[Reader: If you are sexually active, please use healthy precautions, be regular about medical check-ups, and only act with consent. Actions in this fantasy story do not carry consequences like they do in real life.]
Kidnapped
I am John Higgins, regional director in Asia for my Canadian company’s various interests there. My suspicions and then investigation have established that a supplier, one Mr. Singh, in India, has been playing lose with his charges to my company. Over a period of time, we have been defrauded of a very large amount of money. I am in the conference room into which I have been shown waiting to see him.
“Ah, Mr. Singh. I hope you are well.”
“Yes. Yes, I am, Mr. Higgins. And you?”
“The same, thank you.”
“Where are you staying here in the city?”
“I am at the Trident.”
“To what do I owe the pleasure of this surprise visit from you? Were you already in the country and decided to stop to see me?”
“No. Not exactly, Mr. Singh. I came to see you. May I come straight to the point?”
“Yes. Please do. That sounds ominous, though, I must say.”
“I am afraid that it is. My investigation has discovered your misrepresentations to the company regarding the supplies that you send us and the corners that you are cutting. The home office has indicated that I should inform you that your contract will not be renewed when it ends in two months.”
“This is preposterous! I have not been – as you put it – cutting any corners. I am insulted at that suggestion!”
“It is not a suggestion, Mr. Singh. It is a fact. They are my findings. I have delivered the decision to you. It is not negotiable. I will not belabor the point, nor will I waste your time. I have other business in the city before I return to my hotel.”
After John leaves, Mr. Singh picks up his phone and makes a call.
Having stopped to see another supplier in the city to invite him to increase his business with my company, I am arriving back at my hotel. I’m very tired and ready for a good night’s sleep before I leave for Viet Nam in the morning. I am looking forward to that soft bed awaiting me.
“Wha . . . what? Who . . . ? Arghh . . . .” Someone’s in my room! I’m being attacked. There’s a rag being held over my mouth. I’m . . . I’m . . . feeling dizzy . . . I feel myself falling . . . .
Where am I? I feel nauseous. My chest hurts. What happened? I open my eyes and see a high ceiling. I see bars above me . . . and all around me! What . . . what’s happened? How did I get here? Where IS “here”?
Pulling myself up onto one elbow, I see that I am in a cage-like space with bars like those on a prison cell all around me as well as across the top. I hear noises from outside – street noises. Truck engines, horns – city sounds. Just below the high ceiling there are open windows. They must be a good 20 feet up. It’s hot. I realize that I am sweating . . . and that I am naked!
About ten feet away, I see another cell. There’s a man in it. He is either sleeping or out cold like I was. Maybe he’s even dead! He’s naked, too. I call to him loudly, “Hey. Hey. You. Are you all right? Wake up!”
He’s moving. At least he’s not dead. He rolls over from being on his side looking the other way so that he’s facing me.
“Hey,” he says, “I’m Rodney, Rodney Jacobs. How are you feeling? They brought you in here late last night. You were out like a light.”
“I’m John. I’m feeling bad, really bad. Where are we? What the fuck is going on?”
“I can’t say where we are. I don’t know. I’ve been here a week. I got mugged on a street and woke up in here . . . naked, like you.”
“So, what have they said to you? What do they want?”
“They’ve only told me to eat the food and drink the water they bring, and to shit and piss in the hole in the corner of the cell. Did you get mugged, too?”
“Not exactly . . . at least not on a street. Someone was waiting in my hotel room. I guess I was chloroformed or something. I got hit hard, too, in my chest.”
“Well, maybe they’ll say something to you when they come with breakfast. That’ll be rice and curry. Same for middle of the afternoon . . . the only other time food comes.”
“This is crazy. Why would someone bother to kidnap me? Ransom, maybe?”
“Maybe. I’m a contractor for a South African firm. We do IT surveillance. Suppose they’d pay something to get me back.”
I’ve noticed that while we’ve been talking Rodney’s been playing with his cock. I don’t normally look long at men’s crotches in locker rooms or anything, but here he is basically masturbating right in front of me. I can’t help but notice that he’s got a big one.
