Captured

Bill Treadwell had never considered himself gay. He was straight as an arrow, a ruler; always into girls and the hot sex he had with them. He stood 6’3”; a mountain of a guy, with shoulders as wide as the Grand Canyon; as hirsute as a field of corn; muscles that made his arms resemble hocks of ham, and as handsome as a sunset over a beach on Maui. Everyone thought Bill was great, never arrogant, just fun, and kind.

Now at the official end of his second tour of duty, within a highly classified special ops unit, he stood in the blazing sun, alone, for the moment, high above this village, looking through his field glasses. There was tip that this town was going to be attacked and it was the job of the unit to make sure all women and children were safe. He had promised his unit, before his flight back to the states this very evening he would do one unofficial, volunteer scope of the situation.

He let his mind wander, a dangerous thing, and he began to think, of his latest conquest, a hugely buxom blonde chick, he had met back in the states. He had not had a good fuck in over five months and jerking off around all these guys, with little privacy, was not an easy thing to do. 

His colossus start to rise, pinned in by his standard issue fatigues, which he still wore as a souvenir. He tried to force his mind back on the current eruptive situation, not the one in his pants. He knew he was returning to what? The small town above Buffalo, the random anonymous fuck with some girl, who if she ever showed any interest in developing something longer than a drink and a screw, would cause him to flee. The small apartment with no real love for most of the possessions. He sighed and wished he knew what he was really searching for.

Suddenly over the ridge, appeared three men and before he knew it, he was ambushed and over powered. A gag in his mouth; a bag over his head, and his arms tightly roped behind him. He was pushed into, he guessed, a truck. The weird thing was the bag over his head carried the very distinct smell of a recent load of cum. He could not help but to inhale it every time he breathed. One of his captors was pressed right beside him in the back, his arm around him, continually imploring him, in heavily accented English, not to struggle.

In spite of his anger, at his carelessness in allowing this to happen, his fear, and concern, the smell of cum was oddly soothing and almost arousing.

They rode for quite a while and as the truck lurched over unsteady ground, 

the guy next to him would almost end up in his lap, and at one point had his mouth right up to his ear, breathing heavily into it.

At last they stopped and he was hauled out of the van. Even with his highly skilled training and acute listening techniques; he had no idea of the type of building he was being taken into or where he was, as he had lost all sense of direction. The van had been scorching and he’d already been dripping with sweat when he was taken. The dwelling was not much cooler.

He was lead down a hall and pushed into a room.

The bag was removed. Bill blinked and saw a high stone walled room with a large bed in the middle of the smallish area. The bed had straps and stirrups attached at the top and towards the bottom. There were also a series of chains, with restraints hanging from the wall.

He was able now to get a better look at the three men, all young, tall, well built, (they would have to have been to overtake him)  with dark hair, and rugged builds. This would be important to identify them when he tried to escape.

What happened next was indescribable: he was pushed into a chair; held by two of the men, and stripped of everything by the third. His jacket, tee, pants, and boxer briefs cut off, his boots, and socks removed; as much as he tried to struggle away. Yet he was not cut in anyway. One of the men holding him, slapped him across the face and told him to stop squirming.

Next he was pushed onto the bed and this was the amazing part, restrained, on his back, with his arms shackled to the sides of the bed and his legs up in a “v”, also in harnesses, so that he was fully exposed. His now limp dick resting against his belly.

One man uttered the following: “He made a good choice; it seems he was right.” 

They left the room and try as he might Bill could not get free.

“What the fuck was this all about?” Bill wondered. He’d heard of being held captive and tortured, but never like this. The bed at least was soft, and the restraints around his wrists and ankles were lined in supple leather, so they did not hurt, as much as his was trying to struggle out of them. His position like this was uncomfortable and he was sorely dreading what might occur next.

After a time the door open and a God like man appeared alone, dwarfing the frame of the entry. He had to top Bill’s height by several inches. He wore a flowing jalabiyyah, although his head was bare. His hair was dark and curly; he wore a closely cropped beard; had chocolate coloured skin, and dark, flashing brown eyes.

“Ah, here you are. I hope your journey was not too tedious? It is so hard for me to find exactly the right kind of pleasure here, and as I must remain, at least for now, it is often necessary for my team to find me, shall we say, the perfect diversion and companion.”

His voice was very cultured, with a hint of an English accent, but clearly understandable.

