NOTE: This is the 6^th — and longest — part of a 12-part story. To start at the very beginning, click here.

By @reconkayar and @mmmph82

Part 6 – Into the Woods

Ben and Nathan are artful guiding Denny’s and Ken’s bound bodies into the bottom bunk. They are facing each other, and their knees and boots are against the van wall, faces laying down in the protruding half of the bunk, so their gagged faces are within sight of the other men at all times.  They aren’t bound together just yet, and there’s room to work in between. Ben is putting two ties on their lower bodies, leaning over them to tie boot ankles together. Then a tether around their lower thighs, not to be strenuous but to stabilize them against one another. Still, it’s close enough now that each captive can feel the hard cock of the other one.

Ben is now swapping Ken’s Devonshire for the Double Duty, a two-sided leather gag with plugs on both sides and which buckles in back of each head and keeps their mouths gagged and pressed together. Ken takes the silicone cock into his mouth and winces a little with the tightness Ben’s massive muscles apply to the strap.

What should be Denny’s half is hanging off Ken’s face, and Ari speaks up. “Let me help him.” He crouches by the bed, and once again there’s the creak and smell of Ari’s skintight leather pants. He cups Denny’s chin in his massive glove – and now Ari has wide leather wristbands on, inexplicably. “Where did THOSE come from?” Denny thinks to himself.

Denny moans with Ari’s leather gloved hands touching his wedge gag and seeing his leather arm bands. His leather smells good. As he holds Denny from behind while Ben tends to Ken, Denny can feel his hard cock in his creaking leather pants pressed up to his ass just rubbing. Denny can feel his breathing in his ear. He turns his head sideways to Ari. He tries – gagged – to communicate to Ari that it’s time to let him go.

“Denny, Denny, listen to me,” Ari says, “whatever you are feeling now, just pay attention. We all want to come out of this on the other side. Safe, and in one piece, yeh?” Denny nods.  “I think you want to be let go. Believe me it just is. not. time.”

“I know Nathan, believe me,” Ari tells Denny. “I know and respect him like my first brother.  I did my service in the IDF, you know we all had to, and I can tell you I would go with Nathan in the trenches before anyone else I know. I trust Nathan with my life, and now you’re going to have to trust him with yours. I’m sorry, but we are not giving you that choice.

“Anything else is a suicide mission. So maybe that makes this a real abduction, and I guess some of us always wanted to try kidnapping someone for real, and maybe we are getting our wish now.

“But all I really want, is more time with you, with all the rope, and the gags, and the leather, and the sex, but without the danger. I may or may not get that, my friend, but I’m sure I WON’T get it if you don’t take this gag, so that’s what’s happening now.”

In one motion, Ari deftly yanks the single gag out of Denny’s mouth. It’s easy to swap the other one in – he has Ken’s head to brace against, so immediately Denny feels the back of his head pressed forward toward Ken and the silicone cock fills up his mouth. The padding is not as soothing as Ari’s massive glove over his mouth, but it’s not bad. But mostly what he feels is a closeness with Ken that is completely new but confusing.  It’s soothing, but it’s scary as well.

They are exchanging breaths – their noses are touching, and they’re completely unable to speak to each other in words.  He’s known Ken for about an hour by now and they’ve shared some of the most harrowing moments of their lives, all so quickly. He doesn’t know if he’s ready for that or not. But Ken’s presence is a comfort, and the most natural thing to do feels like press their foreheads together and cry a little, letting out some of the anxiety and pain of being an unwilling bound and gagged captive.

Denny looks at Ken in awe but also confused and concerned. Ken’s eyes look to Denny like, we are fucked but glad you are also here.

“Mmmmmm,” Denny mouths as he tugs the gag, but it’s tight and it pulls Ken’s head toward him.

Ken tries to comfort him. he doesn’t have much to work with – he tries small motions of his chest brushing Denny’s chest – the closest he can come to stroking him with his hands tied behind.

As they tug the gag back and forth, Denny finds he is able to make small audible words, and the kidnappers enjoy it a lot.

“Mmmmmmmmm let mmmppph me gomppph!”

“Mppph helppmphh!”

And now Ben is securing them for the trip – three massive seatbelts built into the bunk – leather, rather than nylon – are buckled laterally across their bodies.  Otherwise they’d be thrown along like ragdolls and it has a subduing and weirdly calming effect on both men. Ben stands up, they are secured. He taps the back of the van three times with his open palm and Chad floors the van into the woods, hoping that he’s out to the road before anyone in the compound can tell how irregular this is.

It’s bumpy, and now both Denny and Ken realize how critical the belts are. With each other to brace against the belts holding them, they are physically protected.  Truly tied up, AND tied down.

After taking another trademark and very satisfied whiff of his glove, Ben goes back with the others. Ari and Nathan are arranged around the galley table and have some packaged items in stacks and seem to have something to discuss. Between the two captives it’s only Denny who can watch this council, but both of them can hear it.

Suddenly Ken feels Denny’s stiffened cock pressed up against him – he’s hard too.  He squirms and tries to position his hard-on against Denny’s. They can bond as brothers in ropes, Ken thinks, and this will calm Denny down.  Denny stares at him and tugs against the gag. Ken is looking at Denny, reassuring him it will be okay. Denny is consumed by conflicted feelings, thinking to himself – I really like the guys, but I’m also nervous and a bit scared, I guess.

Ben’s ropes and Ari’s gloves make Denny hard all the time, and his mind goes to the work they put into this, and it instantly makes him even harder.

Ari notices what’s going on, and he wanders over and steadies himself using a grab handle on the ceiling.

He swings himself around and straddles both men’s heads, places one gloved hand on his thigh and reaches down to their double-gagged faces with the other.

He caresses both of their cheeks, and the musky smell of Ari’s warm leather-encased crotch and glove adds to their arousal and desperation for release.

Denny looks at Ari’s hands and notice something. He’s wearing brand new leather gloves. These are more black and shiny and even tighter. He and Ken can smell the new leather from out of the packaging. Even as he thinks about how sexy this looks, he asks himself, WHY do they need new gloves?

Ben is standing back, studying all this, and (of course) smelling his tight new leather gloves. Ever the technician, Ben is gathering information about how to pacify kidnap victims. So far the bondage is very satisfactory, even if Denny’s was rushed and he didn’t get to tie Ken up, something he naggingly wants to remedy.

“Is it play time, Ben? Just look at these little gremlins,” Ari says.

***

Denny moans and continues to tug Ken in a backwards direction, trying to get out of the bondage. Ari is standing there watching them. Ken is just not moving, just enjoying, but Denny wants out. He’s been wanting out. They said they would let him. It’s time to make him more “comfortable” but show him he is not leaving any time soon — for now. Still dangerous to let go and a risk for them in case Denny says something.

All the team members have been trying to de-stress after their narrow escape from the goings on, while Chad continues laying miles down between them and the mess. They’re casting an eye from time to time back on Ken and Denny double-gagged, bound face to face, and strapped down for safety. And it’s Ben who doesn’t like what he’s seeing.  After a gloved check of the guys’ gags and bonds, Ben comes back to Ari and Nathan with a knit brow.

“Something’s not going as planned with those guys. I wanted this to be like a mini-aftercare after suffering at the tournament. Figured they had bonded, and Ken really seemed to be pleading for face to face. But they’re not rubbing each other and soothing,” Ben says.

Ben has observed and studied more bound and gagged men in his time than anyone Nathan has ever heard of, so he’s inclined to take Ben seriously and not make a snarky comment as Ben pauses, closes his eyes, claps his glove over his mouth and draws a long smell. There it is again. And he continues.

“He’s wearing out his tongue trying to find daylight behind the double gag, and he doesn’t stop protesting.  His hostagehood is over, but he’s not ready to come to terms with it, and I’m worried he’s going to mess with Ken’s head. It’s not healthy,” Ben says. “Ken’s moving through the process too fast for Denny, and Denny’s moving too slow.”

Nathan is convinced. “We have to separate them,” he says. “My only ground rule is they’ve still got to stay tied up, and someone’s got to attend each one. If you think Ken is ready to rest, I’ll get with him. But give him a different, secure position, and I’ll do the rest with touch. That’ll give you a chance to scrap the binding he’s been in for like two hours now. So rub his chest and body so he doesn’t seize up before he’s tied up again.”

Ben undoes the straps, and Ken is taken care of fairly quickly. Four padded black leather cuffs have already been positioned around the middle bunk, ready as soon as Ken’s gag goes back in and he is shepherded up to the bunk. Ben’s working of his muscles has relieved much of Ken’s stiffness, and he’s looking forward to stretching out a bit, even in a secure spread tie. As the massage began, Ken didn’t even want his gag removed, but Ben was insistent he needed some unimpeded breathing to oxygenate his whole body while untied, and after a few tears, and some resting of Ken’s head on his own shoulder, Ben gives him a bandanna gag – one rolled up and worked into his mouth, knotted cleave over that, and a wide tight seal over it all – it’s enough to make him feel legit gagged, but still something he can sleep in, and Ken relaxes.

