Here is another of my stories. Hopy you all like it
Hi guys. My name is Jack and I am 17 years old. I live with my dad in a small town. We get along very well and became sort of best buddies. I am a shy guy and I don’t catch up with people very well, so my father took place of all the friends I should have. He tried to talk to me about this and persuade me to find some people of my age to spend time with, but I never managed to do so. After some time he let it go and agreed his position of my closest mate.
I am not very tall, around 180cm tall. I have short blond hair, blue eyes and I am quite well built, because I like to go to the gym. My dad hoped I would find some buddies there, but I prefer to just work out and listen to my music rather than talk to other people. He is taller than me, has dark short hair and blue eyes as well. He is in good shape; he likes to jog every morning.
He is a businessman and often has to leave town for a few days. At first he was very worried about me, but in time he learnt that I can take care of myself. However he always called me when he was away; he wanted to make sure I was all right.
We were pretty close with each other and talked a lot, but there was one thing I never dared to tell my dad. My bondage desires. I have always dreamt about being tied up and gagged. Kept as hostage. For a long time, without knowing how long will I have to stay bound. I thought that was one weird dream to have so I decided I would never talk with my father about it; I didn’t want to ruin the connection we both had.
One day In August my dad and I had dinner. He told me he would be away for a couple of days; he had to go for negotiations with some other company and had to stay in other town for some time. I didn’t really understand what exactly his company was doing so I simply told him I understood and I would take care of myself. I had some school work to do, so I knew I would be busy anyway. Plus being alone would probably be for the best.
He left the next day in the morning. He gave me the money to do the shopping and asked me to do some housework as well; he insisted that I mow the lawn at the back of our house. I agreed and he was off.
I didn’t do much that day; it was summer, a hot day and the one you usually spend doing nothing. In the evening I went to the gym and returned at around seven. I was tired and after taking a long and relaxing shower I decided to take a short nap before dealing with the summer work from school. I sat on the couch in our living room and turned the TV on. I was only in my shorts; it was too hot to wear anything else. I jumped from channel to channel, but couldn’t find anything interesting. I turned it off and lied down. In a few moments I was fast asleep.
I was woken up when I felt something press against my chest. I opened my eyes and froze. There were two guys in the room; one of them was sitting on me, the other one grabbed me hands and pinned them above my head.
“Whmmmppp” I tried to say something, but the guy sitting on my chest pressed his hand over my mouth, making all my efforts to speak futile.
“Be quiet kid, and calm down.” The one sitting on me said.
I tried to calm and looked around. From what I could say there were only the two of them. At least I couldn’t see or hear anybody else. The guys were dressed the same way: both had black leather jackets, black leather gloves, dark blue jeans and dark shoes. They also had balaclavas on their heads.
I tried to struggle a little, but it was no use. They were much stronger than me and the element of surprise was definitely on their side. I didn’t know what those guys wanted and I was scared as hell. I mean it was my deepest desire to be treated this way, but I always thought it would be someone I know, with whom I felt safe. Unfortunately those two were strangers and I had absolutely no idea what had in mind.
“Ok kid, now listen up.” The same guy spoke again. When I looked at him directly he continued: “You’re going with us. Stay still and nothing will happen to you.”
When I heard his words something broke inside me. I started to struggle much more violently and scream as much as his gloved hand allowed me. The guys held me tightly and all my efforts ended with absolutely nothing. I was terrified and started to breath really fast. Actually I was hyperventilating now.
“Hey, HEY!” The guy yelled at me. I tried to focus me eyes on him.
“We’re not going to hurt you kid, I promise. Nothing bad will happen to you, so just calm down and let us do our business.” He said in much more comforting voice.
I took a deep breath and eventually I nodded my head.
“Good boy. I’m gonna remove my hand from your mouth. Stay completely silent. If you try to scream things may turn pretty ugly for you.” He threatened and I nodded.
He released my mouth and hoisted himself up a little bit. They rolled me on my stomach and the guy sat on me again. The guy who was sitting on me forced my arms behind my back and held them tightly there. The other one went to my legs and I heard a bag being open. I hadn’t noticed it before but it was on my legs the whole time.
He took something from the bag and soon I felt my hands tied with zip ties. They used two ties to bind my wrists crossed. When they were done with my arms they made me sit on the couch. The guy that was hand gagging me before sat next to me and put his gloved hand over my mouth again. His companion said nothing; he just left the room and soon I could hear him enter various rooms. Probably he was looking for something valuable.
We sat there for several minutes. I had the time to think and calm myself down. I looked at the clock on the wall: it was eight p.m. After a short while the guy returned, holding something in his hand. I didn’t know what it was until he came closer to me.
“Sorry kid, but we have to make sure you stay quiet. Open wide.” The guy hand gagging me said and removed his hand.
I complied; I was too terrified to disobey. When the other guy forced the material to my mouth I realized what it was; my father’s sock from his jogging. It tasted terrible and it made me want to vomit. But before the kidnappers could do anything else my telephone rang.
It was my dad calling…