Story Synopsis: A young man finds himself being kidnapped and dragged into the woods by two hunky, hyper-masculine brutes. As if being captured, bound up, gagged against his will and kidnaped by a pair of beefy straight hunks wasnât enough, our 23-year-old protagonist has to deal with the fact that he is slowly falling in love with one of his captors. Â What could possibly go wrong? Â Start reading to find out.
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Iâve given a lot of thought to the events that led me where I am now, and Iâve had a lot of time to reflect on what led me down this path that I now find myself on today.
I still remember it as though it happened just a few short days ago.
And yet, almost an entire year had passed since the dark day that forever changed my life.
That day, I found myself being forcefully removed from an environment I felt safe in and taken against my will to an unknown location. No matter how you tried looking at it and no matter how you tried to call it, it was a kidnapping.
The fact that it involved two people who I was intimately familiar with didnât make it any less traumatic.
Quite the opposite, in fact.
As a word of caution, those of you who are easily shocked or torn apart by traumatic real life accounts should definitely turn around now. This tale is not for the weak, the fragile or the faint-hearted.
Alright, where do I begin?
Well, for starters, my first kidnapper was someone whom I trusted and knew inside out. Or so I once thought.
His name was Nick; a huge 27-year-old guy, 6ft4ââ, built like you wouldnât believe and weighing in at well over 240 pounds. He was a stunningly handsome fellow; blond hair, blue eyes, a strong jaw and arms thrice as thick as my own.
Although the man was several years my senior and considered by many as being nothing short of a menace, I trusted the guy and never expected him to play such a pivotal role in my downfall.
After all, weâd grown up together as kids and had formed such a close bond with one another that he was practically something of an older brother to me by the time all this happened.
While he sometimes did fool around and haze me in front of his dumb, jock buddies, Iâd always felt safe and protected in his presence. Being his protĂŠgĂŠ had certain âadvantagesâ and meant that I was off limits to the other predatory Alphas he usually hung around with.
No one was willing to cross Nick, not even his best buddyâŚwhich brings me to my second kidnapper; Brad.
Brad was a despicable fellow; one that I could never bring myself to trust.
He was one of Nickâs closest friends, and as such, we ended up having to spend quite a bit of time with one another.
Deep down inside, I knew the guy thought of me as nothing more than a pest. He couldnât STAND the thought of me being so close to Nick and being off limits to him and his bullying habits.
Although he was of a more moderate height and had a slightly lesser build, he was still much taller and much heavier than I was, and much like Nick, was also endowed with a stunningly handsome face and a gorgeous physique.
Standing at a solid six feet and weighing in at close to 220 pounds, Brad was the epitome of masculinity and was an exemplary model of physical fitness.
Shame that his inner personae wasnât nearly as attractive as what he was projecting on the outside.
As far as summers went, the start of this one was nothing out of the ordinary.
With Nick working construction and me having recently dropped out of college, we both found ourselves on vacation at the same time, which led to the two of us hanging out at his place more often than not.
Having only a low-paying, part time job, my single bedroom apartment was pretty small and crummy compared to his newly purchased two-story suburban house.
Nick had tried getting me to leave town with him by inviting me to spend a week up north at his buddy Bradâs country cottage.
Of course, I merely scoffed at the idea and kept brushing aside his numerous invitations and promises of a good time.
Spending a week up north with Nick wouldâve been pretty cool, but spending it with his buddy Brad was a whole other story.
I hated the guy, and from the treatment I got from him over the years, there was no doubt in my mind that he loathed me just as much as I loathed him.
He couldnât stand the thought of a preppy, beta-male college kid like me being allowed into Nickâs fold.
And I couldnât stand his guts, his arrogance and the ever-present condescending smirk on his smug, superior face.
We had a mutual friend in Nick, which resulted in us having to put our differences aside on more than one occasion.
But the guy was a bully and a jerk, and I wanted NOTHING to do with him.
Spending a week on his turf, up at some secluded, godforsaken cottage up in the mountains was completely out of the question.
If Nick wanted me to tag along and spend a week with him up there, heâd have to drag me there by force.
And thatâs exactly what he and Brad ended up doing.
I should have suspected what they had in mind.
I should have seen it coming.
Everything was so plainly laid out in front of my eyes.
How could I have been so blind?
Brad was there and his Jeep was there; loaded with gear, parked in garage and ready to go.
I thought that maybe they were planning on leaving together later on in the evening or first thing next morning, but apparently, it wasnât so.
I was pressed with another invitation to join them, but shortly after refusing their attempt to get me to quietly come along, I was taken down, manhandled and crushed to the floor against my will.
The brutes didnât even give me a chance to go home and pack some clothes.
I wasnât even given the time to retrieve my cellphone and had no way to warn my girlfriend that I wouldnât be making it to the special date-night weâd planned three weeks ago.