Five days. Still no one has told either Rod or me why we’re here, what they want. I’ve gotten his life story and he’s heard mine. He wondered if Mr. Singh might have had anything to do with my getting jumped in my hotel room. It’s a good theory . . . sure as hell Singh would have it in for me. With nothing to do – and seeing Rod always fondling his dick and balls – it’s rubbed off on me. I wasn’t even thinking about till I realized a few days ago that I was doing like him. Guess it’s better than just doing nothing.
A guy who wears just a loincloth is bringing food and more water now like he does twice every day. Like Rod told me the first day, all the meals are the same – rice and curry.
Wait. There’s another man with him. First time we’ve seen anyone else. This guy’s wearing a dhoti and got sandals on. Naked from the waist up. Kind of skinny and looks to be about in his forties. Has a leather strip around his neck with some sort of a gem stone bauble on it.
He says to us, “You are here to learn a new life. I am to be your teacher.”
“Wait just a second,” I tell him. “I’m not interested in any new life . . . and I’ve got a hell of a lotta questions! Who kidnapped me? And, why? Where is this place anyway.”
Rod’s joining in, “He’s right. You owe us explanations. Who mugged me? Whaddya want from me? Ransom?”
The Indian is smiling at us. “Ransom? No. As I said, I am your teacher.”
“Teacher?” I shout to him. “I don’t need – don’t want – any ‘teacher’. What I need is outta whatever this place is . . . NOW!”
“This is your training center. It is where you will learn a new life.”
“What are you . . . some kind of religious zealot who thinks you’ll make us ‘followers’, or something? You’re looking in the wrong place.”
Rod loudly adds, “Just get us the hell outta here, Mr. What-ever-your-name-is!”
“You may call me Anil. I am not a man of religion. I am your teacher.”
Rod again, “Bloody hell lotta information that gives us. Just get us our clothes and show us the door, Buddy . . . or Anil . . . or whatever!”
He’s lifting the leather cord from his neck over his head and starting to finger the stone attached to it. As he lets it slip from his hand, he just holds onto the cord. He is continuing to smile, and he’s staring at us . . . first into my eyes and then Rod’s . . . slowly moving his gaze back and forth between us. He doesn’t blink. He’s swinging the cord so that the bauble keeps moving.
I want to shout demands at him again, but I can’t. I can think clearly what I want to say. I just can’t do it. It’s like the words won’t come. I want to look at Rod to see if he’s going to say more. I can’t do that, either. I can only look at the guy’s eyes.
He’s bringing the gem stone higher up now. He’s got it at eye level. It’s just moving round and round in a small circle, slowly, not changing speed. I want to look away. I can’t. I’m just watching it.
He’s saying something. “Relax. Sit down.” Rod and me both do it. He says, “No. You will not sit like that anymore.” We’re just sitting of the cement floor on our butts. “You must squat like most of the world does. You will learn.”
He turns to the man in the loin cloth and tells him to sit. He goes down on his haunches, his feet flat on the ground, his knees nearly even with his shoulders. It’s the same as I’ve seen street sellers and all kinds of people do in Asia. Westerners just don’t do it. Even though I don’t want to try it, it seems like I have to.
“You will continue to practice this until I see you tomorrow. While you squat, you will handle your penises . . . as you have been doing. You will watch each other. If the other one stops, you will remind him of my command.”
How’d he know we’d been masturbating? Cameras?
Anil turns and leaves. The loin cloth guy slides the plates with our food on them through the space in the bars near the floor made for that purpose, and some more water.
I can move again. I stand up and go to get my food. Without thinking, I try to squat back down on my haunches to eat it. I don’t want to be doing this. But, I am.
Rod’s the same as me. He says, “Why the hell we doin’ this? I’m not some peasant.”
I’m eating with my right hand. I’m fondling my penis with the left. It feels good. Rod’s doing just like me.
