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Wednesday, May 14, 2014

All Male Fiction: The Abduction (Part 1)

By: Rob



I don't really remember how I got here. I know that I was at a party with a few friends. I know that I probably had too much to drink, but that's all I remember of the night before.

I went to move, feeling as if I was floating on air, but something kept me from going anywhere.

I tried to open my eyes, but everything was dark, black almost.

I went to say something, I don't know, anything, but I couldn't even do that. Something was keeping me from talking. Something was in my mouth and I couldn't spit it out.

I started to force myself up from my position, but I got nothing. Frustration led to yelling, but it did me no good.

"Ah, you're awake," were the first words I heard.

"hleht he gho," I managed from my gag.

"Oh, no," he replied, "I can't do that until I'm done with you."

"hhat doh hu hant," I asked.

I felt him get closer to me, stroking my back with his hands and leaning closer to my ear.

"I want you to relax and enjoy every moment of this adventure we're going to share together," he replied. He ran his hands all over my body.

It was only then, as his hands were touching my skin, that it dawned on me that I was bare-assed naked, and that the floating sensation was caused by being suspended in the air by a series of ropes and leather braces!

With some conscious thought, I was able to "feel" my position. I was suspended in the air, leaning forward, and held spread-eagle. I could feel the leather on my skin and smell it in the air. I could feel the cold air against my cock and balls as much as the air on my back. I began to wonder my lot in this situation. Was my unseen tormentor going to maim me or kill me? Was I ever going to get free from this place… wherever I was? I think my nervousness showed on my face because he began to talk again.

"What's wrong, Robert?" he asked. "Are you afraid of what I'm going to do? Or are you afraid of how much you want me to do it?"

His questions cut through me as did the realization that he knew my name, but I didn't recognize his voice at all.

"I thought it would be nice to see how you respond to some intimate touching," he said, waking me from my own thoughts. "But before we get started, I want you to know why you're here. I know about your little encounter with one of the sorority girls. I know that you didn't do anything that any drunk and horny guy wouldn't do, but, I do know that your actions have terribly upset one young lady that I admire."

If he meant that girl Shannon I fucked, sure I encouraged her to drink, to get her a bit drunk in order to increase my chances, but I didn't force her to drink or force her to have sex. I was drunk, so was she, she said yes. What's the problem? And I asked him just that.

"The problem is I know for a fact that Shannon has never been drunk before that night, and it was you who got her that way," he said. "She was so embarrassed when she realized what had happened, that you had gotten her drunk and then not only took advantage and had sex with her, but you had sex with her on the floor of the frat house in front of everyone! She felt totally humiliated." He put his hand on my chest and trailed circles around my nipples. "And I'm going to make sure you NEVER do something like that to a girl again."

I began to squirm in my restrained position and screamed into the gag, "Hlet mgh gho!"

He ignored me and continued, "First, we'll start with reminding you why you are supposed to be nice to women." His hand trailed down my stomach to my dick and balls, instantly stopping my squirming. "And then we'll move to reminding you what women go through." And with that, he slapped my ass very hard.

"Mmphff," I yelped into the gag, but I didn't dare squirm, not with my balls still firmly grasped in his other hand. He had me right where he wanted me, bound and gagged and at his total mercy.

"By the way," he started as he grabbed my cock and balls forcefully, "I hope you enjoy this as much as I do." Then his careful handling of my balls went away and they were suddenly being given a firm slap.

I screamed from the pain and the realization that my worst nightmare was about to come true. Then I yelled for help through my gag as loud as I could, but to no avail. No one could hear me through it, and I was powerless to do anything but hope it would soon be over. And this I hoped for in vain.

He then placed what I could tell was a thin rope over the head of my limp cock. He pulled the rope forward and tied it to something in front of me. He then fastened something to the base of my cock that was not tight, but felt like it could be tightened. The thing spread my balls away from the base of my cock, painfully, and was tightened around the balls. He then began playing with my dick.

I tried to resist, but the stimulation had me rock hard in just a few minutes. The thin rope that had been placed around my dickhead became painful as my cock sought to fully extend. The pain became worse when I felt him pull on the rope and re-tie it in front of me. I thought that this was the worst part of it all, but I was terribly wrong.

"I hope you're comfortable," he whispered in my ear. "I'm going to go take a nap and I'll be back in two hours... don't go anywhere," he laughed, and then he began to lightly stroke my cockhead.

I tensed up at the first touch, but it began to feel good. Then he stopped. I didn't know what he had done, but by this time I was so horny the idea of stopping was unreal. I began screaming in my gag. He laughed some more and left, closing a door behind him.

I tried to move, but every move made the feelings in my cock so much more intense. Involuntarily, my body began to shake. But every shake led to more movement of my cock and more rubbing of the head by the thin rope. The two hours went by, but it seemed like an eternity to me.

