The Reunion (M/M) [Update 2 Jan - end of arc]
Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2019 5:00 pm
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The reunion
Should I go? Steve wondered about it as he lay on his couch in his underwear scrolling down his social media pages... his strong muscled body was relaxed as he waited for the time to tick by. He had rugby practice later. He looked around his apartment and wondered if he should pick up his work clothes? He usually starts undressing the moment he enters his apartment so there is a clothes trail from the door to the couch. Should a 27 year old guy be more concerned about the neatness of his home?
Nah…
I wonder if Greg’s going? His mind dwelled back to the reunion. He messaged his pals from his high school rugby team and it seemed they were all going, those that had wives had ‘freed’ them for that weekend. It was going to be just like the old days a good old boys time.
>>>>>
Steve walked into the over-decorated hall, going solo like all his buddies, just like high school. He recognised so many of the guys around him, many of them were here with their spouses. He adjusted the black jacket that fit his muscular frame perfectly. He pulled his tie a bit looser noticing most of the other people were dressed slightly more casual than he was. He passed a mirror and caught a glimpse of himself, a tall blond stud with hazel eyes, damn I look good tonight he thought to himself.
He weaved his way between his old school mates. There’s Tom, he was always a bit weird, and Billy, Billy was one crazy kid, he used to jump into the river in winter and he was the class prankster, oh and Winston the exchange student. Steve made his way to Billy, they had a few laughs together before he noticed Mike’s green eyes staring at him intently from across the room.
He was just about to make his way over to Mike when Greg jumped on his back and shouted “SHOTS”
Their whole gang went over to the bar and had some drinks. Every now and then Steve would glance over his shoulder and see Mike staring at him, he wanted so badly to break away and go to him… Finally he had a second away from the boys and made his way in Mike’s direction, who immediately spun around and sped out of the hall through a backdoor.
Steve followed.
He found himself in a dark corridor, but glimpsed Mike leaving the corridor, he made his way to the door Mike had used and slipped into the classroom, it was the drama class.
He slowly moved forward in the darkness when Mike tackled him from the front pushing him into the wall, their lips locking onto one another, their hands groping at each other’s bodies. Steve felt his tie being removed but was so focused on the heat that he paid no attention to it.
Steve ran his strong hand through Mikes dark curls.
The school years flooded back into his mind, they would come here whenever they had a chance to be alone. Their love was a forbidden one, if they would have been caught they would have been expelled.
But now 10 years later it was as if nothing changed, except that Mike was much stronger than his 18 year old self. Steve felt the defined back muscles as he snaked his hands under Mikes shirt, he brought them around to squeeze Mikes pecs, he felt the little barbell stud in Mike’s left nipple.
Wow, Mike had really done a transformation Steve recalled the skinny boy he used to kiss. Mike was the schools skinny nerd, but he had transformed into a regular stud. His muscles were not as large as Steve’s but they were just as well defined, if not better. Steve grabbed a handful of Mike’s tight muscular ass, as he pulled away to breath.
“I missed you” panted Mike. “I am never letting you out of my sight again.”
Graduation day was a sad day. After they ceremony was over Mike broke it off Steve. He wanted Steve to be able to live his dreams and felt he would be holding him back. That was the last time they spoke before today. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
“that’s sweet, I missed you too, but it was your, mmmppph.” Steve was cut off midsentence as Mike pulled his tie between his lips to silence him. The tie was expertly knotted behind his head within seconds.
“mmmpph” Steve tried to reach for the tie to remove it, not to sure what was going on. His lips were pulled back and his jaw slightly open.
Mike grabbed Steve’s wrist and in a professional fighting move spun Steve around and pushed him into the wall this time face first. Steve felt his other wrist being twisted behind his back and heard the sound of a ziptie closing seconds before feeling his wrists glued together.
He tried to turn around but Mike manhandled him and bashed him into the wall again.
The next thing he knew he felt a loose black sack pulled over his head. He couldn’t see anything. He felt his captor grab his bound wrists and pull him toward the door.
Steve put up a fight but got a punch right in the gut, without the use of his eyes he didn’t see it coming so Mike knocked the wind right out of him.
Buckled over struggling to breathe he was pulled out of the classroom and down the corridor to a parked van. He was tossed in the back, seconds later he heard the doors close and the van started.
“We don’t have a far way to go bubba.”
Bubba, Steve hadn’t been called that in 10 years. Was this real. What was going on? Where was Mike taking him? And the words “I am never letting you out of my sight again” rang in his mind.
>>>>>>>
The van stopped and Steve heard the doors opening and he felt his captor grab his arm pull him out of the van. He struggled to get his footing but managed.
They walked side by side and Steve heard the door to a house open and they walked over carpets.
Steve heard another door open a heavier lock this time.
“Careful for the stairs Bubba.”
“HHHmmmmppphhh” was Steve’s reply.
They were heading into the basement.
Once in the middle of the room. Steve felt a heavy shackle being locked around his right ankle over his dress sock and suit pants. After some shuffling about that he couldn’t see the bag was pulled off his head.
