A Lad in Distress (M/M) - Endless Plight - Complete - November 27th

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The story had gone on page 2 again, but I searched and found, and here is another chapter!

Chapter 14 – Aftermath


Zach couldn’t help ogling the writhing flesh in front of his eyes. The stunt Shaun was pulling off increased the odds of getting caught, but preventing the boys from getting in touch with the outside world didn’t bode well for them.

It lasted forever; the boys had worked up a sweat again trying to free themselves from the strict hold of ropes. Paul had even creamed his shorts—but his position it from the invisible audience.

The evil trio rushed in again, approaching the bound guys over the carpet. Soon the three boys were free. Praise and thanks came out of their mouths once the gags were off.

“It was amazing, Mr. Wainworth! Just like a real adventure; and your castle is just awesome, like there are secrets hidden at every corner.”

This led to a concerned grunt by Zach and Marty that didn’t pass the confines of the crates they were in.

“I’m glad you liked it. We can have another go after dinner and tackle, let’s say, more intimate tasks.”

A roar of laughter and bawdy comments welcomed Shaun’s suggestion. Inside the crates, despair peaked; it had been a game all along.

“What happened to the two guys from earlier on?” Mark asked.

Shaun looked at them with a faint smile.

“Oh? They are some of my most hardcore bondage friends. Their thing is long-lasting immobility, and they’ve been taken to their sleeping room. You can’t keep someone bound in the same position for too long, but I have special sleeping bags where they can stay for ten to twelve hours.”

Zach wished he had been treated like this. Being forced to hear the lies Shaun served his court was too much.

“I doubt they’d have liked this evening’s party, anyway. They’re just not the type.”

As the chatter went on among the small crowd, Ted and Bill were quietly whisking Marty’s crate away, the high-range roller bearings allowing it to roll smoothly through the room unnoticed. Zach remained in his crate and could see the party kick in.

The young men were putting on loud music and popping bottles. For the next three hours, Zach observed the interactions in the room: Shaun remained on the lookout throughout. The director kept a glass in hand but never drank from it. His guests were rowdier: lots ass-grabbing, mock-wrestling, and judo-like banter. Their gestures and vivacity dwindled with their liquor consumption.

One of the guests, the last one to be featured in their role-play, staggered outside Zach’s field of vision. His name was Sean, the subject of many jokes with Shaun. The boy was a glorious redhead with a lithe body and a shy, handsome smile. He seemed capable of going overboard, and he had maybe gotten out of his league with liquor; the weed circulating late in the party had finished him.

Sean needed fresh air and somewhere safe and not too disgusting to puke. He exited the large library and went down the stairs. He grabbed the bannister and followed its reassuring lead. There was much whirling in Sean’s head, and the spiral staircase didn’t diminish the spiralling effect affecting his senses.

He went down and down, and down again, not noticing he had missed the ground floor and the exit towards the breeze softly blowing from the ocean. He opened the door at the bottom of the stairs. It now became an emergency to find a bathroom, and he stepped into the large hall. It had doors on both sides.

Sean opened the first door to his right and saw a figure in the shade. This was no restroom, but he couldn’t wait any longer. He turned to the side and regurgitated. The flow was plentiful but brief. Sean didn’t feel any shame at having thus dirtied the hall. He recovered a little bit.

The figure … was it what he thought it was? One of the tie-up record breakers. Sean was curious how he looked now. He stood and felt for a switch inside the small room. Once the light was on, a dude in a wheelchair appeared—wearing tight spandex, with his thighs spread and his knees strapped to the chair’s legs.

Ted and Bill were security enthusiasts and tried to follow procedure. But they sometimes needed to cut corners and skip the imposition of cuffs while changing their ‘guests.’

They were to get Marty in his cage wearing a spandex costume; Shaun knew wealthy men who contributed to his operation in exchange for private time with his ‘guests.’ Marty was a looker and gay; his solid sexual experience made patrons come back regularly.

They stored Marty in an unlocked room on his wheelchair while they fetched various items to prepare him for the paying customer. He had been left alone in the dark for ten minutes now.

Sean noticed the guy was looking at him straight in his eyes. He couldn’t talk, as his lower face was covered with turns of tape wrapped around his head. He was mmphing an SOS.

“Mmm mm mm MMMMM MMMMM!”

“Hey dude, sure, let me give you a hand.”

Since he was around fourteen, Sean had always played friendly and consensual tie-up games. He felt no pleasure seeing a fellow-player in distress. Sean reached for the silver duct tape and removed the two turns that had given Marty’s gag a tidy look and then two turns of Coban wrap that were probably crushing the poor bastard’s lips.

Marty spat some nylon rag out.

“Thanks. Quick, free me and let’s find Zach. You guys might have been weekend guests, but Shaun has kept me prisoner for months now.”

Sean was puzzled; inebriated, he had trouble taking it all in. Still, he went for the wheelchair to release the guy from it.

“It’s no use without the keys. Just get me out of here; I’ll show you the way. There’s an elevator at the end of the corridor. I know the code. I think I know where I can find the keys and also locate Zach.”

“Ok, bro, I’ll get you out.”

Sean stumbled behind the wheelchair. He fumbled to find the brake’s release and pushed Marty outside his small temporary cell. There was a lift where Marty said, and the code worked. The elevator door opened and they both entered the elevator car, facing the wall as there was no room to manoeuvre inside the car.

“Ground floor,” Marty indicated. They went up smoothly. The door stopped, and Sean went backwards, pushing the door open with his bum, which was at present nicely wrapped in tight nylon board shorts.

He got the chair out and was about to take one last step backwards when his bum touched something familiar: a man’s thighs. Sean leaped, but a pair of arms grabbed him from behind and held him in a nice, tight embrace; a big sweaty hand clamped over his mouth, making any try at discussion useless.

“A little meddler, hey?” Bill hissed into his ear. Ted was grabbing the wheelchair, leaning in towards Marty.

“He removed his gag,” Ted told his accomplice, who was busy putting Sean in a tight armlock while applying a masterful handgag.

“So, procedure number nine.”

“Yup.”

Sean was puzzled and no longer aroused; they’d certainly been waiting for them as the elevator climbed, and being these men’s target dampened his enthusiasm. Ted and Bill talked and acted serious. Their catch would have to join the pool of Shaun’s captives.

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Looks like another crate might have found an occupant!

Wonder if Mark and Paul will be told that Sean has 'asked' to join the hardcore bondage friends, or whether he's simply gone home.

Or something else....

Can't want to see what's in store for Marty either...

