{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"60b07667-b131-4575-8a02-45c79f46402e","seriesId":"a7059609-ef4f-4ffd-92a3-ac99420ec5d7","seriesName":"Scouting Hell","currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2025-09-15T18:11:06.528Z","title":"Taken Home - Part 2 of Scouting Hell","slug":"taken-home-part-2-of-scouting-hell","shortId":"CKx6sGgn","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Novella","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A man is kidnapped and taken to his own house where he is subjected to various forms of bondage, torture, and humiliation. His captors leave him restrained in his bedroom, and eventually, he is found by his partner, Helen. Despite their ordeal, they decide not to involve the police and suggest keeping the gear for future role play.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"f14b646b-0465-4f7c-9473-a083c417afac","title":"Taken home","summary":"I was led out and down the main track to a car which had been parked out of sight under the trees. I","wordCount":2322,"readTime":12,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Taken home","content":"

I was led out and down the main track to a car which had been parked out of sight under the trees. I was pushed into the back seat. Sitting on the embedded dildo was painful although that was the least of my worries. The seatbelt forced the spikes deeper into my nipples and drool was dripping onto my chest from the ball-gag that prevented me closing my mouth.

We drove slowly down the track and then out onto the estate, sticking to the speed limits. I knew where we were going but wondered how she knew; and then I remembered she had my wallet and of course my keys.

After 10 minutes we pulled into the drive of my house. She opened the front door and I was escorted inside. I hoped none of my neighbours saw me, but if they did perhaps they might call the Police; although I doubted it.

Once the door was locked and all the curtains drawn she switched the lights on; ‘nice place’, she remarked pushing me down onto the settee. One of the men disappeared upstairs whilst another went into the kitchen and heard the tap running.

He came back with a bottle and a funnel connected to a long plastic pipe. She sat astride me whilst he forced the pipe around the ball-gag and deep into my mouth. He then poured water slowly into the funnel laughing as I choked; but I had to swallow as the water continued to flow. Once the bottle was empty he went back to the kitchen and refilled it and I had to drink the contents. Three more times I endured this water torture before the pipe was withdrawn.

I was pulled off the settee and the Y strap was removed and the dildo pulled out from my arse. ‘That should have made you nice and loose’, she said as I watched her buckle an even larger phallus around her own waist.

I was bent over the arm of the settee which pressed my cock into the spikes in the bag and I yelped with the pain but I was ignored. Instead my legs were spread and her dildo easily penetrated me. As she drove it in it seemed like I was going to be split apart by the depth of the penetration and the thickness of the hard rubber. My cock was suddenly erect and the pain from the spikes was magnified.

She kept up the relentless pace for several minutes until finally she withdrew. She was slightly out of breath when I heard her say; ‘your turn’, and I realised the man wasn’t going to be using a dildo!

The warmth of his erect penis was different feeling to the rubber phallus but the result was the same except that he ejaculated. As I felt the warmth I just hoped he had used a condom. His colleague returned from upstairs and he “took his turn”.

‘Right it’s time to get you settled’, she said. I didn’t know what she meant, but at least as I was pulled to my feet I saw the man removing a condom, so fortunately he at least had taken precautions.

I gasped in surprise when I saw the bedroom. The bed had been stripped and was now covered in a red satin sheet and pillow. I saw that large bolts had been screwed into the wooden head and footboards.

In the middle of the bed was a pile of white towels. She spread the wet Girl Guide skirt over the pile and after the padlock holding my wrists together was unlocked I was made to lie on my back on top of them.

My head rested on the pillow and almost touched the headboard. The D-rings on the top of the ball-gag harness were connected to the bolts they had screwed in place using two padlocks and I found I couldn’t lift my head. For some reason she also added a padlock to the ball-gag harness.

Ropes went around each ankle and were tied to the two ring bolts and my legs were pulled to the edges of the bed as both ropes were tightened. More ropes were connected to the cuffs and my wrists and tied to the headboard.

She unlaced the bag around my genitals and I could just see enough to observe that both my cock and balls were covered in spots of blood.

From the bag they had brought she produced a small zip bag and from that she took out two syringes with needles already attached. ‘Maintaining an erection is a perennial problem for men’, she said. ‘Fortunately drug companies produced Viagra; but its effects are not particularly long lasting and anyway it takes a while for the tablet to take effect‘.

She held up one of the syringes; ‘this is a liquid version of something similar but considerably more potent.’ She drove the needle into the base of my penis ignoring my muffled cry. She injected the liquid and followed that with the contents of the other syringe. ‘This will keep you nice and firm for hours’, she said and I wondered why this was important to her.

Next she produced a plastic bag which had word “Sterile” printed on it. She tore the seal and withdrew a long metal rod carefully holding one end. I could see that the other was bent and when she held it up I saw that it had a checker pattern on both sides.

She grasped my cock with one hand and squeezed the end open. One of the men squirted a red liquid into the opening and then she positioned rod vertically above my cock with the cranked end entering my open urethra. I gasped at the burning sensation as it slowly descended inside my cock under its own weight.

She pulled it out and let it descend a few times before twisting it round and round, laughing at my futile screaming. ‘The hot chilli oil is probably burning you; but right now you should be worried by the fact that the sound is now sitting directly on your prostate gland.’

I didn’t know why this was important until she pushed sharply down on the rod with the heel of her hand causing it to sink a further few centimetres inside me and the subsequent pain was excruciating. That pain got worse when she rotated the cranked end round and round; ‘the rough finish does a good job of abrading the inside which will make it painful when you next pee!’ Finally however she withdrew it and dropped it into the bag.

