Re: The Twelve Labors of Hector (M/M+) On Hiatus Until Further Notice
Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2019 11:35 pm
I miss this story. Hope you break this writers block soon. Good luck
Also, added a poll, now that Hector had more than a few captures under his belt. Feel free to vote for your fave and explain why.
Day 3 - Target 5: Brody
It was surprisingly easy to carry Mike and Cedric from my van to my room. Of course, one was in a duffel bag and the latter was wrapped in a rug for the occasion; so it’s not like they could struggle much. Thanks to my build, their combined weight was the least of my worries.
As promised, two of Mr. Jun’s men were already broke into my room. A sly man named Luck and a muscle head I keep forgetting his name. I guess it was Tank.
Necessary equipment to carry the cargo was laying on the floor: saran wrap, duct tape, leather belts, muzzles… Shit I normally don’t use, but it’s useful.
My two captives were already packaged: Mummified with tape from ankles to shoulders, muzzled (which had socks sticking out of it, no doubt Luck’s work) and left to wriggle fruitlessly on the floor.
I kneeled, patting Alex’s head. “You two okay? These guys feed you, right? Did they anything funny to you?”
Gabriel grumbled to his gag, but he didn’t seem hurt physically or emotionally. Alex, on the other hand, leaned into my touch. Like a cat, I thought. Kid’s still has a crush on me, even after I kidnapped his ass.
“Hector, you know I never lay a hand on the cargo,” Luck intervened, a mocking tone in his voice. “You hurt my feelings.”
I shrugged, not eager to get in an argument with the chatty man. Luck did his job good, but he had a habit of teasing the goods too much and he was annoying as fuck. He made it up with his scruffy good looks, but didn’t made it fun to work with him.
Noticing I’m not going to entertain him, Luck ran a hand through his blond hair, signing, before getting to work.
Mummifying a man takes a long time but between the three of us, whole thing was done in a couple of hours.
With proper intimidation, Mike easily stripped to his designer briefs and let himself be gagged with a bandanna and leather muzzle after we let him out of the bag. He looked at me with fear, not with submission like Alex. I guess not every kid gets immediate Stockholm Syndrome.
Cedric might have learned his lesson, but I didn’t take any chances. I just cut his clothes from his body and wrapped tape over his limbs while Tank hold his struggling limbs with ease. His choice of underwear was a skimpy jockstrap, which did very little to hide his hard-on. Ironic, considering it was also what he was gagged with.
Luck had a field day with him. “Would you look at that? Ginger boy enjoys chewing socks, doesn’t he? Hector, you taped him up good, sorry to ruin it for doing all over again.”
“Whatever.” I wondered how they were gonna carry them to their vehicle.
Like as he read my mind, Luck spoke: “We have a laundry cart waiting here. Tank, bring it.”
Tank complied. In no time, we were uploading the cargo into the thing.
I recoiled while we dropped Cedric in it. What the hell was this smell?
“Liked it?” Luck grinned. “I asked the guys at the work place to give me all their dirty undies and sports gear. Helps keeping the police dogs away if we come across one.”
Cedric was dropped face down inside the cart, so his situation was quite bad. I could almost hear his muffled screams behind the jock, tape and muzzle.
Almost.
I slapped his tape-clad ass. He needed to calm down, he’s going to have friends.
Gabriel and Mike also gave predictable, yet quieter responses. Maybe it’s because they don’t want to be get punished. Or because there wasn’t enough place in the cart. They could hardly move without rubbing and pushing each other. Mike’s feet were on Gabriel’s face and Latino man was sitting on Cedric’s back.
“Hey, wanna keep one?”
I tried not to look surprised but raised a brow. Luck scratched the back of his head.
“Didn’t think you’d get four guys already. I don’t want to make two rounds. I don’t mention the blond twink to the boss and you keep him. He seems to be attached to you.”
I nodded, glancing at Alex. Kid looked relieved.
You are also getting attached to him, I thought. It’s not good, you know you can’t keep him.
As I helped Tank and Luck emptying my laundry stock over the three men in the cart, I decided that I don’t care.
I had very little time to spend with him, so might as well make it good.
***
After we left alone, I ordered take out, splitting it with Alex.
Making him promise he’ll be silent before removing his gag, I pulled him to my chest, sitting against the headboard. I didn’t touch him aside from feeding food into his mouth with my hands, but there’s no doubt he felt my erection poking his butt through the tape.
Before going to sleep, I just wrapped a bandanna over his mouth and cuddled him. We didn’t speak with each other since three days ago, but I felt I could trust him.
And he didn’t have a say in trusting me or not.
***
A new day, a new target.
My next mission was capturing Brody aka gogoboi98. A 22-year-old, fresh out of college. He had a typical “bro” look on him, with a stocky build, broad shoulders and messy brown hair and stubble.
Unlike my previous targets, Brody was no stranger to being bound and gagged. gogoboi98 was a semi-famous streamer, infamous for doing kinky stuff for his viewers. In other words, he was a cam boy.
I opened an account in the streaming site he used and quickly subscribed to his channel. He quickly greeted me with a PM, saying he had a show just that day and I could watch it.
Meanwhile Alex was watching me with a curious look. I guess he was just now thinking about how I frequently use the internet for catching gullible studs.
I pulled out the credit card number Mr. Jun gave me and made a generous donation to Brody.
