The Sleeping Bag Kidnapper (m/m)

[AbductedAddiction]

"The Sleeping Bag Kidnapper" (m/m)
By: AbductedAddiction
November 22, 2021

Michael plans to go hiking in the mountains in the Spring. The days are warm, but the nights can get quite cold, and he’s desperately looking for a warm sleeping bag. He remembers that one of his gear buddies has many sleeping bags. Michael has never met the guy, but they live in the same town and talk a lot online about his leather interest. Michael is just a casual guy but sometimes dreams about tight black leather gloved hands, probably because he watches too many abduction videos online.

Michael messages the guy online known as “SleepingBagGuy.”

Michael: “Hey! I am looking for a sleeping bag for camping. Can you spare me one, or can I buy one from you?”

SleepingBagGuy: “It can be dangerous out there and I would not go alone! But, if you are interested in trying one out before I give it to you, meet me at my place in about two hours. I must… get some things ready and prepare the sleeping bag”

Michael: “OK. That sounds great! Yeah, I am going alone and it’s my first time. But, I would like to try it out first! What do you mean to prepare?”

SleepingBagGuy: “This is a different type of bag, it has buckles and strings, you’ll love it! If you take the bus, it only goes so far west, so get off at the last stop, walk about a half-mile and I will pick you up in a Black Chevy Tahoe.”

Michael: “OK. See you then!”

Michael has absolutely no idea that his kidnapping fantasy is about to become true, but the kidnapper doesn’t want to scare him, so he’s come up with a brilliant plan.

Michael gets off at the last bus stop and starts walking and suddenly the road turns into a gravel road and the urban setting becomes more of a forest. He looks on his phone to see if he is going the right way but he’s losing cell phone service. Suddenly, a Black Chevy Tahoe comes speeding down the gravel road and stops where the back door is facing Michael. He opens the back door, gets inside, and shuts the door. The Tahoe takes off. As Michael adjusts his eyes from the bright sun, there is a caged divider in between the front and back seats.

“It’s good to finally meet you, my friend! Michael, right? We are going to have fun with the sleeping bags.”

Suddenly, skintight black leather gloved hands appear on top of the steering wheel. The guy is muscular, very tall, and has a motorcycle helmet on with a dark visor, completely securing his face.

“I was going to take my bike and pick you up, but I remember I remember I told you I’d be riding the Tahoe. I didn’t want to surprise you and think someone was trying to…. kidnap you,” the guy says in an evil tone.

“Oh, well I appreciate that, and that explains the gloves since you were on your bike,” says Michael.

“Yeah… that’s right,” the guy grins and chuckles quietly to himself, grasping his tight gloved hand on the wheel, hearing the leather creak as the wheel moves in his leather hands. His left gloved hand slowly moves down to the console and quietly clicks buttons.

“Click” Door Locks ON.
“Click” “Window Locks ON.
“Click…” Suddenly, “Beep beep!” Michael looks at his phone and an error message states there is no phone service or GPS signal.

“Oh yeah, there’s no signal out here. I always must ride my bike to the end of the road to get service.”

“Oh, and don’t get scared about the window cage, I’m an Uber driver. Don’t worry, you are totally safe in my... gloved hands.”

Michael is starting to get a bit nervous now, but he’s chatted with this guy for at least five years. He has always mentioned his glove fetish to Michael but totally forgets that he told the guy about watching kidnap movies.

The Tahoe pulls up to a garage and the black-gloved hand hits a switch and the garage door slowly opens. The guy pulls into the garage and flips a switch and waits for the garage door to shut before getting out.

The guy in the motorcycle helmet gets out of the vehicle and opens Michael’s door. The guy grabs Michael’s hand and escorts him to a door and has him walk down the stairs.

“Be careful, I’ve got you. The stairs are quite steep!”

Michael can feel the tightly gloved hands on his wrist and shoulder. It’s a very strong grip and he’s not about to let his grip loose.

The guy turns on some lights in the basement. Michael is now staring at two sleeping bags. One is actually a leather sleepsack, and the other is a huge puffy sleeping bag. The bag looks so big that it could swallow Michael in one gulp, like a boa constrictor.

