KIDNAPPED BY RUGBY PLAYERS
by Alan Brooks

“No way! I’m not getting in a car with him. He’s too pissed to drive. I’d rather walk!”

“Fine!” Shouted the driver of the car.

The car sped off, leaving Alan standing in the pouring rain outside their local pub. It was past eleven so it was shut. He and a few friends had been out for a few drinks. He hadn’t drunk too much, well, not as much as the others and it wasn’t far to walk, less than a mile. Alan is 18, with a firm body, although not strong. He had striking blue eyes and short blond hair, of which he is very proud of. The roads were deserted and poorly lit. Alan had forgotten his jacket so began to shiver. He started to run when a minibus overtook him, spraying water all over him.

“Bastards!” he shouted.

Suddenly the minibus screeched to a halt. Two stocky rugby players got out and started walking towards Alan. They both looked very strong and not the sort of person you would like to mess with. “What did you just call us?” one of them asked. Alan began to worry and started backing off, before falling backwards over the curb. The rugby players quickly grabbed him before he could get up.  They dragged him to his feet and one of them punched him in the groin. Alan let out a huge groan and doubled over.

“Stop!” shouted a third rugby player, leaning out of the minibus. “We could have some fun with him.”

“Yeah, come on, drag him into the minibus and we can take him to the play room.”

Alan was growing even more scared and didn’t like the sound of this ‘playroom’. He tried to get away but he wasn’t strong enough to overcome these two huge rugby players. After a short struggle, he was in the minibus and a leather hood was quickly put onto his head and tied tightly. Although he refused to admit it, even to himself, Alan was gay. He realised that these rugby players must be gay and was really turned on by these three horny rugby players and tried to hide his erection.

Then one of them noticed. “What have we here then?” he asked, reaching down Alan’s trousers. Alan gasped. “I think we’ve got a gay one, Matt.”

“Even better!” Tie his hands behind his back so he can’t toss himself off and then both of you get changed while I’m driving so we can start having fun as soon as we arrive,” instructed Matt.

Alan’s fear was getting worse every second, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit excited. He had always fantasised about being kidnapped and abused, but now it was happening, he wasn’t too sure. He wondered what they were getting changed into. They had been wearing tracksuits when they abducted him, so he hoped they would be changing into their rugby kit. It took less than five minutes to reach the ‘playroom’. Alan was dragged out of the minibus and was suddenly thrown against a brick wall, and then kneed in the balls. “Aaaargh!” he screamed.

“Shut up! Or else you’ll get more of that!” warned Matt. “Now do everything we say and we won’t hurt you. Follow me.”

Alan followed him obediently, still with the hood on and with his hands tied behind his back. After a few metres he was instructed to stop. The hood was taken off his head. He was in a pitch black room. He heard a door lock behind him, then his hands were untied. A light was switched on and Alan could finally see his abductors. Two of them were wearing full matching rugby kit, with boots and shin pads.   Their blue and yellow rugby shirt matched their extremely short, silky blue shorts. The third abductor was wearing a silky red tracksuit. They all had shaven heads and no facial hair. Two of them were a lot bigger and a lot stronger than Alan. The third was slightly smaller than the 5”10 Alan, although he was also much stronger. Alan could smell the distinct smell of recently worn sports kit. The grass and sweaty smell made Alan’s cock jump further. He presumed that they had been travelling back from a game when he was kidnapped. He realised that there was no chance of escape, and decided to accept his fate.

“Now strip,” ordered one of the kidnappers. Alan reluctantly began to strip, starting with his shirt. He hesitated when he reached his boxers. The bulge was already too big to hide, but Alan had never stripped in front of other men before. “Those as well,” instructed Matt. Alan slowly began taking his boxers off. Matt slapped him round the face. “Hurry up! We haven’t got all night!”

Alan quickly took the boxers from round the bottoms of his legs. The three rugby players started eyeing him up. “Nice body!” said one. “Good sized cock too!” Alan was then dragged through another door into a poorly lit, larger room, which he presumed was the playroom. There were a number of bondage chairs and slings around the room. He was thrown face down onto a leather-padded bondage table. There was a small gap where his cock and balls dangled. His head was strapped down so that he was facing forwards, while the rest of his body was strapped tightly to the table by leather restraints. Alan was blindfolded again and a ball gag was shoved into his mouth. “This is where the fun starts!” explained Matt. Suddenly Alan was spanked hard on his arse, by what he expected was a wooden bat. Alan tried to let out a scream but the gag was doing its job. The spanking continued for another ten minutes, until his arse became red-raw. Another hood was put over Alan’s head to prevent him from hearing what they were saying. Nothing happened for what felt to Alan like an hour. He had begun to relax when the spanking started again, with something else, but Alan was unsure what it was. Whatever it was, it hurt like hell!

They had started to use one of their rugby boots with metal studs. The arse was getting redder and redder. After five minutes of this they stopped. The hood and ball gag were removed, but the blindfold was left on.

“Please let me go! I’m sorry for calling you bastards, just let me go!” pleaded Alan. “You’ve already caused me enough pain.”

“That was just a taster of what’s gonna happen. We hardly even started!” Explained Matt, who then burst out laughing.

“What are you gonna do to me?” Asked Alan.

“You’re gonna have to wait and see,” Said another of the rugby players. The ball gag was shoved back into Alan’s mouth. They waited for his erection to go down and then started to tickle his balls. The erection shot back and Alan started squirming, but to no avail. This only made the tickling more intense. When it got to the point when Alan was about to cum, they stopped. Alan let out an enormous groan of disappointment.

