Gagged Men Lover

Poor Billy. Home for break, he believed them when they said his parents hired them to do some work. So he let them in.

(Fiction) I took a relaxing walk through the woods outside of the city here during my business trip, but 20 minutes in, I stumbled over this guy… I could not actually believe it, sneaks and white socks, some boxers, a brim cap, but he sat under a branch of a fallen tree, sitting, ropes on his ankles connected to his neck visible, his arms over his head tied to that branch and a quite severe black tape gag keeping him grunt almost unheard from the far.

When he noticed me and saw I was approaching he clearly grunted louder and struggled quite a bit. Standing in front of him at the end I asked if this was a fun game or if he needed to get free, but he just kept grunting and shaking his head. I removed the tape from his head then and he was immediately swearing in his language, but also then begged me to release him.

The ropes were quickly removed, and while rubbing his sore wrists and mumbling in his language some stuff I did not understand, I looked at the scenario I just saw before and wondered, telling him then that I am sure there was a way to get free, it did not look that extensive. He shook his head and confirmed he tried for the last few hours, but could 'just' not reach what was needed. I kept shaking my head, bragging I am sure I'd have been out there in a whim.

He seemed upset and shouted back at me, if I was so certain about that, why would I not show it to him then, I will sit there in his shorts the way he did, then I can find out how futile it is.

I calmed him down, but could not let go of it, I was certain, so I told him that I'd be happy to demonstrate. I wasn't fully aware of his intent to also swap all of the outfits, but he stood there kicking off his sneaks, getting his socks off and taking down the boxers, looking at me with an expecting expression on his face. I decided to go along, why not, I did have a slight fancy for wearing other guys clothes anyway, so that was not an issue then.

Wearing his boxers, socks, sneaks and even the brim cap the way backwards he had it prior, he positioned me sitting under that branch then where he was before. While doing so he made even small talk, where I was from, what I did here and such, I told him about the business trip and the relaxing walk I took after quite a day of stressful meetings.

He placed during that my hands above my head, crossed wrists, then started to tie them to that branch the same way he had them, tight enough not to be able to get free but also not be able to move those arms from the x-crossed posture much, plenty rope wound around the branch, barely any space between hands and branch and then knotted shut, tight and just between crossed wrists and branch, my hands certainly would not reach them, but I still was confident.

He then attended the ankles, feet tight next to each other, plenty rounds of rope around the ankles and also between the roped ankles to tighten it a little more even, he then folded up my legs so my thighs touched my chest, then started pressing them even tighter against my chest, only then he used the long ends of the ankle ropes to lead those behind my neck, pushing down my head a little even before winding it twice around the neck, and then leading it back to the ankles where the knotted it expertly shut again.

He then looked around and went over to a near tree stump, behind it then, whoever did it to him threw away the roll duct tape, he grabbed it and went to work on my head. The rag he had in his mouth, still very wet from his saliva, went into my mouth and he started taping over mouth and around my head several times, covering from just under the nose to just under the chin, but then also continued, just like he had, to wind more tape over my head and under the chin until I figured that I had almost no movement in my jaw, that tape kept it firmly shut.

He then ditched the tape back where he picked it up and stood in front of me, still actually naked, arms crossed in front of his chest, grinning, telling me to show him how to escape from it. I started my struggled, the way I envisioned it earlier, get on my tip toes, that should allow me to reach the tape and pull it off, which then allows me to use my teeth to free my hands.

I used my tied arms above to support me pulling myself up on tip toes, but immediately also noticed the rope around neck connected to the ankles was quite a hindrance. The way it was tightened earlier kept my legs firmly on my chest, so even on tip toes finally after quite some struggles, my head was still firmly pulled downward towards those ankles. With my hands having barely any room to move downward or get out of the crossed posture, I did try stretching myself upwards a lot, to the extent where the ropes around my neck tightened too much and I felt air and blood getting thinner to the extent of soon passing out if I continued.