Next morning, now. After the first rice and curry meal for the day, Anil has come back. He’s bolting the iron bars in front of the door to the hall. The loin cloth guy’s never done that. Anil’s just the same as he was yesterday – strange. Still got that stone with him. Still playing with it or swinging it around.
Rod and me are squatting on our haunches and playing with our dicks. It just seems natural.
Anil tells us, “You have new names from today forward. I do not know by what names you have been known in the past. That does not matter. In your future lives you will be known as (he looks at me) ‘Chubhan’, and (to Rod) ‘Aadamee Yonee’. That is too long though, so it will just be ‘Yonee’.
“In English the Hindi, ‘chubhan’ means ‘prick’. And, ‘aadamee yonee’ means ‘mancunt’ – or the shorter form, simply ‘cunt’.”
Rodney protests, “You’re gonna call me ‘Cunt’?!”
“Thus will you be called by all who bother to refer to you by any name at all.”
I say, “This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. Just what do you think you’re doing here?”
The names are making me begin to suspect an answer to my question, though.
Anil asks us, “Have either of you ever had your cock sucked?”
We each tell him yes. “By a man?”, he asks.
“Hell no!” we both respond together.
“That is unfortunate. It is better when a man does it. Have you ever sucked a man’s cock?’
Another “Hell no” from each of us.
“That, too, is unfortunate. Since you have had it done to you at all, though, you know what is expected.”
Anil hands a key to the loin cloth guy and tells him, “Open the cage doors. Do not worry. They might want to attack you, but they will not.”
He does it. My anger definitely wants to grab them both and overpower them. I know Rod must want to do the same thing. I just can’t. I can only stay here, down on my haunches.
“Yonee – stand.”
Rodney stands up. “Chubhan – go and kneel in front of Yonee.”
I’m not about to kneel in front of a naked man’s exposed cock. But . . . I am moving to follow Anil’s direction. What the fuck!
“Look at what you are seeing. Look at Yonee’s member, half-hard in front of your face.”
Rodney is protesting, “Get the fuck away from me, John!”
I want to tell him that I don’t want to do this . . . but, the words won’t come. I’m just kneeling here in front of him while his cock is getting bigger, harder.
Anil again, “Take Yonee’s penis in your hands. It is large. Larger than yours. Fondle it. Bring it to its full size.”
I’m fuckin’ doing what Anil is telling me to. Rodney is shouting at me not to. He’s not moving away, though. Maybe he can’t. Maybe he’s like me, not able to help himself. I’m playing with his thick shaft . . . and I feel myself hardening up, too. Oh no . . . nah . . . not because of another man!
“Now, Chubhan – lick the tip of that hard penis. Run your tongue all round it. Taste what is beginning to come from it.”
I’m doing it. My left hand drops for a second to my own cock. It’s as hard as I was afraid it was. Oh, noo! It’s full out hard, pointing straight ahead. Damn. I put both hands back on Rodney’s thick cock. My mouth starts moving further onto it. Why? Why am I volunteering to do more than Anil has demanded?
“That is very good for a novice, Chubhan. Be more aggressive. Move your head back and forth, further forward each time. Close your lips tight around Yonee’s cock. Do not come all the way off when you are moving your head back.”
Rodney is groaning. It sounds like he’s having sex with a woman. All of a sudden I feel his hands on the back of my head. He is pulling my head forward on his cock each time I start down on it. He’s enjoying this!
I want to stop, but I can’t. My body is enjoying this just like Rodney’s is. I’m groaning around his hard cock.
Anil says, “Chubhan – look up into Yonee’s eyes. What do you see? You want to see that you are pleasuring him. Does he look like that to you?”
I look up. He is looking down at me. His eyes look afraid . . . but his face is smiling! And, he keeps up the moans. His pelvis is starting to buck lightly. I keep it up . . . because I can’t stop even though I want to. My body doesn’t seem to want it to stop. I realize my left hand has gone back to my own dick. It's slick with my own pre-cum. I’m fist stroking it hard.
After I don’t know how long, I sense that Rodney’s going to cum. He’s nearly fucking my face! Yes – he’s shooting right into my mouth. Some of it got swallowed. Most of it’s dripping out of the sides of my mouth, down onto my chest. This is SICK.
