PLEASE READ: Hi, folks!

Came across this - or it came across my - while working on 'Brothers Halliwell'

Okay, several people were asking me to do a 'sequel' to Noah Strikes Back where Noah kidnaps Luke. Now, I'm way out of my league here, since I've never come close to writing anything of the NC-17 variety, not to mention I had to do research because I don't know the first thing about how to kidnap somebody. Oh! Found out something interesting. Did you know they actually have websites out there instructing you on how to tie somebody up? Who knew!

Anyhow, me writing a sex scene (or anything even mildly erotic) is a little like Enya attempting Gangsta Rap - not to mention that I'd never utter these words aloud until well after a certain four guys on horses arrive on the scene - but I'm gonna give it a whirl anyhow. Just remember, this is my first attempt at anything like this. I'm, to put it mildly, surprised (and a smidge concerned) that my mind fed me this stuff for the story, but I'm gonna try to feel-the-fear-and-do-it-anyway... If anyone wants to tell my they still love me after reading this, I won't mind, though I'll probably be in the shower scrubbing the smut off me with St. Ives Apricot Scrub, and while I'm no stranger to the 'lather' and 'rinse' portion of shampooing, I'm anticipating my first 'repeat'.

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Oh, well, wish me luck! And I hope you enjoy it.

Oh! One last thing. In the for-what-it's-worth department, the world has grown, as Lewis Carroll wrote, "curioser and curioser" now that I've learned more about a surprising number of my friends' extra curricular nocturnal activities. I dunno... sort of a late Roman Empire-esque feeling... I'll let you know when I figure out what I mean by that.

Dumbfoundedly yours (without the mute part),
~Alwyn~

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~Kidnapped: A Love Story~

Chapter 1: The Abduction

The apartment buzzed with an early morning what-did-Santa-bring-me vibe. Perpetual celebration hung like a secret in the air.

Luke sat at their kitchen table, polishing off the last of his scrambled eggs, when he watched Noah stand and step toward him, stopping just behind Luke's chair. "Luke, you trust me," he said, "right?"

Luke's eyebrows slanted, one over the other. "What? Why would you even ask me that?"

"I just-" Noah paused. "It's important."

Luke smiled. "In that case yes, Aladdin, I trust you," he said. "Of course I trust you."

Noah turned Luke by his shoulders in his chair until he faced the table, not Noah.

"Uh - what are you doing?"

Noah took hold of Luke's wrists, one at a time, and pulled them behind the wooden chair. He crossed them. Held them kindly but firmly in place. "No, I mean..." Kneeling, Noah spoke in a voice of warm breath into Luke's ear. "Do you 'trust me' trust me?"

Talk about your tingling sensations! "Ohhhhh!" Luke said. "Do I 'trust you' trust you."

Noah rested his chin on his lover's shoulder. "Mm-hmmmm."

Turning his head slightly, and enjoying the handsome view, Luke said, "Completely."

(Later that night...)

Luke sat in the restaurant, the place they'd chosen to celebrate their three year anniversary. Noah was late; Noah was never late. But before the first thought of genuine worry finished its trip through Luke's consciousness, his phone beeped. A text message reading 'Outside' popped up. Number unknown. 'That's weird'. It took two minutes before curiosity wrapped in concern got the better of this kitty.

Once outside the restaurant, another text arrived. 'In the alley', it read. Stepping close to the brown brick path between buildings, Luke called out, "Yeah, sorry. Not gonna happen." But as soon as the words fell, a new text arrived, this one reading, 'If you value your boyfriend's life, you will go into the alley, and continue until further instructed'. Of course, Luke knew better of it: Search and rescue? Not his thing. But Noah's life wasn't a tool to bargain with. Not after last time, when shooting came as easily to their kidnappers as blinking. So, down the alley he crept, waiting for an incoming text. The path turned, making him no longer visible to those passing on the sidewalk. "Hello?" he called out, growing anxious. "Is anybody he-"

Suddenly, arms grabbed him from behind. Luke knew from the grip it was a man, significantly taller (and stronger) than himself. Luke opened his mouth to call for help, but the man clamped his hand over his mouth, silencing him. Then, a deep voice said, "Here's what you need to know." The man re-affirmed his grip on his soon-to-be hostage. "I've got your boyfriend tied up somewhere no one's gonna find him, and if you want him to keep breathing, you're gonna do as I say. Got it?"

His mouth still covered, Luke nodded.

"Now I'm gonna take my hand off your mouth and we're gonna have a little chat. Try to scream or get loose and loverboy's gonna run out of food and air. Understand?"

Again, Luke nodded.

"That's a good boy," said the kidnapper, lowering his hand, but keeping a tight grip on Luke's chest and upper arms, pressing him close.

"Where's Noah? What did you do to him?"

"Relax, relax. He's perfectly safe. A couple of my guys are taking good care of him."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that if you want him to keep breathing, you'll act nothing like yourself and do what you're told."

