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.

“Hey, hey buddy,” he says.  “Are you okay?”

Denny can’t see him but he knows he’s close, he can smell Ari’s Wesco boots.  He nods and the padlocks of his tight muzzle jingle a little. Denny continues to move around oin the floor, feeling the sleeping bag underneath him and hearing the leather creaking and noticing it’s absolutely Ari for sure but he can’t tell since he’s blindfolded.

Ari notices his hardon getting extremely erect, upright to its maximum every time Denny hears his voice and his leather creak.

“Listen close, buddy – we don’t want to be found here. I have the key to your locks. I’m going to take the muzzle off and give you some water. Sit you up a bit. But you’ll have to get gagged again.  Ben’s right outside to take care of that, don’t worry.”

Ari starts unbuckling the massive straps that have been imprisoning Denny’s head for what seems like ages.

The air on Denny’s face feels so good, even though they’re buried deep in the warren of the maze and there’s no breeze – it still feels good.

When the gag plug comes out of his mouth, Denny flexes his jaw, and it feels like such a relief.  Ari helps him sit up in the ropes and he’s ready with a cup of cool water.

It feels so good to Denny and he downs it eagerly.  For such a tall guy in such a small space, Ari is surprisingly agile moving around, especially surprising in his massive sexy boots.

Denny moves his lips a bit, still in blindness and drinking the water. It feels good to have something to drink. Quietly, at almost a whisper, he speaks, Uugh your leather sounds and your large hands are fantastic.” But he doesn’t get to finish the sentence because Ari’s leather gloved hand is back clamping over Denny’s mouth.

“Mmmpphhhhhh!”

“Shhhhhh, buddy, I know you want to talk. But we can’t be found here,” Ari tells the captive.

His tight leather gloved hand is massive, Denny thinks.

This is as close as Denny has been to Ari just one on one, and he’s seeing for the first time that Ari has tattoos on his upper arms and both shoulders, up onto one side of his neck.  He wouldn’t even have seen this, except that Ari has changed out of his T shirt into a black tank top.

“Ben’s right outside – he’ll come back in to gag you. You know you have to let him gag you, right?  You get that?”

Denny looks at Ari.

“Moppphhnooommm,” Denny pleads no and wants this to end, but at the same time Denny is really drawn to Ari. He feels he has to try to find a way out of this. But Ari’s leather gloved hand is MASSIVE, and skin tight leather makes it irresistible as Denny really likes Ari. But – he tells himself – he needs to get back into his survival mode to escape. His eyes shift everywhere as he tries to figure a way out.

“Shhhhh – listen, listen, listen buddy,” Ari says. He has a slight Israeli accent. “You trust Ben, don’t you?”

Denny recalls his moment with Ben in the golf cart and nods slowly.

“That’s smart,” Ari tells Denny.  “Trust that Ben knows what he’s doing. Right now we’re all trying to take care of you.”

Ari’s hand is big enough to completely envelop Denny’s lower jaw, and, realizing how long Denny has been gagged without a break, Ari starts massaging Denny’s jaw on both sides, to give him some relief.

Denny moans, a sign of ‘hurts so good’ over the massaging of his jaw.

“Good man, good man,” says Ari. “So remember, Ben’s bondage is keeping you safe.  You’ll let him gag you, won’t you? It’s your best protection.”

Denny slowly nods.  He’s been persuaded.

“I’m going to take my glove away for a moment and get Ben, okay?  You won’t yell?”

Denny shakes his head no.

Denny looks at Ari and thinks to himself, “I really like Ari, but he knows that I know the truth or at least half of it. He knows I like him, but he knows I want out and he knows I may possibly tell someone.”

“Okay, you’re not sure. I stay,” Ari says with a grin. “So, buddy, how’s your day going so far?”  His leather glove is still heavy on Denny’s mouth.

Denny stares at his gloved hands and looks into his eyes, trying to resist not melting for him again like earlier.

Ari takes pity on Denny, slides his gloved hand away just a bit but keeps it on Denny’s shoulder in case Denny calls out.