“Ok, Bubba, I need to go back to the party. I need to keep up the charade. Will you wait for me here please.” The last sentence was accompanied by a devious smile, Mike ruffled Steve’s hair before he turned around.
This was all planned out to the second. As Mike made his way back up the stairs Steve looked up at the clock. It was hardly ten minutes since they left the party together. No one would even know that Mike was gone. And they would never think of looking for him here in Mike’s basement.
In an instant Steves heart was pounding and he felt a cold sweat over his entire body. He screamed into his gag and pulled at his wrists. He gave a step and felt the shackle pull him back to the eyebolt in the cement floor.
Hearing the heavy lock on the basement door and then being plunged into darkness as Mike turned off the lights.
Steve tried keeping himself calm but found it increasingly difficult as time creeped by.
It was total darkness around him and there was nothing to do but wait, he sat down on the cold floor and rested his back against some structure that was nearby.
>>>>>>
Steve woke with a shock as light flooded the basement, he looked into the face of Mike, a huge smug smile on his face.
“I can’t believe it. It worked. I have you here with me. I have my bubba. And nobody knows where you are” He clapped his hands together like a cartoon character.
“mmppphhh” Steve signalled him that they should talk.
Mike walked over and pulled the tie down to hang around Steve’s neck.
“Hey man, wha, whats going on, let me go please Mike,” asked Steve through a dried out mouth, slightly frightened. “please I won’t mpppggg”
Mike slammed his hand over Steve’s lower face pinning him to the ground.
“Yeah, mister stud.” His demeanour changed in an instant he seemed to tower over the larger blond stud. “Mister he has everything, and left me here in this shithole of a town to rot away. Yeah you thought you got away didn’t you, just like all the others you thought you got away. You made me believe we would grow old together. You and me against the world, that’s what you said. Yeah right. You dropped and left the moment you could.”
Steve was so confused. Mike was the one who ended the relationship. Mike told him to go pursue his dreams, Mike said they will still be friends.
“Well, now I have you and you are never getting away again.”
Mike forced the tie-gag back into Steve’s mouth.
“I’m leaving you here for the night, Steve. Think long and hard about the promises we made to each other all those years ago.”
He left and Steve was again left in the darkness of the basement, lying on his back in his suit his wrists zipped together, his ankle shackled to the floor and his mouth dry and gagged with his tie.
As the black night dragged by Steve slowly remembered the obsessiveness of Mike as he started to recall the parts in between the more pleasant memories…
What had he gotten himself into…
The reunion
Should I go? Steve wondered about it as he lay on his couch in his underwear scrolling down his social media pages... his strong muscled body was relaxed as he waited for the time to tick by. He had rugby practice later. He looked around his apartment and wondered if he should pick up his work clothes? He usually starts undressing the moment he enters his apartment so there is a clothes trail from the door to the couch. Should a 27 year old guy be more concerned about the neatness of his home?
Nah…
I wonder if Greg’s going? His mind dwelled back to the reunion. He messaged his pals from his high school rugby team and it seemed they were all going, those that had wives had ‘freed’ them for that weekend. It was going to be just like the old days a good old boys time.
>>>>>
Steve walked into the over-decorated hall, going solo like all his buddies, just like high school. He recognised so many of the guys around him, many of them were here with their spouses. He adjusted the black jacket that fit his muscular frame perfectly. He pulled his tie a bit looser noticing most of the other people were dressed slightly more casual than he was. He passed a mirror and caught a glimpse of himself, a tall blond stud with hazel eyes, damn I look good tonight he thought to himself.
He weaved his way between his old school mates. There’s Tom, he was always a bit weird, and Billy, Billy was one crazy kid, he used to jump into the river in winter and he was the class prankster, oh and Winston the exchange student. Steve made his way to Billy, they had a few laughs together before he noticed Mike’s green eyes staring at him intently from across the room.
He was just about to make his way over to Mike when Greg jumped on his back and shouted “SHOTS”
Their whole gang went over to the bar and had some drinks. Every now and then Steve would glance over his shoulder and see Mike staring at him, he wanted so badly to break away and go to him… Finally he had a second away from the boys and made his way in Mike’s direction, who immediately spun around and sped out of the hall through a backdoor.
Steve followed.
He found himself in a dark corridor, but glimpsed Mike leaving the corridor, he made his way to the door Mike had used and slipped into the classroom, it was the drama class.
He slowly moved forward in the darkness when Mike tackled him from the front pushing him into the wall, their lips locking onto one another, their hands groping at each other’s bodies. Steve felt his tie being removed but was so focused on the heat that he paid no attention to it.
Steve ran his strong hand through Mikes dark curls.
The school years flooded back into his mind, they would come here whenever they had a chance to be alone. Their love was a forbidden one, if they would have been caught they would have been expelled.
But now 10 years later it was as if nothing changed, except that Mike was much stronger than his 18 year old self. Steve felt the defined back muscles as he snaked his hands under Mikes shirt, he brought them around to squeeze Mikes pecs, he felt the little barbell stud in Mike’s left nipple.
