[Waryverse #1] RANSOM (MM/M) (FINISHED)
Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2022 9:46 pm
Ok, I think I'm ready. Part 1 of 2 of my first story here. Feedback is of course welcome.
Warmed would normally not even have reacted to two white guys shouting at him from a vehicle, but they were addressing him as "Monsieur" and even using the polite "you", so the slender African youth took the second glance at the situation that would be his undoing.
The two were apparently trying to unsuccessfully maneuver a couch into their van, and stuck in a precarious situation where it might fall and - presumably - break at any moment, and they were imploring him for help, so like the well-raised island boy he was, he ambled over to offer assistance.
The man outside, trying his best to stop the couch from keeling over in any of about 5 directions, panted. "Monsieur, could you be so kind as to hop in and give Loïc a hand with actually pulling it up?" Warmed leapt nimbly up into the interior of the van, navigated past the mattress strapped to the floor, and grabbed the couch with both arms, stabilizing it. The man next to him flashed a smile. "OK, I just need to re-position myself and then we can do this, think you can hold it alone for a moment?" Warmed nodded, shuffled, and tensed his arm muscles as Loïc let go, taking the weight of the couch onto himself. "OK," he heard from behind him, "now I just need to..."
The arm around his head caught Warmed entirely by surprise. He felt himself falling as he let go of the couch, tried to brace himself for impact, but was spun mid-fall, his hands caught and, before he knew what was going on, he was lying face down on the mattress with his hands pulled behind his back as the impact propelled the air out of him. There was a "zzzztttt" sound as plastic zip cuffs fastened his hands behind him and before he could even get his breath back, his attacker was sitting on his back, using one hand to reach into his braided hair to pull his head up and the other to wrap industrial-strength black tape over his mouth repeatedly. When "Loïc" was done wrapping Warmed's lower face in tape, his other kidnapper had already closed the van's various doors, the couch forgotten, and was pulling away from the curb. The man let go of the neatly woven braids and pushed Warmed's head down into the mattress instead, making breathing next to impossible.
"You have two options - be a good boy and we'll go easy on you... or fight back, fail, and make your life a living hell. You gonna be a good boy?"
With his hands tightly zip-tied and breathing at the mercy of the kidnapper, it was clear to Warmed that cooperation would be the better option for now. He allowed himself to go slack, and tried to nod.
"Good choice." His assailant pulled his head up again and slid a padded blindfold over his eyes. "Now, I'm going to strap you down to this mattress so you don't get hurt during the drive."
As he lay there immobilized, Warmed's thoughts were racing. What did these people want from him, an immigrant from Mayotte, nobody of note? Would they just "disappear" him and torture him for their sick pleasure? Sell him to some rich sadist?
The voice of the kidnapper broke into his thoughts; he must've noticed, unlike Warmed himself, the young man starting to hyperventilate. "Calm, calm, my friend. As soon as your boyfriend does what's asked of him, he'll get to pick you up again no worse for wear."
This sent the captive's thoughts reeling into a different direction. They knew about his boyfriend, Loum, so this was a targeted abduction. They obviously knew Loum had some money, but he wasn't filthy rich and... they assumed he would just pay to get him back and not involve the police? Did they know that Loum and he were into bondage and decided to capitalize on it by threatening to expose him? It did not even occur to him how little sense that thought made. Like most people Warmed was only familiar with kidnappings from either the news, or sensationalistic police procedurals. He slowed his breathing and mentally settled on doing whatever the kidnappers wanted, in case they might otherwise decide he was more trouble than he was worth, deliberately getting into the sub mind space he normally reserved for being restrained by his lover.
"There you go," he heard, "we'll be at the storage soon and then the fun can begin."
- * -
The fun began by getting stripped down after being bodily carried into ... wherever this was ... after the van finally came to a stop. Warmed was left only with his t-shirt, which could not be fully removed due to his cuffed hands, but was pulled up over his head and bunched around his wrists, leaving him as good as fully nude.
"OK, let's see how good you are at following instructions. Open your hands." He did, and something was placed into each. "Now close them into fists." Again, he complied, and felt the material give and squish between his fingers like play-doh. Mitts were placed on each hand, secured with straps that the kidnappers helpfully explained were being padlocked. As he could feel the squishy material harden, fusing his fingers, he couldn't help but think that the mitts were a little overkill.
Next he was compelled to awkwardly sit on two narrow but strangely comfortable foam blocks, one under each glute.
