Postby dfl274 » Fri Sep 12, 2014 8:45 pm
Part 4
Jet and Dustin stood facing each other in a standoff, their eyes locked on each other waiting for one of them to blink. Dustin slowly twirled his lasso in his hand while Jet kept himself tense, ready to turn on his speed in an instant. The room was quiet other than the soft thump of the house music playing in the club far above them.
"Ya know..." Dustin said, breaking the silence "this could go on all night."
"Fine by me we both know you are going to lose. You always do." Jet sneered back at him.
"This would be so much easier for both of us if you'd just give in, Jet" Dustin pleaded, "you have no idea what you are missing!"
"Thats ok, I'll pass on whatever this twisted experiment is you are doing down here in this pit." Jet snapped back. It was then he noticed something nudged his foot. He looked down and saw the cocooned henchmen had somehow squirmed his way over and was gently rubbing up his crotch against his booted foot.
Jet had glanced down for just a moment but that was all Dustin needed. In an instant the lasso came flying at him. He had just enough time to summon his speed and dart to the side. The lasso missed his torso but managed to loop on to his wrist. Dustin gave it a hard tug and rope cinched tightly against Jet's wrist. As Jet tried to leap away, Dustin pulled back hard and the force made Jet feel like his arm was going to rip out of his socket. Quickly he grabbed on to the rope with his free hand and pulled back against Dustin, the two of them now in a tug of war.
As they pulled hard against each other, Jet quickly came up with a plan. He summoned his speed to dart around the table and close the distance so he could have enough slack to knock Dustin on his back. Just as he began to speed up, Dustin's reflexes sensed what Jet was trying to do and he suddenly released his grip on the rope. Instead of leaping around the table, Jet went flying into the concrete wall knocking himself back dazed. Dustin leaped at the opportunity and picked up the rope and quickly twirled it around looping the slack around Jet's chest. He gave it a quick pull and Jet's arms were pinned to his sides. With Jet still slightly dazed, Dustin pulled hard one more time sending Jet crashing to floor.
Almost with his own super speed, Dustin leaped over the table and jumped on top of Jet. He quickly pulled his hands behind his back and looped some of the extra rope around them tying his wrists together tightly. Thankfully the leather gloves Jet was wearing managed to protect his skin slightly from the pain. Jet recovered and tried to throw Dustin off his back but he pressed his weight down on him keeping him pinned to the floor on his stomach. Jet summoned all his strength and managed to shove Dustin off just enough that he could lift himself up to a kneeling position. Dustin, however, grabbed Jet's arms in a bear-hug and pulled him up onto his feet and then slammed him against the wall. The concrete smacked Jet hard. Dustin pressed himself against jet, keeping him pinned to the wall so tightly that Jet could feel Dustin's hardon through both their leather pants pressing against his ass.
"Oh man, this is what I've been dreaming of..." Dustin said breathlessly, his leather masked face pressed right up against Jet's cheek. Dustin had his left arm wrapped around Jet's neck and with his right he started feeling Jet up and down his body. Hungrily Dustin grabbed at his thighs and crotch while he ground his hardon against Jet's ass. "Look at you in that leather cop outfit, all tied up, at my mercy. This is heaven!"
"Get off me...now!" Jet snapped trying to struggle but Dustin held him tight. Dustin continued molesting Jet's body and pressing his masked face against his neck. He couldn't tell for sure but it almost felt like Dustin was kissing him through that mask.
"I don't think so, you hot fuck." Dustin whispered in his ears, panting. "He said once he was done with you, I can have you. And I'm never letting you go baby." Dustin kept up his sexual assault.
"Who's he? What are you talking about?" Jet demanded. Dustin stopped for a second.
"Ooh, whoops. I wasn't supposed to mention that." he giggled in his ear. Jet sensed that he caught him off guard and pushed back with his legs as hard as he could sending Dustin flying over the table and crashing down onto the floor. With his speed Jet quickly darted over to Dustin, flipped him over onto his stomach and pulled his hands behind his back. Using Dustin's own rope he tied his wrists tightly, then cinched his upper arms together and the remainder he looped around Dustin's booted ankles pulling them up tight in a hogtie cinched to the ropes around his arms.
Jet then got up to his feet to catch his breath. Dustin squirmed around a bit testing the ropes but Jet had tied them tight. Dustin knew there was no easy way out of this. His rope was almost impossible to break and Jet knew how to a tie a knot.
"Damn tied up with my own rope. How embarrassing." Dustin stammered squirming on the floor. "How'd you learn to tie a knot that good? You holding out on me, lover?"
"Ugh, you wish." Jet barked back, disgusted. Dustin started writing in his ropes, rubbing his crotch against the floor.
"MMM, come on man. You got me, how about you throw me a bone, eh?" Dustin cooed at him. "Just a little rub, a little suck maybe...I won't tell I promise."
Jet had enough. He marched in front of Dustin's head and knelt down, tossing his cowboy hat off his head. He then grabbed a tuft of Dustin's blond hair and yanked his head back.
"Ya know all this time you've been stalking me with your sick demented schemes, I still have no idea what you look like. Its about time I found out." Jet snapped and quickly ripped the mask off Dustin's face. 'He's actually kinda good looking' Jet thought to himself. Square jaw, soft lips, high cheek bones and light eyes. Not at all what Jet was expecting. Dustin didn't seem to care he just grinned back at him as best he could but the discomfort from having his head pulled back showed in his eyes.