Bill was dumfounded when he removed the robe, which had clearly disguised his figure. Now, Bill had never really looked at another guy before, except to admire some guys in his unit and their builds, or at the gym back home, but horrified as he was at his predicament, and even as he began to get an idea of what may happen, he was floored by this guy’s build.

He had to admit they matched: each on hairiness and muscles, so Bill actually found himself a little jealous, a hugely surprising emotion at that moment, as his captor was so built, and hung better than any thorough bred who had ever won the Kentucky Derby.

The man knelt and leaned in close to Bill’s left ear. “You may call me Talim, not my real name of course,” he admitted with a wicked giggle, “but you will call me that, and other things, I am sure, as we get to know each other better.” 

Talim then leaned in and inserted his tongue into Bill’s ear, moving it around, then dragging his tongue down by his hairline and neck.

Bill was totally frozen. He had heard horror stories of all kinds of torture, but never like this. Any kind of homosexual relation was absolutely verboten in this part of the world and had always been completely xenophobic and repugnant to him anyway.

“Of course it was impossible for me, through my team, to discern in watching, studying you, and selecting you as my own, if you drooled a lot of pre-cum, but we shall now see.”

The restraints were very tight, making it impossible for Bill to free himself. His arms were strapped behind his head and his legs nestled on either side of them.

Talim grinned wickedly. “You resemble a most gorgeous pretzel, so let me start eating!”

Bill felt himself gagging, but struggle as he might, could not get free.

Talim began using his long, scratchy tongue to bathe Bill. First in his armpits, moaning his approval.

“Aren’t we lucky we are in such a hot, arid climate? All this lovely sweat and man smell. It only begins to slate my thirst.” He then kissed his forehead and moved to his eyes, which Bill closed in terror. The gag prevented him from kissing him, although his lips still touched his and Bill thought it was damn shame he couldn’t bite the fucker.

Talim sighed. “The gag must remain, at least for now, but kiss we shall, soon, long and deep and drink from each other’s souls.”

He moved down Bill’s neck, drenching him with spit. When he came to his nipples much of the gentleness, Bill had to admit he had exhibited, disappeared and he chewed down on them mercilessly, alternating between sharp bites, pulling, licking and twisting his nubs with his huge fingers.

As much as he might have willed it, his dick was stirring and truth be told, Bill leaked copious amounts of pre-cum.

Talim stood, his I-beam length rod at full length.

He looked down at Bill’s dick. “Such a beauty. UPS has never dealt with such a big package.”

The next move was amazing. He lifted some water from a jug and poured it all over Bill and the bed, and drinking from it as he worked. He stopped and pulled a glass from under the bed with a straw in it. He sucked some of the water from the straw, knelt, and put the straw between Bill’s lips, inserting it between the gag. “Drink, my love, it is not poison and you need your stamina for the days to come.”

Bill did think the water tasted great and whereas he had shut his eyes during most of this, he opened them and found to his astonishment, he was looking into Talim’s eyes. He wondered what his own grey eyes showed? It was clear Talim’s radiated pure lust.

Talim lowered himself over Bill on the bed and continued caressing, and licking him everywhere but his engorged tool. He did however give it a few full and sturdy strokes and purred with pleasure. “There it is. The key to a man’s desire.” He leaned down and swept his rough tongue over Bill’s head, collecting the seepage. 

“I always wondered why it wasn’t an energy drink? You’re smart enough to have noticed the smell of mine on the bag over your head. I can’t wait to ultimately drink all of yours.” He was expertly jacking him off and like a string of cheese, bringing his pre-cum to his lips.

Bill almost sighed when he let go of his tool, only to be again surprised when in one huge paw he held both of their rods together. “Nice and a pretty pair.” He leered at Bill. “Of course mine is bigger, but not by much.” Talim was a juicer too and he was running his hands over both of their members, the friction and liquid creating a fantastic rub.  

He dropped both of their dicks and started yanking on Bill’s ball sack. “I used to play with bean bags smaller than these. Good, they will produce much.” He lowered his head, some of his curls hanging onto Bill’s legs and swallowed his sack full, pulling on it with his teeth. Despite the newness of the situation, Bill found himself tremendously aroused as Talim possessed quite a mouth, his legs quivering. He came off of his sack.

“I myself prefer shaved balls.” He lifted Bill’s one hand in the restraint and placed his hefty nuts in his hand. “I know you are mad at me, so I will not mind it you squeeze away or even slap them.”