The abductors were still not satisfied, and decided to humiliate Alan. They tightened Alan’s restraints so that he could not move an inch. His head straps were removed and his legs were move wider apart and strapped down again. Alan then heard a faint humming noise. Suddenly he felt something on his balls. An electric razor! Alan tried to pull away but he was strapped down too tightly. After a few minutes of fighting the straps, Alan gave up. He was completely helpless. They finished shaving his balls and stopped for a few minutes. Alan relaxed again, but then heard the humming again. This time they were shaving his arse! His arse was still painful from the spanking and moving caused him great pain. After shaving his arse they moved to his head. His beloved blond hair was next to go. One of them held his head down while another of the rugby players shaved it all off. Alan felt completely humiliated. Thank god nobody will see my arse or balls.

Alan’s head was then strapped down again. He could hear rustling but wasn’t sure what it was. The gag was removed, and before he had time to close his mouth, a sweat-filled jockstrap was shoved in. Alan began to wretch as it was shoved further into his mouth. A peg was put on his nose to force him to breathe through the jockstrap. The sweat was filling his mouth and he was forced to swallow it. Alan had been left to soak up all the sweat from the jockstrap while the rugby players went for a rest. To make things worse, Alan needed a piss badly. He didn’t know how long they were going to be and he didn’t think he could hold it in any longer. After twenty minutes of holding it in, Alan had to let go. His piss splattered all over the floor, and Alan was helpless to do anything about it.

Around half an hour later, the three kidnappers returned. “What the fuck is this?” asked one, referring to the puddle of piss lying underneath the table.

“Looks like someone couldn’t control themselves,” replied another. “We’re gonna have to teach him a lesson for this! Remove the jockstrap and the blindfold. I’m sure he’ll love to watch this bit!”

Alan was growing more and more fearful of the three rugby players. The jockstrap was removed from his mouth and he gasped for air. “What are you going to do?”

“Open your mouth wide,” instructed Matt. “Each of us in turn is going to use you as a toilet. If one drop of piss lands on the floor, then it’s gonna be our cum your swallowing as well. Now open you mouth.”

Alan’s mouth remained tightly shut. Another of the kidnappers grabbed his balls and gave them a short squeeze. “If you don’t open wide your balls are gonna be crushed til they fall off!” Alan’s mouth opened slightly. As soon as he did this, a toy was forced into it to keep it wide open. Now there was nothing Alan could do except wait for the piss to start flowing. Matt was the first to go. He first sprayed piss into Alan’s eyes before letting it pour into Alan’s mouth. Alan wretched at first but began gulping it down as fast as he could to stop anymore hitting the floor. Alan could not believe he was doing this, but the thought of having to drink their cum as well made him feel sick. Matt had obviously been saving up for this moment, as it went on for what seemed to Alan like forever. His piss finally stopped flowing. Alan had only just caught his breath before he had to start swallowing piss again. This time, both the other rugby players were pissing into his mouth at the same time. This was too much for Alan to handle. He gulped it down as fast as he could but lots still poured onto the floor.

When they had finished, and Alan had finally caught his breath, Matt came and inspected the floor. “It doesn’t look good for you. Have you still got space for three lots of cum?”

Alan tried to appeal for them not to, but the toy in his mouth prevented him from speaking. Before they forced him to suck each of their cocks in turn, the rugby players decided to have a bit more fun with Alan. They untied him and removed the mouth toy. A collar was put round his neck and a lead attached to it. They began treating him like a dog, and ordered him onto his hands and knees, then forced him to suck each of their balls through the silky nylon shorts. All three kidnappers then put their rugby boots on and forced him to lick them clean. They were all pretty muddy from their match today, and Alan was forced to lick the leather and the studs clean. He spat some mud out of his mouth.

“Oh no you don’t!” laughed Matt. “A little bit of mud and grass won’t ruin your appetite for our cum! You can start by licking that up of the floor!”

Alan could not believe what he was being forced to do! He obeyed, as he knew what would happen if he didn’t. Nevertheless, Alan was getting horny again. One of them noticed and started rubbing their boot over Alan’s cock and balls. Alan reached a hand down to start tossing himself off. It was quickly kicked away. “This is for our pleasure not yours!”

When the boot cleaning was finished, Alan was strapped back onto the table, in the same position. He was positioned at a perfect height for them to fuck his head.

“Now don’t do anything stupid! Remember who is in control here. If you do a good job, we might even let you go,” explained Matt.

Alan nodded, and then Matt shoved his cock into Alan’s mouth and Alan began to suck. Matt finally came and the cum hit the back of Alan’s throat. Alan was desperate to spit it out, but remembered the promise of being let go. He successfully swallowed all the cum of the second rugby player, but the third decided to pull out at the last second and squirt cum all over Alan’s face. This was even more humiliation for Alan. He was ordered not to wipe any of it of, or else he would receive some more ‘punishment’. He was untied from the table and led out of the room. He was instructed to put his clothes back on, but reminded to leave the cum on his face.

“We’re gonna dump you in town. If you tell anybody about what happened tonight we will come and find you. We’ve had a look through your wallet, and we know where you live. If this gets out then will abduct you again, but next time there’s no guarantee that we’ll let you go. So you have been warned!”

By Alan Brooks. Comments welcome. If you want to re-enact this story on me, then email me at footie_lad@hotmail.com

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