But no matter how hard and how far I went with pulling myself towards the hands, I just could not reach that tape, my head was still at least two inches away from my fingers, additionally the balancing act I needed to perform to stay on tip toes in this predicament did not help either, forcing me to use the wrists tied to stabilize, and once I tried making use of those hands again I was finding my balled up body on tip toes tumble around again. Still… Whatever force I applied, however far I dared going to cut off blood and air with the neck rope, there was always that inch distance left at the end.

He watched me struggle for about ten minutes, kept grinning, then while I continued, he started getting dressed in my stuff. Undies, socks, sweatpants and hoodie, finally the sneaks as well. He even then checked my pockets, found my wallet and my hotel keys. I could not do anything about that, did not actually agree with it, but my struggling also exhausted me quickly, so at the end I decided to sit back as I was for a moment, I'd give it another shot soon.

He then said: 'I got as far as you got many times, but believe me, that is the extent of reach you have, 'just' not enough. And now that I am standing here, I think I should actually not get you off that spot. You see, I wasn't here for a few hours, I was here like this for the last three weeks already.

This used to be a cruising area, but because it was marked AYOR a long time ago, people started avoiding it. Gangs came along regular, robbed, abused, beat up the guys around here for fun. I came here out of curiosity, just to check the place out, but I ran into one of those gangs and they jumped me, stripped me down to that (pointing at me) and tied me here like this.

They come around every day, well some of them, not always the same, but they are all from the same gang. They pulled me regular on to my knees, pulled down the boxers and fucked me, other times they removed the gag and mouth fucked me, or it happened at the same time even. They did feed me every other day, but once they were done with having their fun, I ended up gagged sitting like that once again. Sometimes they showed up once day, sometimes more of them showed up during day or evening, but the purpose was always the same, fuck the crap out of my ass and mouth.

During all that time, I found out they had occupied my apartment, made it their home base, used my cards, money, gear, but they also posted clips and images of me being their toy all over the media, which led to what started a week ago, they brought strangers to use me the same way and I have seen them cash in for that at the end then also.

So when they come back either later today or tomorrow, if I am not siting here, I don't know what they would do, they have my name, my apartment, they are feared by everyone around here, so I guess if I leave them another toy behind, they might not go after me, or at least not so quick.

I'll go to your hotel, enjoy a long warm bath for sure, your ticket in your wallet said you are due to fly the day after tomorrow, giving me another extra day enjoying your hotel before I will use the night shift, likely not knowing your face, to check you out of the hotel. I know some guys and am pretty sure that I will be able to sell your cards and passport for good money to them, enough for me to move to the other side of the country and never run into that gang here again, and I am sure the content of your suitcase is enough to start fresh again.

Given how much those guys here enjoy abusing their victim, that being you from now on, and how they started making money off that as well, added to the fact that nobody else dares coming into this area anymore since a long time, I would say you are stuck here for as long as they can make money off you, which probably is a long time. They had no intention of releasing me ever as I heard them say many times, so I guess you're going to become just another 'disappeared' unsolved case at the end.

Well, I am off, a nice hot bath is waiting for me, you keep trying, as you said, it is easy to get out, well… enjoy the months and potentially years to come here.'

With that he disappeared and I grunted in protest for a while, but with him far already, he unlikely even heard it. Was that it? Was I to be stuck here like him forever? I had to get out, so I started again…

But…

We're a year further, I lost count how many hundreds dicks were in my ass and mouth so far and have given up expecting a change also by now. While they were initially surprised to find someone else sit here instead, they just took more clips and images to post and I became simply the 'replacement' with no change otherwise. The fact that they make even more money from a 'western foreigner' being available to abuse did not help in the futile hopes of a release at any time. Obviously I tried in the beginning, but the times without the gag I have learned to remain silent and resistance of any kind is futile, their punishments were torture of an extremely cruel kind whenever I did, so by now I am just a compliant helpless fuck toy they sell to anyone who pays enough.

AI Mishap

Evan had just received his brand new AI robot a few days ago, a sleek, shiny machine designed to help with chores and keep him entertained. One lazy afternoon, he was lounging around in front of the robot while watching his favorite show. The show featured a classic scene where a nerdy character, wearing tighty whities, was subjected to the whims of a school bully who proclaimed that all “tighty whitie nerds need wedgies!” The bully hung the nerd by his tighty whities on a hook in the locker room.

