HANGING IN SUSPENSE - CHAPTER 1
18+ Consensual Kidnapping, Some Sexual Content
It was a hot Saturday morning in August, about three weeks before the start of the new school year. Alexander and Constantine were trying to figure out how to entertain themselves.
Both lads were heading into their second year of university. Being friends and neighbours since kindergarten, the two were essentially inseparable, despite attending different schools. Constantine, who was a couple of months younger than his friend, just had his 19th birthday, making him an adult in the most important sense. Now that the festivities were over, and he won’t be back at his summer job until Monday, Constantine was feeling incredibly bored.
After having breakfast together, Alexander and Constantine sank into the living room sofa and turned on YouTube as they sipped on their morning coffee. Alexander had the entire house for himself since Thursday - his parents were out on a trip - so naturally, he invited his best friend for an extended sleepover. Even though Alexander was gay and Constantine supposedly wasn’t - the boys spent so much time together even their parents began to assume they were dating.
Normally, Alexander became completely absorbed in whatever movie he was watching. However, this morning he found himself distracted. He kept glancing at his friend - comfortably clad in a pair of gym shorts and a tank top - and couldn’t stop thinking how handsome he looked. In fact, he found Constantine much more intriguing than the movie, which failed to capture his interest.
“What?” Constantine looked at him, smiling.
“What, ‘what’?” Alexander responded, mockingly. “I was just watching the video!”
Constantine scoffed. He knew what was going on. He secretly enjoyed his friend’s no-so-secret ogling. While Alexander wasn’t exactly subtle, Constantine never felt uncomfortable around him; his friend always respected his space. Which was very strange, since he recently confided his liking for bondage. Instead of being freaked out, Constantine totally bought into his fantasies and even partook in one several weeks earlier. After all, he knew he wouldn't feel comfortable telling any of the girls he's been dating about his dirty little secret. He could trust his best friend, though.
Now, they were constantly watching videos with bondage scenes nonstop. This included “magic” escapes, fake kidnappings, guys in peril, and so on. Despite having only dated girls, nearly all the videos featured young men as the victims, and Constantine found them very exciting. Not in a sexual way - at least that’s what he told himself - although he couldn’t deny thoroughly enjoyed tying up his best friend in the shed and teasing him!
After the tenth or eleventh video, Alexander closed his computer and looked at his friend. “Let’s do it.” He said.
“Do what? Tie each other up?” asked Constantine.
“Nope! Let’s get kidnapped. You know you wanted to it for a long time!”
Constantine gulped and did his best to stifle the growing bulge in his shorts, knowing his friend is going to notice right away.
“A consensual kidnapping? Like the one we just watched?”
“Yup! You said you’d be comfortable with the idea -“
“But how?” Constantine jumped in.
“Remember Uncle Hunter? Guy would absolutely love the idea of kidnapping us together!”
Uncle Hunter was not actually Alexander’s uncle, but rather an older gay man he met online to whom he referred as an uncle. When they met in person, Hunter has proven to be far less creepy than previously anticipated - treating Alexander courteously and never pushing him beyond his comfort zone. However, their online chats have been peppered with rather hardcore fantasies that Constantine found deeply unsettling, despite (and perhaps because of) Alexander’s insistence that the were entirely consensual.
“Dude, that guy is a complete creep-o…”
“You’re just saying that because he’s an older gay dude. Would you say that about me when I’m old too?"
Constantine scoffed. “That’s not it, and you know it. Do you wanna end up in tomorrow’s ‘missing’ page?”
“If he was a serial killer, don’t you think he would’ve killed me by now?” asked Alexander.
“It doesn’t work like that, stupid. That weirdo is probably grooming you for something.”
“Well, you’re not entirely wrong. He does call me ‘Nephew’.”
“God, that’s gross!”
Alexander giggled, the way he only did when nervously trying to make light of an awkward situation. “I figured you’d say that…well, you’re entitled to your opinion.”
“So you’re not gonna do it?”
“Well, obviously I’m not doing it without you, Connie.” Constantine was slightly irked by the way his friend said his name. He also figured that Alexander was using reverse psychology - sure, he wasn’t going to push him into anything; Alex was not like that. But he knew that Constantine developed a fetish for bondage scenarios - and he only felt comfortable sharing with his best friend, regardless of sexual orientation. He was also nineteen, it was summertime and he had literally zero responsibilities, so if he was going to try making his fantasy come true, now would have been a good time!
Constantine looked sheepishly at his friend, pouting his lips slightly. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?”
“I shouldn’t have called you stupid. After all, I don’t know anything about this guy, but you do.”
Alexander waved his hand dismissively. “No worries. Our ‘relationship’ is a little weird, if you wanna call it that.”
“Have you guys had sex yet?”
“What?! Ew!” Alexander looked taken aback. “I have standards, asshole!”
Constantine shrugged innocently. “I’m just asking questions. So what have you done?”
Alexander looked away. “we went out to dinner, walked in the park, I let him kiss me a few times…we’re not in a relationship.”
Constantine nodded. “Interesting. And he knows about your fetish?”
“Yup. He says he’s a ‘Dom’, has an entire dungeon in his basement. Showed me pictures; place looks pretty hardcore.”
Constantine stifled a gasp when Alexander mentioned the “dungeon”. He was legitimately intrigued, but also worried. There were so many things that could go wrong with this scenario, but at the same time, he knew Alexander for well over a decade and generally trusted his judgment. Despite being more wildly imaginative, Alexander was not entirely reckless. Besides, Constantine suddenly found himself really wanting to meet this Uncle Hunter. There was something oddly enticing about the wrongness of this relationship, Constantine couldn’t help but feel very curious.
“He sounds right up your alley, ‘girl’!”
“You mean, right up YOUR alley? Don’t kid yourself!” Alexander responded without missing a beat.
Constantine blushed. He felt himself shaking in anticipation.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he asked.
“I dunno, what are you thinking?”
Constantine took a deep breath. “I wanna get kidnapped with you.”
Alexander smiled. “Ha I knew it! Alright let me call the guy.”
Alexander called Uncle Hunter on his speaker. Within less than one ringtone, a deep baritone voice answered: “Hello?”
“Hi Uncle Hunter, it’s me, Alex!”
Uncle Hunter chuckled gruffly. “Well hello, Nephew! Are you having a good weekend?”
“Sure am, how about you?”
“I can’t complain, I got my friend Gerard with me, don’t think I told you about him.”
“Your ‘friend’, Gerard?”
“Yes, we go a long way.” Alexander knew at this point that what he meant was “we used to have all sorts of fun, and still do occasionally".
“Ooh that’s funny, because I got a friend over, too. Remember I told you about my bestie, Constantine?”
“The straight cutie from the swim team? Yes, I remember. He’s here with you?!”
Constantine felt himself blushing as Alexander nudged him to say something. “Hello, sir, it’s nice to meet you.”
Uncle Hunter chuckled again. “Sir? You are too polite. Just call me Uncle Hunter, son.”
Feeling mildly uncomfortable by the invitation, he didn’t respond. “What are you boys doing right now?”
“We are home alone, Uncle.” Alexander responded. Silence on both ends.
Uncle Hunter finally broke the silence. “I…see. I really hope you boys are not misbehaving!”
“Actually…we’ve been pretty naughty, Uncle.” Said Alexander with a suggestive edge in his voice. “We were looking at videos of guys getting tied up.”
“Dude!” Constantine nudged him to stop.
Uncle Hunter chuckled again, a bit more menacingly this time. “Uh oh, why are you guys looking that up? I think you should be tied up just for telling me all this!”
Alexander smiled. “I think so too! What are you gonna do about it?”
“Alex! What the hell?” Constantine nudged him again.
“That depends. What do you want me to do about it?”
“You know where I live. Wanna come over and kidnap both of us? I know you’ve been thinking about it.”
Uncle Hunter remained silent for a few seconds. He finally responded: “I think we all know the answer to that. Give us a few hours, we will be there.”
The line disconnected.
“We?” asked Constantine.
“Guess he’s bringing his friend with him? It’s only fair, there are two of us,” Alexander responded, barely capable to hide the shaking in his voice.
It was really happening…they just arranged their own kidnapping.
TO BE CONTINUED
Hanging in Suspense (M/M)
Hanging in Suspense (M/M)
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I love this whole concept. I’m really curious about this Uncle Hunter and what his plans for Alex and now Constantine are. Like Constantine pointed out, he may be grooming Alex so he may push those lines especially with both of them kidnapped.
Can’t wait for the next chapter!
Can’t wait for the next chapter!
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What an intriguing start! The title alone caught my attention, I really like Constantine and Alexander as characters, although I can’t wait to see what happens to them next
Keep up the good work!
Keep up the good work!
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Excellent Start
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Great start
Excellent concept, with Gerard as the wild card.
I'm looking forward to wherever you choose to take this.
I'm looking forward to wherever you choose to take this.
Great start! I just hope Alex and Constantine aren't getting in over their head!
Very intriguing start! Hoep to read how the situation will develop soon 
Thank you everyone for your positive feedback! I didn't expect to have that much support for this story. This is very encouraging. 
HANGING IN SUSPENSE - CHAPTER 2
He was to show up in the driveway 5:00 pm. He would be driving a black minivan - because of course a kidnapper drives a minivan. And he would be wearing a leather jacket and black jeans, despite it being 30 C outside.
Alexander and Constantine passed the day playing Mario Kart, going on a bike ride, alternating between about five different movies before finally settling on The Expendable 3 which was mediocre at best, but just intriguing enough to keep their mind off the kidnapping. The entire day, their heartbeat alternated between “higher than usual” and “I just ran a marathon”, so anxious were they about the situation they got themselves in. However, neither one of them wanted to back down.
At 5:01 pm, the doorbell rang. Alexander turned off the TV, but neither one of them got up. The doorbell rang again.
“Should I go get it?” asked Constantine.
“It’s ok, I’ll go,” Alexander said as he breathed heavily. He looked at himself in the mirror and fixed his slightly shaggy hair - because of course, he wanted to look good for his kidnapper - and opened the door.
