Zane was breathing heavily through his nose; he realized his
mouth was covered with duct tape.
Instinctively he parted his teeth and lips as much as he was able, and
began working the moisture of his saliva into the adhesive, to loosen it. As he glanced down, he saw duct tape
similarly binding his ankles, and his shirt was pulled up around his
midsection. His hip holster was
empty. Returning his gaze to his
bound wrists, he saw that they were cuffed together, and secured to a piece of
the heavy machinery. His sleeves
had been pushed up, the sheaths empty.
Damn, Wes was certainly thorough.
Zane had a dim memory of other men helping, but could really only recall
boots and a tugging on his arms.
He rested his head back to the hard concrete floor to wait; only his
tongue moving as he tried to work under the duct tape covering his mouth.
Ty sighed, frustrated as he herded his men back into the
van. They had all gotten laid, at
least the ones who wanted to, including Ty who had to put on a show of
camaraderie with him men. They
hooted and hollered when their Staff Sargeant came bouncing down the stairs
afterwards. He shrugged it off,
returning to the dartboard and ordering a final round of pitchers. As the van started up, he checked his
phone for any messages from Zane.
Nothing. He sent off
another text to Zane and Wes to inquire as to what they had seen. Obviously nothing suspicious, since all
his Marines were present and accounted for. He figured he may as well just enjoy the buzz of a belly
full of beer and a set of empty balls.
That would take some explaining to Zane; he knew he wouldn’t, or
couldn’t, keep that from his partner.
He had worn a condom, more for his own protection from catching
something than anything else. He
wondered idly if that constituted cheating, since it was part of an assignment,
as he headed onto the highway back to base.
Nick was struggling.
Gagged and his arms cuffed behind him, he couldn’t do much from the
waist up, but his legs were free and he got a couple good kicks in before they
tackled him to the bed face down, two men on each of his legs and another
practically sitting on his back, crushing his cuffed hands to his lower back
painfully. He felt strong rough
hands part his buttocks and forcibly insert something into his hole. Nick had messed around enough to know
it was a plug. Lubed, but still a
big enough plug for its entry to hurt like hell. He called out through his gag, but the insistent pressure
was unrelenting until the wide part passed through his stretched sphincter and
the plug settled into position.
Straps were brought up under his butt cheeks and around to his
sides. He was rolled over, his
legs still spread. He looked down
his flat tight belly to where his cock and balls were fully exposed. His last memory had been the doc seeing
to his injuries in the brig, after the fight with Grady. He moaned and lay his head back,
relaxing his body, when he saw what his captors were bringing over next. He didn’t resist as a chastity device
was locked onto his cock and balls, only grunting as his big testicles were
forced into the device, and his cockhead aimed at the tip so he could
piss. Nick took the opportunity to
look around the room as the straps from under his ass were brought around and
buckled to the chastity device, to keep everything in place.
Nick tensed, and a cold sheen of sweat broke out on him as
he surveyed the room. SHIT! There were a dozen spartan metal
bedrames like the one he was forcibly being held down upon; each contained a
fit man, most of them younger, but all obviously military, all stripped naked
and bound up like Nick. Only
difference was their wrists and feet were shackled to the bedframe. Nick groaned as his feet were similarly
secured, then he was forced into a sitting position for his cuffs to be removed
and reattached with his arms overhead.
He had fallen prey to the exact kidnapping ring that Wes, Ty and Zane
had been brought in to bust. Where
the fuck were those guys? Nick
knew in an instant that the kidnappers had inside help. No way could be have been transported
off a US military base without help.
He just hoped that the FBI and DEA agents were on the trail. Not so much for himself, but for the
young men in the room, staring at him with wide eyes. A couple of them he recognized as men he had trained over
the last few months who had gone missing.
The shock at seeing their Staff Sargeant taken and subjected to the same
treatment was visible on their faces.
Once his arms and legs were shackled to the bed, the men who had brought
him in turned and left, bolting the metal door behind them. The room was concrete block, with bars
on the small windows placed high on the far wall. There was nothing to do but wait; the prisoners couldn’t
even talk to each other.
