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Story – ‘Tom Daley – Kidnap Victim’ Part 2

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Tom Daley lay face down in his cold metal coffin like prison. He had given up struggling. There was no possibility of escape. Duct tape kept his limbs securely bound and straps locked him to the inside of the casket in which he was being kept prisoner. He wore only his tight blue training speedo.

Tom could move his head from side to side but that was the only movement which his restraints would allow.

Tom lay still and concentrated on breathing through his nostrils. He was unable to take in air through his mouth. It had been stuffed with one of his speedos and the layers of duct which had been wrapped around his head held it firmly in place. The speedo tasted of chlorine.  It had been taken straight from his training bag and had not been washed.

His balls ached. Because he was lying full length and face down on the hard metal base of his tiny prison, they were being crushed between his body and the firm, cold surface. He wriggled as best as he could to achieve some sort of comfort but his restraints held him tight.

Tom waited. He was scared. The urge to panic remained but he worked hard to control it. There was no point in struggling. He focussed on conserving his energy. If the chance to escape came he needed to be ready.
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Story – ‘Tom Daley – Kidnap Victim’

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Tom Daley hung in chains. He was naked apart from the tight, blue speedo which he had worn whilst he had been training at his pool.

His wrists were shackled and held somewhere high above his head. His arms were pulled painfully tight. His shoulder muscles complained as they supported the weight of his entire body. His feet dangled inches above a cold, concrete, dirty floor.

He could barely make a sound. Another of his training speedos had been stuffed in his mouth and was held in place with several layers of duct tape which had been wrapped several times over his mouth and around his head.

A camera flash repeatedly dazzled him as the harsh, unblinking eye of a camera repeatedly took his photo.

Somewhere behind the camera, Tom could just about make out the figure of one of his kidnappers. He was muscular and wore tight black leather jeans, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket…he also wore a black gas mask. His face was hidden other than the dim suggestion of eyes seen through the circular eye pieces…
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Tom Daley – Chained High and Dry

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Tom Daley had been kidnapped from his training pool and taken deep into the ruins of an old factory where he had been chained hand and foot, gagged and then strung up from the ceiling support beams.

An old clock had been placed on the wall in front of Tom. It had now been over 24 hours since his captors had left him chained high and dry…

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Tom Daley – Kidnap Victim

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Tom Daley’s kidnappers were taking no chances.They’d kidnapped him from the pool…tied him up, gagged and hooded him and then driven him to a deserted lunatic asylum where they’d secured him in a straight jacket and chained him to the walls of a padded cell, Even if they hadn’t taped his mouth tightly shut, no-one would have heard his yells through the padded walls.

He was a fine prize and they knew that slave traders would be prepared to pay millions to own him.

There were web cameras in the padded cell trained on Tom’s restrained body. His captivity was being broadcast live to certain ‘specialist’ sites on the internet.

Tom’s captors waited patiently for the offers to come flooding in…

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Story – ‘Tom Daley Kidnapped’ Part 10

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Tom was not normally self-conscious…but as he walked around the gym he was acutely aware of his near nakedness…of the cameras placed behind the mirrors at all parts of the room…of the eyes of Yohan Black, the powerful muscled black athlete who was chained to the wall behind him in a tight spreadeagle, which followed his every move.

Tom guessed that Yohan, like himself, was wondering exactly what would happen now…how exactly they were going to be training partners when one of them was securely restrained and unable to move.

Suddenly, bizarrely, everything clicked for Tom. His near nakedness, his skintight white speedo, the fact that there was a Jamaican athlete chained to the wall behind him:  these things were instantly forgotten. Tom was in a gym…and he was going to train.
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Story – ‘Tom Daley Kidnapped’ Part 8

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Tom stood in the centre of the room wearing only a skintight white PVC speedo. He was blindfolded and his wrists were handcuffed behind his back. He waited.

‘The prisoner will now kneel.’

Tom knelt down on his haunches. Being blindfolded disorientated him and he was careful not to lose his balance. He instinctively bowed his head down. Again, he waited – his restrained body facing the locked door.

He heard a click and then a rush of air. He sensed movement and then felt hands once again grab him roughly by the arms and stand him up.