"How do I know you're telling the truth?"

"Predictable little thing aren't you."

"Excuse me?"

"I had a hunch you might ask me that, so..." He took a photo from his shirt pocket as proof, a picture of Noah. He was tied to a chair, blindfolded, his mouth taped shut. Luke couldn't determine the location, other than someplace dank, cold, and depressing.

He whispered. "Oh my God."

"Not his best picture but it's definitely him," the man said, and slid the picture back into his pocket.

"What do you want from me?"

The villain laughed. "Oh, the usual. Kidnap you. Tie you up. Maybe get a little creative with your boyfriend's neckties."

"You're crazy."

"Most likely. That's what makes it so much fun."

"Okay, fine. You have me. Now can you please just - call your goons and tell them to let Noah go?"

"So he can ride to your rescue? Sorry, Sweetheart, but that's just not good business. Now put your hands behind your back; I'm gonna tie you up."

"What? Why? You're holding my boyfriend hostage. I'd be crazy to try and run."

A seductive growl rumbled in the kidnapper's throat. "You're assuming I'm trussing you up 'cause I have to. Maybe I'm doing it just for fun. Don't worry, Beauty, Daddy's not gonna let anything happen to his prize. Do what I say and you'll be perfectly safe."

Luke closed his eyes and sighed. "Easy for you to say. You're the kidnapper."

"Last time: Hands behind your back."

"Look, could you please not tie me up? I don't..."

"The longer you put it off, the tighter I'm gonna tie you."

Luke exhaled sharply and decided to comply. In no time he felt his wrists being crossed, one over the other, as his abductor commenced binding them together with a soft rope - cotton, Luke figured - working quickly and skillfully. Luke felt increasingly helpless with each successive loop and knot the man secured. With a sharp tug, the kidnapper secured the final knot, but he wasn't done. Luke heard the distinct sound of duct tape stretching, then felt the man's powerful hands winding the roll over and around his wrists, covering the ropes. Now Luke couldn't even touch the knots, much less untie them. The man enjoyed a devilish chuckle, said, "Ya see, Beauty, what movies and TV shows don't tell you is that just a little rope around the wrists doesn't get the job done. Wrapping you up in tape is how I keep you trapped but... how should I say this... comfortable." Luke could hear the grin in the man's voice.

Turning his head slightly, Luke could see that the man was sharply dressed: a navy blazer, kaki pants, blue oxford cloth shirt, and a navy and burgundy striped necktie. There was even a puff of white, silk-like cloth folded into the breast pocket of his navy suit coat.

My God, he looks hot! Luke could feel the excitement of being overpowered igniting his circuitry.

Noah felt a release in his loins as his sex relaxed and lengthened, thickening with blood; he had expected kidnapping Luke would be fun, but never guessed his nether region would be such an enthusiastic participant. He pressed his hard-on against Luke's bound wrists, brushing his cloth-covered length slowly, up and down, along the palm of Luke's open hand. "Uh-oh. Now look what you've done," he said, taunting him. "We'll definitely have to put that to good use soon as we get to where we're going."

"Where are we going?"

Noah didn't answer him. "Ya know, the great thing about being a suit and tie man?" he asked. "I'm already wearing everything I need to subdue my captive." Reaching into his pants pocket, Noah took out two white, cotton handkerchiefs, rolled them into the shape of a ball, slightly smaller than a fist. Then, gripping Luke tighter around the chest, he pulled him forcefully against him; Luke's backside coated Noah's frame like a second skin, with Noah's cock resting snuggly in the crease of Luke's behind. Noah held the ball of cloth in front of Luke's mouth with his free hand, his intentions clear. "I always keep a few extra handkerchiefs on me. You know. Just in case…"

Luke pressed his lips flat and turned his head; Noah laughed to himself. "Alright, Beauty, the more you fight me on this, the fuller I'm gonna stuff your mouth; I've still got plenty of tools to work with and you and I both know that, sooner or later, I'm gonna get this gag in your mouth. So, you can either play along, so I can take my time and be a gentleman, or you can fight me, and I'll have to cram it in your mouth and risk you choking or getting scraped up. Your choice."

It took no thought to choose the better option. But it was when Noah tensed and wiggled his stiff member between Luke's two mounds, making a deeper crease between the two cheeks, that had Luke opening his mouth to moan with desire.

Noah growled, "Thaaaat's right" as he slowly, almost seductively, slid the cloth into Luke's mouth, inspiring moans from deep within the smaller man's throat. Noah continued to whisper sultry sentiments, such as, "That's my baby" and "That's my good boy" as he slowly, delicately worked the cloth into Luke, filling one cheek, then the other, until he was satisfied that his captive's mouth was stuffed full enough to muffle his cries. As Noah slowly, slowly tucked the last of the cloth into Luke's mouth with two fingers, at the same slowed pace, he brushed his tongue along Luke's smooth cheek. Starting at his captive's jawline, and sliding upwards to his temple, Noah's tongue bathed the flawless skin, savoring the subtle salty taste of his lover's flesh. Luke's muffled groans made Noah's twitch. "Thaaat's my baby."

