Pvt. Klein - 02

20 Minutes Earlier

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The same group of local soldiers that visited Jameson had also paid a visit to one of his squadmate, Ryker. 

Ryker happened to be tasked with cleaning up an empty building that are being used for raid trainings. The building is full or rooms, with doors and windows, but with limited furniture. It was designed to take a lot of abuse, while providing realistic training environment for group raids. 

He was just tidying up all the furniture and props that were ransacked ready for the next training event. Since he was all by himself, so he didn't care about making too much noise moving some of the furniture, until he heard a couple of sets of footsteps and some whispering.

"Ha...Ha.. I can hear you guys, cut it out! Whatever you guys are scheming, don't even think about it. I want to be done early today, I have some studying I have to do" Ryker yelled out, thinking that they were the footsteps of his two friends. They always play pranks on him.

The footsteps and the whispering stopped. Ryker couldn't believe it worked. So he continued moving another large dining table then continued to the next room. But as he entered the next room, someone large bearhugged him from behind and took him down, slamming him face down on the floor. The bear hug really immobilized his upper body preventing him from using his arms much. Another set of hands grabbed his ankles and lower legs preventing him from kicking.

"Alright...alright!! I give up! Do whatever you want, just make it quick......" Ryker said, not really fighting what's happening too much!

"Shut the fuck up!" A voice ordered him. A voice that he didn't recognize. But whatever...

"Come on guys, I only had one room left....and I would be......mppph.....whmmp....mphh" Was all Ryker could say before a piece of cloth was shoved inside his mouth, tasting really dry and sucking up all his saliva, followed by the sound of duct tape being removed from the roll, then immediately wrapped around his head and moved 5-6 times. 

These guys are serious this time. He struggled against his captors a little bit, as they felt his arms being twisted behind his back, then having his wrists crossed together then expertly wrapped with rope. At the same time his booted feet are lashed together tightly and cinched between them. 

"umpphhf....mppphh...mmmhhpph..." Was all that came out from Ryker's mouth trying to say "good job guys", as he was trying to turn around to look at what he thought was his friends. But his movement was cut short as his shoulders were pushed back down, making him face completely down. They further pinned him down, while a bunch of hands were patting him down, taking away everything that he had on him. Wallet, phones, keys, bubble gums. They even took the coins he prepared for the little jukebox in the break room. 

Still facing down, his ankles were then grabbed and he was dragged on the floor face down. He was fighting to see his friends, until he saw a glimpse of a couple of the guys, and they were not his two buddies, they're wearing the uniforms of the local force they were training with before. Realizing something was not right, he starting struggling against his ropes, and moaned through his gag. It was to no avail, no way he could get out from those ropes tying his hands and ankles, and the tape gag was way too effective as well.

He was fighting as much as he could, until the captors dragged him and shoved him into a small room that was supposed to mimic a storage room. He immediately tried to turn around and face up against his captors trying to see who they were or what they're trying to do to him. 

They were definitely the locals soldiers from the previous training. What did they want? He thought to himself. Before they started closing the door leaving him in complete darkness.

"You stay here, bud! We'll be right back! don't do anything stupid!" One of the guys said. Then he heard the door being locked from the outside using his own keys probably. 

His survival instinct immediately kicked in, he tried screaming through his gag as loud as he could, but the cloth really muffled his screams, he tried working his jaw, but the cloth really preventing him to push the gag off or use his saliva. Knowing that screaming wouldn't do any good, he started trying to work the ropes tying his hands and feet. 

NOPE!! he thought, they wouldn't budge. The cinching really left no slack, he couldn't maneuver his limbs too much to get some leverage. The knots were completely out of reach! FUCK! FUCK FUCK! he thought. He's never felt so powerless and helpless before. Although he's not liking his predicament, the buried kink desires inside him was getting a little bit more excited. He's always been curious about bondage, and being a sub. He's asked his girlfriend to tie him up a few times when he's on leave, but she's either not too interested or did a terrible job that he could always get out in 5 seconds. 

But there he was, a strong, trained soldier, completely tied up hands and feet, thoroughly gagged, helpless and unable to defend himself with no chance of escaping, why couldn't his girlfriend tie him up like this? He thought.

"Focus Ryker!!!" This is real!" He told himself, there's no time to get hard, as he was noticing that he was getting a bit excited at his predicament and started to get an erection. 

He was trying to not think about it and focus on getting out, that's when he thought that the next best things was to make a loud noise by banging at the metal door. That would get his friends' attention. He started inching towards the door, and once he got close enough, he started banging against the door with his booted feet. It made loud noises. 

Perfect he thought, they would definitely hear that.......

to be continued.......