Finally the door opened. I heard him walk closer to my body. He put his hand on my back and trailed it down to my ass. "You're sweating like a pig," he said with laughter in his voice. "I bet you enjoyed the last two hours all alone with no relief in sight. I have half a mind to leave again, but then I wouldn't get anything out of this."

He put his hands on my nipples and began to work them over, pinching and twisting in no certain pattern. He then took my right nipple and put something on it. He did the same with the left. Neither hurt until a few minutes later when the pain of the work-over wore off. I screamed into my gag, the pain being worse than the ache in my cock and balls.

"Now for lesson two," he began. "I want you to know that I am well aware of the situation of your cock. You desire a good jerk off or blowjob, but you won't get either until you are properly punished."

With that, I felt him move behind me, rubbing my ass to the point that my muscles were loose. Then I started to scream into the gag in fear and protest when I felt a slick finger push through my crack and quickly go up into my ass. My protest only seemed to drive him further, though, as he started to move his finger in and out faster.

I let out a sigh of relief when the finger finally slid out of me, but that sigh was just as quickly replaced by a gasp as I felt him open my ass and start to push something inside, something that resembled a penis, but far too big to be anything human. Again I protested, but to no avail, and as he kept pushing it in me I started to scream. It hurt like hell! He persisted with no concern for me whatsoever, and soon it was all the way in me. My screams had now turned to soft sobs.

"What I just put up you is something of my own invention," he gloated. "First, the dildo will begin to vibrate. It will increase in intensity and volume. When it reaches a certain point, it will release a gel into your body. It will begin to warm up, stimulating your prostate and sending you into a horny frenzy. When it begins to cool down it will begin to tingle, making you all the more aware that the vibrator has begun to start working again."

I tried to protest again, but all that got me was the dildo being turned on. I tried to force the dildo out, but he had attached something to me, like a belt that kept it in place. I thought this might be the worst, but I was wrong again.

I felt his hands touch my cock. I was so preoccupied by the dildo that I forgot to pay attention to where he was going. With one hand he stroked my cock, and with the other he massaged my balls again. He kept a slow rhythm that was driving me mad. I bucked as much as I could, but nothing would increase his slow, very slow, rhythm.

Then I felt something, a warmness I had no frame of reference to. I was so involved in the cock stimulation that I had lost track of the dildo. It had 'cum' in me. He was right, it did feel warm. Good, even. Then, as it cooled, it felt as if every part of my asshole was set on edge. I could feel the dildo in greater detail. It wasn't smooth as I'd originally thought. It had some nasty bumps here and there. Just as I was completing my rectal analysis of the dildo it began to vibrate again. I threw my head back in reflex to the sensation the dildo now brought. I again lost touch with what was going on with my cock.

"Enjoying this?" he asked.

I moaned in response.

"Good," he cooed with joy. "As soon as the dildo goes through four more cycles I'll begin to release you from this pain in your cock." I then felt him rub some gel on my cockhead.

This took my immediate attention. I tried to ask him what he was doing, but didn't get more than two grunts and a moan out from behind the gag. But he got the idea anyway.

"What am I doing?" he stated in a fiendish way. "Why, I'm just trying to make this situation of yours more interesting. The gel on your cockhead is nothing like the gel up your ass. This gel is made with certain unknown compounds. It will make you more aware of the attention I'm giving to your cock, since I feel like you're ignoring me."

He laughed a little, and within seconds my cockhead began to burn and be more aware of the air around it. I began to sweat even more as I tried to reach my cock with my hands, but couldn't move them. Then the dildo 'came' again. The hot/cool burning of what was obviously some sort of heat rub became more intense. I could feel my balls trying to draw up. My body wanted to cum.

"Only three more cycles left," my tormentor informed me. "I think you deserve some reward for making it this far without begging for your life." He bent down and began lightly blowing on my dickhead. His breath was cool compared to the medicated heat, and the sensation it gave sent lightning through my body.

It felt so good, getting me even closer to climax! Then he stopped. I began to grunt and moan even more, but all he did was laugh.

The dildo began to vibrate again, and I became aware of the bumps even more. I couldn't help it, I started to cry. I didn't know why, but I needed to cum so badly and I couldn't do anything to bring the relief I needed.

"Don't cry," he encouraged. "You're almost done."

I didn't like the way he said that, but I knew that I had no choice in the matter.

The dildo 'came' for the third time, paused, and began again. By the fourth time it 'came,' I was so stimulated, but so denied, that all I could do was scream out into my gag.

The dildo finally 'shot off' its fifth and final 'load'… thank god!

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked. He then loosened the thin rope on my cockhead and he took the spreader off of my balls.

As if in response, my cock began to release a fountain of pent-up pre-cum that ran down my cock, down to my balls, and dripped to the floor.

