Kidnapped by two bikers

Author: butchcgn
Title: Kidnapped by two bikers
Date: 31 October 2012

KIDNAPPED BY TWO BIKERS

This happened 4 years ago, a few weeks after my 32nd birthday, as it if was a kind of birthday present from my two captors
We had been chatting for some time and could not find out and figure out how to meet, when and most of all why. To cut a long story short, those two guys were bikers from the Netherlands, but rented a house in the countryside in France. But they had always refused to tell me where, for privacy reasons. One day, Carl, told me that he was in the South of France for some sight-seeing, and that he was moving up to the Netherlands but before that, he would stop for some days in their house in the country, and that if I wanted to join him, I was more than welcome. Richard, his boyfriend, should be there too, but it was not certain. Carl asked me if I had a biker’s equipment and I replied that I owned a helmet, gloves, a jacket and leather pants. Everything seemed ok and we agreed to meet at my place. At that time, I lived 100 km from Geneva, in a remote and boring place. Carl told me that we would be riding at night, because he preferred travelling after dark. I was to wait at the door of my building because he didn’t want any useless chit-chat.

At 10.00 pm sharp he showed and I was ready to hit the road with him. We just shook hands, he didn’t say a word otherwise. He wore a one piece biker suit, in shiny black leather, gloves and boots. His helmet was black as well, and I could not see his face. Well he put the backpack he asked me to bring with me with a change of clothes inside the top case and then we left. It was pleasant to be his passenger, though I really don’t like riding on freeways because of the big trucks. After some time, we stopped for a pee break. Carl remained silent and didn’t take his helmet off but asked me to get rid of mine while I was pissing. Still, before we rode back, I saw him waving a roll of grey duct tape towards me. He cut off four stripes of equal lengths and stuck them over my mouth. It was hot for me to be gagged. He also ordered me to take my glasses off and instead he pulled a silky black biker’s hood over my face and the helmet was put back on. We were now reaching the most unpleasant part of the trip, riding across a rocky place called “Le Colet”. It was tricky, especially without the glasses, because of me being very short-sighted. We finally managed to reach the top and were now heading to the plain, a few miles ahead. Carl decided that he needed to have a second break. We stopped in a very remote rest area. We were alone, until a Volkswagen van stopped near us. I didn’t not pay much attention to it at the moment. We were standing now close to the motorbike. Carl and I had taken the helmets off but we were both wearing the silk hoods, especially me, because was tape gagged under it. I was caught off guard when the door of the van opened and that I could feel two strong arms pulling my from behind and forcing me inside. It only lasted a few second before I was strapped to a kind of bunk bed. The other guy was also wearing a black hood, leather gloves, but unlike Carl, he was dressed with military clothes. It was obvious that the second guy was Richard. Medical restraints had been locked around my ankles and wrists. My biker boots had been taken off and I was now in socks. Richard also pulled my hood off and before taking off the tape gag told me that I would be in big trouble if I was to utter a single sound with my mouth. I nodded that I would obey and the gag was removed. I didn’t pay much attention to Carl, but when he came closer to me inside the van, he was holding a thick white pad, which he pressed over my nose and mouth. It didn’t smell like ether or poppers. I had never smelt something like this before, but I knew for sure that it was chloroform. I had talked about this fantasy with Carl, and he obviously remembered as he was then holding the pad firmly over my face. I was surprised it took that long to fall asleep. In the movies after five seconds the guys were out… but I had to breathe in for a long time before losing consciousness. I was aroused but in the meantime scared shitless because I had no clue of what was going to happen to me.