Are we likely to see the captives locked in chastity at all, following Paul's (apparently unnoticed) indiscretion?
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[mention]Jb99[/mention] Chastity could be involved in the future; at least it wouldn't be out of character for Shaun and his goons.
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Chapter 15 – Not a Game Anymore


Ted and Bill were no rocket scientists, but they had enough information on Sean to know his disappearance would be easy to organize. Shaun had all the required contacts to mete out enforced captivity on those who dared to confront him. A cute ginger would have no trouble finding a purchaser.

Marty tried to protest and plead but Ted stuffed a thick rubber bladder inside his mouth and inflated it before strapping a half-mask across his lower face. Ted then helped out with Sean, whom Bill was now straddling, having laid him out face down on the floor. The man’s weight over Sean’s frail frame pinned him down inescapably.

Ted got a leather harness and straps. This time, there would be no half-assed measures. Marty had to be restrained and put away where he wouldn’t be found again.

“I’m thinking, Ted,” Bill said as Ted cinched the straps that kept Sean’s arms pinned to his sides.

“You know I don’t like when you think.”

“No, but Shaun won’t be happy to have to clean up our mess. So, why don’t we handle this all on our own?”

Sean was terrified. The maniac was now restraining his legs with tight leather straps. They were going to whack him good, judging by the two hunks’ malevolent smiles. Their lecherous glances told him his ass was theirs. He wailed.

“MmmmgrM! Mmmphmbl!”

“Don’t worry, boy. You’ll live. There is a market for cute little pups like you. No doubt some wealthy guy in the Middle East or Asia will be very happy to have you as a pet. Nothing too dreadful happens to the young men in our care, though we don’t really follow up on what happens to them later.”

Sean had sobered up and was now fully aware of his surroundings.

He got restrained in professional gear, with two hunks holding him within their tight and silencing embrace. He had to warn Paul and Mark. They must have passed out by now, though, if Shaun kept giving them generous amounts of spirits. Sean figured he could try to call them once they’d come to their senses. If the goons left him ungagged, it could work. What followed dampened his hopes.

“We’ve got to shut up our ginger boy well, Bill. His friends are still around, and one to handle is enough; no need adding work for us.”

“I hear you. Plus my hand is getting sore from muffling his shouts. Get something so he won’t give us any more of a headache.”

Ted was more than willing to oblige. He kneeled in front of Marty and removed his shoes before peeling his socks off.

“Yuck, Marty, you don’t shower often.

The boy had silk stockings that went up to mid-calf only. They were thin, and Marty had worn them for four days with only a rudimentary shower Ted and Bill had deigned to give him. Ted rolled the stockings into a tight ball with all loose ends in front so they wouldn’t slip to the back of the boy’s throat. Ted and Bill didn’t want to waste such a merchandise with amateur carelessness.

The roll of white surgical tape in Bill’s pocket came in handy to seal the socks in the redhead’s mouth. Eight silky smooth strips over Sean’s lower face plus two turns around his head made for a formidable gag. Sean hadn’t been able to make a peep since the clammy hand silenced him when exiting the elevator.

Bill kept a hold on the boy, and Ted grabbed the wheelchair’s handles. They all went back into the elevator car. They stopped one floor below.

“You’ll rest for a little while, boys. This floor is used by staff only. The guests can’t access it. We need to get more gear if we want to store you for transportation without your becoming liabilities.”

They had Sean hop in front, Marty being pushed behind. There was a large closet used to store towels, napkins, and sheets. The two kidnappers took their time hogtying Sean in cotton, which was classier than hemp. The two riggers made the tie rough and strenuous. Sean was placed kneeling in front of the wheelchair and attached his harness to the legs, leaving his nose a couple of inches from Marty’s crotch.

“I think his underwear was changed much longer ago than his socks,” Bill chortled. The two goons chuckled as they closed the door and locked it, adding one more obstacle on Sean’s road to freedom.

Sean still wondered what was going on. Sniffing Marty’s manly smells was some solace, but he’d fallen in some cuckoo’s nest. The situation was dire.

Mark and Paul had indeed fallen asleep on the party room’s luxurious sofa. Ted and Bill quickly found a hideout for Sean where their homophone employer wouldn’t stumble upon him. Their boss never came into their quarters. They weren’t against giving the lad some extra care in the evenings, and having him at hand couldn’t hurt.

Just to make an impression on their new prisoner, they got one of the devious crates with the two-way mirror and the treacherous audio system that fooled the occupant into thinking he could be seen and heard from the outside.

It was early in the morning when they pushed it inside the laundry closet where Sean was still honouring Marty by kneeling in front of him. Marty watched his former rescuer being sat in the crate.

One hour and a half later, Sean was in the entrance hall—inside the crate. He saw Paul and Mark being escorted out by Ted; the group walked down the stairs and passed two feet in front of him before exiting the manor. Five minutes later, Ted was back, standing in front of the crate.

“You’re on your own now. Your friends really believe you had to go because of some family reason. We’ll try to make you feel like we’re family.”

The frightening man disappeared from view; the crate moved forward. Bill was taking Sean back to the hideout where he could discuss the boy’s fate with Ted undisturbed.

Zach wasn’t faring much better. He’d witnessed the party, wondering whether Shaun had not spiked his guests’ drinks considering how much they staggered and slurred their words early in the evening. One of them had left the room without anyone seeing him, and the others were drinking Shaun’s words and liquor until they collapsed on the big couch in each other’s arms.

That’s when Shaun came to take care of Zach’s crate. He felt the brake being released; the wheels’ state-of-the-art roller bearing made the move smooth and silent. They went through a hall and entered a long corridor. The walls were painted in shades ranging from orange to brown with touches of yellow, which had to be Shaun’s idea of a Persian wall covering.

As they entered a door on the right, the room lit up. Zach’s crate was pushed into a large room with a huge screen at the back where the scene of Aladdin’s kidnapping was playing. He was rescued by the genie, and then the clip went back to Aladdin being seized by the guards; the scene was on a loop. In front of him, Zach saw a coatrack with expensive silks in pasted colours. Shaun loved playing doll with him, so Zach figured he was in for another clothes tryout.

He was right. Armed with leather cuffs, bits of chain, and padlocks, Shaun took Zach out of the crate and restrained him tightly to prevent any rebellion. He was granted a quick and welcome bathroom break and dressed up in the kinky Persian costume. The large mirror in the bathroom enabled Zach to witness every step of his subjugation. The pants fell below the knee in a more faithful tribute to the cartoon; for Shaun’s fantasy, they didn’t cover much of thighs. They wrapped Zach’s bum tightly, though, and the sheen of the fabric enhanced any motion by displaying the curves it covered.

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Just read a few more chapters and have very much enjoyed Zach's capture, transportation and introduction to the mansion. A nice variety of bondage styles and positions. Shaun really has planned out this kidnap well. I loved the disguised wheelchair run through the hotel and a very good use for a flight case although the in-flight entertainment seemed slightly limited! I think Shaun might have a thing for Aladdin!

