Jogger Kidnapped M/M
Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2019 6:36 am
Danny is out jogging early in the evening as usual. The 38 year old man has kept up this routine for several months now, getting himself in shape, after he split with his wife earlier in the year. He also had started to go to the gym, and now he was pleased with his fitness levels, and his body now looked lean and well toned, all in proportion for the 6ft handsome guy. He even cut his scruffy hair and now had short cropped hair, he looked years younger and much more handsome, he had to admit he had let himself go in his years of marriage, but now he was not going to do that again.
The sun was beginning to set, and the day was unusually hot and humid summer evening.
He is wearing his old retro tight shiny white (and very short) Adidas nylon soccer shorts and a vest and white trainers
He takes his usual route, nearing the end of his run, jogging along the canal bank. He is suck a dope he does not realise how sexy he looks in the tight shorts, his big package bounces around in the front of the silky tight short shorts, and his equally shiny nylon vest sticks to his sweaty upper body, showing off his chest and flat stomach. In a way the poor guy was almost asking for what happened to him to happen.
He rounds a bend in the canal, and jogs into the entrance to a public park, heading straight for the end of the car park (which is empty apart from a old rusty van), towards the old public toilet block. The man is desperate for a piss so goes into the old deserted Victorian toilets with their entrance rather hidden by the overgrown and unkempt bushes. This is a decision he would regret.
Inside the building its gloomy and dark, most of the lights are smashed or broken, a few flicker on and off with a dull yellow glow. There is no out about. The place is filthy and stinks, so Danny holds his breath as he goes up to the urinals. It's silent apart from the sound of dripping water. and a few annoying buzzing insects. Flies buzz about him and he glances at a fuzzy image of himself in the long cracked mirror on one of the walls. He glances at the mirror again as he sees an image of someone else in there... coming out of the farthest toilet cubicle in the gloom.
Its a stocky balding man in his 60s with greasy black hair, in dirty skin tight faded Levi jeans. '' He must me the van driver'', Danny thinks nothing more of him.
Danny fails to notice a short length of rope hanging from back pocket of the man's faded old jeans. Danny turns away from the mirror and watches the stranger out from the corner of his eye go over to take a piss at one end of the urinal, and Danny hears him slowly unzipping his jeans.
Danny goes to the other end of the urinal and spreads his legs on the tiled slimy floor and hooks his shorts under his big balls and flops his thick 9 in cock out. He holds down front of his shiny sweaty nylon shorts, and begins to piss. He lets out a deep groan in relief. And pushes his shiny nylon covered shorts ass backwards and forwards a few times as he relieves himself into the old overflowing urinal.
Totally unknows to poor Danny, the other man has been watching his sexy shiny shorts backside the whole time, and silently edges his way along towards the young handsome jogger. The last rays of the fading sunlight flood in through a narrow window up near the roof, the light ishining of Danny's shorts ass, making them look very shiny and tight. Danny shuffles his feet out of the way as piss splashing on his trainers.
The man in the dirty tight jeans surprised Danny, as he is suddenly standing beside him and starts talking. Danny is surprised at the sudden appearance of this man, but he chats away suspecting nothing. The creepy guy comments how it's very hot to be out jogging today. He slowly and loudly unzips his tight dirty jeans and pulls out his cock. Danny still suspects nothing, and simply stares straight on, not even looking at the man.
Danny mentions that it is a good time to go jogging, because its quiet by the canal, and makes an observation that the car park is empty tonight, it's unusually quiet about the area. The man begins wanking slowly. Danny does not notice as he is staring at the graffiti on the dirty tiled wall. The man replies saying its so quite probably because of news in the local paper.
Danny asks ''what news''? The man explains that a man was mugged and tied up here few day ago. Danny asks tied up? The stranger goes on, ''Yeh someone mugged him and they went and fuckin tied the poor bastard up...……. they even gagged the bloke too''. ''The police advised people to say away from here in the evenings''.
Danny muttered ''Shit'' under his breath – feeling a bit uncomfortable.
The guy let out single quiet laugh, and a cough, ''yeh, then the park attendant found him in a cubicle the next day still tied and gagged up tight, and the poor fella was all beat up and shit''
He continued, '' Imagine that! The poor fucker must have been tied and gagged in there all night. And this place is probably full of fucking perverts, lucky no queers were around to take advantage of his situation''. He laughs, ''Well they might have been – he's not exactly going to tell is he? The man chuckles to himself again.
By now Danny quickly finished and slid the front of his tight silky shorts over his cock. His heart was pounding and he felt very uneasy. It was only then that he noticed the guy's arm moving up and down and he looked down to see the mans dirty oozing stiff cock sticking out of the filthy tight jeans.
