*** UPDATE - A Willing Captive Part 7

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*** UPDATE - A Willing Captive Part 7

Post by alfiej_uk » Sat Dec 13, 2014 10:58 pm

Part 6.

Colin bit down on the gag and tried to swallow. He looked up as far as his bonds would allow but could only see white lights shining at him. He looked back down. We tried to wriggle his shoulders, then tried to move his feet. Whilst there was a small amount of movement, he knew exactly what held him in position and that there was no getting out. He was conscious of the tight wetsuit was pressing all over his body, and that he was now sweating quite hard. The limited amount of movement he could achieve was having an effect on his cock. Colin could not remember having an erection as hard as the one he now had. He let out a guttural grunt of frustration into the gag and shook his shoulders hard, more in frustration than with any hope that this would bring any relief, either from his bonds or through his cock.

Martin stood and watched. He had positioned the lights so that Martin could not see him as he stood behind them, he still had his top on, but was naked from the waist down and stood playing with his rigid cock, watching his wetsuited captive. He stood for a few minutes and turning, took off his top walked away from the lights to the back of the room. He picked up an item from a chair at the back of the room. Carefully he slid his legs in, then pulled it up and then slid his arms into the short sleeves. He adjusted his cock until it was nesting comfortably, then reached behind him and carefully zipped it up to his neck. He smoothed out the wrinkles and, readjusting his cock, turned to admire himself in the mirror. This was more like it, he thought. Wetsuits were great, and could be worn outside, and, in the right circumstances, were perfectly acceptable in public places. Martin preferred the feel of pure rubber next to his skin, and this surfsuit fitted the bill exactly.

Martin was aware that Colin had stopped struggling and was stood still, head down, still secured to the poles. Martin didn’t want to leave his friend – captive, he reminded himself – alone for too long so he quickly continued to dress. A stiff pair of shiny 20 hole DMs followed, laced to the top hole and then he carefully rolled a pair of full length rubber gloves up each arm in turn. Taking another item from the chair, he adjusted his cock inside the surf suit and then walked back over to where Colin, who had heard the sound of boots, was trying to peer through the lights.

Martin could hear the gasp through Colin’s gag when he stepped in front of the lights and saw Colin’s eyes widen. Martin walked over to the secured lad and ran a rubber finger slowly around the captive lad’s lips, catching some saliva and wiped his fingers down Colin’s wetsuit.

Grasping a handful of Colin’s hair, he pulled the lad’s head back and , with his other hand reached between his legs and started slowly massaging Colin’s cock. Martin was please but not surprised that he was rock hard.

‘You like what you see’ He whispered into Colin’s ear, while staring into his eyes. It wasn’t a question, more a statement of fact.

Colin, wide eyed, could only stare back initially, but then shifted his gaze down the other boy’s body, and was drawn by the contrast between the shiny rubber of the cat suit, the sheen on the DMs and the white skin in between.

Martin withdrew but Colin could not take his eyes off him, and Martin knew it. He briefly showed Colin the item he was holding and then slowly pulled it over his head. Making sure that the eye, mouth and nose holes were properly aligned, he smoothed the tight rubber hood over his head. Reaching behind him, Martin unzipped the surf suit and tucked the bottom of the hood into the neck of the suit before zipping it back up.

He momentarily stood in front of Colin, legs apart and hands on hips, allowing the captive to savour the sight and then walked back over and stood directly in from of the drooling boy. Gently this time, he pulled the boy’s head back and caressed his face and head. The gagged boy stared into his eyes, now framed by a shiny rubber hood.

‘Ready for some fun’ Martin paused for effect ‘boy’?

To be continued….


Part 7.

Colin did not respond as Martin’s rubber covered hands explored his body, he just closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations. He’d fantasised about scenes like this while surfing the internet and spent not a few hours wanking furiously at the thought. It didn’t occur to him that if he ever did find himself in that position, he’d be unable to bring himself to climax, the predicament becoming only too apparent as Martin’s fingers brushed lightly over Colin’s cock.

