mmmph82 (AbductedPrisoner)

It's almost like I've been in the back of the car trunk before and the engine sounds familiar as well.

"It can't be him... He said he wasn't going to be away for weeks," I mutter the words in my head, trying to figure out if it's who I really think it is.

The car drives into the garage and the garage door closes. I hear him get out of the car and the trunk pops open. I glance up and you can see his facial expression, grinning through the black spandex hood.

"You shouldn't leave your location on. Bad things can happen, like getting kidnapped."

Shit. Yep, it's him. The same guy I played with before and challenged that I could get out of his cuffs and cuff him, but he heartedly laughed for several seconds in our conversations. I try to back up into the trunk but his gloved hands pull me out of the trunk and onto a padded mat on the garage floor. His body weight quickly pins me down on the mat as he grabs his duffle bag and pulls out several chains.

"MMMPH!" I try to scream but the gag is so tight inside my mouth covered with tape. The one thing he knows what to do well is gag my mouth very tightly. He is a pro and I know I am royally screwed. The chain is wrapped around my waist a few times, around my torso, and around my thighs then tightly padlocked. My pants are sagging and my black boxers are exposed while he unlocks the cuffs behind me and swings my right arm to the front, then takes his other hand and swings my left arm around and re-locks them together. The gloved hands take some kind of box and attach it between the bow of the cuffs so I cannot tamper with the lock.

"Last time you hid the key and tried to escape. This time I will make it impossible for you to escape even if I deliberately gave you the key." I stare at the spandex hood and give him the biggest eye roll ever. he then takes his boot and presses up against my balls. "MMPHMMMMPPHMPPPH!" I look into his spandex hood trying to apologize with my facial expression, like a sad, lost puppy, with droopy eyes.

"Don't give me that look. You WANT this. You NEED this. You DESERVE this because you are a very bad boy, aren't you, Prisoner?"

I look up at him and slowly shake my head yes. I cannot play this game with him, because he knows me very well.

His gloved hands forcibly lift me up on my feet and he opens the side door of the garage and slowly marches me to the backdoor. My saggy pants fall between the shackles of my legs as he leads me to the backdoor. As he punches in a code I look around trying to find an escape but his gloved hand is holding me so tight that it would be impossible and the escape would only last for one second... if that long. The door opens and he pushes me inside and shuts and locks the back door. I see the orange jumpsuit hanging up in the laundry room, a jumpsuit I am very familiar with wearing.

He grabs the prisoner jumpsuit and then has me slowly walk down several steps into the basement. I know the layout of this floor very well because I have tried to escape numerous times. I have been plotting in my mind for several minutes on how I am going to attack him and make him the prisoner instead, especially since he lied to me that he wasn't going to be in town for several weeks.

He marches me into the bathroom and proceeds to unlock the blue box from the handcuff restraint system and unlock the chains from my body.

"You are going to take a shower and when you are done, you will put on your orange jumpsuit and spread your hands and legs on the floor and yell for me when you are finished. One wrong move......" "Zap zap!" His gloved hand reveals a small tazer device with enough voltage that it would likely hurt. My eyes get big as my brain needs to figure out Plan B. He is NOT going to win this time. I shake my head "yes" as he finishes unchaining my body, but leaving my mouth gagged. Before he leaves the bathroom, he unties my shoes, removes my socks, and then forcibly pulls down my saggy pants below my knees as I hop with one foot as he removes them from each leg, and then pulls off my t-shirt. He then puts all my clothes in a bag, takes his other gloved hand waves my iPhone in front of me, and leaves the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

I get into the shower and think about "Plan B" and what am I going to do now that he has a taser device. I try to remove the tight tape wrapped around my mouth; he wraps it so well that he adds tape to the side of my nostrils so I cannot wiggle the tape off with my lips. It takes several minutes to remove the tape and finally dislodge the huge sponge inside my mouth. The sponge has to be at least a few inches in diameter and completely packed the inside of my mouth.

"Why are you taking so long? Prisoners only get 2 minutes to shower and get dressed!"