Now it pours out of Denny, a jumble of thoughts, “You know as good as I do this was technically a nonconsensual kidnap. Like a real kidnap. I agreed to be tied up, but you took me here all because your GPS plug wasn’t plugged in. You all technically could get in trouble.”

Ari slides his gloved hand back over Denny’s mouth and gets very close to him. “Smart. you’re right buddy.  But listen – it’s now much bigger than that. I’ve been talking to Nathan, and there’s a lot more wrong with this tournament. I’m not worried about us getting into trouble- we’re hearing about other things. You might not be the only nonconsensual hostage here, it gets much worse – we’re still trying to figure it out, but you should know this much…

“Our whole team has a responsibility to you, and we’re all trying to keep you safe now, not save our own skins. The safest situation for you is to be bound, gagged, and under our control. If another team – and worse yet the tournament committee – gets hold of you, that’s when I’d be worried.”

Ari’s gloved hand slides away briefly again. “That’s all I know right now,” he tells the bound prisoner. “Nathan is trying to find out more and make a plan.  But I hope you trust us now – we’re going to keep you tied up but get you out safe. okay?”

“How does keeping me in a consensual-nonconsensual situation by keeping me your hostage safe?” Denny blurts. “As much as I hate to admit it, I do like you all, some more than others, and I know it’s a game, but I really don’t want you all in trouble. I have never been kidnapped before. Hell, I doubt many have or ever would want that. I am just trying to think of this as a game and your mistake of what went wrong, and this is what happens when I agree even though it went outside of the agreement even though we never talked about that.

“Technically this is a real kidnapping – and you are lucky you are hot and I love your gloved hands. Too bad no one could even find me with those gloves. I am ready to leave.”

Ari’s glove clamps back up onto Denny’s mouth.  Denny is starting to get used to having conversation this way. He closes his eyes and moans as he feels the skintight leather and senses his cock getting hard again as Ari leans closer to talk to him. His gloved hands are HUGE, Denny can’t help but think once more.

“Listen to me, please – there’s so much more going on here now than any of us thought, and we’re worried about keeping you safe.  All of us agree. Just let Ben gag you again, okay?  I’m telling you, the alternative is A LOT more risky.”

Denny hasn’t noticed until now, but in the course of this conversation (such as it is), Ari has straddled Denny’s chest. He’s not sitting on him, but Ari’s tight leather pants and massive engineer boots are close on either side of Denny’s head.

Ari’s crotch is so close to Denny’s face. This close, Denny can see and smell Ari’s sexy black leather, with the snakelike outline of his cock tucked down his right leg.

“Okay, buddy?  Hey, here comes Ben.”

His gloved hand is removed again.  Again Denny blurts, “We will make a deal. I feel much safer with you, and I love your hands and leather on you and it puts me in a more comfortable state. Stay by me and hold me for a while and be the main guy for me until you can release me? Because if this is risky for both of us, I trust you more believe it or not. Hell, I don’t know who to trust and if this is a real kidnap or still a game.” Denny is distracted again, thinking Ari’s leather smells amazing as he creaks and Denny sees his boots.

Ari grins.  Somewhere between a grin and a smirk. “You make interesting deals, for someone tied up and not exactly in a position to bargain, but okay.  Just one thing.” Ari props up his right leg, and the shaft of his Wesco boot is almost in Denny’s face. Denny has been smelling leather all day, but Ari’s boots are something else. The oil-tanned leather smells super strong, and Denny has never before seen boots so black. Denny’s head reaches out and his head and mouth smell his leather boots and the toes. Denny closes his eyes and breathes in, and his lips just touch around the edges of the boots.

“Kiss my boot,” Ari says.  “I think maybe you want to already, but I’d like to see it.  And then Ben is coming in.  Agreed?” Ari’s left glove gently slaps Denny’s cheek.

Denny plants his lips and lets his tongue stick out as he slides from the toe of the boot and down on the sides. The leather feels amazing and smells good.

The experience is slightly hypnotic with Denny’s eyes shut and he’s just moaning.

