Scott walked down the deserted alleyway, he had been out with a few mates after football practice but knew he had to get home as he was due to be at work in the morning, the dusk was drawing in as he passed by the last building before he reached the canal tow path. The 28 year old attractive 6' thought of stuff he had to get done when he reached home as he walked down the desolate path beside the murky green canal, he pulled his bag back up onto his shoulder as the sweaty footie kit had shifted the weight and caused the shoulder strap to slip on his blue Adidas tracksuit top. He carried on walking unaware he was being watched from further down the path. He walked for another ten minutes thinking of how he managed to let that keeper save that all important goal that he had kicked so well, his light blue Nike TN’s making a crunching noise as he walked on the badly maintained path, he hadn’t heard someone creeping up behind him.
All of a sudden he felt a muscled arm wrap around his neck and a hand grab a wrist and push it up his back, he let out a yelp as he was taken completely off guard, he struggled but the arm around his neck tightened it’s grip and he fell on his knees on the path, seemingly with the use of a third hand the assailant pulled something over Scott’s head rendering him totally blind, he tried to fight back and managed to get his left hand up to his face to pull whatever it was on his head off so that he could see what was happening and get away. The attacker noticed what he was doing and forced his body forward and with a pull that felt to Scott as though his arms would pop from his shoulder sockets as both of his wrists were forced high behind his back, he gasped and let out a grunt in pain “Get the fuck off me”! he yelled as he all of a sudden felt the cold steel of handcuffs lock closed around his wrists, he was beyond worried at this point and threw himself to the ground falling onto his side, his legs kicking out in the direction of his attacker.
The attacker stood back and looked around, he had been here before and knew there would be no help for his victim, this place was industrial and deserted at night, the closest person was probably 3 miles away. He watched as Scott’s legs kicked out powerfully trying to land a blow on the attacker, he kept out a range of the trainers and feet as they went mad trying to find him. He reached inside his pocket and pulled out a roll of wide silver duct tape, tearing a strip off he circled around Scott as he lay there kicking on the path so that he was stood above the helpless lad’s head. He watched as Scott continued to kick in the wrong direction, his head scraping on the ground to try and get the bag off of his head so he could see again.
“Let me the fuck out of these cuffs! This isn’t fucking funny anymore guys” Scott yelled at the top of his voice, nervousness creeping in as he hadn’t heard more than one person and he had yet to say anything, he wasn’t at all sure this was a joke anymore.
The attacker crouched beside Scott’s head and pulled the bag up to reveal the lad’s mouth, Scott put up even more of a fight as he felt the bag being lifted and could see the remains of the day’s light again for a moment. The attacker once revealing Scott’s mouth from the bag held Scott’s head down to the path with one hand as he stuck the tape over his lips to silence him, Scott tried his best to shake his head from side to side to stop the tape going on anymore that it already had but it was useless and suddenly he found himself unable to do much more than grunt as his gag sealed his mouth closed. The bag pulled back down over his head and tied around his neck to stop him from being able to shake it from his head.
Scott lay on the path still kicking and grunting as loud as he could, the attacker however mindful of the amount of time he had been there already with Scott on the ground handcuffed turned his attention to the kicking legs and now slightly muddy TN’s, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a thick white plastic cable tie, he stood up for a moment and took a step toward Scott’s waist and lifted his leg so that he was stood with a foot either side of Scott’s struggling form, he sat down quickly
“Mmmmmpppphhh, Mmmmmpppphhhh” Scott grunted as the air was knocked out of him for a second, feeling the weight of his attacker land full force on his waist effectively pinning him to the ground. The Attacker leaned forward and pulled the cable tie around Scott’s knees pinning his legs together reducing his kicking to flops rather than kicks capable of hurting anyone, he checked the cable tie to make sure it was tight and then reached into his pocket for another one, this time he was going for the white socked ankles of the helpless lad. He stood up and walked around Scott until he reached the TN’s as they flailed about still bumping into the path and scuffing the heels of the size 12 trainers as they hit the dirt hard as he tried to lift his feet high enough to kick the attacker. The attacker in one swift motion waiting until his prize had lifted his feet high enough from the ground wrapped an arm around Scott’s ankles while his other hand wrapped the cable tie over the bottom of his tracksuit bottoms, then in it clicked and pulled tight rendering Scott’s feet helpless.
He stood up now and reached down rolling Scott onto his side, the lad still grunting and trying to fight but unable to see or speak it was futile, the attacker lifted him from the ground with relative ease and had Scott stood on his bound feet in the blue Nike TN’s wobbling trying to keep his balance. He stood in front of the lad and placed his hand on Scott’s shoulder to keep him from falling into the cold dirty water of the canal beside them. He bent down and picked up the Nike sports bag from the side of the path and placed it over his right shoulder, he then got in close to Scott so that he could smell his sweat as he stood there still grunting for help and shaking a little from the adrenaline rush of the last five minutes, he could hear Scott breathing heavily through his nose behind the cloth of the bag over his head and feel the shaking through his shoulder, he got in closer and bent down slightly and then putting an arm around the tied lads body lifted him over his shoulder, Scott struggling to get free but knowing it is hopeless and he was going nowhere without the attacker letting him go.