Another couple minutes, and Ken is spreadeagled on the bunk, stripped to his jockstrap. His thick muscles and hairy chest are stretched tightly, tension displaced by wide padded restraints on his biceps and thighs. Gagged again, Ken sinks into a cocoon of sweet helplessness, his biceps and quads especially bulging as he struggles. His jockstrap pouch does nothing to conceal the arousal of his thick cock. Nathan – bare chested but gloved, joins Ken under the blanket and carefully works his nipples and cock until both of them are spent and drifting off.

Ari is left to tend to Denny, and he lifts Denny up to another bunk and lays him out. Denny is clearly still agitated and not at all comforted observing what happened to Ken. He wants to talk, and it looks like Ari is going to let him, but first Ari puts a gloved finger to his lips and looks intently at Denny. “Shhhhhh,” Ari tells Denny. “Ben’s going to take care of you next, but I’m right here.”  He tugs on the wedge gag strap, and Denny feels the tightness release. Ari works the plug out of his mouth and looks at him with concern. “Talk to me, bro.  Let it out.”

“I don’t know if I’m ready to talk yet,” Denny says.  “But I feel safe with you.  Is Ben going to tie me up again?”

Ari’s glove lays on Denny’s head. “Yes, buddy.  You’ll soon understand why.”

“Ugh. Why am I in this position? Aren’t you all finally letting me go?” Denny says. “You promised. This feels too much like a real kidnap. So much happened today.” Having been told he’s going to get tied up again, Denny asks, “Is he going to gag me again too?”

Ari strokes Denny’s cheek with his leathered fingertips and ruefully nods yes.

“Could you make him wait? What if you gag me instead after we talk?”

Ari breaks into a pitying smile, looks over his right shoulder at Ben and quickly back at Denny. He gets very close to Denny’s ear and whispers, “I got you, bro.  I think I can make that happen. Hang in there, buddy.  I’m going to be the one who takes care of you.”

Ben clambers up to the bunk. He crouches and talks in a low voice to Denny.  He doesn’t clap his glove over Denny’s mouth for a change, but it starts the way it always starts, with Ben taking a deep breath of the leather scent of his shiny new glove. “Denny,” he says, “I feel like we’ve parted ways since we were in the golf cart together, and I blame myself.”

“Just so you have a clear sense of what I do here, I’m not just the team rigger, keeper of the ropes and tier of knots,” Ben says.  “One of our core beliefs in this group is that every man – EVERY man – needs to be bound and gagged at least sometimes, based on circumstances. Some need it a great deal, others are situational. So it’s my job to read the psychology of men about to be in bondage and men already tied up. Before, during, and after – I’m supposed to understand them.”

“You’re traumatized over being the focus of a kidnapping, and I can see it’s hard to get over, especially when you aren’t allowed to speak,” Ben says.  “And since we all believe that your current captivity has a role to play in keeping you safe – and you STILL don’t accept that – well, I’ll be the one to say it.  You’re kidnapped now. Not for any of the usual reasons, but first and foremost we are trying to protect you and aren’t prepared to hear argument on this point, even from you.

“So if you want me to go to prison for that admission, I guess I will. But here’s what I think the problem is.

“You’ve been tied up almost all day.  First as a prank victim. Second as a hostage of war. Third as a protected party, but you’ve never been tied like a kidnap victim. So how can you be expected to feel the kidnapping is over?

“So I’m going to give you what your body and mind need in order to make sense of your world. I’m going to hogtie you like a kidnap victim.  And it’s not punishment, and it won’t be brutal. But it will be tight, and restrictive, and you won’t get loose until we untie you.  I think you know I can back that statement up.”

Denny looks at Ben and his eyes get big. “So now it’s very real? Like illegally real?”

Ben doesn’t address that question. “And I’m going to let you talk with Ari and have him be the keeper of the gag. And it won’t be a leather gag and you should have no trouble breathing. And as tomorrow rolls around, you’re going to see that you’re getting your freedom back, and yes there’s been a kidnapping, but the proof is in the bondage and it’s going to end.”

“But why? I don’t get it. It’s felt real to an extent all day,” Denny says.

With that Ben starts adding to Denny’s three-rope harness to create a restrictive hogtie. Ben pauses to see if Denny will talk while the tying is happening.

“Ugh. So now this is very real? I mean the game felt real all day. Why are you doing a real kidnapping now and not letting me go! No one is following you now and we are safe, right? Why can’t you pull over and let me get a taxi,” Denny says as he struggles a little bit with his wrists and moves them around.

“Denny, what we all failed to see is that it’s real because you’ve been feeling it’s real.  It’s not as simple as that, of course – believe what you will, we didn’t set out to target you as a kidnap victim,” Ben says. “It’s a change in circumstances that diverged us, leaving you feeling like a kidnap victim and us feeling like we had protective custody. I suspect you’re right about how the law would view things, but I’m equally convinced that we ARE still very possibly being pursued, and that there’s a lot of retribution out there over the trafficking fiasco, and I’d never forgive myself if you got hurt.  Yes, we’re overriding your judgment with ours right now, but we’re unanimous about it, and it’s 100% about your safety and our responsibility for you.

“So let’s hope feeling this bondage works on your body and brain, and that we can come back together somehow and bring the kidnapping to an end, no matter what the consequences. Ari’s going to take care of you now, and my advice to you is, take all the emotional and physical comfort he can possibly give you, because you deserve it.”

With that, Ben deposits a stack of six bandannas – three white and three gray – near to Denny’s head, and he climbs away.

Ari climbs back up into the bunk, big boots and all, shirt off and encased (as always) in leather. Denny takes in the smell of Ari’s leather mixed with his musk – he clearly hasn’t had time for a shower, still, but it’s warm and masculine and not unwelcome.

Denny is now closer to him than ever, close enough to get lost in his tattoos and piercings, and all he wants is for the kidnapping to be over and to be diving into Ari’s world of sensuality. After everything he’s been through today, it’s almost all he can think about, paradoxically.

Denny squirms around in his hogtie… Ben in the corner is grabbing his cock with his gloved hand through his pants, but Denny can’t see that.

Ari is laying on Denny’s stomach trying to move his wrists, but it feels way more restrictive than ever. Fuck, he thinks, it’s real now.

He turns over and faces Ari and takes his head and buries it in his tight skin clad leather body. Head on his stomach and chest with nose buried, smelling his manly body. “Ugh I am fucked now. Shit.”

“Denny, Denny, Denny, Denny,” Ari says.

Ari does a little acrobatic adjustment in the small bunk, and Denny ends up with Ari’s leather-clad legs wrapping around him on both sides. His head is being held in Ari’s crotch, and Ari’s shiny gloved hands are gently touching Denny’s body.  And Denny notices that he’s flicking his glove across Denny’s nipple at the same time as the other glove is tugging on his own (pierced) nipple.

When he grabs Denny’s balls with his glove, he’s cradling his own boys, massaging them through the black leather.  Denny is almost overcome with the smell. For the first time, nobody’s stopping Denny from speaking. There’s a pile of bandannas sitting there, but nobody’s shoving them in Denny’s mouth.

So yes, he’s tied more restrictively, but the messaging has changed, and it’s all different. Without a word, Ari is trying to tell him, see, I’m feeling what you’re feeling.

Denny’s face is on his leather crotch and his nose and mouth rub against Ari’s hard erection. Denny takes his lips and just moves along the huge leather cladded cock. He smells Ari’s manly smell. Ari can tell he’s almost hypnotized by his smell.

Denny’s face moves to his tight gloved hand near his crotch. His lips feel how skin tight the leather gloved hand is.

“Mmmm, you can’t take your gloves off can you?” Denny says. “Why do you smell so good in leather? Every time I try to escape you make me stay.”

“Denny, Denny, Denny,” Ari says. “First of all, you know we have to keep gloves on. If you know this is a kidnapping now, then you know why.

“And the smell – well, that’s how men should smell, shouldn’t we? I just know I was born to have leather on my body. Why, how does that make you feel?

“Are you saying you want more of that smell?” Now Ari’s glove is down Denny’s pants and leather fingertips are flicking the tip of his cock. Now he’s right in Denny’s ear. “Tell me how you’re feeling. I need to know it.”

“It’s so weird now that it’s so real,” Denny says, his hard cock throbbing. “Now I feel comfortable, and when it was a game I did not. I don’t get it.”

“I do,” Ari says quickly. “I do.  Ben gets it.  We all do. What’s happening is you’re coming back into balance. Your mind couldn’t process an end to the kidnapping because your body never felt the kidnapping begin.

“Of course you were tied up and gagged over and over. But your body and mind are responding differently to this bondage, so the kidnapping can end, because the kidnapping finally began, and your mind is understanding that now.

“Ben and Nathan know what they’re doing, my friend.  You can’t imagine how committed they have been to taking care of you. Why they keep ME around I have no idea – I’m just the feel good guy. I want pleasure, and I want men to have pleasure. Does my leather and my body give you pleasure, Denny?”

“It’s just comforting, and I think you being in control and showing it in a friendly but also different way is helping me,” Denny says quietly as he sniffs Ari’s leather gloved hand deeply. “So with you wearing these gloves, it protects you but it means I disappear?”

