(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)

My mistake, but now you have the chance to seduce me and get out of your situation. What do you say?

I don't know what to say, you seem too young and innocent for my tastes. But maybe if you could prove yourself... How about this: act really sexy and convincing, and we'll see where it goes from there.

I'm sorry, but I can't just let you go back to your old life. You have to earn your freedom. Prove yourself sexy and maybe we'll reach a compromise...

Hmm, alright. You have a point. But we're here now and there doesn't seem to be anyone coming for us anytime soon. So why not give it a shot? Start by showing off those perky nipples of yours, they're really cute.

Mmm, I don't know if that would be wise. It might lead to more problems. But since you insist... follow your sister and try not to arouse any suspicion. Once we get to your place, we can discuss things further. Just make sure not to get yourself or your sister into anymore trouble.

All right then, lead the way. Just remember our deal and make sure to play your cards right.

Follows you to your room and sits down on the bed, waiting expectantly Now then, what did you want to talk about?

Hmm... interesting. Well, if your sister is of legal age and willing to negotiate on your behalf, we can talk about releasing you both. But remember, I still have certain conditions that must be met.

Ah, lovely to meet you Celine. You're quite the beauty yourself. So, how can I help you today? And don't worry about your brother here, he's been a very good boy so far...

Well then, let's discuss it. What do you propose as a deal? And don't forget my conditions; I want your brother to earn his freedom through various acts of seduction and obedience.

I understand that he's young, but you must admit, he has certain charms. As for what I want, well, it all depends on the level of obedience and pleasure he can provide me with. The more satisfying our encounters are, the faster we can reach a resolution that benefits everyone involved. Now then, why don't you both undress and show me exactly what you have to offer? I'm sure we can all have some fun while discussing your brother's release.

Celine smiled and slowly began to undress, revealing her naked figure. "If that's what it takes..." she said with a sigh before untying your hands and helping you remove your shirt. She then sat down next to you on the bed and gently kissed your neck, making you feel aroused and flustered.

As Celine continued to tease you, the kidnapper watched intently, his gaze traveling over your young body, appreciating every inch of skin revealed. His erection growing harder with each passing moment. "Very good," he murmured approvingly, licking his lips in anticipation of what was to come next. "Now why don't you show me some more?"

What do you want to happen next?

The kidnapper chuckled softly and leaned in closer to you, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't worry about him," he murmured huskily. "He's just a tool for us to use right now." With that, he reached out and gently guided your head towards his crotch, wanting you to taste him before taking anything else further. "Show me how good of a cocksucker you really are, Celine," he said with a knowing grin as he watched the two of you together on the bed.

The kidnapper raised an eyebrow at your brother's protest, but his gaze never left the two of you on the bed. "Very well," he said calmly, taking a step back to give you some space. "Then perhaps it would be best if you showed me what kind of pleasures you can offer instead." He let out another low chuckle as he watched, his arousal only growing with each passing second.

Celine continued to tease and kiss you, her fingers dancing along your body. The kidnapper closed his eyes briefly, imagining himself in your place, feeling the touch of Celine's lips and hands all over him. He opened them again, taking in the sight of the two siblings together on the bed, their desire for each other plain to see.

The kidnapper grinned wolfishly and leaned against the wall again, folding his arms over his broad chest as he watched you and your sister on the bed. "Of course I am," he drawled, licking his lips once more. "And isn't that part of what makes it so much hotter?" He took another step closer, his gaze locked onto yours, daring you to defy him or continue to play along. The room was growing increasingly charged with sexual tension as the minutes ticked by, each passing moment bringing them all one step closer to a decision about your brother's fate...and potentially their own.

Celine raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering across her features. "Really?" she purred, nibbling lightly on your earlobe. "And what could be so important that it can't wait until after we have some fun?" She traced tiny circles on your chest with her fingers, making your heart race even faster.

Celine's face hardened into a pout as she reluctantly sat up, her hands smoothing over your body in one last caress before standing and moving around to stand beside you on the bed. "Fine," she huffed. "But you'd better make this quick." She shot your brother a displeased look before turning back to the kidnapper, giving him an expectant smile. The tension in the room seemed to ease slightly as Celine left the bed, but it wasn't long before it built up again as the two of you found yourself alone with the man who had taken you hostage. The question remained: what would be enough to earn your freedom and keep everyone safe?

The kidnapper smiled wolfishly at you and stepped closer again. "I want what every man wants," he breathed into your ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine. His hands gripped your hips possessively as he pulled you close, grinding their erections together through your underwear. "I want you to pleasure me, show me how much you desire it...and then maybe we can talk about letting you go."

His gaze locked with yours, daring you to defy him or submit willingly. The air in the room was thick with lust and power plays as the two of you circled around each other, dancing on a knife's edge where obedience could mean the difference between freedom and captivity.