The attacker walked down the path with a sports bag over one shoulder and Scott over the other, Scott’s cable tied legs sticking out in front of the guy carrying him his TN’s and bound ankles bobbing up and down with each step. He felt the attacker walked down a slight slope as he tried to roll off the attacker’s shoulder, he knew it would hurt but if he could only roll off it would slow the guy down and hopefully give him time to be found by someone that could help. He felt the attacker stop walking and heard something metallic click, he really threw himself around now, trying his hardest to fall free but the hand holding him across his backside gripped harder to keep him from falling. The attacker pulled open the boot of the car and lent forward dropping the bound feet of Scott into the left hand side of the boot, then swinging the body of the bound lad around in front of him he placed his backside into the boot and then the rest of his body so that he was sat upright in the boot of the vehicle. Scott continued to grunt wildly and shake his head as he felt what was happening and realised he was being placed into the boot of a car to be taken away. The attacker pushed on his bagged head until he could close the boot lid without bashing Scott on the head.
Scott struggled as his head was pushed down further into the boot, sliding onto his side as he was pushed then he heard the thump of the boot lid closing above him and then silence for a moment before he heard another thump as the car door was closed and the driver took his seat. The engine started and Scott could feel the car moving, he explored his dark little world around him, pushing against the side with his bound feet, unable to feel much through the now sweaty TN’s that were on his feet, he reached around behind his back with his cuffed hands and felt only the carpet of the interior, it was then he remembered his mobile in his tracksuit pocket.
Reaching around as best he could he managed strain his arms and fingers just enough to reach the edge of the zipper that held the pocket closed, his finger ends were still wet from the rolling around on the path he had been doing moments earlier and the zip kept slipping from the grasp of the two fingers he had managed to reach it with. After several failed attempts and feeling the sweat break out all over his bound body both with fear and exertion he finally managed to pull the zip open enough for the mobile to slide out of his pocket onto the boot’s floor in front of him. He soon realised he would have to try and turn over to reach the phone and in this confined space that was hardly going to be easy but he knew that it was going to be his only way out of here.
With a few deep breaths he started to turn onto his back, the handcuffs digging into his back just above the waistline of his trackie bottoms which had been pulled down a little while he was being carried and now exposed the waistband of his white CK boxers, he took a moment to breathe again, the air in whatever was over his head was getting warm and he could feel the sweat running down his face and onto his gag, he had to move again and try to roll onto his other side, pushing his feet against the side of the car boot and sliding his arms from one side of his back to another he managed to almost flop onto right hand side, his back thankful for the relief of not having to lay on the steel cuffs which held his hands behind his back so securely. He moved his cuffed hands around behind him, fingers straining exploring the darkness trying to find the mobile that had dropped out of his pocket, the motion of the car not helping at all and the lack of room. Finally he felt the phone brush against his hand, he managed to grab the phone before it slid away as the car turned a corner sharply.
As he knew he couldn’t see the keys to dial any number or use the menu to call anyone particular he fiddled with the phone in his cuffed hands and managed to press the answer key, this dialled his last called number, he could just make out the ringing over the road and engine noise in the boot of the car, he started to grunt as loud as he could through his gag so that someone might hear him on the other end of the phone, he had no idea if anyone could hear him or had even answered but he kept grunting as loud as he could hoping for some help. It was at this point the felt the car pull up and realised the engine noise had stopped as the car had been turned off. The thud of the car door opening and closing again made him jump and he tried to hide the phone in his trackie bottoms pocket but it slipped from his hand again and fell into the boot.
The attacker walked around to the back of the car which was now parked in a double garage which to one side had a door that led into a house. The garage door finished closing on it’s electric mechanism as the attacker reached the boot latch, he reached down and popped the lid, slowly lifting it to find that Scott had rolled over onto his right side, immediately the attacker’s eyes focused on the brightly lit screen of Scott’s mobile phone which lay open in the bottom of the boot inches from Scott’s hands, he reached down and without a word picked it up and smashed it against the side of the car, making sure he removed the battery he threw it to the far end of the garage.
“Been trying to make a call then Scott?” The attacker spoke (Scott didn't recognise the voice so how did he know who he was?) for the first time since grabbing the lad from the canal tow path. Scott grunted into his gag and his head fell limp against the carpet beneath it in frustration and defeat. The attacker smiled as he reached into the boot and wrapped his arms around the sweaty bound lad and lifted him clean out of the boot helping him to stand once again on his bound feet, wobbling Scott stood still trying to keep his balance by shifting his weight around inside the Nikes moving from heel to toe to keep upright. Scott had been moved inside a house and carried to a room upstairs where the cable ties had been cut from around his legs and ankles and now rope bound his ankles and knees together, the bag had been taken off of his head and tape had been used to seal his eyes closed and keep him blind, his hands were still cuffed and he lay on a carpeted floor too exhausted to really struggle, the past hour and a half of struggling had taken it toll and he lay sweating heavily, his gag reinforced with more tape wrapped tightly around his head, he could feel his clothes clinging to him with the sweat he had built up during his struggles and he could hear his captor walking around inside the room and the odd sound of things being moved around.