Martin brought his rubber covered head close to Colin, who could smell the rubber. He shivered slightly as Martin whispered in his ear ‘I’m going remove the gag now, as I need to go and fetch some stuff from the house and I don’t want you choking on it while I am away. You are to remain silent, if you make a noise there will be painful consequences’.

Colin nodded and was pleased when the gag was unbuckled and gently removed. He moved his jaws but kept silent. The position he was restrained in meant that his head was pointing to the ground, but he managed to lift it sufficiently to see his rubber covered captor disappearing through the door, which Colin assumed led back into the house.

Colin explored the limits of his bonds, which wasn’t much and tried unsuccessfully to get more comfortable. While his cock was still rock hard, being tied up on his own wasn’t nearly as much fun as when Martin was there and he became more concerned as time went on and there was no sign of the other boy. He had no idea of how he’d been left alone, he tried to support his weight on his legs, rather than his arms which were starting to ache, and, forced as he was in a forward leaning position, his head dropped forward so that he was staring at the floor. He tried wiggling his hips to massage his cock, but the wetsuit clung to his body and was too tight to get any purchase.

Suddenly more lights came on. He heard the door open and Martin walked back into the room. Colin looked up and stared. Martin had removed the hood but was now otherwise completely covered in shiny skin tight rubber. He looked at Martin, who, catching his eye, winked. He held up his hands as he walked back to Colin, who could see a jumble of straps in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. Placing the items on the floor, Martin approached his captive and stroked his head with one rubber covered hand while massaging his cock with the other.

Colin groaned and was rewarded with a painful squeeze of his cock. Martin grasped Colin’s hair and pulled his head back and stared into the other boy’s eyes.
‘Supposed not to make any noise boy’ he said quietly ‘ but we’ll sort that out in a minute’. He winked again.
Going behind Colin, he loosened off the rope holding the bar behind Colin and lowered it. He then knelt and undid the leg spreader and helped the boy into a more upright position, reattaching the leg spreader in front of the pole. He then removed the pole and rope behind Colin and took them to the side of the room. Colin flexed his shoulders. While still handcuffed to the pole with his legs forced apart, this was relatively comfortable compared to the previous position. As he watched his friend return, Colin’s cock twitched as he realised that he wanted to be similarly dressed.

Mindful of the no noise rule, he looked at Martin with what he thought was a pleading look and blinked his eyes. Martin ran his rubber covered fingers through Colin’s hair and laughed.

‘You want to say something boy?’

Colin nodded.

‘Make it quick then’ Martin said lightly, as he bent down and picked up the items he’d bought back into the room. He showed Colin the water bottle. ‘You must be thirsty’

Colin hesitated and nodded’ ‘Yes please’ adding ‘Sir’. Martin smiled.

‘What’s on your mind?’ he asked. Inside Martin’s stomach was churning. Had he gone too far, was Colin about to back out and spoil the whole plan?

He resisted the urge to laugh out loud.

‘Ummm, can I try a suit like that’? Colin asked tentatively?

Martin smiled in relief. ‘I’m sure we can sort something out soon’ he told the anxious looking Colin who smiled back.

Martin continued ‘Things are going to pick up a little now, but don’t be scared, no-one is going to hurt you so just go with the flow, OK?’ He looked Colin directly in the eye and smiled again.

Before Colin could respond, Martin held up the jumble of straps. ‘You need to wear this for disobeying the no noise rule. You’ll be able to drink through it and breathe through your mouth as well as your nose, but it’s very effective at stopping slaves from making any noise. Open wide’

He held it in front of Colin, who could see a cup like shape with a rubber bulb with a hole in the centre. The bulb was pushed towards his mouth until it touched his lips.

Almost unconsciously Colin opened his mouth and accepted the bulb. Martin quickly but gently pressed it in until Colin’s chin was seated in the cup and proceeded to fasten the straps that would hold the muzzle in place. Colin was pleased that the device was padded on the inside. He wasn’t to realise until much later that, as well as helping to keep any sounds made by the wearer to a minimum, it also allowed the device to be worn for long periods of time - very long periods of time!