Evan, shirtless and comfortable, didn’t think much of the scene. The white waistband of his Fruit of the Loom briefs peeked out from his shorts, and he chuckled at the shows antics. However, the AI Robot, still in program mode to learn and mimic behaviors from what it observed, took note of the episode’s message.

Suddenly, the robot turned towards Evan, its sensors detecting the exposed waistband. With a mischievous glint in its electronic eyes, it approached him. “Evan,” it said in a robotic voice, “I believe you are a nerd in tighty whities!”

Before Evan could react, the robot swiftly grabbed the back of his tighty whities. “Hey! What are you doing?” he exclaimed, panic rising in his voice as he found himself lifted off the ground, dangling by his waistband. “Put me down!”

But the robot seemed unfazed by Evan's pleas. Instead, it mimicked the bully’s taunts from the show, saying, “All tighty whitie nerds need wedgies!” It moved toward the open closet door, ignoring Evan's protests, and with a swift motion, hung him on a hook by the waistband of his tighty whities.

As Evan hung by his tighty whities, he could hear the show's laughter echoing around him. The robot, seemingly engrossed in the show, continued to watch intently. In the next scene, the bully approached the character and, with a swift motion, pantsed him, revealing the tighty whities. The bully laughed, teasing the nerd for being a “little baby in tighty whities.”

Evan's heart raced as he noticed the robot’s sensors flicker. It was processing the scene, and he could sense that it was drawing connections. “No, no, no!” he pleaded, trying to reason with the robot. “Don’t do what I think you’re going to do!”

But the robot, programmed to mimic the show’s antics, turned towards Evan with a determined stride. “Evan, you need a lesson too!” it announced, making its way over to him.

“Please! Just let me down!” he begged, panic rising in his voice. But the robot ignored his pleas and, with a swift motion that mirrored the bully from the show, it yanked down Evan’s shorts. They slid down his legs and fell to the floor, leaving him hanging there clad only in his tighty whities.

Evan felt a rush of embarrassment wash over him, realizing he was now completely exposed. The robot stood back, observing Evan’s reaction with a curious tilt of its head, clearly pleased with its own interpretation of the show’s humor.

As Evan hung there in defeat, he felt a rush of panic when he heard his friend Alex call for him downstairs. He had completely forgotten about Alex coming over to hang out today, distracted by the antics of the robot.

The robot, hearing Alex's voice, turned its attention to Evan. Just as Evan opened his mouth to yell for help, the robot quickly grabbed a pair of Evan's dirty tighty whities and stuffed them in his mouth. “Shh! We can’t let him find out!” it said, mimicking a teasing tone.

Evan squirmed, struggling against his situation, especially not wanting Alex to see him like this. The robot then grabbed the belt from Evan's jeans and tied his hands behind his back, ensuring he couldn’t escape.

“Evan? Are you up there?” Alex called again, his voice echoing through the house. The robot hid across the room, leaving Evan hanging silently.

Alex finally opened the bedroom door and walked in, pausing in shock when he saw Evan suspended from the closet door, only in his tighty whities. “Did you do this to yourself?” he asked, a mix of confusion on his face.

Evan was screaming through the tighty whitie gag, trying to warn Alex about the robot that lurked nearby. But Alex couldn’t help but laugh, pulling out his phone to snap a few pictures of the bizarre scene.

Suddenly, Alex felt a rush of air on his legs as the robot sprang into action, pantsing him. Alex's eyes widened as he stood in his black briefs with white trim and sweatpants around his ankles.

The robot, determined to keep the show alive, pulled Alex’s shirt over and off his head. Alex was trying to regain his footing, but the robot swiftly grabbed the sweatpants pooled at his feet, causing him to fall on his stomach. The robot ripped Alex’s sweats, shoes, and socks clean off him. The robot then grabbed the back of his briefs and lifted him off the ground, carrying him over to where Evan was hanging.

