Kidnapped and Caged by Eks Copyright 2009 Eks ett12345@gmail.com All rights reserved.
Disclaimer
If you are under the age of majority for the area you live in, offended by gay sex or if stories depecting gay sex are illegal where you live please stop reading now.
The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to characters or events depicted below is merely coincidential. Safe sex is not used in these stories considering the circumstances. However, remember that the author controls the story here and that is not the case in real life where too many things can go wrong for you not to do it safely.
Any comments are welcomed. ett12345@gmail.com, I have only written a gay sex story once before many years ago and am restarting now so please help me get better !
Chapter I : The dark alley
My flatmate and I were coming back from a late night at the bistro. Our gang of friends closed the place on thursdays since it was always empty, and we usually bar hopped somewhere else for the rest of the evening. Tonight we weren't feeling much like partying so we only closed the place and headed back home. Only problem is that we were drunk as hell and couldn't find a cab that night so we took the bus. The closest bus stop to our place is about 20 minutes walk away.
It was raining cats and dogs as it usually does around this time of year, and it was starting to get a bit cold. It was about 3 AM and I was the only one with an umbrella. My flatmate is straight, and knows I'm gay and has always accepted it, but he sometimes seemed reluctant to get "too close" if you get my drift. Considering the weather, he decided to go over his reluctance and we squeezed under the umbrella and started walking a bit crookedly along the street. When it rains it pours, and the sound the water russling down from the sky was making us want to pee. Luckily, our neighborhood is full of alleys, its one of the last areas in the city where there are any left. It was only a matter of time before we crossed the entrance to a dark alleyway. Now, I know what you are thinking, its pretty stupid of us to go into a dark alley at 3 AM, but we wanted to pee and we weren't going to do it out in the open.
There was a small awning looming over a barred window. What luck, at least one of us wouldn't have to hold the umbrella while the other peed under it. I told my flatmate, Alex, to go on ahead first and I stood behind him a few feet away. He was wearing a black hoodie over his tight black and white shirt and a pair of jeans. I could see his hot behind as he went on ahead. I always had had the hots for him ever since I first met him and never had the nerve to tell him about it, but I still enjoyed the looks from time to time when he wasn't noticing. The rain was dribbling faster and harder now, and I was getting impatient. He finished, and we switched positions. He got under the umbrella and I got under the awning to pee.
I felt so relieved as the hot liquid left my penis. You know the feeling when you're somewhat drunk and have been holding for what seems like an eternity. The hot stream soon quelled and I zipped my jeans.
"Alright, I'm ready to go ! Let's hurry, this place is getting wet." Yeah, that's me, always the bad word plays and jokes. I laughed mentally at it and turned around to leave. Only problem was Alex wasn't there anymore.
"Real funny drunkard, come back!" No answer.
I looked around abit, staying dry under the awning. I couldn't see where he might have hidden so fast with an umbrella over his head. I left the awning and looked around a bit more. There was a garbage bin on the other side of the alley and I was starting to get really wet. I figured he was probably just hiding behind the bin and headed to check. When I arrived, there it was... the umbrella, open and wobbling under the wind with no master. I started getting worried. Alex was the kind of guy to make stupid jokes too, especially when he was drunk, but I doubted he would get himself wet just for the sake of it. I'm the kind of guy who worries for nothing, so this was getting on my nerves.
"Alex?" I really was getting nervous here. I picked up the umbrella and protected myself from the rain. Then I had this nagging feeling as if someone was behind me. I smiled. "Ha ha, really funny Alex. I heard you. You know what? I think I wont let you get under here for the rest of the walk." I smirked, and turned around... It wasn't Alex.
The man was average built, about 6 feet tall. I never got a look at his face since he was wearing a hood. "I dont want under it." He said calmly. I noticed he had a gun. I gulped and dropped the umbrella. It started wobbling in the wind... "Keep quiet, and you wont be killed. Just put your hands up." I obeyed, nothing much else I could do, but my thoughts went straight to Alex. Where was he? Was he dead? He couldn't be or I would have heard the gun shot.
I stayed like this a few minutes, I think. My hair was drenched and I was shivering from the cold. He just stood there with his gun pointed at me. It was feeling like an eternity. Then he spoke again. He was looking at me, but not talking to me at all. "Took you long enough."
