KIDNAPPED TOWARD DESIRE - Part 2

Author: ianlt
Title: KIDNAPPED TOWARD DESIRE - Part 2
Date: 13 February 2016

KIDNAPPED TOWARD DESIRE - Part 2



Jackie’s treatment was humiliating, disgusting, and degrading, yet with Suckerfish’s constant attention, my libido trumped my ability to be repulsed.
How many hours had passed? I was utterly exhausted when Jackie stood up, and Suckerfish withdrew
“Now we have to clean him up” Jackie said. “His vomit stinks. His face is smeared with my crap, he is slimy with sweat. Filth may all OK forSuckerfish here, and me, but not for a value added purchase. Take him down stairs, and hose him off. I’ll be down in a minute after I make some arrangements.”
The boys unhooked the chains and pushed me down the stairs. The ground floor of what was a warehouse had a concrete floor. Between two posts was a drain and I was rechained as I had originally been upstairs. A blast of cold water struck me, it ripped into my welts, beat on my balls, drowned my face while the two guys seemed to seek ways to hurt me.
“Thank you boys,” Jackie said as he saved me. “Just as I thought, I emailed over the photos, and we have a very eager buyer.
“Your new owner wants you shaved. You have a such a nice head of hair, fairly uncommon with the shaved head and goatee fad these days, so we will let him decide about that, but the rest has to go” Jackie said to me.
I was fully exposed so I was lathered up and scrapped clean. My hair was washed, even my teeth were cleaned. The soap and then shaving lather felt good and soothing, and afterwards, he put oil on me so me skin gleamed and the light highlighted my muscles. “Beautiful” he said. “He will be very pleased” Jackie towel dried and combed my shoulder length blonde hair. “I think he will like your hair. Now we will pack you for the night and delivery tomorrow”



He brought out a long wide butt plug with wires from the end. After showing its size to me, it was placed up my ass. A metal rod was placed down my urethra with a ring around my glans, and a heavy wide steel ball ring was put on my balls, also with wires. The wires were connected to the appropriate box, and I would have been knocked to the floor if I hadn’t been chained upright.
“Oh, sorry” Jackie said. “I guess I set it too high. Shall we try again?” Another strong jolt left Jackie chuckling and I had every muscle clenched in anticipation of the next one. Ooooh, nice muscles, that should please your owner” said Jackie as he laughed at me while noticing that my cock had grew rigid and upright. “Ah, still a masochist, that will work well for future training” he smirked.

