Capture Club - Part Two

Author: lithium500mg
Title: Capture Club - Part Two
Date: 05 April 2016

Capture Club – Part Two

Call me afraid. If there had been any piss or crap in me, I would have dumped it right there. I was at least half a mile from the highway, naked, barefoot and in hand and leg cuffs. As my abductors drove off I couldn’t even use my forced-open and dried up mouth to beg them to stop. I got out a few weak “Ahhhhh”’s to beg, and, a few minutes later, another “ahhhhh” when I wanted to weep in despair. The road seemed ten miles away. I wanted Daddy. Daddy and Daddy’s money always got me out of trouble.

I started thinking the worst. What if coyotes found me? They’d go first for my cock and balls. With my hands cuffed behind my back and locked to belly chains, I couldn’t stop them. They’d surround me. I couldn’t even yell to try to scare them. I leaned over and tried to protect my flopping package between my legs. Then all of the sudden I feared that any movement would attract the coyotes.

I gathered my wits. I would hobble naked towards the highway. I started right away, but the rocky dirt road kept me going slow, maybe two inches per step. I didn’t dare step on a rock. Even then it hurt my bare feet. Every once and a while I’d stop and kneel down to rest the feet.

I was on my knees when I saw a vehicle turn off the highway and come towards me. I nearly burst out in tears. I struggled to get to my feet without falling, which was getting more and more difficult. Finally I got upright, stuck out my chest to look as proud and respectable as possible, and waited. I figured my shiny metal restraints might be noticed at a pretty good distance.

They were going maybe five miles an hour and got to me in a long five or six minutes. The truck stopped 50 yards in front of me and the driver killed the motor. The truck was sitting quietly with its headlights on, brightly lighting up my white skin and blond hair. The glare of the headlights kept me from seeing anyone inside. Nothing happened for at least five minutes, seemingly a very long time. I turned around to show the driver that my hands were cuffed behind my back and that I was totally not a threat. Still nothing happened. I turned back around and started shuffling closer to the truck, and made a few noises from my mouth with the open-mouth gag.

Two guys got out of the truck, leaving the headlights on. I had only made it to maybe a fifth of the way to the truck, so I saw only their silhouettes until they were right on me. I was relieved at finally being saved. The two were muscular and trim, both in their 20’s and shirtless, wearing work shorts and work boots. They both took a long look at what was in front of them, and, finally, one unclasped my gag. I could close my mouth for the first time in hours.

I couldn’t form words yet so I nodded my head and made a noise that I meant to indicate “Thank you.” The two guys were tall and fit, looked good bare-chested, and were neatly groomed. One was fair haired. I’ll call him Zach. The other was dark haired and a little older. I’ll call him Mitt.

Zach asked me if I was OK, and I nodded, but still couldn’t put words together. Mitt held me by my biceps and looked me up and down, and then leaned down to check the leg cuffs. When he raised up his head hit my cock and balls hard. He said “Sorry,” then put his hands on my chest and turned me around so that the lights from the truck hit the cuffs. He checked their fit and checked the lock to the belly chains.

He told his buddy, “They’re tight. We’ll need keys or cutters. He smells pretty bad. Somebody put you out here?” I hadn’t had a shower after my workout at UNLV and had piss on my legs and feet, so I didn’t take this as an insult. I nodded that I had been dumped.

“You could use some water,” Zach commented and headed for the truck. He moved the vehicle up close, put down the gate, and began opening a new 24-pack of Sam’s Club bottled water. The other guy helped me shuffle to the rear of the truck where I sat my bare butt on the tailgate. It felt good getting off my bruised feet. Zach carefully guided two quick bottles down my throat, and opened a third. He opened a lunch box and pulled out a couple of bananas, and fed them to me.

I was getting a little relaxed although I was expecting someone to get me something to cover my groin and give me some sense of protection and respectability. My cock and balls remained open to the night for now. I made up a cover story about UNLV fraternity hazing to avoid telling the true tale. They seemed fine with that.