She then wiped the end of my cock dry and picked up a small tube. ‘People think superglue is just for sticking broken china together; but as you have no doubt seen on the news programmes demonstrators have used it to glue themselves to the road or to railings. Surgeons also use it for sealing wounds.’

She placed a single drop of glue onto the lips of my urethra and pressed the sides together. ‘It’s not a permanent bond; there is a release agent. It can be torn apart as well, but obviously that will be painful.’

‘You are going to be here all day and with a full bladder I guarantee you will need to relieve yourself. Should you manage to break the superglue seal then the towels might absorb the flow.’ I didn’t like the sound of this.

‘Before adding the finishing touches to your predicament there is the small matter of making it more obvious you are a pervert Scout.’ Obvious to whom I didn’t know; but that become very clear soon.

She pulled the two sides of the wet Girl Guide dress over my groin leaving my cock and balls exposed. From the bag she produced some multi-coloured neckers. When she opened one out it was clearly larger than normal Scout necker. ‘These come from a company that specialises in producing adult sized versions of children’s clothing’, she said by way of an explanation.

She laid the necker out over my chest and expertly rolled it up. After removing the scarf I was wearing she pulled the new one around the leather collar and secured it using an oversized woggle. The scarf was so long that the ends reached down as far as my waist.

She then rolled two more of the scarves into tubes. One was tied around my left bicep and the other end was secured it to some fixing under the bed that hadn’t been there previously.

The other necker was used on the other arm and when secured I could no longer move either arm. She stood back and admired her handiwork; ‘they look good; the colours really highlight you are bound with Scout scarves!’

My cock was now fully erect and a livid red colour. She tied a loop of thin string behind the head of it and secured it to the two ends of the scarf around my neck. She carefully adjusted the length of string to pull painfully on my cock. More string was looped several times around my testicles and tied to one of the bolts at the bottom of the bed stretching my scrotum in the opposite direction in the process.

‘I have a few things to take your mind of your predicament’, she continued whilst pulling on latex gloves. She squeezed a white cream onto her hands and spread it liberally onto my cock and balls and then worked down between my legs. I felt her slimy finger penetrate deep into my rectum. Finally she wiped more cream over my bleeding nipples and, after taking the gloves off, she tied a small vibrator to my cock using more of the thin string.

‘I know your partner will return very late tonight so I’ve left the keys to the padlocks for her to find. I haven’t made it easy of course, but I’ll leave a note so that at least she knows what to look for; after all you won’t be able to tell her! Also don’t worry about your work today; I will call in sick for you!’ How she knew where I worked I didn’t know or that Helen would be back late tonight from an office party.

‘By the way give the lovely Helen our regards. I am sure you won’t keep any secrets from her. I know she is a Girl Guide Leader so perhaps we will return and you can both suffer together!’ I shuddered at the thought.

After one of the men had wiped everything down with bleach she took several photos. ‘I may choose to keep these photos and videos for my own pleasure’, she said; ‘or then again I might publish them! You’ll never know until I decide!’

After turning the vibrator on the three of them left and I heard the front door close behind them.

The cream she had applied began to burn my sensitive skin but I couldn’t do anything about it and nor could I do anything about the vibrator which seemed to run through a cycle of different pulses as it brought me quickly to a climax.

I climaxed but there was no ejaculation; my urethra was sealed. The Viagra kept my cock rigid and the vibrator continued its work on what was now a sensitive cock. I had no idea of the time but it seemed almost an instant before I climaxed again and my cock became even more sensitive; but still the vibrator buzzed away.

After four climaxes thankfully the batteries failed. But now I had a different problem and that was my bladder. I desperately needed the toilet; which was clearly not going to happen. The only option was to relieve myself where I lay; but the glue was preventing even that option.

Finally however the cramps became so bad that I applied a lot of muscle pressure and eventually the superglue seal broke and a seemingly endless fountain of urine sprayed from my penis. As the liquid flowed from my damaged cock I screamed in agony.

I was then forced to lie on the wet towels until finally I heard Helen’s key in the door.

She gasped when she saw my predicament and immediately tried to remove the ball gag so that I could talk to her, but the padlocks prevented that. I couldn’t help her; but fortunately she saw a note on the table and after reading it he said she would be back when she had found the keys.

Apparently they had been placed in the freezer and were stuck to the fast freeze shelf so it took Helen nearly half an hour to pry them loose.

In no time she had untied me but it took some time to get my jaw working after being held open by the ball-gag for so long. Once I could speak I explained what had happened.

After I had showered we cuddled on the spare bed and agreed it was probably best not to involve the Police. As we talked Helen played with the oversized necker that she had picked up and her other hand gently caressed my damaged cock. Amazingly despite everything it sprang to life and she bent over and gently sucked it.

I moaned at the pleasure of her touch and then gasped in surprise as she gagged me gently with the necker, rolled me onto my back and took me inside her. Our lovemaking was slow and tender and for once we both climaxed at the same time and even the pain I felt as sperm passed the damaged tip of my cock was bearable.

‘From what you described you enjoyed some aspects of the bondage and I can see that was true’, she said with a smile. ‘Perhaps we should keep the gear for a special night sometime in the future?’ I nodded, not sure why, but the thought excited me.

I for one however hoped I never saw that women again; but I had a feeling I would because this ordeal seemed premeditated. If there was a next time I truly hoped Helen would be spared.

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