Michael carefully inspects the guy now that he’s out of the vehicle. He’s at least 6 feet, 5 inches tall and has a northern accent. He’s wearing tall black boots, black leather pants, and a black leather jacket. He has no idea about skin or facial features every inch of his skin is covered.

“Go ahead and strip everything but your boxers. You need to feel what it’s like to your skin, to make sure it’s not too hot”
For whatever reason, it makes perfect sense to poor, dumb, innocent Michael and starts stripping his clothes. He has absolutely no idea what he’s about to get himself into.

The guy produces leather mitts and places them on Michael’s hands. They have straps and he makes sure they are snug, but not too tight. The guy explains that these are to keep your hands warm in very cold weather conditions.

The guy opens the sack and helps Michael get inside. His gloved hands help slide his feet all the way to the end of the sack. He brings the rest of the bag to Michael’s shoulders.
“Oh, this is a different kind of sleeping bag. There are internal sleeves inside the bag that help insulate your hands. You’ll be able to lift and remove your arms from the sleeves at any time,” the guy says, with a huge smirk on his face, inside the dark motorcycle helmet.

The guy helps him put his mitted hands inside the internal sleeves and then completely brings the sack over his shoulders and slowly zips the sack all the way to Michael’s neck. He then takes the string that’s on the sack and carefully tightens the laces one by one, making the sack completely tight and completely inescapable.

Michael starts wiggling a bit, trying to adjust himself inside the sleeping bag. The guy brings the other black sleeping bag over towards Michael, smiling inside his motorcycle helmet.
“The best experience is if you are double sacked.”

Michael begins raising his head, trying to get his arms out of the sleeves. He’s unable to move anything inside the sleeping bag.

“No, it’s okay I don’t want t…. MPPPPPPPPH MPPPPPPPPPPH!” Michael’s sentence was cut short by the abductor's tight black-gloved hand.
“Did you know that gloves are also good to not leave any trace or fingerprints, like in the abduction videos you watch?”

Michael’s eyes get extremely big and begin trashing inside the sleepsack. The guy grabs a roll of black gorilla tape in his other gloved hand, places it on top of the gloved hand on Michael’s mouth. Simultaneously, he rips the tape, quickly removes the gloved hand over his mouth and the strong adhesive tape is now over Michael’s lips. He’s now able to use both of his hands to break the piece of tape from off the roll.

“This should keep you quiet for now while I finish you up.”

The kidnapper grabs large leather straps and starts securing Michael’s upper shoulders, then another strap just above the wrists. He then grabs two more straps and secures them above the knees and then around the ankles. Gloved hands produce tiny padlocks to lock each strap, providing maximum immobility. He then lifts Michael’s legs and slides him into the black, puffy, large sleeping bag. Once inside, the kidnapper grabs four more belts and wraps them around his upper shoulders, above the wrists, above the knees, and around the ankles.

Michael can only moan through the single piece of strong black gorilla tape over his mouth. He’s no longer able to wiggle or move an inch. He begs and pleads with his eyes, but the kidnapper just crosses his arms as he looks down at his sleeping bag mummy and laughs.

“OK, boy. A few more things and then we are done.”

The gloved hands produce socks and a gas mask. The gas mask is black and looks extremely thick. The kidnapper slowly removes the tape over Michael’s mouth and immediately places his gloved hand across his mouth and jaw. His other hand has a huge sock, balled into a wad.

“IF you ever want to see daylight again, when I remove my hand from your mouth, you WILL open your mouth and not cause a scene. Do we understand?”

Michael nods. He is already sweating inside the double sleeping bags. The gloved hand releases his mouth, and the wad of a large sock is pushed inside his mouth. It completely fills his mouth and pins down his tongue, unable to push the wad from out of his mouth.

Michael’s head starts moving back and forth repeatedly. He tries to protest, but the gloved hand is holding the sock in place. The sock is disgustingly ripe and has never been washed. After a few minutes, Michael stops trying to talk so that the tongue doesn’t press up against the sock. Gorilla duct tape is placed over his mouth and wrapped around his head once, twice, six, seven, eight times. The Gorilla tape now goes underneath his chin and is wrapped around his head several times, creating a tight muzzle.

The kidnapper grabs the gas mask with a hose and secures it over Michael’s head, making sure the straps are completely tight behind the head and underneath the jaw. The gasmask provides extra force underneath the jaw, preventing Michael from dislodging the sock or trying to work the duct tape from his mouth.

