Date: Sun, 6 Dec 2009 23:16:21 -0500
From: E T <ett12345@gmail.com>
Subject: Kidnapped and Caged Part 1

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...