First Time Meeting Leads to Kidnapping

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

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The modernization and commercial availability of the Internet in the 1990s revolutionized the ways gay and bisexual men fostered community and connected with sex partners. Though slow speeds over dial-up (i.e., telephone lines) made it impossible for users to stream video pornography or engage in face-to-face video chatting (as is common today), the Internet became a remote yet vibrant venue for gay and bisexual men to engage in political discussion and social support, and to post and respond to personal ads.  

In the latter part of the 1990s, I moved into my first home.  I became addicted to viewing photos of men in bondage via the Internet.  Eventually, I decided I wanted to connect with men with similar sexual fantasies pertaining to BDSM.  In 1999, Recon was launched.   Like many other gay dating apps, Recon allowed users with various fetishes and kinks to create a profile, communicate with other members through private messages, and filters members by location and interests.  I posted a profile indicating I was a novice sub looking for a man who could “show me the ropes.”  In my list of interests, I included bondage as well as masters and slaves role play.  I included a photo of me at the beach wearing board shorts and sunglasses.  

A little bit about me.  I am 5’10”, dark brown hair, and green eyes.  In the 1990s, I was getting a lot of attention from both women and men.  I spent a lot of time in the gym and had a a sturdy, muscular physique.  I wore a lot of western wear including Wrangler jeans which fit my robust glutes and I had a collection of cowboy boots.  I still had a mullet hairstyle, an iconic look in the 1980s, which features short hair in the front, sides and top with extra length in the back.  I was often told that I resembled Clint Black.  After graduating college with an accounting degree, I began working for an accounting firm in New Orleans, Louisiana. I purchased a home in small town just outside New Orleans.  

The next day of posting my profile, I received a message.  A man who said his name was Rick claimed he like my profile and thought I looked hot in the photo.  Rick said he was in an “somewhat open marriage”, but the only degree of sexual interaction outside their marriage his wife tolerated was Rick meeting men for the purpose of “bondage games.”  He claimed he does not identify as “gay or bi” since he does not engage in sexual activities with other men, but does get a “high” when he is able to tie up a guy and rendered his escape impossible.  I immediately got a hard-on.  I thought this would be a great opportunity to try out bondage without sex.  We made plans to meet the following evening at a local fast food restaurant just a few miles from my home.  He described himself as an average size white male in his early 50s with auburn hair and beard.  Rick said he would be driving a new Mercedes-Benz.

The following day, it was hard to concentrate at work.  I was anxious and excited.  I was trying to decide if I should rent a hotel room or host in my home, what I should wear and if I needed to purchase supplies.  I forgot to ask Rick if he had bondage gear.  We did not discuss length of time we would play, limits and other stuff that is probably important to discuss before meeting for a bondage session.  Of interest, he did asked me about my shoe size which I told him was an eight.

Due to my poor concentration, I had to work late to meet an annual financial report deadline.  After I finished the report, I ran to my vehicle and started driving to the fast food restaurant.  I would not have time to go home to change my clothes so Rick would have to meet me in what I was wearing which was a dark blue suit, white button-down shirt, red and blue stripped tie, thin blue nylon socks and black loafers.  

Luckily, I arrived a few minutes early.  Inside the restaurant, there was only one customer, a young police officer, in the dining area.  I took a seat at a table which was far enough so the police officer would not be able to hear our conversation.  A few minutes later, a Mercedes-Benz pulled into the parking lot.  In what seemed like an eternity before the driver exited the vehicle.  The driver was a very tall and heavy-set man wearing an untucked flannel shirt, faded jeans, trucker style baseball cap and dirty wedge work boots.  I figure it was Rick since he had auburn hair and beard, but surely did not look like someone who would be driving a luxury vehicle.  

When he walked in, he spotted me immediately and waved.  He noticed the police officer and went to speak to him.  They engaged in a short conversation and shook hands before joining me at the table.  Rick explained the police officer was someone he hired at times to provide security when he has special events at his plantation.  I guess he is just an eccentric rich dude who does not take a great deal of pride in his appearance.  