"Yeah, sorry about that. Had to make some space for the second one, we weren't expecting two tonight." answered another voice behind me. "Alright, let's get this over with and call it a night." A hand wrapped around a handkerchief was put over my nose and mouth. I started feeling dizzy and sleepy, then I blacked out.
Chapter II : The Awakening
I have never remembered having a hangover like the moment I woke up that day. I say day, but I never actually know wether it was the day or the night. It was dark, there was only a small spotlight in the distance and I could barely see around me. My whole body was aching, I was cold and moving hurt as if I had gone weightlifting the night before. It took a few minutes to get my senses back. That's when I realised I was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers !
I felt my body with my hands. My nipples were hard from the cold, and I was covered with goosebumps. I ran my fingers along the elastic band of my boxers and felt the fabric over my cock. My mind raced back to the man with the hood and his gun. Had those guys kidnapped me... and taken my clothes ?
Alex ! Was he here too? The other guy behind me said they weren't expecting two tonight... were we the two? I looked around, my eyes were getting used to the little light we had. I saw a figure laying near me. It seemed to be Alex's shape, but I had to make sure. I tried getting up, but as got halfway, I hit my head on something made of metal. I felt it and realised the ceiling was really low. I crawled over to the shape's head. It was Alex. I would never forget his dreamy face, his brown hair had dried.
He was only wearing his boxers also. Tight black boxers that let little to the imagination. His nipples were as hard as mine. We were both really cold, and I was tempted to just lay there near him to warm him up, but something was holding me back. I decided to wake him up. I shook him and his brown eyes opened. He was probably feeling as bad as I was, but he got up and blinked a few times. He looked at me, then felt himself with his hands, then looked at me again, clueless.
"What the--?"
I shrugged at his question. I had no answer. More spotlights started turning themselves on. Someone probably knew we were awake and wanted us to see what was going on.
Alex and I must have gotten the same feeling out of this. We were screwed. As the lights got brighter and brighter, I realised why the ceiling was low. It was the top of a well wrought steel cage ! The bars that I hadn't noticed at first were surrounding us. It was about 3 or 4 meters square. There were 2 cushions on the far left side. Alex had been laying on the far left, and I was in between. The fact we hadn't touched was mere coincidence I suppose. The bars were about 5 centimeters apart from one another and there was a tap for water between two of them.
I crawled near the edge of the cage and took the bars and shook. Nothing budged. "What's going? Who's doing this? Show yourselves!" Alex was going nuts. I was usually pretty submissive, and this was intimidating, but Alex always was a struggler and he wasn't ready to budge. The lights were getting so bright that we could barely see now. My head hurt like mad from the hangover and the excessive light, I figure it must have been Alex's case also.
As it turns out, we got no answer to Alex's questions for a while. The lights stayed on for quite some time. I can't really tell how long, but it was long enough for us to try to sleep a few times and not be able to. The light was too strong and keeping us awake. we managed only catnaps from time to time. There was air conditionning also. We only wore boxers and it was always cold. We did what we could to not pee and shit, but when we had to, we tried to do it outside the cage.
Luckily there was a tap of water and a small bar of soap. The smell of our "natural trash" outside the cage was still getting to us though and we tried to stay as far away from it as possible. Considering the size of the cage, that meant that Alex and I often wound up really close to each other. As far as I was concerned, that was the most agreeable part of our detention. We still didn't know who was doing this and what was going on.
I'm 26, about 5 feet 11 inches tall. Brown hair and brown eyes. I used to play hockey once a week and I work out a bit. Basically I'm relatively defined, not tanned, no beerbelly (luckily !). Being a bit older, I've passed my phase where I'm horny all the time, and I was surprised that being close to an almost naked Alex didn't affect me as much. It was fine, I suppose, since if I had been hard, I'd have seemed a bit sick considering the situation.
Alex on the other hand was 20, my flatmate from university had been a soccer player since he was six. With a light tan, a really hot sixpack. He had defined muscles, but wasn't big. He was just the right size. His tight black boxers, or what were left of them considering we'd been wearing the same underwear, and only underwear, for the last few days at least, hid little of his big cock and balls. He was smooth all over, like me, but he was all natural (I waxed). The fact he hadn't shaved in a few days made him look even hotter.
The fact he hadn't had sex in a few days made him really edgy, or maybe that was the lack of sleep ?