Fuck. I quickly wash the soap off my body and turn off the water. I quickly dry off with the towel and slip on the orange prison jumpsuit. I have an idea of how this is going to work. He left the tape on the bathroom vanity. I quickly grab the tape and hide behind the door. "Okay, I am ready," I yell from inside the bathroom. I hear him come towards the bathroom door... here's my chance, I know I only have a few seconds to react. As the door swings open I grab his arm, twisting it to his side, and trip his leg with my right foot. BAM! He falls right on the floor. The taser drops from his hand and onto the floor. I grab the taser, throwing it on the other side of the bathroom, and it slides into the hallway. I quickly take the tape and wrap it around his wrists, while his legs try to kick my private parts. I straddle his legs as I continue to wrap the tape around his wrists, three, four, six, eight, ten times.

"YOU ARE GOING TO REGRET THIS," screams the guy in the spandex hood. I reach down and pull off the spandex hood, revealing @tyler-lawson's face.

"You should have NEVER took those cuffs off of me. Haven't you learned that I will figure a way to... ZAP-ZAP-ZAP-ZAP"

.... "AHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK," I scream out in pain as a black hood is slipped over my head and a strong hand puts me in a headlock. "Drop the tape NOW or I will make your balls hurt with this taser."

I am 41 years old and have 22 years of bondage experience.

I live in Colorado, USA, but can travel most anywhere in the United States and Canada.

I am into long-term bondage and captivity. You can find more information about my likes/dislikes at http://www.recon.com/mmmph82

I am looking for something more "occasional" or "regular" basis. I am looking for a bondage partner(s) who I can play with and we can build trust. Sadly, I've had a few bad experiences with limits not being respected, and that's not cool. Either respect limits or stop playing with others. Don't be a dick.

Vacation time! The plane landed in San Francisco and it was time to head to Folsom! I grabbed my luggage as I got off the plane and started walking toward the train. "Bzz Bzz".

I grab my phone from my pocket, figuring it was some notification from Facebook -- however, it was a text message.

"Nice Adidas shoes and suit you got on, skinhead. You are perfect, boy."

The text is from an unknown number "1234567890." But, how the hell did he know what I had on or that I had a shaved head? I look around and I see no one. It's 9:00 o'clock on a Sunday morning and I don't see anyone out of the ordinary. No leathermen or anyone familiar going to Folsom. I try to respond to the message: "Who is this? Are you going to Folsom? I am on the train right now headed that way."

The train leaves the airport station and heads to downtown. The train is very empty, with only a few women on board - no guys.

"Bzz Bzz"

I pick up my phone again and my internet connection goes out. However, a map pops up with my location with a blue dot from the number that texted me earlier.

"You can try to run, but you will fail."

Whatever. Someone wants to play fun and games at Folsom and I am sure I will see the person when I get there. I disregard and shrug off the message.

I finally reach downtown and get off at my stop. I walk up the stairs and then a few blocks and enter Folsom. I am there early and the venues are still setting up. I see men decked out in leather, rubber, and gas masks, however, no one is approaching me. I even see two guys on the street getting their diapers changed. There are certainly a lot of kinks that go on inside this place!

A few hours go by and it becomes very crowded. I mingle with a few guys at some of the booths, check out some of the floggers, and get lightly flogged by one of the guys dressed in full leather. I figure it's one of them who sent me that message earlier, but no one says a word to me other than if I want to buy one of the floggers.

"Bzz Bzz"

I pick up my phone, and this time it's a different number. I click on the text to read it.

"I am not at Folsom, but I am not too far away. That was cute that you liked being flogged, but I am into real toys. I like you and handcuffs." I shake my head and shrug off the message again.

I turn around in a full 360-degree circle and shout: "Alright, which one of you is playing games with my phone!?" Everyone awkwardly looks at me as if I am crazy or was just released from an asylum ward.

A guy from a booth nearby approaches me.

"Son, is the sun getting to you? Do you need water? Looks like your shaved head is getting red."

I look so embarrassed and I quickly walk back into the crowd. I literally feel like I am on I-5 in Los Angeles and stopped traffic. The crowd is literally moving like caterpillars as I slowly make my way to one of the exits.

I pull up the Lyft app and set up a ride to come and get me to take me to a hotel that is about a half-hour south of San Francisco. It's a newer, virtual type of AirBNB hotel with all of the necessities. The Lyft driver picks me up and it's a very slow drive out of the city as lots of people are trying to leave Folsom at the same time.

"Bzz Bzz"

I look at my phone and it's another number. It shows my photo on the navigation map app slowly leaving town, headed to the hotel.

"Nice hotel choice. See you soon boy."