Another dirty sock is attached to the end of the hose. Michael once again begins to thrash his head back and forth, but that’s all he’s able to do.
“I’ll be back to check on you in a few hours, boy.”

The kidnapper turns off the light and walks up the stairs, locking the deadbolt on the other side of the door.
Michael moans, through the gas mask, but no one can hear him. The Sleeping Bag Kidnapper finally has his prey right where he wants him and won’t be releasing him anytime soon. This is only the beginning Poor, dumb, innocent Michael.

[squirrel]

Great beginning! I love it when the kidnapper is a little brutal and always has his gloves on

[AbductedAddiction]

Great beginning! I love it when the kidnapper is a little brutal and always has his gloves on :)

Thank you! Gloves must stay on during a kidnap. Period.

[BoudBoy22]

I love leather gloves, so i'm waiting for more of your amazing story

[blackbound]

Brutal gags and gas masks will always get my attention. Looking forward to future parts!

[mrjones2009]

Always nice to read a story that involves sleeping bags!

[Msueta@2]

I love gasmask stories . I can't wait till the next chapter .

[Michael-Colin]

Poor naïve Michael (or rather, lucky naïve Michael?)

Good start. Looking forward to reading more

[The WinterShuffle]

Oouuu I love this! Silly Michael, maybe next time if he doesn’t want to be abducted he can send me in his place

[Smythdean]

Fantastic story.

[gag1195]

Michael practically walked into that kidnapping didn't he? Great descriptions, and given the content, this is definitely going to be a popular story on here!

[AbductedAddiction]

Thank you everyone!!! This will be updated next week. I am spending time with friends Thanksgiving and working this weekend.

Happy Holidays!

[Mummybag]

What a fantastic start… has he got more sleepingbags? I would love to join the sleepoverparty!

[Terry]

Nice start to what looks to be an interesting story. Don't often see many good non-consentual kidnap fics on here so this is nice to see.

[Gagfan]

"The Sleeping Bag Kidnapper" (m/m)
By: AbductedAddiction
November 22, 2021

Michael plans to go hiking in the mountains in the Spring. The days are warm, but the nights can get quite cold, and he’s desperately looking for a warm sleeping bag. He remembers that one of his gear buddies has many sleeping bags. Michael has never met the guy, but they live in the same town and talk a lot online about his leather interest. Michael is just a casual guy but sometimes dreams about tight black leather gloved hands, probably because he watches too many abduction videos online.

Michael messages the guy online known as “SleepingBagGuy.”

Michael: “Hey! I am looking for a sleeping bag for camping. Can you spare me one, or can I buy one from you?”

SleepingBagGuy: “It can be dangerous out there and I would not go alone! But, if you are interested in trying one out before I give it to you, meet me at my place in about two hours. I must… get some things ready and prepare the sleeping bag”

Michael: “OK. That sounds great! Yeah, I am going alone and it’s my first time. But, I would like to try it out first! What do you mean to prepare?”

SleepingBagGuy: “This is a different type of bag, it has buckles and strings, you’ll love it! If you take the bus, it only goes so far west, so get off at the last stop, walk about a half-mile and I will pick you up in a Black Chevy Tahoe.”

Michael: “OK. See you then!”

Michael has absolutely no idea that his kidnapping fantasy is about to become true, but the kidnapper doesn’t want to scare him, so he’s come up with a brilliant plan.

Michael gets off at the last bus stop and starts walking and suddenly the road turns into a gravel road and the urban setting becomes more of a forest. He looks on his phone to see if he is going the right way but he’s losing cell phone service. Suddenly, a Black Chevy Tahoe comes speeding down the gravel road and stops where the back door is facing Michael. He opens the back door, gets inside, and shuts the door. The Tahoe takes off. As Michael adjusts his eyes from the bright sun, there is a caged divider in between the front and back seats.

“It’s good to finally meet you, my friend! Michael, right? We are going to have fun with the sleeping bags.”

Suddenly, skintight black leather gloved hands appear on top of the steering wheel. The guy is muscular, very tall, and has a motorcycle helmet on with a dark visor, completely securing his face.