It was incredible as Bill had never held another guy’s balls in his hand and these did feel velvet soft. As a means of allowed retaliation, he did as he was told and gave them a vicious tug, only to elicit a throaty laugh from Talim. “Very good. You are learning. Harder, much harder.” 

What was going on? Bill was complying. Was it from anger or desire?

Talim removed his hand and took Bill’s one foot in his mouth to continue the bath. All around and in between his toes, up his marble like calves and thighs and then suddenly nosing around his hole, when he stopped abruptly.  

“Time for some more water.” They each drank and then Talim gave his nipples, then balls some pretty rough pinches. He put the glass back on the floor and combined both of their copious drooling in his hand to bring it to his mouth and smear some around the lip of the glass.

He knelt back down on the bed and Bill suddenly thought he’d fly out of the room, for an expert mouth was on and in his hole, his cheeks spread apart. Talim was going to town as if he was a deluxe car wash, poking his tongue in and out of Bill’s tumid, hot hole and burying his face so deep, archaeologists couldn’t have unearthed it. This untouched, new territory felt off the charts amazing. He could, through the restraints clamp this legs around Talim’s curls and head.

Talim then took one hand, the other was prying his cheeks apart, and pulled down on his balls. A loud moan came from behind the gag.

Talim’s head shot up. “No!” he shouted. Suddenly his rod was squeezed very hard and the face with the intense eyes and the eyelashes longer than sea grass was right above his, nose to nose. Those stunning curls ticking his forehead. “We are not quite ready yet.”

It was strange the power this man had over him. He, the quintessential military guy, who could bark orders to a whole command, was cowed, overwhelmed, and could it be dazzled by this Talim? Where was the old Bill and who was this in his place?

Talim reached under the bed for a small container. Unscrewing it, he inserted his index finger into its contents and yes, it was true, started to rub it around Bill’s puckered hole, gently massaging the tight opening and then, and the feeling was fan fuckingtastic, pushing it into the opening to glide and punch it back and forth, hitting his nub and causing a deluge of pre to drool out of his helmet head.

Gag or no gag, Bill’s groans could be heard all the way to Nome, Alaska. No one had ever made him feel this way.

Talim nodded his approval and momentarily withdrew his finger. Bill tried to speak around the gag, to say: “Don’t stop!”

Under the bed again went Talim for two clamps which were then attached to Bill’s nipples and the finger drilling began again.

It was all utterly too much and when the big fist clamped around his tumid and over worked dick, all Bill could do was tense his legs as a signal and howl to the best of his ability. Cum started to race out of his slit and Talim lowered his head to lap as much up as possible and then collect the rest in his hand to add to the glass.

The gag was ripped off and Talim fell on top of him. Their laboured breathing filled the room along with the heady smell of sperm and lust.

As his penis subsided, Bill realized he had to take a serious leak. He wiggled and it was as if Talim could divine into his very soul.

He reared his head the curls coming off of Bill’s cheeks. “You need to pee?”

Bill managed to speak the first words since he had been kidnapped. It came out as a very weak: “Yes.”

Talim reached under the bed, yet again, and pushed a button, that like a safety belt, extended the restraints. He stood and gently helped Bill to his feet, holding onto him.

“Where do I wiz?” Bill asked.

A low, sexy chuckle escaping him, Talim lowered himself below Bill and announced, lasciviously: “All over me and most of all in my mouth.”

Bill took a deep breath and realized this was the ultimate moment in all that had occurred, so he let pee rip all over him and most of all in his wide open mouth, which Talim accepted with relish.

Once he was done, he was pushed back on the bed and Talim, straddling him, began to whack his snake long tool, coating it with both the oil from the jar and his multitude of pre-cum that continued to drip  and still warm urine dropping onto Bill’s hairy chest. 

With a loud, extended grunt, he shot all over Bill’s face, hair, and lips. Bill wondered if fire hydrants housed so much.

For the first time in his life, Bill took the male kiss that was then given to him and Talim lapped up Bill’s cum and then put his tongue in Bill’s mouth, so they could both get drunk on it together.

Bill started uncontrollably laughing and grabbed Talim with both hands and saw, in spite of how he had been corralled, only gentleness in his eyes.

What a day it had been: kidnapped; a bag smelling like cum over his head; stripped; washed all over by a god; pinched; yanked; rimmed; sucked; finger fucked; jerked off, and the pen ultimate doing a golden shower on this god. 

He smiled wondering: “What in the fuck could be next”? 

-to be continued-