Last time Alexander saw Uncle Hunter was about two months earlier; he was clean-shaven back then. Now he had a a thick, but neat salt-and-pepper beard that made him look both distinguished and intimidating. His black leather jacket crackled slightly as he moved his hand to take off his sunglasses, showing his twinkling bright blue eyes. He was about fifty-ish, with a completely bald head and an established yet very dominant aura.
Gerard was about a decade younger and several inches taller and more built than Uncle Hunter. He also had a shaved head, but instead of a full beard, he had a mean-looking goatee. He wore a short sleeved black t-shirtless that showed off his very muscular arms, and his ice-cold blue eyes squinted intensely against the afternoon sun. He looked like a bouncer straight out of the Gay Village, thought Alexander.
“Alex!” said Uncle Hunter with feigned surprise. “It’s so good to see you again. I believe this is the first time you’re meeting my friend, Gerard.”
Gerard nodded quietly.
“He loves sexy twink boys like you, so I hope you don’t mind him.”
“N…no, of course not,” Alexander responded, though he could already feel his voice shaking. “Come on in.”
“Ah, you must be Constantine. You are even cuter than I imagined!”
Constantine felt himself blushing at the compliment, and did not respond. Uncle Hunter laughed.
“You too, Alex Boy, looking gorgeous as usual. The long hair is really growing nicely!” Alexander’s wavy, dark brown hair now reached down to his earlobes, and it was neatly parted in the middle like a 90s boy band singer. Constantine’s jet black hair was much shorter in comparison, but with a slight bounce at the front that contrasted with the cropped sides.
“Thank you, Uncle Hunter. Longest it’s been in years! I plan to keep it for the summer,” Alexander said as he arrogantly pulled his hair back.
Uncle Hunter smiled. “I hope it doesn’t get in the way when you go swimming.”
“Speaking of swimming…” said Gerard, “I bet you two look sooooo hot in your tight swimsuits. Am I right?”
At this point, Constantine felt his shorts bulge slightly. Even though he was not attracted to either man in the slightest, the idea of being ogled by them while nearly naked was shocking arousing. After all, he was always an exhibitionist. Male, female, or other, it didn’t matter who was checking him out!
“We can go change, if you want us to get in our speedos,” Alexander suggested, as if it was a completely normal request. “We actually just did a team shave!” He pointed out his tanned, muscular legs, perfectly smooth under his blue shorts.
Clearly, Uncle Hunter approved of what he saw. He was smiling even more widely at the thought of those handsome, hairless young men stripping to nothing but swimsuits that covered almost nothing, and basically offering themselves to him, to be tied up and taken away like a beautiful gift! As restless as Uncle Hunter was getting, he gave Gerard a look that said “patience, my friend. They will soon be ours.”
“Please, take your time and go change, we’d love to see you model your speedos,” he nodded. Alexander gave him a cheeky smile, grabbed his friend’s arm and headed upstairs to change. When they were out of eyesight, Gerard opened his backpack and looked at its contents - zip ties, coils of rope, silver duct tape, and two pairs of blackout goggles. He couldn’t wait to use them on those hunks!
Meanwhile, Alexander ran to his bedroom, removed his white t-shirt, shorts and CK briefs, and picked what he considered to be his “sexiest” swimsuit - a bright red, Arena Santamarias brief with a super tight fit. He has only worn it once in public and felt they were too “scandalous”, and now he was about to wear it again.
As soon he placed his legs between the panel of shiny, stretchy fabric, Alexander felt himself getting rock hard. Even after having worn speedos for as long as he has, there was nothing he could do to control the waves of teenage horniness that were causing his penis to literally pulsate. Well, looks like he’s going to have to wear his tightest speedo with a full erection. He pulled up the waistband of his speedo and adjusted his throbbing bulge. He took a moment to enjoy the silky sensation of the fabric against his privates; it was even more arousing than being simply naked, and the bright red colour was definitely pulling attention down there. The speedo also had drawstrings at the front for increased closure; he pulled the strings sharply and tied them as tightly as he could. He adjusted himself once again, feeling up his rock-hard bulge.
To complete the look, Alexander included a matching red swim cap, which he pulled down over his ears. He looked at himself in the mirror.
“Damn,” he said quietly. The speedo was so narrow, it would have shown some of his pubic hair, had he not shaved it all first.
His sculpted buttocks were perfectly contoured, the speedo acting more as an enhancer rather than a protective layer.
“Time to check up on Connie.”
He left his bedroom and headed to the bathroom across the hall, where Constantine was changing. “Are you all right there, buddy?”
“Yup, just give me a second!”
A moment later, Constantine comes out wearing a bright yellow Speedo brief and a deep blue swim cap. His very sizeable bulge was pointing rightward, the ultra tight suit doing absolutely nothing to conceal its girth. Like his friend, his muscular chest and legs were completely smooth, glistening and slippery from the moisturizing cream he just applied on himself. Alexander knew his friend was well endowed, having checked him out multiple times in the locker room, but it was very clear he was also aroused by this entire situation.
“How do I look?” asked Constantine, smiling.
“Like a total fuck boy,” responded Alexander, resulting in a friendly punch from his friend.
“Nah, you’re right. I feel like a total porn star. Don’t think I’ll ever wear your speedos again, Alex.”
“You know you will. Now let’s go downstairs.”
“Oh…my…goodness…” Uncle Hunter proclaimed when the boys came walking down the stairs. “You’re even hotter than I anticipated.” Gerard smiled gleefully.
“Thanks, Uncle,” said Alexander coyly, pouting.
The older men walked closer, inspecting the swimmers in their outfits. Hands came up, feeling up naked skin, fondling, caressing, and grunting approvingly.
Constantine felt the throbbing erection in his yellow speedo was betraying the feelings of dread over being touched by those older men. Part of him kept saying this is wrong, yet he felt either he couldn’t move away, or he actually wanted this continue. No girl or woman has ever admired his body the way Uncle Hunter and Gerard were doing right now. Yes, he was being sexually objectified, but why did it feel so good?
“You are a beautiful young man, did anyone ever tell you that?” Gerard said quietly to Constantine.
“...Not like that…” he responded, feeling embarrassed. Gerard smiled.
He opened his backpack and revealed its contents, causing the boys to breathe heavily.
“Turn around,” said Uncle Hunter gruffly, pulling their hands behind their backs, right over their buttocks. Zip ties were pulled around their hands, binding them together. To make sure they couldn’t break free, duct tape was wrapped around their fingers. They also had rope and tape wrapped around their shins, causing them to hobble.
Uncle Hunter and Gerard helped the swimmers walk outside, where their van was waiting for them with the backseats pulled down. There were few pedestrians in the streets, and the property had enough privacy that nobody noticed there were two teenage boys in tight swimming outfits being tied up and led to a van by a pair of older men. Once they reached the van, they were told to sit in the trunk.
“Now what?” asked Constantine defiantly. His question was rewarded with a round of duct tape was pulled several times around his capped head.
“Quiet. Kidnapped boys don’t get to talk.”
“Mmmmppp!” Constantine protested, causing everyone, including Alexander, to become very aroused. He knew he would be next.
And just as he imagined, Uncle Hunter pulled several rounds of duct tape around his lower face, effectively silencing him.
“Mm, you look even sexier with your mouth gagged,” he said approvingly. He landed a soft kiss on the boy’s gagged lips, and then took out the goggles.
They looked like regular swim goggles, but little did Alexander know they were actually blackout goggles. Once they were pulled on his eyes, he could not see absolutely anything! Now plunged into darkness, the boys were laid side by side on their stomachs, bare skin itching against the rough van floor. Several straps were pulled around them to keep their bodies from moving around. Alexander felt himself involuntarily grinding against the floor, which resulted in Uncle Hunter roughly pulling his hands aside and giving his buttocks a hard swat.
“Don’t do it, boy,” he rasped threateningly. “I don’t want your spunk all over my van.” Alexander breathed heavily in response to the unexpected spank.
“Are you going to control yourself?”
“Mm-hmm!” Alexander moaned into his gag.
Uncle Hunter patted his speedo-covered buttocks in response. “Good boy.” And on that note, he closed the doors and took the driver’s seat, revved the engine and left the house with the captive swimmers moaning and groaning in the back.
It was a 20-25 minute drive to Uncle Hunter’s house, but for Alexander and Constantine, who were effectively tied up, gagged and blindfolded, not knowing where they were heading, the drive seemed much longer.
TO BE CONTINUED
HANGING IN SUSPENSE - CHAPTER 2
He was to show up in the driveway 5:00 pm. He would be driving a black minivan - because of course a kidnapper drives a minivan. And he would be wearing a leather jacket and black jeans, despite it being 30 C outside.
Alexander and Constantine passed the day playing Mario Kart, going on a bike ride, alternating between about five different movies before finally settling on The Expendable 3 which was mediocre at best, but just intriguing enough to keep their mind off the kidnapping. The entire day, their heartbeat alternated between “higher than usual” and “I just ran a marathon”, so anxious were they about the situation they got themselves in. However, neither one of them wanted to back down.
At 5:01 pm, the doorbell rang. Alexander turned off the TV, but neither one of them got up. The doorbell rang again.
“Should I go get it?” asked Constantine.
“It’s ok, I’ll go,” Alexander said as he breathed heavily. He looked at himself in the mirror and fixed his slightly shaggy hair - because of course, he wanted to look good for his kidnapper - and opened the door.
Last time Alexander saw Uncle Hunter was about two months earlier; he was clean-shaven back then. Now he had a a thick, but neat salt-and-pepper beard that made him look both distinguished and intimidating. His black leather jacket crackled slightly as he moved his hand to take off his sunglasses, showing his twinkling bright blue eyes. He was about fifty-ish, with a completely bald head and an established yet very dominant aura.
Gerard was about a decade younger and several inches taller and more built than Uncle Hunter. He also had a shaved head, but instead of a full beard, he had a mean-looking goatee. He wore a short sleeved black t-shirtless that showed off his very muscular arms, and his ice-cold blue eyes squinted intensely against the afternoon sun. He looked like a bouncer straight out of the Gay Village, thought Alexander.
“Alex!” said Uncle Hunter with feigned surprise. “It’s so good to see you again. I believe this is the first time you’re meeting my friend, Gerard.”
Gerard nodded quietly.
