"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH". When Frank realized that he couldn't move his arms or legs, and that he was in the back of a van, he tried to scream even though he knew he was gagged. Then he started pushing against the zip tie on his wrists. He made no progress: Kevin had planned well and had used the extra strong variety. He had also tied Frank good and tight. The ties didn't cut into Frank's skin, but he was getting exhausted from struggling. The van would stop occasionally and, in case someone might hear him, he'd try screaming again. No one heard a single one. Frank saw his sneakers at his side. He figured that Kevin had taken them off so he couldn't get very far if he got out.
He didn't know how long Kevin had been driving before he stopped. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH" he screamed again, as Kevin opened the back door of the van. Then Frank squirmed, vigorously. Kevin stood there, hands on his hips, smiling.
"I knew you'd struggle, Frankie, so I made sure you'd stay nice and tied." He saw Frank's look: there was fire in his eyes, and his face was bright red. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU, YOU FAGGOT" was what Frank screamed, but of course, nothing but "mmmmmmmmmmmmmph" came out. The angry look in Frank's face turned to one of fear when he saw Kevin pull a four-inch knife from his pocket.
"I know what you're thinking, Frankie, but you're wrong. I'm not gonna kill you. I'm not even gonna cut you if you keep nice and still. I just figured you could use the bathroom and I was gonna walk you outside so you can piss. You need to piss Frankie?" Frank wasn't sure he could trust Kevin, but he did have to pee, really badly. And maybe when Kevin cut his wrists, he could make a break for it.
"Let's get these on you Frankie. Don't want you to cut those feet on a rock or something." Kevin slipped the sneakers on him, and Frank yelped. "mMMMMMMMmmmmmph". Kevin had put something in his sneakers, and it was piercing his athletic socks.
"My own special mix of Velcro and fiberglass, Frankie. Keeps a bull like you under control, when I don't want to use the cattle prod -- and yes, I DO have one, if you'd like to `see' it." Frank shook his head no, and Kevin took him by his bicep. "Ok, stud. Let's get you on solid ground. Frank tried to scream again as his feet hit the ground: the pain from the lining became more intense. Kevin began opening his jeans.
"You probably thought I was going to let you handle your pride and joy yourself. Not happening, handsome. I'll take care of making sure you have a good whiz." Kevin kept one hand on Frank's arm, and the other wrapped around his cock. He laughed "Frankie, you were MUCH harder when I jabbed you. I wonder what happened."
"Don't call me Frankie," was the next thing Frank tried to say. His mom called him that, and kids at school called him Frankie before he came into his growth. A wimp like Kevin wasn't gonna get away with it. Still, that wimp was stroking his dick, getting it firmer, and the sounds coming out of Frank were different now.
"Just pissing, Frankie. Nothing else. I'm teasing ya. Get used to it. "Kevin played with Frank's dick until it was rigid. Then he let go. Of course, with the hard-on, Frank couldn't piss. "It'll pass Frankie, unless you wanna keep it and wet yourself." Kevin stepped behind Frank and held him at his shoulders. He whispered. "The only thing you're gonna get to do with your cock is piss, so enjoy it while you can, studmuffin." Frank had softened enough so that he could piss, and while he did, he felt one of Kevin's hands slide inside down and begin teasing his nipple. He began getting hard, again.
"Hard and helpless. Sounds like a good title for the biography of Frank Connor." A very soft, pleading "mmmmmmmmmph" came out of Frank as Kevin squeezed the nipple he was playing with.
"We done, big boy?" Frank shook his head. "Good. Because Mr. Morris needs to piss too." When Kevin dropped his pants, Frank's eyes got bigger. In all these years, he had never even looked at Frank's cock. Thick, cut and at least 8 inches. Kevin saw Frank staring and laughed. "Like what you see, boy? Wait until you feel it." Frank began thinking "wait. Is he planning to..." Kevin zipped up. "OK, swivel hips, let's get you back in the van. We're about half way to our destination, and if you behave, I'll let you ride up in front for a while, but first, you're gonna wear my new invention."