I turn off my phone. Whoever is playing these pranks is going way too far. I think they have somehow hacked into my phone. Maybe if I keep the phone off the GPS location will be lost. The Lyft finally reaches the hotel and I get out of the car and turn on my phone to get the sign-in instructions. The text messages have completely disappeared, but I never deleted or blocked the numbers. I followed the instructions sent to my e-mail to enter the hotel.

"Room 223. Code 6287 to enter the building and to enter your room."

6 2 8 7. The door opens to the building. It's completely virtual, but there is a map inside showing me where to go, the second floor, and then the last room at the end of the hallway.

I put my backpack on my back and start marching up the steps, admiring the scenery and artwork on the walls. I put in the same code to access my room and the door unlocks and opens. It's a very nice space with a bed, bathroom, and large television. I am a little creeped out, so I quickly look in the bathroom, in the closets, and underneath the bed to make sure it's only me and not some creep waiting around.

"Ugh thank goodness that creep is gone," I say out loud with a sign of relief.

I put my backpack on the bed, grab my wallet, and head out to explore the town. The street looks like a mini Broadway, with locally owned business shops, a movie theater, and even a venue to get something to drink. There's even a train station at the end of the street. This looks like a really cool town to explore for the next several days.

I hop on the train and head to the mall. It's a little chilly and I forgot to bring my jacket. I head inside and see a nice Adidas jacket that is on sale that would look really good on me. I take it off the rack and slip it on. The material feels good and matches the rest of my outfit. I pay for the jacket, then grab a coffee and go for a stroll outside.

I start looking at the different menu selections as I am getting hungry. I haven't had anything to eat since I left Folsom a few hours ago. Lasagna is always good!

"Bzz Bzz."

I take the phone out of my pocket and glance at the message.

"Right behind you boy." I stop and turn around, but there is a crowd of people. My body spins in 360 degrees, but I still don't see anyone out of the ordinary.

"Bzz Bzz." I quickly glance at my phone

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

I quickly leave the outdoor mall for the train and quickly turn off my phone. I blend easily into the crowd, so hopefully, I have lost the creep. The train finally approaches and I quickly hop on as the train takes off. The sun begins to set behind the trees. Do I dare turn on my phone again? I forgot my code. Someone is tracking me. I keep trying to think of the code in my head as the train arrives at my destination. Not many people get off the train, just me and a few other people who head in a different direction. I feel like my head is spinning around as I am constantly looking around me at all times. I finally get to the hotel and the door is open as another person was just leaving. I quickly walk past the door and walk up the stairs.

"Ugh, I do not remember my code. Fuck." I turn on my phone to try and get the code number.

"Click click." The door cracks open.

"I had no idea my phone was tagged to the hotel door?"

I slowly peek my head inside and put my head around the door. Before I can react, I feel a tight leather-gloved hand twist my arm and the other gloved hand tightly over my mouth. His foot trips my feet and the hotel door shuts.

"I am not a creep boy. Just your favorite stalker."

"MPPH MPPPH," he bends my wrist to where it begins to hurt and I can feel the bow of the cuff clasp into my wrist and lock on tightly, and then the other wrist. The other gloved hand is still clamped tightly over my mouth. I can feel some kind of mesh netting start moving over my left hand -- it feels like some kind of mitt.

"MPPPH-NOMPPPH". A huge red rubber ball gag is pushed underneath the gloved hand tightly sealed over my mouth and shoved into my mouth, then tightly buckled behind my head. The mysterious gloved hands continue to bind my hands with police restraint mitts and then he tightly adds restraints around my knees and ankles, several wraps around with locks. He pulls out a large duffel bag underneath the bed and pushes me onto my knees fits my entire body inside the sack and connects my wrists and ankles into a hogtie, then proceeds to zip the bag up. He lifts my cocooned body up over his shoulder puts my backpack over his shoulder and slowly marches down the stairs and outside of the hotel. After what seems like an eternity, I hear a car trunk open and he gently drops my body into the trunk, slams the trunk door shut, and gets into the driver seat. "Vroooom vrooom" He takes off and it seems like he goes from 0 to 80 in 4 seconds, like it's turbo-mode and my tightly bound cocooned body bounces back and forth inside the trunk. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" I can hear his muffled laughs inside the bodybag as I am thrown around the back of the trunk.

After several minutes, I finally feel the car turn into the driveway and hear the garage door open. I hear the driver's door open and the drunk door open. The zipper slowly opens from the body bag and I see his concealed-figured face.

