MY CAPTIVE (M/M) - Pt 1-3
Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2019 2:06 pm
MY CAPTIVE
[from the RP Files of Mark and Chris]
I've been watching you for two hours now, tightly gagged, blindfolded, and roped to a chair in my hideout.
You’re wearing tight faded jeans, black t-shirt, sneakers and a baseball cap.
I get hard just by the sight of you as my helpless captive.
Your wrists are tightly roped behind the chair.
Your ankles, knees and thighs are tightly lashed together.
Still more clothesline has been firmly wrapped around your arms, stomach and chest, securing you completely to the chair.
Your dark hair swings loose from your hanging head, but I can still see where I’ve blindfolded you and tied a thick blue bandanna to cleave your mouth open.
I stare at you intently, patiently waiting for you to wake so I can see your reaction to what I've done to you. The chloroform has done its job well on you.
You begin moving your head.
Helpless moaning emits from your tightly gagged mouth.
The chair creaks as you begin feeling the ropes that bind you securely.
Your black t-shirt is all bunched up under the ropes as you twist and turn, trying futilely to find the knots to the ropes binding your wrists.
Sweat pours down your gagged face as you begin to realize you’re not going to get yourself untied.
I let your grunts and straining fill the air before suddenly laughing at you.
You fall silent and still, now aware of my presence.
"Might as well stop struggling, Chris. You’re not going to get loose from those ropes, and you’re only going to end up making ‘em tighter. Just relax and accept you’re not going anywhere for a long time.”
I walk over and grab you by the hair, pulling your head up.
"Now listen to me. I'm going to remove your blindfold and gag, but keep in mind that I’ve got a gun. If you give me any trouble, I won't hesitate to knock you out again, do you understand?"
Slowly you shake your head ‘yes.’
"I knew you were a smart boy, Chris.”
I take off your gag and blindfold, and your eyes adjust in the dim light.
I hold a glass of water to your lips and order you to drink.
You hesitate at first, but then you lean in and practically drink down the entire glass because of dry-mouth from the knock-out drug and from being gagged for so long.
You rest back in your chair, exhausted, squint up at me and say in a strained voice: "Why...why are you doing this to me? Are you holding me for ransom or something?"
I laugh at you again and say “No, Chris, this isn't about money. I've planned your kidnapping for a long time now. Been following you close and waiting for then perfect chance to grab you. Just so happens it was today, after your workout at the gym. And no amount of money in the world is going to get you free from me. Not now, not ever!"
You twist in the chair more and say "But you'll never get away with this! Someone will notice I'm missing. The Police will come looking for me. If you untie me and let me go now, I won't tell anyone you did this to me. Please, I just want to go home and forget this whole nightmare.”
"Don't waste hope on a rescue. I've arranged it so no one will ever know you’re missing and being held captive.”
You look at me confused and say, "My family and friends will come looking for me, or at the very least, ask questions when I don't show up.”
I show you a photo on my phone.
"Do you remember being in this picture, Chris?" You look at the photo of yourself and don't recognize where it’s from.
"That looks like me, but I never had this picture taken before. He's wearing my clothes, but I know that’s not me!"
I laugh and say, “That's because it’s not you in the pic. Consider him your Evil Twin. We all have doppelgangers. I was lucky enough to find yours — and down on his luck enough to be willing to go along with my plan. I gave him every detail about your life, and as we speak, he's with your family and friends wearing your clothes, and no one can tell that he's not you. While you begin your new life with me, he's busy taking over your old life, and he’ll never give it back. Not with all the money I’ve paid him. It’s a perfect plan. I have you here as my long term captive, and your family has a new Chris thinking you’re safe and sound with them. No one’s ever coming to look for you, my new friend. You’ll never be free again.”
In a terrified voice, you quiver, “You're insane, this will never work! He’ll slip up, someone will make him tell them what’s happened to me! Please stop this nightmare before it goes too far.”
"Time will tell, Chris, because as of right now, the only people that know you’re here are you, me and our friend Chris Number Two. And he doesn't have a clue where I’m keeping you. I’ve covered my tracks well.”
