Kidnapped Man Takes Big Cock

The first big wad of cum squirted out of Gil’s balls and went directly down Gavin’s throat, the cock was so deeply buried in his mouth.

*****

The first thing that Gavin was aware of when he woke up was that he had a hell of a headache. The next thing, when he opened his eyes, was that he had some kind of bag over his head. Then, in rapid succession, that he had to piss, he was sitting on a hard chair and that his hands were tied behind his back and that he was naked.

“Hey, it looks like he’s coming around.” a male voice said.

“Get this fucking bag off of my head, it smells like dirty jockstraps.” Gavin said.

“We can’t do that yet.” another male voice said.

“Okay, in that case…” Gavin replied. He then let out a long, blood curdling scream while at the same time opening his legs and pissing his bladder empty.

“Okay, wait, Motherfuck.” a voice said and the bag was lifted off of his head.

At first his eyes wouldn’t focus but then he was able to see, standing in front of him, two tall middle aged men, one black and one white in a dim, unfinished basement.

“We’re going to keep you here a while, until your family pays to get you back.” the white guy said.

“Jesus, my luck. In the movies the person gets kidnapped by Daniel Craig and Tom Hardy or George Clooney. I get the salt and pepper Boris Karloffs.”

The two men just stared at him, obviously unaware of what he meant.

“Untie my hands; I have to use the toilet.” Gavin then said.

“You’ll have to wait until we get things fixed up upstairs before we can do that.” the black guy said.

“Look, Snowflake, I ate Taco Bell last night and I need to go now. Otherwise, there’s going to be a real mess all over me, this chair and probably the floor. And I’m the prisoner so I’m not cleaning it up.”

The two men looked at him, and then one moved around behind him and untied him. When he was free, he stood up and stretched, arms over his head.

“I thought you needed a toilet so bad.” Gil said.

“I lied. I just wanted to be untied. Fuck, I’ve got a headache.” he said.

“That’s probably from where Gil bopped you on the head and knocked you out.” the white guy said.

Gavin felt his head and discovered a lump the size of a hen’s egg on top. Turning back to Gil, he swung his arm and slapped him full palm across the face. Gil looked horrified for a second, then brought his hand up to his cheek and cradled it.

“If you ever hit me again, motherfucker, I’ll rip your dick out by the roots and eat it raw in front of you.” Gavin turned to the white guy and bowed his head, parting his curly hair as he did so. “Is there blood?” he asked.

“No, there’s just a bump.” he said.

“Yeah, well, maybe next time I’ll just shoot your skinny ass.” Gil then said.

“Nobody is going to pay you anything for my dead body, bozo.” Gavin said. Then, becoming aware that he was standing in front of the two of them nude, he reached around and felt his ass.

“Did you two rape me while I was knocked out?” he asked.

“No, no, nothing like that.” Gil said, looking horrified.

“Well, you don’t have to act that way about it. I’m a good looking guy and I’ve got a world class ass. Why wouldn’t you want to rape me?”

“We don’t go in for the gay stuff.” the white guy said.

Gavin looked at the two of them for a minute and then he started to laugh. In another minute, he was laughing so hard that he had to sit back down on the chair.

“What’s so funny about that?” the white guy asked.

When he was able to reply, Gavin said, “For a couple of jokers who ‘don’t go in for the gay stuff’, you two really chose the wrong sissy. The next few days should be like a college course for the two of you.”

They both looked mystified as Gavin’s laughter finally ceased.

“Okay,” he said, “let’s see what kind of a place you picked to hold me captive in.”

Before either of his abductors could reply, he’d crossed the basement and started up the stairs. The two kidnappers hurried to catch up with him.

When they reached the top of the steps Gavin looked over his shoulder at Gil who was right behind him.

“You can touch my ass.” he said to him. “I know you want to.”

Gil shifted his eyes to his shoes instead of the plush buns in front of him. He had, actually, been wondering what it must feel like.

Gavin opened the door at the top of the stairs and stepped into a kitchen that looked like it hadn’t been updated since 1970.

“What a dump.” he said, looking at his two mystified captors. “Bette Davis. ‘What a dump” he repeated, making a smoking gesture.

They still just stared at him.

“Has anyone ever told you two that you’re a fucking laugh riot?” he then asked them.

“No.” was all the white guy replied.

“There’s a reason for that.” Gavin said.

He stood looking at his captors in the bright kitchen. Both of them looked a lot better than they had in the basement. They were both probably in their late forties, slim and muscular looking. Neither one was handsome but they were both attractive and exuded masculinity. And both of them looked like they had very promising bulges in the crotches of their slacks.

They in turn looked at him. At 20 years old, he was in the first blush of manhood. His body had become taut and muscled from regular exercise and while he wasn’t bulked up, he was well built. His hair was a little long but it was a mass of loose, honey colored curls. And his cock, on prominent display, while average in size and length, was also beautifully shaped and proportioned.