Martin adjusted the strap that ran either side of Colin’s nose, making sure that where the two straps joined over the bridge of Colin’s nose was correctly positioned while Colin tested the soft rubber, pliable bulb that now filled his mouth. He found he could breathe quite easily although it felt a little strange breathing with his mouth open.

Colin felt the straps being buckled behind his head as the muzzle was pulled in, and a further strap was buckled round his forehead. Martin gently pulled on the straps holding the muzzle in place, ensuring that they were correctly positioned.

‘Are you OK?’ he asked. ‘You’re probably going to be in this for a while’ Again a wink.

Colin nodded. The whole thing was made of rubber, and Colin breathed deeply through his nose, taking in the wonderful aroma.

‘Just the collar, then we’re almost finished and you can try out the drinking straw’.

Martin buckled the collar around Colin’s neck. Going in front of the him, he pushed a finger under the collar either side of Colin’s adam’s apple. Colin was pleased to feel that the collar was padded as Martin tightened it another notch, before checking again with his fingers.

Colin was less happy when he saw Martin bend down and reappear holding a number of small padlocks and, without a moment’s hesitation, clicked one shut on every buckle on the muzzle.

Bending down again, he picked up the water bottle. Colin could see that there was a rubber pipe attached to the top which Martin pushed into the front of the muzzle.

‘There’s a valve in here that stops the water coming out, so in order to get water you need to blow into the pipe first. Try it’

Colin did as instructed and was rewarded with a flow of cool water coming through the pipe.

‘You need to get used to swallowing with your mouth open’ Martin advised ‘Try again’

Colin blew harder into the pipe, he hadn’t realised how thirsty he was.

‘I’d be careful how much I drink, if I were you – toilet breaks are likely to be few and far between….’ He let the words hang for a moment ‘but you wouldn’t be the first person to piss in a wetsuit while wearing it…’
Martin waited a moment longer. ‘Finished’ he asked?

Colin confirmed with a nod so Martin pulled the pipe from the muzzle and set it down.

Taking a small rubber bulb, Martin plugged it into the side of the muzzle and squeezed it a couple of times. Colin felt the gag expand, forcing his jaws wider apart, as much as the muzzle would allow and then gasped and bent forwards from the sudden pain caused by Martin giving his cock and balls a hard slap through the wetsuit.

‘Just checking for volume’ Martin chuckled. ‘That should be OK’ Colin was relieved to hear as the pain slowly subsided while he wriggled uncomfortably in his bonds.

Martin started to massage Colin’s cock through the neoprene, while running his fingers through the harness straps, He held his rubber clad hands over Colin’s nose while continuing the massage. Colin closed his eyes and made a small mewing noise. He felt Martin’s breath on his ear.

‘Noises like that are permitted’ he whispered.

Colin’s eyes snapped open. He couldn’t breathe!

Martin had pinched the boy’s nose closed and with his other rubber covered hand had sealed the hole through the gag. Stepping one leg over the spreader bar Martin leaned into Colin and continued to massage the boy’s cock with a rubber covered thigh. The two boys were eyeball to eyeball and breathing heavily. Martin continued to grind their bodies together while periodically allowing Colin to take short breaths before sealing his airways.

He felt he bound boy suddenly tense so immediately stepped away.

Colin groaned and wiggled his hips. He had been so close to cumming. Martin laughed and patted the other boy’s cock gently. Colin couldn’t help but flinch but there was no pain.

‘All in good time. We’ll get so much better with judging when you’re about to cum, so it will get very frustrating’.

Martin suddenly stopped as if he’d said too much.

We.

Colin tensed. Was this a slip of the tongue or did it mean something else?

Without another word, Martin turned and knelt down facing away from Colin. His hands went behind his head, fingers interlinked. Colin watched as Martin made a very obvious effort to pull his elbows back, bowed his head and sat on his haunches.

Colin was confused. What was going on? He’d been really enjoying himself, his wildest fantasies had started to become reality but this was strange.