“Comfort is good, Denny. I’m glad you’re feeling comfort.  But I don’t deal in comfort, I deal in pleasure. Are you feeling pleasure now? I think you do, Denny, you’re smelling my glove – that smell gives me pleasure and I sense it’s doing that for you. And there was some of your precum on that glove, which means your body is telling me something.

“You will never disappear, my friend. I’m still Ari the hedonist right now, but now I’m playing kidnapper because we all need the closure. And the role demands gloves, it’s as simple as that.

“But as soon as this kidnapping is over, I’ll take off my glove and let you hold it in your mouth, and then I will kiss you, Denny, and we will both taste the same leather.”

“NOW what do you say?” Ari asks Denny with lust in his voice.

Almost a whisper, Denny asks, “Can you – make me disappear – for a while?”

“Only if I can keep you for my own pleasure while you are hidden from the world. Because I’m greedy for pleasure like that. How does that sound to you? You will be bound and safe, that I can promise you,” Ari says.

“So it would be consensual non-consensual?” Denny asks.

“Denny, only you can say that,” Ari says. “Remember, I don’t think in those terms. I think in the language of pleasure. I can tell you this. If during this disappearance, Ben comes into my quarters to tie me up and gag me so that you and I seek pleasure together, it will have my enthusiastic consent.”

Denny says, “I don’t even know why I asked that. Things have been rough finding a new place. All my stuff is in storage, and I took time off from my work-at-home job. That’s why I was chatting with you all way more than normal lately. But when would I be released?”

“It will be Nathan who tells us,” Ari says.  “You’re free to ask as much as you like. I hope we will all be safe and beyond risk very, very soon. But while I’m waiting for that I’m going to take as much advantage of this little treat that’s fallen into my lap, as much as you choose to let me, Denny.”

Denny says, “Well I guess as long as there is a risk to avoid, then it’s okay. I assume it won’t last that much longer … a few hours.”

“Here’s my advice, Denny,” Ari says. “Accept the ropes. Smell the leather. Explore my ink. Try the gag so you can howl into it when I blow your mind.  See if you learn to smell my sweat. Put your gag in MY mouth. Play with my nipple rings and my PA.  And smell the leather again and again.  Men like you and I were built for this, and I haven’t even said the first word about my boots, which I think you want to explore.”

“Oh I love your boots. They look hot on you.”

“You’re going to get to know them very, very well,” Ari says. “I love men who love my boots. And when I tell you this now, Denny, smell my boot while I say it.”

Ari curls up his left leg to where his boot ankle is next to Denny’s face.

“You’re kidnapped. you’re my special possession, and you’ve disappeared from the world.”

This sounds extremely weird but incredibly hot to Denny, and Ari can feel his body-changing feelings and tones. Denny’s nose and lips feel the smooth leather of the boot as he smells it. Gentle pressure from Ari’s gloved hand presses Denny’s face a little deeper into the boot leather.

“Okay, my friend, soon you’ll want your mouth gagged again, before you get out of balance again, but you tell me. I want to hear you beg. But only when you’re ready and no sooner. I have the bandannas ready.”

Again Denny retreats, “Ughhh, I don’t think I can handle being gagged again. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.” His face keeps down on the boot and he moves around in his hogtie, nose smelling the leather.

“That’s it, Denny.  Lose yourself, this is your world for now, and I’m right here. I won’t gag you until you’re ready.” Ari has unzipped his leather jeans and released his balls and commanding cock. Clearly euphoric over Denny bound and smelling his boot, his glove is lightly stroking his own shaft with fingertip pressure while his other glove is massaging the skin on Denny’s head. The smell is powerful. “Bring your tongue up here,” Ari says, his throaty voice betraying his intense arousal.

His gloved hands hoist Denny’s head toward his crotch, and Ari moans again.

Ari’s gloved hand takes Denny’s hand and places it over his own swollen cock. Denny’s lips move from the balls and smelling his sweaty manly balls and then his lips travel up to the tip of his cock…

Ari heaves forth a deep gasp as he feels Denny tonguing his cock, and instinctively he slides his booted ankles underneath Denny’s upper thighs, allowing Denny to be gripped by Ari’s ultra-black heavy leather boot shafts and lifted slightly by the toes of Ari’s boots. Inexplicably the whole experience recalls for Denny the floating sensation he got when lifted in his hogtie into the air by the Jungle team warriors. He doesn’t think about it – he just FEELS. He’s disappeared from “the” world – he’s just in “this” world that has himself and Ari in it – himself, Ari, that massive cock, tight hugging ropes, tight leather pants, glove smell, and those intimidating huge black boots. It’s something like bliss.

Ari’s gloved hand pushes Denny’s head down. Denny’s lips open and his mouth takes much of his cock. He helps Denny by moving his head up and down at the speed he wants it. Occasionally Denny chokes a bit as Ari’s huge cock hits the edge of his throat at times. It is HUGE, but the leather creaking sounds and – Denny thinks – the manly smells are AMAZING.

Denny’s mouth slides back and forth on Ari’s enormous hard cock. Denny doesn’t have use of his hands his head gets exhausted, so Ari helps prop his head and pushes back and forth. Now a little harder. And now a bit more speed, with Denny’s mouth coming off the cock as Ari pulls.

“Mmmmpppph,” Denny says as his mouth is filled with a large cock like one of the huge gags Ben gives him, and he finally understands why they put gags in his mouth. Maybe during the game to shut him up, he thinks, but it also simulates having their cocks in his mouth for training, maybe?

Ari and Denny are escalating in intensity, and Ari is the one who sees it – he wants more leather in the scene. Denny has no gag, and these bandannas just won’t cut it. And the light bulb goes on above his head – and he calls out: “BEN!  Silencer. NOW!”

Ben is used to requests like these, and he knows that if Ari asks there’s a good reason.  Ari knows when men need gags.  Always The Most Organized Guy in the Van, Ben knows exactly where it is, and in 20 seconds he’s ascending to the middle bunk, muzzle in hand, buckles jingling.

Ari knew it was the moment. While Denny may not know it yet, he is ready. As soon as Ben appears at the edge of the bunk, Ari – who has been straddling Denny’s hogtied body, hoists his booted leg over Denny and positions him so Ben has full access to Denny’s head.

Fresh from the throes of arousal and lust in his encounter with Ari, Denny looks up and it dawns on him what’s happening. He’s about to call out, and on one hand it doesn’t matter because they’re in a van and nobody’s going to hear.  On the other hand, this is Denny’s time to come to terms with being kidnapped, so process matters.

“NO! NO! Come on now, we don’t have to do this,” Denny pleads. “Ben, fuck off! Get away!”

Ben claps his shiny glove over Denny’s mouth as he’s opening it, and this time it’s not just OVER but IN.  Three fingers of his gloved hand are inside Denny’s mouth, and the taste of black leather is intense.

“Mmmpphhh, mmmmm, what mmmmmm moooo you doing mppphhh.”

Even inside Denny’s mouth, the gloves creak, and a wash of conflicting feelings is over him. On one hand he wants the stimulation of every smell and sensation he can get with Ari. On the other hand he’s not ready to just accept a gag without challenging it, but ultimately he can’t suppress the desire, and he begins sucking Ben’s fingers. The taste is amazing. He remembers the gloves are new and they’ve certainly never been in anyone’s mouth before.

Denny’s mouth pulls back, and the gloved hands come out of the mouth.

“Ahhh, come on, I thought it would just be a few hours and I’d leave. That looks huge,” Denny says.

Ben sighs, but gagging men is what Ben does. “Okay, Ari, let’s do this.” Ben grasps the stuffer plug on the muzzle and lines it up with Denny’s jaw.

Denny turns away. “NO, FUCK OFF! LET ME GO!” he’s able to yell with his head turned the other way.

Ari plants his glove over Denny’s skull – with his giant hand, one is all it takes.  He twists Denny’s head to face forward, and Denny cannot find any way to fight it.

“HEEEELLLP!”

That woke Ken up, and everyone hears including Nathan.

Denny is clenching his jaw again, and Ben has the stuffer insert positioned at Denny’s lips. But they aren’t opening.

Ari’s other glove pinches Denny’s nose, cutting off his airway. Denny lasts as long as he can, which is about 15 seconds, before there’s a gasp.

“Mmmmphhmmmmppphmmmmmpmmmmmm!”

“Mmmmmmm, GASP,” and Denny’s mouth opens.

Ben knows what he’s doing, and the stuffer plug is IN. The plug widens inside Denny’s mouth, and spitting it out is hopeless. He remembers the feeling from when this same muzzle was used on him to put him on display at the tournament.

Ari and Ben know how to tag team a muzzle from this point. The crown is flipped over and is fitted over Denny’s forehead. Again, Ari’s gloved hand rotates Denny’s head so that Ben has access to the three massive buckles that tighten the muzzle onto Denny’s head.

One at a time they are tightened, in quick succession.  Denny feels the pressure first on his forehead, then mid cheek, then chin. The gag is never coming out now, he thinks.

The last two buckles are the padded collar and the top of Denny’s skull.

And now Denny is a model kidnap victim – hogtied with hemp rope, muzzled, and gagged. Disappeared from the world, a plaything to give pleasure to and receive pleasure from Ari, and Ari – clad in leather and oozing with libido – looks like the cat that got the canary.