He was still wondering if this was a prank by his team mates for missing that critical goal but was frightened, he knew nobody else knew about his kinky side and although he had been for kidnapped he couldn’t help but get a little hard in his sweaty boxers and tracksuit feeling the rope against his limbs and the tape on his face, he drifted off remembering the kinky times he had been bound and gagged but was swiftly brought back to reality when he felt his captor grab hold of one of his Nikes. Giving the TN a hard tug it slipped free of Scott’s white socked, sweat moist right foot, the warmth was evident straight away and the captor took a moment to enjoy the sudden rush of scent from the trainer he had removed from his captive, he looked down to see Scott wiggle his toes a little.
Finally free from the sweaty trainer Scott wiggled his toes a little it felt good to get a little air to his feet at last, he felt the hand of his captor on his damp white sock and flinched, then he felt the hand leave his foot and heard the sound of duct tape tearing away from the roll. The attacker knelt down beside Scott’s head and holding his trainer in one hand placed his free hand on the back of Scott’s head and pressed the sweaty TN to his face forcing him to breathe through his own sweaty Nike. Scott bucked in his bondage as he felt something being pressed against his face, he took a sharp intake of breath through his nose and smelled the sweaty smell of the inside of his prized white TN’s, it took only a second for his cock to respond and he was soon sporting a rock hard boner in his sweaty white CK’s.
The attacker held Scott’s trainer over his nose for a minute or two before taping it into place over his face so that he had no choice but to breathe in the smell of his own feet. He took a moment to look over the lad and noticed the hard on tenting his trackie bottoms, a smile spread across his face and he bent forward and brushed his hand against the hard on, it twitched and a moan escaped Scott’s gag, he gripped the hard cock in his hand and squeezed it, feeling it move in his hand and hearing the groan coming from Scott’s gag, muffled by the trainer taped to his face, it would seem he has found Scott’s weakness. The attacker stood up and again watched the bound lad on the floor, every now and then he twitched in his bonds and grunted into his gag, the hard cock in his trackies twitching visibly beneath the cover of blue cloth. He watched for a few minutes more and then an idea sprung into his head, he headed over to a cupboard in the corner of the room and took a key from his pocket, unlocking the heavy padlock on the door he swung it open to reveal various items of bondage equipment and a pair of scissors.
The attacker took the scissors from the cupboard and again headed for Scott’s bound body laying on the floor, he slipped the edge of the blade beneath the cuff of Scott’s tracksuit top and started to snip away the sleeve, Scott feeling what was happening started to grunt wildly into his gag again, forcing him to breathe more deeply through his sweaty TN, the attacker stopped for a moment and sat down beside the bound lad, “I’d hold still if I were you, wouldn’t want to cut you” he said in his deep gruff voice. Scott stiffened his muscles and held still as the attacked sliced his tracksuit top off of his bound body.
Soon the top was removed revealing a light blue t-shirt which was drenched with the sweat of Scott from his struggles earlier on during his capture. The attacker once again began slicing the clothing, this time going up the right seam along Scott’s body, soon enough the t-shirt fell into rags and the attacker pulled it away from his body revealing Scott’s bare upper body, glistening with sweat and breathing deeply again through his TN. The fear of what was happening to him sinking in with each passing second.
The attacker took a few minutes to take in the sight of Scott laying half naked on the floor of the room tied up gagged and blindfold with his own sweaty Nike on his face, he then crouched down again this time at Scott’s feet and slipped off the remaining trainer, he held it to his face and took in the smell of the bound lad and felt his own hardon grow in his boxers, he put down the Nike and began removing Scott’s sweaty white socks sliding each one down his ankle and pulling it softly over Scott’s heel revealing his bare sweaty feet, as he removed each sock he held it up to his face and took in a deep breath, taking in the scent of the sexy guy he had kidnapped from the path earlier in the day. Scott lay there feeling his socks being removed and wiggled his toes, he was sure he couldn’t escape and really had no choice but to endure what was happening, the air inside his Nike that had been taped to his face was getting stale and the warmth from his breath had increased the smell of his own feet inside the TN.
The attacker brushed his hand along the soft sole of Scott’s right foot causing his toes to curl and a grunt escape his gag, the attacker watched as Scott’s cock reacted to the touch on his foot, it was showing he enjoyed it, the attacker continued and holding Scott’s bare feet under his arm he began to tickle the soft sweaty size 12’s, Scott’s body jerked and heaved in his bondage the attack on the soles of his feet causing his to strain against the rope holding him to try and get away from the fingers working on his feet, he struggled and curled his toes to stop the attack but the fingers pried his toes back and held them in place as they tickled the space just under his toes, it was driving him wild and the sweat once again began to pour out of him, the thoughts of anything other than the tickling fled from his head and he had forgotten all about the trainer on his face and the smell that filled his nostrils with each ragged breath. The attacker then said
"I have a fetish for feet Scott and love a guy's foot smell after they sweat for awhile so having toes like these in my face gets my dick hard and these feet smell fuckin' horny and being so ticklish mate, this will be fun for me, I guess hell for you!"
The attacker had both Scott's bare soles in his face, he pushed his face into the wiggling toes and moving his head in an up and down motion making sure he smelled all ten toes then said he needed to see if they tasted as good as they looked and his lips sucked a mouthful of toes of Scott's right foot and his tongue slid in between all of Scott's toes which was so ticklish he laughed hysterically at the attacker's oral assault. Then his left foot was lickled as enthusiastically as all of Scott's toes were sucked individually!