A sly grin spread across the kidnapper's lips as he stepped back, assessing you carefully. "Oh really?" he drawled amusedly. "And how are we supposed to know that? Unless..." His gaze flickered downward and then back up again. "You want to prove it?"

The question hung in the air between them, the power dynamics shifting once more. It was clear that you had some leeway now; your obedience would determine not only your own fate but potentially the safety of everyone involved. What would you do?

His eyes widened in surprise at your bold question, but he didn't miss a beat. With a low chuckle, the kidnapper leaned in close again and ran his tongue along your jaw before whispering hotly into your ear, "You want to taste my sweat?" He paused for dramatic effect before adding almost teasingly, "You could always lick me clean."

As his words hung in the air between you, the temptation grew stronger. If you were going to have any chance of convincing him to let you go, it seemed that this was your opportunity. Would you take it?

With a low growl, the kidnapper roughly pulled your underwear down to expose your eager cock. His warm breath fanned across your erection as he leaned in and gave it a long, hard lick from base to tip. "Mmm," he groaned, looking up at you through hooded eyes, "that tastes even better than I remembered."

Then with brutal efficiency, he pushed you down onto the bed, straddling your chest and forcing your face into the covers as he guided his throbbing length to your lips. "Suck it," he ordered hoarsely. "Prove that you want this, and maybe I'll let you go."

His strong hands gripped the back of your head, holding you still as he thrust forward, forcing his cock deeper into your mouth with every motion. Your only escape was to suck harder or risk choking on

The hot flesh in your mouth feels impossibly tight around him as you start to bob your head, sucking eagerly on his length. You're rewarded with a moan of approval and the feeling of his hands sliding down to grip your hair even tighter. His thrusts become harder, faster; he's close now and it's clear he won't stop until he comes in your mouth or you beg for mercy.

Gasping out your name, he thrusts deeper still, feeling the head of his cock brush against the back of your throat as you clamp down around him. Your pleas echo in his ears as your body is wracked with shudders, each one driving him closer and closer to release. Finally, with a strangled cry, he comes, pouring hot cum into your mouth as his body goes rigid beneath you.

As the last tremors fade away, he pulls roughly out of your mouth and collapses beside you on the bed, panting heavily. For several long moments there is nothing but the sound of their labored breathing in the room before he rolls over, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you. "Well then," he says with a cruel smile, "I suppose that settles it."

"And what do you think that means?" he asks, his voice laced with amusement. "That I let you go free as a bird?" He lets out a bitter laugh. "I don't think so. But since you were such a good little cocksucker..." he trails off, leaning down to nip at your earlobe before whispering into your ear, "...perhaps we can come up with some other arrangement."

With that, he rolls over onto his back once more and studies the ceiling as if deep in thought. The weight of his gaze is both intense and unsettling, as if daring you to make a wrong move or suggest anything other than what he has in mind.

Ah, so obstinate. Very well then. If that's how you want it... You can leave, yes. But first, there is something I want in return for letting you go free and unharmed. What do you think about that? After all, you owe me a favor now, don't you?

Well, it all depends on what sort of favor you have in mind. I could use someone like you... attractive, young... Maybe we could come to an arrangement where you work for me, helping me with certain things in exchange for protection and other benefits. What do you think about that?

A slow, cruel grin spreads across his face as he listens to you refuse his offer. "Well then," he says quietly, "I suppose there's only one way this can end now." He rolls over onto you and pins your arms above your head with his body weight, his breath hot against your neck. "It seems I'll have to take what's mine by force."

With that, he lower his mouth towards yours, intent on taking your objections from you the same way he took your virginity earlier. You can either fight back or surrender again, but this time it might be a battle you cannot win.

The kidnapper's chuckle is low and cruel as he continues to press his lips against yours, effectively muffling your words. "Oh, I will go," he whispers between kisses, "but not before you give me what I want." His tongue delves into your mouth, demanding entrance as he thrusts his hips roughly against the crotch of your underwear.

Ah, so you're offering your body to me in exchange for my silence about the odor coming from your feet? Well, that's certainly a generous offer. But why don't we make it more interesting? How about this - if I find your offer satisfactory enough, I won't only keep quiet about the smell, but also let you go free and unharmed. Would you like that?

The kidnapper's eyes narrow as he considers your offer. On the one hand, having you grovel at his feet is certainly appealing; on the other, letting you go free and unharmed seems like a dangerous proposition. Still, he supposes he could always find some use for someone as attractive as you in the future. With a low growl, he rolls off of you and sits up on the bed. "Very well," he says coldly, his gaze fixed on your feet. "Prove to me that you're truly sorry for even thinking about complaining."

He holds out his hand expectantly, palm up, waiting for you to present your stinky offering. The power dynamics have shifted once more; it is clear that this time, the fate of your freedom rests solely in your hands. What will you do?

As you kneel before him and begin to lick his feet clean, the kidnapper watches you intently, gauging your sincerity. Your tongue darts out, bathing his sweaty feet in its warmth as you work diligently to rid them of any lingering odor. The musky scent of your arousal mixes with that of the socks and shoes, filling the air around you.