“All yours, bro – he’s gagged and trapped now. Make it good,” Ben says, and he disappears down to the main van compartment.

Denny shakes his head and moves backward on the bed away from Ari. He shakes the muzzle trying to push. It’s rather a sight, Denny trying to push that huge silencer gag out of his mouth. The fucker won’t budge at all. He tries to let out a moan or yell.

“Mmpfpsssssssssst,” is all there is coming from his face, air from his nose.

He tries to get off the bed, thinking he can thrust his bound legs all the way to the floor, but he realizes he’s on a top bunk and it’s too risky. Nathan is staring at him from the bottom.

Ari sees this is getting dangerous, but fortunately his own size and the power of leather restraint favor him, so as an immediate safety measure he quickly releases the lateral leather safety belts at the level of Denny’s lower back, just above the level of Denny’s bound hands. He buckles and cinches it, and Denny is tied down. Ari hoists himself up onto his knees, his leather crotch right outside the breathing opening of Denny’s muzzle, quite deliberately.

Denny is squirming and raging, but now it’s more like thrashing in place, and at least he’s not going to fall over the edge to the van floor and hurt himself.  Bound hand and foot, muzzled tightly, gagged, and strapped down, Denny is trapped, tied up, and most of all safe.

Ari is sensing Denny’s breaths across his crotch, mentally timing them to determine if the musky leather smell of Ari’s leather and ball sweat are managing to calm Denny down. It takes a while, but the cadence and character of Denny’s breathing does adjust, and before long he’s sucking his breaths greedily, taking in the leather smells and seeming to calm down.

He smells the leather, and all he can do is moan. No word can leave his gagged mouth with the huge Silencer gag, and his face is just looking at Ari’s crotch and leather legs and boots.

Ari hears Denny breathe into the muzzle … the only sound he can make besides some small muffs.

“Remember,” Ari says, straddling Denny’s muzzles head. “Accept the ropes. Smell the leather. Explore my ink. Test the gag so you can howl into it when I blow your mind.  Learn my sweat. Put your gag in MY mouth. Play with my nipple rings and my PA.  And smell the leather again.”

Denny looks at him and shakes his head no. He’s determined Ari won’t make me into something. Denny likes him and thinks he’s hot, but he feels he’s fighting for freedom at the same time. The ropes are so tight and being strapped to the bed, and all he can do is stare at his body. But he’s also bone hard.

“Fuck,” he says to himself. “Fight this, Denny, fight this.”

Every time he looks at Ari’s gloved hands, Denny is hard as a rock. For some reason deep down in the game it was hot to disappear and no one knew who took him. Now, he thinks, it’s even a different level and it’s better since Ari took control and wanted to keep him longer.

Ari sees him staring at his gloves and he knows why, and his cock gets harder and harder.

“Denny, please don’t fight. My gloves mean pleasure to you, we both know that.  Let yourself have the pleasure!” He extends his tattooed arms, brings his palms together right in front of Denny’s face, and begins to massage his shiny gloves together, right in front of Denny’s face.

The gloves are brand new, and the smell of leather is so strong. And as he massages his knuckles, the leather doesn’t just creak. It crackles. Denny inhales the gloved hands and look sat his tattoos on his body and just smells the leather. It’s really hard to dislike a tall muscled toned Israeli guy with large hands.

In the bunk below, Nathan continues to hold Ken. He is sleeping and has no issue staying as a captive, unlike Denny who won’t give in. Nathan’s gloved hand feels all over Ken’s cock and balls and slowly jerks him. Ken moans into his gag and moves around a little, but every move he is reminded of the very tight rope. His gloved hand moves over and cups his balls and gently begins to pull and tap with the other gloved hand.

“This is where you belong right now,” Nathan tells Ken. “With us. With me. Denny will eventually come around. Feels like you never want to leave, doesn’t it?”

They both can hear Denny moving around in the top bunk above them, but if Nathan knows Ari like he does, that will be fixed soon.

Sure enough, Ari leans out of the bunk at just that moment, beckoning to Ben. “Hey man. Need a hand. He’s going to need a lot more touch to come around. Muzzle’s good. But we need to spread him out. Let’s do this, eh?”

Ben’s ready for binding. Ben’s always ready for binding.

Ben appears in Denny’s view – he’s behind where Ari propped himself up to tease Denny with his gloves. “You know how we do this, right?” Ben says.

Denny tries to back up and stares at Ben with a look and shakes his head no.

“Grrrmmmmmmmmmphhhnooommm!”

Ari, as always surprisingly lithe for a giant man in 22-inch heavy boots, makes his way around toward the foot of the bed. Ben is pleased to hear Denny grunt. The muzzle is allowing very little sound out.

“Mmmmmggrmmppgmmmmm!”

Spread-eagling Denny is an intricate operation, but Ben and Ari carry it out with precision. Head compressed in the muzzle, he can’t quite make it all out. But it’s 1-2-3-4-5 and done. At 1 he is face down, still bound hand and foot but no hogtie. 2 – he’s on his stomach still but without his wrist tie and tight leather bondage mitts and cuffs are in his wrists and ankles. Rope and cuffs are being tossed between the two captors, and Denny can’t see quite how they’re managing.

Denny tries to let out a moan or yell, but he cannot move the plug in the muzzle of his mouth.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmohmmmpppmmmmmm!”

On beat 3 – Denny is flipped over and looking at the bunk ceiling.  The rope is off his upper body, and so is Denny’s shirt. Ben’s strong arms grab his wrists, which are pulled up and back, to the edge of the bed, where they snap onto the D-ring frame. There’s no tying – he’s instantly bound and vulnerable, on his back with his hands way above his head.

Denny looks up at the ceiling and lifts his head upward. He looks at his hands and tries to yank on them, but they are very tight.

On 4 – Denny’s pants have been removed (but his boots are on still), and he has wide black leather padded cuffs encircling his thighs. Ari grabs his ankles, one at a time, and he pulls.

“MmmMmmmmmpphmmmmmm!”

Denny gasps into the muzzle.  He has never been stretched like this.  And just as with his wrist mitts, the ankle cuffs efficiently CLICK and snap onto the bed frame.

On 5, the last beat – Ben produces two long, thin black leather straps, about 7 feet long from what Denny can see.  He wonders what these can possibly be for. He feels so tied up and exposed already.

There’s a one-two-three-four sequence for the straps, and Ben and Ari carry it out rhythmically:

1. End of the strap attached to the side of the bunk frame, even with Denny’s bicep.
2. Other end threaded through the D-ring in a cuff around Denny’s bicep.
3. Pulled tight and threaded through Denny’s thigh cuff.
4. Strap is run back to the frame, looped through a D-ring. Ari hands it back to Ben, who pulls it TIGHT and snaps it down back up near the other end. The same operation is carried out on the other side.

Denny’s body is now fully immobile, pulled and attached to the bunk frame in every possible direction.  About all he has any mobility to do is thrust his pelvis a bit, but even that is impeded by the thigh ties, and it’s getting even harder as Ari slides a bolster cushion under Denny’s tailbone to improve access to his junk.

With all the times Denny has been tied up today, nothing else has been as tight as this, not the van seat tie and gag, and not box tied and muzzled on the stool for display. He is unspeakably helpless, and his cock feels as if it’s going to explode.

Denny moans through the muzzle and tries to move his body, but it’s impossible.

Before Ben leaves, he’s showing keen interest in the performance of Denny’s muzzle. It’s a new piece of equipment, and Ben has observations to make. His tight gloved fingers are checking tightness on every strap and adjusting here and there. The top strap is released one hole, which Denny is grateful for because the buckle was uncomfortable on his skull. He feels his head finally has a little slack, but that relief is short lived.

“Mmmmmmmmphmmmmmmmmm!”

“Mmmmphmmmmmmmmmm!”

“Mmmmmmmellpp helmmmpphhhh!”

Ben makes adjustments to the jaw straps on both sides, increasing tightness around the back of Denny’s head and forcing him to clench even more on the stuffer gag invading his mouth.

Weirdly, this gives a little less pressure on his airways, and breathing is slightly easier. But his mouth is shut more tightly around the leather pad than before, so his ability to make noise is reduced even further.  He has never been so GAGGED.

Now there are clicks and more clicks – on his head first, then ankles, then wrists. Ari and Ben are fastening the padlocks, manifesting Denny’s bondage. If he had doubt he was being kidnapped before, his mind and body know it now.

Denny’s cock becomes extremely hard with Ben there and the small locks and the creaking of leather gloves on his head. He has proven again I cannot escape, Denny thinks.

He wants to say “let me go” but can’t even do that.

Denny first smells, then feels, Ben’s glove stroking his cheek. He can tell Ben is very satisfied with this treatment for him. He moves his face close, he can smell Ben strongly.

There’s a whimper from behind Denny’s gag.

“Mmmmmmmm,” Denny says as he closes his eyes with Ben there.

“Denny – don’t shut your eyes. LOOK at me,” Ben says.

Denny’s eyes open, and he stares at Ben.

“I know this is tight, but you’re doing great,” Ben says.  “This is exactly what you need right now.”

Alarmed, Denny jerks his head back and forth, NO. How can I need this?