Thanks to @heyitstopper on recon and Twitter for putting me in his very restrictive straitjacket and chains! I could not budge - literally.

Abducted by @tyler-lawson

What seems like hours later, I am slowly awakened to being unchained from the cage. His forehead presses onto my gas mask looking directly into my eyes as his breath fogs up the lens of the mask.

“Bad news. I am afraid that your flight as been cancelled…. And you will be staying with me for a while longer.”

The smile on his face means he cancelled it himself, but my cock trying to swell into the locked chastity device is certainly not complaining.

He drags the black leather sleepsack into the closet and begins to unwrap the chains from my legs. I shake my head several times and try to push the gag out of my mouth but it’s locked and molded inside and impossible to move. Once he unwraps the chains from my legs they immediately get pushed down into the sleepsack. I rattle the chains from my wrist in protest.

His head once again leads forward into my eyes of the gas mask.

“Don’t worry those chains will come off in a few minutes. Now we can play the easy way or the hard way. Are you going to be good when I remove the chains from your hands?”

I try to give a very straight face but he knows I’m nothing but trouble. He gets more chloroform ready to add to the rag attached to the hose of the gas mask. I shake my head moaning and pleading through the gag that I would be good.

He puts the bottle down but keeps it nearby. He begins to unchain my hands and slowly and unwraps all of the chain from around my torso and body.

“Give me your hands, nice and slow and do not make any fast moves or you will be sleeping no again in just a few minutes”

I slowly move my arms forward from behind. He turns around to grab some restraints and I know I only have two seconds. I take my padded hands and quickly put them over his head and twist his arms. After a few minutes of scuffling on the floor, I am able to pull my legs from out of the sleeping bag and roll over and shut the closet door and dart into one of the bedrooms where there is a fire door. My padded hands try to open the door when the alarm goes off. It is obnoxious and loud. I realize I may not be able to climb the ladder with these mitts locked on my hands and run back down the hallway about the same time as the closet door swung open. He tries to grab my leg but barely misses. I begin farting up the stairs and running for the main door but it’s locked. I get jiggling it with my padded hands and messing with the lock but it won’t open.

“MPPHHFUCK,” I attempt to say through the locked, molded gag inside my mouth. I am able to pull the gas mask off of my head and throw it on the floor.

Suddenly the alarm turns off but there is no sound from Tyler. I know I am locked inside this house and he could sneak up on me at any second. Either way, I am screwed. I slowly sneak up another flight of stairs and hide in one of the bedroom closets. I try to stand flat inside the closet against the wall and the door. I try to stay as still as possible as five minutes goes by… 10…15. There is still no sign of Tyler.

I slowly emerge from the closet and Tyler is sitting on the bed with the bedroom door shut and locked, and with an evil look on his face. I come over slowly and kneel in front of him and put my padded hands behind my back.

His gloved hands rub my beard and the side of my face as he smiles at me.

“That was … cute. But, did you really think you were going to escape from this house? You know how much I love security and locks.”

He grabs me with his arms and holds me into a cuddle. His gloved hands rub my beard again and the molded gag locked inside my mouth, admiring how I cannot make a sound.

He then quickly takes his gloved hands and pulls my padded hands above my head as he drags me further up the bed and locks them to a chain that is already secured to the bed frame. This was not shocking as I have been locked to this bed before many times and know all about his restraints onto the bed. He then unlocks the molded gag from my head and the large gag slowly pulls out of my mouth. Before I could say anything, a thick leather hood with a muzzle is pulled over my face. He quickly ties the strings in the back and then adjusts all the buckles around the head and underneath the jaw to make sure I cannot make a sound. I hear the dangling of more chains as they are added to each ankle and locked to each corner of the bed frame. I try moving my hands and legs but I know it’s useless.

(I am sure he will think of a way to make it happen though....)

Featuring Abductor @tyler-lawson After lots of cuddles with his tight leather-gloved hands around me, Tyler slowly helps me up from the hot tub and guides me back downstairs to the cage in a dark closet.  I had originally helped him put this cage together before, but he tightened all of the screws to the cage and it is now chained to a pole in the room.  Fuck, he already knew what I could do because I tested it out when we first put it together several months ago. I am slowly guided into the metal cage and he begins chaining my body still covered in a wetsuit to the cage. He begins to wrap the ankles.  You can feel the warm, tight leather gloved hand with each wrap of the chain, four, five, six, ten, twelve times until the ankle is completely wrapped and is chain is padlocked to the metal cage.  He proceeds to do the same with the next ankle and wraps it tightly to the cage.  Another set of chains is applied from my chastity belt to the torso area, and slowly moved to underneath my armpits and padlocked to the top of the cage.   He begins to reach for my padded wrists but I pull away.  He begins punching my stomach and mildly beating my abs until I give him both of my wrists.

