Joggin and kidnapping (M/M)

[alphadres]

As the first rays of dawn peeked over the horizon, Andrew, a young and dedicated doctor at the age of 26, laced up his running shoes with a determined grin on his handsome face. His muscular frame glistened with sweat as he stretched, readying himself for his daily jog through the quiet streets of the city. Little did he know that today would be unlike any other; today, his world would be turned upside down. Two individuals had been watching him intently from the shadows, their hearts filled with an obsessive love for him that they could no longer contain. They had plotted and planned, devising a twisted scheme to kidnap Andrew and make all of their deepest, darkest fantasies come true.

Andrew set off on his usual route, weaving through the empty park. The crisp morning air nipped at his nose and the leaves crunched beneath his feet. He felt invigorated, unaware of the danger that lurked nearby. The two admirers, hiding behind trees and crouching in bushes, waited for the perfect moment to strike. As Andrew rounded a bend in the path, they leapt out, tackling him to the ground and pinning his arms and legs down with their bodies. Panic filled Andrew's eyes as he struggled against his assailants, but it was no use; they were too strong, too determined. In a matter of seconds, they had him completely under their control.

As a precaution, they placed a ballgag in his mouth, securing it tightly behind his head. Next, they bound his eyes with thick strips of cloth, making sure he could not see anything. Finally, they tied his hands to his ankles and his ankles to their waist, effectively tying him into a tight bundle. Satisfied that he could not escape or cause any trouble, they carefully lifted him into the back of their car, making sure not to jostle him too much. As they drove away, they could hear Andrew's muffled grunts and whimpers through the gag, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

The car ride seemed to last for hours, but eventually, they pulled up to a nondescript apartment building in a secluded part of the city. They hurriedly carried Andrew up to the top floor, where they had set up a makeshift dungeon in one of the units. The room was equipped with various sex toys, lingerie, and clothing for dressing him up as a woman to fulfill their twisted fantasies. They unceremoniously dumped Andrew onto the cold, hard floor and began to undo the ropes that bound him. As soon as he was free, they shoved a cocktail of sedatives down his throat, rendering him unconscious.

Over the next several hours, they took turns tending to Andrew, bathing him, massaging him, and preparing him for their perverse games. They dressed him in lacy lingerie, high heels, and stockings, making him look every bit the helpless and alluring plaything they desired. They fixed a ball gag in his mouth and secured it in place, ensuring that he would not be able to protest or cry out in pain as they took him to the limits of pleasure and pain.

Their first order of business was to secure Andrew to a heavy-duty St. Andrew's cross, a device designed for BDSM play that spread his arms and legs wide, leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable. They bound his body tightly to the cross, making sure every movement was restricted and controlled. Once he was secure, they began to explore his body, teasing and tormenting him with their fingertips, their breath, and the cool touch of leather and steel. They flogged his back and bottom, leaving red welts in their wake, all the while watching his reactions and adjusting their techniques accordingly.

Their next target was Andrew's aching cock, which they expertly stroked and sucked until he was moaning and thrashing against his bonds. They brought him to the brink of orgasm time and again, only to pull back and tease him further. They attached clamps to his nipples, which they periodically yanked, sending waves of pleasure and pain through his body. The room filled with the sounds of his muffled cries and gasps as they took him to the limits of ecstasy and agony.

Finally, they removed the ball gag and allowed him to catch his breath. They roughly pushed him to his knees and told him to thank them for the pleasure they had just given him. With tears streaming down his face and snot dripping from his nose, Andrew managed to croak out a garbled, incoherent mess of gratitude and desperation. They laughed cruelly and told him that this was only the beginning. They dressed him in a tight, form-fitting dress, heels, and stockings, and bound him into a strict hogtie, leaving him completely helpless and vulnerable.

To be continued...

[Donbrown]

Welcome, @alphadres ! Congratulations for your first story/post here! Love the way you described doc Andrew's kidnapping. Can't wait to read what you have planned next!

[tickletied84]

Nice first story. Never a fan of sedatives, but the rest of it very much to my tastes!