Experienced guys would have recognized nipple clamps right away. Frank didn't know what they were, and so the feeling when Kevin put them on him was new. He tried to scream, again, and Kevin laughed.
"Get used to it. I like using these. And this is at their loosest setting, but that'll change, Frankie. See this little box here?" It was right at the midpoint of the chain. "It has a timer. Those clamps will tighten, little by little over a three-minute interval until they bite down for ten seconds. And you'll know it's coming because they'll glow, redder and redder as they get closer to the end of their cycle. Oh, one more thing. Movement makes them tighten faster so, given how uneven the road is, you probably don't want to squirm too much."
Once he had Frank back in the van, Kevin used a new zip tie on his ankles. He hesitated before he took Frank's sneakers off, but then said "Nah." Focus on the clamps. You're gonna be wearing them for about 45 minutes." He slammed the door shut and got into the driver's seat. Had someone had a microphone in the back of the van, they'd have heard the whimpering coming out of Frank's gagged mouth, punctuated every three minutes or so as the clamps bit down. "Forty-five minutes. Only fifteen of them. Only fifteen of them," Frank thought, before they clamped down the first time and he tried to scream again. Kevin could hear it, and he smiled. "If that boy only knew what he was gonna go through in the next few days."
"Thank you, Jesus," Frank thought as the van pulled to a stop. He heard Kevin come out of the driver's seat, and then the door of the van opened. Kevin saw a very different Frank than the one he had seen forty-five minutes ago: this one was sweaty and looked totally defeated. His nipples were engorged by the clamps. He looked at Kevin pleadingly.
"You want them off, don't you?" Frank shook his head "YES," vigorously. "I'll take them off, but I warn you, rookie, you'll wish I didn't." Kevin was right. "MMMMMMMMMMMMPHGFFFFFHFHFHFHF" came out of Frank as his head rolled back. Kevin couldn't help himself and toyed with the nipples.
"You wanna ride up front, Frankie? I'll take off the gag, we'll talk a little, but your wrists stay tied. And if you get too nasty, I'll put another gag on you. AND the clamps." Slowly, Frank shook his head yes. "Very good. Now, let's get you up front. We'll leave your shoes here for now, stud." The knife came out again. "Be still, Frankie. We don't want you to be nicknamed scarface, ha ha." Kevin cut away the gag. "I'll give you some water when you sit down. " "Thank you," Frank sighed out through deep breaths. The tape had restricted his breathing somewhat, and now that he was getting full air again, he was almost gulping it.
After Kevin sat Frankie down in the passenger seat, he held a sippy cup up to him. "Drink all you want. Slowly. It's got electrolytes in it, but nothing that's gonna make you strong enough to break the zip." Frank sucked at the liquid. He finished the whole cup. When Kevin took it away from him, he spoke. "Kevin, why are you doing this?" Kevin had started driving again, and he smiled. The road was very straight, and he could use just one hand on the steering wheel. He moved his other one to Frank's left thigh and began stroking it.
"You didn't catch on to a lot, Frankie. Always thinking about you, and what people could do for YOU, how you could bully them, yadda yadda. You didn't think through that there was a very smart geek who had the hots for you big time." Frank laughed. "Oh, I knew you had the hots for me, Kevin. Let me tell you, nothing happened then, and nothing's gonna happen now." Kevin laughed and moved his hand to Frank's crotch, pressing down. "OW. SHIT THAT HURT. MOTHERFUCKER" Kevin pressed harder.
"Well, Frankie, something DID happen. I sucked you every week. Remember? And something IS gonna happen. We're gonna be spending three days up here, and when we go back home, police officer to be Frank Connor is also gonna be bottom boy sub to Mr. Kevin Morris."