This time, Ben does nothing to stop Denny.  With the security of the reinforced bunk frame, he seems certain Denny is beyond escape and – for that matter – beyond attracting any attention from inside the van like this.

“It’s okay, Denny.  Good man, GOOD man.  I respect your struggle,” Ben says. “Struggle all you like, that’s why we did this. Let it all out, brother, I’ve got you covered.”

Ben squeezes Denny’s stretched pecs with is gloved hands and plants a small nuzzle and kiss on the outside of his gag, then leaves Ari to take care of him.

Nathan has been observing what’s going on, and – now satisfied – he tucks himself back in with Ken, who is still spread eagled and gagged himself and whose cock is still hard. Nathan was stroking him when the commotion started, but Ken hasn’t cum yet. Nathan puts a reassuring hand on Ken’s cock, which is hard, but cold.

Nathan props himself up on his knees.  His captive needs care. “You’re so cold, buddy, we need to keep you covered up.” He crouches over Ken’s cock and breathes warm breath onto it and holds his erection in his warm hands to transfer heat. He pulls up the blanket, gets very close to Ken and props himself up on his elbow. A one-sided conversation ensues.

“They had to spread out your friend up there and pin him down much tighter,” Nathan tells Ken.  “He had some struggle to work out, but I think he’s better now.  Can’t neglect you, though. Do you need that too? Much tighter?”

Ken thinks about this – he’s not sure what signal to give.  He tentatively shakes his head no.

“No?” (No.)

“Not now?” (No)

“Maybe later you’ll want it tighter?” (vigorous YES)

“Do you need the gag out for a bit?” (No)

“Drink of water … maybe later?” (Yes)

Nathan is cradling Ken’s boys in his right hand, trying to warm them. “I didn’t let you cum yet – do you want to orgasm now?” Again, Ken has to consider it, he can’t think out loud since he’s gagged, but he shakes his head. (No)

“How about this, let’s stay under the blanket, my body will keep you secure and warm, okay? And I stroke you now and then ’til it’s time and you’re ready?” (VIGOROUS yes)

“Mmmm, good, GOOD man, buddy.” Nathan pulls down his pillow and lays his head on it next to Ken. His right glove comes up to Ken’s chin and he flexes his shiny black-clad fingers a few times, imprinting Ken further with the smell, before laying the glove down on Ken’s face over his tight Devonshire gag. Nathan sinks into the pillow and closes his eyes.

Meanwhile, Denny watches the monitor of the dash cam and the tight black gloved hands on the wheel from the TV monitor as he knows where they are and it’s clear they are not stopping. This is a realistic kidnap, regardless if they are running from the cops. Where are they going? Who knows. “But,” Denny thinks to himself, “they are fucking with me to show I am not escaping. I cannot even make a word but being in this position kind of makes me horny. Somewhat nervous but horny. I know they won’t hurt me, but I wonder what’s up their sleeves…”

Ari comes back on the bed, tightening his thin black gloved hands. Denny can hardly move, and he knows Ari will do things to him and he just has to take it. But maybe it’s time to just let him and give in, he thinks. It’s what he wants, it’s what Ben wants, but Denny thinks to himself he really wants out, but he feels – “I just love Ben and Ari’s gloved hands and body. Maybe they will show me a realistic kidnap can be fun until they are free from trouble and I can leave.”

Ari begins to climb on Denny with his leather knees on either side of him, straddling Denny with his boots.  Denny relaxes his body to show him he is ready even as he still eyes the TV monitor, thinking, “Oh, I’m fucked.”

Ari is being a smartass now as he straddles, rubbing his shiny gloves together and knowingly making them crackle.  He lowers them down to Denny’s muzzled face and continues, because he has figured out it drives Denny to distraction, and he wants Denny’s attention off the TV monitor.

“Now where WERE we, Denny?”

“Oh right, we were talking about PLEASURE. My favorite subject…”

His tone changes, “How are you, Denny? Is everything tight?” As he says this he runs his fingers up and down the tether attaching Denny’s bicep to his thigh – first one, then the other.

“Mmmmm.” (yes)

“Good, it’s tight. That’s what we’re going for.  So maybe now your body and mind are more ready to receive pleasure.  Where do you think we’re going to find it?”

“Ahh…. right, that’s MY job.”  Ari grins and rubs his gloved hands again. More crackle.

Denny can’t help feeling like a bound sheep looking at a wolf.  He can almost see wolf ears and fangs on Ari.

“Mmmmmmm!”

“First stop” – Ari runs his shiny gloves from Denny’s traps down his chest, palpating the muscle and stopping to press any knots he finds. The gloves come to rest on Denny’s nips. And Denny feels his nipples being pinched – first gently, then harder – between tightly leathered fingertips.

But not at once.  He alternates, with gradually escalating pressure. Denny’s hips start to roll, and he feels his outer thighs brush against Ari’s tight leather pants. Ari lets out a slow, evil laugh, which seems to last a long time. “I think we found some pleasure here, Denny, what do YOU think?”

Denny notices on the monitor that the van passes by the hotel and street very slowly at the same time he evilly laughed. At that moment it strikes Denny that he could be kidnapped for a long time.  And somehow it puts his mind into reality to submit more. He shakes his head yes as the van speeds up and the monitor turns off.

There’s a firm pinch on both nipples now, and then they are released. Ari has his fingers on his own chest, and he’s playing with his nipple rings.  His cock is back down the right leg of his skintight leather jeans, and as Ari plays with the piercings Denny can see the outlines of Ari’s growing erection.

Now Ari is down on his hands and knees taking in the smells on Denny’s body.

Starting with the muzzle – Ari is taking in the leather smell, running his nose up and down the temple strap on one side.  On the next pass, he uses his tongue, and runs it down the side of the muzzle to taste the sexy black leather.  “Mmmmmmm,” he says.

“Mmmmmmmm,” Denny responds. His body rushes and gets some chills because Ari is hitting the right spots.

Then, surprising Denny, Ari plants a long kiss on Denny’s muzzle. But unlike Ben, he doesn’t let up, he’s pressing his mouth down onto the muzzle and directly on the tight gag.

Ari presses a little more. Denny’s head, previously one of the few parts of himself that he can move, is tightly pinned down.  It blows Denny’s mind to feel this immobilized and helpless under Ari’s kiss, and he comes through with a deep groan that escapes even from his brutal gag and muzzle. This is what Ari wanted, and he carefully releases Denny from the kiss.  His nose and tongue are making their way farther down until he’s at Denny’s side, with his pits exposed and vulnerable.

Ari closes his eyes and takes in the musk from Denny’s pits.  After a long day of captivity and stress, they are warm and pungent. Ari takes in the smell and moans, and then runs the tip of his tongue the length of Denny’s armpit – tickling him.

As Denny squirms, Ari repeats the process on the other side.  And then it’s to his nipples. Propped up on all fours, Ari lowers himself to Denny’s nipples.  He already knows they are sensitive, and he flicks the tip of his tongue against Denny’s hard nips.

One, then the other, and then as he goes back and forth, Denny feels Ari’s teeth.

“Mmmmmmmmmm,” Denny’s nipples are sensitive, and feeling the teeth drives him just about wild. He tries to move back and forth to get Ari off of him, but he is literally locked down on this bed.

“MmmmmmMMMMMMmmmmmm.” Denny finds himself able to make sounds he never thought he could in the muzzle.

As he nibbles, Denny realizes Ari’s shiny leather gloves are grasping him around the bottom of his ribcage. Ari rocks back on his knees, again towering over Denny and making him feel more captive and more submissive. His gloves come down gently on Denny’s abs, tracing the muscles beneath Denny’s skin. The palm goes back and forth down the abs and back and forth across the navel and all the way to the pelvic area.

And then a backhand SLAP to Denny’s abs.  The leather snaps against the bound and gagged captive’s torso. Again, Denny pulls uselessly against his cuffs and gag.

Another SLAP, and then another. Denny is flexing his abs in resistance, and Ari seems to love this.

At last, with Denny’s abs showing redness, Ari moves on. And so it continues down the body – first the leather gloves – a stroke with the palm then a SLAP with the backhand of the glove. After that the nose, so Ari can smell.

Then strategic use of the tongue. There’s plenty of exploration of each crevice around Denny’s junk, and Denny can scarcely stand the tongue work – he tries to thrash and move away from Ari’s invasive tongue, but that’s useless. On the cock there’s no sucking, but there’s flicking of his tongue on the frenulum and exposed cockhead, both of which send Denny nearly into orbit and remind him how tightly and helplessly he is gagged and bound. The pressure on his head from the harness assures him of that.

Ari has realized that Denny is enjoying the intimacy and torture. Especially the gloved hand slapping his abs and body. I am going to have fun with this one, he thinks.

So it continues down Denny’s legs, including a good long set of palm slaps on the inside of his thighs, which prompts much tugging on the leather cuffs being worn on Denny’s hands and feet.

At this point Denny’s cock is extremely hard, and Ari can see precum just oozing inside on the top of the cock. After tasting Denny’s toes, Ari stands up on his knees and addresses Denny. “Denny, I think we have found some pleasure, my friend!  And as our little kidnap victim, I’m pleased you got to struggle very hard, Ben is right, you’re an excellent captive! And look at all the precum collecting at your cock.”