Nick and Brad just took me, taking advantage of the fact that I only weighed a measly 140 pounds and was much shorter than they were.
I wouldnât have been able to defend myself against ONE of them, let alone the two of them together!
It wasnât fair, but then again, kidnappings usually werenât.
I screamed and yelled for them to let me go, but it was no use.
A bag was unzipped and a bunch of rope was thrown onto the ground, right next to where I was pinned down.
Brad straddled my back, then used his powerful muscles and his 80-pound advantage to pin my arms behind me.
His left knee dug into my back and my face was painfully pressed down against the floor.
I wasnât even resisting at that point, so I could only imagine that using excessive force made him feel all manly and powerful.
âGuysâŚguys, stop!â I protested, as the two buff hunks manhandled me into submission.
The embrace of rope quickly made itself manifest around my limbs, and in a matter of minutes, my ankles, knees and thighs and been tightly bound up and secured.
My muscular assailants had no trouble forcing my wrists together behind my back, and both of them swiftly got to work wrapping them up and binding them tight.
With my hands tied behind me and my ankles and legs restrained as they were, they couldâve easily dumped me in the back of the Jeep and taken me along as is.
But instead of doing that, even more rope was pulled out of the large duffle bag before my body was painfully arched backwards and knotted up into an excruciatingly strict hogtie.
I cried out and screamed in agony, but Brad just yanked my head up by the hair and clamped his large hand down, right over my face.
âShut up!â he growled, digging his knee into my upper back and keeping a tight, smothering grip on me so that I couldnât scream for help or alert the neighbors.
My hogtie got tighter and tighter, by which point the bottom of my heels were pressed up right against the flat surface of my palms.
Had my knees and thighs not been bound together, I couldâve probably coped with this strenuous position.
But with my limbs so tightly trussed up and knotted down, the strictness of the hogtie became borderline unbearable.
I screamed and yelled at the top of my lungs, desperately trying to call for help and desperately trying to get the guys to stop what they were doing.
Instead of allowing me to protest my fate and tag along for the ride with my mouth intact, the giant muscle-brutes promptly decided to take away my freedom of speech by stuffing my mouth up and giving me something to chew on.
My handgag was released, my head was yanked up off the concrete floor, but before I could even begin making my case or reasoning with my captors, strong fingers dug into my cheeks and forced my mouth open.
I watched in horror as my hated rival pulled his huge, funky old Nike trainer off, and watched helplessly as he peeled a really dingy-looking sock from off his foot and balled it up inside his hands.
âOpen wide, princess.â the man chuckled, causing the more muscular brute to increase the tightness of his grip around my jaw and keep my heavily-protesting orifice from closing.
The brown-haired jockâs musty bundle was thrust in past my lips, instantly filling my oral cavity up with his huge ball of toe-flavoured cotton stuffing.
âHaha! Dude, you have no idea how long Iâve been waiting to shove my sock inside this faggotâs mouth.â he told Nick, causing slightly beefier hunk to laugh and chuckle at my demise.
I tried calling out and screaming for help, but was instead left gagging and coughing from the size and taste of my bitter rivalâs pungent sock.
The sticky grip of a strong adhesive soon plastered itself against the back of my neck, and I watched with absolute horror as my blond captorâs giant hands wrapped a roll of athletic tape around my head, covering my mouth up about a dozen times and sealing his buddyâs old sock in there for good measure.
Satisfied with the fact that their unwilling quarry was now helplessly bound up and silenced, the oafish brutes spent a few minutes taunting me and telling me how they were gonna turn me into their bitch for the rest of the week.
I grunted, coughed and cried out, feeling both violated and betrayed.
The two studs then lifted me up off the ground and placed my hogtied body in the back of the cluttered Jeep, right onto the floor behind their front seats.
I literally had heavy duffle bags and camping gear lying all around me and on top of me.
No place to move, completely helpless, unable to call for help or even warn my girlfriend that I was gonna miss our date.
Tears ran down my face, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldnât break free or squirm my way outta their damnable knots.
The back door was slammed shut.
My freedom was taken away.
Nick got in the front passenger seat and Brad got in the driverâs seat.
And then we were off, just like that.
The Alphas, or rather, Master Nick and Master Brad as they both liked to be called, sat in front and spent the ride enjoying each otherâs company. I, on the other hand, was left trussed up in the back, restrained against my will and gagged with my most hated rivalâs heavily-worn, unwashed sock.
It was a five-hour long drive up to his isolated country cabin, and all I could do was just lie there, contemplate the seriousness of my predicament, and wonder what being their âbitch for the weekâ would actually entail.
That day changed everything and helped shape the course of my life for years to come.
The kidnapping resulted in my becoming something of a lesser man, and initiated a chain of events that led me down this spiraling path of full-fledged submission.
My name is Steven, and this is my story.
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