Tom watched as Blake, again, pulled against his heavy metal restraints. There was no point. Blake’s chains held fast…but Tom understood Blake’s need to continually try for escape. He understood it only too well, having himself now spent many hours in harsh and painful bondage.
Tom watched fascinated as Blake’s muscles tensed and rippled. He could only imagine how much pain Blake was in right now. Tom had experienced the standing spreadeagle very recently. His shoulders had burned and his thighs had felt like they were going to tear apart.
And Tom couldn’t help but look at Blake’s skintight shiny latex running shorts. They clung so tightly to Blake’s body that they looked like they had been sprayed on. They clung so tightly to Blake’s dick and balls that Tom could almost see the wrinkles in his ball sack. And Blake’s dick was so big.
‘Like you, Tom, Yohan also elected to voluntarily enter into captivity…’
Voluntarily!! There was no way it had been voluntarily, Tom thought angrily. It had been blackmail.
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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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The harsh painful reality of Tom’s situation and bondage suddenly hit him. All of his erotic energy was now spent and all he could now feel was intense claustrophobia brought on by his restrained limbs. The rubber hood seemed to grip his head tighter than ever before. The ballgag filled his mouth and he could feel himself begin to wretch and choke.
The small nostril holes in his rubber hood no longer seemed to be over his nostrils. Tom realised that he was unable to take in enough oxygen. He sucked greedily around his ballgag but that only served to make the rubber hood cling to his face as a vacuum was created. The sweat and saliva inside his rubber hood pooled and washed over his face and went into his eyes. His eyes began to sting painfully.
Tom began to panic. A real sense of urgency gripped his body as he realised he couldn’t take in enough air. He was losing control. He needed to be free. Tom began to struggle wildly, desperately trying to free himself from his metal restraints. He felt his skin break and bruise as he desperately tried to pull his wrists free from the rigid shackles which embraced them and held them firmly behind his back.
He sucked in air as hard as he could…but he couldn’t take in enough to feed his panic fuelled body. Tom yelled as loudly as he could. He began to sob. The oversize ballgag served only to muffle his yelled anxieties. Tom jerked wildly. He couldn’t breathe. Tom began to see stars. He was suffocating.
Continue reading “Story – ‘Tom Daley Kidnapped’ Part 7”
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…
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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Tom Daley had lost all track of time. He had been locked and chained in a small cage. He was hooded, ballgagged and he wore a skintight black latex speedo.
At some point, the van journey had completed and, rather than being released from his cage, the whole cage had been carried from the back of the van by a forklift truck. Tom’s cage had then been placed…somewhere.
The voice, which had accompanied him throughout his whole capture and imprisonment, had long since gone.
Tom had waited in his cage. He was chained there. He had no choice.
His whole body hurt. The bars behind him, to which his wrists were chained, dug into his back. His ankles were also chained to the bars in front of him. His knees were drawn up close to his chest due to the lack of space inside his cage. If he lifted his hooded head up, it would bang against the bars above his head. The rubber ball strapped into his mouth made his jaw ache. And being chained in such an un-natural position gave his whole body the cramps.
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Here’s an opening to a Tom Daley bondage story. If enough people show an interest then I’ll continue it. Drop a comment. Let me know what you think.
Tom climbed out of the pool. The water dripped from his tight, muscled body. He wore a pair of tight blue speedos. He glanced up at the clock.
He looked around. Other than the usual pool lifeguard, sitting bored on his lookout chair, there was no-one else around.
Tom nodded at the lifeguard. The lifeguard nodded back. Tom didn’t recognise him. Strange…he thought he knew all the lifeguards in this pool.
He glanced at the clock again.
He hurried towards the changing room. He was following a very precise set of instructions. He feared what might happen if he deviated from them.
Continue reading “Story – ‘Tom Daley Kidnapped’ Part 1”
With the Olympics starting this week, there must be many people looking for opportunities to kidnap and tie up Olympic diver Tom Daley…
…he definitely needs to be handcuffed like this speedo guy…
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