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 7

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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.
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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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