“You did good, buddy, you did good. But we’re running out of time. Ben’s got your gag, and I’ll stay as long as I can with you.” Ari slowly backs away and crouches next to Denny as Ben comes with the now-familiar wedge gag. While this is happening, Ari lowers a gloved hand onto Denny’s crotch and feels his cock – seems like his hard-on just won’t quit and Ari grins again. Wraps his gloved fist around the cock, and with Denny moaning, says, “Ben – gag him now.”

“MMMPPH NOO THIS IS REAL HELPPPP!”

Denny’s mouth is open, reacting to the pain from squeezing his cock and balls. “AH!SOMEONE!  NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN THIS GAME!”

Urgently and swiftly, Ben appears and uses his gloved thumb to prop Denny’s mouth open. His other glove presses the wedge gag into Denny’s mouth, and in two more seconds the gag is buckled tight and Denny is gagged again.

“Mmmmmphhhh!” Denny rolls on his stomach and uses his legs and tries to get up but he’s still hobbled in rope around his ankles.

He uses his tied ankles to wiggle around, trying to get out of the tent space set up inside.

Ben is ready – of course he is – with more hanks of hemp rope clipped to his belt.

But first he uses his body weight to pin Denny.  Ben knows how much danger they’re in, and he doesn’t want to see Denny or any of his teammates spirited away to some black site.  He’s heard what Nathan has said he’s hearing, and he fears for Denny.  Feels more than a little responsibility for his safety.

“Mmmphmmmmmmm mmmlerrmmmgoommpph!”

The rope hobble is off, and Ben is on Denny’s boots, crossing his ankles and tying them. As soon as he’s tied that knot, he has a long tether of rope ready to tie Denny’s ankles down to his waist ropes. Denny is about to be hogtied!

With Denny now hogtied and gagged, Ben crouches over him and draws his face close to Denny’s ear, trying to soothe him. “Denny, Denny, please,” there it is again, Ben is calling him by name. “I didn’t want to do that. Hogtie is difficult and I was hoping it wouldn’t come to that.”

“But the game has changed, we don’t know what’s going to happen next,” Ben says. “We are all trying to take care of you and get you safely out of here.”

Suddenly Denny’s cock oozes with a bunch of precum. The men see the huge wet spot on his pants.

Ari speaks up, a low whisper to Ben in his Israeli accent …

“Ben, look at this.” – the wet spot.

“Shit,” Ben says, and the two of them exchange glances.

“Good he’s gagged again,” Ben whispers, as his gloved hand works Denny’s cock and balls out into the open.

“Mmmmmmmph!” Denny says as he tries to push the wedge plug gag but it’s so tight it’s hard to make a word.

Denny is fully subdued now, leather gagged, boxtied and hogtied in hemp rope, and his cock is rock hard inside his pants. Ari and Ben gather themselves and squeeze out of the hostage tent to return to battle.  As they leave, Ben’s gloved hand is on the back of Denny’s neck with a concerned squeeze. “Stay quiet, Denny, keep your gag in, PLEASE.” And then he’s gone.

Ari rubs Denny with his gloved hand and presses his boot onto his balls and cock.

Ari tells Denny that they are going to go hunting for a bit and take a break and they will be back. It’s early in the game, and they are going to check surroundings and see if they can find some other warriors to capture. He and Ben get into their cart after leaving Denny in the tent, and they disappear.

Denny is bound on the floor on top of the sleeping bag in a tight hogtie. He tries moving his hands but it’s impossible – even tighter than before. Fuck. He tries to move the gag around. He has some luck with that since it’s not the other tight muzzle.

“MPPPHHELPPP MMMPPH HELPMMPH!”

Denny’s grunt initiates a furious chain of events, which Denny has to try hard to keep on top of – disorienting to him, since Ben’s comforting muscles and Ari’s commanding leather boots were sheltering Denny not even 60 seconds prior.

In a flash, Jungle Team warriors are inside and outside of the hostage tent, surrounding him and in constant motion. As soon as he realizes who they are and how many they are (at least five), Denny knows what’s happening.  He’s being abducted!

