By @reconkayar and @mmmph82

Part 7 – The Cabin

SATURDAY MORNING – 2:00am

Denny squirms in his bondage and listens. He is grateful for the extra movement he got from Nathan undoing the tethers. But he still can’t get his head anywhere near the bunk rim to see down. Nathan and Ari have gone ahead to take stock at the cabin, leaving Chad and Ben. Ben is down with Ken, changing his gag and binding him for transport. It’s a three-rope box tie similar to what Denny had in for the escape to the getaway van.

Ben reties Ken’s cloth gag: two bandannas worked into his mouth, followed by a knotted bandanna as a cleave gag over the stuffing, and two layers of seal pulled very tight and knotted, covering Ken’s full face below his nose. It feels tight and sexy to Ken, but Ben is aware that, with some work, Ken might possibly eject it. There’ll be enough time later to fix that. Meantime Chad appears to tend to Denny. Chad sits by Denny’s head and tries to comfort him, gently stroking his temple with a gloved hand and locking eyes with him.

Denny tears up a little to see Chad. His face has always been tender and understanding. Chad wipes his tears away, saying “shhhh.” Chad has brought clothes – they’re not moving Denny in naked. He’s preparing to dress Denny, but it isn’t happening yet. They’re Denny’s same shirt, cargo pants and tactical boots he had before.

“You spent a whole day bound and gagged wearing these, bro,” Chad said. “You will probably want them washed.” Chad reaches for Denny’s shirt, bunches it up, brings it to his own face and sniffs deeply.

“Mmmmmm. Or not…”

Ben’s voice is heard from below, “INCOMING!” as he tosses a small plastic packet over the bunk rim. It lands by Denny’s head, and Chad picks it up. “Oh, new gloves. Team rules, new stop, new gloves.”

He places it down on the bed and sets to dressing Denny. This requires a little cooperation, but Chad gives instructions and leaves Denny gagged.  He also doesn’t pull Denny’s shirt down so as not to aggravate his still-clipped nipples. Still, Denny is soon back in his clothes, a bit glad of that but still anxious. Chad has attached Denny’s wrists laterally instead of above, which Denny’s shoulders appreciate. Denny looks at Chad, turns his head and grunts through the gag. He’s trying to draw Chad’s attention to the packet.

“Mmmmmm!”

“What, these?” Chad picks them up. “You want these? Oh, I know. You want me to change into these gloves then let you smell ’em, don’t you? Is that it?”

“Mmmmmmmm!”

Chad breaks into a grin. He extends his arms toward Denny’s face, realizing there’s a show to put on here. He slowly and deliberately pulls each finger on the tight left glove, then again, then carefully eases the glove off. He places the glove onto Denny’s chest, just below the collarbone.

Now he’s repeating the process for the right glove. A little faster, with bare fingers. The second glove is down on Denny’s chest. Chad has been driving in them, so they got some sweat. But the whiff Denny gets starts his cock stirring. He opens the glove packet, removes the folded gloves and separates them. He puts the left one aside and takes the right glove into both palms. He raises it to his face and sniffs deeply.

Now it’s Denny’s turn. Chad lays the right glove over Denny’s nose and mouth and rubs his face gently. The glove is brand new and pungent with leather scent. Lifting up the glove, Chad makes a slow and deliberate show of pulling the gloves on in front of Denny. He extends his arms, so they slide on and crackle as he pulls them, directly under Denny’s nose. These gloves are different from the last couple pairs Denny has seen, he notices. The previous gloves had points, but these were sewn without. No three lines of stitching on the back of the hand, just smooth, uninterrupted leather all around the hand.

Denny’s cock gets extremely hard seeing the new tight leather. He got to see Chad’s bare hands, but not once did they touch him. To Denny’s eye these gloves are even tighter than before, and it is some effort for Chad to work the gloves over his hands. But he takes his time, and when they’re on he rubs his hands enticingly directly in front of Denny’s face. The crackle is loud and it arouses Denny further. Chad places his gloved finger at Denny’s navel and starts drawing it up Denny’s abdomen slowly. He stops when he reaches the chain laying across his pecs – Denny had momentarily forgotten Ari’s clamps had been on his nips this entire time. Suddenly Denny’s eyes are extremely wide.