“He loves sexy twink boys like you, so I hope you don’t mind him.”
“N…no, of course not,” Alexander responded, though he could already feel his voice shaking. “Come on in.”
“Ah, you must be Constantine. You are even cuter than I imagined!”
Constantine felt himself blushing at the compliment, and did not respond. Uncle Hunter laughed.
“You too, Alex Boy, looking gorgeous as usual. The long hair is really growing nicely!” Alexander’s wavy, dark brown hair now reached down to his earlobes, and it was neatly parted in the middle like a 90s boy band singer. Constantine’s jet black hair was much shorter in comparison, but with a slight bounce at the front that contrasted with the cropped sides.
“Thank you, Uncle Hunter. Longest it’s been in years! I plan to keep it for the summer,” Alexander said as he arrogantly pulled his hair back.
Uncle Hunter smiled. “I hope it doesn’t get in the way when you go swimming.”
“Speaking of swimming…” said Gerard, “I bet you two look sooooo hot in your tight swimsuits. Am I right?”
At this point, Constantine felt his shorts bulge slightly. Even though he was not attracted to either man in the slightest, the idea of being ogled by them while nearly naked was shocking arousing. After all, he was always an exhibitionist. Male, female, or other, it didn’t matter who was checking him out!
“We can go change, if you want us to get in our speedos,” Alexander suggested, as if it was a completely normal request. “We actually just did a team shave!” He pointed out his tanned, muscular legs, perfectly smooth under his blue shorts.
Clearly, Uncle Hunter approved of what he saw. He was smiling even more widely at the thought of those handsome, hairless young men stripping to nothing but swimsuits that covered almost nothing, and basically offering themselves to him, to be tied up and taken away like a beautiful gift! As restless as Uncle Hunter was getting, he gave Gerard a look that said “patience, my friend. They will soon be ours.”
“Please, take your time and go change, we’d love to see you model your speedos,” he nodded. Alexander gave him a cheeky smile, grabbed his friend’s arm and headed upstairs to change. When they were out of eyesight, Gerard opened his backpack and looked at its contents - zip ties, coils of rope, silver duct tape, and two pairs of blackout goggles. He couldn’t wait to use them on those hunks!
Meanwhile, Alexander ran to his bedroom, removed his white t-shirt, shorts and CK briefs, and picked what he considered to be his “sexiest” swimsuit - a bright red, Arena Santamarias brief with a super tight fit. He has only worn it once in public and felt they were too “scandalous”, and now he was about to wear it again.
As soon he placed his legs between the panel of shiny, stretchy fabric, Alexander felt himself getting rock hard. Even after having worn speedos for as long as he has, there was nothing he could do to control the waves of teenage horniness that were causing his penis to literally pulsate. Well, looks like he’s going to have to wear his tightest speedo with a full erection. He pulled up the waistband of his speedo and adjusted his throbbing bulge. He took a moment to enjoy the silky sensation of the fabric against his privates; it was even more arousing than being simply naked, and the bright red colour was definitely pulling attention down there. The speedo also had drawstrings at the front for increased closure; he pulled the strings sharply and tied them as tightly as he could. He adjusted himself once again, feeling up his rock-hard bulge.
To complete the look, Alexander included a matching red swim cap, which he pulled down over his ears. He looked at himself in the mirror.
“Damn,” he said quietly. The speedo was so narrow, it would have shown some of his pubic hair, had he not shaved it all first.
His sculpted buttocks were perfectly contoured, the speedo acting more as an enhancer rather than a protective layer.
“Time to check up on Connie.”
He left his bedroom and headed to the bathroom across the hall, where Constantine was changing. “Are you all right there, buddy?”
“Yup, just give me a second!”
A moment later, Constantine comes out wearing a bright yellow Speedo brief and a deep blue swim cap. His very sizeable bulge was pointing rightward, the ultra tight suit doing absolutely nothing to conceal its girth. Like his friend, his muscular chest and legs were completely smooth, glistening and slippery from the moisturizing cream he just applied on himself. Alexander knew his friend was well endowed, having checked him out multiple times in the locker room, but it was very clear he was also aroused by this entire situation.
“How do I look?” asked Constantine, smiling.
“Like a total fuck boy,” responded Alexander, resulting in a friendly punch from his friend.
“Nah, you’re right. I feel like a total porn star. Don’t think I’ll ever wear your speedos again, Alex.”
“You know you will. Now let’s go downstairs.”
“Oh…my…goodness…” Uncle Hunter proclaimed when the boys came walking down the stairs. “You’re even hotter than I anticipated.” Gerard smiled gleefully.
“Thanks, Uncle,” said Alexander coyly, pouting.
The older men walked closer, inspecting the swimmers in their outfits. Hands came up, feeling up naked skin, fondling, caressing, and grunting approvingly.
Constantine felt the throbbing erection in his yellow speedo was betraying the feelings of dread over being touched by those older men. Part of him kept saying this is wrong, yet he felt either he couldn’t move away, or he actually wanted this continue. No girl or woman has ever admired his body the way Uncle Hunter and Gerard were doing right now. Yes, he was being sexually objectified, but why did it feel so good?
“You are a beautiful young man, did anyone ever tell you that?” Gerard said quietly to Constantine.
“...Not like that…” he responded, feeling embarrassed. Gerard smiled.
He opened his backpack and revealed its contents, causing the boys to breathe heavily.
“Turn around,” said Uncle Hunter gruffly, pulling their hands behind their backs, right over their buttocks. Zip ties were pulled around their hands, binding them together. To make sure they couldn’t break free, duct tape was wrapped around their fingers. They also had rope and tape wrapped around their shins, causing them to hobble.
Uncle Hunter and Gerard helped the swimmers walk outside, where their van was waiting for them with the backseats pulled down. There were few pedestrians in the streets, and the property had enough privacy that nobody noticed there were two teenage boys in tight swimming outfits being tied up and led to a van by a pair of older men. Once they reached the van, they were told to sit in the trunk.
“Now what?” asked Constantine defiantly. His question was rewarded with a round of duct tape was pulled several times around his capped head.
“Quiet. Kidnapped boys don’t get to talk.”
“Mmmmppp!” Constantine protested, causing everyone, including Alexander, to become very aroused. He knew he would be next.
And just as he imagined, Uncle Hunter pulled several rounds of duct tape around his lower face, effectively silencing him.
“Mm, you look even sexier with your mouth gagged,” he said approvingly. He landed a soft kiss on the boy’s gagged lips, and then took out the goggles.
They looked like regular swim goggles, but little did Alexander know they were actually blackout goggles. Once they were pulled on his eyes, he could not see absolutely anything! Now plunged into darkness, the boys were laid side by side on their stomachs, bare skin itching against the rough van floor. Several straps were pulled around them to keep their bodies from moving around. Alexander felt himself involuntarily grinding against the floor, which resulted in Uncle Hunter roughly pulling his hands aside and giving his buttocks a hard swat.
“Don’t do it, boy,” he rasped threateningly. “I don’t want your spunk all over my van.” Alexander breathed heavily in response to the unexpected spank.
“Are you going to control yourself?”
“Mm-hmm!” Alexander moaned into his gag.
Uncle Hunter patted his speedo-covered buttocks in response. “Good boy.” And on that note, he closed the doors and took the driver’s seat, revved the engine and left the house with the captive swimmers moaning and groaning in the back.
It was a 20-25 minute drive to Uncle Hunter’s house, but for Alexander and Constantine, who were effectively tied up, gagged and blindfolded, not knowing where they were heading, the drive seemed much longer.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Excellent
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I wonder what Uncle Hunter has planned for the two horned up men. Please continue this, this is great.
It's great to see Constantine getting into it more! The blackout swimming goggles were a nice and thematic touch! Looking forward to what Hunter and Gerard have planned!
Dang that was a perfect part two. I’m curious if they will keep their word or actually go all out kidnapping. Either way I’m in love with this story, can’t wait for the next post!
Constantine is a very, um, open-minded heterosexual guy. He may not be attracted at all to some middle-aged, hairy, bald gay dudes, but he just loves having his body admired, doesn't matter by who. Not to mention he is one kinky mofo.
Alexander on the other hand is totally gay and into the whole "Uncle" thing. He is also super submissive with hints of brattiness. Kind of like me.
I'm so glad you're enjoying the story! As for what Uncle Hunter and Gerard have planned, let's just say it will be very intense.
[mention]amcp[/mention] great story, I hope Constantine's horizons are about to be broadened, and I am looking forward to the two boys finding out exactly what they've let themselves in for. In some respects I guess that when they find out it will be just as well that they're securely restrained!
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Oh this a hot story can't wait for the next chapter. Soon to be told how the lads will be secured for their short or long stay
HANGING IN SUSPENSE - CHAPTER 3
During the entire ride, Alexander and Constantine were battling their restraints, trying to loosen them but to no avail. The straps kept both boys in position so they were unable to roll over their backs. While they could have potentially broken free of the zip ties if they were standing up - having their arms bound behind their backs with additional tape all over, and of course being blindfolded made their job much more difficult.
And in Alexander’s case - the constant grinding of his speedo-clad erection against the rough van floor made it impossible to concentrate on anything else! Every few minutes, Alexander had to catch his breath and slow down in order to avoid cumming all over. Despite (or perhaps because of) how scared he was feeling, he was also relentlessly horny, his penis and balls painfully hard with no chance of relaxation. His smooth skin was glistening with sweat, despite the A/C being on full force (it was a hot day, and the kidnappers didn’t want their captive to suffer that much). And right next to him, he could hear his friend grunting sexily while in the same predicament, his pheromone-soaked sweat invading Alexander’s nostrils and pushing his arousal into overdrive.
When they finally arrived at their destination, Alexander heard the doors open behind them. It was then that he remembered how vulnerable he was.
“Mmm, look at those nice asses!” Said Uncle Hunter mockingly. Indeed, any passerby would’ve agreed - the swimmers’ perfectly sculpted butts looked fantastic in their tight red and yellow speedos. Constantine whimpered at the thought of those older men admiring his buttocks, which caused Gerard to chuckle approvingly.
“When I count to 3,” he said in a low voice, “I want you both to tighten your asses. Are you ready? 1…2…3…”
Alexander and Constantine have been well coached by years of swimming. Immediately upon hearing “three”, the swimmers pressed their glutes together, causing them to harden.