Tom was both pushed and pulled at the same time. He was then frog marched out through the door…
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Story – ‘Tom Daley Kidnapped’ Part 6

Tom Daley lay on his side. His wrists were locked behind his back in rigid metal restraints. His ankles were also locked together in similar rigid metal restraints. A metal collar was locked around his neck. A large ballgag was strapped into his mouth. A skintight black rubber hood was zipped up over his head. He wore only a skintight black latex speedo which highlighted his aching balls and still erect penis.

Tom worked to slow his breathing. He contemplated his situation. The journey in his cage had lasted perhaps ten minutes. At one point he had felt the chill of outdoors air on his speedo clad body. He’d had no awareness of sight nor sound – the blackness of the rubber hood and the constant sound of loud white noise had seen to that.
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Story – ‘Tom Daley Kidnapped’ Part 5

Here’s Part 5 of the Tom Daley story. Once again, please let me know if you’d like me to continue. Drop me some comments and rate the piece. Sometimes, this blog seems to be a very lonely place. And if anyone can think of a more imaginative story title then let me know. If someone comes up with a really good one then I’ll rename all the story entries so far. Cheers. Pete.

Tom Daley hung from his chains – his body stretched out like an X. He wore only a skintight black latex speedo – his erect, engorged penis held firm in its rubbery embrace. A gas mask was strapped tightly to his head, its eye pieces were blacked out. A large ball gag fixed to the interior of the mask was lodged firmly into Tom’s mouth. Tom could breathe if he sucked air through a small internal tube…but he couldn’t communicate. Ear pieces which were fixed deep into his ears played never ending white noise straight into his brain. His balls and penis were locked in the firm grip of three small cock rings. The cock ring around the base of his dick dug into the chemically swollen flesh. His genitals felt like they were on fire.

Tom’s world had become tiny. He couldn’t see. He could only hear the non-stop roar of white noise. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t move. His body ached as it protested against the harsh pull of his metal restraints. His penis felt like it was being cut off.

Only a few hours ago he had been free – a famous athlete with the world at his feet. Now he was a prisoner – locked into a world of restraints and bondage. And now he was at the feet of the world. His imprisonment and torture was being streamed live over the internet to those who could afford to pay for such treats. His near naked, chained body was entertainment for those who had coveted him over recent times. People had waited until such a time as he had ripened, until his body had matured into that of a man, and then he had been taken…chained…caged.

Time stretched. Tom was aware only of his torment. His perfect body strained against his captivity…but it was no use. At some point during his never ending torment, Tom felt a sharp prick in his right bicep…and then…his pain seemed to recede into the distance…the never ending white noise seemed to fade…and…he passed out.
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‘Tom Daley Kidnapped’ Story

Thanks, everyone, for the kind comments on the ‘Tom Daley Kidnapped’ story. It will continue. But, at the moment, my own real life is intruding a little and so Tom will have to remain chained in his current predicament for at least the next couple of days. Nevertheless, Part 5 will appear, so thank you to all those who requested that I continue to write the story. Watch this space…

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Story – ‘Tom Daley Kidnapped’ Part 4

This will be the last part on this story for a while. Check out the ratings on recent parts to see why. Thanks, everyone, for all the kind comments. Here we go…

Tom briefly considered what to do. Pills? Should he be suspicious? There was certainly no need for him to be drugged. He’d already been captured. He was already chained up in a bank vault. What else would they give him drugs for?

He nodded his rubber hooded head. He felt the pills being slipped into his mouth. There were three. The cup was again placed to his lips. He drank the water and swallowed the pills.

‘Good boy, Tom. Now, let’s see about your hood. When it comes off, keep looking forward. Do you understand my instructions, Tom? Nod your head.’

Tom nodded. He immediately felt the padlock at the rear of the hood being unlocked. The zip was pulled up. The hood went slack on his head. The tight black rubber was pulled up and away from his head. The sensation of the cool air on his sweaty face was glorious. Sweat dripped down his neck. He immediately closed his eyes. His eyes had grown accustomed to the blackness and now had problems adjusting to the light.

‘Don’t move your head, Tom. Keep looking forward.’

Tom slowly opened his eyes. They slowly adjusted to the light. He was standing in the middle of a reasonable sized metal room. In front of him was the vault door. It was part open. It looked to be around ten centimetres thick. The room was lit with strip lights on the metal ceiling.

‘Tom, you may look around, but do not turn your head around towards me.’
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