"You must be very eager to cum," he stated with sarcasm. "I don't know about you, but I'm enjoying this too much to let it end."

I protested louder than ever as I felt him place something over the head of my cock that protected it from stimulation. He then began to jerk my cock off in the same slow rhythm as before, but this time without any stimulation to the head. I went crazy for the next minute as he played with my body, and then finally relented.

"Ok, now all I have to do is pull that dildo out," he said, letting go of my cock.

My body relaxed as the dildo was removed, but it quickly tensed again as he began pushing his own cock up my ass. I was well lubed from his greased finger fuck and the five shots of gel from his dildo device, so it went right in and he began to fuck me with fast, hard thrusts.

Again I was protesting with all my might, but it was useless. He seemed to get off on my muffled pleading, and tortured me further by grabbing on to my cock and slowly jerking it, slowing down even more as he got off inside me. I felt him cum up my ass with more force than the dildo could ever have generated.

"You've got one good ass there," he said after he pulled his cock out, giving it a slap. "I think I could go again, but I'm so exhausted now that I think I'll go take another quick nap."

I almost leapt out of my bonds when I heard that. I yelled and screamed with everything I had, but he ignored my pleas and then I heard the door open and then close.

My cock was still hard as a rock, I still needed to cum, and this could mean I'd have to wait two more hours to even get that. I was relieved when I heard the door open just minutes later.

"Now you understand?" he asked. "I know how long you've waited. I know how long I've waited." With that, he took my cock into his hand again and began to jerk it.

It felt so good! Better than my own or any other hand on my cock had ever felt before in my life!

After a few strokes, he stopped and removed the covering he had placed on the head, and then said, "If I take the gag off, will you promise to be quiet and not scream?" as he started to stroke my cock again.

I nodded desperately and muffled my compliance into the gag.

"If you make any noise or yell, I'll gag you again and won't let you cum, understand?"

I nodded repeatedly again. At that point I'd have done anything to cum, anything! And after already being sodomized by both an inanimate object and another man's cock, keeping quiet as a condition of getting to finally cum was no hardship!

As he removed the gag, I swallowed and began to moisten my dry lips with my tongue. I then let out a sudden gasp as I felt his mouth take my cock in deep. It felt unbelievable, and in less than a minute I reached the climax that I desperately needed. He pulled off and stroked my cock firmly as I came for all I was worth! I felt like it would never end! I was still rock hard when he stopped pumping my cock.

"Now for the final lesson," he stated loudly. He then took my hard cock with one hand and a second later the slight touch of something cold and metal in his other hand touched it lightly.

I broke my promise and screamed out. "Oh God! Please don't cut my dick off! Please, don't, don't cut it off!" I pleaded, tears forming and moving down my cheek.

He just laughed as he moved the metal object a bit and then slipped it over the entire length of my cock. "Don't worry, I would never do something that drastic," he said. "I just hooked you up to a milking machine," he stated plainly. "I know when you were with Shannon, cumming was the only thing you cared about, the only reason you asked her out, just to get your rocks off, and I could see how important cumming was to you here with me today. So, even though you just came, I know once isn't enough for a horny guy like you, a guy who likes to treat women as objects to get his rocks off. And since you were so well behaved during your lesson, I've decided to give you what you can't seem to get enough of… shooting your load."

There was a bit of movement and then some clicking, followed by a hiss, and then I felt the machine begin to suck my cock. "This machine is gonna give that cock of yours the best work-out you could ever get," he chuckled.

I could tell. The suction was intense and felt amazing! This was going to be fun, a nice 'reward' for putting up with everything he had done to me.

"How does that feel, pretty good, huh?"

"Oh yeah," I cooed.

"That's good," he began and then continued, "By the way, it's about midnight. I'll let you go in the morning. How does six o'clock sound to you? Think your every waking thought will still be about getting your rocks off? Think you'll still enjoy cumming all the time by then?"

As I heard his words and realized the insane pleasure the milking machine was giving me at that moment would soon turn to literal ball busting torture that would last for six hours, draining the cum from my body until I was dry, and then still pumping me for cum that was not there, I started to scream out. But the gag was put back on my mouth before I could.
 
"Have a good night," he chuckled evilly.

I screamed repeatedly into the gag as I heard him walking across the floor, begging him to come back, but then I stopped suddenly as I began to feel the first of many orgasms beginning to take form. I was getting ready to cum.

"Guhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed into the gag as my cum erupted so forcefully from the intense pressure of the machine.

There was laughter… and then the sound of a door closing.

It was going to be a long six hours!


TO BE CONTINUED…


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2 comments:

  1. One whale of a tale! Got a hard on just reading it! Great tale

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  2. About shot my load to that. Now I want some stud to do that to me.

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