“AHHHH you fuck-MPPPPPH” – suddenly a tight gloved hand moves over the mouth to muffle my screams.

“Who told you that you could talk, toy?” I look into his eyes and feel hypnotized.  He literally can get away with anything he wants – he already has.  He grabs my wrists, puts them behind my back and begins threading the chains through the locks of the padded mitts.  He wraps chain around my wrists several more times before threading them through the bars of the cage and adding a large padlock. Suddenly the gloved hand moves toward my mouth and pries it open and a large silicone gag is slowly pushed inside.  This gag is very strict and basically molds inside your mouth and holds down your tongue. Wide black duct tape is then wrapped around the head several times to keep the silicone gag in place.  “mph-gulp” is the only sound that I can make.  I shake my head “NO” repeatedly but his gloved hand keeps rubbing my face and head.

He gets up and shuts the door behind him, leaving me in complete darkness.  I begin to move my padded hands around trying to find a way to get the chains off my wrists, but they are tightly chained to the back of the cage. I rattle the cage several times by rocking it back and forth.

Kidnapped by @tyler-lawson After trying to get into a comfortable position in the leather sleepsack, I hear the door open. He comes over to the bed, unlocks my muzzle, and adjusts a few of the straps on the sleepsack so I can sit on the bed. As he looks over me on the bed, I notice he has changed into a black wetsuit. It’s tight across his body and fits him perfectly. I also think he’s up to something but I haven't figured out exactly what yet.

His black-gloved hands hold a plate with a turkey and ham sandwich, garden salad, Greek yogurt, and water.

“I got to make sure my prisoner remains healthy and hydrated!” He proceeds to hold the sandwich in his hand to handfeed me.

“Oh, come on, I promise I won’t go anywhere.”

Tyler stares at me with a grin on his face and proceeds to put the sandwich to my mouth. I take a few bites of the sandwich and he gives me water to wash it down.

“You know the rules, boy. You are an object when you are under my care. Besides, you’ve tried to get away before and prisoners cannot be trusted.”

I continue to eat my sandwich.

“I have not the slightest idea of what you’re talking about,” I say without trying to crack a smile as I am eating.

I finish eating my food and he wipes my face with a towel.

“So, I am going to get you out of the sleepsack, and we are going to go to the spa where you can relax for a bit.” He continues to wipe my face with a huge grin on his face.

I stare at him as he mentions the spa and admiring his tight black wetsuit.

“Just what the hell is up your sleeves, Tyler? I know you are up to something.”

He glares at me for a moment and he gets very close to my face.

“WHAT did you just call me? That is NOT what you call me.”

I stare at him and realize the mistake I made. His eyes turned a yellowish tint and could tell that he got mad.

“I am sorry, Warden, Kidnapper, Sir. I forgot my place and I guess I need to be shown my place as I am your piece of property.”

His gloved hand lightly slaps the side of my face and runs his gloved hand to my locked chastity device.

“That’s right boy. I think you need to be shown your place and where you belong. I still don’t think you have grasped that understanding just yet. It’s almost like you never want to leave since you keep making mistakes.”

I glare at him as he continues to grin at my locked cock in chastity. It hurts and I want out of this little prison so badly. He jiggles the keys in his pockets.

“Well, I mean I wouldn’t mind if –”

Suddenly his gloved hand clamps over my mouth. “SILENCE. Must you always reply or question everything I say?”

Tyler begins to unstrap me from the leather sleepsack by unbuckling all of the straps. He slowly pulls me out with his gloved hands holding me steadily as I slide out of the sack and my feet land back onto the floor. He then proceeds to push me onto my knees.

“This is where you belong, on your knees, like any prisoner. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Kidnapper Sir.”

He then attaches a leash to my collar and yanks me up from the floor and proceeds to lead me slowly up the stairs. He glares into my eyes with every step making sure that I don’t make one unusual move. We finally reach the spa room and there’s a rubber suit already laid out on the chair, along with other restraints.