His head snapped up from looking at his friend.

The door was opening……

The lights dimmed slightly and an image suddenly appeared on the wall next to the door. Colin stared transfixed, glanced down at Martin who hadn’t moved, and then looked back up. The door was open, but Colin couldn’t see anything through it. He turned his attention to the wall. The image showed a rubber covered person kneeling with its arms behind its head, in front of another standing figure with his hands behind his back, who appeared to be attached to a pole.

With a start, Colin realised that it was them! He watched as the image grew larger, first focussing on Martin who remained motionless in the position he had adopted and slowly panning up the taut rubber that covered the whole of Martin’s body, with the exception of his head, and then switching to him, the image moving slowly up his body, stopping only when his head filled the screen. Colin blinked. He couldn’t recognise himself, muzzled as he was, his eyes staring out through the harness. He could clearly see the locks that prevented its removal, even if he had been in a positon to do so.

An odd though crossed his mind – not something he would have dreamt about a couple of hours ago, but God, he thought, this would be so much better if I was in a shiny rubber suit, rather than this wetsuit.

His attention was drawn away from the image of himself by movement near the door. While he had been concentrating on the screen, two rubber figures had entered the room and stood either side of the doors.

Both were slim, almost identical in height, both were completely covered in tight shiny rubber and each was wearing a muzzle identical to Colin’s, who just stared at them. If he hadn't been so effectively muzzled, his jaw would probably have dropped. Martin appeared to take no notice as the two figures walked purposefully across to the two boys, each carrying a bag. They stopped in front of Martin and put their bags on the ground. The right hand figure looked at Colin and winked, as if trying to reassure Colin. He reached over and, putting a finger to his lips as if instructing Colin to keep quiet, gave the trussed boy’s cock a couple of rubs.

In the meantime his companion was emptying out the bags and the sound of metal drew Colin’s attention.

At this, the rubbing stopped and the two figures turned their attention to Martin. Colin realised that the two newcomers were probably gagged as he was, but they acted in unison without a sound. Colin was still nervous, but found the scene unfolding in front of him incredibly horny, a fact borne out when rubberman one looked up, tapped his companion on the shoulder and pointed to Colin’s cock. Their shoulders shook as if laughing, but no sound could be heard. They turned back to Martin and, putting one hand under each arm, guided him into a standing position

Martin seemed to understand what was required as to two were easily able to move him around without any apparent resistance and stood, with his hands still locked locked behind his head. The two ran their hands over his body, paying attention to his cock and arse cheeks, but generally smoothing out all the wrinkles in the rubber.

They each grasped a wrist and pulled Martin’s arm down to his sides. Bending down, Colin could see that each had picked up a metal band, one of which was placed around each of Martin’s arms, above the elbow, and closed shut with an audible click. A thin metal pole was produced and one end inserted into a cuff, again with a slight click. Martin’s arms were pulled apart and the bought together as the other end of the bar was connected into the other cuff and clicked home. Martin’s arms were now fixed behind his back and held apart. The two did not stop there and repeated the process with Martin’s wrists. They then added another rod between the two linking the sets of cuffs together Colin watched in fascination as one pulled the two poles apart, while the second tightened the rod connecting the two, removing any slack that might have remained.

One then pulled Martin’s arms up behind his back, forcing him to bend over until Colin could see the wrist cuffs clearly. He could see that they were solid, with no obvious signs of a locking mechanism, but one of the figures pointed to a small hole near the join, so Colin guessed, correctly as he was to find out much later, that this was the release mechanism. He also noted that the cuffs were well padded. While one held Martin in position, the other caressed Martin’s arse and with his other hand, rubbed Colin’s cock again, accompanied with the now familiar wink to Colin.

Colin chewed on the gag, exercising his jaw. He would have loved to lick his lips, both because of the scene he was being forced to watch, but also because of the effects of the gag. While the turn of events was definitely not what he’d been expecting, he realised that he found it exciting and not a little horny, especially seeing his friend in rubber and obviously now a captive to the two silent and anonymous newcomers.

