Cell Phone Hostage - 06

Michael is really in a pickle some people would say. One minute he was performing his covert mission, and the next minute he was somehow separated from his unit and suddenly surrounded, outnumbered and outpowered. Now he's really a prisoner, unable to defend himself and at the mercy of his captors. He had to let himself be searched and disarmed at gunpoint. All of his gear that was supposed to protect himself and for him to perform his mission efficient was taken away from him. Then he was searched, and all of his pockets were emptied, and his personal items were taken from him including his wallet and cellphone. He literally was left with nothing on him other than his clothing. Pants, belt, underwear, undershirt socks and boots. Oh, and he let him keep his dogtag. 

In just the matter of 6 minutes or so, Michael was reduced from a deadly well equipped soldier to just a guy in a Marine uniform. His hands were ziptied behind his back, then a thick hood was placed over his head. He was then roughly loaded in to a vehicle and driven away. He tried to struggle against his captors a bit and tried to reason with them, but knowing that he had no chance but to still show some resistance that he still had some fight in him and will not go down so easily. 

After what seemed to be an eternity being bundled up between his captors, and a rough ride, the vehicle finally stopped, and he was yanked out of the vehicle, and rushed into what felt to be a building of some sort. Once he was inside the building he was forced to be seated on a metal chair, then what felt to be a few sets of hands started manhandling his body. A set of hands felt to be holding him down although he wasn't really showing too much resistance, more hands were just patting him down, and feeling up every inch of his body. He thought they must have been trying to search him and these were new group of people, not knowing that the previous group had already searched every inch of his body. 

He complained...."I got nothing on me! They searched......." before one of his captors hit him in the head telling him to shut up. 

He let himself be searched after that hit cause a ringing sound in his left ear. Some of the searching hands felt a bit intrusive and personal, when they unnecessarily squeezed and felt in places where obviously there's no place to hide anything. The hands were feeling up his pecs, his stomach and every part of his legs, then they spent way too much time around his crotch, feeling up, repositioning his dick and balls in so many different ways to make sure that he's nothing hiding anything else around there. He felt so violated, but nothing he could do about it being a prisoner.

Only after they're satisfied, they started expertly and systematically tying him body to the metal chair with some rough ropes. Started with his hands after cutting the ziptie that previously bound his hands, then more and more rope were added to this upper body pretty much gluing his upper body to the chair. Then his legs were spread on either side of the chair and his feet brought up to the back rungs of the chair. More ropes then were added to secure his lower body, legs, and ankles to the bottom half of the chair, they even added some ropes tying the tip of his boots to the back legs of the chair. 

A hand then patted him on his pecs signaling that theyr'e done. He struggle against his bonds a bit, but oh man he really couldn't move much at all, the ropes were doing a pretty good job detaining his muscular body to the chair. It was really a humbling feeling to be that helpless. He really couldn't struggle much other than a few squirms here and there, but then the ropes really had no give and really digging into his body and starting to hurt, preventing his desire to want to squirm continuously. 

After a few minutes, Michael accepted his predicament just right before the hood was lifted of his head. After more than an hour in almost completely darkness, the sudden exposure to the light was blinding, he had to squint. Took him a few seconds to be able to adjust to the light, before he started scanning the room, it looked like the living room of an abandoned house. There we like 5-6 guys in masks in the room with him all staring at him. 

"You will not get anything out of me. Capturing me will get you nothing!" Michael said trying to look tough, addressing the guy in front of him with his arms crossed.

The guys kinda laughed through his mask, then went to a broken dresser behind him, pulling out a drawer and pulled out an old t-shirt. He then started ripping a long piece of fabric from the t-shirt. Then he pulled out a cell phone that looked like his phone, then he placed the screen facing Michael, immediately unlocking his phone with his Face ID. Michael was concerned.

"We will be the judge of that!........Michael!" He said after grabbing his dogtag and reading it out loud. "I don't really need to do this, we're in the middle of nowhere, nobody is within 30 miles radius from here. But I just don't want to deal with your whining and begging. Toss me that tape" He then ordered another guy to toss him a roll of tape. 

"Open his fucking mouth" he then said. Immediately two guys held his head still, and squeezed his cheeks trying to force him to open his mouth. Cloth and tape, Michael knew what's gonna happen, but he's not gonna let them gag him too easily. He held his mouth closed.

"You're just delaying the inevitable"  the guy mocked him as he squeezed Michael's cock and balls. Just because he didn't expect the guy to do that do him, he screamed in a combination of shock and pain.

The fabric that was torn earlier then slowly being shoved into his mouth, deep, filling his entire mouth cavity slowly. There was nothing he could do, with his body completely restrained and his head being held still by two guys, he really could only take it like a Marine he was. It really felt like it was too much and he was about to gag, but the guy managed to keep on stuffing more fabric into his mouth, until all of it was inside his mouth, packing his mouth almost solid and immediately sucking all of the moisture out of his mouth, which in return started expanding and filling his mouth even more. Satisfied with the stuffing, he then wrapped the duct tape around Michael's mouth and head more than 10 times, yanking and pulling it tight every time. Then he ripped the tape from the roll, then patted down the remaining loose tape against his head. 

The two guys let go of his head, then the guy that was taping his mouth then bend down in front of him, then grabbed Michael's lower face, then smoothed out the tape wrapping making sure it's tight and even!

"That's more like it! That'll keep you fucking quiet, no more complaints from Michael" Followed by light giggle and smirks from everyone in the room.

"Mpppfffhhs" was all the sound that Michael could make, which came out only like a very light sigh with all the cloth muffling almost all of the sound Michael's was trying to make. 

"Now won't we take a few proof selfies" he said as he moved behind Michael, and put his hand over his gagged mouth and forcing his head to look towards the camera.

A few pictures were taken, following by a few more light grunt from Michael. 

"So let's see, who can we send this too?" The guy mockingly said.

Michael panicked thinking about all the contacts he had in there, and all of his messages with Hans.

"Oh my!! Looks like you've been getting very personal with Hans here. Nice muscles you have, and wow, that's a very hard, and turned on cock you have. Hans must be very special. I can't wait to  get acquainted with that dick and body of yours"

Before Michael was trying to be strong, but with with that last sentence, he just felt that his ego and courage just got a few sizes smaller, completely terrified of what the captor meant by that.

The captor continued typing on his phone, waiting a few times seemingly to be  in some type of a conversation.  "A proof?" he said "Hans is asking for a proof". The guy then thought for a few seconds, then started lifting Michael's shirt, looking for something. He stopped at his left side, and continued lifting his shirt even more tucking in the shirt under the ropes binding his upper body. 

"That looks like a proof to me" He said as he snapped a few pictures of the tattoo on his left side saying "NEVER SURRENDER"

"How ironic, NEVER SURRENDER haha. I guess you didn't technically surrender. We completely ambushed you giving you no chance to even surrender.