My sixth sense was telling me to run, but I just felt I needed to see this through.  I made up a story that I forgot I had made plans to meet friends for drinks later in the evening so I would only have an hour to play.  Rick said he thought a short session would be best since it was our “first” time.  Against my better judgement, I told him to follow me home.

Once I arrived home, I open the electronic garage door and we both pulled in our vehicles.  I closed the garage door since I did not want neighbors to see that I had guest, especially someone who looked a little scary.  I escorted him to living area.  I noticed he had a duffel bag and a shopping bag.  I assumed it was bondage gear.

Rick said since we only had an hour, we should begin our session.  He explained he was going to use rope, duct tape and other stuff.  Rick said to let him know if I was uncomfortable once I was bound and/or wanted to stop the session.  Rick said he did have a special request.  He wanted me to change in something more comfortable that he brought.  Rick handed me a shopping bag with items inside and gently pushed me in a guest room just off the living room.  He said that while I was getting ready, he would sort his bondage gear and be ready to start the session as soon as I change my clothing.

Once I was alone in the guest room, I took off my suit, dress shirt, shoes, and OTC socks.  I dumped the contents of the shopping bag on the bed and was shocked.  There was a black double laced thong (at first I thought it was female lingerie, but it had a pouch for a man’s junk), pair of black thigh-high stockings in transparent mesh fabric with lace on the upper part and black sky-high stiletto heel Victorian-inspired lace-up booties with sharp pointy toes.  I asked Rick join me in the bedroom.  Before I could ask him anything, he explained he likes to humiliate a guy a little during a session by making him wear sexy woman’s garb.  I decided to just put the shit on, let him tie me up, and then after a few minutes; I would come up with a reason to end the session.

I stripped off my briefs and put on the thong.  I was surprised that my cock and balls fit snuggly in the super soft stretch lace pouch.  Next, I struggled to put on the stockings and worked to ensure the seam in the back of the stocking were straight.  Finally, I slipped on the booties and laced them.  (Now I know why he asked my shoe size.)  I struggled to walk to a full-length mirror and to my surprise, it was not horrible.  I sort of felt I was dressed like the Rocky Horror Picture Show’s character, Dr. Frank-N-Furter.  I admired my body including my hairy chest, puffy nipples in the middle of nicely round pale pink areolas, and a thin vertical strip of hair running from my belly button down to my trimmed pubic region.  I turned around and noticed how my ass and calves looked larger that I remember, which may be due to the stiletto heels.  I was getting aroused, but I didn’t want to touch my own genitals.  I was worried that since I had not pulled on and stoked my joystick for more than 24 hours, I would have a premature ejaculation. (I tend to masturbate at least 5 times a day.)  I am very proud of my jewels.  My dick is 7” long when hard and 4.6” erect girth with a large perfectly shaped mushroom tip.  My balls are large and heavy so the hang a couple of inches when I am not sexually aroused, but when I am; they will draw up tight and cradle my dick so it points straight.  After a second thought, maybe the fact I am a little humiliated, it add to my first experience with bondage.  My testicles were drawn up and my semi-erect cock was pointed forward.  I loved the way the way the lightweight and breathable thong was holding my masculinity near my body.  They additionally cause my whole junk to seem bigger and heftier.