“Now, time to box you up so you will be a beautiful gift wrapped package.”
He called the boys over who had been watching this whole scene, scratching their crotches, and smirking. I was told to put my high heavy boots back on and then was wrapped in plastic wrap with my hands taped into fists, and arms at my side. Then I was tightly carefully covered with shining black duct tape, all but my cock, nips and head. I was watching them work on my in the mirror and even in the terror of the unknown, I was proud of how I looked, a tight, shiny form.
They then worked John’s stolen heavy leather bondage sleep sack onto my body. It reminded me of what was happening to me. What was happening to me? Was I for all intents and purposes already dead, and living in a painful Hell. Why was I allowing, even assisting these men who were essentially ending my life? Or, perhaps I had really just discovered that my life’s true fulfillment was to serve a Master? John had hinted that I had a personality for that level of submission. Perhaps I was so turned on unconsciously that I was reveling in it, or, most likely, the horror was so great that it wasn’t believable, and I kept my mind focused only on what physically was happening rather than the implications.
I was in the sleep sack. The sack was zippered and then tightly laced up. Leather straps at regular intervals further immobilizing me. I could feel cooler air on my nips, cock and balls. Another stolen item, John’s hood was placed on my head, with its attachable large mouth penis gag ramming the back of my throat. It was laced tightly and the collar locked. Then I felt John’s gas mask hood placed over the leather hood. Breathing was restricted, and as soon as it settled onto my head, I could hear the bubbles, as the rubber tubing of the gas mask was attached to the familiar bubble breather. Only my tits and cock and balls were visible. Then Tit clamps were placed on me. As they were tweaked, my cock came back to full erection and I could barely hear them laugh before ear protectors blocked nearly all sound.
I was lifted and placed in a box. A foam or inflatable something was activated and I felt myself compressed, nothing moving. Then I felt a sensation in my cock and balls, and prostate and ass, and then even my tits. A regular pulse. Steady insistent, slightly painful, yet at the same time relaxing and wildly erotic. With each pulse my engorged cock bobbed in response.
The lid must have been placed on the box and sealed shut. The breathing was slightly more restricted, so I assumed the bottle’s small air intake tube had been connected to a tube to the outside of the box. I felt the tit clamps being manipulated and I figured that there were holes in the box and the clamps had been pulled through and connected to each other over the outside of the box. I could feel my tits being tweaked by the clamps being handled, hardly necessary with the pain of the electro running through them. Also my cock and balls were pulled through and must have been tied off outside the box.
I could hear nothing and felt nothing of the outside world. Nor, actually did I care about anything, my mind had turned internal, and focused on the feeling pulsing with the electro on my wildly arroused parts.
At some time, I must have fallen asleep, perhaps Jackie had lowered the electro enough that I could fall into a deep exhausted sleep.
The sleep was abruptly ended when I felt the box being lifted and carried. All anyone could see of a body would have been tit clamps connected to each other by a chain, and strapped up cock and balls all with electrodes attached, and a small hole for the air to the bottle breather device. It was impossible really to hear anything, but I was sure I could hear laughing as my nips were twisted and pulled, and the electric currents turned up to agony both in pulse rate and intensity. And the small hole for my breathing tube was being covered and then released. And, inspite of it all, my exposed cock was rock hard and pulsing. Eventually, with barely enough air to breath, and the tit clamps tied racheted down and then pulled further out, and the electro turned up to clearly moaning uncomfortable, I felt the box being picked up again, and then barely heard, the muffled sound of the van.
I couldn’t be taken to a shipping depot and shipped anywhere since certain exposed anatomical parts wouldn’t be accepted by any shipping company. Was I relieved? Probably, since I was almost insane with the stimulation already and a local “owner” would be far better than being shipped to some remote place, even if the torment and abuse could be exactly the same.
After a while the van stopped and I was carried out. The box was put down and I was left alone for what seemed like a long while. It was amazingly wonderful. I guess I had my pain endorphins kicking in, even with the increased level since I had been picked up this morning, leaving me in a trance like state, punctuated by the repetitive throb of my stimulated cock.
I was jolted out of my reverie by an ever stronger if possible current through my prostate and out my balls. And another and again. There was absolutely no way to struggle. Fruitless attempts at screaming, yet trying to control my breathing through the restrictions of the bottle and narrow air intake, every muscle fiber in my body fought to react and nothing could move. It was suddenly the most liberating feeling in my life. I could totally let myself go, no restrictions, no internal control, because I was totally restricted, totally helpless, having no control. And I had the largest orgasm of my life, shooting and shooting with the electrical jolts, going on forever.
A few months ago, panic would have set in. But thankfully John had taught me to stay with the pain and bondage after cumming. It gradually came to me that the current had been immediately reduced to its previous level, and I was actually getting hard again. That act of consideration; was it a sign of hope?