After he’s finished, I come off of his cock.
Anil orders, “Yonee, take your fingers and collect your cum from Chubhan’s face. Leave what is on his body there. Lick them clean.”
Rodney’s finally found his voice, “I ain’t a cum eater.”
“You are one, beginning now, Yonee.” He looks like he’s fighting it . . . but he’s doing it.
“Now kneel down on your hands and knees, Yonee. Chubhan, kneel behind him. Your cock is already hard, but make it harder. It is dripping. Use that and his cum on your chest on your fingers. Then slide them into his asshole. First one, then two. Stretch it so that it will receive your member. Have you ever fucked a mam’s arshole before, Chubhan?”
“No way. Why would I, you bastard. How are you making us do these things?”
Anil is smiling. “Your insolence is amusing. It will pass. I think that you may be forming an idea of what your new lives will be, no?”
Rodney turns his head round from his kneeling position and looks at me behind his ass. He is looking pleadingly at me. He can’t seem to say anything, but his eyes are saying, “Don’t do this!”
I’m producing a lot of pre-cum now. I use it and some of what’s left of Rod’s cum to slick the fingers of my right hand, and I insert my finger into his hole. He winces. I move it around. After a minute of one finger, I put in two. I’ve never done this before. How is it that I know what I’m doing? It’s like I’m on auto-pilot. I’m stretching his hole. I just know I need to make it ready for my cock.
He’s open enough, now. I take my cock and pump it up some more with my pre-cum and more of what’s left of Rod’s cum on my body to lubricate it. I’m placing it at his hole and I start moving my hard cock into him.
Anil says, “Chubhan – go in slowly. Go in a bit, then come out. Then, go back in further. Keep that up until you are going all the way in and coming almost all the way out.” I’m doing what he said to. I want to stop. I can’t. It feels great, really great.
Rodney was yelling out with pain when I started. Now, he’s back to moaning . . .. even more than he was when I was sucking his hard cock. He’s even beginning to back up into my thrusts into him. Don’t know why, but I’m moving in and out of him faster now – harder. He’s shouting, “Ohh Yeahhh, Ohh, Ohhh!” Finally, I shoot. My cum’s inside him. I’ve never done this. I feel embarrassed. I feel fine. I want to keep shooting. Once all my cum’s shot, and a lot of it is leaking back out of his asshole and slicking my cock, I pull out. I’m still rock hard.
Anil says, “Chubhan, stand up. Yonee – kneel up and clean Chubhan’s cock of his cum and your juices with your tongue.”
I’m revolted. That’s terrible. He’s not gonna do that! But, even though he looks just as disgusted about it as I feel, he IS doing it! He’s cleaning my cock!
Anil has been squatting in the way he wants us to do and watching this whole time. Now he’s on his feet. He tells us, “When I speak to the two of you together, I will call you ‘ladakon’ instead of the English word ‘boys’. You will be learning a number of new words. So, ladakon – tonight and tomorrow I am telling you to spend your time doing as you have just done to one another.
“The doors of your cages will be left open . . . but the bars in front of the door to the hall will be bolted.”
“No way,” I tell him. I don’t know how you made us do this, but I’m not doing more of it on my own.”
Rodney is stronger, again having found his voice, “You fuckin’ fairy bastard – you’re not gonna control me! I’m gonna figure this out. This AIN’T gonna be any ‘new life’, like you call it, for me. You wait and see.”
Anil is standing quietly and smiling. “I think that you will not be able to keep yourselves from exploring each other’s bodies from now on.”
As he leaves, he bolts the bars in front of the hall door.
He’s been gone a while. I’m looking at Rod sitting in his cage down on his haunches just like I am in mine. Our dicks are semi-hard. We’ve both been fondling them.
I don’t know what’s happening . . . but, I’m standing up and walking out of my cage and headed toward his. Toward his body. I’m hungry for him. He looks at me coming. He says, “What the hell you doing? Stay away . . . stay away . . . stay . . . .” But, he’s moving up on his knees. He’s licking his lips. He wants my cock. I know it. I’m getting harder.