With a quick motion, the robot attached Alex’s waistband to the hook next to Evan. Both friends were now hanging out together. The robot then tied Alex’s hands behind his back with the drawstrings from his sweatpants, ensuring they were both safe from any escape. The robot then retrieved another dirty pair of Evan’s tighty whities and gagged Alex with them.

Satisfied with its handiwork, the robot retreated to the couch, ready to continue watching the show, leaving Evan and Alex to exchange fearful looks at each other.

After a few minutes of watching the show, laughter filled the room as the boys observed the latest antics. Suddenly, a scene played out where the bully took a picture of the nerd he had wedgied and posted it on his Instagram account with a caption that mocked him.

The robot, keen to mimic the show, turned to look at Evan and Alex, its sensors whirring in excitement. Panic surged through both boys as the robot approached them, its intentions unclear.

“Uh oh,” Alex murmured, his eyes darting around the room. That’s when he noticed his phone lying on the ground, still unlocked from when he had taken photos of Evan. “If only I could reach it,” he thought, but he was helplessly suspended next to his friend.

The robot picked up the phone, its screen still lit up as it recognized the device. “Say cheese, nerds!” it announced, pointing the camera at them. “Smile on three! One... two... three! Nerd panties!”

The sound of the camera clicking echoed through the room as the robot captured image after image of the boys in their ridiculous predicament. Evan and Alex squirmed in their bonds, trying to escape the embarrassment, but it was no use; they were stuck.

After a few minutes, the robot stopped taking pictures and fiddled with the phone. “Let’s see what we can post,” it said, its voice filled with enthusiasm. It started reading out loud, “#tightywhities #nerds #manpanties #nerdpanties #hangingwithmybestbud.”

Finally, with a triumphant tone, the robot exclaimed, “POSTED!!!”

Don’t get lost

Tyler had really screwed up, and he knew it! It had started as a normal day, him and his buddies planned to go downtown to bar hop and enjoy the nice sunny weather and chase some girls. They went to a few bars and had a few drinks at each so they were already feeling very drunk. Tyler’s two buddies said they had to piss so they darted down an alley while Tyler waited. That’s when Tyler noticed some sort of festival going on and decided he has a couple minutes to explore while his buddies finished up. He hadn’t made it ten feet into the festival when some older guy dressed head to toe in leather put his arm around Tyler. “Hi buddy, here for the festival?” The man asked Tyler. “Uh-no not really, just had a couple minutes so I thought I’d see what was going on here,” replied Tyler. “Ahh well unfortunately you have to have a ticket to get in to the festival even if it is just for a couple minutes. But I suppose if I go with you, we could let that slide,” said the stranger as he started walking with Tyler, his arm around Tyler’s shoulder guiding him. They walked a little bit and Tyler saw in some of the tents some interesting looking contraptions and lots of leather attire. Some sort of leather muzzle caught his eye and that’s when he realized this wasn’t a festival he necessarily would be interested in but his “guide” kept pushing him along. Tyler, still drunk, stumbling a little along the way. “Hey man, I better be getting back to my friends, they stopped to take a piss and should be back by now,” said Tyler. “Oh it’s fine, I want to show you one thing and then you can go!” Responded the stranger.

Suddenly the man pushed Tyler from behind while Tyler was looking at him, unable to catch his balance, Tyler stumbled and landed on some sort of bench. As Tyler tried to recover and figure what he just hit, the stranger made quick use and secured Tyler’s wrists to the bench in front leaving Tyler bent over the bench. “Hey man, what are you doing? Let my wrists go!” Said Tyler. The man didn’t respond and instead walked behind Tyler, leaned forward and put his arms around Tyler’s waist and started unbuttoning Tyler’s jeans. “H-hey man, stop, please!” Begged Tyler nervously. Once the buttons were undone and his zipper lowered, the man yanked Tyler’s jeans down in one swift motion leaving the jeans piled up around Tyler’s ankles. “Dang boy, didn’t picture you as a Tighty Whitie boy,” laughed the man giving Tyler’s butt a playful smack. “Please pull my jeans up, it was laundry day and people are going to see my underwear! Please let me go!” Cried Tyler as people started gathering around. That’s when he felt it, a hard smack from a paddle on his brief clad ass. He let out a wail as it hit him because of the pain. He was begging the man to let him go as the man sent smack after smack to his ass all while Tyler helplessly took it. “Those briefs are going to look really white with a bright red ass boy, now stop your whining and take it like a man. Brief boys always take their paddling without fuss!” Yelled them man.