Denny loves the way Ari pronounces it – “caulk.”

“But Denny, I think there’s some pleasure on my legs that you are still missing. Why don’t we see? I think we’ve established you like the smell of leather, and earlier today we determined you like these boots, haven’t we?”

He lounges at the opposite end of the bunk, facing Denny. His ass is resting between Denny’s legs, and his skintight leather clad legs and masculine biker boots are stretched out toward the head of the bed, boots planted on either side of Denny’s head.

His groin is lined up touching Denny’s, and Ari can grasp both cocks in his massive glove and pump them. The stimulation is almost too much for Denny.

“My boots, Denny, my BOOTS.”

Denny’s muzzled head moves to the left and sees his tall boot. He wears his boots well, and Denny flashes on the realization he has always had a thing for boots on a guy. His head rubs the tip of Ari’s boot and feels the stitching on the bottom. Denny keeps rubbing, hearing the creaking and crackling of leather.

Ari flexes his ankles, causing a creak in the boots and releasing even more leather smell.

Denny finally gets to see the bottom of his boot – modified no-traction soles, he observes. These fuckers are serious with their games. It’s so hot, though, to see his boots like this, Denny thinks, and it actually makes him admire Ari more. His nose is just buried on his Ari’s sole, and Ari can hear his moans.

“Heh, heh, buddy,” Ari says, “now, no matter how tied up you are, you’ll always know they are MY boots.”

Denny nods.

Ari suddenly rocks himself forward and lands on his knees, straddling Denny again. Denny can smell Ari’s manscent from the sweaty balls still hanging out of his unzipped leather jeans, as well as the overpowering leather from his boots and Denny’s own muzzle, which stretches and creaks any way Denny tries to move his head.

Ari is messing with his tight leather pants. He buttons up the waist but leaves his junk hanging out through the fly. Then he reaches into his jeans pocket and Denny sees him pull out a skinny length of chain, his eyes rapt and trying to discern what he’s seeing. At the end of the length of chain, Denny now sees, is a pair of nipple clamps, and Ari holds the bight of the chain in his mouth and he flicks at Denny’s nips until they are hard. He drops the chain from his mouth and applies the clips simultaneously, saying, “I think we found some pleasure here, Denny, didn’t we? It’s so hard to remember…”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” the wedge in Denny’s mouth is fucking huge and he wants to scream, but all he can do is bite down as his tongue is trapped and even his cheeks feel the leather wedge.

Denny closes his eyes tightly as he feels his nipples tighter and tighter. He wants to complain and scream so bad right now, but it’s impossible. This is the biggest gag ever, even bigger than what’s been in his mouth all day. He can’t even rock it around.

Now Ari moves to place his boots and leather thighs in close proximity to Denny’s muzzle.  Denny notices for the first time that – although Ari can’t possibly stand up in the bunk, the bunk ceiling has grab bars laterally that Ari can hang from, which helps him move around as if they’re monkey bars.

Denny forms a thought. “Even if they were at a gas station pumping gas, no one would be able to hear me,” he realizes.

Ari hangs over Denny’s shoulders now, his cock hanging over Denny’s face. Ari has lubed it up, and now he’s slowly stroking his hard-on with his shiny glove. At the same time he’s raising the shaft of one of his massive boots to lay the boot against Denny’s muzzle and lets him smell.

First one boot.  Then the other one. Then he lowers his leather clad crotch down to the muzzle so Denny can smell his pants.  Again, he’s measuring Denny’s breaths to be able to distinguish horniness from relaxation from panic. He can hear ragged but deliberate breathing in through Denny’s nose.

Horniness, he concludes.

Ben is suddenly peering over the rim of the bunk – “Hey, how’s he doing?” He looks at Ari, whose shiny black gloved fist is wrapped around his cock. “YOU’RE obviously doing fine,” Denny has never heard Ben make a joke before.

“He’s fine,” Ari says, with a couple more idle strokes of the cock as he rocks back on his boot heels. “I think a muzzle check is timely, though, especially since this is a new model. We still have our Duty of Care.”

“Mmmmmmm,” Denny wants this gag out but they ignore him. He stares into Ari’s eyes, begging.

Suddenly Ben’s smell is taking over. He’s directly above Denny. He unbuckles the collar but leaves the rest of the muzzle on. Ben draws smell from his tight, shiny gloves, and then the gloves are all over Denny’s head. First he comes from beneath with his gloved fingers and palpates Denny’s neck muscles. The collar has been on for a while and hasn’t left Denny much mobility.

After loosening up the muscles, Ben adjusts to a snug grip of Denny’s muzzled head and keeps it lifted, fully supporting the weight. “Breathe in the leather, then exhale fully,” Ben instructs.

Denny stares into Ben’s eyes, “Mmmm’mmmmmmmmmmm.” He breathes in and closes his eyes, moans and exhales.

Ben knows Denny wants this gag out. It’s gigantic, and they know it.

At the bottom of the exhale, Denny receives a quick chiropractic adjustment of his neck from Ben. It takes Denny completely by surprise, and he hears several pops in the cervical region, and it feels amazing.

“One more time, Denny, leather in, CO2 out, let’s go.” He breathes in and then lets go again and exhales. And another adjustment to the neck.

Now that he’s done this, there’s a surprise. Ben draws Denny’s head up toward the bunk frame and there’s an unexpected ‘click’ to the frame – of COURSE – the D ring on the top of his muzzle has been clipped to the bunk, making his bondage a nine-point spreadeagle. Denny’s head, heretofore just about the only thing he could move, is now immobile.  It’s startling, and unwelcome, but his sense of horny helplessness is amazing.

Ben tucks a wedge-shaped bolster pillow under Denny’s neck to support the weight, and now his tight, sexy gloves are all over Denny’s muzzled head, fingers tracing straps, wiggling against buckles, reaching into gaps and checking refresh rates, making sure the gag is properly seated and that the muzzle is tight, but not pinching.

For the first time in a bit, Denny is frightened again – this immobility has him on the edge of panic. But Ari is by his side right on cue, dangling the chain from Denny’s nipples, which Denny had nearly forgotten. He holds it tantalizingly in the air so Denny can see it. “Denny…” (Denny still loves how Ari says his name – it always sounds like “Danny”) “… are. you okay?  I need you to be tough now. I need you to be okay. And then more pleasure, I promise you.  Can you manage?”

Denny stares at them both, not sure. He shrugs his shoulders then shakes his head as the muzzle creaks leather to signal he wants it out. He looks at them both and they can see him trying to dislodge the gag.

“Denny, Denny.  I have faith in you.  This is just a little test.  I would not expect much progress with that gag on your own!  Ben just checked everything. I think you’ll be fine,” and he nods toward Ben.

Ben wants everyone listening and barks out “GAG TEST, MIDDLE BUNK!” and there’s silence. He nods back at Ari, who lifts the chain and adds stretch to Denny’s nipples.

Denny closes his eyes and moans as loud as he can from the pain.

“Mmmmmmmmmpppppppsssttttt! Mmmmmmpsstttmmmmpsrttttttttttt!”

It’s literally almost silent. The collar padding helps to drain the sound from the throat, and literally no word – NOTHING – comes from the mouth.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm!” but no sound can come out. Again. Nothing. He can’t call out for help.

“Very good, Denny, you pass!” Ari pats his glove on Denny’s muzzled head and reaches up with his other gloved hand to release his head from immobility. Denny is overwhelmed, thinking that however completely he may think he is bound and gagged, Ben and this crew always have some way to enhance his bondage and make him even more helpless.  Nothing he ever knew before today about men being tied up has prepared him for the experiences – or feelings – he’s having today in Ben’s ropes and restraints.

Denny is exhausted, but his cock is hard as a rock. He continues to try to push this gigantic wedge out of his mouth, but it won’t budge. They are enjoying keeping this wedge inside. Denny’s tongue is pressed down. He’s able to move it a bit but he can’t slide it on the sides as the wedge takes up the entire mouth.

He’s in the middle of wanting to be free but trying to talk and can’t and extremely aroused by them doing things to his body and he can’t stop them.

And so it is that Denny is in a bunk, spread-eagled inside a van, his hands and feet stretched out and clipped down, cuffs on his arms and legs limiting his movement further, an epic gag stuffing his mouth beneath a snug and creaking leather muzzle that squeezes his head. He is tied up, tied down, muzzled, gagged, bound, naked, and nothing he does will bring his restraint and kidnapping to the attention of anyone beyond Ken and the other four men inside the van.

And at the same time he’s also in a private bunk having his exposed body teased, stimulated, and ravaged by a tall, lanky, curly-haired, tattooed Israeli man who fairly drips sex from his pores, clad in black leather pants as tight as Denny has ever seen and the biggest, baddest, sexiest boots any man has ever worn. He’s got leather gloves and wristbands on, and Denny thinks he couldn’t have fantasized such a man into existence if he tried.

And this guy – yes, THIS guy! – is kneeling over him in total control, having kidnapped him from the world and poised to do whatever he wants with him, and yet he hasn’t raped Denny nor brutalized him, he’s just sensitized every inch of Denny’s body and got his cock to raging.