Loving the little film references dotted throughout although I'm sure some of them are going over my head!

The adventure continues and we have a new captive - I did enjoyed the gagged introductions.
A pup is for life but especially for bondage so get out the sleepsack and muzzle.

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[mention]Pup Wingletang[/mention] Thanks for the comments, I'm glad the story pleases you. Here is a new chapter!

Chapter 16 – In at the Deep End



Zach got a small sleeveless coat and yellow slippers. Shaun took longer than usual to dress up his prisoner; though he hadn’t partied as hard as his guests, he had taken several impairing psychotropic substances.

“I’ll give you a drink, my handsome prince, before I tell you all the great things we’ll do together.”

Zach’s gag came off, and he gulped down over a quart of water. Shaun then stuffed a ball of silk into his prisoner’s mouth before applying a scarf rolled into a thin sausage between his teeth. He cruelly knotted two more scarves at the nape of Zach’s neck, added a bandage over his mouth, and wrapped a wider one from his Adam’s apple to just under his eyes.

“You look very cute, my little Abooboo, nicely hobbled and gagged with precious silk. You can now listen to me closely, so let me clear some things up.”

In Zach’s view, everything was clear. He wanted to be free and go back to Los Angeles, where his future lay ahead of him. Music started playing; Shaun had hit a button on a remote control. Looking straight at Zach, Shaun opened his mouth and started singing in a falsetto voice.

Oh, I come from a land, in a faraway place

Where cute gagged boys moan;

Where you’re tied by suspense

And the games are intense …

It’s erotic, but hey, it’s home.

Shaun had again launched into his perverted take on the cartoon’s song.

Arabian nights, like Arabian days

More often than not

Are boys bound so hot in a lot of good ways!

The film director smiled at Zach as the music faded away.

“You have to be bound in a lot of good ways, Zach. My construction crews are done, and I have the perfect set to have you star as Aladdin in one of my versions of the story. You’ll become a star; enough with crappy amateur stuff when it comes to male bondage. People want high production value! A plot! And handsome models! That’s where you come in, my friend. You look even better than when we first met and you came to stay with us.”

“When you kidnapped me,” Zach thought but let Shaun finish, as he seemed genuinely interested in seducing Zach with his words.

“My little gagged boy doesn’t moan, hey?” Shaun said as he cupped Zach’s chin and lifted his face to look into his eyes. “You’ll have to, as you’re going to be the first star whose only lines are mmphs. Trust me; I have enough ideas to make your grunts fit perfectly with the movie. Aladdin will be caught by the guards, maybe kept prisoner in the harem with women, because some people get their kick out of such twisted stuff. And, of course, his encounter with Jafar will need lot of scenes to shoot, so it’ll take a while. I’ve had over fifteen costumes made for you. Look at this one.”

Zach glanced at the mirror; the cut of what looked like a waistcoat and shorts was very finely done. The garments made his waist look thin; the material and the tailoring enhanced his buttocks. His prominent cock couldn’t be missed. To Zach’s utter shame, Shaun’s cooing was also making him hard, as he’d developed peculiar reactions to being handled with bondage over the days.

“You’ll be chained to pillars, trussed up to chairs, carried around on horseback, spread-eagled over racks, with peril upon peril reinforcing your fighting spirit. I hope you can keep up. If you do, fame and fortune await you.”

Zach was puzzled by Shaun’s words.

“There’ll be lots of hard work before we get there. For now, while I go check the partying surfer guests are safe, I’ll let you study this scene. I might have showed it to you already. Let me see …”

Shaun checked the chains linking Zach’s cuffed elbows, wrist, knees, and ankles. He picked up a leather half-mask, one that didn’t have a plug. Its straps locked, though, and Shaun was putting the second padlock on when his phone rang.

“Hello? Yes, Ted. Sure, I’ll come right away.”

He put the phone in his breast pocket.

“Our guests are leaving. I’ll go be a nice host. Study the scene well. It’ll help you with your acting later on.”

Shaun left, leaving Zach standing in tight hobbles, firmly gagged and forced to watch the same scene repeating over and over on the screen. What if all this was an acting method? This was more or less what he’d been told about Shaun; it made sense that being effectively kidnapped would make for a better performance later on.

He was replaying Shaun’s words, trying to get his mind off Aladdin’s endless kidnapping, rescue, and recapture. Then, a detail burst into Zach’s mind. When Shaun walked out of the room, no key turned into the lock.

Zach hopped to the door, which had a mirror on it also. He did look great in the costume, though the finely crafted silk bloomers allowed his turgid cock to bounce in an obscene way as he played the bunny. Turning around, he went for the door knob; the door opened effortlessly.

Zach was more familiarized with the building now. His sense of orientation didn’t fail him: after turning right, at the end of the corridor an unlocked door opened on a narrow spiral staircase. He’d been taken through there before. He climbed down cautiously and opened the first door at the floor below. It wasn’t locked either, but it yielded on the second floor. He kept going down and the door at the bottom of the stairs opened on the ground floor.

His mind raced. Was he making a mistake? Was Shaun really planning to make him a star? Who was Marty and did he have a role in this scheme? For now, Zach’s resolve was to get out. After all, he would be able to come back if it had been an elaborate plot to prepare him for the role.

Instead of heading towards the main entrance door, Zach veered to the right. It was a narrow passage, and he could see outside through windows to his right. The grounds were empty. A door at the end of the corridor had no lock; it was a fire exit, so he pushed the bar keeping it latched and let himself out.

He didn’t know much about the outside of the manor; he saw the big iron gate at the end of the path that sloped down. This one had to be locked. He headed in the opposite direction to explore the fence or wall surrounding the estate; there had to be a spot where he could climb the wall.

He walked slowly, considering his five-inch steps. He reached an iron fence after what seemed hours and followed it. Some hundreds of feet later, the fence turned into a stone wall that was ten feet high at the most. Zach’s hope increased as he saw a pile of stones ahead. As he reached the spot, his prospects seemed even better: not only a breach in the wall, but the fallen stones paved a possible way to the top. Zach struggled to keep his balance with the thin slippers not really protecting his soles, but he managed.

He jumped the five feet, landing and letting himself roll down on the high grass beneath. He rolled over and stood up again. No ankle sprained, no nose broken.

He had to keep close to the wall on a sort of path, whereas the moors to his left had juniper bushes and other thorny plants.

He soon reached the junction of the wall and the road outside the manor; from there he would have to walk until he found help. He followed a road that went from the manor’s outside walls over hundreds of yards. He turned at a junction, away from the hellish place he’d just escaped.

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Hopes raised only to probably be dashed again.