The attacker continued to struggle against the bucking and straining of Scott as he held his bare bound feet in place, holding his big toes together to stop his curling, the attacker continued for about ten minutes before allowing Scott a little rest, he dumped the bound feet on the floor again and reached for his scissors once more. Scott relaxed a little panting for air through the TN and still trying not to laugh behind his gag as his body spasms eased off from the tickling he had been forced to suffer, he then felt the cold steel of the scissors again, this time at his ankles, slicing away his trackie bottoms. The attacker worked slowly cutting the blue material away from Scott’s legs, he worked around the rope binding the lads knees together, and up to the crotch, he dropped the scissors for a moment and reached forward to hold Scott’s cock which was still hard as a rock, the attacker could feel a damp patch on the front of the trackies and he squeezed Scott’s cock through the trackie bottoms.
He spent several minutes holding and squeezing his cock, grunts once again came from Scott’s gag and he rolled around onto his back and forced his cock further into his attacker’s hand, almost humping it. The attacker let go and finished the task at hand by cutting away the rest of the tracksuit bottoms. Scott lay there now naked apart from his white CK boxers, still tied up and helpless he could do little but wait for what his attacker decided to put him through next, he wouldn’t have to wait long as he felt his attacker grope his cock again, Scott really had no control over this part of his body and although he was scared and worried about everything that was happening his cock still betrayed him and reacted to the touch of his captor’s hand. The attacker was enjoying the site of his helpless captive he stood for a moment and took a few shots with his camera so he could remember the sight of Scott laying bound and gagged on the bedroom floor naked apart from his CK’s and a trainer on his face.
Scott waited he heard the click of the camera and really didn’t know what to expect, he was half expecting his football mates to start laughing and untie him at any second but something deep inside him knew that wasn’t going to happen, he worried about what time it was, how long he had been here and if anyone had called for help and had witnessed his abduction, all this flew from his mind the second his attacker began to pull down his CK’s.
The attacker pulled down the CK’s to the rope binding his knees and rolled Scott onto his back, the cuffs digging in more now that he had no clothes protecting him, the attacker took Scott’s cock in his hand and began to slowly stroke his finger around the head of the cock, driving Scott to hump and grunt like a wild animal, he kept this up for minute after long minute, each minute passing like an hour, each sweep of the finger feeling like it had set Scott’s nervous system on fire, all of Scott’s being was now wanting to shoot his load, he wanted nothing more in life at this precise moment, the attacker continued with the slow motion on the bound lad’s cock head.
The attacker watched the reactions of his captive and enjoyed every second, he was about to cum in his own pants, he reached forward with his other hand and began to tickle Scott’s side as he kept up the assault on his cock, the bound lad let out a muffled screech as the fingers played his body and cock simultaneously, waves of pleasure and pain ebbed through his helplessly tied body and it seemed like it would never end. The attacker secured Scott's feet together and then again started tickling them thinking it very amusing and telling Scott that some guys didn't like his arrogance and he was being paid well for this nights work so would be taking his time.
Thr attacker gently massaged Scott's big, thick and uncut dick, slowly he began to pull back his foreskin to polish his dick head with silicone lube. Scott found having very sensitive nipples, the attacker played with them then paused for Scott to rest for a few seconds then teased him again. This drove Scott crazy and moaning non-stop. Grabbing Scott's dick he stroked it really hard and fast then slowed down and repeat this tortuous cycle over and over again. Scott hadn't cum for 3 days in preparation for the football match played that same early evening and was on the edge of cumming but the attacker stopping to edge Scott after super intense stroking. Once he had a breather, the cum control cycle would start again. Eventually Scott was unable to hold back anymore and as the attacker released his grip on Scott's dick , Scott shot a poweful load of spunk.
The attacker replaced Scott's stinky socks again and sucked Scott's socked toes and soles loving their strong aroma and then peeled them both off again and sucked on Scott's toes one by one, giving his toes a tongue bath saying he loved licking and sucking dirty feet and sucked on each of Scott's toes harder. He licked and sucked every inch of both Scott's feet saying they satisfied his foot fetish perfectly and sucking on Scott's toes on his right foot, caressed Scott's balls and then looked at the high arches and moist toes of Scott's feet and used his teeth to gently nibble at the centre of both arches and said he'd been told Scott hated his feet being touched! Then proceeded to glide his fingers over both soles.
"Not on the feet! PLEASE! Not on the FEET!” shouted Scott but rendered truly hysterical as Scott attacked both feet with a vengeance scratching all over the soles of both trapped feet and stroking Scott's inner thighs. His moaning turned into a slutty noise as his balls and inner thighs were teased over and over again and both feet massaged. Then Scott squirming again as Scott's fingers explored every inch of both bare feet and stopped to get the feather and scraped the quill end along both soles and toes and ran it in between each of Scott's toes.
Then he tickled in Scott's armpits which had Scott moaning and laughing like crazy but was soon licking on the soles of Scott's ultra ticklish feet, licking on both soles and sucking on Scott's toes and then his fingers tickling them faster and faster as saliva lubricated, his fingers easily slid all over both feet! Then stopped and jerked Scott off again which took a little time but eventually Scott shot a load of spunk and the attacker said to Scott
"You know that you're even more ticklish after you climax and then tickled Scott's feet with his fingers and tongue adding nipple teasing to the combination!"