“Awwwww…fuck!” Gerard groaned. Those two hotties had the best-looking butts he has seen in a long time! He gently caressed the smooth fabric that was barely protecting their rear ends, enjoying the fact that there was nothing they could do to stop him. For a split second, he had the urge to violently rip off those ultra-tight speedos and have his despicable way with either one. However, he managed to control himself.
“Alright boys, you can relax,” he said as he helped them into an upright position. Both Alexander and Constantine were spotting massive erections, their tight speedos highlighting rather than hiding them. Uncle Hunter teased the boys for being so horny, causing Constantine to groan into his gag in protest.
Gerard chuckled. “For a boy who claims to be straight, you sure enjoy the company of men!” Constantine groaned again. His boner was completely involuntary; the combination of wearing a ball-crushingly tight speedo, being tied up, gagged, blindfolded, and taken away - it was simply a hot scenario. He would’ve prepared to be kidnapped by two sexy, leather-clad women instead - but as he discovered earlier on, men were just that much more willing to do it to him.
Uncle Hunter and Gerard helped the boys walked slowly inside their house (their feet were still bound together) and down the basement stairs. Uncle Hunter held on to his “nephew”, making sure he won’t lose his balance. Trying to walk down stairs while tied and blindfolded was not exactly a safe option, but he wanted to let the boy know that he could trust him.
“Mmmmm…” Alexander whimpered as he blindly placed his foot down.
“It’s ok, nephew, I got you. You’re good. Keep walking.” Uncle Hunter gently held on to his young captive, making sure he did not lose his balance. Alexander was fully counting on him to lead the way. Without Uncle Hunter, he would’ve been completely helpless.
Once they reached the bottom step, the blackout goggles were removed from the boys’ eyes and the duct tape gags removed. “Woah…” they said quietly.
The basement walls were all painted bright red, and the cold vinyl floor was sheer black. There was an assortment of black leather, latex and metal accessories hanging from the walls - some whips, paddles, various masks, ropes, and other items that neither Alexander nor Constantine could identify. A hoist system with several pulleys was positioned on the far corner of the dungeon. There was also a padded leather bench and what looked like wooden stocks right in front of them.
“Sweet mother of Jesus…” Alexander muttered.
“Yes, we are very well equipped,” said Uncle Hunter gleefully. “And we’re going to have fun with you beautiful victims!”
“Um…can I use my safe word now?” asked Constantine.
Uncle Gerard laughed. “Safe word?!” He walked closer to within an inch from Constantine’s face, causing him to back away. “There is no safe word here, boy. That’s the whole point of being kidnapped, in case you geniuses haven’t figured it out. We are going to decide when you had enough judging by your reactions to various stimuli. If you refuse to cooperate with either myself or Master Gerard over here, there will be consequences. Do you understand?”
“Shit,” thought Constantine, “those assholes are totally serious.”
“Now - let’s get started. Who wants the stocks, and who wants the spanking bench? There is no Option C!”
Alexander felt a renewed need to jerk off aggressively, but his hands were still tied up behind his back, so instead he simply breathed heavily as he answered: “The spanking bench, please.”
Uncle Hunter looked at him threateningly. “Alex my Dear Boy, when you’re all tied up like that, you must address me as either ‘Uncle’, or ‘Sir’. You should know that by now!”
Alexander immediately corrected himself. “My apologies, Uncle. I would like to take spanking bench, please. Sir.”
“That’s much better. Connie, I guess you get the stocks!”
“Wait, I didn’t get a chance to choose!” Constantine tried to protest, but to no avail. Their hands were untied for the first time in over half an hour, allowing them the chance to feel some circulation, but then immediately restrained in their respective contraction. Constantine was made to insert his hands and head in the stocks while the top part locked him in so he would be unable to escape. Meanwhile, Alexander was made to lay on the spanking bench and straps were pulled around his torso and legs to prevent him from moving around. As if on cue, he arched his back and stuck out speedo-clad buttocks as much as he could, eliciting a rumble of approval from Uncle Hunter.
Once they were happy with their work, Uncle Hunter and Gerard looked for tools that can be utilized for corporal punishment of the captive boys. Gerard settled on a padded cricket paddle, while Uncle Hunter grabbed what looked like a giant spoon.
“Get your asses ready, boys! It’s time to get initiated!” Gerard yelled.
“No!” Yelled Constantine. “Why are you doing this?”
“This is what you wanted, you little pervert!” He retorted. “And for that, you get an extra spank.”
*THUD*
Constantine groaned, but he tried not to yell in pain.
“Arch your back, boy, and raise your tight ass so I can spank you better!”
No response.
*THUD*
“I’m not going to ask you twice! Take a cue from your boyfriend and arch your back, you little Speedo Slut!”
Constantine felt tears starting to form in his eyes as he complied, further exposing his most vulnerable parts. He has never felt this helpless and humiliated, yet much to his chagrin, when looking down at his front, he realized that his cock was fully hardened by this ongoing abuse. As much as he wanted to turn around and punch this creepy old geezer - he was really enjoying the situation, and his skimpy swimsuit made it quite obvious.
“Ow!” Yelled Alexander. “Uncle Hunter, why are spanking me so hard?!”
“Because, Alex Boy,” the older man said threateningly, “your cute ass looks so irresistible in those tight little briefs. I’ve been wanting to do this for ages, Alex…after you sent me all those provocative pics of yourself in a speedo, did you really think I was going to let this opportunity fly?”
*THUD*
“Ow!! Please Uncle, I’m your favourite nephew!”
Uncle Hunter chuckled, “you still are my favourite nephew, baby. This is exactly why I’m doing this to you!”
*THUD* *THUD*
“AHHH!” Now it was Alexander’s turn to start crying. Even though he considered himself “very submissive”, he had a surprisingly low pain tolerance coupled with a propensity for crying. Admittedly, Uncle Hunter was not spanking him that hard; Gerard was being far more aggressive on Constantine, yet his reaction was not as intense.The combination of strong sustained sexual arousal and the emotional high of being kidnapped and now spanked by his “Uncle” was simply unprecedented. He has never experienced anything quite like it.
*THUD*
He felt something softer hit his buttocks and squeeze them tightly. It was Uncle Hunter’s bare hand. The thin, smooth speedo offered no protection, and in fact only served to exacerbate the sting. He felt Uncle Hunter pull up his speedo so it showed more of his bare buttock.
“Goddamn it, boy…your ass is almost as red as your speedo!” He said with a satisfied grin.
“Please, Uncle Hunter…” said Alexander rather dramatically. “Let me go. I promise I’ll be a good boy!”
*THUD*
“Ow!!!” He sniffed.
“Now we’re done, boy! I think Master Gerard over here is done initiating your cute friend. We are going to release you now. Promise to do as we say?”
Both boys nodded their heads. Slowly, they were removed from the contraption.
Uncle Hunter grabbed Alexander in his arms and gave him a tight, fatherly hug.
“It’s alright, my boy, you’re ok.” He grabbed the back of his capped head. Almost involuntarily, Alexander hugged the man who just abused his buttocks with a wooden spoon. Despite having a very sore bum, he now felt this incredible attachment to Uncle Hunter. He needed this punishment, and Uncle Hunter knew it.
“You did well, Alex. I know it hurts, but sometimes even a good boy needs a good spanking to be reminded of his place.”
“Yes, Uncle,” said Alexander quietly. He was still hugging the man.
“Would you like some water?”
Only then did he realize how thirsty he was. Constantine was already sipping on a giant glass of ice cold water; even though the room was heavily air conditioned, they were still sweating from all the spanking they received. Alexander was given another glass of water, and he downed half of it in one gulp.
“When you finish drinking, get down on your knees.”
Alexander and Constantine did as instructed.
Gerard and Uncle Hunter took a moment to admire their captives’ athletic good looks before they tied their hands behind their backs once again. Their feet were also tied together tightly, making sure they could not run away.
“Do you like bananas?” asked Gerard. Alexander nodded, Constantine did too, but more tentatively.
“Good. Because each of you will get a banana, but here is what you have to do - you’re not going to eat it.”
“Uh oh…” They knew something sinisterly kinky was about to happen.
“We’re going to slowly shove the banana in your mouth and down your throat, and you are not allowed to bite it. This is a test of your breathing endurance; whoever can hold the banana in place for longer - wins. Got it?”
“Shit…” thought Constantine. It was very clear that there were other skills involved besides simple breath control, and Alexander was clearly the superior player. He was also a little uncomfortable with the idea of having an older gay man shove an entire banana down his throat while he’s on his knees, but alas…
“Are you ready?” they nodded.
“Go!”
Slowly but assertively, Gerard and Uncle Hunter peeled the bananas and pushed them down the swimmers’ mouths, causing them to gag a little bit.
“Keep it going, I wanna see it all the way down to the peel!”
Constantine kept gagging, but he did as instructed. He looked at his friend, who seemed to be much more comfortable with the test; in fact, he was moving his tongue around the banana, pretending it was…
“Mmmmm!” Constantine almost felt his gag reflex keep in. He was trying very hard (pun intended?) not to bite on the banana, but it was literally choking his airway. Are looked at Alexander again. He stably positioned his lips around the base, slightly bobbing his head back and forth…”damn”, he thought…”why the fuck am I getting so turned on?!”
“Wow, Alex, you have truly incredible breath control!” commented Uncle Hunter. Extremely dirty, perverted thoughts flooded his head as the swimmer voluntarily choked on the banana, but refused to either let go or sink his teeth into it. After much gagging, Constantine finally clamped his teeth into the offending fruit and bit off a chunk.
“Oh ouch!” Yelled Gerard. “I think we got a winner!”
Alexander looked at his friend and smiled. Slowly, Uncle Hunter pulled the banana halfway back and allowed him to chew on its sweet flesh. Mmm…the boy sure loved eating his bananas. For the potassium, of course.
“How are you feeling?” asked Gerard. Constantine was coughing a bit, so he let him drink some more water and gave him a soft pat on the head. Like his friend, he was still wearing his stretchy, shiny swim cap. It looked and felt so oddly kinky, like a bondage hood of sorts. Gerard gave himself a mental reminder to go watch him compete someday. Although frankly, having him down here on his knees was also pretty sweet. He loved just how he felt dominating these muscular young men like that. And there was more to come.