Still anchored in place by one muscular arm, Luke's peripheral vision caught sight of Noah pulling the white puff of silk from his breast pocket and making a flicking gesture to unfold it. It seemed somehow longer, thicker than an ordinary handkerchief. It shimmered beneath the faint light of the unusually large Autumn moon, as did the sleek surface of Noah's necktie. Luke groaned with pleasure and lust at the thought of growing increasingly helpless, completely within Noah's control. Not just his control, but his care. This wasn't about pain or becoming a sex object. This was the ultimate display of trust. 'I won't let her take this away from me.' The fact that it turned them both on and raised their volume to maximum was just a bonus.

"Now then, I'm just gonna slide this between your teeth to keep you from pushing the gag out of that beautiful mouth of yours." Noah brushed the soft fabric lovingly over his prisoner's cheek. "Feels nice, doesn't it?" he whispered, his warm breath drawing sweat from Luke's neck. "Only the best for my baby." Noah took the cloth at two ends, folded it over itself to make a long, slender strip. "Now this won't hurt a bit," he promised, and laced the silk between Luke's teeth, pulling it taut, and tying it off at the back of Luke's head just above the neck. Though the willing captive could tell that the gag was snug and secure in his mouth, he found himself thinking, somewhat disappointed, 'I could probably get this out of my mouth in about five minutes or so'. Just then, he heard the stretch of a roll of duct tape - 'Never mind' - and found the sound strangely satisfying.

"Now don't get too spoiled by that gag, baby. When I get you home, I'm gonna gag you nice and tight, but this oughta be enough to keep you quiet 'til we get to where we're going," said Noah. "I think it's best to ease you into captivity. What d'you think?" He laughed at Luke's muffled protest. 'My God, why is being the villain such a damn turn-on?' Noah stuck the end of the thick, gray tape to one side of Luke's mouth, pressing it flat against the skin as it covered Luke's lips. He wrapped it around Luke's head once, twice, three times before tearing the strip free with his friendly neighborhood vampire teeth. "Now then, let's see what we've got here..."

His hands on Luke's shoulders, Noah spun the smaller man to face him, inspecting his handiwork with a smug, pleased grin, and with both thumbs he smoothed the tape from the center of Luke's mouth out to his cheeks. He chuckled the way any villain worth his ransom demand should. "Well now, I think I just achieved the impossible," he said, satisfied. "I have silenced The Luke Snyder."

Were it not for Noah being his abductor, Luke would've felt humiliated, and the gag a degrading insult. But this was something he wanted, and the more helpless he felt, the more turned on he became (and the less she mattered).

"Some of my best work, if I do say so myself," Noah said, and pressed a firm kiss over Luke's taped lips. He looked deeply into his captive's helpless eyes, one man's unbridled lust recognizing the other's. "Now then..." Noah winked. "Let's get you some place where I can have my way with you."

Reaching behind him, Noah picked up a long, tan, light-weight cloth sack, and answered the question in Luke's eyes. "Oh, this? Ah, it's just a knapsack." He wiggled his eyebrows "or in this case, a kidnap sack."

Luke rolled his eyes, winning a laugh from his lover.

"Aw, come on! Everybody knows that the best villains have a geeky sense of humor."

Then, holding the sack open, Noah advanced towards Luke, who backed away, shaking his head vigorously as he grunted his protests.

"Ooh, looks like I've caught a feisty one," Noah said, mischief at play in his hungry eyes. "This is gonna be even more fun than I thought." He threw the sack over Luke's head and tugged it down until all but Luke's brown leather shoes were showing. Then, throwing his bound captive over one shoulder, Noah stood up, and tied the sack's drawstring around Luke's ankles, securing the square knot with one sharp, final tug. Noah found that his villainous laugh was beginning to feel surprisingly at home in his throat, as it freed up a primal energy that spread through him, soaking each cell with desire. And power.

"Mmmph!"

"Don't worry, Sweetheart. I promise, I'm gonna treat you like a prince." Noah started down the alley - there was a cocky, satisfied saunter in his stride - carrying Luke like a sack of potatoes to his truck. He couldn't wait to see his lover all trussed up in the bed of his pickup. "A bound and gagged prince, but hey. Who said life was perfect?"

~ to be continued

Random observation: I've noticed that, thematically, I tend to have Noah using the pocket of his shirt in my stories. I wonder if it's because I've spent so much time on Photoshop taking Jake's sunglasses out of his pockets to keep from distracting the eye from his handsome face? Things that make ya go 'Hmmmmm'

Thanks, folks! Hope y'all had fun!
Sincerely,
~Alwyn~