“I think you’ve suffered enough down here, Denny,” Chad says quietly. Denny braces, because he knows there’s no way these come off without discomfort. Chad’s gloved fingertips circle each nipple, preparing Denny. Then he sits on his haunches, grasps both clamps in his gloved hands, and quickly releases the spring, taking them completely off. Denny gasps, then begins a sob into his gag. The feeling of the blood rushing back in is overwhelming.

Chad drops the clamps, spreads out his gloved palms, places them on Denny’s nips and rubs very gently. Even the lightest of stimulation is overload on Denny’s sensitive nips, and he strains against the cuffs spreading him out. And still, through all this pain and overstimulation, his cock is raging.

“Mmmphmmmmphmmmmmmmmm! Mmmfuckmppph! Fuuckmppph!”

The wad of cloth lets Denny make some audible sounds. He finds that sometimes he can form a few muffled words. His new gloved hands feel amazing to Denny, and Denny loves the way Chad took the clamps off his pecs… the hurt and pain of it, it was like pleasure and torture and other feelings afterwards. Denny has the thought that Chad’s gloved hands could get away with anything at this point since he likes him so much.

Once he senses a steadying of Denny’s breathing, Chad gives Denny’s nips one more leathered brush and moves over to straddle Denny. “Let’s calm that head of yours and give you some more leather scent to soothe you. I think that’s what you need before we leave the van.”

Chad cradles Denny’s jaw in his gloved hands and begins cranio-facial massage, gently starting with his fingertips on the jaw. Denny had the stuffer plug from the Silencer muzzle in his mouth for so long, it’s still sore from the strain. The bandanna gag in his mouth now isn’t nearly so strenuous, more like a gentle hug around his mouth, but enough to quiet him down.

Chad’s fingers continue to work the muscles and tendons on Denny’s cheek, temple, and skull – firmly but gently. It’s blissful for Denny, who has done almost nothing all day but struggle and squirm in bondage.

Chad makes sure to frequently draw his leathered palm across Denny’s mouth and nose, pausing and waiting for Denny to inhale – taking the leather smell into his sinuses and lungs – each time before he moves on with the massage.

“Mmmmmmm,” Denny closes his eyes and smells the leather, rubbing his head all into his leather gloved hand as Chad rubs him. The massage ends with gentle pressure from both gloved hands – first on the top of Denny’s head, then the temples, then the jaw. Finally, Chad lays both hands out on Denny’s cheeks with each thumb under his nostril and presses gently. Denny is enveloped in the leather smell.

Chad slides his hands off and rubs the gloves together just above Denny’s face. They stretch and crackle as Chad interlaces his fingers, and it’s almost overwhelming for Denny. “Okay, buddy, we’re about to go in. Ben’s going to tie you up now. It’ll be good to get off the road for a bit, huh? You know I’ll be looking after you, don’t worry.”

“C’mon, let’s get down and do this thing,” Chad says as he pats at Denny’s groin and smiles, because he can feel Denny is still very hard. Chad releases Denny’s ankle cuffs from the bunk frame and Denny can now bend his legs and bring them together, which is a huge relief. He unclips the wrist cuffs, sits Denny upright, and draws Denny’s arms back. The clips on the cuffs snap together as easily as they attached to the bunk frame, and Denny’s wrists are now bound behind him and he can sit gagged and waiting with legs dangling over the edge, where he sees Ben, preparing rope and briefly glancing up at Denny.

Ben turns and reaches up to the bunk, where his strong arms lift Denny up and lower him into a hug, his body close to Ben’s warm muscles as they turn around and Ben deposits Denny onto a padded stool positioned across from the bunks.