“Alright boys, this was pretty intense for you, so I think a break is in order,” said Gerard as he grabbed Alexander roughly. Being the smaller and lighter one, Gerard managed to yank him to his feet. Constantine required more persuasion. However, once both swimmers were standing up, he untied their arms and retied them around the other one’s back, so they were literally hugging each other. Their speedo-clad bulges rubbed against one another as more strapped were added around their bodies. They were also gagged again with duct tape all around their heads. This time, they were not blindfolded - the captors wanted them to look into each other’s eyes as they remained attached.
Uncle Hunter brought out what looked like a gym mattress and slowly laid the boys down on their sides. The mattress was definitely softer than the floor, but this was definitely not a “restful” position. Regardless, Uncle Hunter told them to “get some rest”.
“We’re going to have a beer upstairs, maybe watch some TV, don’t you two go anywhere, got it?” he laughed at his own joke.
“Mmmmm!” Alexander yelled dramatically into his gag. He was definitely overdoing the whole “lad in distress” scenario. “No matter,” thought Uncle Hunter, “he sure looks hot doing it."
He knelt down and gave Alexander a kiss on his forehead. “Try not to move around too much…you don’t wanna cum all over your friend!” And on that warning, he bade the captives farewell and took the stairs.
The light remained on to allow the boys to survey in their new situation, notice all of their surroundings, and to understand that this was far from over…
TO BE CONTINUED
During the entire ride, Alexander and Constantine were battling their restraints, trying to loosen them but to no avail. The straps kept both boys in position so they were unable to roll over their backs. While they could have potentially broken free of the zip ties if they were standing up - having their arms bound behind their backs with additional tape all over, and of course being blindfolded made their job much more difficult.
And in Alexander’s case - the constant grinding of his speedo-clad erection against the rough van floor made it impossible to concentrate on anything else! Every few minutes, Alexander had to catch his breath and slow down in order to avoid cumming all over. Despite (or perhaps because of) how scared he was feeling, he was also relentlessly horny, his penis and balls painfully hard with no chance of relaxation. His smooth skin was glistening with sweat, despite the A/C being on full force (it was a hot day, and the kidnappers didn’t want their captive to suffer that much). And right next to him, he could hear his friend grunting sexily while in the same predicament, his pheromone-soaked sweat invading Alexander’s nostrils and pushing his arousal into overdrive.
When they finally arrived at their destination, Alexander heard the doors open behind them. It was then that he remembered how vulnerable he was.
“Mmm, look at those nice asses!” Said Uncle Hunter mockingly. Indeed, any passerby would’ve agreed - the swimmers’ perfectly sculpted butts looked fantastic in their tight red and yellow speedos. Constantine whimpered at the thought of those older men admiring his buttocks, which caused Gerard to chuckle approvingly.
“When I count to 3,” he said in a low voice, “I want you both to tighten your asses. Are you ready? 1…2…3…”
Alexander and Constantine have been well coached by years of swimming. Immediately upon hearing “three”, the swimmers pressed their glutes together, causing them to harden.
“Awwwww…fuck!” Gerard groaned. Those two hotties had the best-looking butts he has seen in a long time! He gently caressed the smooth fabric that was barely protecting their rear ends, enjoying the fact that there was nothing they could do to stop him. For a split second, he had the urge to violently rip off those ultra-tight speedos and have his despicable way with either one. However, he managed to control himself.
“Alright boys, you can relax,” he said as he helped them into an upright position. Both Alexander and Constantine were spotting massive erections, their tight speedos highlighting rather than hiding them. Uncle Hunter teased the boys for being so horny, causing Constantine to groan into his gag in protest.
Gerard chuckled. “For a boy who claims to be straight, you sure enjoy the company of men!” Constantine groaned again. His boner was completely involuntary; the combination of wearing a ball-crushingly tight speedo, being tied up, gagged, blindfolded, and taken away - it was simply a hot scenario. He would’ve prepared to be kidnapped by two sexy, leather-clad women instead - but as he discovered earlier on, men were just that much more willing to do it to him.
Uncle Hunter and Gerard helped the boys walked slowly inside their house (their feet were still bound together) and down the basement stairs. Uncle Hunter held on to his “nephew”, making sure he won’t lose his balance. Trying to walk down stairs while tied and blindfolded was not exactly a safe option, but he wanted to let the boy know that he could trust him.
“Mmmmm…” Alexander whimpered as he blindly placed his foot down.
“It’s ok, nephew, I got you. You’re good. Keep walking.” Uncle Hunter gently held on to his young captive, making sure he did not lose his balance. Alexander was fully counting on him to lead the way. Without Uncle Hunter, he would’ve been completely helpless.
Once they reached the bottom step, the blackout goggles were removed from the boys’ eyes and the duct tape gags removed. “Woah…” they said quietly.
The basement walls were all painted bright red, and the cold vinyl floor was sheer black. There was an assortment of black leather, latex and metal accessories hanging from the walls - some whips, paddles, various masks, ropes, and other items that neither Alexander nor Constantine could identify. A hoist system with several pulleys was positioned on the far corner of the dungeon. There was also a padded leather bench and what looked like wooden stocks right in front of them.
“Sweet mother of Jesus…” Alexander muttered.
“Yes, we are very well equipped,” said Uncle Hunter gleefully. “And we’re going to have fun with you beautiful victims!”
“Um…can I use my safe word now?” asked Constantine.
Uncle Gerard laughed. “Safe word?!” He walked closer to within an inch from Constantine’s face, causing him to back away. “There is no safe word here, boy. That’s the whole point of being kidnapped, in case you geniuses haven’t figured it out. We are going to decide when you had enough judging by your reactions to various stimuli. If you refuse to cooperate with either myself or Master Gerard over here, there will be consequences. Do you understand?”
“Shit,” thought Constantine, “those assholes are totally serious.”
“Now - let’s get started. Who wants the stocks, and who wants the spanking bench? There is no Option C!”
Alexander felt a renewed need to jerk off aggressively, but his hands were still tied up behind his back, so instead he simply breathed heavily as he answered: “The spanking bench, please.”
Uncle Hunter looked at him threateningly. “Alex my Dear Boy, when you’re all tied up like that, you must address me as either ‘Uncle’, or ‘Sir’. You should know that by now!”
Alexander immediately corrected himself. “My apologies, Uncle. I would like to take spanking bench, please. Sir.”
“That’s much better. Connie, I guess you get the stocks!”
“Wait, I didn’t get a chance to choose!” Constantine tried to protest, but to no avail. Their hands were untied for the first time in over half an hour, allowing them the chance to feel some circulation, but then immediately restrained in their respective contraction. Constantine was made to insert his hands and head in the stocks while the top part locked him in so he would be unable to escape. Meanwhile, Alexander was made to lay on the spanking bench and straps were pulled around his torso and legs to prevent him from moving around. As if on cue, he arched his back and stuck out speedo-clad buttocks as much as he could, eliciting a rumble of approval from Uncle Hunter.
Once they were happy with their work, Uncle Hunter and Gerard looked for tools that can be utilized for corporal punishment of the captive boys. Gerard settled on a padded cricket paddle, while Uncle Hunter grabbed what looked like a giant spoon.
“Get your asses ready, boys! It’s time to get initiated!” Gerard yelled.
“No!” Yelled Constantine. “Why are you doing this?”
“This is what you wanted, you little pervert!” He retorted. “And for that, you get an extra spank.”
*THUD*
Constantine groaned, but he tried not to yell in pain.
“Arch your back, boy, and raise your tight ass so I can spank you better!”
No response.
*THUD*
“I’m not going to ask you twice! Take a cue from your boyfriend and arch your back, you little Speedo Slut!”
Constantine felt tears starting to form in his eyes as he complied, further exposing his most vulnerable parts. He has never felt this helpless and humiliated, yet much to his chagrin, when looking down at his front, he realized that his cock was fully hardened by this ongoing abuse. As much as he wanted to turn around and punch this creepy old geezer - he was really enjoying the situation, and his skimpy swimsuit made it quite obvious.
“Ow!” Yelled Alexander. “Uncle Hunter, why are spanking me so hard?!”
“Because, Alex Boy,” the older man said threateningly, “your cute ass looks so irresistible in those tight little briefs. I’ve been wanting to do this for ages, Alex…after you sent me all those provocative pics of yourself in a speedo, did you really think I was going to let this opportunity fly?”
*THUD*
“Ow!! Please Uncle, I’m your favourite nephew!”
Uncle Hunter chuckled, “you still are my favourite nephew, baby. This is exactly why I’m doing this to you!”
*THUD* *THUD*
“AHHH!” Now it was Alexander’s turn to start crying. Even though he considered himself “very submissive”, he had a surprisingly low pain tolerance coupled with a propensity for crying. Admittedly, Uncle Hunter was not spanking him that hard; Gerard was being far more aggressive on Constantine, yet his reaction was not as intense.The combination of strong sustained sexual arousal and the emotional high of being kidnapped and now spanked by his “Uncle” was simply unprecedented. He has never experienced anything quite like it.
*THUD*
He felt something softer hit his buttocks and squeeze them tightly. It was Uncle Hunter’s bare hand. The thin, smooth speedo offered no protection, and in fact only served to exacerbate the sting. He felt Uncle Hunter pull up his speedo so it showed more of his bare buttock.
“Goddamn it, boy…your ass is almost as red as your speedo!” He said with a satisfied grin.
“Please, Uncle Hunter…” said Alexander rather dramatically. “Let me go. I promise I’ll be a good boy!”
*THUD*
“Ow!!!” He sniffed.
“Now we’re done, boy! I think Master Gerard over here is done initiating your cute friend. We are going to release you now. Promise to do as we say?”
Both boys nodded their heads. Slowly, they were removed from the contraption.
Uncle Hunter grabbed Alexander in his arms and gave him a tight, fatherly hug.
