Kinktober 2020 #1

Content Warnings:  F/m, femdom, consensual, bondage, "kidnapping." 

“Alright, you caught me. The reason I don’t have any jumper cables is because I have my boyfriend tied up in the trunk.”

The middle-aged man laughed. Maria laughed with him.

The trunk stopped rocking.

“So what, did you use the cables to tie him up?” The man’s kindly smile was a little buried his in his bushy salt-and-pepper beard. Maria had been a little worried when he pulled over. Bearded white guys with big trucks and matching trucker hats weren’t always friendly to Latina women like her. Or they were too friendly. But this man had been a perfect gentleman.

“No, I just emptied out the trunk to make room for him. It’s all on the floor of our garage. I haven’t needed my cables in like, two years, so I thought we’d be fine for a quick drive.”

“Ain’t that just how it works?” He answered. “Damn cars always break down at exactly the worse time.”

Maria’s laugh was only a little forced. Her older used car had been to the mechanics more often, and cost her more money, than she liked to think about. At least the engine wasn’t smoking this time. “Tell me about it.”

“Well look, I’m not totally sure I have my cables. My daughter might have taken them. But I’ll give it a look and see if I can find them.”

Maria gave him a heartfelt thank you and he walked back with a smile. She watched as he began to rifle through his vehicle, which was apparently filled with a lot of stuff. When she was sure enough that he was too distracted to look back, Maria cracked open the trunk.

Kevin was inside, bound and gagged heavily. Not with jumper cables, but with an expensive armbinder they’d shelled out for a few months ago and duct tape around his legs, currently clad in a nice pair of jeans that were tighter than he usually wore, and thus gave Maria a much better view of his junk and trunk than she usually got.

He was really hard, and it did not look comfortable in those jeans.

“The car broke down,” she whispered. “Someone pulled over to give me a jump, I need you to break character until I’m back on the road, okay? I’ll get you out of there as soon as I can.”

There was disappointment in the little moan he gave, and Maria didn’t blame him. They’d been itching to try out role playing a kidnapping in the trunk for months, waiting until October when the temperature cooled down enough to ride in a trunk that wasn’t too hot.

Kevin, gagged and blindfolded with bondage tape, gave a nod.

Damn it. It had all gone perfectly until Maria’s old beater car died on then. She’d taken him from his (empty) parent’s house with a toy gun and a goofy grin they’d both pretended was predatory. Got him all tied up, led him blindfolded into her trunk... it had been so much fun! But now the spell was broken. They were going to have to play hard to get over this disappointment tonight.

“Found ‘em!” Called out the helpful man.

“Gotta go!” Maria whispered to her boyfriend. “I love you!”

She shut the trunk as he tried to answer in kind, turning around just in time to see the man come around his car, his eyes firmly on the jumper cables in his hands. He hadn’t seen her close the trunk.

Maria suppressed a quiet sigh, relieved that she hadn’t exposed Kevin. The middle-aged man was nice, but some explanations just weren’t for sharing with a stranger.

“Now let’s see if we can get this car running.”