Breathing quietly, I sensed that the box had been opened. I could hear what sounded like an exclamation of delight. The box was turned on its side, and I was shaken out and rolled onto the floor. It hurt to have my cock and balls and clamped tits under my body weight, but I was rolled quickly onto my back. I could feel the straps and the laces of the sleep sack being undone. I could feel the bandage scissors cut through the wrapping, and pulled back off my body. The ear protectors were removed and I could hear a strong resonant voice telling me to step out of the wrapping and sack and stand up. The accent was refined, mature yet young. I stumbled to me feet, catching my balance, and standing tall and proud. The current had stopped so I presumed that the wires had been removed. The gas mask was removed and I could breathe easier again. Hoooded, I stood before this unknown man totally nude, well, except for the boots, tit clamps, cock and ball devices, and butt plug. I heard another exclamation of delight. “Yes, I’ll take him,” he said as if to himself. “Yes”
I felt his hands on me, touching me, they were warm and strong. He ran his hands down my arms. He fingered my welts and circled the bruises. He held my head in his hands and stroked me. He rubbed my crotch taking pleasure in its response. I was hugged and nuzzled with strength. I could feel his kiss on the hood. And while doing so, he began to push me around, He must have fastened handcuffs on my wrists behind my back. He pulled and chewed on my tits and twisted and squeezed my balls. I felt slaps, and a fist beating on me, all the while he attacked me, he displayed those signs of affection and an urgency of passion. I was pushed to my knees and the gag removed from the hood. His cock entered my mouth, and I was once again grateful to John for his lessons. This man’s loins were lean and strong, and clean. His cock was deep and wide and fit my mouth and throat fully.
He pulled out and he said to me, “I will fuck you now.”
“Yes Sir,” I replied. “Please Sir”, this was what I actually wanted. I finally realized what the honest power of that submission meant, to really want someone enough to give yourself totally to him. And this was a man who I hadn’t yet seen. All I knew was he had bought me, whatever that meant, that he had a wonderful voice, a lean and powerful body, and could play my body like an instrument and I could be aroused by his mastery, and, unearned, as a slave receiving a generous gift, since my pleasure was irrelevant unless it provided him with pleasure.
I was pushed over to what must have been the arm of a sofa and was bent over. My legs were kicked apart, the butt plug removed, and replaced with his cock. He bent over my back and pulled on the clamps, sending waves of pleasure through me, and he took me. A man, taking a man.
When done, he lay atop me stroking me, nuzzling my back with his mouth, scratching his beard on me. I breathed deeply in rhythm to him.
He said, “Stand up” and he reached up and unlocked and unlaced my hood. It was removed and when my eyes recovered sight, I was in a large beautiful room in Pacific Heights. The Golden Gate Bridge lit the dark with the lights of the city below and Sausalito beyond.
And the voice was more beautiful than before as I was told to turn around. And I did. And it was Alan Thorpe. Alan Thorpe, the operatic tenor, who I had watched perform for years. A voice that is clear and strong and sweet, and a tall muscled body that makes him eminently believable as the hero that the tenor usually is. He could, and actually had, performed nude. And his face, with its trimmed beard and flowing hair sent desire through the bodies of both sexes in the audience. He was a man who I had an unrequited love for, a lust tempered by admiration and awe for his tremendous talent, a troubadour love.
And he was holding me and he was kissing me, and I was firmly planted against his body, his tongue in my mouth, possessing and being possessed.
And then he laughed, and said, “Oh this is too wonderful” and he called out laughing “Hey, John, I’ve found your lost boy”
And the door from the next room opened and John comes bounding in with a huge smile on his face. “Are you happy, boy?” he asks me.
“Oh John,” I say still in Alan’s arms, “but what in…..?”
“Here” said John to Alan, “Put this back in the boy’s mouth,” as he handed Alan the ball gag . “Now sit down, and shut up,” said John.
So I sat on the sofa which so recently I had been leaning over. I was in Alan’s arms, nestled against his body.
“You are a special boy to me,” said John. You had an obvious potential and an eagerness to learn and serve since I first met you. I wished that you could have loved me in a way other than you do, but I’m old enough to accept what’s what. Never the less, even if rationally I understood that, you still have given me some, well a lot of, pain, It hurts to be rejected in erotic love, but you’ve also given me a great deal of other kinds of love and I wanted to give to two of the men I deeply love a very great gift, each other.
Tears welled up in my eyes as he continued. “But you also needed to learn to totally give yourself up just as Jackie told you, so yesterday and today was an exercise to teach you.”
And he explained to a mixture of amazement, some anger, and some shame, how he had choreographed the whole day’s activity. How “the guys” and Jackie, even Suckerfish were actors that he represented, trusted and liked. How he had chosen Jackie just to show me that he, John wasn’t so unattractive by half in comparison. John just had to wipe my face in it, in order to give up his deep hurt. He filled in all the details of what happened and what I couldn’t see. He had been priming me for Alan for months after he heard me extol his virtues as we had been at the opera earlier in the season. John had also been Alan’s mentor, so John had been wildly amused by my infatuation.
So after explaining the whole thing, with John and Alan chuckling at me, Alan nuzzling me, and the two of them having a bottle of beer, John reached over and removed the tit clamps. As I groaned in pain, Alan pulled on my tits. “John said, holding up the clamps, “I believe that these are mine Alan, you will have to use your own on him now, but keep the gag. You may need it.”
He kissed me, and then Alan, and then helped himself out.
Alan looked at me, holding my head in between his hands and said, “No, I think I’ll take that gag out because I intend to kiss you again.”