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.

He looks around and tries to make noise by struggling in his seat. The ropes are very tight. He tries really hard and even tries to kick his feet, but he’s totally pinned down. He could never get to the front drivers seat or side door like this. Even if his hands were free from the seat they are tightly tied behind him.

He tries the best he can with the gag. He attempts to take his mouth and pull his lips back and they move a little – barely and there’s a little air. He feels it.

“MMMPHHELLMMMM!”

Loud enough he could hear, but it echoes a little outside of the van and into the loading dock inside the warehouse.

The gag goes back into position.

“MPPPHMMMM!” this time it was louder. The gag goes back in position.

“MMMP SOME-MPPPPHHHHH!” He gets a partial word out. Although muffled.

Gag goes back into position again.

He tries one more time. This time it bulges out a bit more and his tongue is not as pinned.

“Mmmpphhhhhhh mmmm helpmmph I mppph am mpppph notmppph plaympppph!”

(“Help I don’t think I am a real player!”)

He has really stretched it.

Fresh from this triumph, Denny is suddenly taken by surprise when the van door swings open and Ben is standing there – staring at him, watching him try to cry out or escape. OH. SHIT.

First surprise: Ben doesn’t race at him in fury – Denny actually hears Ben chuckle underneath his mask.

Second surprise: There are other guys walking around right outside the van in all the melee – they can see right into the van, some of them are looking in, and they’re seeing a bound, gagged, helpless hostage – himself! – struggling in a van seat and wrapped in rope – and what are they doing? They’re just walking past!  Are they pushing Ben aside and rushing in to rescue him? NO! Are they calling 911 on their phones? NO!

WHAT the actual FUCK is going on???????

Ben climbs back up into the van and his gloved hand tests the edges of the gag.  This time he can tell immediately that Denny has loosened his gag. The man knows his gags.

Is he pissed? No, for some reason he isn’t.

Denny can’t help himself when Ben is around and nearby – he gets extremely hard. Once again his cock gets into an upright position in his pants and he feels as if Ben’s on him, because he knows these are HIS bonds.

As much as he is angry, he knows Ben is good at his game. Ben doesn’t rebuke Denny, but before doing anything else Ben clasps Denny’s head from the top, tilts it forward, grabs the gag strap, and muscles it tighter another hole.  Denny can feel all the progress he made with the wedge gag completely evaporate.  Ben has gagged him tighter, he’s right back where he started.

“No worries, dude,” Ben says with his sexy, slightly menacing manner. “It was time for a gag change anyway. So this is temporary.”

Over his shoulder, Ben calls to the others – “Guys!  C’mon – gag change!”

“Mmmpphmmmmm!” Denny says as he looks into Ben’s eyes, begging with him to untie him as he is so nervous.

Ben sees the plea in Denny’s eyes.

But Denny’s cock is still hard because Ben is by him.

The next operation is a true wonder to behold for Denny, who – after all – has never been bound and gagged before and who is suddenly subject to more rope than he has ever seen on one person. As if he’s a criminal. As if he’s a wild lunatic. As if he’s DANGEROUS! Why? Where’s Chad? Chad reassures him, Ben attends to him, and Nathan watches over him.  But nobody ever EXPLAINS. Why not?

Denny observes a shift in the dynamic – Ben, not Nathan, is suddenly barking the orders with military precision.

“GAG CHANGE!” he says. Nathan stands in front of him, Chad goes back to his side of the van seat, and Ari is standing where Ben usually sits.  He’s surrounded on all sides – Ben is behind him, preparing to do … something.

The huge gag is almost out of Denny’s mouth. Here is his attempt right now as it comes out.

“Mmm mmph mmmmmmph – mmpph sometnpppj wrongnppph mopph!”

(Someone something wrong help)

It’s almost completely out now.