Tyler unzips the wetsuit that was on the chair and helps to glide me into the suit. It is very form-fitting and tight, but the material feels very good. He zips it up from the back and then proceeds to put fist mitts on my hands. He grabs one hand and slowly pushes the hand into the mitt and locks it. Once he does the same procedure with my other hand, he then takes a chain and wraps it around my fisted mitts to around my waist and locks them together. I cannot lift my hands above my waist.

Tyler helps to guide me into the spa. The water is very warm but not too hot – it is at a very comfortable temperature. He proceeds to sit down and then turns me around to where my back is facing him and slowly lowers me as his legs lock my lower body.

I am very tense, because I know what he’s going to do. We have talked about some type of waterboarding for a while as it’s also his fantasy, too. His gloved hands rub my body all over to ease the stress and anxiety.

“I know what I am doing and I promise you will be okay. Do you understand me, boy?”

I shake my head reluctantly, but I know that I can trust him. I take a deep breath and hold it and his gloved hands dunks my head into the water. My ears begin to pop and fill with water. My head is completely submerged into the water and I try to bring my head up but he is too strong. After 5 seconds (seemed like eternity,) he lifts my head up and I begin to breathe as the water from my ears begins to pour out. I take several deep breaths and look at him and he slowly begins to lower me, so I quickly take another deep breath. This time, he dunks my head repeatedly into the water – one second in and one second out. He does this three or four times. As I begin to cough, he lifts my head and holds me to his chest.

“Relax. You are doing just fine. Just breathe.”

I take several more breaths and compose myself and I nod my head to continue. He begins to slowly lower me into the water and I take a deep breath before my head is submerged into the water. His hand holds my head into the water ten seconds. I am counting and I am starting to panic, which I am sure is the game he likes to play. I begin kicking and trying to pull my hands above the waist and he suddenly lifts my head from out of the water. I take a deep breath and he immediately dunks my head back into the water several times for one to two second intervals.

“Good boy. You are doing excellent.”

Part 2 - From Cage to Sleepsack @tyler-lawson

The sun shines through the downstairs windows. I slowly awaken with the reminder that I can barely move – chains attached and locked all across my body and connected to the cage.  The last time I was in this cage, I was able to use my body weight to roll it around across the floor, but he has attached a chain and padlocked it to an eyebolt on the floor. He knows my tricks all too well.

I hear yawning and footsteps coming down the stairs, and the sound of Tlyer slipping on his leather gloves over his hands. “Good morning, my prisoner” he says with an evil grin on his face. He unlocks the two locks on the cage, opens the door, and proceeds to pet my muzzled face as the gloved hand strokes my hair and cheek.

“Thirsty boy?”

I moan and shake my head yes and try to get into a comfortable position but the chains remind me that I have no control.  He smiles at me trying to move out of the predicament I’m in and enjoys his bondage work.  He begins to unlock all the straps from my muzzle and starts removing the buckles from the loops.  As the gag becomes to come out of the mouth, his gloved hand immediately clamps my mouth closed.

“You are here for looks only and no sound, do we understand each other.”

I give him a huge eyeroll and shake my head yes.

“I promise that you will regret the eyeroll later.”

Tyler then brings a bottle with a straw to my mouth and releases the gloved hand from my lips.  I begin to drink the Gatorade through the straw.  I am extremely thirsty and finish the entire bottle.

He puts his gloved hand back over my mouth and takes his other hand and begins unchaining the lock from the eyebolt attached to the floor.  He slowly takes one hand and begins moving the cage into the spare bedroom.  A medium sized leather sleepsack awaits on the bed, with chains already attached and locked to the bed mattress and frame.  

“Remember, not a word while I unchain you from this cage, or I promise you will regret it. Do not underestimate me boy. Got it?”  He says this with a very stern look.  I shake my head yes, but he knows I will probably say something, because I never listen.  Of course, that is a price I will likely have to pay later.

After unchaining my body from the cage, Tyler grabs me by the hair and my legs and knees move from out of the cage.

“OUCH DAMNIT, that hurts,” screaming as I am being pulled from the cage.

Tyler gives an evil grin on his face.  “I thought I told you not to say anything.”

“You only did that so – MPPPPHMPPPH”

His face inches closer to the side of my face as his gloved hand keeps my mouth shut.

“I can and will do ANYTHING I want to you because you like me. Isn’t that right, boy?”

