‘Jordan’s Tale – The Conclusion’
Continued from ‘Guys Who Need To Be Tied Up And Gagged – Part 16’
Jordan breathed deeply and drank in his surroundings. This was where he belonged…back on the track…ready to compete…his body honed to perfection…powerful and strong and surging with energy.
He was clad only in his Sac City skinsuit. Its skintight lycra revealing every aspect of his firm, tight, muscled physique. He wore nothing underneath it. That was how he preferred it. As he began to stretch and warm up his muscles he could feel all the admiring eyes gazing at his powerful body. He had never been fitter or stronger. He was a work of art.
It had been a year since Jordan and his three team mates had been taken. A year since they had been kidnapped and held in chains for nearly 48 hours.
Jordan could recall the whole experience with absolute detail. Every minute was burned into his memories. Each athlete had been grabbed from the track, cuffed hand and foot, gagged and hooded and then stuffed into a sack for transport.
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‘Jordan’s Tale’ Part 2
Continued from ‘Guys Who Need To Be Tied Up And Gagged – Part 14’
Jordan screamed but the ball of material in his mouth and the duct tape gag muffled the sounds of his pain. He thought he heard the sound of laughter but the sounds of his own panicked breathing inside the tight rubber hood prevented him from hearing what was going on around him.
He felt hands lift the canvas sack which contained his cuffed body… and then seconds later drop him on a cold floor. He landed on his side. The sudden movement causing his cuffs to dig painfully into his wrists and ankles. The chain connecting his wrist and ankle cuffs kept him in a painful hogtie.
His heart was racing. He concentrated on slowing his breathing…allowing his body to take in just enough air through the small nose holes in his rubber hood. He understood totally why the hood had been used. It added a further level of control which enhanced his bondage. And being inside the canvas sack merely added to his breathing difficulties. He felt the urge to struggle…but he knew it was futile. In the kidnap games he had played with his brothers, there was always a chance of escaping from the rope bondage. But not now. His cuffs were locked on… tight, unrelenting steel which gripped his wrists and ankles painfully and would only allow freedom if keys were provided.
He felt something heavy drop beside him. He felt movement…struggling. Something else was dropped almost on top of him. A large, heavy body sized weight which briefly lay on top of him and then rolled off to his side. Had others been taken? His team mates? Who?
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(continued from ‘Guys Who Need To Be Tied Up and Gagged – Part 12’)
He knew that he had to calm himself quickly. His heart rate was too high. The beating of his heart was loud in his ears…only matched by the sound of his own rapid breathing. The tight rubber hood obscured all external sound, but amplified the sounds of his own body. He had to calm down and control his breathing. The tiny nose holes in his rubber hood only allowed a certain amount of air in. If he sucked in too quickly the rubber formed a vacuum against his skin and no life giving air would reach his nose. He couldn’t take in air through his mouth. It was stuffed with material and held in place by layers of duct tape wrapped around his head. The tape pulled painfully on the hairs on his neck.
The bastards had been clever. They’d used the rubber hood because it was as effective as a source of control as it was at removing his sight. He breathed slowly…the air came in…just enough…the sound of the air rushing through the noseholes obscuring any external sound…
He shifted the position of his body. He was in pain. The handcuffs dug painfully into his wrists. They’d been locked on too tight. He could feel his thumbs going numb. There was risk of permanent nerve damage if they stayed on too long.
His ankles cuffs were also too tight. Again, he could feel a numbing down the side of each foot.
The chain between his handcuffs and ankles cuffs kept him in a reasonably tight hogtie. The stress of the hogtie added further tension and pain to the cuffs around his wrists and ankles.
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They were the star athletes from Sacramento City College. They were due to represent their college in a national competition. This made them obvious targets for kidnap and ransom.
It was easy to collect and capture them. They were taken within minutes of each other. Each was taken from the changing rooms shortly after stripping down to their Sacramento City skintight lycra gear.
Each was grabbed behind by three strong pairs of hands. Wrists were quickly handcuffed behind their backs. An old jock strap was stuffed into each of their mouths and then duct tape wrapped firmly over their mouths and around their heads ten times.
A skintight rubber hood with only two small nose holes was then pulled over each of their heads and then each muscled athlete was dragged away to a white van with no windows which was parked nearby.
In the back of the van, ankle cuffs were quickly attached. They were laid firmly face down on the floor of the van where a short length of chain was used to connect the wrist and ankles cuffs locking each athlete into a tight metal hogtie. Each athlete was then be placed inside a heavy canvas sack and ropes were firmly tied around the opening preventing them from wriggling out.
Each athlete was taken and restrained in a matter of minutes. Each was unaware that the others had also been taken. Each of them was only aware of the tight metal cuffs digging painfully into their wrists and ankles, of being locked in a tight hogtie and the smothering dark embrace of the rubber hood which made breathing incredibly difficult. Each lay in fear wondering what the future would hold….