… and immediately, SLAP – Chad’s glove is clamped over Denny’s mouth. And Denny makes an audible plaintive moan – whatever he was expecting from the gag being removed didn’t happen. Things are happening fast – Chad whispers is in his ear: “Bro, please – this is go time – please just go with it – the safest place you can be right now is tied up and in a gag. Anything other than that I honestly don’t know how to keep you safe. Just go with it, please.  For your own safety.”

The skin tight leather is AMAZING. Denny still has mixed feelings about all of this from pissed off to excited at rules, but this gloved hand is amazing over the lips. He closes his eyes and breathes to calm down, just feeling the tight gloved hand over his mouth.

And while he’s listening to Chad – everything has changed. The wedge gag goes to Ari, who transfers it from one gloved hand to another, then deposits it into Ben’s bag of leather devices. Nathan has some kind of complicated head harness in his hand, but it’s not the same one Denny saw before. It’s bigger. Padded. Heavier. And the gag pad in this muzzle makes the wedge gag pad look like no gag at all.  Chad’s glove is still clamped down on his mouth, but tighter and with more urgency than before.

He looks around and moans through the skin tight gloved hand over his mouth as they begin to bring this huge thing over, the likes of which he has never seen.

“Mmmm mmmmmm mmmppphmmmmpphhh!”

There’s a handoff now from Ari to Ben, who is the bondage master after all, so he’s holding the muzzle tantalizingly in front of Denny and there’s a quick sequence of events.

First, Chad’s hand comes off Denny’s mouth. Second, the collar component of the muzzle is fit around Denny’s neck. And third, before Denny has any composure to realize his mouth is momentarily unbound, Ari’s gloved hand slaps down onto Denny’s mouth and presses his lips shut. In just a few hours, Denny has become a connoisseur of men’s tight black leather gloves on his mouth, and now there’s Ari’s – a new one.

He hadn’t paid much attention to Ari up until now. But with Ari up close and personal, information is coming fast.

Ari isn’t just tall, he’s 6-foot-5.  And his hands are huge, which is a whole new experience. The tight black leather glove on Ari’s hand easily covers half of Denny’s entire face. Only a hand that big could have shut Denny’s mouth so effectively as Ari’s did, and Denny forms a thought that “they must have planned it this way.”

It all happens in less than a second, and Ari is handgagging him while Ben is buckling the padded collar around Denny’s neck – an entirely new and humbling sensation.

Ari’s skin tight leather hands clamp hard, and it occurs to Denny he never realized Ari’s hands were this big.

Suddenly after trying to fight he stops to take in the feeling of the gloved hands and the men notice Denny’s tactical pants now have a wet spot with a huge erection. He is still nervous and shakes a little bit, but he’s relaxed somewhat with Ari’s gloved hands.

Whether he’s a victim in a real kidnap or it’s just a game or if they really did forget the GPS was not plugged in, he may never know. They are good with their game and skills.

To take his mind off what is happening with the diabolical black leather device, Denny focuses on Ari to calm himself down. He’s already getting used to Ari’s gloved hand, and suddenly he notices something else.  For some reason unexplained, Ari isn’t dressed the same as the others.  He has the tight black T shirt on his lanky frame like they do, but his pants are skintight black leather jeans, smooth and just a bit shiny, so tight his lower body looks like it was dipped in ink, and the outline of what looks like an impressive cock is outlined down the leather-encased form of his left leg.  And then at the knee the sexy leather pants disappear into awesome 22-inch black oil-tanned engineer boots.  The better to lean his weight onto Denny’s mouth and keep him gagged, Ari has hiked up his left knee and propped his left boot onto Denny’s seat, so the boot is right there for Denny to gaze at. He sees the brand name – Wesco – embossed near the top of the boot, and it occurs to him that that boot is so big it’s as tall as his own entire leg. The smell from boots, gloves, skullcaps, and Ari’s skintight leather pants is washing over him.

Denny moans as he sees the tall boot. “He looks really hot,” Denny thinks, “Fuck their games, yet why does he have to be so dominatingly hot?”

Nathan, for one, has noticed Denny’s hard-on. “Good work, men, the dude’s on board,” he says as his fist grips Denny’s erection through his pants – then releases.