The first week : getting used to the light
For I think what lasted a week, the lights were on at full capacity. We tried sleeping but barely could, and this took its toll on us. We were brought food from time to time at what seemed irregular intervals. Without a clock it was hard to tell. The first time they came to give us food, 2 hooded guys wearing nothing but their hoods and black leather collars, we tried to get answers. None of them even talked or made a sound. They left as if we had never said anything and only came back to bring us food again later and take away the empty bowls.
The bowls were tiny so they could fit inside the cage. We tried provoking them by not giving them back, but they simply left with the full ones and we got hungry.
After a week, we were getting cranky from lack of sleep and everything was getting confusing. Close to the last day, I think, Alex was getting really horny also. It didn't show but I knew he and his girl friend had had sex 2 days before we went to the bar since she hadn't come to our flat since then. That meant it had at least been 9 days since he last had even jacked off ! I remember at that age that was a really long time... still manageable though.
Our boxers were starting to get holes in them. Mine weren't so bad, but Alex's were already stretched thin, so his were starting to tear more, and I could see some of his pubes under the fabric, and that hot cock was getting easier to see all the time.
Chapter III : The second week : dark sex
They closed the lights ! We haven't been able to see anything for a while now. At first we were really happy and went to sleep emmediately. We must have slept pretty hard because when we woke up we noticed an addition that we hadn't felt during our nap. Our necks were feeling a bit stiff. When I felt around my neck with my hands, I could feel when I already had guessed had been installed : a leather collar. A dog collar, just like the ones the guys bringing us food had. The only difference was that there was a chain attatched to ours.
Alex and I quickly noticed our collars were linked together by a chain that was about 40 centimeters long. We couldn't get very far away from each other, not that we did before, but now we were forced to stay so close that we had to touch almost all the time. We couldn't see anything, so moving around the cage was pretty hard. We slept alot better that week, but a whole 7 days with seeing nothing makes it much harder to do anything.
That's when it happened. Alex was about 13 days into his forced abstinence. It was taking its toll and I found myself brushing up against his cock by mistake. It was hard as a rock ! I felt myself getting semi hard just thinking about his long cock so close to me, and yet so far ! I tried moving around to get comfortable. We both were laying on our backs side by side and we tried to put our arms where so we wouldn't touch what we shouldn't.
I felt so confused, and Alex must have felt it too. We talked less and less over time and now we were side by side, cold and horny. I wanted to kiss him, but I just couldn't. The fact he was straight was holding me back. I couldn't take advantage of the situation...
That's a problem he didn't have. I heard him whisper in my ear "sorry".
That time, there were no preliminaries. I heard the cotton of his boxers being ripped, and soon his hands feeling their way to the elastic band of my own boxers. He pulled and ripped them apart as if they had just been paper !
I felt his hard 8 inch cock awkwardly ram up my ass. He was over me and fucking me like there was no tomorrow.
I wasn't used to being fucked like this, and it hurt at first, but as time went on and he kept on pushing back and forth, hitting my prostate, I couldn't help but feel this was the best fuck I'd ever had !
He started slowing his thrusts down. Then I felt his lips kissing my throat. His kisses slowly got closer and closer to my mouth. I gave no resistance as his tongue slipped between my lips and went deep into my mouth. My tongued played with his and he started pumping into me harder again.
My cock was so hard it was hurting. I knew I was going to cum pretty quick since I hadn't unloaded in a while. Alex was going to unload even faster. He was pumping very hard now and his breathing was getting hard. He was sweating despite the cold air and felt him getting more and more into it. For someone who had been straight as an arrow just the week before, he was very good !
I moaned with pleasiure, and he started moaning too. His pumps were getting faster and out of control. I started pumping my cock a bit. I over estimated myself. It only took a few seconds for me to cum. I cried hard with pleasiure as I jizzed all over my chest. The orgasm was like nothing I ever had. I felt relieved, my arms lumped down on the sides of my body as the plowing continued. Alex lasted a good minute longer than I did.
He finally moaned in pleasiure and came right in me ! Not even bothering to pull out. He didn't care at all. He came and his cock stayed in me as he simple slumped over my chest, tired. He hit my cum drenched chest gently. I felt his warm body on top of mine and simple held up my arms and wrapped them around his body. I kissed him on the lips.
As the extacy of the moment passed. The lights came on again. After our eyes stopped hurting, Alex and I gazed into each other's brown eyes. He was so handsome. Even if we were stuck in here, I was glad to be with him. We were still stuck though, and even though, but our urge to escape had now somehow subsided.
To be continued...