"Tell me the deal with these things, what are they. Where did you get them? What do they do? And who is this other person you were talking about?" Jet barked at him. Dustin just giggled.
"Thats a lot of questions, which one do you want me to answer first?" Dustin chuckled at him, mockingly. Frustrated, Jet let go of Dustin's hair and his head flopped down against the floor. Jet stood up and crossed his arms across his chest glaring down at the helpless leather cowboy at this feet. "Alright, I'll tell you what you want to know if you do something for me first." Jet raised his eyebrow.
"Something for you?" he replied incredulously. "You are in no position to be making demands." Dustin wriggled up closer to Jet's feet and started kissing and licking his boots.
"Actually" dustin said in between licks, "I think I am. You may have me tied up, but I know something you don't, so who's really in charge here?" Dustin chuckled and continued to gently kiss and lick Jet's boots.
"Alright what do you want?" Jet asked his tone laced with contempt. Dustin looked up into Jet's eyes while he seductively licked the shaft of his boot.
"Guess...stud..." he said with a smile. Jet just rolled his eyes and pulled his foot away shaking it off like he just stepped in something gross. Dustin rolled over onto his side and laughed. "You're never gonna find out unless you get my help" he said thrusting his crotch, the outline of his hardon clearly visible thru his pants. "So make a choice. Do what I want and you'll find those missing guys. Or...we can stay down here forever staring at each other."
"I've had enough of your mouth." Jet snapped at him and went over to the table and grabbed a piece of cloth that was sitting on it. Dustin pursed his lips.
"Oh no...please don't gag me...anything but that..." Dustin mocked and giggled. Jet stuffed the cloth deep into mouth and then tied it tightly behind the back of his head.
"There, now at least I can think in peace." Jet mumbled. With Dustin out of the way Jet went up to the box of worms to get a better look at them. He gently picked one out of the crate with just the tips of his fingers. It wasn't really a worm. It was more like a wide piece of a electrical tape, but it definitely moved on its own. He approached the table so he could look at it in the light. It was black and shiny, unlike tape it didn't have a sticky side but somehow managed to stick to his hand. He had to keep moving his fingers to keep it from wrapping around him.
Jet glanced down at the cocooned henchman still writhing on the floor, the tape was wound so tightly around him you could almost see the outline of his leather gear underneath. As he knelt down the small piece of living tape in his hand seemed to sense the cocoon near him and started to move in that direction. He noticed the tape around the henchmen started very gently moving, almost like it was squeezing him and the henchman groaned in response. Not a groan of pain but one of pleasure. Dustin started giggling through his gag.
"I need to call some back-up, this shit is just too weird." Jet said to himself. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Damn, no signal, we must be too deep." He had to find where the kidnapped guys were. he didn't want to risk leaving and Dustin escaping or one of his other henchman finding him and letting him go. Jet put the piece of living tape on the table and looked around. A couple of doors and a bunch of empty cages, just one currently occupied with the cocoon of the poor guy he saw earlier. Same as the henchmen he was wrapped head to toe in the shiny tape, and moaning softly in pleasure.
He walked over to one door and tried it out. Locked. Then the other, also locked. He walked back to the table and started drumming his fingers. He glanced down and noticed that while he wasn't paying attention, Dustin had squirmed his way over to the cocooned henchman and was now on top of him grinding his crotch against him. Jet rolled his eyes.
"Come on, Dustin. Give it a rest for a second. Which door!?" Jet shouted. Dustin was oblivious to him. And Jet knew he wasn't getting anything else out of him. Suddenly he heard a noise coming from behind the door on the left. Jet quietly approached, not noticing that that living tape had squirmed its way to the edge of the table and fell on top of Dustin's back.
Jet quietly but firmly pulled at the door knob, using his super speed he jiggled the knob back and forth until the whole thing came loose. He barely opened the door a crack and peered through. It looked like some kind of large store room dimly lit from high above. There didn't seem to be any way out of the room. As he slowly stepped into the room he noticed a light switch in the off position and flicked it on. The room lit up and he stood in shock at what he saw. Inside were dozens of shiny black cocoons. All writing around on the floor some piled on top of each other squirming and groaning. He couldn't get an accurate number of how many were there but it was way more than the number of kidnaps the police reported.
"How long has this sick fuck been doing this!?" Jet gasped. He stormed back into the room with the table. "Alright Dustin, what the f---"
Jet stopped himself as he looked down and saw Dustin still hogtied but now completely cocooned in black shiny tape. Not only that he was also stuck on top of the henchman, their tightly cocooned bodies now fused together. Dustin was groaning in frustration, he could barely move and desperately needed to get off but there was no leverage. His hardon was trapped unable to get the friction he needed to orgasm, only when the henchman started wriggling about was Dustin able to get any relief.
"Serves him right that sick fuck" Jet stammered. He glanced over the cocooned bodies and realized with horror that the crate of living tape was now empty. Quickly he scanned the room but there were so many shadows. He could swear he saw glints of shiny black all around him but he couldn't pin point it.
"Uh oh, this is bad..." he said backing up against the table.
"Yes it is..." he heard voice echo from far away...