Great chapter and a great hook - can't wait for the next episode
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Ooooh he's out! Good on him for not staying "just in case"!
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[mention]Jb99[/mention] [mention]Boundcurious[/mention] Here is the new chapter,. Is Zach out of trouble?

Chapter 17 – Encounter on the Moors


Zach walked for a solid half an hour. The moors were barren and deserted. He could hear only the sound of the marine breeze. An engine started buzzing behind him.

He turned around to watch a large, red SUV. He hesitated for a moment about hiding and trying to figure out who was coming, but he had grown weary and just hoped rescue was at last at hand. As he stood on the side of the road, looking at the approaching vehicle, he had a blissful view of his return to a normal world with a shower, a bed, and a good meal, rid of these dreadful restraints and gags. He hoped his finder would take him somewhere soon where they could be removed.

The vehicle slowed down and stopped. Its tinted windows hid the driver; the door opened and Zach blanched. Shaun smiled earnestly as he got out of the car.

Zach turned and tried to flee— hopelessly, of course; his shuffling and his grunts didn’t prevent Shaun from calmly catching up to him, embracing him from behind, and hissing in his ear.

“My feisty Abooboo, you should be glad I want to make you a star. You would’ve had to endure a helluva punishment otherwise.”

Shaun held straps that he used to restrict Zach’s arms, pinning them against his body. He then tightened the legs’ hobbles and picked Zach up over his shoulder, patting the boy’s shorted bottom in the process.

“Let’s get you back on set. We’ve got work to do, and we can’t let a capricious young star get in the way of a great feature film. Some nice, classic ropework is just what you need to prepare for the scene you’ll start with.”

Shaun opened the car door and delicately laid Zach on the passenger seat; the sitting position tightened the straps and hobbles that encircled him. Shaun fastened the seat belt, the click sounding like an indictment. Zach moaned, but the mass of silk so tightly packed inside his mouth made it a pitiful wail. Shaun got into the driver’s seat and the engine revved up. It took a matter of seconds to go over the distance Zach had walked.

“I’ll truss you up with simple cotton rope until you get enough stimulation to play the scene with passion and talent. This will also let you understand how the scene is to be played. And Ted and Bill might get a kick out of it too.”

The gates opened when Shaun pushed on a remote control, and soon they were back in the garage where they had first arrived. Ted and Bill were waiting with the wheelchair. Zach was taken to the large room he’d seen decorated while crated along with Marty days before.

“Zach needs some time in ropes; strict pole-tie for him, please. And if you have any ideas for a taxing and muting gag, I’m all ears.”

Ted and Bill were swift and supple with the cute little bundle Zach was. A feast to watch, they wrapped him in coils every couple inches. Shaun took pictures throughout his minions’ task, performed with skill and ease.

Once Zach was tightly pulled against the thin pillar, the two goons started racking their brains on how to best gag their victim in style.

They agreed on leaving the current ball of silk in, removing the half-mask, and mummifying his head. The four hands flew around Zach’s head, weaving three different rolls at the same time and imprisoning Zach’s head further with each turn. They finished by sticking a small piece of leather, a small sausage of fine calf hide filled with foam, that filled the space between the back of his head and the post. More gauze was produced to wrap around his mouth and the post, then over his forehead to fully immobilize his head.

“You look wonderful, Abooboo. I admire your feistiness and stamina. I hope you have some in store, as the role you’ll play today is very physical. We’ll shoot the scenes in the order they are in in the cartoon so you can feel what the character is supposed to. This means more work on the production side, but it’s an acceptable trade-off provided I get a better result. Be a good-looking prisoner and say your lines convincingly. Don’t worry about memorizing them—I’ll make sure you do!”

A quick exchange too low for Zach to get ensued; Ted’s and Bill’s glances meant they received instructions to carry out his next ordeal. The goons went further inside the ‘cave’ behind Zach so he couldn’t see what they were up to. Shaun walked up to his prey, examining the bonds from up close with a satisfied smirk plastered over his face.

“Our feature is called A Lad in Distress, just so you know. But I’ll keep calling you Abooboo.”

To Zach’s great shame, after having been submitted to countless screenings of Aladdin, it started taking a toll on him. The name made him hard. The hand now kneading his erect cock through the sheen fabric could definitely assess the excitement.

“Especially if you like it,” Shaun whispered. “But for some serious talk. You do remember the first scene where Aladdin appears; he’s stealing in the market and then gets chased by guards. Basically, your character keeps falling from one perilous bondage situation to the next. In this scene, you will show your street rat trade—stealing gracefully and escaping the guards and all their bondage contraptions.”

Zach knew he was in for a serious time with strict and rigorous bonds. He hoped Shaun’s promises of a real part in a real feature were true; it was certainly aimed at a niche market, but it would have decent production value and could trigger interesting events in his career.

“To make it more realistic, we’re going to work on the actual happening during rehearsals. How you perform the trials of the several shots will determine what we will shoot when the crew is here a couple weeks from now. So you will be performing with your hands bound behind your back. There will be objects around the room for you to grab before the guards played by Ted and Bill intervene. The more you get caught, the longer and more diverse the punishments will be. So you have to be swift and flexible. This is what I am visually after for this feature.”

Shaun went on about his aesthetic views of his bondage movie; he did it with some talent, though Zach realized this meant very stringent positions in the ‘punishment’ phase. Ted and Bill’s sadistic streak would no doubt show up then.

Shaun left his pole-tied prisoner alone as he joined Ted and Bill behind the captive; there were more whispered discussions. After what seemed an eternity, he came back to Zach, who was starting to suffer from the inability to move his limbs.

“We’re almost ready. Ted and Bill will come and prepare you soon. You need the right costume. I’ve thought of an ironic setup for the scene. There will be a song based on the musical number Aladdin sings as he’s chased through the market place. We’ll have you record it later on as some stream of consciousness from your character. Of course, you will be restrained and gagged, but it’ll offer insight into what the street rat thinks, much as in the movie when he sings. I can do it for you while we wait.”


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Oh no, poor lad! I knew it was too good to be true! And thanks for another pole tie 😁 selfishly, I can’t say I’m disappointed at his fate :twisted:

Thanks for another great instalment
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Wonder how many of Zach's (and his fellow captives) predicaments have already been edited into film. Great the way that Zach is kept right on edge trying to take positives from his situation
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[mention]Boundcurious[/mention] [mention]Jb99[/mention] Thanks for the comments! Obviously our villains know how to monetize their young actors' performances. And they've got all the needed gear!
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And maybe gear that they're yet to see (or not see) and experience...
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[mention]Jb99[/mention] Always eager to hear ideas. This story is completed, but there's a sequel on the way, and I can do with suggestions.
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[mention]Bondwriter[/mention] happy to assist, but will need to read the rest of the story first...unless it's a prequel of Marty's 'adventures'?
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[mention]Jb99[/mention] Of course, it helps to know about the story! But generic ideas or rooms that would be fun to have in the mansion are also food for plot. Anyway, here is another chapter!