"No! Heehee! Oh, please, NOHOO! Not on my bare feet! PLEASE don't tickle my bare feet!" Scott pleaded for the torment to stop as he went insane with laughter knowing their were no signs of the attacker stopping as it was obvious he had torture in mind!
All of a sudden he felt a muscled arm wrap around his neck and a hand grab a wrist and push it up his back, he let out a yelp as he was taken completely off guard, he struggled but the arm around his neck tightened it’s grip and he fell on his knees on the path, seemingly with the use of a third hand the assailant pulled something over Scott’s head rendering him totally blind, he tried to fight back and managed to get his left hand up to his face to pull whatever it was on his head off so that he could see what was happening and get away. The attacker noticed what he was doing and forced his body forward and with a pull that felt to Scott as though his arms would pop from his shoulder sockets as both of his wrists were forced high behind his back, he gasped and let out a grunt in pain “Get the fuck off me”! he yelled as he all of a sudden felt the cold steel of handcuffs lock closed around his wrists, he was beyond worried at this point and threw himself to the ground falling onto his side, his legs kicking out in the direction of his attacker.
The attacker stood back and looked around, he had been here before and knew there would be no help for his victim, this place was industrial and deserted at night, the closest person was probably 3 miles away. He watched as Scott’s legs kicked out powerfully trying to land a blow on the attacker, he kept out a range of the trainers and feet as they went mad trying to find him. He reached inside his pocket and pulled out a roll of wide silver duct tape, tearing a strip off he circled around Scott as he lay there kicking on the path so that he was stood above the helpless lad’s head. He watched as Scott continued to kick in the wrong direction, his head scraping on the ground to try and get the bag off of his head so he could see again.
“Let me the fuck out of these cuffs! This isn’t fucking funny anymore guys” Scott yelled at the top of his voice, nervousness creeping in as he hadn’t heard more than one person and he had yet to say anything, he wasn’t at all sure this was a joke anymore.
The attacker crouched beside Scott’s head and pulled the bag up to reveal the lad’s mouth, Scott put up even more of a fight as he felt the bag being lifted and could see the remains of the day’s light again for a moment. The attacker once revealing Scott’s mouth from the bag held Scott’s head down to the path with one hand as he stuck the tape over his lips to silence him, Scott tried his best to shake his head from side to side to stop the tape going on anymore that it already had but it was useless and suddenly he found himself unable to do much more than grunt as his gag sealed his mouth closed. The bag pulled back down over his head and tied around his neck to stop him from being able to shake it from his head.
Scott lay on the path still kicking and grunting as loud as he could, the attacker however mindful of the amount of time he had been there already with Scott on the ground handcuffed turned his attention to the kicking legs and now slightly muddy TN’s, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a thick white plastic cable tie, he stood up for a moment and took a step toward Scott’s waist and lifted his leg so that he was stood with a foot either side of Scott’s struggling form, he sat down quickly
“Mmmmmpppphhh, Mmmmmpppphhhh” Scott grunted as the air was knocked out of him for a second, feeling the weight of his attacker land full force on his waist effectively pinning him to the ground. The Attacker leaned forward and pulled the cable tie around Scott’s knees pinning his legs together reducing his kicking to flops rather than kicks capable of hurting anyone, he checked the cable tie to make sure it was tight and then reached into his pocket for another one, this time he was going for the white socked ankles of the helpless lad. He stood up and walked around Scott until he reached the TN’s as they flailed about still bumping into the path and scuffing the heels of the size 12 trainers as they hit the dirt hard as he tried to lift his feet high enough to kick the attacker. The attacker in one swift motion waiting until his prize had lifted his feet high enough from the ground wrapped an arm around Scott’s ankles while his other hand wrapped the cable tie over the bottom of his tracksuit bottoms, then in it clicked and pulled tight rendering Scott’s feet helpless.
He stood up now and reached down rolling Scott onto his side, the lad still grunting and trying to fight but unable to see or speak it was futile, the attacker lifted him from the ground with relative ease and had Scott stood on his bound feet in the blue Nike TN’s wobbling trying to keep his balance. He stood in front of the lad and placed his hand on Scott’s shoulder to keep him from falling into the cold dirty water of the canal beside them. He bent down and picked up the Nike sports bag from the side of the path and placed it over his right shoulder, he then got in close to Scott so that he could smell his sweat as he stood there still grunting for help and shaking a little from the adrenaline rush of the last five minutes, he could hear Scott breathing heavily through his nose behind the cloth of the bag over his head and feel the shaking through his shoulder, he got in closer and bent down slightly and then putting an arm around the tied lads body lifted him over his shoulder, Scott struggling to get free but knowing it is hopeless and he was going nowhere without the attacker letting him go.