The kidnapper probably not named Loïc spoke again, in a tone that sounded almost amused, as if daring him to rebel. "OK. This next thing is going to require your full co-operation, unless you want us to do it the hard way, and trust me, you do not. We're going to undo your handcuffs and lock you into something else. Your hands will be in front, and if you know what's good for you you'll let us just move everything into place. Or we can" - and there was the sound of an ominous crackling next to his ear that made his neck hairs stand on end - "use this taser. Now, I think you're a good boy, but as insurance, we're going to put this clip on your nose, which, yes, means you won't be breathing until we're done locking you in, and then it comes right back off. Or if you think you want to fight us..." The voice trailed off, the implicit threat left hanging - and as much as Warmed was into breath play with his partner, he was not going to risk his life here.
He remained entirely still, bracing himself for what was coming. "Good. Now take a deep breath..." He did, and the promised clip was slid onto his nose. A sharp snip and the plastic cuffs were off his wrists, the shirt finally removed, his arms firmly gripped by one of his assailants. He felt something cold and metal being slid under his ankles and his right arm was moved in front of his body, with the other still held firmly behind his back. He did not resist - it would have indeed been futile. A bar of metal closed over his right ankle and wrist and there was the sound of a screw being fastened. Within seconds, the other wrist and ankle were similarly encased - he couldn't see the device but it had to be some sort of metal stockade keeping his extremities in a neat row - left ankle, left wrist, right wrist, right ankle, each in its own metal loop. In another demonstration of what the captive considered overkill, metal handcuffs were fastened around his wrists on the outside of the stockade as well, as if there was the slightest chance of him escaping in the first place.
Warmed had been so unwillingly fascinated by the procedure that he had not even noticed his lack of air until the clip came off again and he had to take a few deep breaths, during which "Loïc" helpfully informed him about the two padlocks now holding the stockade shut.
"Such a good boy!" came the voice of the other kidnapper. "OK, next, I'm going to unwrap that gag of yours and replace it with something more fun. Scream if you feel you have to, absolutely nobody will hear you but us, but we'll make sure you'll keep screaming if you do." Again, the almost amused tone in which the threat was delivered compelled Warmed to not put up any resistance.
The tape was slowly and carefully unwrapped from around his lower face. Once free of it, Warmed kept his mouth closed, breathing steadily, waiting for what was coming next.
He did not have to wait long. "Alright, we picked out a ball gag for you. Now, we all know that as hot as that looks, you'd still be able to speak somewhat intelligibly, so we're going to have to do something about that. Open up..."
A package of soft cloth was inserted into his unresisting mouth before he heard the clanking and rustling of the gag harness that was strapped onto his head next. A big rubber ball entered his mouth (one of the kidnappers, weirdly, carefully arranged his lips around it "for comfort"), pulled tight, and the first of many straps was latched at the back of his neck. The remainder of the harness went up on either side of his nose, joined on his forehead and went over the top of his head - he noted that the blindfold was now stuck under the harness - and all buckled firmly at a central location at the back. To his surprise, there was another part of the harness that turned out to be a thick padded collar that snugly wrapped around his throat entirely, covering all the other straps and making it impossible to move his head side to side. It was securely buckled and locked with another padlock. He doubted he would have been able to make himself understood even without the cloth as his lips strained around the ball, drool already forming.
"This next bit's going to be a bit uncomfortable, so hold on to your butt!" Before Warmed could react at all, he felt a hand applying cool lube to his rear entrance. This provoked a mumbled protest and some ineffective movement in the stockade. "Now now now, you've built up so much goodwill. Don't worry, nobody's going to force themselves on you. It's just a little..." - and he could feel something cold and metal sliding effortlessly in - "...hook. There! Now, don't move too much, if you fall off those blocks it's going to get unpleasant!"
Again, the tone of the kidnapper indicated amusement, that they had thought of everything, that they could do what they want. With sudden shock, Warmed noticed that he was rock hard. Before he could get over this, the kidnapper spoke again. "This next bit of gear is a nose hook."
A padded hook went into each of his nostrils. There was a leather strap attached to the device which was threaded through the gag harness, pulling his nostrils wide open. At the end of the strap was a ring, through which they threaded the rope coming from the other hook and pulled it taut, forcing Warmed's head back and chest out as far as the steel bonds around his wrists and ankles allowed. The posture collar held him even more rigidly and the gag pulled slightly deeper between his lips. By now, the only part of his body he could still move were essentially the toes, but the kidnappers were still not done.
"Two more. Well, technically three."
One was a metal bar that attached to both the stockade and the front of the posture collar. The other elicited more of a reaction as cruel clamps bit into his dark nipples. They were attached to a chain which was anchored around the connective bar so that any attempt at torso movement would pull them more tightly. And lastly, the kidnappers briefly tilted him back, wrapped an elastic thread around his testicles, and attached it to the clamps' chain by pulling it under and around the stockade and along the connecting bar, putting it under permanent tension that sent waves of pain through his nipples.
"And that's it! You're obviously enjoying this, so we'll just leave you here to contemplate until your boyfriend's tasks are done and he finds you here. Hope he's quick on the uptake!"