“I was going to take my bike and pick you up, but I remember I remember I told you I’d be riding the Tahoe. I didn’t want to surprise you and think someone was trying to…. kidnap you,” the guy says in an evil tone.

“Oh, well I appreciate that, and that explains the gloves since you were on your bike,” says Michael.

“Yeah… that’s right,” the guy grins and chuckles quietly to himself, grasping his tight gloved hand on the wheel, hearing the leather creak as the wheel moves in his leather hands. His left gloved hand slowly moves down to the console and quietly clicks buttons.

“Click” Door Locks ON.
“Click” “Window Locks ON.
“Click…” Suddenly, “Beep beep!” Michael looks at his phone and an error message states there is no phone service or GPS signal.

“Oh yeah, there’s no signal out here. I always must ride my bike to the end of the road to get service.”

“Oh, and don’t get scared about the window cage, I’m an Uber driver. Don’t worry, you are totally safe in my... gloved hands.”

Michael is starting to get a bit nervous now, but he’s chatted with this guy for at least five years. He has always mentioned his glove fetish to Michael but totally forgets that he told the guy about watching kidnap movies.

The Tahoe pulls up to a garage and the black-gloved hand hits a switch and the garage door slowly opens. The guy pulls into the garage and flips a switch and waits for the garage door to shut before getting out.

The guy in the motorcycle helmet gets out of the vehicle and opens Michael’s door. The guy grabs Michael’s hand and escorts him to a door and has him walk down the stairs.

“Be careful, I’ve got you. The stairs are quite steep!”

Michael can feel the tightly gloved hands on his wrist and shoulder. It’s a very strong grip and he’s not about to let his grip loose.

The guy turns on some lights in the basement. Michael is now staring at two sleeping bags. One is actually a leather sleepsack, and the other is a huge puffy sleeping bag. The bag looks so big that it could swallow Michael in one gulp, like a boa constrictor.

Michael carefully inspects the guy now that he’s out of the vehicle. He’s at least 6 feet, 5 inches tall and has a northern accent. He’s wearing tall black boots, black leather pants, and a black leather jacket. He has no idea about skin or facial features every inch of his skin is covered.

“Go ahead and strip everything but your boxers. You need to feel what it’s like to your skin, to make sure it’s not too hot”
For whatever reason, it makes perfect sense to poor, dumb, innocent Michael and starts stripping his clothes. He has absolutely no idea what he’s about to get himself into.

The guy produces leather mitts and places them on Michael’s hands. They have straps and he makes sure they are snug, but not too tight. The guy explains that these are to keep your hands warm in very cold weather conditions.

The guy opens the sack and helps Michael get inside. His gloved hands help slide his feet all the way to the end of the sack. He brings the rest of the bag to Michael’s shoulders.
“Oh, this is a different kind of sleeping bag. There are internal sleeves inside the bag that help insulate your hands. You’ll be able to lift and remove your arms from the sleeves at any time,” the guy says, with a huge smirk on his face, inside the dark motorcycle helmet.

The guy helps him put his mitted hands inside the internal sleeves and then completely brings the sack over his shoulders and slowly zips the sack all the way to Michael’s neck. He then takes the string that’s on the sack and carefully tightens the laces one by one, making the sack completely tight and completely inescapable.

Michael starts wiggling a bit, trying to adjust himself inside the sleeping bag. The guy brings the other black sleeping bag over towards Michael, smiling inside his motorcycle helmet.
“The best experience is if you are double sacked.”

Michael begins raising his head, trying to get his arms out of the sleeves. He’s unable to move anything inside the sleeping bag.

“No, it’s okay I don’t want t…. MPPPPPPPPH MPPPPPPPPPPH!” Michael’s sentence was cut short by the abductor's tight black-gloved hand.
“Did you know that gloves are also good to not leave any trace or fingerprints, like in the abduction videos you watch?”

Michael’s eyes get extremely big and begin trashing inside the sleepsack. The guy grabs a roll of black gorilla tape in his other gloved hand, places it on top of the gloved hand on Michael’s mouth. Simultaneously, he rips the tape, quickly removes the gloved hand over his mouth and the strong adhesive tape is now over Michael’s lips. He’s now able to use both of his hands to break the piece of tape from off the roll.

“This should keep you quiet for now while I finish you up.”