"I have no idea what the fuck that means, Morris. And I'm not spending a few days with you. Once my mom knows I'm gone, the police will be all over. They'll find us. "
"OH YEAH, your mom. Well, that text you sent her apologized for not telling her about the weekend you were spending fishing with friends. She'll be fine. "
"I DIDN'T SEND ANY EMAILS TO MOM," Frank yelled, and Kevin was silent. Then, Frank noticed that there was nothing in his jeans pocket: no wallet, no keys, no cell phone. "FUCK! You faked a text when I was knocked out, BASTARD." Kevin smiled. "I had a LOT of time to plan this, Frankie. You were never a good planner, and, trust me, I've gotten better at strategy, careful thinking, all those things. In brief, good man, you're screwed. And in good time, you will get screwed. "
"WAIT. Are you gonna... fuck me?" Now Frank began pushing at the restraints again.
"Hell yeah. At least a few times this weekend. And after we get back, probably at least once a day. I'm gonna have my slave boy bottom, Frankie, who'll be a cop no less. "When Frank stewed as he realized what Kevin had planned, Kevin continued to speak. "Remember how I found out about your ticklish navel, Frankie? Just by chance. Well, first, I'm gonna find out what other spots you have like that. Then, I'm gonna use each and every one of them." He paused. "As I turn my bull into my steer. HA HA HA HA HA. "
"Kevin, please. Let's just turn around and go back. I swear, I'll never torment you again."
"You're right. You won't, Frankie. I'm gonna be doing the tormenting. By doing things like calling you Frankie." Frank huffed. "That was an easy one to find out about. And just today, I found out how much you like having your cock teased, and how sensitive your nipples are. Who knows what else we'll find out? And look -- our base of operation is right up ahead. "Frank saw a brick building about 300 feet in front of them. "So get ready for a new experience Frankie. From what I could gather, you're not a virgin with women, but you are with men, because no one's ever been up that hole of yours. Well, that's gonna change. A whole lot of things are gonna change. "Kevin pulled the van into the driveway. He leaned over and put a kiss on Frank's neck. "Because my sweet Frankie is going to learn that gay or straight, you can be another man's sex slave."
Kevin made Frank put his shoes on as they walked to the house. Frank's arms were fatigued from being bound, but Kevin showed no sign of untying him. As he held Frank by the bicep, Frank realized that Kevin was surprisingly strong. He didn't expect that from the geek he knew in school, or his build. Frank had no doubt he could take Kevin in a one on one fight, but in his current state, more than a little hungry, a little dehydrated, and drained from being bound and clamped, he didn't think so.
"Now, let's just move you to a seat, Frankie, and start discussing what the rules are around here. They're not negotiable, they're rules." Kevin almost threw Frank into a chair. "OUCH. DAMN Kevin, my arms are sore!"
"You want me to untie you I imagine."
"You imagine right, fucker." Kevin folded his arms and smiled. "IF it happens, it will be later. Not yet. I have some exploring to do. Some very serious exploring." He got out of his own seat and wandered behind Frank. He positioned his hands on his captives shoulders. His fingers dug in, and Frank moaned: if he were getting a massage, this would be a great start. He wasn't. Instead he felt some small, sharp teeth nibbling on his earlobe. The sensation was like the one going on in his feet.
"OH SHIT. What did you just do. MMMMMMMM."
"I do believe we both just found a hot spot, Frankie. You've never had your ear nibbled?" Kevin ran his teeth back and forth over Frank's ear, and Frank began to breathe hard. "NO. Never. OH GOD. OH FUCK." He felt his cock begin to harden. It hardened even more when Kevin did nothing more than put his hand on top of Frank's sore left nipple. Frank began whimpering.
"That's not fair after what you," he gulped. "Did. OH GOD." Kevin had moved his lips down to Frank's neck and the combination of Kevin's fingers and his mouth was making Frank feel things he had never felt.
"It can get cold up here, so I've got some stuff for you to wear as you need it, but truth to be told, frankie, I'd LOVE to have you naked all the time. "Kevin began opening Frank's shirt completely. He moved to a position in front of him.