I sometimes had the feeling I was waking up but I felt the rag was put back over my face to keep me asleep. This was a pleasant sensation and then I had a blackout. When I finally awoke for good, there was no move from the van, no sound of engine. Only a deep silence. My head was encased in leather, so was my whole body, except my dick and nipples.
I was also totally strapped down to something, a kind of leather mattress and I couldn’t even move my head. After a while I realized that my ears had been plugged and that I could only hear the sound of my own heart beating and of my regular breathing. It was a very weird experience at the moment, simply because I did not know where I was, what time of the day of the night it was, and how long I had been sleepsacked. I didn’t remember eating or drinking but had the feeling my stomach was full and I was not thirsty. All this remained a mystery to me.
All of a sudden I could sense a presence near me, and soon felt a gloved hand touching the head of my dick, applying a kind of lotion to it. It felt like some lube. The hand was playing with my dick head, rubbing, caressing, getting me closer to ejaculation, but when I felt I was about to come, the hand stopped for some time, and started again a few minutes later. It lasted for a long time. I couldn’t move, not even make a sound for I had a comfortable leather plug gag inside my mouth. After a while the hand finished the job and I came big time. It was a very unusual sensation for me to come totally motionless. The hand removed the sperm from the sack and the gag was removed. A straw was put inside my mouth and I figured out I had to drink what was given to me. It was water but with a kind of bitter taste in it. The straw was not removed until I had drunk what the masturbating hand wanted me to drink. When I finished drinking, the gag was put back, the leather plug had been covered with my own semen and everything was forced back into my mouth. My dick was cleaned and once I my dick became limp, a chastity device was locked on.
I should have been more careful with the water because I started to feel dizzy and sleepy… And it did not take long before I fell into forced sleep again.

I woke up lying on a bed, legs strapped spread-eagled, and locked into a straight jacket. The hood was still the same : thick and padded with a comfortable gag. I couldn’t tell if there was also a removable blindfold. I suspected that they waited until I was waking up to put the gag in place to prevent me from choking during my sleep. The most puzzling thing for me was not to know anything and to have lost all elements of place and time. I may have been here for days…
My captors came and went quite frequently into the room where I was kept bound and gagged. I could feel their gloved hands over my naked skin. I remembered that I was clothed while sleepsacked, but now I had been stripped off of my clothes and my penis and anus were now available for their games.
Most of the time, it was dick and nipple play. Always soft and sensual. No hard core sm stuff, as I had experienced some other times before I met them. I figured they first wanted to focus on heavy bondage and sensory deprivation. And to be frankly honest, they were doing quite a good job… My first fears had vanished and I was now floating into a kind of pleasant bliss.
The first sexual games started some time after I was freed from the sack and the medical restrains I had been connected to. For the first time since I had ended up their bondage captive, I could stand and walk. They took me to another part of the house or flat where I was staying and I was now walking on cold floor. I guessed that we were in a bathroom. Unknown to me, I realized when they took the hood off, that my eyes had been covered with patches and that even without it, I was still in the dark. They showered me, cleaned me. While drying me towels, one of them pressed a thick piece of fabric over my face again. I stepped back and tried to back off because I didn’t want to be chloroformed or put to sleep again. But it was only a sock that they wanted to force between my teeth. Duct tape was put over my lips and my hands were now tied behind my back with leather handcuffs. I was pushed towards a kind of padded bench, my ass crack exposed to any possible games. I felt some shaving cream being smeared on my ass and soon the cold contact of a razor blade getting rid of my hairs. Poppers was given to me to breathe while a a cold metal ball was pushed into my ass connected to a kind of metal cock ring. My pubic hairs were also removed and the cock ring put in place. I thought it was enough with shaving, but I heard the buzzing noise of a trimmer and felt my hair falling on my shoulders and then on the floor. I was not thrilled at this idea and even more reluctant when I felt a toilet cloth dripping of warm water, cleansing me first, and then softening the skin of my skull before it was covered with shaving cream too and deprived of its hair. I was not a kind of prisoner skin head… a total slave.