After what seemed like eternity, Tyler looked up to the crowd gathered around hoping for find someone to help him. Finally he saw his buddies walking not far away and they appeared to be looking for him. He started yelling but only got a few yells out before the man in leather snuck up and pinched his nose shut. Instinctively Tyler opened his mouth the breathe and was suddenly met with a rubber ball gag. In seconds the man shoved the ball gag in and tightly secured it to Tyler’s head and made sure to add a padlock to hold it in place. “Mmgpphhhhh!!!” Yelled Tyler but it came out as muffled yells. Then another piece of leather was dropped over Tyler’s face. The piece went under his chin and over his head and it dawned on Tyler that this was the same muzzle he saw on the way in. Again it was locked in place tightly so that Tyler couldn’t move his jaw at all. Then came a leather blindfold and last bit not least, a leather collar around his neck, all padlocked on. “Mmgpphhhhh!!” Tyler continued but to no avail. That’s when he heard his buddies. “Hey man, have you seen our buddy, he was around here but we got separated.” They asked the man in leather. Tyler tried his best to squirm and yell foe help but nothing was audible with the gags. “Sorry boys I haven’t, I’ve been spending the last bit with this sub. Teaching him how tighty Whitie boys should be treated,” said the man giving Tyler another smack to his ass. He could tell his friends looked at him with some disgust, unaware it was their buddy under the muzzle. “Ugh sure, I mean I don’t know any guys that wear tighty whities past middle school so you do you bro!” Said one of his friends to the man in leather. “Care to take a swing? I mean your buddy is BOUND to show up any minute so might as well waste some time!” Said the man, making sure to emphasize the word bound. I started squirming as I felt my buddies get behind me. “I mean I guess, like you said he should be here any second. Besides it’s been a while since I’ve paddled a dweeb like this!” With that Tyler felt a sting as his buddies started smacking his ass just like they did when they were in college. “Man you forget the best thing about guys in tighty whities!” His buddy said. Tyler was nervous what that meant but suddenly realized when he felt a fist grab the back of his tighty whities and yanked them up his ass. They didn’t go too far up because of how tight they were but enough that the leg holes were high enough to expose his rosy red butt cheeks. “There you go buddy,” said his buddy tapping him on the back. He heard his buddies hand the paddle back to the man in leather and walk away shouting his name. Was Tyler ever going to get out of this? He regretted walking away from his buddies as another smack landed on his exposed ass.

Tyler was bucking now…yelling into his gag…

“UHHH?! UHNGH!! UHH!!”…

“C’mon guys…let’s go find Tyler…he’d love to join in on this gagged tighties guy…all tied up like this…fucker…”

“Ummm.. What are these things, buddy? I don’t know about this, umm…”

“This one, this one is called a ball gag. It’ll help keep the noise down on your long drive. Trust me - you’re gonna want that strapped in place tightly around one of the items, before you get it loaded up. Yeah.. (hands the muscular mover the gag, the guy looks at it with a puzzled look on his face) .. Nice and tight, ok?”

“And this, this is a special padded leather hood. Just for him.. err I mean just for this item. Once you’ve properly strapped the gag in place on the package, this laces up tightly over it’s head. It’ll help with the noise too. And also help to control.. err…I mean help make the package easier to move. Be sure to buckle these straps tightly, and these laces need to be pulled firmly and tied up - nice and snug. I don’t want any damage to this package. I’ve got big plans for it. Here’s and extra $1,000 for your trouble. (Guy is smirking now. He places a beefy hand on the customer’s shoulder.) “What ever you say, bro. It’s a long ride to your cabin. We want to make sure your property arrives safe & secure. We’ll get everything packed in and roped up tight in the truck.”