As I stand in front of him, he’s looking at my full out cock. He’s drooling. I’m not saying anything. I’m just standing here. He looks up into my eyes. He’s taking hold of me and moving his hands on my shaft. He leans in and kisses my slit! Damn! I feel like an electric shock just ran through me!
“Yea, Rodney! Suck me. Suck me good . . . like I did you!”
He does. He’s starting slow. Speeding up. He’s got a pretty fast pace. He’s all over my cock. His drool’s got it soaked. He comes off every few attacks and licks all round my glans. I’m going crazy. No woman’s ever made me feel like this suckin’ my cock! Anil was right!
I’m saying, “Rod, keep it up! Don’t slow down! You’re great! Yeahh! Yeahh!”
He’s looking up at me, groaning around my hard cock. I can’t see my face, but I’m sure I’m smiling down at him. He does keep it up, O.K., just like I told him. Don’t know how long. Finally, I’m cumming. Like with me when he cummed, it’s coming outta the sides of his mouth, mixed with his drool. Once I’ve finished, he does what Anil had him do before. He cleans my cock with his tongue. He’s smiling now, along with me.
As he stands up, I go down on all fours. Why? I don’t want to do this. But, something is making me. I go down on my elbows and stick my ass up high. He’s kneeling down, scooping off my cum that dripped from his mouth to his chest. He’s fingering me just like I did him. That hurts. Don’t like it. He keeps doing it. It’s feeling better now . . . maybe not all that bad. Ouuu. He touched something. My cock jumped!
I tell him, “Rod, do that again. That felt fine.” He moves his finger back and massages back and forth. Damn! Now he’s got two fingers in me. He’s separating them. He’s doing my hole like I did his. How do we even know what we’re doing? This makes no sense . . . but it feels so good. Really, really good.
I look back at him. He’s pointing his hard dick at my ass. I know what’s coming. Is it gonna hurt? Yeahh . . . it hurts, all right. “Awww, nah, nah!” He keeps up, going in further each time. Umm, it’s not so bad as it was. Umm, ummm . . . not so bad at all. It’s getting kinda . . . kinda good. “Yeahh, Rod. Shove your big dick in me. Rub that spot! Ohhh, ohhh, dooo it, dooo me.” He keeps fucking me and thrusting harder and harder. It still kinda hurts . . . but it feels so good at the same time. I hear him moaning along with me. Now he’s starting to more of a shouting.
Rod’s crying out, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming. Mmmmm. Mmmmmm. Here it COMES! Yeahhh!” And, he does! I feel his super hard cock inside of me. I feel his pumping. I feel his cum leaking back outta my hole and down my thighs.
He pulls out. I go flat on my stomach on the floor. I’m all sweaty. Rod’s lying on his back about two feet away. Neither of us is looking at the other. I’m embarrassed. Super embarrassed. Maybe it’s the same for him.
I don’t know how long we’ve been lying here . . . but I’m crawling over to him. I’ve got his cock in my hand and starting to play with it. He’s groaning. He isn’t stopping me. I start licking it clean. Now, I’m putting my lips over its tip and beginning to take it all into my mouth. Right away he’s harder. Can feel him filling my mouth. Don’t understand why I’m doing this.
We’ve been sucking each other and fucking each other until we we’re so exhausted that we have just knocked out on the floor of his cage. We must have been at it for hours.
For the last several days, it’s been the same. Anil hasn’t come back – only the loin cloth guy. Rod and I just keep at it with each other. It’s like Anil said it would be. We can’t pay enough attention to each other’s bodies. We lick each other’s arm pits, nibble each other’s nipples, French kiss. We even lick each other’s holes!
I’ve never done more than take a few glances at another man’s body in a locker room. Never touched one. Rod told me it was the same with him. But, now – now, Rod’s body is something I can’t get enough of. The same for him about mine.
To Be Continued . . . .
