Scott Kidnapped Part 2

Author: crueldrago
Title: Scott Kidnapped Part 2
Date: 21 June 2009

One Hour Later

Scott had been moved inside a house and carried to a room upstairs where the cable ties had been cut from around his legs and ankles and now rope bound his ankles and knees together, the bag had been taken off of his head and tape had been used to seal his eyes closed and keep him blind, his hands were still cuffed and he lay on a carpeted floor too exhausted to really struggle, the past hour and a half of struggling had taken it toll and he lay sweating heavily, his gag reinforced with more tape wrapped tightly around his head, he could feel his clothes clinging to him with the sweat he had built up during his struggles and he could hear his captor walking around inside the room and the odd sound of things being moved around. He was still wondering if this was a prank by his team mates for missing that critical goal but was frightened, he knew nobody else knew about his kinky side and although he had been for kidnapped he couldn’t help but get a little hard in his sweaty boxers and tracksuit feeling the rope against his limbs and the tape on his face, he drifted off remembering the kinky times he had been bound and gagged but was swiftly brought back to reality when he felt his captor grab hold of one of his Nikes.

Giving the TN a hard tug it slipped free of Scott’s white socked foot, the warmth was evident straight away and the captor took a moment to enjoy the sudden rush of scent from the trainer he had removed from his captive, he looked down to see Scott wiggle his toes a little.

Finally free from the sweaty trainer Scott wiggled his toes a little it felt good to get a little air to his feet at last, he felt the hand of his captor on his damp white sock, then he felt the hand leave his foot and heard the sound of duct tape tearing away from the roll.

The attacker knelt down beside Scott’s head and holding his trainer in one hand placed his free hand on the back of Scott’s head and pressed the sweaty TN to his face forcing him to breathe through his own sweaty Nike.

Scott bucked in his bondage as he felt something being pressed against his face, he took a sharp intake of breath through his nose and smelt the sweaty smell of the inside of his prized white TN’s, it took only a second for his cock to respond and he was soon sporting a rock hard boner in his sweaty white CK’s.

The attacker held Scott’s trainer over his nose for a minute or two before taping it into place over his face so that he had no choice but to breath in the smell of his own feet. He took a moment to look over the lad and noticed the hard on tenting his trackie bottoms, a smile spread across his face and he bent forward and brushed his hand against the hard on, it twitched and a moan escaped Scott’s gag, he gripped the hard cock in his hand and squeezed it, feeling it move in his hand and hearing the groan coming from Scott’s gag, muffled by the trainer taped to his face, it would seem he has found Scott’s weakness.

The attacker stood up and again watched the bound lad on the floor, every now and then he twitched in his bonds and grunted into his gag, the hard cock in his trackies twitching visibly beneath the cover of blue cloth. He watched for a few minutes more and then an idea sprung into his head, he headed over to a cupboard in the corner of the room and took a key from his pocket, unlocking the heavy padlock on the door he swung it open to reveal various items of bondage equipment and a pair of scissors.

The attacker took the scissors from the cupboard and again headed for Scott’s bound body laying on the floor, he slipped the edge of the blade beneath the cuff of Scott’s tracksuit top and started to snip away the sleeve, Scott feeling what was happening started to grunt wildly into his gag again, forcing him to breathe more deeply through his sweaty TN, the attacker stopped for a moment and sat down beside the bound lad, “I’d hold still if I were you, wouldn’t want to cut you” he said in his deep gruff voice. Scott stiffened his muscles and held still as the attacked sliced his tracksuit top off of his bound body. Soon the top was removed revealing a light blue t-shirt which was drenched with the sweat of Scott from his struggles earlier on during his capture. The attacker once again began slicing the clothing, this time going up the right seam along Scott’s body, soon enough the t-shirt fell into rags and the attacker pulled it away from his body revealing Scott’s bare upper body, glistening with sweat and breathing deeply again through his TN. The fear of what was happening to him sinking in with each passing second.