Foam earplugs cut off his hearing, and Warmed was left alone with his thoughts.
To be concluded...
Warmed would normally not even have reacted to two white guys shouting at him from a vehicle, but they were addressing him as "Monsieur" and even using the polite "you", so the slender African youth took the second glance at the situation that would be his undoing.
The two were apparently trying to unsuccessfully maneuver a couch into their van, and stuck in a precarious situation where it might fall and - presumably - break at any moment, and they were imploring him for help, so like the well-raised island boy he was, he ambled over to offer assistance.
The man outside, trying his best to stop the couch from keeling over in any of about 5 directions, panted. "Monsieur, could you be so kind as to hop in and give Loïc a hand with actually pulling it up?" Warmed leapt nimbly up into the interior of the van, navigated past the mattress strapped to the floor, and grabbed the couch with both arms, stabilizing it. The man next to him flashed a smile. "OK, I just need to re-position myself and then we can do this, think you can hold it alone for a moment?" Warmed nodded, shuffled, and tensed his arm muscles as Loïc let go, taking the weight of the couch onto himself. "OK," he heard from behind him, "now I just need to..."
The arm around his head caught Warmed entirely by surprise. He felt himself falling as he let go of the couch, tried to brace himself for impact, but was spun mid-fall, his hands caught and, before he knew what was going on, he was lying face down on the mattress with his hands pulled behind his back as the impact propelled the air out of him. There was a "zzzztttt" sound as plastic zip cuffs fastened his hands behind him and before he could even get his breath back, his attacker was sitting on his back, using one hand to reach into his braided hair to pull his head up and the other to wrap industrial-strength black tape over his mouth repeatedly. When "Loïc" was done wrapping Warmed's lower face in tape, his other kidnapper had already closed the van's various doors, the couch forgotten, and was pulling away from the curb. The man let go of the neatly woven braids and pushed Warmed's head down into the mattress instead, making breathing next to impossible.
"You have two options - be a good boy and we'll go easy on you... or fight back, fail, and make your life a living hell. You gonna be a good boy?"
With his hands tightly zip-tied and breathing at the mercy of the kidnapper, it was clear to Warmed that cooperation would be the better option for now. He allowed himself to go slack, and tried to nod.
"Good choice." His assailant pulled his head up again and slid a padded blindfold over his eyes. "Now, I'm going to strap you down to this mattress so you don't get hurt during the drive."
As he lay there immobilized, Warmed's thoughts were racing. What did these people want from him, an immigrant from Mayotte, nobody of note? Would they just "disappear" him and torture him for their sick pleasure? Sell him to some rich sadist?
The voice of the kidnapper broke into his thoughts; he must've noticed, unlike Warmed himself, the young man starting to hyperventilate. "Calm, calm, my friend. As soon as your boyfriend does what's asked of him, he'll get to pick you up again no worse for wear."
This sent the captive's thoughts reeling into a different direction. They knew about his boyfriend, Loum, so this was a targeted abduction. They obviously knew Loum had some money, but he wasn't filthy rich and... they assumed he would just pay to get him back and not involve the police? Did they know that Loum and he were into bondage and decided to capitalize on it by threatening to expose him? It did not even occur to him how little sense that thought made. Like most people Warmed was only familiar with kidnappings from either the news, or sensationalistic police procedurals. He slowed his breathing and mentally settled on doing whatever the kidnappers wanted, in case they might otherwise decide he was more trouble than he was worth, deliberately getting into the sub mind space he normally reserved for being restrained by his lover.
"There you go," he heard, "we'll be at the storage soon and then the fun can begin."
- * -
The fun began by getting stripped down after being bodily carried into ... wherever this was ... after the van finally came to a stop. Warmed was left only with his t-shirt, which could not be fully removed due to his cuffed hands, but was pulled up over his head and bunched around his wrists, leaving him as good as fully nude.
"OK, let's see how good you are at following instructions. Open your hands." He did, and something was placed into each. "Now close them into fists." Again, he complied, and felt the material give and squish between his fingers like play-doh. Mitts were placed on each hand, secured with straps that the kidnappers helpfully explained were being padlocked. As he could feel the squishy material harden, fusing his fingers, he couldn't help but think that the mitts were a little overkill.
Next he was compelled to awkwardly sit on two narrow but strangely comfortable foam blocks, one under each glute.
The kidnapper probably not named Loïc spoke again, in a tone that sounded almost amused, as if daring him to rebel. "OK. This next thing is going to require your full co-operation, unless you want us to do it the hard way, and trust me, you do not. We're going to undo your handcuffs and lock you into something else. Your hands will be in front, and if you know what's good for you you'll let us just move everything into place. Or we can" - and there was the sound of an ominous crackling next to his ear that made his neck hairs stand on end - "use this taser. Now, I think you're a good boy, but as insurance, we're going to put this clip on your nose, which, yes, means you won't be breathing until we're done locking you in, and then it comes right back off. Or if you think you want to fight us..." The voice trailed off, the implicit threat left hanging - and as much as Warmed was into breath play with his partner, he was not going to risk his life here.