“Oh shit. This thing is happening,” is all he has a chance to think. He tries to raise his gagged face and differentiate between the warriors.  They aren’t yelling – they don’t want to be heard at a distance, but they’re responding to commands, which are barked by one of them with staccato urgency, and yet just a shade above a stage whisper.

“MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE…” the squad leader says, and as he is spun around on his sleeping bag, Denny can see the Jungle Team has its own two gym rats who are the other team’s version of Ben – a compact, ripped technician, and its own Nathan, too – a six-foot-plus bodybuilder with huge chest and arms. They are dressed – as is the whole squad – in tight olive T shirts and camo pants, arsenals of knives and tools strapped to their belts and tool cases strapped to thighs. They are ready for anything. The black tactical boots and fearsome face paint have survived from the opening proceeding, but they’ve all changed gloves. Their fingerless gloves are replaced by the same black search gloves – thin and tight – that the Black Team guys have.

Denny wants to explain to them so bad that he is in a CNC situation but could be more serious than he thought. Denny’s grunt gets the attention of the squad lead (the Ben counterpart), and he orders, “Transfer NOW. Upon relo, GAG ADJUSTMENT.  NOW. MOVE, MOVE, MOVE…”

The biggest warrior – Denny thinks of him as Nathan in olive camo – reaches in and to Denny’s shock lifts his hogtied and gagged body off the sleeping bag with ONE HAND, and then with one swift motion whisks him through the air onto a blanket folded in half lengthwise and spread out on the floor.

As much as it’s possible for him to think anything, Denny can only think about what a miracle it is that the rope isn’t cutting into his muscles.  Quite the contrary he’s very comfortable in these few seconds, floating through the air, but still helplessly bound and gagged.  He can only explain this by Ben’s skill with tension displacement, since his weight is spread out over so many rope cuffs around his body parts from head to toe.

Once he’s on the floor, he can only see the floor ahead of him, and he’s looking at his abductors at boot level. Above his back he hears two lengths of chain extended across.  They are heavy and fall on him like an X.  He hears clips snapping into place, and in rhythmic formation, four of the warriors crouch and simultaneously shoulder a corner each of two poles.  This pulls the chain X taut, but Denny is not yet lifted off the floor.

Then simultaneously, the warriors stand up, and Denny is floating again.  They’re moving him like a captured prize at a boar hunt – the hogtied captive being brought back to their lair.

They carry him in perfect unison, so he floats rather than bumps, and one of the captors has gripped his head along the way, with yet another black leather glove clamped over the leather gag, holding it tightly en route. Before long they are at their compound where their own hostage tent is standing. They lower poles, detach the chain, and the Jungle Alpha lifts him into the tent and deposits him into the hidey hole. Two things happen then.

First, wary of the noise Ben’s wedge gag allowed to escape, they do a gag change.  Denny is ready and knows what comes next, but the captor’s glove is too fast. He’s folded a firm wad of camo bandannas and then rolled it into a mouth stuffing lateral plug it’s instantly stuffed into Denny’s mouth as soon as the older one comes out.

A gloved hand slams over Denny’s mouth again (nobody on these grounds seems to want to hear him speak at all), and then comes the tape.

Camo print tape is plastered over his stuffed mouth, and then with speed and stunning skill, eight turns of super tight camo duct tape are wound around his mouth. Tape gags seem to be this team’s superpower, and Denny can feel why.

The second surprise, after the gloved hands withdraw and Denny is left by himself, is that he discovers he is not by himself. Another warrior – this one wearing desert camouflage, is in the tent with him, gagged and tied up.  Denny is gobsmacked.

Denny stares at this guy. His ropes are well tied, but not as good as Ben’s rope work – but it still looks thorough and he’s not anywhere close to escaping. He has also a few tight bandanas with lots of duct tape around his mouth and buzzcut head.

Denny figures out three things quickly: first, the original Jungle team hostage – the guy tape gagged, zip-tied, and hogged at opening proceedings – is no place in sight. What happened? he wonders. Did he get sanctioned for his roars and the tournament directorate has hold of him? Was he kidnapped by Desert in retribution for this guy next to him?