"I bet that navel is STILL ticklish." Frank saw that Kevin's nails were long. He pulled back to try to avoid it, but the minute that a nail touched his belly button, Frank began to snicker. Kevin said nothing as he circled it with his finger, occasionally stopping to put that finger in his mouth before he circled Frank's navel again.
"Hee, hee, hee," was how Frank started, but as Kevin continued, he squirmed and fought and soon, the "tee hees" became out and out belly laughs.
"STOP. STOP. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA."
"No more navel tickling, frankie?" "No, please, no more. "
"Well, how about this?" Kevin slid his finger in between Frank's jeans and his belly, and ran it back and forth very, very slowly. He kept his other hand on Frank's shoulder, so he was more stable, but Frank began to laugh hysterically again.
"You sound like a schoolgirl frankie. And I bet this isn't your most sensitive spot."
"I don't know. I didn't even know it was sensitive. STOP. STOP. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. PLEASE. CAN YOU DO SOMETHING ELSE? PLEASE. ANYTHING."
"Anything, frankie?" Frank was feeling too helpless to argue. "YES. ANYTHING.
"You shave your chest, frankie. For body building. You shave your pits, too?"
"OH SHIT NO. Don't do them. Don't. Please." He was too late. "You said anything stud. I'm doing anything." Frank was heaving from the laughter. His body, fatigued as it was, was shaking helplessly as he laughed.
"I bet you don't shave your pubes though, frankie connor."
"NO! Why would I do that?" "You wouldn't. But I will. You'll be going back home nice and smooth. But for now...I see a spot at your jeans. I guess tickling turns you on. Maybe you need a little `release' frankie?"
"What? What are you gonna do?" Frank was getting nervous. "Remember I told you I had that cattle prod? Well, if you don't want to feel it, you're gonna do what I tell you." Frank saw Kevin pick up the wand. He sighed. "Ok, I guess you win."
"I do. Now..." Frank felt the knife cut the bonds on his wrists. "Get some circulation back, roll them around, and then, strip. All the way down. Leave on your shorts though. Those are mine." Frank gulped and blushed, but Kevin was standing there, holding the prod. He didn't have any choice. He didn't know if Kevin had noticed that he was wearing a posing thong: it was something he did because he felt even sexier when he did. In fact, Kevin didn't notice it, but when he saw the white silky fabric, he hooted.
"WHOA. My milk bull is a sexy beast. HELL YEAH. Now, frankie, get on that bed. Spread out. Just like a star." When Frank didn't move, Kevin smacked the prod in his hand. Frank slowly moved to the bed and lay on his back the way Kevin had instructed him.
"What are you gonna do to me?" Frank pleaded as Kevin grabbed each of his wrists in turn and strapped them down to the bed. He did the same thing with his ankles. Then he undressed himself. His cock was rigid.
"Not tonight, frankie, but soon. Tonight, we're gonna do this." He found a clip at the side of Frank's thong and opened it. Frank's cock shot out, hard and dripping, embarrassing him. "Oh, this is just so hot, I need to record it." Kevin pulled out his phone and took pictures. Frank did exactly what Kevin thought he would and struggled. He didn't know that Kevin had switched to movie mode.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" he moaned as he felt one of Kevin's long fingers rub the back of his dick. He moaned even more when Kevin moved that finger up to his cock head, and began running circles around it, the way he had earlier with Frank's navel.