I walked awkwardly into the living room.  Rick just smile and told me to completely turn around so he could take it all in.  I complied and once I was facing him, he said he would start by simply binding my hands behind my back.  He sauntered behind me and whispered in my ear that I looked good in “the ass out undies.”  I could smell the odor of alcohol on his breath.  Even though I was wearing high tapered heels, Rick was towering over me.  He took a piece of hemp rope, about 6 feet long, from the duffle bag.  He folded it with the ends in his right hand and went behind me.  Rick asked for me to cross my wrist behind me and then wrapped the doubled-up rope around my wrist multiple times.  When there was a foot of rope left, he separated the ends, slipped one end under a piece of rope around my wrist, wrapped the ends of the separated rope in opposite directions between my wrist a few times, pulled tightly, and then knotted the rope at the top of my wrists (out of reach of my fingers).  This way, each wrist was restrained next to each other with no give preventing me from slipping my wrist free and/or loosen by wiggling my wrist back and forth.  During the time my wrist were being tied, my fingers brushed against Rick’s crotch and I could feel he was blessed with a huge talent.  Thankfully, he said he was not into sex, so he is not be likely try to stick his enormous schlong in my mouth or virgin asshole.  

Rick then walked away and entered the bedroom where I changed.  I tested the rope binding my wrist and quickly realize I will not be able to get loose.  Panic set in due my problematic situation since I thought Rick went looking for valuables including my wallet on the bed in that bedroom.  I yelled to Rick to untie me since I changed my mind.  He returned to the living room without saying a word with a scowl on his face.  He had one of my dress socks rolled in a ball.  Rick went to his duffle bag and retrieved a roll of duct tape and a large bowie knife.  He got in my face, placed the knife under my testicles, told me to “fucking open wide”, and then he shoved the sweat soaked sock in my mouth.  Since it was an over-the-calf sock, it was a lot of nylon and cotton material filling my mouth.  I probably should have tried to reason with him, but I didn’t want my balls to be slashed.  Rick then slid the knife between the strap of the thong and my hip so it could rest there, out of my reach, as he began wrapping duct tape across my mouth and around my head several times.  He finally ripped the duct tape away from the roll and patted all around the duct take to make sure all the sticky tape was doing its job.  My lips were sealed tight and the taut duct tape wrapped across my face forced my puffy cheeks, due to the sock in my mouth, to be pushed in causing the sock to fill inside any vacant space in my mouth.  He then took the knife from my waistband and tossed it in his duffle bag.  Rick pulled out a piece of rope, 6 and/or 8 feet long, knelt in front of me and bound my ankles just as he did with my wrist.  A couple of times, Rick’s hat that he was wearing brushed against the tip of my penis.  The pouch of the thong cupped my balls and kept my now flaccid dick pointing straight.  Before he stood up, he look directly at my crotch area and started flickering his long tongue in and out of his mouth like a snake and smacking the head of my soft cock multiple times.  I could feel my member becomes engorged with blood and enlarged as he was smacking my mushroom tip causing the lace fabric to expand.  Rick was holding my calves in his massive calloused hands in order to steady me.  Ok.  Ok.  Maybe everything will be fine and he is not going to rob me.  It is all part of the experience.  Rick wants me to feel helplessness, fear, and ecstasy.  He will probably end the scene as soon as I ejaculate.  It won’t take long.  I looked down and can see pre-cum oozing through the lace fabric and I could hear Rick making yummy noises as he was tasting the fluid that was sticking to the pointed tip of his tongue.  My scrotum was contracting, causing my testicles to move closer to the body, causing them to swell and get hot.  This change in temperature was starting sperm production and I knew with a little more help from Rick, sperm would soon be shooting out of my pee hole.

I began begging Rick to suck or jerk me off since there is no way for me rub one out, but rather than words; I sounded like a whining puppy.  He just laughed and moved away from me.  I was standing there with a large drop of clear, colorless, syrupy fluid dangling about ten inches from the top of the teepee in my thong caused by my fully erect 7” dick.  I could feel dampness under my balls and in the line down the middle of my scrotum due to scrotal sweating.  I was thankful I remembered to shave my balls this morning.