If my cock wasn’t standing to attention by this point, something must be very wrong with me.  But, I could feel my cock throbbing and leaking, so we didn’t have to worry about that.  But, just checking.

I look at him directly in his eyes and give him the most submissive look as I shake my head yes.

Tyler lifts me from off the floor and takes my legs and lower body and pushes me into the leather sleepsack.  It feels a big cold but the leather feels absolutely amazing. I have a feeling that he bought this one size smaller than I am to make sure I never escape because I have very little movement already and he hasn’t even zipped it up.  He glides each arm into the sleeves on the side of the sleepsack and then positions my head onto the pillow.  His leather-gloved hand begins to slowly take the zipper and slowly move up my body all the way to my neck.  He pulls out large bondage belts.  He takes the first belt and moves it over my ankles and pulls on it tightly to where I cannot move them.  He proceeds with a second bondage belt and adds it just above the first belt.  He then proceeds with two additional bondage belts and applies one just below and just above the knees, pulling very tightly before fastening the belt. Two more belts are wrapped around my wrists, and two more are around my shoulders. I begin moaning and groaning, trying to wiggle but the only thing I can move is my head.  He then lifts my head as he applies vet wrap around my eyes and head.  The orange vet wrap is wrapped numerous times around my eyes and then he moves it around my head from the top and slowly moves the wrap around my jaw and works it back up to the top of the head again.  He repeats this process at least ten times.

“Sleep secured by boy.”  His gloved hand slides down the leather sleepsack, making creaking noises and slowly reaches my cock.  He rubs it for a minute as I moan and groan and then disappears.

I remain still for several minutes to make sure he is not in the room.  After I cannot hear him, I begin to struggle.  I left my head up repeatedly and try to pull my body from the leather sleepsack, but the belts are so tight that I cannot move an inch.  I wiggle back and forth but all I can hear are the locks and chains clinging to the bedframe. I start to moan loudly, trying to get out of the sleepsack, but it’s impossible.

As I continue moving my head I suddenly feel a gloved hand clamp over my mouth.

“MPPPHHMPPH!!””

I can feel something HUGE with his other gloved hand as it slides underneath the one over my mouth. I repeatedly shake my head no and keep my lips shut tight.  I try to turn my head in the opposite direction but the gloved hands over my face follow my every move.  After pinching my nose shut for several inches my lips open slightly to breathe and a massive ball moves into my mouth and over my tongue.  The squishy ball begins to expand inside my mouth, molding and forming the inside of my mouth to where I can no longer speak.  Vet wrap is wrapped around my lips and head repeatedly, at least twenty times.  I can hear him open another roll of vet wrap and he uses the entire roll to wrap several more layers from the top of my head to my jaw. I try to move my jaw to speak but the ball inside my mouth is so huge and the vet wrap is so tight, it’s absolutely impossible to form a word or even make a moaning sound.

"Awww the orange vet wrap matches your hot prison uniform. You know how much I like color coordination. Everything must match or at least be close, and now it looks hot over your redhead and red beard." Tyler takes his gloved hand and gently rubs my orange-cocooned face.

Once again, his gloved hand slides slowly down to my cock and rubs my extremely hard erection.  I feel like I am going to orgasm and I shake my head violently to try to tell him, and he suddenly stops.

“Oh, I almost forgot to secure your head. I am so glad you warned me!”

I moan and shake my head no, but it was too late.  The gloved hands move the muzzle tightly over my mouth and begins to attach the buckles around my head.  The bottom buckles apply more pressure to my jaw, and the top buckles secure the rest of the muzzle.  It is extremely tight to the point that I can only breathe.

*Squirt squirt*

Tyler suddenly jolts back as I begin to release a load.  He can barely hear my moans through the vet wrap and tight muzzle.  He can see my body reaction as I wiggle.

“NO ONE TOLD YOU TO CUM, PRISONER!”  His gloved hands slap my balls repeatedly. I try to wiggle and shift my body away from his gloved hands but it’s useless at this point.  I moan and whimper like a puppy dog and he eventually stops.

After wiping my cock with a towel, I suddenly feel something cold and steel applied around my balls. Oh shit, he bought a chastity device..... I shake my head repeatedly, but he doesn't stop. He works the steel over my limp cock and applies the lock.

“You have now disobeyed me three times. The prisoner will suffer. I have so many plans for you for the next week and the only time you will use that cock is to pee.”