He remained entirely still, bracing himself for what was coming. "Good. Now take a deep breath..." He did, and the promised clip was slid onto his nose. A sharp snip and the plastic cuffs were off his wrists, the shirt finally removed, his arms firmly gripped by one of his assailants. He felt something cold and metal being slid under his ankles and his right arm was moved in front of his body, with the other still held firmly behind his back. He did not resist - it would have indeed been futile. A bar of metal closed over his right ankle and wrist and there was the sound of a screw being fastened. Within seconds, the other wrist and ankle were similarly encased - he couldn't see the device but it had to be some sort of metal stockade keeping his extremities in a neat row - left ankle, left wrist, right wrist, right ankle, each in its own metal loop. In another demonstration of what the captive considered overkill, metal handcuffs were fastened around his wrists on the outside of the stockade as well, as if there was the slightest chance of him escaping in the first place.
Warmed had been so unwillingly fascinated by the procedure that he had not even noticed his lack of air until the clip came off again and he had to take a few deep breaths, during which "Loïc" helpfully informed him about the two padlocks now holding the stockade shut.
"Such a good boy!" came the voice of the other kidnapper. "OK, next, I'm going to unwrap that gag of yours and replace it with something more fun. Scream if you feel you have to, absolutely nobody will hear you but us, but we'll make sure you'll keep screaming if you do." Again, the almost amused tone in which the threat was delivered compelled Warmed to not put up any resistance.
The tape was slowly and carefully unwrapped from around his lower face. Once free of it, Warmed kept his mouth closed, breathing steadily, waiting for what was coming next.
He did not have to wait long. "Alright, we picked out a ball gag for you. Now, we all know that as hot as that looks, you'd still be able to speak somewhat intelligibly, so we're going to have to do something about that. Open up..."
A package of soft cloth was inserted into his unresisting mouth before he heard the clanking and rustling of the gag harness that was strapped onto his head next. A big rubber ball entered his mouth (one of the kidnappers, weirdly, carefully arranged his lips around it "for comfort"), pulled tight, and the first of many straps was latched at the back of his neck. The remainder of the harness went up on either side of his nose, joined on his forehead and went over the top of his head - he noted that the blindfold was now stuck under the harness - and all buckled firmly at a central location at the back. To his surprise, there was another part of the harness that turned out to be a thick padded collar that snugly wrapped around his throat entirely, covering all the other straps and making it impossible to move his head side to side. It was securely buckled and locked with another padlock. He doubted he would have been able to make himself understood even without the cloth as his lips strained around the ball, drool already forming.
"This next bit's going to be a bit uncomfortable, so hold on to your butt!" Before Warmed could react at all, he felt a hand applying cool lube to his rear entrance. This provoked a mumbled protest and some ineffective movement in the stockade. "Now now now, you've built up so much goodwill. Don't worry, nobody's going to force themselves on you. It's just a little..." - and he could feel something cold and metal sliding effortlessly in - "...hook. There! Now, don't move too much, if you fall off those blocks it's going to get unpleasant!"
Again, the tone of the kidnapper indicated amusement, that they had thought of everything, that they could do what they want. With sudden shock, Warmed noticed that he was rock hard. Before he could get over this, the kidnapper spoke again. "This next bit of gear is a nose hook."
A padded hook went into each of his nostrils. There was a leather strap attached to the device which was threaded through the gag harness, pulling his nostrils wide open. At the end of the strap was a ring, through which they threaded the rope coming from the other hook and pulled it taut, forcing Warmed's head back and chest out as far as the steel bonds around his wrists and ankles allowed. The posture collar held him even more rigidly and the gag pulled slightly deeper between his lips. By now, the only part of his body he could still move were essentially the toes, but the kidnappers were still not done.
"Two more. Well, technically three."
One was a metal bar that attached to both the stockade and the front of the posture collar. The other elicited more of a reaction as cruel clamps bit into his dark nipples. They were attached to a chain which was anchored around the connective bar so that any attempt at torso movement would pull them more tightly. And lastly, the kidnappers briefly tilted him back, wrapped an elastic thread around his testicles, and attached it to the clamps' chain by pulling it under and around the stockade and along the connecting bar, putting it under permanent tension that sent waves of pain through his nipples.
"And that's it! You're obviously enjoying this, so we'll just leave you here to contemplate until your boyfriend's tasks are done and he finds you here. Hope he's quick on the uptake!"
Foam earplugs cut off his hearing, and Warmed was left alone with his thoughts.
To be concluded...