Denny moans as the gloved fist works his cock in and out quickly.

“Mmmmmmmmm.”

Good feeling, Denny thinks to himself. Fuckers though. Damnit. But mmmmmm at the same time.

As soon as Ben has buckled Denny’s collar, there’s another seamless transition – Ari pulls his glove away and the multitude of straps of this complex head harness land on his face. He feels the padding and the sheer weight of the leather, and the gag plug lands right onto his open mouth and — “zzzzzzzzip!” — Ben has immediately worked it deep in.

“Mmmpphh!”

“AHH NOPPmppphhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Mmmmmm!”

Not only does it depress his tongue and give him a taste of leather, it flares wider beyond the lips so it totally fills his mouth. Nothing on his head is buckled yet, but it doesn’t matter. The gag is attached to a mouth cover over his mouth, and there’s no way he could work that plug out unless Ben completely dropped it and gave him, what? About 5 minutes?

But Ben doesn’t drop anything. He is busy fastening – one, two, three – how many? – four, no, FIVE wide straps around his head! So many he can’t quite fathom where they all go, but all that leather and padding covers his head, partially obstructs his sightline and muffles the outside sounds. Every tug on the buckles causes the leather to creak – this muzzle is NEW, and the pungency of the leather attests to this.

Denny glares into Ben’s eyes as he’s overhead strapping it and he feels his head and jaw and cheeks get tighter and tighter.

…And then there are clicks – why? – What the fuck is going on? Ben is locking each buckle beyond escape with tiny padlocks! Denny realizes he is totally fucked. This time it’s Ari who’s tuned into Denny’s fear – he lowers his enormous boot and crouches – even inside the head harness Denny can hear the squeak of Ari’s tight leather jeans as he crouches – how does someone get through the day in pants like that, which are pure sex?

Ari’s masked face is suddenly pressed to Denny’s ear in the harness. “Listen, my friend,” he says…

“You’re here for a reason. When the sun rose today, we were all set to bring another captive to the tournament. But then we went off course, and there you were, looking for a ride. We got your hands tied in our van, and it just happened, and now you are our captive.” His huge hand migrates to Denny’s lap and palms his cock with gentle strokes. “I couldn’t be happier it’s you in Ben’s ropes and gag. You will be perfect. You were born to this.” And Ari does something nobody has done yet – he pulls his mask down for just a moment, places his lips on the mouth cover of the muzzle, and kisses Denny gently through his gag before quickly replacing his mask.

Denny stares longingly at Ari as he kisses his muzzled face and his gloved hands disappear. Ben is over him again and he just stares at his eyes and he stares back with an “accomplishment” look. He has been communicating to Denny with his eyes to relax and enjoy.

“GAGGED FOR TRANSPORT!” Ben announces.

Denny tries to talk. This is the real test.

Unless someone’s ear was on the muzzle they would only hear him mumble and moan. The padding over the throat, jaw and cheeks makes it impossible to let any noise out, and he cannot move the gag around.

He is very fucked.

“BIND FOR TRANSPORT!” Ben says, and suddenly Denny notices that Nathan has hanks of hemp rope at the ready, some looped over his shoulder, and some coiled and gripped by his gloved fists.

“More rope?” Denny wonders to himself, and muses, “what else is there to tie?” but of course he needs to be released from the bindings that attached him to the seat and prevented him so effectively from escaping the van.

Denny struggles around in his seat and he tries to talk and his cock lowers and gets soft again. The team members are enjoying how quiet Denny is. All they hear is louder breathing and creaking leather from the muzzle gag.

But the team is ready. Ben is in front – removing the tethers that kept Denny’s legs restrained and incapable of kicking his captors or using his own boots as weapons. It seems like an opportunity, but the first thing Denny learns about this process is that – just as with his mouth – when something is released, someone is there to re-restrain him just as quickly.

Not one moan can be heard from him.

Denny takes one foot and lightly taps Ben’s leg and then bends it back again and pushes and aims for the center of his pants.