Chapter 18 – Back into the Villains’ Claws


Shaun stood firmly with a hand on his hip five feet in front of Zach. He cleared his throat and started singing:

Shoulda been
One jump ahead of the breadline
Now I’m, in the midst of thrill,
Trapped here, imprisoned against my will
It’s pretty hot, though!
One jump ahead of the bound men
Too late, and as a joke
These guys train me to be housebroke …


Shaun clapped his hands when he finished; Zach, truth be told, found the show interesting. Shaun’s dance matched the rhythm, and his voice was more suited to this song than the other one. Not having been punished, Zach was starting to think this would end up being a fruitful experience. The witty song meant there would be tons of tie-ups in every shot, if Shaun intended to get the spirit of the cartoon in his own feature.

Ted and Bill joined them. Shaun snapped his fingers, no longer in cool cat jazz-singing style, but in total Jafar mode.

“Get him prepared. Make sure his pants show no crease and his little waistcoat enhances his hips and ass as it’s supposed to. I want him to look good.”

The two goons worked hard and fast. Fifteen minutes later, Zach had been released from the pole; his hands were cuffed in thick leather manacles behind his back.

Ted and Bill found pleasure in adjust Zach’s tailor-made clothes so he would look as charming as possible. Cuffs at the elbows, knees, and ankles were added once he was properly dressed up.

“We’ll shoot the action needed for the scene. You might be allowed to start over the course; depending on the different outcomes to your situations, we’ll pick the proper ones once we’re at the editing bench. What it means for you is that the three trials will be played three or four times each. I expect you to do better with every new take. So here is your role: you will try to get the loaf of bread around the room. You have to climb over the ladder, jump to the thick carpet, and then race through the forest of sticks over there and get back here. If you do well, the guards don’t get you in the end.”

Zach had no idea what ‘doing well’ implied or what escaping the guards earned him. The cameras were ready for his performance. Shaun went over the course once more, showing Zach where he was to go throughout. The ladder wasn’t too steep; he could climbed it with his hands behind his back; the jump was reasonable, and the mattress underneath thick and soft enough to break his fall, but he’d have to be cat-like if he wanted to avoid an injury.

The forest of sticks demanded some twisting: thin metal tubes running from floor to ceiling spaced by a couple inches. It was meant as a maze, with several of the paths leading to groups of sticks which couldn’t be slid through. Zach carefully watched Shaun’s steps. He was far away, though, and couldn’t spot the exact places he needed to tread.

“So, that’s all you’ve got to do so far, Abooboo. Put your heart into it. There are several takes, remember, so try your best every time. Let’s get ready, Bill.”

Shaun and Bill both put on harnesses holding the camera rig that made for a stable picture. Light digital cameras were mounted on them. Bill had practiced during long afternoons with Marty, and Shaun’s guidelines and instructions were precise and meaningful, so the man had no trouble obtaining good results. The equipment being top notch also helped.

“Here is your loaf of bread,” Zach said, putting a large piece of rye bread in Zach’s right hand. “We’ll follow you closely for the first run. You have to pretend we’re not there, Prince Abooboo. Ready? Steady? Go!”

Zach stumbled forward. Having his limbs restrained no longer made him as clumsy as the first times. His natural athletic abilities. He looked forward, oblivious to the two men recording his performance on camera. They were only a few feet away, with Shaun one step ahead of him shooting a three-quarter view of his torso and head. Bill was close behind Zach, focusing on his round buttocks rolling under the gleaming fabric of the kinky shorts.

The motion of the said buns got really interesting when Zach started climbing the ladder. The length of his hobbles barely allowed for it. But Zach’s contortions paid off and triggered reflections over his silk-clad booty.

Shaun appreciated Zach was not a coward and did not have any issue jumping confidently and landing on his feet before rolling into a ball over the rubber foam mattress. Bill was at a perfect angle to shoot Zach unfolding to the side and standing up.

The forest of sticks was another cause of joy for Bill and Shaun. Zach grunted as he waded through the maze. He had to bring his hands as close as he could and make himself as thin as possible to overcome the obstacles. There was hence even more squirming and writhing, which enhanced the boy’s body and its wonderful clothes.

Zach had to change course many times; it had taken Shaun barely two minutes to go through, whereas Zach was in the maze a solid half hour. But he grew confident he would do better the second time.

Silence had reigned during the shooting; as the young actor stepped across the finish line, the take was over and Shaun could speak again.

“Well done, Abooboo, though I doubt we can use the last part of this scene. You look too hesitant. Let’s all get in position for take number two.”

No time for a break, then. Zach wasn’t exactly exhausted, but he felt sweaty and hot. He staggered anew when prompted to do so. The second shooting came out much better. He found a way to twist his way through the ladder, his jump was done boldly, and it took only ten minutes to go through the forest of sticks.

Shaun called a short break. Ted was waiting in the shadows with a towel and some wipes to clean Zach up. He vented the actor with a small fan so he would be dry for the next take. This left Shaun and Bill time to discuss what new angles to explore next. They were soon ready to start over.

“Try to look more graceful, Zach. Make your moves more fluid, which will make for an amazing scene.”

Zach’s ego inflated with the praise. As he stumbled forward, he focused on his gait. Bill was witness to the enticing show from behind, although at a slight angle. The curve of Zach’s buttocks could be better seen cutting over the light background of the set.

He still did well with the climbing, the jump, and the sticks. Without any mistakes, it took him less than two minutes to go through the latter.

Zach was pleased with himself. He crossed the finish line proudly.

“Not bad, not bad at all,” Shaun said. “Great acting. You won’t be whipped, then. Let’s move on to the next scene right away, the one where the guards catch poor Abooboo and gag him with his loaf of bread.”

“Mmmph?!” This was no reward! Zach was appalled.

“Well, yes, Zach. Shooting a movie is hard work. If you really want to be an actor, you’d better start getting used to toiling. See the bright side: getting a new gag allows you to get something to drink.”

Shaun was more amiable than ever. It was strange. He kept his interest in bondage yet he called Zach by his name; his demeanour was almost ‘normal.’ Zach was deep in thought about how to react when Ted approached him.

“We’re playing the next scene together; I’m supposed to punish you with the fruit of your sin,” he said, grabbing the piece of bread from Zach’s hand. “But first, I’ll be nice and make sure you don’t starve.”

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Why do I feel Zach is naive and Shawn is stringing him along…?
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[mention]Boundcurious[/mention] Shaun uses all sorts of means to ensnare his victims.