The kidnapper grabs large leather straps and starts securing Michael’s upper shoulders, then another strap just above the wrists. He then grabs two more straps and secures them above the knees and then around the ankles. Gloved hands produce tiny padlocks to lock each strap, providing maximum immobility. He then lifts Michael’s legs and slides him into the black, puffy, large sleeping bag. Once inside, the kidnapper grabs four more belts and wraps them around his upper shoulders, above the wrists, above the knees, and around the ankles.

Michael can only moan through the single piece of strong black gorilla tape over his mouth. He’s no longer able to wiggle or move an inch. He begs and pleads with his eyes, but the kidnapper just crosses his arms as he looks down at his sleeping bag mummy and laughs.

“OK, boy. A few more things and then we are done.”

The gloved hands produce socks and a gas mask. The gas mask is black and looks extremely thick. The kidnapper slowly removes the tape over Michael’s mouth and immediately places his gloved hand across his mouth and jaw. His other hand has a huge sock, balled into a wad.

“IF you ever want to see daylight again, when I remove my hand from your mouth, you WILL open your mouth and not cause a scene. Do we understand?”

Michael nods. He is already sweating inside the double sleeping bags. The gloved hand releases his mouth, and the wad of a large sock is pushed inside his mouth. It completely fills his mouth and pins down his tongue, unable to push the wad from out of his mouth.

Michael’s head starts moving back and forth repeatedly. He tries to protest, but the gloved hand is holding the sock in place. The sock is disgustingly ripe and has never been washed. After a few minutes, Michael stops trying to talk so that the tongue doesn’t press up against the sock. Gorilla duct tape is placed over his mouth and wrapped around his head once, twice, six, seven, eight times. The Gorilla tape now goes underneath his chin and is wrapped around his head several times, creating a tight muzzle.

The kidnapper grabs the gas mask with a hose and secures it over Michael’s head, making sure the straps are completely tight behind the head and underneath the jaw. The gasmask provides extra force underneath the jaw, preventing Michael from dislodging the sock or trying to work the duct tape from his mouth.

Another dirty sock is attached to the end of the hose. Michael once again begins to thrash his head back and forth, but that’s all he’s able to do.
“I’ll be back to check on you in a few hours, boy.”

The kidnapper turns off the light and walks up the stairs, locking the deadbolt on the other side of the door.
Michael moans, through the gas mask, but no one can hear him. The Sleeping Bag Kidnapper finally has his prey right where he wants him and won’t be releasing him anytime soon. This is only the beginning Poor, dumb, innocent Michael.

Absolutely wonderful start, I’m a huge fan of sleeping bags. Plus my absolute favorite scenario is naive sub willingly wanders into a situation then discovers far too late it’s something darker than they intended so this is right up my alley. I would happily volunteer as the sleeping bag kidnapper’s guest!

[Demon Soccer Master]

Wow it's a amazing started, i hope the boy will learn to enjoy be a captive boy

[gige]

"The Sleeping Bag Kidnapper" (m/m)
By: AbductedAddiction
November 22, 2021

Michael plans to go hiking in the mountains in the Spring. The days are warm, but the nights can get quite cold, and he’s desperately looking for a warm sleeping bag. He remembers that one of his gear buddies has many sleeping bags. Michael has never met the guy, but they live in the same town and talk a lot online about his leather interest. Michael is just a casual guy but sometimes dreams about tight black leather gloved hands, probably because he watches too many abduction videos online.

Michael messages the guy online known as “SleepingBagGuy.”

Michael: “Hey! I am looking for a sleeping bag for camping. Can you spare me one, or can I buy one from you?”

SleepingBagGuy: “It can be dangerous out there and I would not go alone! But, if you are interested in trying one out before I give it to you, meet me at my place in about two hours. I must… get some things ready and prepare the sleeping bag”

Michael: “OK. That sounds great! Yeah, I am going alone and it’s my first time. But, I would like to try it out first! What do you mean to prepare?”

SleepingBagGuy: “This is a different type of bag, it has buckles and strings, you’ll love it! If you take the bus, it only goes so far west, so get off at the last stop, walk about a half-mile and I will pick you up in a Black Chevy Tahoe.”

Michael: “OK. See you then!”

Michael has absolutely no idea that his kidnapping fantasy is about to become true, but the kidnapper doesn’t want to scare him, so he’s come up with a brilliant plan.