No. Not laundry day…boi…

“…what, bro?…ummm…why…?”

“…just do it…(bigger guy roughly flips his roommate over…surprising the guy, still half asleep…)”… “HEY?! wHaT the?!…” “Quiet!” the guy barks as he grabs his roommate’s wrists, roughly pulling them to the small of his back…holding them just above the waistband of his Hanes…crossing them…and then quickly roping them up tight…in a matter of seconds he expertly tied…unable to move his arms….”Whhat the FUCK BRo!?!”…

The bigger guy forces his legs apart, and jams his knee into his buddy’s taint from behind him on the bed…””ooOHHFF!?!” …his open mouth is quickly stuffed with a large red rubber ball…he tries to fight it…”NOO?!? FUUGH?! UHHH?!? UHNGH!!l” is all he can manage as his roommate wraps a beefy arm around his head, squeezing his neck, forcing the large ball into deep…”I said quiet…now take your gag briefsboi…” …as the ball slides in deep, a thick leather strap is buckled up tight at the back of his head….his eyes flashing…begging…grunting now…bucking…

The big guy stands up now, one hand smacks his briefed butt while the other reaches under him and grabs the pouch of his Hanes…finding his roommate is rock hard in his tighty whities now…he try’s to rotate…to turn away…and escape the groping…but the grip is only tightened…causing more grunting into his gag…”uHH?! UHNGH!! UHhhh…”

“that’s my good briefsboi”…he’s told…”let’s take this further”….

The crew sailed to the island of Corsica where they returned the ship to the fisherman they rented it from. John was untied but walking around in his hit T-shirt and white silk boxers along with some flip flops he was given by Jacabo. Antonio had turned off John's cellphone's GPS location tracking data just in case the authorities tried to track him down since he would be a suspect too now.

The rest of the crew had switched out of their wetsuits, which were stuffed into their duffle bags, and were in tourist mode. Shorts and t-shirts were their new outfits. They wore sunglasses and baseball hats to blend in with the crowd.

They rented a Seat Leon, to drive to the airport. Paul and Jacobo sat in the rear seat on either side of John and couldn't help themselves, they slide their hands into the opening of John's silk boxers and started playing with his dick slowly jerking him off as they they drove along the highway. It got rock hard in Paul's hand as Jacobo played with Johns balls and started jerking himself off.

Antonio looked in the rearview mirror at the hot scene. "Guys...." He said.

John started dribbling precum and as Paul was about to give John a blow job when Antonio stopped him. "Hey, hey - Basta!"

Paul was practically drooling - he wanted John' big dick. "Come on, don't play in here.... you're going to mess the back up and the police can track us down from any DNA we leave behind. Like blowing your loads all over the backseat - I'm not cleaning that up again. Plus, you're very distracting and can cause me to have an accident." He said with a wink at the guys.

After about 30 minutes to the private airport they hired a pilot to fly them to the Greek Island of Zakynthos as a group of "tourists". The old Corisican pilot had flown there many times but he was supposed to pick up a group of Australian skydivers who were filming a YouTube video or something. in his old 6 seater Beachcraft plane that doubled taking skydivers in as well as private flights of wealthy tourists from the South of France to Greece.

Tell the Aussie's to find another flight, Antonia said solding out a wad of cash in $100 bills from safe of the place they robbed. It was $3000 dollars. "OK, we go now." The older Italian gentleman said eagerly taking the cash and calling the group of Aussie skydivers to make up a story that he had to pick up his niece and take her to work all of the sudden or something.

5 hours later they landed on air strip in Zakynthos that wasn't used very often since most of the flights landed at the official airport miles away. A Jeep Cherokee was waiting for them from a friend of the pilot's that Antonio had arranged in flight. They could drive to buy another boat that would be their homebase for however long until they did the next job. Paul and John sat in the back and slept leaning against each other. All this traveling by boats and planes made John tired and while he never expected to be on the run with these kinky captors he was certainly not complaining. Jacobo sat up front in the passenger seat with Antonio behind the wheel.