And what ABOUT the guy next to him?  He isn’t the straitjacketed, sobbing hostage from the Desert team – he was a Desert team warrior, and the silver pellet paint blotch on his tight T shirt stretched over his muscular shoulders and chest makes clear that he just got unlucky – he came to hunt and fight, and now he’s fated to spend the afternoon gagged, bound, and agonizing.

And maybe Ben didn’t tie him, but he hasn’t managed to escape just yet.  He’s puffing with exertion through his tight gag as he tries to find slack in the ropes. He seems sure it must be there.  Someplace.

As Denny observes him trying to break free, he feels unsure how far they would be able to get away or even run since it’s a warehouse. Denny decides it’s best to comfort him, and if he wants to try and help to break free he can. He squirms over by moving his knees and he reaches the other gagged guy. Denny lays his gagged face on the guy’s big chest and rubs up and down. He looks at the guy calmly, trying to convey that if he wants to try to break free to go for it, but he also knows the risk more than likely, Denny reasons. Denny just lies with him trying to provide comfort.

The bound man continues to wiggle around a bit and he turns over and Denny can feel his hands. They are warm. He is trying to fool with Denny’s ropes but Denny knows it’s going to be impossible to untie him. There is absolutely zero way with Ben’s work. And in any event, Denny is trying not to get in any trouble and seeking an easier way out.

So Denny starts reviewing his situation. He mentally concedes that their ropes are both tight and no small task to loosen in low light. Gags – similar story.  Disappointing as it is after making headway with the wedge gag, the tape is so, so tight, and very effective. They really stuffed Denny’s mouth, and there’s very little sound coming. Whatever this guy and Denny can do for one another right now, they’ll have to do while gagged, bound, and helpless.  Full escape isn’t in the cards at this moment.

On another point, though, Denny reckons this dude can’t be nonconsensual kidnapped. He joined the tournament as a warrior.  He knew the rules. He got the pellet.  He has to be restrained. So he probably isn’t as fragile as Denny is.  No doubt he wants to escape his bondage, though, and the best Denny can do is comfort him.

So he squirms around to the guy’s chest, snuggles against him again, moans through his gag in an effort to offer solace, and he feels the guy rest his cheek on the top of Denny’s head.  He doesn’t know the dude’s name, or his story, or whether he’s friend or foe.  But what Denny does know is that – for the moment – they are brothers in rope and gags, and they need each other.

Denny leans again against his chest.  The guy is not like any of the dudes from among his kidnappers that Denny has been close to while bound and gagged. He isn’t an alpha captor like Ben. (How could he be? He’s all tied up!) And he doesn’t ooze sex and leather like Ari does. He isn’t leathered. But he seems a little like Chad – human and tender, maybe he’s Chad with muscles and a buzzcut.

Suddenly these thoughts are interrupted. Someone is pulling back the tent flap. Denny is startled, and the other bound guy pulls his torso up straight. Denny’s bonding session with the guy is stopped in its tracks and he focuses on the dude at the doorway.  He’s wearing a Desert mask tied over his mouth and nose, so he’s got to be a teammate of his co-captive, Denny thinks.

The co-captive is suddenly grunting furiously into his gag and shaking his bound-up arms.  “MMMM! MMMMMMM!!!”

“Wow, it’s Ken! Shit, man I didn’t see you all tied up like this – GUYS!  Ken’s tied up back here. Guys?  Guys?”

Ken’s teammate reaches into his pocket and crawls in a couple steps. He’s got safety shears and he’s already all over Ken, trying to cut off his gag. Denny hears Ken wince as the tape is peeled back, and he’s taken by surprise when a wad of damp cloth is spit into his lap, the stuffing from Ken’s gag.

“Fuck me, Quinn, I can’t believe you found us – what the fuck is happening? Are you by yourself?  Get this guy’s gag too. I think he’s suffering and I’m not sure everything is okay with him.”

“I don’t know, man.” Quinn says. “They were right behind me. It’s fuckin chaos out there, and there’s nothing regulation about what’s going on today.  All the hostage stuff, and guys tied up and gagged, I’m not sure who’s behind all this and I’m sure it’s not going as planned.”