Lowering Martin’s arms, they guided Martin round so he was facing Colin. While one held Martin’s shoulder, the other fastened a similar cuff and pole arrangements around Martin’s ankles, spreading his legs. Colin looked at Martin who still had his head bowed. Martin’s suit was so tight that Colin could actually see that Martin was breathing quite quickly and the outline of his rigid cock could clearly be seen through the suit, sticking up vertically and pointing at his navel. Colin’s cock twitched again at the sight. He suddenly realised that he couldn’t see a zip running down the front, although on closer inspection, he could see one in front of Martin’s cock, and looking at Martin’s head, he could see a zip either side of his neck, zipped to the top of the collar. He looked at the two newcomers and saw that the suits they were in were identical.

Glancing at the screen, Colin could still see the scene being played out and had a sudden panic at the thought that they were being recorded or even being watched live. He realised, or at least assumed, that Martin was a willing party to all of this and must have been involved in the planning, at least as far back as the gym, where this had all started. If that was the case, he reasoned, Martin would know if they were being recorded or being watched live as his was the only face visible. Grasping at that comforting thought, he looked back at Martin who had now raised his head and was staring at Colin. Very slowly and deliberately he nodded twice at Colin and gave another exaggerated wink, as if to reassure Colin that all was OK and under control.

Martin was rewarded for this gesture by a smack to the balls which caused him to gasp and bend forward, two pairs of rubber hands grabbing him quickly to prevent him falling over. They slowly eased him back into an upright position, one rubber hand wagging a finger in front of his face in admonishment.

While one continued to support Martin, the other picked up the water bottle and inserted the tube into the front of his muzzle, presumably taking a drink. After a few seconds he withdrew it and pushed it into his partner’s muzzle as he continued to hold Martin by the bar connecting his elbows.

Once they’d finished Colin was surprised that the tube was inserted into his muzzle so, taking advantage, he quickly blew into his gag and was rewarded with a mouthful of water, somewhat warmer than the first time, but no less welcome. Martin was the last to be offered the tube, Colin watched as Martin sucked greedily on the pipe, his mouth not being restricted by a gag, and wondered whether him being allowed to drink before Martin was symbolic of the pecking order, or just a random act. He wasn’t to know that Martin was having the same thoughts.

Martin having, as Colin had correctly surmised, been involved with planning the whole scene, was starting to get a little concerned. There were a couple of things that had happened which were not in the original plan, or the plan that he though had been agreed, he mentally reminded himself. One of these was the rigid metal bonds that now secured his wrists and arms behind his back and the other had been the order in which the drinks had been taken. His thoughts were interrupted by the tube being pulled from his mouth and he felt the metal restraints being held more tightly. Before he had a chance to think further, his world went black as a hood was pulled over his head completely shutting out his vision. That definitely hadn’t been discussed, he thought, but realised that his cock had just got even harder. He knew enough not to complain or resist so just stood still and held his breath as the hood, rubber of course, was adjusted on his head, the nose holes were quickly aligned and he could breathe properly. He felt laces being pulled at the back and sides as the hood was tightened to fit the contours of his head, and also guessed that a strap had been fastened over his eyes he could feel the extra pressure round his head, and the small glimmer of light coming through the nose holes was cut off. He was glad that he wasn’t gagged, but the hood was sufficiently thick and well secured to keep his mouth firmly shut. He also knew that the two who had applied his bonds and his hood had sufficient experience of wearing similar restraints for extended periods as well as applying them, to understand that he wasn’t in any risk, albeit that he wasn’t in control either, which was slightly disconcerting. He also realised that some discomfort was inevitable. He chuckled inwardly at the memory of the last sight of Colin and the surprise in the other boy's eyes just before he'd been hooded.

Outside, Colin watched, barely able to breathe as the hood was pulled over Martin’s head and secured. His cock was straining in the confines of the wetsuit. The two captors moved more quickly now. One bent down and picked up another metal band, larger, heavier and thicker than the previous ones.