Michael gets off at the last bus stop and starts walking and suddenly the road turns into a gravel road and the urban setting becomes more of a forest. He looks on his phone to see if he is going the right way but he’s losing cell phone service. Suddenly, a Black Chevy Tahoe comes speeding down the gravel road and stops where the back door is facing Michael. He opens the back door, gets inside, and shuts the door. The Tahoe takes off. As Michael adjusts his eyes from the bright sun, there is a caged divider in between the front and back seats.

“It’s good to finally meet you, my friend! Michael, right? We are going to have fun with the sleeping bags.”

Suddenly, skintight black leather gloved hands appear on top of the steering wheel. The guy is muscular, very tall, and has a motorcycle helmet on with a dark visor, completely securing his face.

“I was going to take my bike and pick you up, but I remember I remember I told you I’d be riding the Tahoe. I didn’t want to surprise you and think someone was trying to…. kidnap you,” the guy says in an evil tone.

“Oh, well I appreciate that, and that explains the gloves since you were on your bike,” says Michael.

“Yeah… that’s right,” the guy grins and chuckles quietly to himself, grasping his tight gloved hand on the wheel, hearing the leather creak as the wheel moves in his leather hands. His left gloved hand slowly moves down to the console and quietly clicks buttons.

“Click” Door Locks ON.
“Click” “Window Locks ON.
“Click…” Suddenly, “Beep beep!” Michael looks at his phone and an error message states there is no phone service or GPS signal.

“Oh yeah, there’s no signal out here. I always must ride my bike to the end of the road to get service.”

“Oh, and don’t get scared about the window cage, I’m an Uber driver. Don’t worry, you are totally safe in my... gloved hands.”

Michael is starting to get a bit nervous now, but he’s chatted with this guy for at least five years. He has always mentioned his glove fetish to Michael but totally forgets that he told the guy about watching kidnap movies.

The Tahoe pulls up to a garage and the black-gloved hand hits a switch and the garage door slowly opens. The guy pulls into the garage and flips a switch and waits for the garage door to shut before getting out.

The guy in the motorcycle helmet gets out of the vehicle and opens Michael’s door. The guy grabs Michael’s hand and escorts him to a door and has him walk down the stairs.

“Be careful, I’ve got you. The stairs are quite steep!”

Michael can feel the tightly gloved hands on his wrist and shoulder. It’s a very strong grip and he’s not about to let his grip loose.

The guy turns on some lights in the basement. Michael is now staring at two sleeping bags. One is actually a leather sleepsack, and the other is a huge puffy sleeping bag. The bag looks so big that it could swallow Michael in one gulp, like a boa constrictor.

Michael carefully inspects the guy now that he’s out of the vehicle. He’s at least 6 feet, 5 inches tall and has a northern accent. He’s wearing tall black boots, black leather pants, and a black leather jacket. He has no idea about skin or facial features every inch of his skin is covered.

“Go ahead and strip everything but your boxers. You need to feel what it’s like to your skin, to make sure it’s not too hot”
For whatever reason, it makes perfect sense to poor, dumb, innocent Michael and starts stripping his clothes. He has absolutely no idea what he’s about to get himself into.

The guy produces leather mitts and places them on Michael’s hands. They have straps and he makes sure they are snug, but not too tight. The guy explains that these are to keep your hands warm in very cold weather conditions.

The guy opens the sack and helps Michael get inside. His gloved hands help slide his feet all the way to the end of the sack. He brings the rest of the bag to Michael’s shoulders.
“Oh, this is a different kind of sleeping bag. There are internal sleeves inside the bag that help insulate your hands. You’ll be able to lift and remove your arms from the sleeves at any time,” the guy says, with a huge smirk on his face, inside the dark motorcycle helmet.

The guy helps him put his mitted hands inside the internal sleeves and then completely brings the sack over his shoulders and slowly zips the sack all the way to Michael’s neck. He then takes the string that’s on the sack and carefully tightens the laces one by one, making the sack completely tight and completely inescapable.

Michael starts wiggling a bit, trying to adjust himself inside the sleeping bag. The guy brings the other black sleeping bag over towards Michael, smiling inside his motorcycle helmet.
“The best experience is if you are double sacked.”