But as the tethers and the rope cinches around Denny’s legs are released, Chad and Ari grasp his legs just above the knees and keep them from thrashing. Ben is busy turning his ankle tie into a hobble, and Denny figures out this means he will be able to walk small steps, at least for a little bit.

Ben looks at Denny with a smirk.

“Thought you’d get away with that, did you?”

Denny gives Ben a huge ‘fuck you’ growl and eye rolls him.

“You’ve learned some things about captivity today, but not everything, clearly. You’re about to learn a lot more about what happens to captives, brother, mark my words.”

Ben finishes the hobble, and now it’s time to release the stack of stout hemp rope binding him to his van seat like a mooring post. Cool air hits Denny’s body as these ropes are released, and after that level of constriction it almost feels like freedom. Chad and Ari are still using their muscle to hold him down on each side, but Denny doesn’t care. It’s just such a relief, enough to take his mind off the claustrophobia-inducing pressure all around his head coming from the cruel leather muzzle and gag.

Denny moans in a sigh of relief but reminds himself the worst is yet to come. He gets to struggle since he is freed from the seat. It’s as if he can see freedom right outside the door of the van.

Once the tethers are all in a heap of rope on the floor (“I wore my weight in rope, didn’t I?” Denny thinks at one point), Ari and Chad, gripping his bound biceps securely with their leather gloves, lift him gradually out of the van seat. Denny feels week – being tied in one position has sapped his muscles, and he doesn’t expect it. He’s grateful for Chad, who has been so caring to him during captivity, and sexy leather-clad giant Ari, who kissed him. But he can’t help but be freaked out what’s already happened to his control over his body after more than two hours tied tightly in Ben’s unyielding rope.

He stares as he is being taken out of the van. He really tries to move, but the rope is just too tight.

They begin to lift him out. But no one can hear him. He feels himself trying to moan but the padding is just too thick everywhere. It has blocked all sounds. He wiggles and then on his feet hobbles around, but he cannot kick because he will fall. They know what they are doing.

Other men are walking around and looking, but even with his eye contact they just walk by. Some ofthese other guys smile and look at him and some ignore him.

Ari and Chad stop Denny as he gets close to an extended capacity golf cart with closed sides. Is he getting into it? Where is he going? He’d ask, but they’ve fucking gagged him again, so that’s not happening. And suddenly Ben is in front of him with a fold of leather – MORE leather? – shaped like an inverted V and with snaps arranged along the outside of the leather accessory. Ben raises it to Den’s face and he realize it fits right across all the openings that allow him to see. It snaps right on to the muzzle and blacks out his world.  At least it isn’t another damn thing to buckle more tightly around his head, for once. But he feels very disoriented and weakened. Carefully, Chad and Ari guide him up into the conveyance and sit him on the bench seat. Something is being buckled around his ankles and clicked into place, but he can’t see what it is, of course.  It’s his feet being bound in place inside the vehicle. Of COURSE it is.  God forbid he have any kind of mobility. He’s so, so tied up, what can they possibly think he’ll do?

The blindfold is like sensory deprivation … and there’s that feeling of not knowing what’s next and suddenly they all see Denny’s cock get extremely hard again and upright as the doors close and he hears them lock. Denny senses that someone is sitting next to him, and this time it’s by smell that he can tell it’s Ben, the steward and master of every last thing binding and gagging his body. But Ben smells like leather. And muscle, and male musk, and somehow Denny can’t quite hate him.

The cart starts to roll and they’re going somewhere, and Denny is grudgingly appreciative of the restraints on his ankles, because he’s sure he’d be flying around the cart with every bump in the path, as tightly as his upper body is tied. With the side of his body Ben reaches around Denny’s shoulders so he can gently lay his padded muzzled head downward onto his lap.

