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The Kidnapper

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By Kidnappedboi

Author’s Note: This story is a work of fiction, but is inspired by the work of a fantastic Dominant Top based on the South Coast of England, JamesbondageSX. This story is rooted in fantasy, and both SIR and i believe in explicit and enthusiastic consent in all aspects of kink and sex.

To reflect my submission to SIR, all pronouns relating to me are in lower case, all referring to SIR in upper case.

CHAPTER ONE

“WANTED: KIDNAP VICTIMS”

The profile blurb almost said it all – unlike so many other profiles on Recon, this one didn’t bother with excessive text, or even too many pictures. Instead, it got straight to the point with a list.

“ME:

  • Experienced Kidnapper
  • Superior Being
  • Brutal Skinhead
  • Your Worst Nightmare

Victims:

  • inferior fag trash
  • worthless bootlickers
  • warm fleshlights
  • future gimps and prisoners

If you meet My expectations, expect to be abducted, abused, and disposed of. Tears are non-negotiable. Suffering guaranteed.

SIR”

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Latest book from Bob Wingate is about kidnapping

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Our good friend Bob Wingate from Bound & Gagged magazine has come out with a third installment in his series of eBooks, and this one is all about kidnapping! It’s called “Not For Ransom: Kidnapping Fantasies and Enactments as Reported in Bound & Gagged” and you can get it now by clicking on the image below:

Bob Wingate book about kidnapping

This is an eBook available on Kindle, but a Kindle device is not required.

“Not For Ransom” follows Bob’s two other recently published titles, “Spreadeagle Tales” and “Natural Slave.” You can view and purchase all three titles by clicking here.

Also check out Bob’s excellent website, available here

Important note: Somebody on Amazon left “Natural Slave” a negative review, claiming (erroneously) that it had technical problems. If you are so inclined, and if you enjoyed “Natural Slave” or any of Bob’s other books, please consider leaving a positive review! He sure would appreciate it!

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Bound, Gagged and Abused in a Van

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By SockgaggedJason

male bondage stories simulated rapeSynopsis/Description:

A twenty-something professional propositions two attractive thugs who are out of prison on parole into an elaborate roleplay kidnapping that backfires, subjecting him to heavy sexual humiliation. Bondage, kidnap, rape and body smell themes.

Characters:

Michael – willing victim, gay boy

Mateo – kidnapper, Latino boy

Dakota – kidnapper, white trash boy

Michael was sound asleep. He was sprawled out in his bed, only in his underwear, with the bedsheet halfway covering his body. The nerdish, cute, 28-year-old young man was fit with thick light brown hair and green eyes.

He had a nice bedroom situated in an upscale condo in the heart of the city. He made a good living working as a software engineer.

From outside, the window to his room quietly opened and the faint sounds of the city leaked their way inside. Slowly, two figures crawled through the window. They were slender young men dressed in clothing like construction workers wore. One was Latino, the other a white boy.

They quickly jumped on top of Michael where he slept, who immediately woke up. The Latino intruder held a pocket knife to his throat, cupping his gloved hand over Michael’s mouth while the white kid held down his wrists.

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A lunkhead gets tricked, overpowered and bound

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Reports have been made about local lads going missing, suspicious noises and howls of pain coming through the brick walls, men limping away in the middle of the night clutching their sore arses. The busybodies at the local council have decided to do something about it and sent one of their lackeys to make an investigation. Well there’s only one thing to do with meddling bastards like this. A fit-as-fuck lunkhead with more brawn than brains. Before he knows what’s happening they strap this man to the medical bench so his legs are perfectly spread and primed. This enraged and weeping straight prick can shout all he wants. No one at the council is going to come help him now that they’ve pounded his arse so hard his sphincter is a gaping fucking mess dripping with sperm!

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The Convict – Part 17

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By Joshua Ryan

“This is Officer Nolan,” he said to his cellphone. “Open A292.” I heard the bars slide back.

“Inside, convict.”

I opened my eyes. There was a gap in the bars. The cell door was open. It wasn’t very wide. It was just the gate to a cage. I could tell that I’d have to tilt my bedroll to get it through. I lifted one side, maneuvering it. I would have to be careful not to let anything drop . . .

Then I saw it.   There was something long and thick lying on the lower bunk, something brown that was shaped like a man. There were letters and numbers stamped on its surface.   It was a convict, lying face down in my cell. Wait a minute! Couldn’t the officer see that the place was already full?

I almost blurted that out. Then I remembered: there were two convicts stuffed in all those other cells. That bundle of clothes on the bunk was only one convict. I was the other one.

I stopped in the doorway. I was scared to wake up that thing on the metal shelf. Jesus, it was dark in there, especially after the spotlight I’d faced outside. I could see a naked lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, but it wasn’t turned on. The only light was the gray stuff leaking in from the walkway. That was enough for me to see that the whole cell wasn’t much larger than a medium-sized closet. It was a lot smaller than my bathroom at home. What used to be my home. Half the cell was bunks, one shelf above the other on the right side, against the wall. A lot of the rest was toilet — a metal toilet squatting against the back wall, a toilet without a seat, with something that looked like a little sink built into the top of it. The thing was gleaming at me in the faint light. Christ! I thought. They wash in the shitter. A wave of contempt ran through me. Probably one of them crapped while the other one washed his face in the crapper. They were like cats in a cage, with a little litterbox all their own. And now I was one of them.

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