He was stunned and his body started shaking, swallowing down hard he found himself frozen to the spot, his green eyes fixated on the mans long thick slimy dick, and the masses of black pubic hair coming from the inside of his stained jeans.
Then he felt with horror, the man's other greasy hand come to rest on one of his firm nylon clad ass cheeks, slowly stroking over the silky tight nylon. He got his wits back and went to move away, saying ‘’hey what you doing, get off me’’?
But before Danny could take another step, the mane grabbed Danny's upper arm tightly and held a knife to Danny's side. The man commanded in a firm deep slow voice ''ah, ah, stay still or ill cut ya, understand''?
''Fuck, look what are you doing?'' Danny spluttered, ''I have money in my wallet in the car outside. I’ll go and get it now''.
''Now don’t go bullshitting me, I know there is only my van outside. Just be a good fella and put your hands behind you back nice and slow understand''?
Canny suddenly tried to make a run for it but at the slightest movement the man poked the knife at his side and tightened his grip on his arm, and said, ''Don’t be stupid. I'm not afraid to use this you know''?
''Now i'll only tell you once more. Put you hands behind you fuckin back, because now it's your turn to get tied up''.
''Shit'', Danny whimpered and slowly and reluctantly moved his hands behind his back He felt sick as the man tied a rough piece of old rope around his wrists tightly knotting it.
The man nodded at Danny, ''That's a good fella. Do what I say and I won't have to hurt you will I?''
Danny swallowed hard, his eyes stinking with welling up tears. ''Look what do you want, I told you, I have not got any money. He said trying not to think about the other man's stiff cock.
''I want you to fukin shut your mouth, that's what I want mate''. He hissed in reply.
Suddenly the man puts his dirty fag stained hand tightly over Danny's mouth, the hand still smelly and wet from the mans own thick pre cum. The attackers other arm (with the knife in his hand), goes firmly round Danny's neck and the jogger is then forced forward down the dark corridor, Danny feeling the sticky stiff cock poking at his ass crack over the tight silky nylon shorts and poking his bound hands. Danny lets out a few muffled grunts under the hand clamped over his mouth, and struggles and resists, but it's useless, and soon they reach the very last cubicle at the far end of the building, and Danny is shoved inside. Danny's feet slipping on the greasy floor.
''Move it! Come on! The man hissed. ''Get fuckin in there you stupid cunt, it's no use struggling''.
The man can feel Danny's firm buttocks in the shiny silky shorts sliding over his dirty stiff cock and denim crotch and his dick begins to get pre cum on the handsome jogger's tight shiny shorts backside. The desperate grunts form his handsome victims mouth under his hand turn him on even more………….
The sun was beginning to set, and the day was unusually hot and humid summer evening.
He is wearing his old retro tight shiny white (and very short) Adidas nylon soccer shorts and a vest and white trainers
He takes his usual route, nearing the end of his run, jogging along the canal bank. He is suck a dope he does not realise how sexy he looks in the tight shorts, his big package bounces around in the front of the silky tight short shorts, and his equally shiny nylon vest sticks to his sweaty upper body, showing off his chest and flat stomach. In a way the poor guy was almost asking for what happened to him to happen.
He rounds a bend in the canal, and jogs into the entrance to a public park, heading straight for the end of the car park (which is empty apart from a old rusty van), towards the old public toilet block. The man is desperate for a piss so goes into the old deserted Victorian toilets with their entrance rather hidden by the overgrown and unkempt bushes. This is a decision he would regret.
Inside the building its gloomy and dark, most of the lights are smashed or broken, a few flicker on and off with a dull yellow glow. There is no out about. The place is filthy and stinks, so Danny holds his breath as he goes up to the urinals. It's silent apart from the sound of dripping water. and a few annoying buzzing insects. Flies buzz about him and he glances at a fuzzy image of himself in the long cracked mirror on one of the walls. He glances at the mirror again as he sees an image of someone else in there... coming out of the farthest toilet cubicle in the gloom.
Its a stocky balding man in his 60s with greasy black hair, in dirty skin tight faded Levi jeans. '' He must me the van driver'', Danny thinks nothing more of him.
Danny fails to notice a short length of rope hanging from back pocket of the man's faded old jeans. Danny turns away from the mirror and watches the stranger out from the corner of his eye go over to take a piss at one end of the urinal, and Danny hears him slowly unzipping his jeans.
Danny goes to the other end of the urinal and spreads his legs on the tiled slimy floor and hooks his shorts under his big balls and flops his thick 9 in cock out. He holds down front of his shiny sweaty nylon shorts, and begins to piss. He lets out a deep groan in relief. And pushes his shiny nylon covered shorts ass backwards and forwards a few times as he relieves himself into the old overflowing urinal.
