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The Kidnapping

I get kidnapped and am forced to watch porn and suck dick

I woke up in a strange place that I did not know.  I was a bit groggy as I regained my senses, realizing that I was only in my boxers for some reason, with my hands cuffed behind my back.  

This was immediately concerning, as the last thing I did remember was being fully clothed having a late night drink at a local bar.  It dawned on me that perhaps I had been roofied, which seemed strange since I thought that pretty much only happened to women.  Why would anyone want to roofie an average 26 year old guy like me? 

As I took in my surroundings, it became apparent that I was in somebody’s basement.  It was finished, and I was lying on a carpeted floor.  There was a couch facing a big-screen TV, but that was pretty much it.  There were no windows; the only exit appeared to be a set of stairs that led to a door. 

With some difficulty due my hands being cuffed, I managed to climb to my feet.  I began walking towards the stairs when suddenly I heard the door unlock and it swung open. 

A man stepped into view and slowly began to walk down the stairs.  As he did, he said, “Good, you’re awake.”

“Where am I?”  I asked.  “And who are you?”

“My name is John,” he said.  “And you are in my basement, Kyle.”

“H-how do you know my name?” I asked.

“Oh, I know quite a lot about you, Kyle,” he said, reaching the bottom of the stairs.  “For instance, I know you live a life of solitude, with very little family or friends.  I know you are recently unemployed, fired for watching porn at work.”

“H-how do you know all that?”

John just smiled, and said, “I also know precisely what kind of porn you like to watch, and what that says about you as a person.  And you are exactly who I have been looking for.”

As I pondered what he could possibly have meant by that, I barely reacted as he quickly stepped past me and grabbed my handcuffs, he yanked on them and I fell backwards to the ground.  He was a fairly large man, and quite strong.  He dragged me back over to where I had woken up.  There was a carabiner attached to the wall, which he hooked into my cuffs and locked.  I was seated with my back against the wall, hands behind me.

“No one is going to be looking for you for quite some time, so you are going to be my guest,” said John.  He grabbed a remote off the couch and flipped on the TV, which was showing a compilation of hot women swallowing cum or taking huge loads on their faces.

“This is the stuff you like, isn’t it?” He asked with a smile.  “But you always picture yourself in the girl’s position don’t you?”

“What?  No way!” I said.

John just kept smiling, and said, “I’m just going to let you sit here and enjoy these videos for a while.”  He walked back upstairs and back through the door, closing it and locking it behind him. 

I had never been so confused.  I was now sitting in a dark basement, with my hands locked up behind me, with non-stop porn in front of me.  For a while, I did my best to simply not watch the video.  I tried to think of ways to get out of the situation, but I could barely move. 

After a couple hours, it became impossible to ignore the porn.  The volume was up pretty loud, and I kept hearing the satisfied moans of the women as they were covered in jizz, and the heavy breathing of the men as they came. 

I had started to feel myself become aroused just by the noises, and my own perverted curiosity finally got the better of me.  I looked at the TV and saw a hot blonde chick with big tits take a load all over her face.  Then a brunette took two loads in her mouth and swallowed it all.  I felt blood start flowing into my dick. 

After ten minutes of watching I was rock hard and desperately wanted to jack off, but I couldn’t.  After twently minutes, my dick was aching.  It felt like even the slightest touch would make me cum, but there was no way to get my hands from behind my back. 

Was this guy’s plan to just torture me with porn, and never let me cum?  Was he trying to punish me for some reason?  I still had no idea why I was even here, and why this John guy had chosen me.

After two hours I thought my balls were going to explode.  I kept hoping I would somehow just cum without any physical contact, but it never happened.  Yet, I could not stop myself from continuing to watch.  I was so entranced by all these hot girls taking cum all over their tits and faces, or in their mouths.  They just seemed to enjoy it so much…

Suddenly, the door opened and John came back down.  He had no pants on, and had an enormous erection.  His dick must have been at least 10 inches, and his large balls were swinging as he walked towards me.  He didn’t say a word; he just stepped in front of me, with his cock aimed towards my face and began stroking it.

“Hey, what the fuck?” I said.

He still said nothing, but jerked his dick faster and began breathing harder.  After only a few more seconds I felt his warm cum splash onto my face.  The first wave hit my cheek, and as the second wave went straight up the middle of my face I came in my boxers. 

My dick pulsed and I felt the warmth of my own cum as it soaked my underwear.  John continued to cover my face and some of his cum got in my mouth as I involuntarily moaned.  John continued jerking his dick, as a few more drops of cum fell onto my face. 

I couldn’t believe what had just happened, that I had cum without even touching myself all because a complete stranger had just jerked off onto my face. 

John stepped back, looking at me and smiling.  He said, “Facials suit you well; you look just like the girls in the video.”

The porn was still playing in the background, with yet another hot girl getting her own face covered by three guys.  While I was relieved to finally have cum, a wave of confusion and disgust hit me. 

I had regained my senses now that I had emptied my balls, and I was once again scared about the situation I was in.  This man was obviously sick and perverted, and he intended to use me for sexual purposes.  I was also scared because he had been absolutely right:  No one would be looking for me for quite some time, since no one was expecting me at work and I lived alone.

John looked down at my boxers and saw the large cum stain.  “Looks like you did want to be in the girl’s position after all.  How did it feel to get off from taking my load on your face?”  he asked, laughing.