The attacker walked down the path with a sports bag over one shoulder and Scott over the other, Scott’s cable tied legs sticking out in front of the guy carrying him his TN’s and bound ankles bobbing up and down with each step. He felt the attacker walked down a slight slope as he tried to roll off the attacker’s shoulder, he knew it would hurt but if he could only roll off it would slow the guy down and hopefully give him time to be found by someone that could help. He felt the attacker stop walking and heard something metallic click, he really threw himself around now, trying his hardest to fall free but the hand holding him across his backside gripped harder to keep him from falling. The attacker pulled open the boot of the car and lent forward dropping the bound feet of Scott into the left hand side of the boot, then swinging the body of the bound lad around in front of him he placed his backside into the boot and then the rest of his body so that he was sat upright in the boot of the vehicle. Scott continued to grunt wildly and shake his head as he felt what was happening and realised he was being placed into the boot of a car to be taken away. The attacker pushed on his bagged head until he could close the boot lid without bashing Scott on the head.
Scott struggled as his head was pushed down further into the boot, sliding onto his side as he was pushed then he heard the thump of the boot lid closing above him and then silence for a moment before he heard another thump as the car door was closed and the driver took his seat. The engine started and Scott could feel the car moving, he explored his dark little world around him, pushing against the side with his bound feet, unable to feel much through the now sweaty TN’s that were on his feet, he reached around behind his back with his cuffed hands and felt only the carpet of the interior, it was then he remembered his mobile in his tracksuit pocket.
Reaching around as best he could he managed strain his arms and fingers just enough to reach the edge of the zipper that held the pocket closed, his finger ends were still wet from the rolling around on the path he had been doing moments earlier and the zip kept slipping from the grasp of the two fingers he had managed to reach it with. After several failed attempts and feeling the sweat break out all over his bound body both with fear and exertion he finally managed to pull the zip open enough for the mobile to slide out of his pocket onto the boot’s floor in front of him. He soon realised he would have to try and turn over to reach the phone and in this confined space that was hardly going to be easy but he knew that it was going to be his only way out of here.
With a few deep breaths he started to turn onto his back, the handcuffs digging into his back just above the waistline of his trackie bottoms which had been pulled down a little while he was being carried and now exposed the waistband of his white CK boxers, he took a moment to breathe again, the air in whatever was over his head was getting warm and he could feel the sweat running down his face and onto his gag, he had to move again and try to roll onto his other side, pushing his feet against the side of the car boot and sliding his arms from one side of his back to another he managed to almost flop onto right hand side, his back thankful for the relief of not having to lay on the steel cuffs which held his hands behind his back so securely. He moved his cuffed hands around behind him, fingers straining exploring the darkness trying to find the mobile that had dropped out of his pocket, the motion of the car not helping at all and the lack of room. Finally he felt the phone brush against his hand, he managed to grab the phone before it slid away as the car turned a corner sharply.
As he knew he couldn’t see the keys to dial any number or use the menu to call anyone particular he fiddled with the phone in his cuffed hands and managed to press the answer key, this dialled his last called number, he could just make out the ringing over the road and engine noise in the boot of the car, he started to grunt as loud as he could through his gag so that someone might hear him on the other end of the phone, he had no idea if anyone could hear him or had even answered but he kept grunting as loud as he could hoping for some help. It was at this point the felt the car pull up and realised the engine noise had stopped as the car had been turned off. The thud of the car door opening and closing again made him jump and he tried to hide the phone in his trackie bottoms pocket but it slipped from his hand again and fell into the boot.
The attacker walked around to the back of the car which was now parked in a double garage which to one side had a door that led into a house. The garage door finished closing on it’s electric mechanism as the attacker reached the boot latch, he reached down and popped the lid, slowly lifting it to find that Scott had rolled over onto his right side, immediately the attacker’s eyes focused on the brightly lit screen of Scott’s mobile phone which lay open in the bottom of the boot inches from Scott’s hands, he reached down and without a word picked it up and smashed it against the side of the car, making sure he removed the battery he threw it to the far end of the garage.
“Been trying to make a call then Scott?” The attacker spoke (Scott didn't recognise the voice so how did he know who he was?) for the first time since grabbing the lad from the canal tow path. Scott grunted into his gag and his head fell limp against the carpet beneath it in frustration and defeat. The attacker smiled as he reached into the boot and wrapped his arms around the sweaty bound lad and lifted him clean out of the boot helping him to stand once again on his bound feet, wobbling Scott stood still trying to keep his balance by shifting his weight around inside the Nikes moving from heel to toe to keep upright. Scott had been moved inside a house and carried to a room upstairs where the cable ties had been cut from around his legs and ankles and now rope bound his ankles and knees together, the bag had been taken off of his head and tape had been used to seal his eyes closed and keep him blind, his hands were still cuffed and he lay on a carpeted floor too exhausted to really struggle, the past hour and a half of struggling had taken it toll and he lay sweating heavily, his gag reinforced with more tape wrapped tightly around his head, he could feel his clothes clinging to him with the sweat he had built up during his struggles and he could hear his captor walking around inside the room and the odd sound of things being moved around.
He was still wondering if this was a prank by his team mates for missing that critical goal but was frightened, he knew nobody else knew about his kinky side and although he had been for kidnapped he couldn’t help but get a little hard in his sweaty boxers and tracksuit feeling the rope against his limbs and the tape on his face, he drifted off remembering the kinky times he had been bound and gagged but was swiftly brought back to reality when he felt his captor grab hold of one of his Nikes. Giving the TN a hard tug it slipped free of Scott’s white socked, sweat moist right foot, the warmth was evident straight away and the captor took a moment to enjoy the sudden rush of scent from the trainer he had removed from his captive, he looked down to see Scott wiggle his toes a little.