There’s a clutch of activity down in the van, and again the monitor is on. Denny can see they are refueling the van, and suddenly it strikes him that he’s in public, seemingly within earshot of members of the public who could call the police and rescue him from his predicament!

And suddenly his “gag test” makes more sense. How is anyone going to hear him?

Denny looks at the monitor… FUCK, he says in his head. FUCK. Here is my chance. He raises his head as much as he can and tries to let out his loudest yell.  The men watch and see him inhale through his nose and then his lungs expand and out comes through his mouth ….

“MMmmmmmpppssstt pppsssttrtmmmm!”

Fuck. Try again.

“MMMMmmmm psssst!”

Denny thinks, “Where is this air coming from when I try to talk? It’s like a hiss. It’s like my words turn into air. No one can hear me. I try to move my arms around to hit something, but everything is tightly restrained.”

“Denny, Denny, Denny,” Ari says (Denny is starting to notice he always says it three times now). “Take it easy, easy, soldier.” Once again Ari is straddling his body, and at least Denny can turn his head to take everything in.

-shakes head no-

-looks at monitor-

“MMMmmmmmmpsssttttt ppssst!”

Denny tries to move his tongue onto the side. He’s got to do something. FUCK, the stuffer gag is massive! It’s just too big!

With Ari close, all the leather smells are washing over Denny again.  His brain can pick them all up at this point – the heavy oil tanned smell of Ari’s boots, his fragrant leather pants, and the crackling black gloves that are now stroking both sides of his tight muzzle. “Shhhhhh, Denny, Denny, Denny.”

He glances over his shoulder and understands Denny has figured out about the gas stop.  Ari, by contrast, is not worked up at all. “Ahhhhhh soldier, you thought you could get a callout past that gag in your mouth, I understand.  Denny, Denny, Denny, I do understand.”

And his left hand moves to the front of the muzzle and covers the gag compartment. Ari leans into it, and there’s an instant connection in Denny’s mind. Denny feels the pressure on his face, temporarily unable to turn his head because of the pressure from Ari.

The pain from his nipples and trying to get help outside the van has his body stirring.  He tries again to slide his tongue. He slowly can feel it pushing on the side. He keeps sliding it, and – AH – he’s got it on the side of his cheek – OUCH MPPPPH – the pain for stretching it. He touches the side of the massive wedge, and he cannot get it over the top. It completely fills the mouth! FUCK… his tongue slides back under.

Ari is pressing the gag harder, and it might have been uncomfortable at the back of Denny’s throat, except that he catches the plug in his back teeth and bites down. And the instant connection washes over Denny like a revelation. HIS mouth and Ari’s hand are connected. Connected in a way Denny craves from this man.

Denny shakes his head with the gloved hand over his face and mouth. The more he bites down the larger it feels, and it feels like it’s molded inside his mouth. It’s Ari’s hand on his mouth, skin to skin.  Except that it’s not.  All the paraphernalia of kidnapping and captivity, or restraint and sexual fetishism, it changes the game.

Denny keeps looking at the monitor, and Chad gets inside the van and shuts the door and turns on the engine. Denny tries one more time, but as he does he looks at Ari…. and it doesn’t even make a grunt. And the van takes off.

In between hand and mouth are layers and layers of leather. There’s Ari’s glove, on top of a handcrafted heavy black leather muzzle compartment sealing his mouth, followed by a garment leather pad muffling his speech, and a formidable leather-encased mouth plug filling his mouth from cheek to cheek.  And Denny thinks…

Ari’s dominance – the pressure from his hand, Denny’s own resistance, the pushing back from his mouth – are touching each other as genuinely as any skin-to-skin contact. And that this leather-saturated connection between the two of them – despite his captivity, despite having disappeared from the world, despite the opportunity to be seen that just slipped away seconds ago as the van pulled out…

That connection between dominance and resistance that puts Ari so close to him – that connection is something Denny deeply, deeply wants.

Ari’s thumb is now stroking the muzzle directly over Denny’s gag, continuing that pressure and conveying his dominance over Denny.  Denny is feeling the dominance, but also the affection Ari sends through his gaze, and he waits to hear what Ari’s sexy voice will say next.

As Ari calms Denny down and strokes his gag, Ari and Denny are locking their eyes, even through all the leather layers of Denny’s muzzle. Are they becoming infatuated? Still taking a measure of each other? Planning further exploits? Planning escape? It’s not clear.  Maybe all of these things are happening.

Only when Nathan shows up at the bunk and starts climbing in are they interrupted in their hypnotic contact. Nobody says a word – of course Denny is gagged and can’t say anything…

But the unspoken language between the team members is on display, and Nathan looks at Ari, brings two fingers to his lips, taps them and points down toward the main bunk where Ken is. Ari nods, gives Denny’s gag one last push, pats his glove three times against his muzzle cheek and says, “Denny, Denny, Denny…” before climbing out of the bunk.

This is the first time Denny has seen Nathan shirtless.  He’s bare-chested and wearing only a pair of tight black boxer briefs he’d had on in bed with Ken. His gloved hand cups Denny’s chin and moves Denny’s head around a bit. He’s aware of the risks of longer-term bondage, and he wants to keep mobility in Denny’s neck.

“Hey buddy,” Nathan says.  “What am I gonna do with you?” He shakes his head.

“Ben had to explain it to me for 20 minutes. I hope you appreciate him, he gets you.”

“Mmmmpsst,” Denny’s head is moved all around and he feels his neck. He continues to moan but lightly.

“So now I’m a kidnapper. And maybe twice over, since you lobbied me to rescue Ken!” Like Ari, he’s stroking that same space over Denny’s gag as he speaks. “He’s okay, by the way. I’m sure you would have asked if not for that gag.”

“He’ll be fine – he’s been through a lot we didn’t even know about, but he is fine with being tied up and gagged until his release.”

“You, on the other hand,” he chuckles.

“I feel like I’ve said this over and over, but I must be out of my fucking mind,” Nathan says, “even to think of releasing you back into the wild.  But I’m going to do it. Ben’s tried to sway me, but I’m not changing my mind, regardless of where the chips fall.”

“Mppppmmmmmm,” Bound and gagged, Denny gathers his thoughts. Nathan has always been calm and nice to him and kept his word when something was wrong or if he had an issue. I could trust him, Denny thinks.

“I brought you some water. Let it never be said we’re evil kidnappers.  Obviously your muzzle is coming off if you’re going to take water. But we’ve talked about this over and over and you know my stance.  You’re getting gagged after that, until I release you.  And you’re taking the gag either willingly or if three of us need to force it into your mouth. I’d rather we do this the easy way.  Are you going to take your gag again after you drink?”

Denny looks at him and nods yes, but reluctantly. He trusts Nathan though, and he’s not like the others. He’s the most relaxed.

“All right.  We have to trust each other now,” Nathan says as he reaches for the back of Denny’s neck and the three big buckles get undone. Next is the top buckle on top of his head, and he can now gently ease the muzzle off his face and the fearsome gag plug out of his mouth.

Denny is shocked by how weak his jaw feels, and he can’t even eject the gag plug with his tongue. So Nathan’s gloved fingers step in to help.  The paradox of this gentle giant easing his gag out with such a delicate touch is not lost on Denny.

And once the gag is out – instinctively – Nathan claps his left glove over Denny’s mouth. Denny is about to protest, but Nathan says nothing and puts a gloved finger to his lips. “Shhhhhhhh,” he says, shaking his head.

Nathan reaches his other gloved hand around the back of Denny’s neck and releases the collar.  The whole heavy weight of the muzzle is lifted off of Denny and laid beside him. Denny gets turned on immediately when the transition happens, and he’s silenced. Once again he cannot say a word.  His cock is extremely erect, and Nathan can feel it.

NOW – at last – Nathan removes his glove from Denny’s mouth, still watching him warily.  He half-expects him to burst out screaming, and he braces himself for trouble. He picks up the cold bottle of water and holds it up in front of Denny, raising his eyebrows, as if to say, “Who’s making the first move, bro?”

Denny raises his head and gets near the bottle as far as his neck and upper back can reach. Nathan smiles and reaches around with his massive arm to support Denny’s head with his gloved right hand.  With the left he tips the bottle gently and lets Denny sip from the bottle.

After his drink, Denny is looking at Nathan, and Nathan is looking back at him. His head leans back on the pillow of the bed. Nathan is still a bit braced, not sure of what Denny will do.

“Thank you, I needed that,” Denny says very low. “You make a good kidnapper, but you may be too nice.”

Very very quietly, Nathan moves in to Denny’s face and says, Wwant to wait on the gag for just a bit?  I still have my glove here.  You’ve been tied up a long, long time, I realize. Maybe I just stay here and look after you a bit?”

Denny nods.

Nathan has come up with the leather wedge gag, thinking the muzzle could have been a bit much for Denny. He takes it off his belt and shows it to Denny.  “Now?” he asks, “or stick with my glove for a while?”

He lays the leather gag across Denny’s chin and cheek.  Denny can smell it, and he can smell Nathan’s gloves too. “Choice is yours, dude,” Nathan says.