Colin gasped audibly, as much as the gag would allow but clearly loud enough for at least one of the two to hear, as he turned and gave Colin the finger wagging treatment, (although mercifully, he didn’t smack Colin in the balls). As Colin watched, he could see the padding inside each as the two halves of the band were placed around Martin’s neck, carefully aligned and clicked shut. Inside the hood Martin was also getting concerned, his thoughts of Colin vanished as he realised that this was getting far beyond what he thought had been agreed. As nothing had been mentioned about a collar, he knew only too well what the significance was but was powerless to do anything about it. He also realised that with the collar locked in place, there was no way the hood was coming off anytime soon.

Still working quickly, and in tandem, the two rubber figures move either side of Martin, and, while each supporting an arm, gently but firmly pushed and lowered the new prisoner into a kneeling position. Looking down at Martin, Colin noticed for the first time a metal strip embedded into the floor. The two captors had positioned Martin so that he was kneeling either side of it. While one held Martin down, with a hand on the pole connecting his wrists and elbows, and the other hand pressing down on his head, the other newcomer picked up three more poles. One pole was quickly and efficiently clicked into the floor below Martin’s collar. Martin’s head was pushed further down. The two rubbermen working silently and in tandem guided Martin’s collar to the top of the pole where it was clicked in position. Still holding Martin down, the process was repeated at Martin’s feet, whether the leg spreader was just as quickly attached to the floor. Martin was finally released but they hadn’t finished. A final pole was placed in Martin’s rubber covered crack, pushing him slightly forward. Then pole slid down and was raised vertically as the hole in the metal strip was located. Martin’s hands were pulled up and the vertical pole connected with the pole separating Martin’s wrists.

Finally satisfied the two stood and admired their handiwork. Martin was locked in a kneeling position, fully enclosed in tight shiny rubber, accentuated more by the forced position, hooded, with legs spread, wrists held high above his back exposing his arse, and his head locked in position about a foot above the floor. The two looked at each other and then simultaneously delivered a hefty smack on each of his rubber covered arse cheeks. Martin howled at the unexpected pain, but all Colin heard was a muffled cry. Colin watched as the figure kneeling in front of him squirmed unsuccessfully in his bonds and then gave up the unequal struggle.

Colin suddenly felt very anxious as the two, having dealt with Martin, turned and started to advance to the other, now not quite so willing, captive.

To be continued……

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Re: A Willing Captive Part 6

Post by zeep » Mon Dec 15, 2014 12:42 pm

hope soon, now it starts gettin interesting^^

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Re: A Willing Captive Part 6

Post by bondageboy96 » Sun Mar 29, 2015 7:23 pm

Wow, wish that was me instead of colin

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Re: A Willing Captive Part 6

Post by alfiej_uk » Tue Apr 07, 2015 8:52 pm

Working on part 7, can't believe how many reads it's had

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Post by zeep » Wed Apr 08, 2015 11:10 pm

im very xcited ^^

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Re: *** UPDATE - A Willing Captive Part 7

Post by alfiej_uk » Tue Apr 11, 2017 8:57 am

Part 7 now added - you need to scroll down past part 6! Enjoy, feedback would be appreciated

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Re: *** UPDATE - A Willing Captive Part 7

Post by alfiej_uk » Wed Apr 12, 2017 1:17 pm

Apologies to those who have read this, I've re-read it and corrected a few errors. There are no major changes though, just a few that I thought might made it read a bit better.

Started work on Part 8 if anyone is interested!

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Re: *** UPDATE - A Willing Captive Part 7

Post by Tiger » Wed Apr 12, 2017 8:55 pm

Always love these stories! Yeah bring on part 8! :D
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Re: *** UPDATE - A Willing Captive Part 7

Post by alfiej_uk » Wed Apr 12, 2017 10:07 pm

Thanks Tiger, you a Colin or a Martin?

Any other feedback would be great!

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Re: *** UPDATE - A Willing Captive Part 7

Post by bondageboy96 » Tue May 16, 2017 10:17 pm

Such a great story can't wait for more, thanks for keeping it going

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