I was taken out of the bathroom and led to another room. I was led by two gloved hands, holding my arms firmly. I was told to stand and not move before they told me to do otherwise. One of them began caressing me and stroking me to keep me waiting. It didn’t last long before I felt lifted up of the ground and laid down onto a bed. I realized they were putting clothes on me, but I couldn’t tell what it was, for the fabric was unknown to me. I realized very soon that it was something which resembles nylon… and that I was now wearing tights with garters and some woman’s underwear.
They asked me to get on my all fours and to show them my ass, still plugged with the metal ball. After a quick whiff of poppers, the ball and the cockring were removed and a rubber gasmask put over my padded eyes and face. Soon, I could smelled the particular “perfume” of poppers filling my nostrils and invading my head.
My ass was fingered with lubricant, and a dick took possession of my hole. My muscles contracted because it was rather unexpected. But the poppers and the caresses which were given to me helped me to relax. I was not fucked but made love to. The moves were soft and tender. No brutality in the moves. I couldn’t tell if it was Carl or Richard who was inside me… I simply knew that the sensation was wonderful. I could hear a voice panting before coming. Once it was finished, that his partner took his place. His penis was bigger and he was more aggressive in his gestures. I didn’t like that at all my protests were muffled by the sock gag taped over my mouth. I could only wait until it stopped.
Once it was over, a collar was locked around my neck and a leash attached to it. I was told to stand and walk like a slave dog, in my woman’s lingerie and my shaved head.
They sat me in a chair and secured me to it with leather ankle and wrist restrains. Headphones were put over my ears, playing some kind of new age music, quite mesmerizing. I soon drowsed but was put back to reality when the gag was removed and replaced by a dick. I was now face fucked while two gloved hands behind me were playing with my nipples and were giving me poppers from the bottle. Before climax, the dick was removed and I felt some warm sperm falling on my chest, and then a hot tongue licking it up from my skin. My mouth was filled with a second dick again, with the same process : tit work and poppers until orgasm.
I was left tied up to my chair and I was trying to picture myself in my woman’s lingerie, blindfolded, gagged. The headphones were put back in my ears, but this time instead of music, I could hear some strange noises like morse language. It made me feel dizzy as if I was hypnotized. I knew that my body was freed from the restrains, that I was carried over a leather shoulder, my hands patting leather covered thighs, but I was not sure this was happening to me. I was strapped to a kind of leather armchair with padded belts and the hood and gag were removed. I was told that I was a baby and that I was being fed. They give me some vegetables soup from a baby bottle and also some mashed potatoes with ground meat. They made me drink orange juice from a baby bottle as well and once I finished untie me to take me to another room. This time they helped me to lay down on a kind of operating table. At least I had the sensation it was one. Another hood was put over my padded eyes and a ball gag strapped over my mouth. They didn’t change my clothes this time and I was still their lingerie slave boy. The head phones were also put back but this time the music was scarier. It was Gregorian chants. The atmosphere was different because apart from the religious songs I couldn’t hear anything. Something small was inserted inside my ass and I felt a liquid running in my guts, but not like a regular enema. And it didn’t take long before I started to feel very relaxed. They probably had inserted some kind of tranquilizer inside me.
And then the fun began…