Chapter 19 – On the Market Square


While the cameramen discussed how best to film the gagging scene, Ted fed Zach, who didn’t say a thing when his gag was removed. However nice the men could seem at times, he had enough experience to know they could inflict full sensory deprivation if he uttered a single word.

Zach got some energy drink and a cereal bar. Ted practiced his handgag and posed for Bill, who was searching for the best camera angle to achieve Shaun’s plan. This gave Ted the opportunity to rub against Zach’s bum.

“Try to call out, Zach, so Bill can set the proper volume of his microphone.”

Zach complied.

“Mmmph. Mmmbllmm …”

“Everything seems in order. You remember your lines, Ted?”

“Yup. Ready whenever you want.”

“OK, then. Bill?”

“Rolling, then.”

The scene began; Ted took his time, keeping his firm grasp on Zach, spreading his hand wide to cover the captive’s lower face. Extra pressure got Zach to open his eyes wide, just as expected.

“So, street rat, you managed to escape all the traps, but there’s always a clever guard, a smarter one to thwart the plans of little thugs like you.”

Ted pinched Zach’s arm he was holding on to—the prompt for Zach’s line.

“Mmmmph!”

“You’re not too docile, huh? I have ways to keep you silent. Even better, I have something that will get you to regret stealing in the market.”

Ted grabbed a large piece of muslin and used both hands to cram it inside Zach’s mouth, having whispered into his ear to open wide. He put the middle portion first and lined Zach’s mouth with the thin fabric. Then he took the piece of bread and forced it into Zach’s mouth too. It took a while, and Zach gurgled. Ted really became the ruthless guard he was supposed to be. The big wedge of bread Ted kneaded and prodded kept the young man’s jaws wide open. The muslin would make it much more difficult for Zach to swallow the dough resulting from the compression and saliva.

“You like bread? Well, you’ll have it as your torture for a while.”

Ted finished the scene with the imposition of the lower face mask. It was a different, thicker one; the chin-piece was reinforced with some cast of Zach’s jaw sewn inside the mask. Once fastened tight, it allowed no speech.

And tight it was; Ted pulled the leather and the cast close to Zach’s chin, trapping the soggy bread mass inside his gob. The muslin kept most of it together. And now his jaws were welded to each other.

Shaun came up close to check on Zach’s costume and his latest gag. He could only admire Ted’s care and willingness to make the most out of the accessories.

“This is the cutest look, my sweet little Abooboo. We should have shots of you standing and twisting in your bonds in despair. Can you do this for me?”

Shaun’s pleasant smile bore witness to his resolve to get great pictures and proper acting.

“You might think your performance can’t possibly make a difference, Abooboo. But so far, no one has played the scene as well as you have. So you will give me your best. I want several shots so I can put together bits and pieces to make it look like a long, humiliating penance. You’ll have to act as if there were a whole crowd mocking you.”

Zach was left standing in front of the wall, his arms kept taut behind his back with cuffs; Shaun frowned.

“Wouldn’t ropes give a better look?”

Ted and Bill, who were always eager to weave cotton around a cute body like Zach’s, smiled. They fetched the coils and performed flawlessly; the rope harness, the crotch rope, the way Zach’s limbs were truly secured within the net of carefully knotted cords: their eagerness to top their game never dulled out.

The shooting began. The scene had hecklers insult Aladdin, and Shaun played the part of the crowd, repeating the same phrases over and over. He then yelled ‘cut!’ and explained Zach where his acting fell short. This went on for what seemed like centuries to Zach.

“Not showing off anymore, thief!”

“No words now the law caught up with you!”

Ted and Bill filmed, occasionally joining Shaun in turns to play a more realistic crowd. The trio played male and female characters of all ages taunting the poor pilloried thief. After about ninety minutes, they had enough worthwhile shots.

“Very good, boys. I think our young performer is learning. Let’s show him some aspects he needs to improve,” Shaun said and turned to Zach. “I’ve had decent performers and crappy ones, but I intend to turn you into the best one.”

Shaun grabbed a tablet he used to control the big screen on the wall. He displayed a folder called ‘tryouts’ and launched a video in it.

Zach watched intently as another boy appeared wearing an Aladdin costume, shackled and heavily gagged, attempting the same market scene. The set was not as lush as the one they had now, but the costume was almost as good; the waistcoat was tight and similar Zach’s. The pants were even tighter than the ones he wore, hugging his groin and butt in an explicit manner. Although the young man was very sexy, being a strawberry blonde didn’t make him a very convincing Aladdin.

When the short video ended, Shaun launched another one. Zach identified Marty, who was much clumsier. In total, Shaun showed five different young men playing the same part; they all shared some similar build and costume; they had distinct facial features, and they ranged in age from quite young—probably not even of legal age—to men in their early thirties.

“All of them are fine-looking fellows, but you have a special charm … or I’d say poise. You get roped and gagged and you become the best lad in distress I’ve ever seen. I can help you develop your talent. You’ve probably heard of the immersive method acting. We can apply it to your preparation.”

“We’ll be glad to help out,” Ted chimed in. “We always volunteer when a boy we’re taking care of needs ropework.”

Zach saw the lecherous smirk over Ted’s lips. He knew only too well these two never got tired of binding and gagging him.

“Thanks a lot, Ted. Actually, for the next scene, we should have Zach get into character with such a method.”

“What comes next?” Bill asked.

“We are going to shoot Aladdin’s stay inside a dungeon. Maybe if he got to experience solitary confinement, he would be more credible when asked to wriggle in his chains, don’t you think?”

“You’re the director. If keeping him tightly restrained in the dungeon makes for a better movie, I’m all for it!”

And hence Zach was freed from his rope prison only to be shackled again. They blindfolded him before they marched him outside and down a staircase. Zach was none the wiser as to where they went, but he wasn’t eager to find out. He was being punished for having done a good job; his sense of fairness was hurt. The room they entered felt cooler than the one they came from. His blindfold was removed; Shaun had kept silent during the journey, even having Zach wonder if he wasn’t just with Ted and Bill.

“The stone pillar is a good way to start. He can stand strapped to it for a day with minimal care. Use leather straps, buckles, and padlocks; the bondage needs to be totally inescapable without some sort of hidden tool, Houdini-style. But we don’t want you to play an escape artist. You’re a long-term prisoner.”

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Oops, I mistyped Shaun's name in my last comment, apologies :shock:

Thank you for the continuation, I'm still thoroughly enjoying this and it's headed right back into what I love again :D
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Oops. Forgot to post the update yesterday. [mention]Boundcurious[/mention] Glad you enjoy the story's develoments!