"OH FUCK. OH FUCK," Frank whispered, before he descended into high pitched moans that just got higher when Kevin took his dick in his hand. "Slowly, slowly slowly. "They weren't moans out of Frank anymore: they were more like squeaks: the kind of sounds that a mouse makes. "OH HOW CUTE. Listen to how big franky loses it completely when he's edged." Kevin took his hand away from Frank's cock. He gave Frank a look. "Know how I could make you shoot without even touching your dick now, frankie? "Gulping for air, Frank answered "No. I have no idea. "Well, let's investigate that ass of yours." Again, Kevin wet his finger and this time, he traced the outline of Frank's hole. As he did, he whispered "I'm gonna get this in there before you know it frankie. And you're gonna beg for it." Right now, all Frank was interested in begging for was for Kevin not to stop. "NO... No..I won't. I won't...OOOOOOOOOOOH" He felt Kevin's finger go inside of him, just up to the nail. Then he pulled it out, and that same finger began playing up and down the back of Frank's cock. Tied down tightly as he was, Frank began to buck. "PLEASE. PLEASE KEVIN. I GOTTA SHOOT. I GOTTA CUM." Kevin moved his hand away. "No you don't Frankie. You're the bottom, and the bottom doesn't cum before the Top does. And that's me. So..." Kevin straddled Frank's big body. His cock was pointing right up at Frank's face. "I'm gonna shoot first. I'm gonna shoot by thinking about what I'm gonna do to you this weekend, and how I'm gonna have fun continuing it when we go back. And then...maybe if you ask me nicely, I'll let you shoot." He didn't touch Frank, but just began stroking himself. "OH YEAH. I'm gonna have my cock inside you boy. With you begging for more. Now though.... "He went silent, let out a deep breath, and shot a load all over Frank. Some of it got Frank in the face. "Just gave you your first facial, cop bottom. How'd you like that?" Frank didn't like it, but his cock was rigid. "I'm so glad I did that, stud, because now, asking me nicely isn't gonna be enough." Frank had never been so desperate in his life. "What do you want, Kevin?" Kevin moved a finger through his jizz and rubbed it on Frank's lips. "Lick them, Frankie. Taste what cum tastes like. You made enough people taste yours. "Frank hesitated and Kevin smiled. He got off of Frank's torso and said "very well. I guess I'll just amuse myself seeing you suffer by..." his finger started running around Frank's cockhead again, and when Frank began to breathe fast, he moved it away.
"PLEASE KEVIN, DON'T STOP."
"Lick your lips, milk bull." Defeated again, Frank tasted the salty stuff that had dried on his mouth. "OK, I did it. Now will you let me cum?"
"That's hardly asking nicely, frankie. Something along the lines of Please Sir, please make me cum," or Please Mr. Morris. Please let me shoot," would make a MUCH better case for you.
"You want me to beg?" Frank lifted his head. "Better get used to it, frankie. That's gonna be the cost of pleasure from now on. Now, maybe it's time to switch back to this." He began running his finger up and down the back of Frank's cock again. He didn't say anything, but he just listened as Frank moaned, and whimpered and watched as he heaved on the bed.
"Please Mr. Morris. Would you let me cum, Sir?" came out of Frank's mouth. He felt defeated yet again when he said it. In his wildest dreams, he would never have imagined being tied up by Kevin, and being tortured to the point where he had to beg to cum.
"Yes, you may cum, but that cock is no longer yours to control, big man. I'm in charge of it now, and it will cum when I say it does, the way I want it to. You're getting off easy tonight, so to speak." Kevin was experienced at this, and he inserted his thumb back into Frank's hole.
"OH FUCK WHAT DID YOU JUST DO. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" Lashings of jizz spilled out of Frank: more than he could ever remember coming out of his dick. He spasmed a good ten more times after the last jizz left his body. Kevin smiled at him. "Now, frankie, I'm not really concerned about you escaping, because you have no idea where we are. However, we're going to have to make sure you don't do anything to try to harm me. So..." He untied Frank's wrists but pulled out a very short set of handcuffs and locked him up again. He reached under the bed and pulled out a leg iron. He locked it on Frank's right ankle after he had untied those.
"Let's get you used to how those feel because you'll have them on tonight while you sleep frankie. In the same bed as me. I'll make some dinner for us, and I'll even give you something to help you sleep." He grinned maliciously. "Not a needle though. And tomorrow, your training will continue."