Being blindfolded kept me from anticipating what was going to happen to me but for long hours my body became their playground and I was led close to climax on many occasion before they allowed me to come a second time.
Things started slowly with soft brushing on my nipples and on my dick, probably to make comfortable. The chems which were running now inside my blood helped me to calm down and I surrendered to their four hands. The religious music was more and more impressive and the games became stronger. The first drops of hot wax started falling on my tits while some kind of clamps were put on my foreskin before a metal sound was inserted. I had never experienced that before. I didn’t know where to focus, for my body was attacked on diverse parts. Wax and sounds and pegs… it was the quintessence of pleasure and pain. The sounds were simply amazing, and I loved the sensation, of having a kind of soft liquid moisterising my uretra. I had the feeling my dick was fucked and the sensation was unknown to me until that moment. The sounds became thicker in size, but the bigger they get, the more I managed to spread my legs to let them in. The gag was very useful to muffle my moans of pleasure. Added to that, they had put a kind of medical breathing mask over my nose and I was also given poppers too.
My whole chest was now covered with wax and when it was removed, my hairs were pulled out as well, which was far from being pleasant. The waxing was done some more times and the games with the sounds went on. Finally, a kind of uretral plug was put inside my dick and I sensed a wooden peg been clamped on each tit with a bigger keep them in place.
Waxing went on but this time on my dick head. I expected the pain to be harder, but it was milder than on my nipples. The wax was taken off when it was fully solid and I had the sensation that my cock was a mushroom.
My gag was removed to be replaced by a kind of tube and it didn’t take long before I could taste the first drops of hot piss from it. Every two or three second, a drip of piss fell inside my mouth and I swallowed it down with much pleasure, whereas I am not a big fan of water sports.
It was a way to distract me from another game they had began to play with me : needles though my balls skin. They soon realized that I didn’t like at all, for my moans had turned into cries of pain and they stopped.
They also released me from the medical table and took me to a leather bed where the three of us were now having some sex. They first asked me to lick their boots, which I did greedily. I was mesmerized by the smell and the taste of their leathers. They took their boots off and asked me to smell their socks and to remove them with my mouth without biting them. The socks had been worn for some day obviously, because the smell and the taste was strong. But once again the chems were a big help to taste and enjoy their socks and feet, that I licked and cleaned with my hungry tongue.
They asked me to lick their crotch and once again to take their leather jock strap off. Their dicks smelled sweat and leather and they pressed their jockstrap on my nose to make me breathe their manhood. It was heaven to me. I could now recognize which body I was licking and kissing thanks to their voices. I noticed that Richard was harder in his way of treating me than Kjeng was. That was him who asked me to rim his ass. It was clean, hairless with a smell of sweat and leather. I pushed my tongue deep inside his crack, and it was his turn to moan, not for long obviously because he started to make muffled sounds, so I figured that Kjeng had gagged him. I rimmed him until he came and I could feel his body collapsing onto the leather bed. Kjeng gave me his ass to rim as well but before made me drink some water because my tongue was dry. I rimmed him until my jaws became tired and sore and Carl came as well very loudly, since he was not gagged, unlike Richard.
They pulled me onto the bed as well and I was standing between them, having two guys. They didn’t gag me, instead I was allowed to French kiss them for the first time. Carl played with my nipples and gave me poppers to breathe in, while I kissed Richard. At the beginning I was not allowed tu use my hands to jerk off but after a long kissing and tit work session they gave me permission to.
So I jerked off… in the meantime I was kissing Richard and Kjeng kept on playing with my tits harder and harder. The mix of these two sensations soon became too hard to handle and I could feel the orgasm coming.
Until that day, I had never experienced something that strong. I felt this orgasm growing and growing, I desperately wanted to come but the sperm seemed to stay blocked inside my balls. My stomach started to contract to expel my cum but once again, nothing came out. I was panting, gasping for air. I knew that I still was with the lingerie on, between two naked bikers still gloved and it aroused me even more. After long and agonizing minutes I finally came… and I came big time.
I had the feeling it would never stop. Richard’s hand was clamped over my mouth to muffle my moans. And the more he held his hand tight, the more I felt excited. My whole body was just reduced to one big spasm until the last drop of semen left my balls. Carl later told me that from the moment I started to climax until my last blip, four minutes elapsed…
I felt I was covered with sperm and when I wanted to stand up, my legs were too weak and I fell down to my knees.
It took me some time before I could walk again and I was experiencing a terrible sensation of depression. They took me back to the bathroom, showered me for the second time and brought me back to my seclusion room.
I was sleepsacked once again, but this time inside a spandex model. A spandex hood was pulled over my head and I was given something to drink through a baby bottle again. I knew that the water they gave me was not “pure” and I fell asleep soon after they both gave me a hot French kiss.