You slump against the chair, realizing you’re all alone with your kidnapper and no one has any idea that you’ve been taken form your life!
I take up more rope and begin binding it around you and the chair, securing you even more tightly. Tears swell in your eyes as you plead.
"Please don't tie me up any more! The ropes are too tight as it is!”
I pull the coils tighter around your body and say "But I like tying you up, Chris! I've been wanting to do this to you ever since I planned this whole kidnapping. It’s my dream, you see, to keep you tied and gagged, day in and day out. After a few weeks, you'll get used to it. Now stop struggling, and let me finish up!"
You settle down reluctantly as I tightly rope your legs, knees and ankles even closer together. You’re totally helpless and totally scared. Your t-shirt is soaked with sweat, and the ropes cut painfully into your arms and legs. You whimper with each tug of the ropes. I step back to admire my handiwork.
“I like you tied and terrified, Chris. It makes me very excited to see you like this.”
I finish a few more loops around your body and tie off the ends of the rope.
“There, that should discourage you from trying to escape, and keep in mind, Chris, that if you make any attempts to try and get free, I will punish you. That means no food and water, and being left tied up in such an uncomfortable position, the ropes will be absolute torture on your body. Now, I gotta make plans for tying you in another location where you can spend the night. We’ll start first thing in the morning to play our rope games together.”
I grab a rag and hold it to your lips. You turn your head away and say, "No, please, mister, whoever you are, please don't gag me! I'll be a good boy. I won’t…..Mmmmmffffffffff"
I force the thick rag between your teeth and knot it savagely behind your head. The cloth cuts into the corners of your mouth and pries your mouth open. You protest, but your words are reduced to angry, desperate mumbles behind the cloth.
“Bite down on that, Chris, it should keep you relatively quiet while I get things ready for your new life with me!"
Tears pour down your face as you wait there tightly bound and gagged at the mercy of your kidnapper.
You must be wondering what other plans I have for you as the days and weeks tick by.
With no one knowing you’re missing.
And being all alone.
Except for me, of course.
By now you must realize your only chance for survival is to cooperate with your captor.
Maybe he’ll go easier on you next time he’s tying you up.
[from the RP Files of Mark and Chris]
I've been watching you for two hours now, tightly gagged, blindfolded, and roped to a chair in my hideout.
You’re wearing tight faded jeans, black t-shirt, sneakers and a baseball cap.
I get hard just by the sight of you as my helpless captive.
Your wrists are tightly roped behind the chair.
Your ankles, knees and thighs are tightly lashed together.
Still more clothesline has been firmly wrapped around your arms, stomach and chest, securing you completely to the chair.
Your dark hair swings loose from your hanging head, but I can still see where I’ve blindfolded you and tied a thick blue bandanna to cleave your mouth open.
I stare at you intently, patiently waiting for you to wake so I can see your reaction to what I've done to you. The chloroform has done its job well on you.
You begin moving your head.
Helpless moaning emits from your tightly gagged mouth.
The chair creaks as you begin feeling the ropes that bind you securely.
Your black t-shirt is all bunched up under the ropes as you twist and turn, trying futilely to find the knots to the ropes binding your wrists.
Sweat pours down your gagged face as you begin to realize you’re not going to get yourself untied.
I let your grunts and straining fill the air before suddenly laughing at you.
You fall silent and still, now aware of my presence.
"Might as well stop struggling, Chris. You’re not going to get loose from those ropes, and you’re only going to end up making ‘em tighter. Just relax and accept you’re not going anywhere for a long time.”
I walk over and grab you by the hair, pulling your head up.
"Now listen to me. I'm going to remove your blindfold and gag, but keep in mind that I’ve got a gun. If you give me any trouble, I won't hesitate to knock you out again, do you understand?"
Slowly you shake your head ‘yes.’
"I knew you were a smart boy, Chris.”
I take off your gag and blindfold, and your eyes adjust in the dim light.
I hold a glass of water to your lips and order you to drink.
You hesitate at first, but then you lean in and practically drink down the entire glass because of dry-mouth from the knock-out drug and from being gagged for so long.