“It’s alright, my boy, you’re ok.” He grabbed the back of his capped head. Almost involuntarily, Alexander hugged the man who just abused his buttocks with a wooden spoon. Despite having a very sore bum, he now felt this incredible attachment to Uncle Hunter. He needed this punishment, and Uncle Hunter knew it.
“You did well, Alex. I know it hurts, but sometimes even a good boy needs a good spanking to be reminded of his place.”
“Yes, Uncle,” said Alexander quietly. He was still hugging the man.
“Would you like some water?”
Only then did he realize how thirsty he was. Constantine was already sipping on a giant glass of ice cold water; even though the room was heavily air conditioned, they were still sweating from all the spanking they received. Alexander was given another glass of water, and he downed half of it in one gulp.
“When you finish drinking, get down on your knees.”
Alexander and Constantine did as instructed.
Gerard and Uncle Hunter took a moment to admire their captives’ athletic good looks before they tied their hands behind their backs once again. Their feet were also tied together tightly, making sure they could not run away.
“Do you like bananas?” asked Gerard. Alexander nodded, Constantine did too, but more tentatively.
“Good. Because each of you will get a banana, but here is what you have to do - you’re not going to eat it.”
“Uh oh…” They knew something sinisterly kinky was about to happen.
“We’re going to slowly shove the banana in your mouth and down your throat, and you are not allowed to bite it. This is a test of your breathing endurance; whoever can hold the banana in place for longer - wins. Got it?”
“Shit…” thought Constantine. It was very clear that there were other skills involved besides simple breath control, and Alexander was clearly the superior player. He was also a little uncomfortable with the idea of having an older gay man shove an entire banana down his throat while he’s on his knees, but alas…
“Are you ready?” they nodded.
“Go!”
Slowly but assertively, Gerard and Uncle Hunter peeled the bananas and pushed them down the swimmers’ mouths, causing them to gag a little bit.
“Keep it going, I wanna see it all the way down to the peel!”
Constantine kept gagging, but he did as instructed. He looked at his friend, who seemed to be much more comfortable with the test; in fact, he was moving his tongue around the banana, pretending it was…
“Mmmmm!” Constantine almost felt his gag reflex keep in. He was trying very hard (pun intended?) not to bite on the banana, but it was literally choking his airway. Are looked at Alexander again. He stably positioned his lips around the base, slightly bobbing his head back and forth…”damn”, he thought…”why the fuck am I getting so turned on?!”
“Wow, Alex, you have truly incredible breath control!” commented Uncle Hunter. Extremely dirty, perverted thoughts flooded his head as the swimmer voluntarily choked on the banana, but refused to either let go or sink his teeth into it. After much gagging, Constantine finally clamped his teeth into the offending fruit and bit off a chunk.
“Oh ouch!” Yelled Gerard. “I think we got a winner!”
Alexander looked at his friend and smiled. Slowly, Uncle Hunter pulled the banana halfway back and allowed him to chew on its sweet flesh. Mmm…the boy sure loved eating his bananas. For the potassium, of course.
“How are you feeling?” asked Gerard. Constantine was coughing a bit, so he let him drink some more water and gave him a soft pat on the head. Like his friend, he was still wearing his stretchy, shiny swim cap. It looked and felt so oddly kinky, like a bondage hood of sorts. Gerard gave himself a mental reminder to go watch him compete someday. Although frankly, having him down here on his knees was also pretty sweet. He loved just how he felt dominating these muscular young men like that. And there was more to come.
“Alright boys, this was pretty intense for you, so I think a break is in order,” said Gerard as he grabbed Alexander roughly. Being the smaller and lighter one, Gerard managed to yank him to his feet. Constantine required more persuasion. However, once both swimmers were standing up, he untied their arms and retied them around the other one’s back, so they were literally hugging each other. Their speedo-clad bulges rubbed against one another as more strapped were added around their bodies. They were also gagged again with duct tape all around their heads. This time, they were not blindfolded - the captors wanted them to look into each other’s eyes as they remained attached.
Uncle Hunter brought out what looked like a gym mattress and slowly laid the boys down on their sides. The mattress was definitely softer than the floor, but this was definitely not a “restful” position. Regardless, Uncle Hunter told them to “get some rest”.
“We’re going to have a beer upstairs, maybe watch some TV, don’t you two go anywhere, got it?” he laughed at his own joke.
“Mmmmm!” Alexander yelled dramatically into his gag. He was definitely overdoing the whole “lad in distress” scenario. “No matter,” thought Uncle Hunter, “he sure looks hot doing it."
He knelt down and gave Alexander a kiss on his forehead. “Try not to move around too much…you don’t wanna cum all over your friend!” And on that warning, he bade the captives farewell and took the stairs.
The light remained on to allow the boys to survey in their new situation, notice all of their surroundings, and to understand that this was far from over…
TO BE CONTINUED
Last edited by amcp 2 years ago, edited 2 times in total.
I love where you taking this story. The spanking scene was very well done and the ending bondage position was great for their “rest”.
Conny is really finding out a lot about himself with this kidnapping. I bet he will figure himself out a lot more as we get more chapters. Can’t wait for the next one
Conny is really finding out a lot about himself with this kidnapping. I bet he will figure himself out a lot more as we get more chapters. Can’t wait for the next one
Stimuli aside, I'm sorry Constantine, but no fully straight man has reactions like that! I'm now convinced that these two swimmers are for sure in over their heads, but at least Constantine will get to explore his feelings in this controlled environment! Can't wait to see what Hunter and Gerard are planning, and how long they are planning on keeping their victims!
Maybe you're right, but is anyone really "fully" anything?gag1195 wrote: ↑2 years ago Stimuli aside, I'm sorry Constantine, but no fully straight man has reactions like that! I'm now convinced that these two swimmers are for sure in over their heads, but at least Constantine will get to explore his feelings in this controlled environment! Can't wait to see what Hunter and Gerard are planning, and how long they are planning on keeping their victims!
I have met my share of "straight" men who have had similar or stronger reactions to Constantine's. Remember, the guy is only 19 and a horny bastard. Unfortunately, I will not have time to do any writing tonight, so the earliest you can expect the next chapter would be tomorrow night. Thank you for reading my story and for your continued support.
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This is great, please continue!
HANGING IN SUSPENSE - CHAPTER 4
The captives remained bound and gagged for an indeterminate amount of time. Even though the basement was cool and they subconsciously agreed not to move around too much, they were still sweating. Constantine was normally pretty good at escaping various ties, having experimented with various escape tricks from a young age. However, this was different. The ropes were far too tight and intricate, and with every movement, Constantine felt an unwelcome tingling sensation as a result of touching his best friend’s nearly naked body. For years, Constantine joked that he was not gay or even bi - but he would consider a proposition from Alexander. Of course, it was never serious - straight boys don’t simply crush on their best friends…yet now, he was getting such an obvious feeling of excitement from being this predicament. What could that possibly mean?
Meanwhile, Alexander was far calmer. He resisted the urged to grind against his friend, knowing full well that the friction between their lycra-covered would result in an immediate accident that his friend may not appreciate. As much as he was enjoying this scenario - after all, the fact that he always wanted to get kidnapped was no secret at this point - he was afraid that perhaps his friend was not enjoying his predicament as much. Constantine could certainly be a little weird about these things.
Constantine’s heavy breathing and occasional grunts of discomfort kept his friend in a permanent stage of arousal.
Neither captive knew exactly how much time passed when their captors came back downstairs, laughing and clearly in good spirits. “Thanks for waiting, boys,” they said jokingly. “Damn, you look good tied up like that.”
“MMMM! MMMPPPP!”
“Alright alright, let’s check up on you first, Alex,” said Gerard as he unwrapped the tape around his head. Alexander’s lips were slightly parched from being gagged for so long.
“Can I please go to the bathroom?” he asked quietly. The captives looked at each other. “You take him,” said Gerard.
“Sure. Take care of the pasty one for me?” replied Uncle Hunter.
“You got it.” He said with a smile. “You need to go?”
“Mm-mm,” Constantine responded through his gag.
“I can’t understand you.” He ripped the tape off his mouth.
Constantine seemed unfazed by the sting of the tape. He responded very calmly. “No, I’m good."
“So that means you’re ready?”
“Yup, let’s do this."
'Ready for what?’ Thought Alexander. ‘What in the world are they planning now?’
Before he could figure what was happened, the captives were separated from each other, their hands retied around their backs. Alexander was led by Uncle Hunter to the bathroom, while Constantine was gagged with duct tape and blindfolded with the blackout goggles once again. Except this time, he was strangely cooperative.
“What are you going to do to him?!” Alexander yelled.
“You’ll see. Now come with me.”
Alexander was led to a small, but clean bathroom and positioned in front of the toilet. He looked at Uncle Hunter quizzically, then looked at his hands. How was he supposed to urinate with his hands tied up?
“Don’t worry, Alex, let Uncle help you,” said Uncle Hunter with a mischievous grin as he fondled the inside of his speedo.
“What are you doing?!” Alexander asked in alarm.
“Just helping out a boy in need,” said the captor as he untied the drawstrings and pulled Alexander’s penis out.
“Now pee.”
“The fuck?!” Alexander said out loud.
“I should punish you for using that kind of language in front of your uncle,” said Uncle Hunter in a more threatening tone.
“Sorry,” Alexander responded meekly and stopped fighting. He felt the older man press down his private member as he evacuated his bladder. It was humiliating seeing just how much control Uncle Hunter had over him. Even more humiliating knowing that Alexander signed up for it, and this old creep is probably getting a huge rush from the entire thing.
“All done,” said Alexander quietly. His penis was now flaccid, but not for much longer.
Before tucking his privates back in his speedo, Uncle Hunter pulled a black silicone ring around them, causing them to swell.
“Is that a cock ring?!” asked Alexander.
“My dear boy, you sure know your toys. Yes, it is a cock and ball ring. Seeing how your little pecker was getting all soft again, I just thought I would offer you a little bit of…help.” Within seconds, Alexander’s cock was fully erect, causing Uncle Hunter to smile in satisfaction. “Mmm yes…you college swimmer boys are always so horny.”
“Ow…” said Alexander softly. “Uncle Hunter, the ring hurts.” His penis was now red and swollen.