Ben ties his three-rope harness onto Denny one more time, but in opposite order because his wrists are already cuffed. In not even five minutes’ time, there’s a snug ribbon of stacked rope above his pecs and another one below, cinched in back and tied off. Now Ben takes the padded mitts off Denny’s wrists, positions them wrist-to-forearm, and begins wrapping the hemp around the hands to form the wrist cuff.

“Mmmphhhmmmmm!” Denny shakes his wrists as Ben ties them tightly, protesting but also hard as a rock. Soon, Denny’s arms are fully bound, and Ben removes the ankle cuffs. While kneeling on the floor, Ben runs his gloved hands up Denny’s thighs. Ben has put on his new gloves, Denny observes to himself, seeing the smooth leather stretched across the back of Ben’s hands.

“Mmmppphhmmmm!”

Denny’s cock gets even harder – if it’s even possible, he thinks. Ben’s thumb reaches Denny’s crotch and touches the cock, informing him of Denny’s persistent arousal. He gets a serene look on his face and meets Denny’s eyes. As always with a bound man, Ben is studying, studying, studying.

Ben stands up and deeply smells his glove. Only now does Denny look toward the front of the van, where Ken’s chest and arms are bound similarly to his, and his mouth is sealed with what looks like a very tight bandanna gag, thicker than Denny’s own gag. Ken is seated on an identical stool, helpless, and waiting gagged and bound.

The kidnappers have dressed him again but done him the kindness of replacing his T shirt which had been trashed by the hostage paint pellet.

Ben sees Denny shake his wrists trying to get the cuff tie off, but there’s so much tight rope work. Ben grabs Denny’s arm with a gloved hand and simply says, “STOP.”

“You’re not getting out of this. But I can always add more rope in order to subdue you,” Ben taunts. “So it’s your choice, but be smart, buddy. There’s a different experience waiting for you inside.”

Denny is getting turned on, but he has the thought that his abduction has become even more real, considering he could not make a deal with Nathan. But, he reasons, he is not hurt, and these fuckers like him and just want to tease and torment him. Denny knows they are in trouble, so he feels he should try to keep them out of more trouble. At least, he thinks, this is why I am with them. Being kidnapped for real is, well, interesting – but at least he knows them now, and they are hot, and their gloves are amazing…  But then, the way they taunt him. Denny’s thoughts are all over the map.

Ken has a more concerned look than ever before. Denny has a sense of what is up but so much is still uncertain. Denny stares at him with a reassuring face, trying to convey that they are okay, they are just perverts having fun, and their own games just turned into trouble. We will be rescued, he thinks.

Ben turns around, facing Denny. Something’s about to happen, it feels like. Ben puts one hand on Denny’s shoulder and squeezes, and he looks down at Denny intently. His other glove eases Denny’s head forward and hugs it to himself. Denny is aware of his gagged face suddenly buried in Ben’s warm crotch.

“Mmmmphmmmmfuckmmph!” Denny’s face is finally in his crotch, what Denny has wanted all day. Ben rubs Denny’s gagged face up and down his erection inside his pants. The top of Denny’s gag wrapped around his lips gently tugs off from his mouth as he rubs Ben’s crotch, and now his exposed lips with bandana cinched inside his mouth and teeth rub around Ben’s cock and touch the tip of his hard-on.

Ben allows a minimal moan to escape his throat, and Denny feels Ben’s leathered fingers dig just slightly into his shoulder, but he quickly regains his composure and goes back to professional mode. He checks Denny’s gag and tightens the knot.

The rear van doors swing open, and it’s Ari, unabashedly bare-chested with his nipple rings gleaming and leather pants riding low on his slim hips. The sun is up. Denny and Ken have lost so much track of time they couldn’t quite tell it was morning again already.

“Hey, my tied-up little fuckers, let’s go!” Ari laughs, He thinks he is hilarious. Ben heaves a sigh and he and Chad, who is standing Ken up and holding his bound upper arm, just roll their eyes.

As they get to the rear of the van they see Nathan standing with black sack hoods laid out over his forearm. Clearly they’re going to be marched blind into the cabin.