Finally free from the sweaty trainer Scott wiggled his toes a little it felt good to get a little air to his feet at last, he felt the hand of his captor on his damp white sock and flinched, then he felt the hand leave his foot and heard the sound of duct tape tearing away from the roll. The attacker knelt down beside Scott’s head and holding his trainer in one hand placed his free hand on the back of Scott’s head and pressed the sweaty TN to his face forcing him to breathe through his own sweaty Nike. Scott bucked in his bondage as he felt something being pressed against his face, he took a sharp intake of breath through his nose and smelled the sweaty smell of the inside of his prized white TN’s, it took only a second for his cock to respond and he was soon sporting a rock hard boner in his sweaty white CK’s.
The attacker held Scott’s trainer over his nose for a minute or two before taping it into place over his face so that he had no choice but to breathe in the smell of his own feet. He took a moment to look over the lad and noticed the hard on tenting his trackie bottoms, a smile spread across his face and he bent forward and brushed his hand against the hard on, it twitched and a moan escaped Scott’s gag, he gripped the hard cock in his hand and squeezed it, feeling it move in his hand and hearing the groan coming from Scott’s gag, muffled by the trainer taped to his face, it would seem he has found Scott’s weakness. The attacker stood up and again watched the bound lad on the floor, every now and then he twitched in his bonds and grunted into his gag, the hard cock in his trackies twitching visibly beneath the cover of blue cloth. He watched for a few minutes more and then an idea sprung into his head, he headed over to a cupboard in the corner of the room and took a key from his pocket, unlocking the heavy padlock on the door he swung it open to reveal various items of bondage equipment and a pair of scissors.
The attacker took the scissors from the cupboard and again headed for Scott’s bound body laying on the floor, he slipped the edge of the blade beneath the cuff of Scott’s tracksuit top and started to snip away the sleeve, Scott feeling what was happening started to grunt wildly into his gag again, forcing him to breathe more deeply through his sweaty TN, the attacker stopped for a moment and sat down beside the bound lad, “I’d hold still if I were you, wouldn’t want to cut you” he said in his deep gruff voice. Scott stiffened his muscles and held still as the attacked sliced his tracksuit top off of his bound body.
Soon the top was removed revealing a light blue t-shirt which was drenched with the sweat of Scott from his struggles earlier on during his capture. The attacker once again began slicing the clothing, this time going up the right seam along Scott’s body, soon enough the t-shirt fell into rags and the attacker pulled it away from his body revealing Scott’s bare upper body, glistening with sweat and breathing deeply again through his TN. The fear of what was happening to him sinking in with each passing second.
The attacker took a few minutes to take in the sight of Scott laying half naked on the floor of the room tied up gagged and blindfold with his own sweaty Nike on his face, he then crouched down again this time at Scott’s feet and slipped off the remaining trainer, he held it to his face and took in the smell of the bound lad and felt his own hardon grow in his boxers, he put down the Nike and began removing Scott’s sweaty white socks sliding each one down his ankle and pulling it softly over Scott’s heel revealing his bare sweaty feet, as he removed each sock he held it up to his face and took in a deep breath, taking in the scent of the sexy guy he had kidnapped from the path earlier in the day. Scott lay there feeling his socks being removed and wiggled his toes, he was sure he couldn’t escape and really had no choice but to endure what was happening, the air inside his Nike that had been taped to his face was getting stale and the warmth from his breath had increased the smell of his own feet inside the TN.
The attacker brushed his hand along the soft sole of Scott’s right foot causing his toes to curl and a grunt escape his gag, the attacker watched as Scott’s cock reacted to the touch on his foot, it was showing he enjoyed it, the attacker continued and holding Scott’s bare feet under his arm he began to tickle the soft sweaty size 12’s, Scott’s body jerked and heaved in his bondage the attack on the soles of his feet causing his to strain against the rope holding him to try and get away from the fingers working on his feet, he struggled and curled his toes to stop the attack but the fingers pried his toes back and held them in place as they tickled the space just under his toes, it was driving him wild and the sweat once again began to pour out of him, the thoughts of anything other than the tickling fled from his head and he had forgotten all about the trainer on his face and the smell that filled his nostrils with each ragged breath. The attacker then said
"I have a fetish for feet Scott and love a guy's foot smell after they sweat for awhile so having toes like these in my face gets my dick hard and these feet smell fuckin' horny and being so ticklish mate, this will be fun for me, I guess hell for you!"
The attacker had both Scott's bare soles in his face, he pushed his face into the wiggling toes and moving his head in an up and down motion making sure he smelled all ten toes then said he needed to see if they tasted as good as they looked and his lips sucked a mouthful of toes of Scott's right foot and his tongue slid in between all of Scott's toes which was so ticklish he laughed hysterically at the attacker's oral assault. Then his left foot was lickled as enthusiastically as all of Scott's toes were sucked individually!