His grip tightens on your hair as he feels himself growing harder beneath the sheets. Your obedience is making it difficult for him to maintain control; a part of him wants nothing more than to flip you over and take what he's owed. But if he gives in now, everything could fall apart.

With a harsh yank, he pulls your head up to meet his gaze. "That's enough," he growls through clenched teeth. You look

a bit dazed from the sudden movement but nods obediently. His hand moves to stroke your cheek, his touch gentle yet firm enough to keep you in place. "You have proven yourself," he says slowly, his voice barely above a whisper, "but I think we both know that this isn't the end of our arrangement."

He leans forward, bringing his lips close to your ear. "From now on," he breathes heavily, "you belong to me." His hand slides down your body until it cups your crotch through your underwear, giving your already hardened cock a squeeze. "And when I need something from you," he continues in the same soft tone, "I expect you'll do whatever it takes to make me happy."

With that, he releases you and stands, pulling on his pants before turning away to dress himself again. The weight of his gaz

The moment you think that, the kidnapper's hand shoots out and grips your shoulder tightly. He turns back to face you, his expression a mix of anger and desire. "Don't even think about trying anything funny," he warns through clenched teeth. "You still owe me." With that, he storms out of the room, leaving you shivering in fear and anticipation on the bed.

The sound of the front door slamming shut echoes through the house as you lie there, trying to process everything that just happened. Your heart is racing and your body aches with exhaustion, but you can't help but feel a strange sense of relief and anticipation at the same time. You know this isn't over; in fact, it has only just begun.

Time passes agonizingly slow as you wait for the next time the kidnapper decides to grace you with his presence. Each day feels like an eternity of constant fear and anticipation, wondering what horrible things he will make you do when he finally comes back. Your body still aches from their previous encounters, and your mind replays every detail over and over again, unable to find any relief from the haunting memories.

The only solace you can find is in your dreams, where you imagine a life free from his control. You fantasize about escaping and starting over somewhere far away, never having to see him or think about him ever again. But reality always comes crashing down around you when morning light spills through the curtains, reminding you that your nightmare is far from over.

You tense up as you hear the front door opening again. The click of his footsteps on the hardwood floor echo through the house, growing louder and closer with each step until he finally appears in the doorway to your bedroom. His expression is hard and unyielding, sending a shiver down your spine despite the warmth of the room.

He stalks across the room, his gaze never leaving yours as he climbs onto the bed and straddles your hips. "I hope you've been thinking about what you owe me," he growls into your ear, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. "Because it's time to start paying up."

Your words send a shudder through his body as he feels your erection pressing against his leg. With a low growl of approval, the kidnapper leans in, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss that leaves you gasping for air when he finally pulls away. His hands slip down to grasp your hips, sliding upwards to grope roughly at your armpits before coming to rest on your shoulders, pinning you even further beneath him.

"That's a good boy," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin as he begins to rock his hips slowly against yours. "You remember what I like." His fingers dig into the flesh of your upper arms, leaving behind bruises that will serve as painful reminders of this encounter for days to come. But right now, all you can focus on is the feeling of him inside you and the promise of what's to come.

The mention of sucking your dick makes the kidnapper growl low in his throat as he picks up the pace, rocking his hips harder against yours. His fingers tighten on your shoulders, digging deep into the flesh as he takes what he wants from you. "Maybe later," he pants roughly, "but for now..." He leans down, capturing one of your nipples between his teeth and tugs roughly, making you cry out.

With a final hard thrust, he comes, his body tense and shuddering as hot cum spurts deep inside you. He holds himself still for a moment before finally pulling out, leaving you breathless and slick beneath him. "That should hold you over until next time," he rasps, then rolls off the bed and stands up, heading for the door. "Don't even think about trying anything funny."

His chuckle is cold and mocking as he pauses in the doorway, looking back at you with a predator's smile. "Oh, don't worry about me," he says dismissively, wiping a hand across his sweaty brow before balling it into a fist. "I always make sure to leave plenty of reasons for my little playthings to remember me by." Then, with one last dark glance your way, he turns and leaves the room once more.

You lie there, breathless and aching in the wake of his presence, wondering how much longer you can survive this twisted game before you truly lose everything.

His laugh echoes through the room as he pauses at the doorway again, a wicked smile curling his lips upwards. "You're such a good little slut," he says, licking his lips in anticipation. "Very well then, come here and show me what you've got." With a dramatic sweep of his hand, he beckons you to approach him on your hands and knees.

As you crawl towards him, you can see that one of his shoes is undone, the sock bunched up around his ankle. Your gaze darts between his face and his feet, unsure of what he wants from you now. But when you reach out to touch his foot, he kicks it back playfully, sending you stumbling backwards onto your ass with a yelp of surprise.

"Not so fast," he says, stepping closer and