Handcuff & Manacle

Author: plugged
Title: Handcuff & Manacle
Date: 07 December 2005

Written by Handcuff Manacle www.handcuff.co.uk
His naked body struggled futilely against the bonds. He had been trusted up and mummified for hours and all the initial excitement had gone leaving him with only a wondering mind as his body was unable to move with no other usual stimulations. As his mind wandered he allowed himself a few seconds to dream and he envisaged himself slipping the bonds and slipping quietly away without the biker ever seeing him leave. Oh how he'd love to see his face when he returned to the cellar to see that he'd managed to escape - but as his fingers were unable to even move let alone the rest of his body it seemed out of the question. His mind raced what was going to happen to him - did anyone see him kidnapped, was the police going to come knocking on the door and rescue him - his heart sank when he realised his fate was in the hands of his kidnapper. Perhaps he could reason with him - he had some savings perhaps they would be enough, he'd promise not to tell anyone. He kept thinking back what had happened when he had opened the door to a leather-clad stranger the night before. He'd been wearing his dressing gown and was slightly annoyed to be woken up in the early hours of the night. He'd initially feared the worse thinking a neighbour was alerting him to something but as he opened the door earlier that day a black glove forced the door open and a leather biker pushed his way into the hallwall. Before he could even utter a shout the man had pushed him to the ground and had stuffed a rag into his mouth. He tried to scream but the weight of the biker had forced all the air out his lungs in the fall and before he realised what was happening he had fallen unconscious with the effects of the chloroform.

His next recollection was being slapped around the face and a muffled rough voice telling him to wake up. As he tried to clear his mind he continued to be confused as something was pressing around his face and something was stuffed into his mouth. As he tried to move his hands up to his face he realised they were cuffed behind his back. He quickly realised he was naked and something around his neck was keeping his standing upright. As he tried moving his legs he realised they too were chained down to the floor. He felt leather gloves move over his body and a finger tried to enter his hole. To his horror a couple of fingers easily pushed their way deep up his arse and he realised his arse must already have been lubed. Even now his arse felt sore and he wondered what the fuck had happened to him. He tried moaning loudly and struggled against the chains but another hand hit him sharply against the leather hood silencing him immediately. "Fucking shut up boy. You fucking do as you're told and you'll live. Fuck me around you little shit and you won't live to see tomorrow". He stood quietly waiting for the man to say something else but it was silence all around. Without warning he realised the kidnapper had forced a bottle of poppers or something similar under his nose. At the same time the gloved hand continued to rape his arse as two, three and then four fingers were massaged into his exposed hole. The drugs soon took effect and as he stood there he felt his dick twitch and begin to grow. He slowly began to enjoy the sensation and slowly he pushed against the gloved hands allowing the fingers to stretch his hole just that much more. 'This must be some kind of dream - it can't be happening to me' he thought to himself. Suddenly the fingers were withdrawn and what felt like a rubber plug was forced up against his arse. As it was gently inserted into his hole the kidnapper slapped his arse stating "You hold on to that boy - if it comes out you'll get one bigger that won't". Manacle stood there all sexual feelings vanishing in an instant as he remembered his predicament and came down quickly from the poppers.

