By Kinkytwinkboy

I must have dozed off at some point, because I was awakened by a loud banging on the cage.

“Wake you boy! Time for breakfast. Hope you have settled in and that my boy in the corner there been giving you a warm welcome. He has been here for quite some time and knows he will spend the rest of his life serving me, and so should you,” said the strong deep voice.

He put an empty bowl in the cage, before he opened a can with some kind of food, nothing luxurious for sure, then he unzipped his pants and started pissing in my food?! “Have to make the boy hydrated, you will get used to it.” The food tasted really poor, but I was hungry so I ate it all.

My tracker was making some blinking sometimes, so it was definitely active. But like the guy said I won’t be going anywhere locked up in the cage and soundproof basement. I wonder how long a time the other guy has spent locked up in here. I’m sure he probably lost track of time. There is no watch or daylight down here. I already lost track of how long I’ve been here. Some hours for sure.

I wondered what his plans for me were. This seems like a lot more than I bargained for. I just really wanted to try a car kidnap to see how that made me feel, but now I’m locked in a fucking cage in someone’s basement. Where could this take me?

He just sat there watching us, and from what I could see his bulge was pretty big. I’m sure he enjoyed the sight of two naked locked up guys. Out of nowhere things happened. He immobilised the other guy, restraining his hands and feet to the cage, removed the guy’s chastity and applied a machine to it that immediately started wanking him! No, not wanking him, this was a milker!

“So boys, today it’s milking time. Some guys will pay good money for the cum of two imprisoned slaves like you. This will be a regular routine every other day. Let’s get you settled in boy,” he said before he did the exact thing to me. He did not gag us, and we both made a lot of moaning. He left the basement and we were alone. Restrained in the cage, the milker was working on us and it was nothing we could do about it.

I think this is my opportunity to talk with the other guy, so I asked: “What’s your name and how long have you been here?”

“I’m Jack and I have no idea,” he said. “I remember the day I was transported here in the trunk of a car, it all started as a simple kidnap fantasy, and now I’ve been here for a very long time. Wonder if someone is looking for me… Hmm someone sure has to be looking for me soon, but how are they gonna find me?”

I was not sure if I could cheer the guy up much, now that we are two guys they must be looking for. Silence. Would it be possible to escape? Probably not, but had the guy tried?

“Hey Jack? Have you tried escaping?”

“How? We are locked up in a cage, in a basement, we are tracked with the ankle cuff.”

“Yeah you are right Jack, but I’m sure someone will find us… one day…”

More silence.

Hours passed by, just sitting in our cage, staring at each other, ourselves. Thinking, lots of thoughts trough my mind. What will happen next?