You rest back in your chair, exhausted, squint up at me and say in a strained voice: "Why...why are you doing this to me? Are you holding me for ransom or something?"
I laugh at you again and say “No, Chris, this isn't about money. I've planned your kidnapping for a long time now. Been following you close and waiting for then perfect chance to grab you. Just so happens it was today, after your workout at the gym. And no amount of money in the world is going to get you free from me. Not now, not ever!"
You twist in the chair more and say "But you'll never get away with this! Someone will notice I'm missing. The Police will come looking for me. If you untie me and let me go now, I won't tell anyone you did this to me. Please, I just want to go home and forget this whole nightmare.”
"Don't waste hope on a rescue. I've arranged it so no one will ever know you’re missing and being held captive.”
You look at me confused and say, "My family and friends will come looking for me, or at the very least, ask questions when I don't show up.”
I show you a photo on my phone.
"Do you remember being in this picture, Chris?" You look at the photo of yourself and don't recognize where it’s from.
"That looks like me, but I never had this picture taken before. He's wearing my clothes, but I know that’s not me!"
I laugh and say, “That's because it’s not you in the pic. Consider him your Evil Twin. We all have doppelgangers. I was lucky enough to find yours — and down on his luck enough to be willing to go along with my plan. I gave him every detail about your life, and as we speak, he's with your family and friends wearing your clothes, and no one can tell that he's not you. While you begin your new life with me, he's busy taking over your old life, and he’ll never give it back. Not with all the money I’ve paid him. It’s a perfect plan. I have you here as my long term captive, and your family has a new Chris thinking you’re safe and sound with them. No one’s ever coming to look for you, my new friend. You’ll never be free again.”
In a terrified voice, you quiver, “You're insane, this will never work! He’ll slip up, someone will make him tell them what’s happened to me! Please stop this nightmare before it goes too far.”
"Time will tell, Chris, because as of right now, the only people that know you’re here are you, me and our friend Chris Number Two. And he doesn't have a clue where I’m keeping you. I’ve covered my tracks well.”
You slump against the chair, realizing you’re all alone with your kidnapper and no one has any idea that you’ve been taken form your life!
I take up more rope and begin binding it around you and the chair, securing you even more tightly. Tears swell in your eyes as you plead.
"Please don't tie me up any more! The ropes are too tight as it is!”
I pull the coils tighter around your body and say "But I like tying you up, Chris! I've been wanting to do this to you ever since I planned this whole kidnapping. It’s my dream, you see, to keep you tied and gagged, day in and day out. After a few weeks, you'll get used to it. Now stop struggling, and let me finish up!"
You settle down reluctantly as I tightly rope your legs, knees and ankles even closer together. You’re totally helpless and totally scared. Your t-shirt is soaked with sweat, and the ropes cut painfully into your arms and legs. You whimper with each tug of the ropes. I step back to admire my handiwork.
“I like you tied and terrified, Chris. It makes me very excited to see you like this.”
I finish a few more loops around your body and tie off the ends of the rope.
“There, that should discourage you from trying to escape, and keep in mind, Chris, that if you make any attempts to try and get free, I will punish you. That means no food and water, and being left tied up in such an uncomfortable position, the ropes will be absolute torture on your body. Now, I gotta make plans for tying you in another location where you can spend the night. We’ll start first thing in the morning to play our rope games together.”
I grab a rag and hold it to your lips. You turn your head away and say, "No, please, mister, whoever you are, please don't gag me! I'll be a good boy. I won’t…..Mmmmmffffffffff"
I force the thick rag between your teeth and knot it savagely behind your head. The cloth cuts into the corners of your mouth and pries your mouth open. You protest, but your words are reduced to angry, desperate mumbles behind the cloth.
“Bite down on that, Chris, it should keep you relatively quiet while I get things ready for your new life with me!"
Tears pour down your face as you wait there tightly bound and gagged at the mercy of your kidnapper.
You must be wondering what other plans I have for you as the days and weeks tick by.
With no one knowing you’re missing.
And being all alone.
Except for me, of course.
By now you must realize your only chance for survival is to cooperate with your captor.
Maybe he’ll go easier on you next time he’s tying you up.