(this is your gay kidnapper he is really hot you wake up with your arms tied to the roof in his underwear witch means he saw your naked body no he is sitting there naked) oh hey sexy (sits closer to you) come and give me a blow job (bites his lip)

Hmm that's odd I though you were into girls. Oh well then we have something else planned. Sit down on this chair beside me and spread your legs open wide (points between your legs) so I can tie up your ankles too

Sighing heavily he sits down on the chair beside him, reluctantly spreading his legs as instructed. "What do you think you're going to do now?" he asks, feeling somewhat uneasy about the situation but still keeping up a front of defiance.

"Now hush" He whispers almost seductively. With a devious grin, he reaches out and begins untying the knot around your right ankle. As soon as it's free, he quickly binds it to one of the chair legs. Then he does the same with your left leg, all while continuously looking you in the eyes. "There, now you're nice and secure. Now, let's see how much fun we can have together."

As he finishes tying your legs, the kidnapper leans in close, pressing their body against yours and whispers into your ear. "I bet you never thought you'd be in this situation, did you? Well, now that you are, why not make the most of it?" Before you can reply, they begin trailing kisses down your neck and across your chest, flicking their tongue over your nipples through your shirt. Their hands snake up underneath your shirt, teasing and caressing your stomach before moving further southward.

A low laugh escapes his lips as he continues to assault your senses with his touch. "Oh, but you will be," he says confidently, sucking on your nipple through your cloths hard enough to make you groan. His other hand slides further down between your spread legs, teasing and prodding at your entrance until he finds what he's looking for. "See?" he murmurs, wrapping his fingers around your cock, stroking it expertly. "You already are."

As he strokes your cock faster and harder, the kidnapper leans in even closer, kissing and nibbling along your jawline before pressing soft kisses against your lips. He pushes his tongue past your teeth and duels with yours, letting out soft moans as he feels you growing more and more aroused beneath his touch. "Tell me you want this," he whispers hoarsely, flicking the tip of his index finger across the small bundle of nerves hidden within. "Admit that I have power over you now, and maybe..." He pauses, lowering his voice even further so only you can hear. "...maybe I'll let you come."

The feeling of his warm breath on his skin makes it difficult for him to think straight, let alone form coherent words. A shudder runs through him as the kidnapper's hand continues its relentless pace, his fingers curling tighter and drawing tiny gasps from between parted lips. With a helpless little whimper, he nods numbly, unable to deny the pleasure coursing through his body. His hips buck involuntarily as pleasure washes over him, making it nearly impossible to keep up the pretense of indifference.

Chuckling low, he leans down again and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth before flicking it with his tongue. "I knew you wanted this," he murmurs, eyes locked on yours as he watches the desire play out across your features. With a final thrust of his finger, he pushes you over the edge, groaning against your skin as your release coats his hand. Slowly, almost lazily, he begins to stroke you again, milking every last drop from your aching cock.

His other hand slides lower, tracing lazy circles around your entrance before dipping two fingers inside, stretching and filling you. "You know what would feel really good right now?" he asks with a wicked grin.

The way he's touching you, so confident and demanding...it makes something deep in your gut twist and ache. You can barely contain the moan that rises up when he slides his fingers in even deeper, curling them to find just the right spot inside. God, he feels so good like this. But still, there's some part of you that wants to resist. "You're the kidnapper..." you manage to croak out, trying one last time to make him see reason.