Quinn turns to Denny. “Let me get your gag, bro, and then I’ll try to figure out what the fuck is going on.” He wields his shears to remove the tape gag from Denny.

As soon as tape is off and the stuffing is out – but before he gets a chance to say anything to anyone – he hears, “Move, move, move!” and the bootsteps of the Jungle guys are heard around the corner just outside the hostage tent.

Quinn is gone in a flash.

The intimidating sooty painted face of one of the Jungle warriors appears in the tent entrance – his white eyes gleam and seem extra scary. “GAG REPLACEMENT!” he calls over his shoulder, and then he’s gone and all the boot sounds and clomping back into the maze in pursuit of Quinn.  Denny, who is still leaned against Ken, feels Ken’s heart is pounding against his temple, not to mention the pounding of his own.

“Wait can we talk please, please!” Denny says. “I need to tell you something. I am not in the game.”

“Not in the game?” Ken says. He doesn’t get what Denny is saying. “Look at those ropes, bro. You seem in the game to me…” He lets out a rueful mirthless laugh.

“I was looking at apartments. I know the Black Team members from watching online games. They picked me up since I needed a ride. They wanted me to volunteer to try their new ropes until I got to my destination, but they didn’t plug in their GPS. I feel like it turned very nonconsensual but can’t prove if they kidnapped me for real.”

“Holy shit, man, really?” Ken says. “What’s your name, man? Really – you didn’t agree to be here?”

“I’m Denny. They kept telling me I would be okay and to just flow with it and it would be dangerous if they released me. They even slipped on leather gloves before tying me in the van too.”

“Hmmm, you think that was somehow because they were taking you against your will?” Ken asks. “I mean, even I have gloves, that’s not SO weird.” He squirms around to show his hands in fingerless gloves.

“I don’t know. I don’t know if they thought it was just a fun jock game. We talked some in a chat before about restraining in games, but I was just a watcher and they wanted to meet me. I’ve never done this or even played in a game. And what you have are fingerless gloves. They had on the same exact gloves these Jungle guys have on right now.”

“Oh – the black ones? Like moto cops? Search gloves, right?” Ken says.

“Yes. I mean I like those guys don’t get me wrong. But I never imagined this. I was freaked out.”

Ken continues, “They may have kidnapped you, but you LIKE them? I don’t know, Denny.  Listen, this is really important. Have they tortured you? And forgive me for asking but did you get raped?  I’m not trying to freak you out, but with what I’ve been hearing today, I’m starting to believe anything.”

Denny gives a jumbled answer, “I mean … what I mean is … if someone randomly took me then I would be highly upset but I knew them from the game. At first I thought okay they are in game mode … but it’s been three hours now maybe longer. I don’t think it’s all game mode. Torture as in tight bondage and sometimes pressing against my balls. They like to put their gloved hands on my mouth. They all do, actually. But no, they didn’t rape me, but they would hold me and touch my cock.”

“Did it go further than that?” Ken asks. “Geez, doesn’t matter. If you had a gag in your mouth you can’t consent to that.  Still I don’t know about guys who would do all that when you didn’t agree.”

“I did agree to be tied up in the van on the way to my appointment and released then, but they got lost and took another turn apparently and no GPS was on and they went directly to the game,” Denny answers.

Ken frets, “Listen, I don’t know about these guys. And now I’m tied up and they’re out there – can’t feel real good about that. He squirms, trying to stretch his pecs which are accentuated by the ropes of the harness crossing his chest.

“I gotta tell you what I know, Denny, because I don’t know what’s happening now.  It’s possible whoever told you that you were best off staying tied up may have been right. There’s a lot of whispers about what’s going on here. The Jungle hostage got out of his zip ties and he’s AWOL. And they seem really freaked out about that.  There’s talk about police raids, and the whole thing may be illegal, and everyone here could be arrested over all this hostage play. And there’s other talk that the guys who are bound and gagged and chained up with the directorate – there’s like two dozen of them at least, I can’t even tell where they all came from – are being trafficked and could be on their way to a black site before the cops even get here, and that scares me more than anything.”

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