The attacker continued to struggle against the bucking and straining of Scott as he held his bare bound feet in place, holding his big toes together to stop his curling, the attacker continued for about ten minutes before allowing Scott a little rest, he dumped the bound feet on the floor again and reached for his scissors once more. Scott relaxed a little panting for air through the TN and still trying not to laugh behind his gag as his body spasms eased off from the tickling he had been forced to suffer, he then felt the cold steel of the scissors again, this time at his ankles, slicing away his trackie bottoms. The attacker worked slowly cutting the blue material away from Scott’s legs, he worked around the rope binding the lads knees together, and up to the crotch, he dropped the scissors for a moment and reached forward to hold Scott’s cock which was still hard as a rock, the attacker could feel a damp patch on the front of the trackies and he squeezed Scott’s cock through the trackie bottoms.
He spent several minutes holding and squeezing his cock, grunts once again came from Scott’s gag and he rolled around onto his back and forced his cock further into his attacker’s hand, almost humping it. The attacker let go and finished the task at hand by cutting away the rest of the tracksuit bottoms. Scott lay there now naked apart from his white CK boxers, still tied up and helpless he could do little but wait for what his attacker decided to put him through next, he wouldn’t have to wait long as he felt his attacker grope his cock again, Scott really had no control over this part of his body and although he was scared and worried about everything that was happening his cock still betrayed him and reacted to the touch of his captor’s hand. The attacker was enjoying the site of his helpless captive he stood for a moment and took a few shots with his camera so he could remember the sight of Scott laying bound and gagged on the bedroom floor naked apart from his CK’s and a trainer on his face.
Scott waited he heard the click of the camera and really didn’t know what to expect, he was half expecting his football mates to start laughing and untie him at any second but something deep inside him knew that wasn’t going to happen, he worried about what time it was, how long he had been here and if anyone had called for help and had witnessed his abduction, all this flew from his mind the second his attacker began to pull down his CK’s.
The attacker pulled down the CK’s to the rope binding his knees and rolled Scott onto his back, the cuffs digging in more now that he had no clothes protecting him, the attacker took Scott’s cock in his hand and began to slowly stroke his finger around the head of the cock, driving Scott to hump and grunt like a wild animal, he kept this up for minute after long minute, each minute passing like an hour, each sweep of the finger feeling like it had set Scott’s nervous system on fire, all of Scott’s being was now wanting to shoot his load, he wanted nothing more in life at this precise moment, the attacker continued with the slow motion on the bound lad’s cock head.
The attacker watched the reactions of his captive and enjoyed every second, he was about to cum in his own pants, he reached forward with his other hand and began to tickle Scott’s side as he kept up the assault on his cock, the bound lad let out a muffled screech as the fingers played his body and cock simultaneously, waves of pleasure and pain ebbed through his helplessly tied body and it seemed like it would never end. The attacker secured Scott's feet together and then again started tickling them thinking it very amusing and telling Scott that some guys didn't like his arrogance and he was being paid well for this nights work so would be taking his time.
Thr attacker gently massaged Scott's big, thick and uncut dick, slowly he began to pull back his foreskin to polish his dick head with silicone lube. Scott found having very sensitive nipples, the attacker played with them then paused for Scott to rest for a few seconds then teased him again. This drove Scott crazy and moaning non-stop. Grabbing Scott's dick he stroked it really hard and fast then slowed down and repeat this tortuous cycle over and over again. Scott hadn't cum for 3 days in preparation for the football match played that same early evening and was on the edge of cumming but the attacker stopping to edge Scott after super intense stroking. Once he had a breather, the cum control cycle would start again. Eventually Scott was unable to hold back anymore and as the attacker released his grip on Scott's dick , Scott shot a poweful load of spunk.
The attacker replaced Scott's stinky socks again and sucked Scott's socked toes and soles loving their strong aroma and then peeled them both off again and sucked on Scott's toes one by one, giving his toes a tongue bath saying he loved licking and sucking dirty feet and sucked on each of Scott's toes harder. He licked and sucked every inch of both Scott's feet saying they satisfied his foot fetish perfectly and sucking on Scott's toes on his right foot, caressed Scott's balls and then looked at the high arches and moist toes of Scott's feet and used his teeth to gently nibble at the centre of both arches and said he'd been told Scott hated his feet being touched! Then proceeded to glide his fingers over both soles.
"Not on the feet! PLEASE! Not on the FEET!” shouted Scott but rendered truly hysterical as Scott attacked both feet with a vengeance scratching all over the soles of both trapped feet and stroking Scott's inner thighs. His moaning turned into a slutty noise as his balls and inner thighs were teased over and over again and both feet massaged. Then Scott squirming again as Scott's fingers explored every inch of both bare feet and stopped to get the feather and scraped the quill end along both soles and toes and ran it in between each of Scott's toes.
Then he tickled in Scott's armpits which had Scott moaning and laughing like crazy but was soon licking on the soles of Scott's ultra ticklish feet, licking on both soles and sucking on Scott's toes and then his fingers tickling them faster and faster as saliva lubricated, his fingers easily slid all over both feet! Then stopped and jerked Scott off again which took a little time but eventually Scott shot a load of spunk and the attacker said to Scott
"You know that you're even more ticklish after you climax and then tickled Scott's feet with his fingers and tongue adding nipple teasing to the combination!"
"No! Heehee! Oh, please, NOHOO! Not on my bare feet! PLEASE don't tickle my bare feet!" Scott pleaded for the torment to stop as he went insane with laughter knowing their were no signs of the attacker stopping as it was obvious he had torture in mind!
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