Michael begins raising his head, trying to get his arms out of the sleeves. He’s unable to move anything inside the sleeping bag.

“No, it’s okay I don’t want t…. MPPPPPPPPH MPPPPPPPPPPH!” Michael’s sentence was cut short by the abductor's tight black-gloved hand.
“Did you know that gloves are also good to not leave any trace or fingerprints, like in the abduction videos you watch?”

Michael’s eyes get extremely big and begin trashing inside the sleepsack. The guy grabs a roll of black gorilla tape in his other gloved hand, places it on top of the gloved hand on Michael’s mouth. Simultaneously, he rips the tape, quickly removes the gloved hand over his mouth and the strong adhesive tape is now over Michael’s lips. He’s now able to use both of his hands to break the piece of tape from off the roll.

“This should keep you quiet for now while I finish you up.”

The kidnapper grabs large leather straps and starts securing Michael’s upper shoulders, then another strap just above the wrists. He then grabs two more straps and secures them above the knees and then around the ankles. Gloved hands produce tiny padlocks to lock each strap, providing maximum immobility. He then lifts Michael’s legs and slides him into the black, puffy, large sleeping bag. Once inside, the kidnapper grabs four more belts and wraps them around his upper shoulders, above the wrists, above the knees, and around the ankles.

Michael can only moan through the single piece of strong black gorilla tape over his mouth. He’s no longer able to wiggle or move an inch. He begs and pleads with his eyes, but the kidnapper just crosses his arms as he looks down at his sleeping bag mummy and laughs.

“OK, boy. A few more things and then we are done.”

The gloved hands produce socks and a gas mask. The gas mask is black and looks extremely thick. The kidnapper slowly removes the tape over Michael’s mouth and immediately places his gloved hand across his mouth and jaw. His other hand has a huge sock, balled into a wad.

“IF you ever want to see daylight again, when I remove my hand from your mouth, you WILL open your mouth and not cause a scene. Do we understand?”

Michael nods. He is already sweating inside the double sleeping bags. The gloved hand releases his mouth, and the wad of a large sock is pushed inside his mouth. It completely fills his mouth and pins down his tongue, unable to push the wad from out of his mouth.

Michael’s head starts moving back and forth repeatedly. He tries to protest, but the gloved hand is holding the sock in place. The sock is disgustingly ripe and has never been washed. After a few minutes, Michael stops trying to talk so that the tongue doesn’t press up against the sock. Gorilla duct tape is placed over his mouth and wrapped around his head once, twice, six, seven, eight times. The Gorilla tape now goes underneath his chin and is wrapped around his head several times, creating a tight muzzle.

The kidnapper grabs the gas mask with a hose and secures it over Michael’s head, making sure the straps are completely tight behind the head and underneath the jaw. The gasmask provides extra force underneath the jaw, preventing Michael from dislodging the sock or trying to work the duct tape from his mouth.

Another dirty sock is attached to the end of the hose. Michael once again begins to thrash his head back and forth, but that’s all he’s able to do.
“I’ll be back to check on you in a few hours, boy.”

The kidnapper turns off the light and walks up the stairs, locking the deadbolt on the other side of the door.
Michael moans, through the gas mask, but no one can hear him. The Sleeping Bag Kidnapper finally has his prey right where he wants him and won’t be releasing him anytime soon. This is only the beginning Poor, dumb, innocent Michael.

Oh I lost in your post ,
Do you know the old story of The Three-year-old Chloe Campbell disappearing from home in Childers, Queensland, Australia?
The father of Chloe Campbell says "we blame ourselves" after he awakes to find his daughter missing from the family home.
Chloe Campbell disappeared with her toy dog and sleeping bag.
A three-year-old girl has been snatched in an Australian town, prompting a major police hunt.
Chloe Campbell went missing at around 7 am local time on Thursday morning from a home in Childers, Queensland.
She is described as white, with light brown shoulder-length hair and around 3ft 3in (1m) tall.
Her father, Garth Campbell, told Australian Associated Press that Chloe, who normally sleeps in the living room, had vanished along with her sleeping bag and stuffed, blue toy dog.
He said a window was open and that there was an adult-sized footprint on the family's car outside.
"I don't think there's any possible way she's wandered off," he said.
"She wouldn't leave the yard by herself."