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 9

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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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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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