Mitt complained he didn’t want to crowd dirty and smelly me into the cab. Then he said “If you want him for your woman, you can have him.” I don’t remember what Zach said because my brain was newly scrambling. Zach pushed me back so my cuffed hands were pinned under my body and my cuffed legs were hanging over the tailgate. He then got up into the bed of the truck, sat on my thighs and forced them apart. Meanwhile Mitt was getting some stuff out of the cab.

“He’s pretty. Pretty mouth.” Zach ordered me to open my mouth wide. When I didn’t comply he grabbed my cock and balls, now hanging between my widely-spread thighs, and repeated the order much louder. This time I complied. He leaned over and used two hands to push my mouth even wider. “Pretty teeth.”

I had heard about homosexuals from the Mormon elders. In fact, Deacon Smith had warned me of that this was one of the dangers of being separated from my religious undergarments. I started almost immediately to rationalize. If I was forced to suck dick, I’d still be a virgin. No matter what, I’d still be a virgin.

Mitt came back with some cord and some pliers. He ordered me to open my mouth wide. I did. “Nice teeth, don’t make me yank ‘em.” Then he tapped my nipples with the end of the closed pliers. “These too.” I was terrified. I didn’t delay. I started thinking about what Zach’s dick would look like - and taste like. I hoped it would be clean.

Mitt continued, “When we get to the house we’ll make him a woman for you. Shave him down good. I don’t guess we’ll need to geld him. Get him on his feet.” Zach got off me, and they pulled me off the truck where I stood for inspection. Mitt focused on my nipples and butt while Zach handled my cock and balls. All I was thinking was that my feet hurt badly.

Mitt then tied a tight loop around my cock and balls, and to that tied stringers to the belly chains, front and back. I suppose he had the option of which stringer to shorten, and he shortened the front, making my package jut forward. Zach seemed to like this. They then put me into the bed of the truck on my back, and fastened me to the steel tie-downs in the corners. We drove off.

Standing naked in cuffs and getting my junk strangled, I had begged. “Daddy will pay for my safety.” Stuff like that. I don’t remember the details because I was terrified. They both ignored me completely, as if I were speaking another language. Before they loaded me into the truck, Mitt made me lick his pliers.

The truck continued east of the highway farther into the desert. We traveled slowly for maybe 40 minutes, and arrived at a small compound. The complex included two old mobile homes, a couple of wooden outbuildings, and a water tower. It was starting to get light, and I was incredibly tired and just wanted to get free and crash. The two guys got out of the truck and went into the fancier mobile home. When they came out about 10 minutes later, both were naked.

I was alarmed. I enjoyed being naked with my fellow athletes, and we often swam in the buff in Lake Mead. I thought of Deacon Smith’s warning and, as a Mormon, my chances for Paradise. Then, upon consideration, I thought that, well, both Mitt and Zach looked good, more mature bodies than the athletes. I started thinking that satisfying them, no matter how, might not be so bad.

I got helped out of the truck, and then helped shuffle over to near the water tank. There was a shower head but only one faucet. I was ready for a cold shock, but I should have known that water in a desert tank in the summer is usually lukewarm, at least. The two scrubbed me down like a horse. I had the cleanest cock, balls, and butt in the county. I think they used dish soap starting with my hair and working down. I was glad to get the urine off of me, so I didn’t really analyze what was happening. Zach and Mitt cleaned themselves up as well, and I was glad to think that when I was the “woman” we might all be relatively unsoiled.

As they were finishing up, I could hear and see the dust of a vehicle coming towards us. I figured that I had a chance to be rescued. Despite being naked, Mitt and Zach didn’t appear concerned and turned to meet their visitor. He jumped out of his big pickup truck and excitedly informed us that the Posse Comitatus had taken over the BLM building in Pahrump (the US Bureau of Land Management in a town northwest of Las Vegas). They urgently needed reinforcements to occupy the buildings before the federal government organized to evict them.