Chapter 20 – When the Cat’s Away

Ted and Bill had gotten straps and padlocks from a chest; their motions were swift and their touch heavier-handed than usual. They slapped cuffs on Zach’s limbs before they removed the ropes. They padlocked the D-rings straight away and maneuvered to pull him against the six-inch thick marble pillar. It felt cold through Zach’s clothing. The strapping and locking went faster than the rope-weaving. Less than five minutes later, Zach stood with his limbs and torso glued to the marble by the leather’s extreme pressure.

“Very good subjugation of your captive,” Shaun said. “Now, Zach, we’re going to leave you for a while. Just try to channel whatever frustration you might be feeling. You will have to display it in the next scene. Experiencing yourself what it’s like to be left in a dungeon for who knows how long can only benefit your acting career.”

The goons gathered the remaining equipment they hadn’t used. Once they had picked up everything, Shaun led the way out. He switched the light off.

“We’ll be back! But we’re in no rush, so you’ll get plenty of time for this feeling of despair to sink in!”

The door slammed shut, and the ratcheting of the key inside the lock resounded briefly before being replaced by complete silence.

Zach’s straps were taut and any motion attempts turned out to be useless. He resigned himself to escaping mentally—with pleasant thoughts. Without stimulation or Aladdin scenes playing over and over, Zach was able to let his mind wander around. He thought of the peaceful family house and the warmth of being with his loved ones. His mind then took him to Scott’s apartment; he relished the idea of cuddling with him under the quilt.

He woke up to Bill removing his lower face mask under the bright light bulb. He was fed and watered without a word. Bill then replaced the disgusting block of dough Zach had had in his mouth for hours with stained briefs. The distinct taste, or possibly the smell before it was crammed into his mouth, revealed what it was covered with.

“I came in these, so think of it as dessert.”

Zach’s lips were taped before the mask was strapped back on.

“We’ll be back for you, don’t worry.”

He was left in the dark silence again.

Bill paid him two more visits, long hours from each other. Zach was even offered a urinal to relieve his bladder while remaining strapped to the marble pillar. The third time, Bill came with company. Shaun was his usual cheerful self. He had his goons change Zach’s position to chained against the pillar with his hands above his head.

Shaun rejoiced seeing Zach fight the guards. The muffled protests were still the finest music to him, and witnessing Ted’s and Bill’s display of force was a lovely show in itself.

“Mmmmmph! Bmmm!”

“Calm down, Abooboo. We’re being kind with you, and this is your way of thanking us?”

Zach’s stomach sunk as Shaun’s smirk indicated he would be kept prisoner as long as Shaun felt like it, which could be forever.

Ted and Bill got shackles around the captive’s ankles and wrists, and they locked a large stainless-steel belt tight around his thin waist to pull him against the pillar. Although only three points anchored his body to the pole, their sturdiness made the new position as deviously imprisoning as the previous one.

Zach’s captors left him to his thoughts again.

Some time later, he heard the key turn inside the lock. The light blinded him, but he recognized the voices and grunted at Ted and Bill.

“Hush,” Ted said lifting his index finger in front of his mouth. “We’ve come to get you out for a while. You need a break.”

The tedious work of releasing Zach from the pillar to get him in fetters so he would be able to walk went quickly and flawlessly.

“Let’s get moving, boy,” Bill said and blindfolded him. “We’ve got stuff to do; if you don’t mind being more active, we planned some fun games for you.”

After being dragged upstairs by his captors, Zach had his blindfold removed. They were in the room he’d first stayed in. Two tables overflowed with bondage gear and clothing. Zach didn’t have to wait for long to hear the scoundrels’ intentions.

“It’s a shame to leave you locked up when we have time on our hands ourselves, Abooboo. Shaun is gone for the day, so we thought we might let you in on our little secret,” Ted said, winking, “because you should be proud we chose you for our project. Bill and I have our own website where we make and sell bondage videos. It’s a tight market, but you can attract high-paying customers with a refined product.”

Zach knew from the equipment in sight that he was to become the refined product. The gag prevented Ted and Bill from hearing his sigh.

“You’re in for a photo shoot. We need to assess your commercial potential and make samples for some of our finest customers. We’re always eager to hear from them on the boys we imprison. Our outfits and positions are a little less Aladdiny than Shaun’s, though. For our first tryout we’re going to keep you clothed. Maybe later on we’ll go nude, but we need different lighting and, to tell the truth, I love boys wearing sexy undies or shorts. Your ass is a treat, Zach, and it would be a shame not to share it with our audience.”

Hence Zach was first handled into a simple pair of navy blue shorts. The nylon was soft and wrapped Zach’s crotch tightly, hugging his round shapes. He ended up with his hands cuffed behind his back again, his ankles still linked with cuffs and hobbled with a short chain.

Ted then took pictures from all angles. After a while, he voiced a concern.

“This is fine, but we should really get a nice gagging sequence. What do you think, Bill?”

“Yeah, the half-mask looks great but we could go for something more in line with our young friend’s athletic wear. A sock and a jockstrap will make for a wonderful scene. We could even shoot a video of it?”

“Fine with me, my dear friend.”

Ted and Bill started picking items here and there from bags and cases throughout the room filled to the brim with bondage equipment. They kept on chatting, eliciting grunts from Zach.

“Say, Bill, should we enlighten our guest as to our experience with gags. Tell him why they became a must when grabbing a prisoner.”

“You mean the time we ended up in detention at school because the lower-grade boy we grabbed squealed like a pig? So, we were behind the bike shed, and this kid was refusing to give us his lunch money. We bound him in a tight hogtie and tickle-tortured him. We were not too clever then, I guess, and we couldn’t imagine the kid could be heard from so far. But the kid made enough noise that the principal heard him when walking to his car. We got into major trouble and got detention for two weeks after class.”

Ted smiled at his friend’s recollection of their past feats. He looked at Zach.

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“The gag prevented Ted and Bill from hearing his sigh” - not sure what it is about that line, but it really tickled me. Probably because I could really imagine the almost audible version of an eye roll…

Also, appreciate this makes me slow but I have FINALLY noticed the pun in the title. Not sure whether I’m proud or embarrassed lol.

Thanks as always! I look forward to the next instalment every time 😊
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I've finally caught up on my reading and I have to say Zach is taking all his delightfully devious treatment like a pro. Eager to see where the bondage video goes and would really like to see Zach and Marty bound together again in a bit of predicament although it'd be hard to top the treatment they received at their first meeting :twisted:
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[mention]Boundcurious[/mention] [mention]george_bound[/mention] Thanks for the comments! Zach still has ordeals ahead, I guess. And the great play on words in the title baffled other readers, so it's maybe not good enough.

New chapter on Sunday!
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Here is a chapter that answers some of the comments.