Totally unknows to poor Danny, the other man has been watching his sexy shiny shorts backside the whole time, and silently edges his way along towards the young handsome jogger. The last rays of the fading sunlight flood in through a narrow window up near the roof, the light ishining of Danny's shorts ass, making them look very shiny and tight. Danny shuffles his feet out of the way as piss splashing on his trainers.
The man in the dirty tight jeans surprised Danny, as he is suddenly standing beside him and starts talking. Danny is surprised at the sudden appearance of this man, but he chats away suspecting nothing. The creepy guy comments how it's very hot to be out jogging today. He slowly and loudly unzips his tight dirty jeans and pulls out his cock. Danny still suspects nothing, and simply stares straight on, not even looking at the man.
Danny mentions that it is a good time to go jogging, because its quiet by the canal, and makes an observation that the car park is empty tonight, it's unusually quiet about the area. The man begins wanking slowly. Danny does not notice as he is staring at the graffiti on the dirty tiled wall. The man replies saying its so quite probably because of news in the local paper.
Danny asks ''what news''? The man explains that a man was mugged and tied up here few day ago. Danny asks tied up? The stranger goes on, ''Yeh someone mugged him and they went and fuckin tied the poor bastard up...……. they even gagged the bloke too''. ''The police advised people to say away from here in the evenings''.
Danny muttered ''Shit'' under his breath – feeling a bit uncomfortable.
The guy let out single quiet laugh, and a cough, ''yeh, then the park attendant found him in a cubicle the next day still tied and gagged up tight, and the poor fella was all beat up and shit''
He continued, '' Imagine that! The poor fucker must have been tied and gagged in there all night. And this place is probably full of fucking perverts, lucky no queers were around to take advantage of his situation''. He laughs, ''Well they might have been – he's not exactly going to tell is he? The man chuckles to himself again.
By now Danny quickly finished and slid the front of his tight silky shorts over his cock. His heart was pounding and he felt very uneasy. It was only then that he noticed the guy's arm moving up and down and he looked down to see the mans dirty oozing stiff cock sticking out of the filthy tight jeans.
He was stunned and his body started shaking, swallowing down hard he found himself frozen to the spot, his green eyes fixated on the mans long thick slimy dick, and the masses of black pubic hair coming from the inside of his stained jeans.
Then he felt with horror, the man's other greasy hand come to rest on one of his firm nylon clad ass cheeks, slowly stroking over the silky tight nylon. He got his wits back and went to move away, saying ‘’hey what you doing, get off me’’?
But before Danny could take another step, the mane grabbed Danny's upper arm tightly and held a knife to Danny's side. The man commanded in a firm deep slow voice ''ah, ah, stay still or ill cut ya, understand''?
''Fuck, look what are you doing?'' Danny spluttered, ''I have money in my wallet in the car outside. I’ll go and get it now''.
''Now don’t go bullshitting me, I know there is only my van outside. Just be a good fella and put your hands behind you back nice and slow understand''?
Canny suddenly tried to make a run for it but at the slightest movement the man poked the knife at his side and tightened his grip on his arm, and said, ''Don’t be stupid. I'm not afraid to use this you know''?
''Now i'll only tell you once more. Put you hands behind you fuckin back, because now it's your turn to get tied up''.
''Shit'', Danny whimpered and slowly and reluctantly moved his hands behind his back He felt sick as the man tied a rough piece of old rope around his wrists tightly knotting it.
The man nodded at Danny, ''That's a good fella. Do what I say and I won't have to hurt you will I?''
Danny swallowed hard, his eyes stinking with welling up tears. ''Look what do you want, I told you, I have not got any money. He said trying not to think about the other man's stiff cock.
''I want you to fukin shut your mouth, that's what I want mate''. He hissed in reply.
Suddenly the man puts his dirty fag stained hand tightly over Danny's mouth, the hand still smelly and wet from the mans own thick pre cum. The attackers other arm (with the knife in his hand), goes firmly round Danny's neck and the jogger is then forced forward down the dark corridor, Danny feeling the sticky stiff cock poking at his ass crack over the tight silky nylon shorts and poking his bound hands. Danny lets out a few muffled grunts under the hand clamped over his mouth, and struggles and resists, but it's useless, and soon they reach the very last cubicle at the far end of the building, and Danny is shoved inside. Danny's feet slipping on the greasy floor.
''Move it! Come on! The man hissed. ''Get fuckin in there you stupid cunt, it's no use struggling''.
The man can feel Danny's firm buttocks in the shiny silky shorts sliding over his dirty stiff cock and denim crotch and his dick begins to get pre cum on the handsome jogger's tight shiny shorts backside. The desperate grunts form his handsome victims mouth under his hand turn him on even more………….