“Sh, just breathe. Keep breathing.” said Uncle Hunter as he pulled the slick red speedo over his erect genitals and tied the drawstrings tightly. He gave his bulge a sharp slap just for good measure.
“OW!” Alexander doubled over slightly, feeling his eyes tear up slightly from the sting. Uncle Hunter smiled sadistically.
“Come on Alex boy, let’s go check up on your friend. I bet he is up to no good.”
Alexander was wondering what was going on with Constantine, but he was too afraid to ask any questions. What he was about to see went beyond anything he expected.
When Alexander and Uncle Hunter made their way back to the dungeon, Constantine was nowhere to be seen.
“Where is my friend?” asked Alexander, feeling worried.
Uncle Hunter laughed devilishly. “Right over there!” He pointed to the hoist system. Alexander gasped.
Constantine appeared to be completely wrapped up in a large, sleek black sack, including his face. The sack was tied up over his head, the rope attached to the elaborate hoist system. Multiple rounds of rope were tied tightly around his lower legs, torso, and shoulders. He also had a brown leather collar tied around his neck. Gerard stood next to the bundled victim, clearly satisfied with his work.
“Beautiful, don’t you think?” He asked, sneering.
Alexander felt himself shaking. “He can’t breathe…can he?”
“I thought you swimmers had superhuman lungs!” said Gerard mockingly. “Don’t worry, the bag is breathable. Well, kinda. You will notice that the top of the bag is attached to the hoist system, and as soon as I pull on this lever,” he pointed to a black lever on the side of the contraption, “he will be yanked up in the air!” He laughed.
Constantine shook in response, causing ripples in the sack. He grunted loudly, causing Gerard to grab him tightly as a warning.
“Please…don’t hurt my friend. Take me instead.” Said Alexander quietly.
“Aww, that’s so brave of you, Alex boy,” Uncle Hunter caressed his bare shoulders, “I actually intended to do just that. We’ll hang you side by side!”
Alexander gulped. “No, Uncle Hunter, please…let me go!”
“If I let you go, I can’t make any guarantees about your friend ever getting out!” Constantine let out another stifled moan.
“Why are you doing this to us?” asked Alexander.
“Oh come on, as if you don’t know!” retorted Uncle Hunter. “I remember you told me about this exact same fantasy a couple of months ago, and you practically begged me to do it. I remember the words you used: 'Every good slave boy needs to experience being gagged, bagged and hanged!’ Or something like that. Now that it’s actually happening, are you seriously going to bail out on me and your best friend, who reluctantly agreed to suffer through your perverted little fantasy?”
Alexander looked at the hoist system again. Constantine was writhing within the bound confines of the sack, the ropes showing no sign of loosening. He also noticed a very obvious vertical protrusion on the lower half of his body, right below his torso. He sighed. He looked at Uncle Hunter again, who nodded knowingly. Uncle Hunter gave his bare shoulders another affectionate rub. “What’s it gonna be, Alex boy?”
Alexander sighed. “Okay, let’s do it. Tie me up in the bag.” Gerard beamed.
He grabbed another large black sack, placed it open on the other side of the hoist system and told Alexander to step inside. It looked like the kind of sack a magician might use for an escape trick. The satiny fabric felt cool and tingling against his bare skin. Gerard lifted the sack right up to his shoulders, so only his head remained outside, while Uncle Hunter collected the other blackout goggles, duct tape, and multiple lengths of ropes.
“Alex boy, is there anything you want to say before we seal you up in the bag?” asked Uncle Hunter.
“I’m scared, Uncle Hunter!” he said loudly.
Uncle Hunter put his arms around the captive’s body and gave him a reassuring hug. “You are going to be ok, Alex.”
And with those words, Uncle Hunter tightly wrapped the tape around Alexander’s entire lower face and covered his eyes with the blackout goggles, drowning the young swimmer in darkness before pulling the sack over his head and tying it up. Alexander felt his heart sink in fear as additional ropes were pulled around his shins and tied so tightly, he would’ve fallen over if Uncle Hunter wasn’t holding him up. More ropes were tied around his waist, pressing his hands further onto his back, and about four additional rounds of rope were trussed around his upper torso and shoulders, eliminating any serious upper body movement. He has never been tied up so tightly before. As a finishing touch, he felt the leather collar being tied tightly around his neck, pressing the silky prison closer to his face. Uncle Hunter insisted that he could still breathe, but the mixture of a tight gag, face wrapping and collar was very suffocating.
“Enjoy the ride, Speedo boys!” Shouted Gerard with glee as he pulled on the lever.
It was a very powerful pulley system. Instead of being hoisted up slowly, the captives were immediately raised about three feet in the air. The immediate force caused Alexander to scream into his gag. He felt himself swinging and tried to balance himself, but the soft fabric made it impossible to find a stable footing. Basically, it felt like he was perpetually falling. To make matters worse, his penis was throbbing painfully, but he couldn’t do anything to either alleviate the pressure or give himself some relief. And then, he felt a stinging pain on his backside.
“That’s right bitches, keep swinging!” Gerard and Uncle Hunter took turns whipping the sacks, causing the boys to writhe violently inside. Painful, frightening, humiliating…yet shockingly sexy. Alexander couldn’t help but feel that tingling sensation he only developed right before a very intense orgasm. The men’s sadistic laughter acted as a cruel reminder to Alexander and Constantine that they were absolutely trapped and there had zero chance of escaping this predicament, unless their kidnappers decided to have mercy on them, and right now, it didn’t seem like they were planning on it.
After several minutes, the stinging pain stopped, but the swimmers remained suspended inside the sacks. “Alright, you pain sluts, whipping your tight little asses is hard work, so I think me and your uncle are gonna call it a night,” said Gerard. “I guess you two can…hit the sack, I guess?” He burst out laughing at his own joke, with Uncle Hunter joining in.
“Good night boys. Guess you will be sleeping tight!”
“Mmmmmmm!!”
Both captives were squirming and screaming frantically, quickly taking up oxygen with every movement. Sure they were exhausting themselves, but there was no way they would let those psychos keep them tied up like that all night!
“What’s the matter, you want out?” Asked Uncle Hunter mockingly.
“Mmmmmm!!!”
Then silence.
Within a minute or two, Alexander felt himself landing on the floor. The top of the sack was untied, allowing fresh air to enter. Uncle Hunter pulled off his blackout goggles and began unravelling his duct tape gag.
Constantine was standing next to him, completely freed, still clad in his yellow speedo, which now sported a very obvious wet spot. With his swim cap gone, his jet black hair was drenched in sweat; Gerard gave him a towel to dry himself up. Alexander just realized how much he was sweating when his swim cap was pulled off, his long hair sticky with sweat.
“Was this everything you expected and more?” asked Uncle Hunter as he loosened the ropes still tied around the sack. They were very tight.
“…You could say that!” he replied, his voice still a little shaky. He felt drained.
Once Alexander was finally able to crawl out of the sack, Uncle Hunter gave him a tight hug. “Did you really think I was going to keep you there all night, Alex boy?”
“I dunno…maybe?”
Uncle Hunter scoffed. “I would never put you in harm’s way, sweetie pie. I love you so much.”
‘Woah', thought Alexander, ‘that’s a little intense.’
Then, without thinking, he tightened his grip on the older man and whispered: “I love you too, Uncle Hunter”.
After several minutes of good aftercare, Alexander and Constantine were helped up to their feet. It must have taken them at least ten minutes to regain their ability to walk after swinging in the sacks for what was apparently only 25 minutes, but felt like several hours. Even more shockingly, Gerard and Uncle Hunter picked up their clothes before holding them captive - Alexander had his white t-shirt and black gym shorts, and Constantine had a colourful tank top coupled with blue gym shorts. Both boys wore white Calvin Klein briefs, much to their captives’ amusement.
“When you’re ready, go change.”
Alexander looked at Uncle Hunter in disbelief. “Are you letting us go?”
“Well, first I thought we’ll treat you to some dinner. You must be starving.” He ruffled the young man’s hair. “Now go change before I change my mind.”
“Yes, Uncle Hunter!” said Alexander obediently.
THE END
The captives remained bound and gagged for an indeterminate amount of time. Even though the basement was cool and they subconsciously agreed not to move around too much, they were still sweating. Constantine was normally pretty good at escaping various ties, having experimented with various escape tricks from a young age. However, this was different. The ropes were far too tight and intricate, and with every movement, Constantine felt an unwelcome tingling sensation as a result of touching his best friend’s nearly naked body. For years, Constantine joked that he was not gay or even bi - but he would consider a proposition from Alexander. Of course, it was never serious - straight boys don’t simply crush on their best friends…yet now, he was getting such an obvious feeling of excitement from being this predicament. What could that possibly mean?
Meanwhile, Alexander was far calmer. He resisted the urged to grind against his friend, knowing full well that the friction between their lycra-covered would result in an immediate accident that his friend may not appreciate. As much as he was enjoying this scenario - after all, the fact that he always wanted to get kidnapped was no secret at this point - he was afraid that perhaps his friend was not enjoying his predicament as much. Constantine could certainly be a little weird about these things.
Constantine’s heavy breathing and occasional grunts of discomfort kept his friend in a permanent stage of arousal.
Neither captive knew exactly how much time passed when their captors came back downstairs, laughing and clearly in good spirits. “Thanks for waiting, boys,” they said jokingly. “Damn, you look good tied up like that.”
“MMMM! MMMPPPP!”
“Alright alright, let’s check up on you first, Alex,” said Gerard as he unwrapped the tape around his head. Alexander’s lips were slightly parched from being gagged for so long.
“Can I please go to the bathroom?” he asked quietly. The captives looked at each other. “You take him,” said Gerard.
“Sure. Take care of the pasty one for me?” replied Uncle Hunter.
“You got it.” He said with a smile. “You need to go?”
“Mm-mm,” Constantine responded through his gag.
“I can’t understand you.” He ripped the tape off his mouth.
Constantine seemed unfazed by the sting of the tape. He responded very calmly. “No, I’m good."
“So that means you’re ready?”
“Yup, let’s do this."
'Ready for what?’ Thought Alexander. ‘What in the world are they planning now?’
Before he could figure what was happened, the captives were separated from each other, their hands retied around their backs. Alexander was led by Uncle Hunter to the bathroom, while Constantine was gagged with duct tape and blindfolded with the blackout goggles once again. Except this time, he was strangely cooperative.