Mitt said “Watch him, he’s a Fed”, and he and Zach disappeared into the mobile home and emerged in a few minutes dressed in kind of a mix of cowboy and military gear and carrying sinister-looking rifles and a knapsack. While they were gone I told the new guy I was kidnapped and my Daddy would pay plenty to get me back. He completely ignored me and apparently was consumed by his mission against the BLM.

Mitt pulled a roll of athletic tape from the knapsack, the kind they use to tape ankles and knees, and started wrapping tape around my head, first covering my eyes maybe five times, then continuing down and running out after about five times around my mouth. I was begging for mercy and offering Daddy’s money until my mouth was no longer free. When he was done, he mumbled “We’ll dump him in the desert on the way.” I was so scared I pissed right there on my leg. I got turned back to the shower, rinsed off, and waited my fate.

They led me to the new guy’s truck, put me in the bed, and wrapped my ankles together with more athletic tape. Now I was not only naked and cuffed, but I probably couldn’t even stand up. They loaded their weapons and some other stuff into a big cab-wide tool box in the truck bed, and I got fastened to the tie points and covered with a tarp. The three of them got into the truck, and we drove off.

It was dirt roads and then highway and then, after an hour or so, they pulled off the highway on to a dirt road. We went for about 10 minutes and stopped. When they pulled me out of the truck I started weeping and shaking my head “no” but didn’t expect any results. They laid me down on the dirt and, to my surprise, unlocked and removed the leg cuffs. Then they unlocked the padlock that joined the handcuffs to the belly chains. Next they unlocked the belly chains and, more surprisingly, unlocked the handcuffs. Without saying a word, then drove off.

I waited on the ground for a few minutes, not moving. I didn’t know what was going on. My hands were free for the first time in more than a day, and I could flex my shoulders. I put myself on my butt and began feeling around my head for where to start removing the tape. I made a preliminary check of my cock and balls just to make sure all was OK.

It took a couple minutes to unwind the tape on my head and finally be able to see. It was dark. I looked around briefly and then unwound the tape on my ankles. When I stood up it felt really good to be free, and mostly to have my hands free to move. I spent a little time just moving my arms and shoulders to get back some flexibility. I thought briefly about coyotes munching on my cock and balls, but now I could defend myself a little. I checked to see if anything around me could help remove the cord tightly surrounding my cock and balls. Nothing but rocks and spiny bushes.

It took a few minutes to get my eyes adjusted. Then I noticed the silhouette of a car only about 30 yards away. I approached it gently, step by step, avoiding stepping on any stones. It was my car! I tried the driver’s door, it opened and the interior lights went on. On the driver’s seat were my UNLV Speedo, the keys to the car and my apartment, some familiar snacks and a bottle of water, and an anonymous receipt for $275. Clothes and more food and water, all from my apartment, were in a pillowcase on the passenger’s seat.

I checked to see if the car would start. When it did, I ran it for about five minutes, then turned off the ignition. First I sat naked in the car and then I got out and set my bare butt on the ground. I should have been happy and relieved but I was disappointed. Crushed, really. I wanted in the worst way to be forced to suck Zach’s cock and even lick his balls. I wanted to feel Mitt’s dick slide into my butt. I didn’t move for an hour except for fingering my tied-up cock, my only evidence of Capture Club. I could have removed the restricting cord, but I just pulled the Speedo over my bulge and made the two-hour drive home.

It’s been about three weeks since the Capture Club contract was fulfilled. My feet and all the scrapes and bruises are healed, the last being where the handcuffs had worn off some skin. It took a little while to get all my flexibility back and now I’m back to my regular schedule of work, workouts and socializing.

“Hard torment” costs $575. I filled out the application this afternoon, wrote the check, and walked naked save for a Speedo to the corner mailbox. The new photograph showed me stripped, cuffed, and on my knees.