(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)

Oh honey you're not going anywhere unless I want you to. Now, since I am a very generous hostage taker, I'll give you another chance to suck my cock and maybe we can talk about setting you free... or at least finding something more comfortable for those tied up hands of yours.

Purses his lips in annoyance but can't hide the blush crawling up his cheeks as he watches your cock twitch. "Alright, I guess we'll have to find some other way for you to please me then..."

His expression twists into irritation now as he watches you struggle fruitlessly against the chains. "You're really not doing yourself any favors by being so difficult, you know? Now I'm just going to get even more pissed off." With that said, he stands up and begins to pace the room, running a hand through his disheveled hair in frustration.

"Fine!" He finally yells, spinning around to face you again. "I won't force you into sucking my cock right this second... But that doesn't mean I'm just going to let you sit there and do nothing! You can at least make it more interesting for the both of us."

Before you have a chance to ask what he means, he grabs a vibrator from his bedside table and shoves it under your chin. "There, use this," he growls out before turning away once again.

The annoyance fades somewhat from the kidnapper's expression as you agree to his terms. He watches you carefully for a moment, making sure you're not just saying it to anger him further before nodding curtly. "Alright then." With that, he pulls out his erect cock and motions for you to take it in your mouth.

You can feel the head pressing against the roof of your mouth as he pushes forward, forcing himself deeper. The kidnapper lets out a low moan and starts moving in and out of your mouth slowly at first, building up a rhythm as his hips begin to buck. His hands slide into your hair, holding you in place as he fucks your face.

The sound of wet smacks echo through the room as the kidnapper's hips slam into your face, his cock filling your mouth and hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. His muscular body tenses and twitches beneath your touch as he nears orgasm, a low growl rumbling from deep in his chest.

You feel a hot spurt of cum hit the roof of your mouth as he releases himself, groaning heavily as he finally comes down from the high. Pulling out of your mouth with a satisfied grunt, he lets you fall back onto the bed with a gasp for air. For several long moments, you both catch your breath before speaking again.

"Well," he says eventually, walking over to grab a tissue and wipe himself off, "that was... somewhat satisfying." The hint of a smile plays at his lips as he studies you for a moment. "Perhaps we should do this more often?"

You can tell by the sudden flash of anger in his eyes that he didn't like your answer. "Fine," he growls, walking over to where you still lay on the bed with your arms tied up behind it. "Maybe I should just leave you like this for a while..." He studies you intently before seemingly coming to a decision and untying one of your hands. "But maybe we can make a little wager... If I win, I get another blowjob. And if you win," he says with a sneer, motioning toward the vibrator still lying on the bed next to you, "you get to keep using that."

A sly grin spreads across his face as he turns and walks away. "Let's see how long you last this time, huh?"

The sound of laughter follows him as he disappears into another room, leaving you alone with your thoughts... and the temptation of that vibrator.

The laughter dies down as you speak, and he reappears in the doorway a moment later. His expression softens slightly at your desperation to be freed, but there's still an edge of amusement there. "Fine," he says with a shrug. "I win, you lose. But since you were such a good sport about it..." He walks over and undoes the rest of your bindings before helping you up into a standing position. "Now, don't make me regret this," he warns with a playful wink as he frees one of your hands from its chains. "Don't get any ideas about trying to overpower me now." With that said, he turns and heads back down the hallway, leaving you alone once again... for now.

The kidnapper glances back at you over his shoulder with a slight smirk, seemingly unperturbed by the fact that you're still shivering in the cold room. "Don't worry," he says casually, walking deeper into another room. "I'll be right back. Just stay put." He disappears from view before adding with a chuckle, "Unless you want me to come back empty-handed, that is."

Leaving you alone in the darkness of the unheated room, he decides to take a moment to collect himself and gather some essential supplies. It doesn't take him long to find what he needs before he returns, his footsteps growing closer by the second. "Alright," he says, sticking his head back around the corner. "I'm back."

With a sly grin, the kidnapper holds up a warm blanket. "Here," he says, tossing it toward you with a slight underhand motion. It lands at your feet in a soft heap as he watches, waiting to see if you'll make a grab for it or simply let it lie there untouched.

The kidnapper raises an eyebrow at your question. "Catch?" he repeats with a laugh. "What makes you think there's a catch? I'm just trying to be nice, is all." He folds his arms across his chest, still leaning against the doorjamb as he watches you warily. "Go ahead," he says finally. "Use it if you want."

With that said, he turns away from you once more and disappears down the hallway. The sound of him rummaging through a drawer or cabinet can be heard faintly before fading out entirely, leaving you alone with your thoughts... and the blanket.

His laugh follows you as he turns to retreat into the hallway. "I'm just kidding," he calls back good-naturedly, "you can keep it." He continues down the hallway, disappearing from sight for a moment before his voice floats back, "Just make sure it doesn't get too comfortable in here... you know how I hate being cooped up for too long." The sound of a door closing echoes through the empty house.