Kidnapped by @tyler-lawson kinda/sorta/will be a true story Part 1

I knew I was going to get kidnapped, but I didn’t know how or when. Of course, I would send Tyler very blunt messages of where I was traveling and for how long. I would even share my location – hell, he’s even tracked my plane from take off to touching down.

I decided to take a trip to his city.  He said he was going to be busy with his friends and not going to be hone. That could be very true, since he is constantly on the go. So, I thought nothing about it.  I landed at the airport, took the train towards the city, then got off the train and waited for an uber. It was after midnight, and I was all alone on the side street. Suddenly I hear “Vrooom” with bright lights shining in my face and the car slamming on breaks in front of me.  A black figure gets out of a dark BMW. I try to run, but his black tight leather gloved hand grabs me and holds my mouth as the trunk pops open.  He zip ties my wrists tightly and attaches them to an eyebolt on the side of the car, and then zip ties my ankles and attaches them to my ankles. He takes a piece of duct tape and quickly puts it over my mouth.  The trunk slams shut and he quickly gets inside the car.  Suddenly, my back gets pushed to the side of the trunk as the other guy accelerates and goes 0 to 80 mph in 4 seconds. He zigzags and takes the curves wild and jumps on the 280 and accelerates onto the onramp like some maniac.  I am pretty sure this is Tyler and I have a sneaky suspicion of who is driving the BMW, too

He continues to zigzag like crazy until he gets back to his house.  I can hear the garage doors open and Tyler getting out of the car.  By that point, I already managed to get the duct tape partially off my lips, which he knew I was good at doing. Now, here is my chance to scream.  The trunk door pops open and he quickly takes the muzzle with a hug gag and pushes it to my lips as he pulls off the duct tape.  His other gloved hand clamps my nose shut and I open my mouth and he quickly jams the gag into my mouth and attaches the muzzle around my head and tightly clinches the jaw.  There was absolutely no way I was getting out of this muzzle.   He proceeds to cut the zip tie attached to the eyebolt to the car and pulls me out.  His assistant puts me over his shoulders and carries me inside.

He slowly takes me downstairs with Tyler following behind with a black balaclava over his head and wearing a police uniform and black boots.  He puts me on the playroom floor and holds me down while Tyler cuts the zip ties off my hands.  His assistant then begins to unbutton my shirt and pull it off, while Tyler removes my shoes and then pulls off my jeans, leaving me only in my black boxers.  He then takes the orange prison jumpsuit and puts it on my body.  I try to move, but both are applying their weight and it’s impossible for me to make a move to escape. After the jumpsuit is on, Tyler immediately grabs my right wrist and snaps the bow of the cuff onto it, and then grabs my left hand.  I try to pull my left hand away and push it to the side until he grabs me by the balls.  “MPPPPPPH” – I moaned as loud as I could into the muzzle gag (which was not loud at all) and I hesitantly gave him my left arm so he could apply the handcuff onto my wrist and lock them together.  He adds a blue box with another chain that now wraps around my waist.  His assistant begins to wrap around my upper arms, and elbows, with many, many wraps until I was encased in chains.  They have had a shopping spree at the Homo Depot, because I don’t recall him having this amount of chains before.   Suddenly, my knees are enchased in chains and shackles are added to my ankles.  I am suddenly pulled from behind and into a cage.  They both work hard to secure me to the cage by adding more chains around my body and looping them through the cage. Tyler gets in the cage for a minute to inspect his work. His gloved hands move all over my muzzled mouth and slides down to my crotch.  Of course, I am a very happy camper.  He reaches for a gas mask with the eyes blacked out and applies it over my head.  He makes sure I cannot get it off as he attaches a collar around my neck and loops a chain to the gas mask. He then attaches the hose to the gas mask and is fooling with it.  I am not sure what he’s doing but I suddenly smell this awful smell – dirty socks. They are absolutely awful and they are placed into a sneaker and duct taped around the hose of the gas mask.  “MPPPPPH” my head thrashes around trying to move the sock off the hose, but it’s impossible as it's duct-taped on tightly. “Good night, my prisoner!” is the last and ONLY word I hear from his mouth, and I can feel the door shut and lock with two large padlocks.  Suddenly I can sense the lights are turned off and he shuts the playroom door.  I try to shift my body weight to move one of the bars, trying to see if I can remove the chains, but it’s impossible.  I adjust myself and try to get some sleep, which is impossible from smelling these awful dirty socks.  It’s going to be a very long night. To be continued