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The Tournament Affair – Part 06

NOTE: This is the 6th — 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.

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The Tournament Affair – Part 05

By @reconkayar and @mmmph82

Part 5 – Escape

Right on cue there are two of the Jungle guys in the tent doorway.  One’s got the three-inch duct tape in his hand, and they both have the black search gloves on.  They’re here to gag, Denny knows, and aren’t likely to be deterred.

Denny calls out, “I know this isn’t a game! Even the black team went too far with me. I wasn’t supposed to be in this game!”

“Oh, is THAT so?”one of the Junglers says with a smirk. With his white teeth and eyes showing through the black face paint, he looks like a wolf, Denny thinks.

“Yes. You gonna help me? The black team did illegal things most likely.”

“THAT’s a new one. A captive trying to talk his way out of bondage! Never heard THAT before,” he says as he turns to his companion. “GLOVE!” and immediately the second captor has slapped his leather gloves onto Denny’s mouth and Ken’s as well. Denny moans and struggles under the grip of the leather glove.

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The Tournament Affair – Part 04

By @reconkayar and @mmmph82

Part 4 – Wargame

[The opening ceremonies have concluded, with an Award of Distinction given to the Black Team for their bondage of Denny. Now they are transferring back in the golf cart to the competition area, with Denny still muzzled, bound, and ankles again locked down.]

The cart stops. Denny feels his ankles and feet being untied from the hooks on the floor. Feels himself being removed from the cart as the door unlocks and opens. He is still blindfolded but hobbles slowly to some location and feels himself laid on a kind of sleeping bag. Even with no idea where he is, this is very comfortable, he thinks. The most comfortable thing he’s laid on all day.  Certainly less stressful than being bound and gagged on the stool. His bonds are very strict and tight and Denny just lays there with legs stretched out on the sleeping bag.

As Denny sinks into a feeling of relief he starts to tune into what’s happening around him.  It’s his same kidnappers – he can hear voices through the masks just outside of the nook where he’s been stashed.  And he also hears the creak of leather as the team member who moved him arranges his corner – it’s the creak of tight leather pants – it has to be Ari.

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The Tournament Affair – Part 03

By @reconkayar and @mmmph82

Part 3 – Presentation

For the opening orders of the competition, Denny is removed bound and gagged from the cart, still tied up, and brought into the tournament opening ceremonies for presentation.

Every team has brought a hostage – they’re all young men, they’re all bound and gagged, and all are scared shitless. It’s then that Denny begins to get really scared. The competition shares some rules and activities with paintball or other competitions like Capture the Flag, but in this tournament the hostages are the prize.  The rules say they have to be fully restrained and well gagged throughout – there are penalties for hostages that breach their bonds or manage to cry out.

During play the contestants – warriors from different teams – use their airsofts to eliminate their opponents, but they are also supposed to locate and abduct competing teams’ hostages.

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The Tournament Affair – Part 02

By @reconkayar and @mmmph82

Part 2 – Arrival

The Black Team van, with four members and one hostage, has now entered a vast open area, seemingly a warehouse floor or unused airplane hangar.  Denny is bound and gagged but amazed at the sights of what’s happening. He’s almost forgotten he is tightly tied, so as Denny moves, his pecs feel the rough rope near them. Through the windshield he sees other vehicles and a variety of other men in groups of two or three hustling around what seems to be an unloading zone.

In the first of many surprises, both Ben and Chad are called along with the others to help with setup. Armloads of airsoft weapons are being unloaded, and Ben is carrying coils of even MORE rope – ROPE??? thinks Denny. “What’s left on me to tie up?”

So Denny is left unattended – and it seems like it should be an opportunity somehow – the doors are shut most of the way, so nobody else can see him and notice that the kidnappers have criminally abducted a victim, BUT he’s got some time without a minder, and he should be able to make himself known or grab the keys and kamikaze the van out of this prison or whatever it is and drive straight to the police.

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The Tournament Affair – Part 01

By @reconkayar and @mmmph82

Part 1 – First Encounter
FRIDAY MORNING – 10:00am

The van pulls up to the curb, a white conversion van with dark tinted windows. The side panel door slides open and Denny peers in, hoping this is the ride he arranged in the outdoor gaming online group to get him to his day of apartment hunting. “Umm ….. ” Denny peers at the note he jotted the dude’s phone number onto, “…. Nathan?”

A big bodybuilder in a black T shirt and what looks like a black N95 mask waves at him from the front passenger seat. Denny can’t see the full face but the guy sounds super friendly and encouraging.

“You got me!  Hey, Denny, hop in the center seat in the second row there.  Chad and Ben will make space.”  Denny climbs in, thanking as he goes.  It’s been hard to find digs, and he’s looking forward to finally checking that off his list so he can focus on moving.  Denny isn’t an outdoor gamer himself, but he’s been fascinated for ages by the videos these hot guys post, especially the wargaming. Having seen other guys posting rideshare and roommate requests in the group’s message board, it struck him as a good way to meet some of the gamers in person, and now here he is, seated among four of them! They certainly look like the real thing.

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Roadtrip!

By Cutieboy90

Chris squeezed his eyes shut, trying for the dozenth time in the same number of minutes to force himself to sleep. He tried not to toss and turn too much, though he couldn’t help it. Not five seconds later, Chris’s eyes flashed open, and his lips cracked back into a big silly grin. He looked to the clock on the nightstand, finding the time still too early to do anything.

With a whimper, the excited pup curled himself around his body pillow, his back to the clock. Next to him, sleeping cozily, was his boyfriend and owner, Brian. Brian was only a few years older, but had some salt and peppered hair, and a strong, beefy build. He was a playful, kind, but firm master, and a very loving boyfriend.

Yet another rush of excitement coursed through the boy’s body, his hard cock throbbing now too. Typically, Chris would spend the night in some form of restraints, in his cage next to the bed, or if he’d been naughty, on the floor. Tonight was the rare occasion he was allowed to sleep without any restraints, save for his collar, and Brian’s arms around him. Even his cock cage had been unlocked for the night, though Chris wasn’t allowed to cum. He still had his dogtail butt plug stuffed in his butt, which didn’t help anything. A night like this always meant something really amazing was about to happen…

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A Left Turn at Albuquerque – Part 17

By Hunter Perez

(The final chapter to the story)

It was dark by the time Patterson came scurrying across the courtyard with a bright lantern in one hand and an oversized ring packed with keys in the other. He was huffing and puffing in tremendous movements and paused for a minute at the base of the pillory to catch his breath. I feared he would collapse before ending my imprisonment, but he caught his second wind and quickly freed me. He asked about my physical well-being before handing me a small silver flask which he said contained brandy.

“Strictly for medicinal purposes, of course,” he added. “You never catch a cold with brandy.”

Patterson was apologetic that he did not arrive earlier, explaining that an emergency arose within the prison that required all on-duty guards. In our walk back to the cottage, Patterson provided an excruciatingly in-depth recollection of the emergency, giving violently graphic details to the bloodied injuries that several brawling prisoners inflicted on each other. By the time we reached the fence outside of the cottage, Patterson exhausted his gory story and paused for healthy sip of his “medicinal” brandy with the assurance that it helps rebuild strength and courage.

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