Ken is helped down first. Before the hood drops over his head, he casts an anxious glance back at Denny. Denny focuses on Ken’s questioning eyes and his carefully roped-up wrists. He wonders what this must be like for Ken, being converted from fearsome warrior to bound and gagged captive. He thinks back to Ken, saying to Nathan, “Gag me, boss,” and wonders whether Ken had any idea then how long he would remain gagged.

Denny is helped down next. a hood is lowered over his head, and Denny prepares himself to see blackness, but that’s not all he perceives when it happens. There’s an apparatus of some kind that aligns to his head, fitting over the crown of his skull to snugly align with his eyes and around to his ears. He doesn’t smell leather and it’s certainly not a muzzle. But it does put weight and pressure on his head and he wonders what torture this machinery is made to deliver. The hood, he reasons, was just a feint to make sure he wouldn’t see the device, and now he can’t see anything. He’s cut off from ambient noise and sight. The hood seems to be getting pulled off, but it barely affects anything to have it gone. He is gagged and cut off as Ben wraps a muscled arm around Denny and leads him through several doorways into a final room his body briefly touches the edge of what seems to be some sort of high table.

Denny begins moaning inquisitively into his gag, as he feels Ben cradle and lift his body onto the table, where he lays Denny on his stomach. The device fits his head and does not slip off his eyes or ears. Ben is quick with the rope, as always, and he folds and ties both legs quickly into a frogtie, with ankles and thighs attached in a two-column tie on each leg.

Ben is fiddling with the controls on the front of the device now, and Denny feels a band tightening around his forehead and crown, setting the device into position around his head and holding it snug. Now he’s feeling the device and thus his head being pulled up, and there’s the feeling that rope attached to the machine is being tied off. He feels another end of the same rope being tied to the harness point of the ropes in the small of his back. The device is now part of his bondage, and Denny really can’t move now.

He hopes he’s not about to get electrocuted or tortured with this thing. He has no idea what to expect. He’s struggling with his gag and starting to feel as if he could work it out of his mouth with a little effort. At the same time, he realizes that all touch and adjustment of the ropes is gone. He wonders where Ben is and tries to figure out whether he is alone in this room now. No way to tell.

The machine whizzes to life, and a world wakes up around Denny. Denny is now laid on the padded leather floor of the room. It feels like a sofa but seems like the floor, so he is further confused. But his head torso and legs are being held in place by tethers to something above his head. He cannot imagine what apparatus Ben has used to restrain him.

The VR headset comes on. It shows a similar situation Denny has been in before, but it’s a camera recording of other hostage games the team has done. Secretly they’ve been playing these games for a while unbeknownst to Denny. The body camera shows Nathan taking out extremely thin tight black leather gloves and taking his time putting them on his hands, getting his paintball gun and preparing to attack. He runs to cuff someone with a gloved hand over his mouth, then the man is cuffed, and then a huge leather wedge gag, smaller than what Denny had, is pushed into his mouth.

It’s hours and hours and hours of recorded game play tied to his head and ears. And with this headset, it seems the guys can talk to Denny in real time and brainwash him if they wanted or hypnotize him, talking to him or saying things into his ear in total darkness.

After the guy is gagged on the ground he hears Nathan on the head piece, “Oh yeah, our buddy there – he was hot! – from another team, he and didn’t expect us to capture him. We kept him for a few days after the game. He didn’t even know it was us. He pissed his pants.”

“At least you weren’t pissing your pants. We picked you up. See how easy you were to kidnap?”

Denny moans as he hears Nathan and continues watching them hunt for more guys. He wiggles around on the floor and thankfully is able to move the ankle bar so that he can lay on his side. They continue to attack more guys. Ari, it seems, is doing the most kidnapping and then Ben completes the bondage.

Denny finds he is able to push the gag slowly out. The knotted bandana is tight, but he’s able to get he’s tongue from under the wad of cloth and push out. He speaks: Uughhh, I need to get the fuck out of here! I’ve been kidnapped for real!” He continues to watch the recorded game and they take down more men.