Gavin leaned back and rested his butt against the counter while gazing at the two men.

“I must say, you two look pretty good in the light. I’ve always had a weakness for the daddy type, anyway. I think we’re going to become great friends.” He caught the white guy’s eye and asked, “What’s your name, you never did say?”

“I’m Ken.” the white guy said.

Gavin knew that the men were trying not to look at his nude body, even though they both kept casting glances his way.

“Where are my clothes and shoulder pack, by the way?” he asked them.

“They’re in the bedroom.” Ken replied.

“In the bedroom? You undressed me in the bedroom? And then you took turns raping my ass, I bet.” Gavin said.

“We did not.” Gil said. “We just undressed you so that if you woke up, you couldn’t run away.”

“And because you wanted to get a look at my goodies, right?”

Both men looked highly uncomfortable.

Gavin grinned and said, “Let’s get a look at the rest of this chamber of horrors.”

He stepped into the short hallway and walked to the front screen door, closely followed by Gil and Ken. As he stood looking out at the landscape he said, “Now this is what I call a depressing view.”

There wasn’t really anything to see, just parched land off to the horizon, a two lane road going by in front and a parked car, all under a sky roughly the same color as the earth.

“Jesus, this is the kind of place where people slash their wrists just so they won’t have to look at the scenery anymore. Please tell me you don’t own this place.”

“We rented it when we decided to grab you because it’s so isolated.” Ken said.

“Fuck, who did you rent it from, the Manson family? What a shit hole.”

Gavin turned away from the door and opened the door nearest him. It was a smelly closet. The next door led into a bedroom with a lumpy looking queen sized bed under the window. He went into the room and opened a drawer in the dresser and pulled out sheets and pillowcases.

“At least we have clean linens.” he said. He handed the bundle of bedclothes to Ken and said, “Go hang these over the porch rails and air them out.”

Ken just turned and did as he’d been instructed.

Gil, meanwhile, followed Gavin into the room on the other side of the hall. It was a living room, just as dismal as the rest of the house.

“This must be party central.” Gavin said to Gil. He pushed a door and was back in the sunny kitchen again. Ken reappeared at the same time.

Gavin crossed over and opened the refrigerator. There were eggs, butter, milk and a loaf of bread lined up on one shelf, the rest of the space empty.

“At least I can make us some scrambled eggs and toast.” he told his jailers. “Somebody is going to have to go to the store, though. I need whole grain bread and I have to have yogurt. Maybe some wine, too. I’ll make out a list.”

He opened a narrow door on the wall near the refrigerator and on a hook inside hung an old fashioned bib apron, a flowery print with a ruffle around the front and on the pocket. Gavin took it down, put his arms through the straps and tied it around his waist. His front was entirely covered but his back and rounded ass cheeks were on full display.

“Sit down, gentlemen, and let me cook breakfast. It isn’t even 10 AM yet. And my headache is much better, Gil, thank you for asking.”

Gil, as usual this morning, looked like he didn’t know how to reply.

The kidnappers sat down at the kitchen table as Gavin bustled about, washing dishes and then setting about making breakfast. He was humming to himself the whole time and finally, as he stood at the stove scrambling eggs, he began to sing.

“When my baby

When my baby smiles at me

I go to Rio

De Janeiro…”

Ken and Gil both watched, almost mesmerized. Gavin began to dance in place as he sang, shaking his hips and shoulders. The skimpy apron that he wore framed his smooth ass cheeks. The rounded globes shook as he danced; firm but not so firm that they lacked bounce. Ken and Gil, against their will, watched the movements and both felt the beginning of life stirring in their dicks.

Suddenly, Gavin stopped singing and stood completely still.

“Are you two looking at my ass?” he asked without looking around.

Ken and Gil both started then looked down at the tabletop.

“I thought so.” Gavin said. “You’d damned well better be.”

He began to hum again as he filled 3 plates with the food he’d prepared. He carried one plate over to the table and set it down it front of Ken, and then before Ken could react he reached down and gave a squeeze to his half hard cock. Ken grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away.

“Relax; I just wanted to see if there was any hope there.” Gavin said, drawing his arm back. He went to the counter and picked up another plate and carried it to set in front of Gil. Gil reacted by putting both hands in his lap, shielding his crotch from view.

“Too late for you, sucker.” Gavin said. “I could see that half hard in your pants from across the room. I already know you had a reaction.”

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6 thoughts on “Kidnapped Man Takes Big Cock

  1. Rocky says:

    This had a fantastic Twist in the plot. The sex scenes were really well Written. Very fun and I can attest to the feelings from all the kinky scenes. I used to be “straight” but u gotta figure out what you want out of life and what you are willing do to get it. I did, And I have been so much happier since!

  2. Marc Lempriere says:

    Clever story – started out as a riff on O’Henry’s “The. Ransom of Red Chief” — but the grandfather ends up being the butt of the humor, as it were.

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