“What are you going to do to him?!” Alexander yelled.
“You’ll see. Now come with me.”
Alexander was led to a small, but clean bathroom and positioned in front of the toilet. He looked at Uncle Hunter quizzically, then looked at his hands. How was he supposed to urinate with his hands tied up?
“Don’t worry, Alex, let Uncle help you,” said Uncle Hunter with a mischievous grin as he fondled the inside of his speedo.
“What are you doing?!” Alexander asked in alarm.
“Just helping out a boy in need,” said the captor as he untied the drawstrings and pulled Alexander’s penis out.
“Now pee.”
“The fuck?!” Alexander said out loud.
“I should punish you for using that kind of language in front of your uncle,” said Uncle Hunter in a more threatening tone.
“Sorry,” Alexander responded meekly and stopped fighting. He felt the older man press down his private member as he evacuated his bladder. It was humiliating seeing just how much control Uncle Hunter had over him. Even more humiliating knowing that Alexander signed up for it, and this old creep is probably getting a huge rush from the entire thing.
“All done,” said Alexander quietly. His penis was now flaccid, but not for much longer.
Before tucking his privates back in his speedo, Uncle Hunter pulled a black silicone ring around them, causing them to swell.
“Is that a cock ring?!” asked Alexander.
“My dear boy, you sure know your toys. Yes, it is a cock and ball ring. Seeing how your little pecker was getting all soft again, I just thought I would offer you a little bit of…help.” Within seconds, Alexander’s cock was fully erect, causing Uncle Hunter to smile in satisfaction. “Mmm yes…you college swimmer boys are always so horny.”
“Ow…” said Alexander softly. “Uncle Hunter, the ring hurts.” His penis was now red and swollen.
“Sh, just breathe. Keep breathing.” said Uncle Hunter as he pulled the slick red speedo over his erect genitals and tied the drawstrings tightly. He gave his bulge a sharp slap just for good measure.
“OW!” Alexander doubled over slightly, feeling his eyes tear up slightly from the sting. Uncle Hunter smiled sadistically.
“Come on Alex boy, let’s go check up on your friend. I bet he is up to no good.”
Alexander was wondering what was going on with Constantine, but he was too afraid to ask any questions. What he was about to see went beyond anything he expected.
When Alexander and Uncle Hunter made their way back to the dungeon, Constantine was nowhere to be seen.
“Where is my friend?” asked Alexander, feeling worried.
Uncle Hunter laughed devilishly. “Right over there!” He pointed to the hoist system. Alexander gasped.
Constantine appeared to be completely wrapped up in a large, sleek black sack, including his face. The sack was tied up over his head, the rope attached to the elaborate hoist system. Multiple rounds of rope were tied tightly around his lower legs, torso, and shoulders. He also had a brown leather collar tied around his neck. Gerard stood next to the bundled victim, clearly satisfied with his work.
“Beautiful, don’t you think?” He asked, sneering.
Alexander felt himself shaking. “He can’t breathe…can he?”
“I thought you swimmers had superhuman lungs!” said Gerard mockingly. “Don’t worry, the bag is breathable. Well, kinda. You will notice that the top of the bag is attached to the hoist system, and as soon as I pull on this lever,” he pointed to a black lever on the side of the contraption, “he will be yanked up in the air!” He laughed.
Constantine shook in response, causing ripples in the sack. He grunted loudly, causing Gerard to grab him tightly as a warning.
“Please…don’t hurt my friend. Take me instead.” Said Alexander quietly.
“Aww, that’s so brave of you, Alex boy,” Uncle Hunter caressed his bare shoulders, “I actually intended to do just that. We’ll hang you side by side!”
Alexander gulped. “No, Uncle Hunter, please…let me go!”
“If I let you go, I can’t make any guarantees about your friend ever getting out!” Constantine let out another stifled moan.
“Why are you doing this to us?” asked Alexander.
“Oh come on, as if you don’t know!” retorted Uncle Hunter. “I remember you told me about this exact same fantasy a couple of months ago, and you practically begged me to do it. I remember the words you used: 'Every good slave boy needs to experience being gagged, bagged and hanged!’ Or something like that. Now that it’s actually happening, are you seriously going to bail out on me and your best friend, who reluctantly agreed to suffer through your perverted little fantasy?”
Alexander looked at the hoist system again. Constantine was writhing within the bound confines of the sack, the ropes showing no sign of loosening. He also noticed a very obvious vertical protrusion on the lower half of his body, right below his torso. He sighed. He looked at Uncle Hunter again, who nodded knowingly. Uncle Hunter gave his bare shoulders another affectionate rub. “What’s it gonna be, Alex boy?”
Alexander sighed. “Okay, let’s do it. Tie me up in the bag.” Gerard beamed.
He grabbed another large black sack, placed it open on the other side of the hoist system and told Alexander to step inside. It looked like the kind of sack a magician might use for an escape trick. The satiny fabric felt cool and tingling against his bare skin. Gerard lifted the sack right up to his shoulders, so only his head remained outside, while Uncle Hunter collected the other blackout goggles, duct tape, and multiple lengths of ropes.
“Alex boy, is there anything you want to say before we seal you up in the bag?” asked Uncle Hunter.
“I’m scared, Uncle Hunter!” he said loudly.
Uncle Hunter put his arms around the captive’s body and gave him a reassuring hug. “You are going to be ok, Alex.”
And with those words, Uncle Hunter tightly wrapped the tape around Alexander’s entire lower face and covered his eyes with the blackout goggles, drowning the young swimmer in darkness before pulling the sack over his head and tying it up. Alexander felt his heart sink in fear as additional ropes were pulled around his shins and tied so tightly, he would’ve fallen over if Uncle Hunter wasn’t holding him up. More ropes were tied around his waist, pressing his hands further onto his back, and about four additional rounds of rope were trussed around his upper torso and shoulders, eliminating any serious upper body movement. He has never been tied up so tightly before. As a finishing touch, he felt the leather collar being tied tightly around his neck, pressing the silky prison closer to his face. Uncle Hunter insisted that he could still breathe, but the mixture of a tight gag, face wrapping and collar was very suffocating.
“Enjoy the ride, Speedo boys!” Shouted Gerard with glee as he pulled on the lever.
It was a very powerful pulley system. Instead of being hoisted up slowly, the captives were immediately raised about three feet in the air. The immediate force caused Alexander to scream into his gag. He felt himself swinging and tried to balance himself, but the soft fabric made it impossible to find a stable footing. Basically, it felt like he was perpetually falling. To make matters worse, his penis was throbbing painfully, but he couldn’t do anything to either alleviate the pressure or give himself some relief. And then, he felt a stinging pain on his backside.
“That’s right bitches, keep swinging!” Gerard and Uncle Hunter took turns whipping the sacks, causing the boys to writhe violently inside. Painful, frightening, humiliating…yet shockingly sexy. Alexander couldn’t help but feel that tingling sensation he only developed right before a very intense orgasm. The men’s sadistic laughter acted as a cruel reminder to Alexander and Constantine that they were absolutely trapped and there had zero chance of escaping this predicament, unless their kidnappers decided to have mercy on them, and right now, it didn’t seem like they were planning on it.
After several minutes, the stinging pain stopped, but the swimmers remained suspended inside the sacks. “Alright, you pain sluts, whipping your tight little asses is hard work, so I think me and your uncle are gonna call it a night,” said Gerard. “I guess you two can…hit the sack, I guess?” He burst out laughing at his own joke, with Uncle Hunter joining in.
“Good night boys. Guess you will be sleeping tight!”
“Mmmmmmm!!”
Both captives were squirming and screaming frantically, quickly taking up oxygen with every movement. Sure they were exhausting themselves, but there was no way they would let those psychos keep them tied up like that all night!
“What’s the matter, you want out?” Asked Uncle Hunter mockingly.
“Mmmmmm!!!”
Then silence.
Within a minute or two, Alexander felt himself landing on the floor. The top of the sack was untied, allowing fresh air to enter. Uncle Hunter pulled off his blackout goggles and began unravelling his duct tape gag.
Constantine was standing next to him, completely freed, still clad in his yellow speedo, which now sported a very obvious wet spot. With his swim cap gone, his jet black hair was drenched in sweat; Gerard gave him a towel to dry himself up. Alexander just realized how much he was sweating when his swim cap was pulled off, his long hair sticky with sweat.
“Was this everything you expected and more?” asked Uncle Hunter as he loosened the ropes still tied around the sack. They were very tight.
“…You could say that!” he replied, his voice still a little shaky. He felt drained.
Once Alexander was finally able to crawl out of the sack, Uncle Hunter gave him a tight hug. “Did you really think I was going to keep you there all night, Alex boy?”
“I dunno…maybe?”
Uncle Hunter scoffed. “I would never put you in harm’s way, sweetie pie. I love you so much.”
‘Woah', thought Alexander, ‘that’s a little intense.’
Then, without thinking, he tightened his grip on the older man and whispered: “I love you too, Uncle Hunter”.
After several minutes of good aftercare, Alexander and Constantine were helped up to their feet. It must have taken them at least ten minutes to regain their ability to walk after swinging in the sacks for what was apparently only 25 minutes, but felt like several hours. Even more shockingly, Gerard and Uncle Hunter picked up their clothes before holding them captive - Alexander had his white t-shirt and black gym shorts, and Constantine had a colourful tank top coupled with blue gym shorts. Both boys wore white Calvin Klein briefs, much to their captives’ amusement.
“When you’re ready, go change.”
Alexander looked at Uncle Hunter in disbelief. “Are you letting us go?”
“Well, first I thought we’ll treat you to some dinner. You must be starving.” He ruffled the young man’s hair. “Now go change before I change my mind.”
“Yes, Uncle Hunter!” said Alexander obediently.
THE END
That story was incredible. Well done! I can’t wait to see what other stories you share on the forum. You are a very good author.
Thank you so much, Bradstick. Glad you like my writing style. I only wrote one other story, it's called "Tied in the Shed", with the same characters. Please check it out if you're interested.
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I would love to see more of Constantine and Alexander! Even if they remain just friends.