Chapter 21 – Modelling on the Side

“You can bet we’ve never made that mistake again. We let things cool down for a while, and then we planned the little rat’s kidnapping. He’d had it coming. He’d whined about how mean we were and had asked that we got punished as harshly as possible. So the next time we grabbed him, we made sure we wouldn’t be heard or seen. We pounced on the boy in the locker room. The huge sock we crammed inside his mouth plus the turns of athletic tape to keep it trapped made him much quieter that time.”

“We kept him all night long and only released him the next morning when he promised us he wouldn’t snitch. We’d been convincing—we never heard about that evening of fun from the authorities.”

“As for the kid, William, he became one of our friends. It turned out the punk liked being tied up and gagged!”

Zach wondered how much of their stories were true. Nevertheless, they seemed sincerely eager to rekindle the flame of their childhood games. There were rolls of tape, socks, scarves, and jock straps at hand; no doubt that once the camera would be set, which Bill was now doing, the festival would start.

“So Ted, should we give it a try?”

The camera’s red light went on, and Ted joined his friend. They framed Zach; Ted started by removing the lower face mask; Bill’s hand was in ambush and caught the saliva-soaked undies that had been in Zach’s mouth for a while now. Zach acted as expected, like he was on cue. As soon as his mouth was free, he moaned a plea.

“Please, stop the torture, no gag, please, I can’t tmmmmppph!”

Bill had set the pair of underwear aside and clamped his hand over Zach’s lower face.

“You’re being delusional if you think we let you speak long enough to boss us around. It’s like you don’t listen to what we tell you. Ted, jock or sock first?”

“Good question. I’d say let’s go for both, if only to punish the twerp for his useless whining.”

He carefully folded a jockstrap, whose pouch wasn’t white at all, and a long athletic sock, making a neat bundle. It was two feet away from Zach, but he could discern how strongly it smelled. Ted smiled as he got the bundle nearer.

“Ready, Ted? Three, two, one …”

As he finished the countdown, Bill removed his hand from Zach’s lips but grabbed his chin and forced his mouth open. A gasp and an attempt to scream came out, but the bundled dirty textile slid inside and dampened the sounds coming from Zach’s throat.

“Mmmmmmm!”

“Haha! Enjoy what I’m kind enough to let you suck on. Now let’s make sure you get to chew on it for a while.”

Bill renewed the handgag as Ted picked up a large roll of white athletic tape. Zach’s lower face was soon glued with a crisscross.

“Some taping always spruces up a gag.”

“Mmmph! Grmmbllm!”

Zach could no longer endure the same remarks and taunts over and over. If he was going to be gagged all the time, then he’d better make the most of it and insult his captors copiously. This didn’t bring much relief or empathy; the goons laughed.

“This one is cute, Ted. Look how furious his eyes look. If looks could kill …”

“They can’t, though. And if I’m correct, he’s telling us some nasty stuff. Let’s go for stage two: the rubber swimming cap and the head mummification.”

Zach had experimented this dreadful way of being gagged numerous times, but he still felt his stomach churn knowing from his tormentors’ looks that they would make it tight. He could only be grateful of Ted’s care in putting the swimming cap over his head, tucking his hair under and keeping his ears flat.

“Now we’ve protected your hair, let the fun begin!”

Both goons worked together with a roll each, applying them in turns. Ted went vertically and Bill horizontally. Each turn made the pressure higher, severely constricting Zach’s head.

“Mmmph! Grmmbmmph!”

He protested almost unconsciously.

“You’re welcome, Zach. It’s a pleasure to handle you this way. Your lovely eyes stand out, you know?”

“Mmm,” he replied in defeat.

His evil captors had long proved their ruthlessness. He had to endure. The following photo session was another occasion for the duo to display their complicit ways.

“I must say, after all these years of practice and gagging our targets to keep them quiet, I’m really growing fond of how a gag makes a fellow look.”

“It’s lovely for sure. I feel the same. There’s also the kick I get out of hearing young Zach try to speak or shout. You see, boy, you’re special in this way!”

The mere fact of being addressed triggered an angry reaction from Zach, who was unable to calm down and grew more and more agitated.

“Mmmmph! Mmmrblrph!”

This brought more cheerful laughs.

“How cute! I’m sure we’re going to get Zach lots of fans through our website. What should we have him specialize in?”

“We said we wouldn’t limit ourselves to one genre or kink, so we can try loads of stuff. I wouldn’t mind having the website members give their opinion. We could always have a survey.”

“Let’s start with Zach being a kidnapped athlete. Like the champion of the swimming team?”

“Brilliant. He looks great in Speedos, so this is a good way to display his assets.”

Ted’s pun got Bill chuckling.

“He does have a fine booty. And the front looks good too. We still have plenty of time before Shaun gets back for some Aladdin nonsense. Let’s make the most of it for now. What about a Speedos tryout, then? There are a few in the suitcase, so we can have Zach’s ass as a fine model.”

And on they went. The two men behaved like kids playing with a doll. They had several brands of gorgeous swimwear made of the finest and most shimmering Lycra. They hugged Zach tight too and were his size, mostly.

“Don’t you think his ass looked better in the orange pair?”

“Sure, but the pouch of the black ones makes for a more appetizing dick.”

“True. Well, it’s good to know. We can use them in different settings.”

The kidnappers had been vague about the scene, but keeping busy around the comely shapes of their bound and gagged captive did get their imagination flowing.

“The poor swimming team champion is kidnapped by competitors who want him stored away during the final round of the championship. This is a three-day meet, so the henchmen they hired have to keep him safe for all this time. Of course, they love their job and see to his every moment in their custody.”

Ted hissed his devious tale in Zach’s ear, relishing the look of his well-gagged charge.

“And the little swimmer turns out to be a bondage lover.”

Ted’s hand caressed Zach’s chest and went down south to his Lycra-clad cock. To Zach’s utter shame, his cock was growing hard and twitched enthusiastically under the soft rubbing of Ted’s fingertips, betrayed by his manhood. He read satisfaction on his minder’s face.

“And I don’t think it’s going to be difficult for you to play the part.”

Throughout the session, the men changed the camera and started the scene. They were good at ad-libbing, just for the sake of eliciting indignant protests from the young actor, who was maybe over the top when it came to trying out his gag’s effectiveness.

They used Speedos to wrap Zach’s arms and added socks or slid a jockstrap over his head, its pouch firmly staying over his nose. It was no prop. The jockstrap had gathered numerous shots of semen from both Ted and Bill, who’d worn it too. It smelled heavily of their now familiar musky scent.

“You like sniffing studs like us so much, little one, that we’ll keep sharing our smelly garments with you. I even feel like removing your gag so you can get a taste of our dicks.”

“Great idea, Ted! I could do with a blowjob.”

TBC
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Oh the poor lad 😔 and I really don’t think the issue was with your play on words - A Lad In/ Aladdin. Pretty sure the issue is with those of us not getting it! Maybe if more of us said the story name out loud…
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