When I awoke, I was still inside the sack with the hood on, but I had the sensation that I had been moved from the bed where they had laid me. Still, I could hear some noise inside the mysterious room where I was and I had lost track of time and space. My mind was racing and I had tried to imagine what the place may look like. With the patches they had put over my eyes, it was impossible to have the slightest little space to even see a spot about a wall, a door or even the floor. I was starting to get accustomed to darkness and my other senses were sharpened, especially the touch, since my audition was often reduced as well, not to mention my talking. The chemicals they made me take were also of great help, still I was wondering how my body could accept such a mix, starting with chloroform, and then sleeping pills and probably ghb. I could only trust them “blindly”, no pun intended.
When they realized I was awake, they took me out from the sack, fed me as usual with baby-bottles and straws, showered me and brushed my teeth. I stayed naked for some time, not even wearing the lingerie they had dressed me with, and the leather collar was removed as well. But one thing was sure, they were still gloved. This time, from what I could smell, they were wearing rubber clothes and gloves. I was led to a room and after a while I could feel they were wrapping my body in plastic foil. Even my feet and my toes were covered. They did their job in two steps. The first one was to cover all the visible parts of my skin from my neck to my feet. My head was not touched at that moment. When the plastic was in place, they put a second layer over me : duct tape. And I after I disappeared under plastic, tape was covering me. I was very stiff, not able to make a single move. And the mummification was still pleasant to wear. To my surprise, they just gagged me with tape and put a thin spandex hood over my head. I felt lifted and carried to a some place new. For the first time I realized I was outside the house for I could feel some fresh air. But it did not last long. I was soon laid down onto a bunk, which seemed to be the same than the one used for my kidnapping. My whole body was strapped to the bunk, to prevent me from falling down. A medical mask was also secured over the hood, probably to sedate me, as they were used to do. Finally, the van moved and we left. I didn’t know where. After some time, soundproof headphones were put over my ears and then it was silence, and darkness as usual. Though I couldn’t identify any obvious smell, I was soon feeling drowsy and doze off. Once again I lost track of time and I was heading to a place unknown to me. And I didn’t even know where I was at that moment. Finally the van stopped and I was left alone before somebody unstrapped me from my bunk, but my hood stayed on, so did the gag. I felt pulled and laid onto a kind of rolling table and transferred inside another house. I did not stay long on this table and I was lifted to my feet and I managed to stand without falling and it was quite hard to keep my balance with both feet covered with plastic and tape. Suddenly I felt a presence very close to me. The headphones were removed and I could hear voices too. They were talking in different languages : I noticed that Dutch was the most commonly spoken tongue, which was normal since my captors were from the Netherlands, German could also be heard, and English when they probably wanted me to understand what was being said. I could sometimes get some words in German, but not a lot. The hood was lifted a little up to my mouth and the gag peeled off my lips. Some guy was holding me in his arms now and kissing me. Eventually he stepped back and my hood was removed. It didn’t take long before plastic foil started to be rolled over my head. My nose was the only part which had been saved from the plastic invasion. Duct tape was added to this, still leaving some space free for me o breathe. Then I felt a body pressed on my back. The person was also mummified like me, and we were now being wrapped together, with the same technique: plastic and tape. Ropes were also added and pulled tight to prevent us from falling. We seemed to be a kind of living tape statue, displayed for the pleasure of our hosts. I can’t tell how long I stayed connected with that unknown person. I began sweating, my head started to turn because I was hungry and thirsty. When our respective Masters decided that we had to be freed from this encasement, I was really relieved. After they dried me off the sweat, my slave’s outfit was put on… the usual tights and garters they liked to see me in.
I was lead downstairs to a place which was called the dungeon. It was cold inside and for the first time the pads over my eyes were removed. The place was dark, the walls were painted in black and there were steel and leather everywhere. I could see four other figures all dressed in black leather from head to toe, their faces masked as well. One of them came to me holding a roll of grey tape. He gagged me putting two striped of tape on my lips
Then came plastic foil again, and my head was once again mummified. Tape covered the whole thing. But this was not over. A tight latex gasmask was put on my mummified head, and was also covered in plastic and tape. My head felt like it could not move and this was amplified when I ended up in a leather sack, strapped to the medical table standing in the middle of the dungeon. My dick and tits were not covered with leather and I could feel an electric sex device was put on my dick and balls and someone was playing with my nipples. Soon the pleasant smell of poppers filled my nostrils and I began to float. It was my first experience with electricity and it was done very well. The intensity rose gradually and once I got accustomed to the sensation, it increased little by little.
An electrode was directly connected to my dick head and this was intense because it felt as if many hands were caressing me in the meantime. The poppers also made its effect because I now was used to this contention on my head and it felt amazing. I wanted more but couldn’t voice it.
And after long minutes of pleasant torture I came, and it was intense… not as the previous time when I shot my load with Carl and Richard. But it was an awesome orgasm…
I was left like this for a moment and then I passed out and it was a big blackout…

The noise of my cell phone ringing woke me up. It was the first time since I had been kidnapped that I could hear it. I didn’t know where I was. I thought I was bound again but soon realized that I was only blindfolded. I took the pads off my eyes and found myself lying on my bed, in full biker suit, except my boots. I was in my bedroom, the alarm clock on my bedside table indicated 4.30 am, but I couldn’t tell which day it was. The phone kept on ringing until I hang up and heard Carl’s voice, asking me if I was ok. And that was it. I had been kidnapped on a Thursday night, and I was brought back home 5 days later.
A few weeks later I received a long email from Carl explaining what had happened. I was kidnapped in France but driven up to their house in the country, which explained the long hours I had spent asleep in the van. To drive me back to my place, we went to Switzerland and we visited friends of theirs, with the dungeon. After I came for the last time I was sedated immediately and transported in a ambulance at night time to prevent my neighbors from watching my arrival at home.
And when Carl called me, he was just behind my front door to check if everything was fine.
It was the last time I heard from them.
When I took my clothes on to take a shower, I smiled when I realized I was still wearing the black lingerie… and honestly I did look pretty sexy in it…