Story – ‘Tom Daley – Kidnap Victim’ Part 2

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Tom Daley lay face down in his cold metal coffin like prison. He had given up struggling. There was no possibility of escape. Duct tape kept his limbs securely bound and straps locked him to the inside of the casket in which he was being kept prisoner. He wore only his tight blue training speedo.

Tom could move his head from side to side but that was the only movement which his restraints would allow.

Tom lay still and concentrated on breathing through his nostrils. He was unable to take in air through his mouth. It had been stuffed with one of his speedos and the layers of duct which had been wrapped around his head held it firmly in place. The speedo tasted of chlorine.  It had been taken straight from his training bag and had not been washed.

His balls ached. Because he was lying full length and face down on the hard metal base of his tiny prison, they were being crushed between his body and the firm, cold surface. He wriggled as best as he could to achieve some sort of comfort but his restraints held him tight.

Tom waited. He was scared. The urge to panic remained but he worked hard to control it. There was no point in struggling. He focussed on conserving his energy. If the chance to escape came he needed to be ready.
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Story – ‘Tom Daley – Kidnap Victim’

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Tom Daley hung in chains. He was naked apart from the tight, blue speedo which he had worn whilst he had been training at his pool.

His wrists were shackled and held somewhere high above his head. His arms were pulled painfully tight. His shoulder muscles complained as they supported the weight of his entire body. His feet dangled inches above a cold, concrete, dirty floor.

He could barely make a sound. Another of his training speedos had been stuffed in his mouth and was held in place with several layers of duct tape which had been wrapped several times over his mouth and around his head.

A camera flash repeatedly dazzled him as the harsh, unblinking eye of a camera repeatedly took his photo.

Somewhere behind the camera, Tom could just about make out the figure of one of his kidnappers. He was muscular and wore tight black leather jeans, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket…he also wore a black gas mask. His face was hidden other than the dim suggestion of eyes seen through the circular eye pieces…
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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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