Rick sat on the couch and made a phone call. Of course, I could only hear his side of the conversation.  He said, “Well I got us a hot one.  He is trussed up like a turkey and is ready to be delivered.  No.  No.  I didn’t have to rough him up.  Funny thing.  When I met him, there was a cop.  I made small talk with the pig and this sap thought we were friends.  I think it helped with him trusting me to invite me in his home and fucking letting me tie him up.  Yea.  Yea.  So, I am going to use his car to transport him since the Mercedes may have been reported stolen.   Yea.  Yea.  It is a Jeep Cherokee with illegally dark tinted windows.  No one will be able to see him in the back.  Hold on.  Do you want him to tell you how excited he is for his surprise?”  My mind was racing.  Wait!  I am going to be kidnapped?  It is for ransom?  Am I going to be killed?  Since it is a Friday, it will be days before anyone knows I am missing since I had no plans with anyone during the weekend.  He then walked over to me, held the phone to my face and instructed me to tell this person how this is the best day of my life.”  I tried to yell, “Please let me go.  I won’t report this to the police.  Please!”  However, what the individual heard was a barely audible,  “eeeess mmm oo hum eees eees.”   Rick laughed and hung up. I started losing my erection.

Rick then began using his hands to explore my body.  He used both hands to massage my chest and shortly thereafter, began pinching my nipples firmly at the root and rolling each nipple between his thumbs and index fingers as if was tuning a radio.  He lowered his face to my chest and put my right erect nipple in his mouth and nursed it like a suckling pig.  With his right hand, he followed my goody trail to my crotch and then began lightly rubbing the tip of my penis in a circular motion which caused more pre-cum to leak through the lace fabric.  I tried to pull away as I shook my head no.  He straightened up and suddenly slapped my semi-erected penis.  This action really let me know how helpless I was since I could not fend Rick off, run to get away or yell for help.  How stupid am I?  I knew from this point on, I would need to accept and yield to his superior force in order to survive.

Rick collected all his belonging in his duffle bag, grabbed my car keys and went into the garage.  I thought this might be a chance to escape, but how?  I can’t hop around wearing these heels and if I fall, I could kill myself.  I can’t reach a phone and even if I could dial a phone, I can’t speak.  Also, I didn’t want to to feel the wrath of Rick if he catches me trying to escape him so I just stood there like a lamb to the slaughter.

Rick returned and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of flower.  He held on one cheek of my ass with his fingers dangerously close to my anus in order to steady me while he carried me.  He paused in front of a hall mirror to admire himself with his prize.  Regardless of the fear I was feeling, I did get a little aroused since it was like viewing bondage pornography on the Internet.  His bondage work was simple but effective.  The duct tape gag looked tight and was definitely keeping my mouth stuffing in my flushed face.  My muscles in my legs looked more defined in the nylon stockings due to the fact the stiletto booties kept my feet in a flexed position.  The contrast of the hemp rope just above the black booties that kept my stocking ankles bound looked sexy.  Since I was bent over and the way Rick was holding one my hairless burly ass cheeks, I would feel a fresh breeze across my asshole due to the fact there was an air conditioning vent directly above me.  The overall image reminded me of story I read in a BDSM magazine of lumberjack carrying a hostage who was forced to wear women’s lingerie, tied up and gagged and left in the woods for his girlfriend to find with clues of scavenge hunt as part as part of a fraternity prank.  (Yes.  I had this happened, except I was stripped down to my boxer briefs and slouch white boot socks and there was no lumberjack)  In the scenario in my mind, the lumberjack (Rick) was going to fuck the frat guy (me) to relieve his blue balls since he had not been with a women in months.  What the fuck!  I am in danger and I am imagining I am part of a sexual fantasy.

Once we were in the garage, he headed to the back of my Jeep, opened the lift gate and laid me facedown in the storage area (he had already folded down the back seats).  He removed a piece of rope from his duffle bag, folded it in half, looped it between my bound ankles, pulled tight and tied the ends to my bound wrist.  I am now in tight hogtie.  Then he pulled out my other dress sock from his back pocket and blindfolds me.  Rick then slaps my ass and announces the fun was just about to begin.

What is going to happen to me?  (To be continued…….)