“I need you and your gloved hand for a while,” Denny says.  “You help calm me down more than anyone else.”

Nathan’s muscles relax. He stacks the wedge gag up with the muzzle next to Denny. He slides his gloved hand over Denny’s mouth, massages his jaw a little and leaves his hand resting gently but firmly on Denny’s mouth. He settles down next to Denny, relaxing his head, and hugs Denny close, hand gagging him all the while.

“If it was just you in the game and maybe I wouldn’t have wanted out so quick and I’d help you and stay as long as you needed. But the rest are sex addicts mopppph,” Denny’s sentence is cut off. He moans as the gloved hand is firm on his mouth. His cock gets fully erect again as he looks at Nathan and he leans his head on him.

Nathan is settling in with Denny, who is preparing to get a little rest while bound spreadeagle. Nathan is snuggled up on Denny’s right side, with his left arm curled under Denny and clasping his gloved hand gently around Denny’s mouth. As he breathes in, Denny takes in the scent of Nathan’s pungent new black glove.

Nathan’s right glove meanders onto Denny’s body, as this is as close as he’s ever been to Denny without something chaotic going on. He feels the sides of Denny’s torso, and it strikes him that he feels Denny’s skin stretched over his ribcage, and it’s too much of a stress position to get much rest in. So he props himself up and loosens the tethering strap on both sides, cinching Denny’s thighs to his upper arms.

Denny still can’t escape, but he has some welcome mobility in his knees and elbows now, and it’s very soothing.

The van is going into a small mountain town not terribly far from the hideout but still a ways to go.  The monitor comes on again and shows lots of traffic lights. Denny turns his head and looks at Nathan with a gloved hand over his mouth and his cock totally erect.

“Mmmmmmph.”

Nathan looks up and slides his glove down. “What up, dude?”

Denny says with a low voice, “Ugh, help so close by but I can’t do anything about it.”

Denny moans lowly, and even with his mouth not gagged he has the sense that one wrong move and this moment of calm is over.  He observes the monitor as the van slowly moves, traffic light by traffic light.

“Denny, I don’t know what I have to do to convince you. WE are your help,” Nathan says. “I’m in as much danger now from you as you are from me, man.  Call me your kidnapper if you like, but we will protect you better than anyone you can see on that screen, I promise you.”

“And there’s always this, Denny, can we talk about THIS?” On the syllable “THIS” his gloved fist wraps around Denny’s cock, squeezes, and releases slightly.

“Mmmmmm. Sorry I guess I was just trying to get in the moment like the others wanted. I tried,” Denny says.

“I’m telling you.  You don’t have to worry about me.  Or any of my guys. Do I have to worry about YOU?”

“I don’t think so?” Denny answers, not quite understanding.

“You don’t THINK so?  What’s your game? Do you want to see us in prison, or not?”

“Oh no, no. Sorry, I didn’t mean that,” Denny backtracks, “Of course I don’t.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Denny,” Nathan says, his voice intensifying, “because that’s what’s at stake.  So if you think you have something to worry about and need to be rescued because you’re tied up, I felt like I had explained that. But if it’s not sinking in. I call your bluff.  Do you want out right now?  Do you want me to untie you right now and open up that van door and you take your chances with people in this town?”

“I mean, would it be risky for me?” Denny says. “I just get a taxi and go back to town. No one in this town would know me, I don’t think?”

“I’ll tell you this, Denny. I’m getting the sense that ‘tied up’ isn’t so bad for you,” Nathan says. His hand moves back to Denny’s cock – he strokes it once, then cradles Denny’s boys in his glove. “That’s what your body’s telling me, bro. Is it lying?”  His left glove is holding Denny’s mouth yet again.

“Mmmmm,” Denny says, and then Nathan relaxes the glove for Denny to answer. “It’s hard to explain,” Denny says. “I want release but love Ben in his game and rope work. And then I want release, but I love why you use gloves and it all feels so realistic in a safe way. My mind tugs to get out, and then there’s times when I’m touched and held and then I’m okay.”

“But think about it, man,” Nathan says. “Right here in this town? Do you know where we are, Denny? First of all, we are way beyond taxi range. Second, the whole tournament fiasco is a major crime scandal now, and all of us who were there are being hunted by the crime syndicate who organized the damn thing, or by police, or both.  Finally, in this town, they don’t understand us or what we do. So you’ll be viewed with high suspicion and it won’t be long before someone reports you as suspicious.

“You’re going to be released, Denny, you have my word on that. It’s only because of what a shit show this game turned into that I can’t right now say exactly when. But I can tell you this: There is no safer and kinder place for you to be right now than with my guys and me. Chad’s been busy driving, but you have no idea how concerned he’s been about you from behind the scenes. He lobbied me harder than anyone to take responsibility for you and keep you safe, not that he had to lobby hard.

“And if Ari scares you and you want him to back off, leave that to me.  He’s just awash in sex, and for him a tasty little tied and gagged morsel like you is irresistible.  He thought you wanted all the touch you guys had, it would never occur to him that you didn’t.  He means well and just wants physical satisfaction, that’s what I can promise you.

“He’s not trying to rape you or do anything nonconsensual.  Ben could give you chapter and verse on this – our bondage is not meant to be coercive.  Hostage taking was part of the rules of the game – that’s not really us.  We just happen to be particularly skilled as a group in bondage, but it’s meant to be physically satisfying, or therapeutic, and usually both.

“So how do you want to play this? We’re making a stop at a mountain hideaway, in case you hadn’t figured that out.  It belongs to a friend Ben teaches rope tying classes with, so it’s private and fully equipped for guys like us.  If you still have a kidnap trigger and need to feel like a victim for a while to calm your brain and body down, there’s a padded room with hogtie table in the cabin, where you can work the kinks out, and Ben can monitor you by camera.

“Ken already knows we’re going there, and he’s figuring it’s a good place to make the transition back from being a hostage, and to be tied up and gagged just part-time.  I strongly recommend you guys put your heads together and share this decision, because you’re welcome to stay with us but I’m reluctant to force you.”

“Ugh, I guess I have to play kidnappee for some time yet,” Denny says, slowly.  He doesn’t sound fully convinced. “My mind has just been in release-me mode since what happened, so I’m sorry. Never been kidnapped before.”

“Dude, it’s okay.  But be honest,” Nathan says. He is still holding Denny’s balls in his glove. “Do you really want out of the ropes right now? Do you?”

“Not exactly,” Denny says. “I mean, do I want this all gone and over for us?  Yes. But at the same time if you just untied the ropes it feels unfair to you all and I should break free when I can and that’s when it’s over. If that makes any sense. You all have at times made me feel safe with the ropes, especially the Jungle guys. They couldn’t figure how to get me out of them.”

Nathan answers, Tthat’s all I needed to hear, Denny.  It makes perfect sense to me, and you can thank Ben for that, because there’s not a man on this earth who understands the psychology of bound men the way Ben does. So here’s the deal. Your brain is still in kidnap mode. And we will feed that. It’s a need I never understood until meeting you and going through this. And then not until Ben helped me see it.

“So. you can watch the monitors and plan your escape, and Ben will keep you bound and gagged, and we will make sure you aren’t dumped in the wild prematurely.  We’ll feed you and pleasure you and bind you and gag you as early and often as you need it, until you fully transition back into the world.  Do what you need to do. Resist all you need to. We’ll make sure you’re kept.  As long as the kidnapping lasts.  Does that sound good?”

This time Nathan isn’t letting Denny speak. His crackling black leather glove is clamped down. He waits for Denny’s answer.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmpph,” Denny tries to say something about it but can’t.

“It’s yes or no, Denny. Kidnapper’s rules. We do our thing, you do yours, until the abduction ends.  And we know how to do our thing, so that does mean a lot of bondage.  Are … we … good?”

Stubbornly, Denny tries again to negotiate through the gloved hand over his mouth, trying to say, “Yes mostly,” but he can’t.

“Conditional yes, is that what you’re trying to say?” Nathan’s voice is rising slightly.

Denny spills forth with his jumbled thoughts. “Huh? I mean until it’s clear or a time that you set? But what about when I’ve had enough? It’s almost over, right? So I figure in a few minutes or half hour or so when you get to your place I can leave? How’s that? I am almost ready anyway and feel I will be just fine. Don’t worry about me. I have evidence on my phone. Just give it to me, and I can protect you all.”

The monitor shows the van approaching a very tall solid metal security gate on a paved road. It’s huge, and the walls around it are huge. This must be the place they are staying. Denny has no idea where they are. “Okay does that sound good to you? It seems we are pretty out of the way now so I’m sure I can be let go? Can I have my phone?”

Nathan has had enough. “For someone who’s abducted you sure have a long wish list,” he says. “That’s a yes with conditions, Denny, which means NO. Congratulations, here’s your gag.”

Nathan then proceeds with the fastest bandanna gag Denny has seen, even in the movies. A folded pad goes into his mouth immediately and is clamped down by Nathan’s glove.  Then a knotted cleave over that and a wide red bandanna over all as a seal. Tied off tight behind Dennys head.

“Now you stay here bound and gagged while I check out the scene,” Nathan says. “You’ll be bound soon for transport.”

“HeymmmlphNOOMMMphmppphhg!”

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