I said nothing, feeling scared and ashamed.

“I have a house rule,” John said.  “As my guest, it would be rude for you to waste anything that I give you, and I just gave you a healthy dose of cum that I expect you to swallow.  I am going to uncuff one of your hands, which you will use to wipe all of my cum off your face and into your mouth.  I looked up at him incredulously, hoping he was not serious.  He was.

He uncuffed my right hand and looked at me expectantly.  I just stared at him, not moving.

“If you don’t do it, I won’t feed you, and you can just starve down here.  Do it, and I’ll bring you food and water.”

“Am I ever going to get out of here?” I asked him.

“If you cooperate with me, I will release you in due time.  If you want to leave, that is.”

My heart rose a little.  This guy was obviously a sick pervert, but he probably just wanted to play out his little scenarios until he got bored.  Then hopefully he would let me go.  At the end of the day, if I wanted to survive, I really had no choice. 

I raised my hand to my face, feeling the warm glaze he had covered me with.  I pushed a little off my cheek and into my mouth.  It did not taste bad at all, in fact, it was kind of sweet.  I pushed more and more, trying not to let any of it spill off the side of my face, until I had gotten it all.  I swallowed it all down, and was a little surprised to feel my dick twitch again.  Did that seriously just turn me on?

He re-cuffed my hand and said.  “You get a small break now, and I will bring you food in a little while.”  He turned off the TV and walked back upstairs, leaving me in the dark to my thoughts.

I did my best to process what had just happened.  I tried to tell myself that I had not gotten horny from swallowing his cum, and that I must have cum because my balls simply couldn’t handle that much porn.  They had been ready to ejaculate for a while, they had just happened to do so right when John had cum on my face.  It was all just coincidence, yes, that was it.

I sat in the dark for about an hour, wondering what was going to happen next.  I was surprised to find myself hoping that the TV would be back on soon.  I had started to grow accustomed to the sounds of moaning and the faces covered in warm jizz.

A little while later, the door clicked and John came back down with a bowl of pasta and a glass of water.  I set it down in front of me and uncuffed my hand again.  I was hungrier than I had thought and ate everything, then drained the glass of water.  I was so thirsty that I didn’t realized that there must have been a shot of vodka in there as well.  I was feeling a little tipsy when he came back down to grab the dishes and he turned the TV back on. 

The moaning and heavy breathing and cum-covered faces and tits were back.  I didn’t even try to resist this time, I wanted to watch.  My dick started getting hard again and I could feel it growing up against my cum-soaked boxers. 

Every time I watched a new girl get her face covered in cum, I couldn’t help but think about the feeling of having my own face jizzed on.  I started imagining myself in the place of all the girls I was watching, taking multiple big loads all over their faces.  I wished I could take their places so that I could cum again, as it seemed that that was what drove me over the edge. 

As I got hornier and hornier, I became less resistant to the idea that it had just been a coincidence, and that receiving a facial was actually what made me came.  I couldn’t believe it, but I actually started hoping John would come down and jack off all over me again so I could cum.

I had to wait for three hours before the door opened again.  Once again, I felt like my balls were going to explode.  I needed to get off so badly.  I saw that his cock was not erect as it had been before, but he still stepped right in front of me.

“I bet you want to cum again, don’t you?” He asked.

“Yes,” I said, quietly.

“Well, you’re going to have to earn it this time.  Open up,” he said.

It only took a second for it to dawn on me what he expected me to do.  My brain was telling me not to do it, but my dick was aching.  I needed to cum.  I opened my mouth.  He smiled and pushed his soft cock into my mouth. 

Even though it was not erect, it still filled up my mouth.  I ran my tongue around the bottom of his shaft as he pushed it deeper into my mouth. 

I felt it start to get hard in my mouth.  He began to move it back and forth, shoving it deeper on every thrust.  It was hitting the back of my throat, and I tried not to gag, but after a few thrusts, I couldn’t help it. 

My gagging didn’t stop him, he kept shoving it deeper.  I tried to relax my throat, giving him another inch, but I gagged again.  He pulled back again and then began to face-fuck me.  He held my head in place and pumped his dick in and out. 

After about a minute of this he shoved it back in deep.  Once again I tried to relax my throat and was able to take it a bit deeper before gagging again.  He went back to face-fucking me for another few minutes. 

Finally, he started moaning, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and began jerking it.  I felt my own cock swelling in anticipation.  As the first wave of cum went up my left cheek and all the way up to my forehead, my cock exploded once again. 

My dick pulsed over and over, creating an even larger stain in my boxers, all while my own face was being covered.

Once he finally stopped cumming, John said, “You know what to do now.”  He uncuffed my hand and I wiped all the cum into my mouth, swallowing it all down.  It felt strangely satisfying to do so this time.  He stuck his cock back in my mouth and I sucked out the remaining cum.

He was smiling down at me, and said, “I have just given you a gift.  As my guest, what do you say?”

He pulled his cock back out.  I looked up at him and said, “Thank you.”

“Good.  It would be rude not to say so.”

He stepped back and turned off the TV.  “You get another short break,” he said.  “And later I have some friends coming over.  I expect that you will take care of them as well, now that you know what is expected of you.”

He walked back upstairs and closed the door, leaving me to wonder how many of his friends I was expected to “take care of”.

To be continued….


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