Wow, Mike had really done a transformation Steve recalled the skinny boy he used to kiss. Mike was the schools skinny nerd, but he had transformed into a regular stud. His muscles were not as large as Steve’s but they were just as well defined, if not better. Steve grabbed a handful of Mike’s tight muscular ass, as he pulled away to breath.
“I missed you” panted Mike. “I am never letting you out of my sight again.”
Graduation day was a sad day. After they ceremony was over Mike broke it off Steve. He wanted Steve to be able to live his dreams and felt he would be holding him back. That was the last time they spoke before today. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
“that’s sweet, I missed you too, but it was your, mmmppph.” Steve was cut off midsentence as Mike pulled his tie between his lips to silence him. The tie was expertly knotted behind his head within seconds.
“mmmpph” Steve tried to reach for the tie to remove it, not to sure what was going on. His lips were pulled back and his jaw slightly open.
Mike grabbed Steve’s wrist and in a professional fighting move spun Steve around and pushed him into the wall this time face first. Steve felt his other wrist being twisted behind his back and heard the sound of a ziptie closing seconds before feeling his wrists glued together.
He tried to turn around but Mike manhandled him and bashed him into the wall again.
The next thing he knew he felt a loose black sack pulled over his head. He couldn’t see anything. He felt his captor grab his bound wrists and pull him toward the door.
Steve put up a fight but got a punch right in the gut, without the use of his eyes he didn’t see it coming so Mike knocked the wind right out of him.
Buckled over struggling to breathe he was pulled out of the classroom and down the corridor to a parked van. He was tossed in the back, seconds later he heard the doors close and the van started.
“We don’t have a far way to go bubba.”
Bubba, Steve hadn’t been called that in 10 years. Was this real. What was going on? Where was Mike taking him? And the words “I am never letting you out of my sight again” rang in his mind.
>>>>>>>
The van stopped and Steve heard the doors opening and he felt his captor grab his arm pull him out of the van. He struggled to get his footing but managed.
They walked side by side and Steve heard the door to a house open and they walked over carpets.
Steve heard another door open a heavier lock this time.
“Careful for the stairs Bubba.”
“HHHmmmmppphhh” was Steve’s reply.
They were heading into the basement.
Once in the middle of the room. Steve felt a heavy shackle being locked around his right ankle over his dress sock and suit pants. After some shuffling about that he couldn’t see the bag was pulled off his head.
“Ok, Bubba, I need to go back to the party. I need to keep up the charade. Will you wait for me here please.” The last sentence was accompanied by a devious smile, Mike ruffled Steve’s hair before he turned around.
This was all planned out to the second. As Mike made his way back up the stairs Steve looked up at the clock. It was hardly ten minutes since they left the party together. No one would even know that Mike was gone. And they would never think of looking for him here in Mike’s basement.
In an instant Steves heart was pounding and he felt a cold sweat over his entire body. He screamed into his gag and pulled at his wrists. He gave a step and felt the shackle pull him back to the eyebolt in the cement floor.
Hearing the heavy lock on the basement door and then being plunged into darkness as Mike turned off the lights.
Steve tried keeping himself calm but found it increasingly difficult as time creeped by.
It was total darkness around him and there was nothing to do but wait, he sat down on the cold floor and rested his back against some structure that was nearby.
>>>>>>
Steve woke with a shock as light flooded the basement, he looked into the face of Mike, a huge smug smile on his face.
“I can’t believe it. It worked. I have you here with me. I have my bubba. And nobody knows where you are” He clapped his hands together like a cartoon character.
“mmppphhh” Steve signalled him that they should talk.
Mike walked over and pulled the tie down to hang around Steve’s neck.
“Hey man, wha, whats going on, let me go please Mike,” asked Steve through a dried out mouth, slightly frightened. “please I won’t mpppggg”
Mike slammed his hand over Steve’s lower face pinning him to the ground.
“Yeah, mister stud.” His demeanour changed in an instant he seemed to tower over the larger blond stud. “Mister he has everything, and left me here in this shithole of a town to rot away. Yeah you thought you got away didn’t you, just like all the others you thought you got away. You made me believe we would grow old together. You and me against the world, that’s what you said. Yeah right. You dropped and left the moment you could.”
Steve was so confused. Mike was the one who ended the relationship. Mike told him to go pursue his dreams, Mike said they will still be friends.
“Well, now I have you and you are never getting away again.”
Mike forced the tie-gag back into Steve’s mouth.
“I’m leaving you here for the night, Steve. Think long and hard about the promises we made to each other all those years ago.”
He left and Steve was again left in the darkness of the basement, lying on his back in his suit his wrists zipped together, his ankle shackled to the floor and his mouth dry and gagged with his tie.
As the black night dragged by Steve slowly remembered the obsessiveness of Mike as he started to recall the parts in between the more pleasant memories…
What had he gotten himself into…