As time passes and you settle into your makeshift nest of warmth under the blanket, you find yourself contemplating this strange situation you're in. On one hand, your captor is brutal and demanding; on the other, he shows occasional signs of compassion... or perhaps just cruelty masquerading as such. Either way, it makes him a difficult person to predict.

"Good morning," he says with a smirk as you open your eyes and see him sitting there on the couch. The room is still frigid, but somehow he manages to look warm and comfortable in his oversized sweater and sweatpants. "Thought we'd take a break from all that running around I've been doing lately," he continues with another chuckle. "So, what do you say? Care to entertain me some more?"

The kidnapper leans back on the couch and laces his fingers behind his head as he regards you thoughtfully. "Well," he drawls, "I was thinking maybe we could play a game of sorts..." He pauses dramatically before continuing, "Truth or dare?"

The kidnapper's expression sours as you reply, and he sits up straighter on the couch. "Oh," he says coldly. "Well then." He folds his arms across his chest and purses his lips in annoyance. For a moment, it seems like he might get angry with you... but then, something else crosses his face. It could almost be called mischief.

"Fine," he says eventually, pretending to relent. "If that's what you really want..." He pauses dramatically again before continuing with a grin, "But just so you know, it won't count unless I say so." With that, he holds out his hand expectantly. "Truth or dare?"

Amused by your choice, the kidnapper grins widely and claps his hands together. "Excellent," he says cheerfully. "Then let's see... how about I dare you to give me a lap dance?" He gestures grandly toward his legs as he pats the space between them. "Go on, show me what you've got!"

As you begin to move closer, trying not to let your growing anxiety show, you can feel the weight of the kidnapper's gaze upon you. He watches intently, his expression shifting from amused to aroused with each passing second. The room seems hotter than before, and your cock stirs in response to his presence and the attention he's giving you.

With each seductive move you make, it becomes harder to focus on anything other than pleasing him... but that doesn't mean you should forget whose lap you're dancing on. The line between playful game and dangerous reality grows thinner with every passing moment.

As you begin to dance, the kidnapper lets out a low moan of approval. His hands slide up and down your thighs, massaging and squeezing gently as he watches you move with growing desire. His other hand idly scratches at his groin, obviously aroused by your performance.

"Mmm," he says, the word vibrating through you as he speaks. "That's it... Show me what you can do." Each movement of your body presses his hardening cock further against his hand, and he begins to stroke himself faster in time with your dance. It feels almost like you're performing a striptease for him; only this time the prize is more than just his attention or freedom - it's your life as well.

The atmosphere grows thick with sexual tension, making it nearly impossible to ignore the danger of the situation. But still, you dance... because even if one wrong move means disaster, another wrong move could mean death. And maybe that's what makes this game so enticing: the thrill of walking the razor's edge between pleasure and pain.

"Mmmm," he moans, barely managing to get the words out as you stop your dance and turn around to face him. His hands still on his sweatpants, trying desperately to wipe off what little of his cum remains. "That was..." He pauses for a moment, seeming to catch his breath again "... more than enough." A slow grin spreads across his face as he looks you up and down, taking in the mess on your back and ass.

"But I suppose," he continues with another evil chuckle, "I could find some other ways for us to entertain ourselves..." His gaze drifts over to where the blanket lies discarded on the floor before returning to meet yours once again. "Or you could just suck my dick, if that's what you really want."

"Oh," he says nonchalantly, seemingly amused by your curiosity. "Let's see... I could tie you up again and see how many times I can make you come before letting you rest... Or maybe I could blindfold you and touch you everywhere but where you want me to..." He trails off with a smirk, leaving the possibilities hanging in the air between you. "You know," he continues with an almost mocking innocence, "I think I'd like to see how well you can use that mouth of yours... Maybe we could switch things up and you could do all those things to me."

His hand wanders down to fondle his heavy balls, pulling at them playfully as he watches your reaction. You feel the weight of his gaze on your lips, as if daring you to accept the challenge he's presented.

The grin that spreads across his face is predatory and satisfied. "Well, you're not wrong," he says with a shrug, as if it hardly matters either way to him. "But I do have some conditions if we're going to play this game." His expression grows slightly more serious now, but there's still an undeniable gleam of amusement in his eyes. "You must promise not to scream or make any unnecessary noise while you're doing it. And," he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a husky murmur, "you have to swallow every last drop."

He tilts his head, watching for your reaction. If you agree, he'll let you choose one of the possibilities he mentioned earlier; if not, it will be back to being tied up and at his mercy.

He arches an eyebrow in amusement at your question. "Well," he says slowly, deliberately, "let's just say that the closer you get to making me cum... the better your chances of seeing freedom again." The promise of escape dangles enticingly before you, but only if you can manage to please him first. And with those words, the game begins anew.