belt, and a pistol with him. He was obviously Russian and obviously trouble.

"Well a friend of John's is a friend of mine," Tyler said sarcastically. Jessica slapped him and John pulled out a big fat black ball gag and secured it in his mouth. "Can it bud." Jessica mocked.

"kakon?" Medvidev said in Russian.
John pointed to Aaron, who looked back with blue wide eyes in a state of horror.
John secured a ball gag in mine and Aarons mouth and they all sat down.

"Alright heres the deal, we are selling you to Medvidev," Jessica said as she pointed to the poor blond haired boy, he was only 10. You will live in Russia as a bondage slave. He has many children there. You will do fine."

Aaron struggled hard against his bonds to no avail. I wanted to console him badly. He was crushed. Medvidev nodded in approval.

"You, hero boy uhmmmm.... Tyler. You are going to be are little slave boy. I hope you like your bed you'll be in it until your body is broken, mangled, and we get all the use out of you then. We will kill you. Not that it matters anyway, no ones looking for you." Jessica put down bluntly.

I groaned with distaste. I knew it was coming, but I was still crushed.

"And you Nick. You should have been dead long ago, so Im gonna do it myself." John said. Jessica got up and took off me and Nick's ball-gag. Don't scream your a hundred miles from civilization. Theres no one to save you. "Any last words best buds?"

I cried into my gag. We all did. Medvidev watched stonefaced, Jessica and John enjoying themselves.

If I knew this was going to be the last time I would be able to talk to Nick I wouldve said something else.

Sobbing I managed to come up with. "Hey Nick."

He laughed a little, but somberly said "Hey Tyler."

The ballgags were replaced and John slowly had the desert eagle pointed on Nick's head.

"Everybody count down!" Jessica said cheerfully! 3...2...1.... POW! Nick's face was bloodied, hurt, tears down his face. Then he moved? And I looked over and Medvidev had a pistol. John was hurt?

Re: Preyed Upon - Sequel to my Story "Ransomed" MF/M

Postby Scottstud94 » Tue Aug 31, 2010 9:47 pm

If anyone finds the Forest Gump reference in there. You are a certified genius.

Re: Preyed Upon - Sequel to my Story "Ransomed" MF/M

Postby Three » Wed Sep 01, 2010 4:45 am

Ooh, it's getting intense! Can't wait for the next part.

As for the Forrest Gump thing, I may not be a genius but I'm a fool who would give it a try!

Sobbing I managed to come up with. "Hey Nick."

He laughed a little, but somberly said "Hey Tyler."


Tell me i'm wrong, please, aha.

Re: Preyed Upon - Sequel to my Story "Ransomed" MF/M

Postby Scottstud94 » Wed Sep 01, 2010 7:26 am

Well your right for the most part, but the line before those two was the main part of it. Good work

Re: Preyed Upon - Sequel to my Story "Ransomed" MF/M

Postby sarumansauron » Wed Sep 01, 2010 7:56 am

Good continuatiuon! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!