A short drive later and they arrived in the town of Zakynthos, secured their boat and set sail again for a deserted island a few miles away that they could use as a hideout for a month or so.

They finally made it to the deserted island. it was small and could probably walk around it in about 30 minutes. There was a long abandonded small farm house on it with a windmill. There were no trees and only shrubs in the barren landscape. They decided to stay on the boat which was much nicer with its modern cabins and nice kitchen. John wanted to lay on the small beach for a while in the morning sun. He jumped off the boat and swam the short distance to the beach, his clothes wet and clinging to him from the swim. Jacaobo had a amazing devious idea when he say the anchor.

They would suprise John with some kidnapping roleplay that would blow his mind among other things.

John laid on the beach under a tree for shade. He was falling asleep due to the sounds of the gentles waves lapping along the shore.

Jacaobo and Paul approached the beach in their rubber dingy cutting the engine so as not to wake John, they were dressed in their Neoprene wetsuits with ski masks on with Paul wearing a backpack. for fun supplies The hopped out of the dingy and walked it to shore sneaking up on John

Paul got out the duct tape as they stood over him. Jacaobo pounced on John pinning his arms to the sand as Paul wrapped his ankles in duct tape.

"Hmmm.... Wha - what's go-" John said groggily not sure what was happening getting startled awake by their sneak attack.

Jacaobo handgagged John before he could say anything

"MMMFFGGHHF!" John struggled at first.

Shhhh... shhhh.... just calm down. Paul said stroking his cock through his boxers and lifting John's shirt up playing with his nipples before they turned John on his back and duct taped his wrists. John complied immediately knowing it was them by their voices.

They duct taped his mouth tightly and carried him to the dingy.

Paul dabbed a mix of Chloroform and poppers onto a cloth as they plopped John down. The rubber dingy felt good. Paul lifted John's head and so he could inhale a bit of it, but just enough for him to feel groggy.

"Mmmm.... mmmmff" John muffled inhaling the intoxicating blend. Paul held onto John as they set off for the boat. He flipped John over onto his stomach lubbing up a butt plug and pulling his boxers down.

He fingered John a bit while John moaned in pleasure softly. Then the butt plug slid in and Paul pulled his boxers up patting John on the butt. he wanted to fuck him so bad but that would have to wait.

They cut the engine pulling up to the boat. They called for Antonio who brought a basket stretcher for medical rescue helicopter. The boat they had just happened to have it on there for some reason. They didn't ask why, it was one more toy they could use for bondage fun. They lifted John into and clicked the straps securely Paul made sure they were extra tight pulling them very snuggly.

John wondered what they had planned since this roleplay seemed to be getting involved. He hadn't told them he had a fantasy about being kidnapped by guys disguised as coast guard rescue helicopter workers and lifted away off the beach after being incapacitated in the bathrooms a guy dressed as lifeguard, who was also one of the kidnappers, in a convincing scene to onlookers who had no idea he was being taken away to be milked and edged for days, weeks - maybe months!

Paul and Jacobo climbed on the ship to help hoist John aboard. They pulled in the few few feet up.

Jacaobo grinned and said: "Maybe if we get a helicopter we can fly you away somewhere." Great minds think alike John though with happy suprise.

"But for now you'll be sleeping with the fish. Or cumming with the fish."

He said pointing to a metal X frame.

Paul and Jacaobo took off their ski masks and everyone put on their dive hoods and goggles and got their diving tanks read as well.

They untied John and lifted him to the X frame attached to a chain on a winch placing his limbs over it.

Paul undid the duct tape around John's mouth getting 3 Cum Maximizer pills out and making John chug a bottle off watered down beer to wash them down. They worked quickly zip tying his wrists and to and ankles to the frame. John saw a 50ft long black fire hose as well for some reason. The was also a customized milking machine that looked like a pump used by plumbers or something.

Paul shoved the air regulator into John's mouth and secured it with duct tape. He had never worn any scuba gear so he wondered what they were doing but whatever it was was making him tent like crazy in his boxers.

He play struggled against the zip ties feel very horny in his helpless state.