It’s a rare moment for Denny. He’s beside Ben, who isn’t – just for this moment – binding him more severely, or gagging him, or rebuking him, or checking him. And with his head on Ben’s lap, there’s not even a hint of defiance. Vulnerability? Well, yes, but that’s trivially obvious. Of course he is vulnerable. He’s bound and gagged the way dangerous or criminally insane people are, not regular dudes like him, and he still doesn’t really understand why, and what he CERTAINLY doesn’t understand is why the whole experience is bringing his cock to attention so persistently. Or why he can’t get Chad’s intense look of brotherhood and care out of his mind. Or the pure sex of Ari’s leather encased legs and massive boots, or the scent and hard strength of Ben’s muscles.

No, it’s more than vulnerability – it’s something like TRUST – how fucked up is that? – but yes that’s what he feels. Ben has done something strenuous and a bit cruel to him, and he’s been suffering it all day with who knows what additional humiliation to come.  But nobody has harmed him, he hasn’t been brutalized really, just to an extent by the bondage, and it isn’t brutality really – it’s strenuous more than brutal.

So yes, he DOES trust Ben a little. more than a little. and somewhere Denny knows that the work of binding and gagging him is Ben’s … ACHIEVEMENT. Ben is the master of ropes and gags. Nobody had to tell Denny that, it became obvious early on. So his bonds and helplessness, they’re a point of pride for Ben.  Denny is an achievement for Ben, and he’s treating him like something precious.

And Ben slides his gloved hand under Denny’s face laid on Ben’s lap as he’s sighing through his gag, and Ben leans over Denny. His masked nose and mouth tucking into Denny’s muzzle. Ben can hear Denny’s very, very low and desperate grunts, but they are so low that if Ben sat back up again he wouldn’t even hear them.

The intimacy is powerful, and Denny is again overwhelmed.  The muzzle hasn’t taken away his ability to smell. And he’s smelled so much leather today it’s like another language. The muzzle smells of leather, of course, but now it’s Ben’s leather gloves supporting his head, and the unmistakable warm musky leather-tinged muscular scent of Ben covering over him.

“Denny,” Ben says, listening to his grunts of desperation. This stops Denny’s thoughts at once. All this day, the kidnappers have never once (have they? Denny can’t quite remember) used his name. It’s intimate, and unusual, and Denny has to pay attention. “Denny?” Ben says, again.

“Mmm hmm?” Denny says with a little sniff like he might cry, not because he’s sad or scared, but because he’s overcome with emotion in this warm, hypermasculine, leather-scented place, cradled by Ben’s glove and muscle.

“Do you trust me?” Ben says.

Now Denny really feels like crying a little. He feels so connected to Ben.  And it’s like Ben is reading his thoughts.

And he hastens to force out a whimper. “Mmm-hm! mm-HMM,” Denny says, although the powerful gag makes it audible only to Ben, who is nuzzzled against him.

“That’s good, Denny, that’s good,” Ben goes on, still cradling Denny’s bound and gagged head. “Because a lot is about to happen. And you won’t understand it all. But you’re going to do fine. And I’ve made you safe. It’s very unusual what’s happening here, and there’s a lot of risk here.  But I’m making sure you’re safe, Denny.”

“Just keep trusting me,” Ben says to his captive. “You’re in more bondage today than some people go through in a lifetime, and I know it’s a lot.”

“But I know what I’m doing,” Ben says. “And I know you know that, don’t you, Denny?”

Denny strains to mumble and say “kidnap” but it comes out as “mmmmmap,” meaning, “I know you kidnapped me for real!”

Whether Ben understands him Denny can’t say, but Ben adds, “You’re a good captive, a very good captive, especially since you didn’t sign up for this, but a very good captive, and that’s not a small thing.”

“So trust me,” Ben says. “And my bondage is going to keep you safe. And I won’t be with you every moment, but you’re in MY ropes and MY gag, and don’t forget that. They’ll protect you from anyone who isn’t safe while you’re bound and gagged.  I know you can’t understand all this, but I’m with you in my rope, and we’re going to get through this and be safe on the other side, okay?”

“Just trust me, Denny, trust me.”

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Thanks to @JarheadTop for review and edits.