Scott Kidnapped Part 3

Author: crueldrago
Title: Scott Kidnapped Part 3
Date: 03 August 2009

The attacker took a few minutes to take in the sight of Scott laying half naked on the floor of the room tied up gagged and blindfold with his own sweaty Nike on his face, he then crouched down again this time at Scott’s feet and slipped off the remaining trainer, he held it to his face and took in the smell of the bound lad and felt his own hardon grow in his boxers, he put down the Nike and began removing Scott’s sweaty white socks sliding each one down his ankle and pulling it softly over Scott’s heel revealing his bare sweaty feet, as he removed each sock he held it up to his face and took in a deep breath, taking in the scent of the sexy guy he had kidnapped from the path earlier in the day.

Scott lay there feeling his socks being removed and wiggled his toes, he was sure he couldn’t escape and really had no choice but to endure what was happening, the air inside his Nike that had been taped to his face was getting stale and the warmth from his breath had increased the smell of his own feet inside the TN.

The attacker brushed his hand along the soft sole of Scott’s foot causing his toes to curl and a grunt escape his gag, the attacker watched as Scott’s cock reacted to the touch on his foot, it was showing he enjoyed it, the attacker continued and holding Scott’s bare feet under his arm he began to tickle the soft sweaty size 9’s, Scott’s body jerked and heaved in his bondage the attack on the soles of his feet causing his to strain against the rope holding him to try and get away from the fingers working on his feet, he struggled and curled his toes to stop the attack but the fingers pried his toes back and held them in place as they tickled the space just under his toes, it was driving him wild and the sweat once again began to pour out of him, the thoughts of anything other than the tickling fled from his head and he had forgotten all about the trainer on his face and the smell that filled his nostrils with each ragged breath.

The attacker continued to struggle against the bucking and straining of Scott as he held his bare bound feet in place, holding his big toes together to stop his curling, the attacker continued for about ten minutes before allowing Scott a little rest, he dumped the bound feet on the floor again and reached for his scissors once more.

Scott relaxed a little panting for air through the TN and still trying not to laugh behind his gag as his body spasms eased off from the tickling he had been forced to suffer, he then felt the cold steel of the scissors again, this time at his ankles, slicing away his trackie bottoms.

The attacker worked slowly cutting the blue material away from Scott’s legs, he worked around the rope binding the lads knees together, and up to the crotch, he dropped the scissors for a moment and reached forward to hold Scott’s cock which was still hard as a rock, the attacker could feel a damp patch on the front of the trackies and he squeezed Scott’s cock through the trackie bottoms. He spent several minutes holding and squeezing his cock, grunts once again came from Scott’s gag and he rolled around onto his back and forced his cock further into his attacker’s hand, almost humping it. The attacker let go and finished the task at hand by cutting away the rest of the tracksuit bottoms.

Scott lay there now naked apart from his white CK boxers, still tied up and helpless he could do little but wait for what his attacker decided to put him through next, he wouldn’t have to wait long as he felt his attacker grope his cock again, Scott really had no control over this part of his body and although he was scared and worried about everything that was happening his cock still betrayed him and reacted to the touch of his captor’s hand.

The attacker was enjoying the site of his helpless captive he stood for a moment and took a few shots with his camera so he could remember the sight of Scott laying bound and gagged on the bedroom floor naked apart from his CK’s and a trainer on his face.

Scott waited he heard the click of the camera and really didn’t know what to expect, he was half expecting his football mates to start laughing and untie him at any second but something deep inside him knew that wasn’t going to happen, he worried about what time it was, how long he had been here and if anyone had called for help and had witnessed his abduction, all this flew from his mind the second his attacker began to pull down his CK’s.

The attacker pulled down the CK’s to the rope binding his knees and rolled Scott onto his back, the cuffs digging in more now that he had no clothes protecting him, the attacker took Scott’s cock in his hand and began to slowly stroke his finger around the head of the cock, driving Scott to hump and grunt like a wild animal, he kept this up for minute after long minute, each minute passing like an hour, each sweep of the finger feeling like it had set Scott’s nervous system on fire, all of Scott’s being was now wanting to shoot his load, he wanted nothing more in life at this precise moment, the attacker continued with the slow motion on the bound lad’s cock head.

The attacker watched the reactions of his captive and enjoyed every second, he was about to cum in his own pants, he reached forward with his other hand and began to tickle Scott’s side as he kept up the assault on his cock, the bound lad let out a muffled screech as the fingers played his body and cock simultaneously, waves of pleasure and pain ebbed through his helplessly tied body and it seemed like it would never end.