Suddenly another strange sickly sweet smell entered his nostrils - without warning his body went limp and before he could do anything he slipped into unconsciousness. He awoke sometime later - he had no idea how long he had been out - as he tried each of his limbs each one was securely fastened with steel restraints. He found himself hanging by his hands from the roof his feet barely touching the stone floor. A large leather gag was making it very difficult to breathe and a tight leather hood with only a small nose hole made him feel very claustaphobic. He attempted to struggle by lifting his legs but quickly realised they too were chained slightly apart to the floor. He thought he was alone but strange rough hands began stroking the inside of his legs and a long finger poked his arse gently massaging the hole - it wasn't long before his dick was stickly straight out even though he was terrified as hell. Warm water was being poured over his body and a strange smelling oil was gently rubbed into his aching muscles but then he became aware of a sharp instrument began to systematically shave him all over. Once a leg had been shaved some stickly tape was applied to the ankle and slowly wrapped up to his crotch - the next leg was shaved and again tape applied. His arse and cock was shaved and a large warm plug was stuffed up his arse. As he hung there he realised his arse was growing warmer and warmer until it was unbareably hot and uncomfortable - he tried to push it out but tape was being wrapped around his waist and beneath his crotch keeping the plug in its place. The shaving continued all over his body and even under each armpit - this guy was certainly being thorough. Even his fingers were taped together before the tape was wrapped up each arm. Both arms were then taped to either side of his body before his legs were forced together and taped. At last the leather hood was taken off - He kept his eyes closed expecting bright light to hurt them but slowly opening his eyes he realised only a few candles lit the cavern. The cellar was remarkably empty - mirrors were strategically placed on all the walls making the space look remarkably bigger than it actually was. A long steel cage was hanging from the rafters in one corner and in the other was a young man caged in a tiny cage looking very uncomfortable - He could see he too was trying to struggle and so he made a moan to see if he would look up in his direction but as his head turned his way he could see he was hooded. He then noticed a wooden coffin laid out on the floor close by - and thought to himself "oh god no please not that!" He began to wildly struggle against the bonds but immediately stopped as a whip came very hard against his back - the pain was incruciating and he quickly stopped struggling - He waited for another belt but it didnt come! He thankfully began to breath again and slowly by breathing returned to normal as the pain subsided. Something was suddently forced onto his tongue and a tube stuck into his mouth - without warning cold liquid was forced into his mouth. He drank greedily as he hadn't had anything to drink for some time. The tube was removed and a soft rubber mouth guard was stuffed into his mouth and hands closed over it - He noticed how his teeth moulded quickly into the rubber. He then felt tape being applied to the bottom of his chin and pulled up over his head. Within seconds he was unable to open his mouth to make any sound - the only thing he could do now was moan through his nose. Tape was stretched across his mouth going all around his head. He tried to get the kidnappers attention by looking pleadingly into his eyes - what was he going to do to him? - he panicked thinking suddenly that he wasn't going to let him go and the fact that none of his friends knew he was here came flooding back into his memory. His kidnapper continued to wrap the black plastic tape around his head and his last image before the tape was placed gently over his eyes was a smirk on his kidnapper's face. Everything was quickly encased in tape. The tape continued being wrapped around his head until he found it impossible to even nod or move his head sideways. Strong hands again began to play around with his dick and he was amazed with himself when it jumped to attention. But he then felt the tape being wrapped around his stiff dick and balls which after being encased were taped down painfully flat to his stomach. He attempted to squirm inside the tape but movement was impossible. He then heard the sound of wood scrapping across the stone floor and realised the coffin was being brought up behind me. As he was wondering what the fuck was going to happen next, he felt strong arms grab him around his waist and began to lift him down. His shins touched the top of the coffin and without warning he was lifted up and then down into the coffin before being laid horizontally. Manacle's head was spinning and for the first time he realised something was wrong, had Ihebeen drugged? His head was swimming and parts of his body were feeling all numb. He even had trouble feeling he gag inside his mouth with his tongue. He suddenly felt some fingers prod his stiff dick which was still painfully erect pressing into his stomach, aching to stick upwards but being held down by the tape. He realised it was rigid and wasn't going to go down. His erection was at full force and wasn't going anywhere. As he strugged against my bonds, he felt the tightness of the wooden box around him. Movement in any direction was impossible and all he could do was lie there in the hands of the kidnapper.

It slowly came to him but the effects of the bondage and the drugs were beginning to take effect. He realised he was being sexually stimulated by the tape against his hard dick and the inability to move in any direction. He thrust upwards but stopped as he heard the sound of wood being placed on top of the coffin. He tried to scream out in an attempt to communicate with his kidnapper but all thoughts were drowned out by the sound of nails being driven into the top of the coffin. This was turning out to be his biggest nightmare - so why the fuck was his dick painfully rigid under the tape? He realised he was growing increasingly dizzy with the drugs - his erection was getting harder if that was possible with the eroticism of being tightly cocooned and as he continued to breathe a strange sensation came over him as if poppers were being administered into his enclosed space. He tried flexing his ankles and then his fingers but there was no give in the bindings. He even tried to squirm violently against the tape but movement was impossible - panic began to hit him again. His breathing became faster and more shallow as he strugged futilely - the feeling was unlike anything he had ever experienced - the intrusion into his arse and mouth were very alien and all of a sudden he felt as if he was alone in the world. He was sexually charged but was growing increasingly frustrated at his inability to cum. He felt continuously stimulated by the pressure of the tape on his cock and balls but was unable to move enough to heighten the sensation and to bring about orgasm. He also begain to panic when he realised his fear of suffocation. He could tell the air was becoming more and more stale - how long would the air last? This must be part of some sort of punishment? He then heard the kidnappers voice through the wooden top. "You're going to sleep for a while boy until I need you again"...

He had no choice but to put his life into the hands of his kidnapper - he had no option now but to wait and see what else was planned for him...