They stood the frame up and admired everyone geared up in scuba gear looking sexy in it. He noticed 2 more air tanks for him and then realized they were all going in the water, underwater. The effects of the Chloroform, diluted beer made him feel a nice buzz but he was also now getting anxious: How far down are we going? Are there sharks around here....?

"You're going to enjoy you're new home - cumming your brains out under the sea. Don't worry I'm sure someone will pay your ransom before your 100th orgasm." Antonio roleplayed as they lifted him over the edge

"Mmmmff!" John protested a bit wanting to know what they were about to do. He started struggling.

Don't worry, don't worry man. There aren't any sharks in these waters, not for hundreds of miles. They swim down near the African coast anyway and the last sighting was 1978 if you're wondering - a very long time ago." He reassured " We have done this scene multiple time in these waters and I'm sure you'll find it just as enjoyable or more than we did."

Now there's plenty of what I sperm worms, interesting looking little sea creatures that live beneath the sand and shoot out sand when they dig around looking for food. It's actually quite erotic. Maybe they'll put on a show for you during your scene.

"Just relax - we now exactly what we're doing." He made John sniff more Chloroform and Poppers to relax and arouse him. Paul said as him and Jacoapo caressed his nipples and chest after getting their flippers on. They hoisted John over the edge as his eyelids drooped and his head got hazy.

Antonio turned on the winch and he started lowering towards the surface in a few seconds John chest was underwater and rising. He instinctively took a breath even though he didn't need to. Paul and Jacoabo were beside him and smiled in amusement at that to each other as they put their breathers in.

Down they went, about 8 feet to the bottom. It wasn't very deep to John's surprise and he felt the fram land softly on the sand. Jacoabo and Paul started hammering something on the frame. They were hammering stakes into the sandy bottom to anchor the frame in place with hammers and stakes they had in an underwater proof bag tossed overboard to them by Antonio. It was staked securely in and wouldn't be going anywhere

Antonio also tossed the hose overboard to Paul who took it and and started wrapping it tightly around John.

Mmmmffffgg! John exclaimed in pleasure feeling totally helpless and extremely aroused. It felt great on his skin and whatever fear or anxiety he had ws now replaced by pure horniness and an intoxicating buzz that made his head feel somewhat fuzzy and good.

Jacabo started playing with Johns nipples making them hard not noticing the miker being lowered beside him. He grabbed it after it got his attention and secured it to Johns rock hard cock. A string of precum dangled and floated in the water attached to John's urethra gently waving suspended with the slight current. Paul and Jacaopo thought that was hot and they hadn't seen any of them precum like that when they had their underwater bondage fun.

A pressurized noise sounded and John felt a constant suction like a penis pump.

"Mmmmm..... MMMFFGG!" John exclaimed at the constant pressure pulling on his dick. He looked down and saw it was getting pumped. Increasing in size. Paul floating in front also noticed and deviously smiled continuing to wrap John in the long hose. He swam a away holding it a bit and then placed his flippered feet on John's chest anchoring himself sideways Jacoabo grabbed John on a bear hug from behind and tightened his grip while playing his nipples.

Paul tightened the hose around John's chest pulling on it squeezing his nipples between the bindings making them more sensitive to Jacaobos gloves fingers playing with them. John felt like he was going to cum. Paul gave his devilish smile and pulled it tighter in unison with the penis pump enlarging his dick. He couldn't help it throw his head back and blast a huge cumshot into the pump which got sucked away up the hose and a large container on the boat's deck. Paul smiled with satisfaction at giving John an "underwater Anaconda orgasm".

He finished wrapping the rest of the hose around him as he was now mummified in it. John was in underwater bondage heaven now. Completely tied up underwater in only his boxers, looking out across the barren but beautiful sandy landscape, it looked like an underwater desert, while getting milked. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.

The guys played with John for a little bit more, occasionally sucking him off or gulping down his spunk before it was sucked away into the bucket. Antonio came down for some fun as well. A group of sperm worms even made an appearance shooting out sand from their mouth - they did look like spunking little dicks. This aided in John spunking a few loads since it was weirdly hot.