“Denny, It’s us. Nobody else is hearing you. Your abduction is still in progress, and WE will be the ones to say when it ends. Then you will be free to go.”

“Fuck, what is this on my head? This is crazy. The ropes are even tighter than before.”

“Denny, this is Chad. I want you to focus on my voice. We can hear you now. Do you hear us? We can hear you speak now, we know your gag is out.”

“Ugh, yes I can hear you. Where am I at?”

“Good, Denny, good. You’re safe. You’re just going to stay tied up and be brought through our virtual world for a little while. Focus on my voice. You know I take care of you. I want you to focus on that caring and block all other thoughts. Chad cares for you. You know that. Focus on my voice. I care for you. You know that.“

“Are you hearing me, Denny? Denny, don’t float away, stay with me. Focus on my voice.”

“I hear you. Ugh, fuck! I am kidnapped!”

“Denny, I need you to stay here with me. I’m keeping you safe. I care for you.”

“I don’t know how to feel about this,” Denny laments.

“Yes, Denny, you are kidnapped.”

“I am trying.”

“I’ll help you with how to feel. You’re kidnapped, but I care for you.”

“Would you repeat that back to me? You are kidnapped. And I care for you.”

“I know you do, but I need to find a way out.”

“Now, you tell me that.”

“Ugh, I am kidnapped but you care for me.”

“Denny, I’m going to help you with all that. Stay with me and listen. You’re not holding back the external thoughts yet.”

“No, Denny, not ‘but’ I care. Stay with me. You are kidnapped, and I care for you.”

“You are kidnapped, and I care for you.”

“You are kidnapped and I care for you.”

“No, Denny, I know you’re trying. but change the pronouns. I’m Chad. You’re Denny.”

“You are kidnapped, and I care for you.”

“Now you tell me that.”

“I am kidnapped and you care for me.”

“Is this still a game or real?”

“Right now, the game is the only real thing for you. You’re in this world. So don’t worry about that – that’s an external thought.”

Denny turns over and the bar rotates as his feet are flat on the leather floor. His hands try to reach his knees or some place to loosen the ties but it’s impossible.

“Let’s go back. I’m going to ask you to say it again. You’re kidnapped and I care for you.”

“I am kidnapped and you care for me.”

“That’s very good. You’re going to need to stay with me and get through this game if you want to get out of those ropes.”

“So clear the external thoughts.”

“Just my voice.”

“You are ….. what?”

“Kidnapped.”

“Yes. And who cares for you?”

“Chad cares for me.”

“Yes, Denny, very good. Those are the two truths in your world right now. Stay with those. Clear away all those external thoughts. you can deal with all of them later. Focus on my voice only, Denny. I’m going to try and help you clear your external thoughts now. First, I want you to hear yourself breathing. Listen for a few seconds and don’t say anything. Hear your breathing?”

“Yes. It’s relaxing.”

“Good, Denny, that’s what we want.”

“Stay with my voice. I’m going to count backwards. Be aware of your breathing and listen to the numbers, I’m going from 10 to 1. And when we get to 1, you will just have those two truths to remember. What are they, Denny?”

“I am kidnapped and you care for me.”

“Excellent. Ten … Nine … Eight … Seven … Six … Five … Four … Three … Two … One. Very good, Denny, you seem very relaxed. You can hear my questions now, and you can answer.”

“See the man in front of you in the game, Denny? See that Ben is with him in the game. What is on his body, Denny? I think you know.”

“It’s a large gag.”

“Yes, he has a gag, and what’s all over his arms and legs?”

“Denny, stay with me.”

“Rope.”

“Yes, Denny, rope. He’s a hostage, and he needs ropes and a gag.”

“What is the man, Denny?”

“Ben.”

“No – not Ben. The man on the ground, not Ben.”

“Listen very carefully. My voice is all you need. He’s a hostage, and he needs ropes and a gag.”

“Hostage.”