This gained me another PM, this time informing me on how I could request him something special today.
His message ended with a “just keep it reasonably kinky lol
”I smiled to myself, sending just a cryptic smiling emoji as reply.
***
I had a few hours before the stream, so I watched a couple of Brody’s videos meanwhile with Alex.
The frat boy was good at being a cam boy.
He’d enter the view shirtless, leaving the audience wondering about whether he wears anything at all. After pinching his own nipples and moaning provocatively, he’d move on to requests, all while his wrist moving just under the screen.
A few of them wanted Brody to show them his socked feet. Some wanted him to take the socks in his mouth, continuing the show with dirty fabric hanging from his mouth. He’d look smug, brown eyes filled with cockiness even when he’s presenting his briefs-clad ass to the camera or smelling his own sweaty shirt.
I could tell this was going to be a fun day.
***
Before Brody’s show started, I parked in front of his house. Of course he his real identity and address but Mr. Jun still found him.
He always finds the men he likes.
I opened my laptop. His house was in the second floor of a cheap apartment building. Entering there from the fire exit was a piece of cake. Restraining Brody… well, why should I do it when I could make him do it?
A couple of minutes after the promised time, Brody opened his cam. The chat was already filled with impatient comments and horny suggestions.
The star of the show was only wearing dog tags and headphones as far as I could see. He took a look at the comments and rubbed his impressive pecs with one hand. He knew these sorry lot was desperate for wanking to him and he knew that.
He was the alpha here. For the meanwhile, I thought.
“I see a new face here,” Brody ran a hand through his spiked up hair, giving us a show of his modestly haired armpit. “gogoboi98 here, people. Hope you sick fucks are enjoying this.”
He leaned back in his chair and raised his left foot. Turns out he was wearing compression shorts underneath. It was black and skin tight, showcasing his sizable package nicely.
“I know some of y’all get off from my feet, so take it.” He wriggled his toes, grinning with glee.
And here I thought Alex was slutty. The kid was practically a nun, compared to this attention whore.
Eh, I’m not one to judge. Whatever pays his bills.
Before writing anything, I waited him to grant a few requests. For fifteen minutes he pulled a pair of dirty briefs over his head, gave head to a dildo, placed clothes pegs to his brown nipples and flexed his arm muscles.
He’d stop and rub himself through his shorts once in a while, reading through the marriage proposals and sex offers, chuckling.
Making another hefty donation, I entered the chat, asking Brody if he knew what sensory deprivation is.
He looked confused. “Guys, is there anyone who knows what yournewdaddy wants? Is it some BDSM thing?”
With other viewers enthusiastically helping me, we made Brody tape his wrists together in front of him and open some white noise channel for his headphones.
“I just need to stay like this for ten minutes, right?”
I reminded him that he needs to be unable to see or speak, as well.
Brody seemed reluctant but after chat forced him a little, he caved in. Wasn’t easy with his hands tied, but he managed to put a sleeping mask over his eyes and place a dirty sock in his mouth.
Man, for all his macho guy bullshit, he sure likes sucking sweaty footwear.
He started to moan loudly and writhe around, oblivious to anything around him.
That was my cue.
***
After entering Brody’s flat from the window with a coil of rope with me, I couldn’t hear anything.
Predictable, his room must be sound-proof.
Find room, quietly enter, capture the beefcake.
I was slightly surprised that he was still pretending to struggle in his chair. He must have liked this, judging from the wet spot on his compression shorts.
I slowly approached Brody, afraid of disturbing him with my movement but he was so caught up in the show that he didn’t notice me. Headphones and blindfold helped, too.
Looking over his shoulder, I could see chat bursting with comments: Who was this guy, was this also part of the act, what was going to happen now etc. A few comments suggested me to molest Brody.
A couple of sane viewers realized something was wrong and tried to warn their cam boy, but it was impossible for him to see them.
Brody was rubbing his length his bound hands, his breath coming up with short pants. He was putting up a show, but he had no idea there was a VIP subscriber with him in the room.
That’s why he was frozen with shock when I wrapped an arm around shoulders and put a hand over his mouth.
“Hey, Brody,” I said, knowing he can’t hear me. “Your bonds seem a little loose. Let me help you with them.”
***
Brody didn’t put up a fight, not really. He was so confused and disoriented by the whole thing that, when he started to fight back, I already tied up his ankles, knees, tights, shoulders and arms. Then I reinforced them with his own duct tape.
He has some nice facial hair, so I didn’t use tape to gag him. Instead I picked a clean dildo from his collection and wrapped rope around it. Pushing the large silicon length between his pink lips, I knotted the two sides of the rope at the back of stud muffin’s nape.
Brody groaned, tried to dislocate the dildo, but realized he needs to suck it if he doesn’t want to drool all over his man tits.
I checked the chat one last time before deleting the video that had me.
One PM intrigued me. Lckthephntm had typed “nice gag dude but id use my real thing lololol”
I rolled my eyes. “Come on, kid,” I said, lifting the Brody’s trussed up frame over my shoulder. “You’re going to work full time now, just for one viewer.”
I used a laundry bag to carry Brody into my van.
For all his annoying tendencies, Luck had some good ideas.
(will we see him again DTR??? 
. I really hope there is more on the way, though I don’t want to rush perfection.