“Yes, that’s good – he’s a hostage. And he needs what, Denny?”

“Ropes and a gag.”

“Yes, Denny, very good. Now stay with me, because while you listen to me, Ben and Ari will keep going in the game, and you’ll see them take more hostages. They all need ropes and a gag.”

“And you, Denny, right now, what’s on YOUR body?”

“Ropes.”

“Yes, you have ropes because you’re kidnapped, and you need ropes. But you’re different. You’re kidnapped, and I care for you.”

“You need ropes because you’re kidnapped. But the hostages don’t have me caring for them. You do.”

“You’re kidnapped, and I care for you, and you need ropes. I care for you, and Ari, Nathan and Ben are on my team. So they care for you too. And you remember, Denny, right? You are … what?”

“Kidnapped.”

“Kidnapped and cared for.”

“And what does Ben keep doing to you?”

“Denny? What does Ben do to you?”

“You remember.”

“Keeps me tied up.”

“He kidnaps me.”

“Yes, very good, Denny. You’re doing great. Ben keeps you tied up.”

“Why does Ben keep you tied up? Remember what we said about Ben. Why does he keep you tied up?”

“What did we say about Ben, Nathan, Ari and me? We all … what?”

“Kidnapped but to keep me safe.”

“Because we…?”

“You care.”

“That’s right, Denny. We care for you.”

“Ben cares for you. You’re kidnapped and Ben cares for you, just like me.”

“You’re kidnapped and Ari cares for you, just like me.”

“And Nathan cares for you, just like me.”

“In the game you’re going to see Ben catch more hostages. He’ll tie them up and gag them too.”

“But all of us care for you, Denny, that’s the difference.”

“You care for me.”

“Yes, you’re doing great. So I’m going to count you back out from listening to just me now, but I want you to stay in the game. And when we get to 10, you’re going to forget this whole conversation and remember only those two things, and you’re going to repeat them to yourself, or even out loud, whenever you worry about your kidnapping, or your bondage, or anything else, and you’re going to get this feeling back again.”

“I am kidnapped and you care for me.”

“I am kidnapped and you care for me.”

“I am kidnapped and you care for me.”

“I am kidnapped and you care for me.”

“I am kidnapped and you care for me…”

 

Yes, so you’ll stay in the game for a while, and after you come out of this relaxed state, you’ll forget this conversation, and just remember anytimg you’re worried about your kidnapping, or when Ben is tying you up, or any one of us is tying you up, you just remember those two things you know, and say them to yourself. One, …. Two …. Three … Four … Five … Six … Seven … Eight … Nine … TEN.”

Immediately something is pushed into Denny’s mouth. He doesn’t expect it. It’s not something he has ever felt before – but he is pretty sure he is being gagged, all of a sudden. Ben – from the smell Denny is pretty sure it’s Ben – is wiggling the silicone device and fitting it into Denny’s mouth. It has some sort of slot for his tongue, and his tongue is completely surrounded. There’s a rim of silicone right behind the tongue compartment, and he feels Ben tucking the rim between his cheek and gums, almost like a strange mouth guard. It’s now fully in, and Denny closes his lips. On the outside, it feels like a ball gag, but it has no strap. And just as quickly as that thought forms, there are leather straps all over his head, and Denny figures out it’s a black leather muzzle, but not the Silencer model he had before. The straps are not as wide, and the mouth cover has no gag inside, a good thing because the silicone gag has already been applied to his mouth and fills it.

It’s quickly buckled around his head. And now he’s muzzled and gagged, unexpectedly. He tries to pull his tongue from the silicone and speak out, but the tongue compartment forms a vacuum and tightens around his gag. Denny doesn’t know what it is, but it is certainly keeping him from talking. He can make some noise, but his mouth is completely prevented from forming words.

And even though he might have panicked over this, Denny is only forming one thought…

“Mppph, I am kidnapped but safe. They won’t hurt me. But they want me for their own. They like me. Enjoy the feeling.”

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Thanks to @JarheadTop for review and edits.