Terrifyingly Real
Tim and I were just finishing up Saturday brunch out at a restaurant. As the the waitress took my card and walked away, Tim said,
“You got a some food on your cheek, let me get that for you.”
He picked up his napkin, dipped it in his water glass and leaned across the table. Rather than dab my cheek, he put the napkin over my entire mouth and nose.
I realized what he was doing.
I went silent and tried to make my expression as blank as possible. When the waitress came back and gave us the receipt, Tim took it, wrote the tip, and signed it, all while I sat motionless, staring forward.
“Follow me to my car.”
I obeyed, walking behind Tim to the parking lot. Tim opened the door to the back seats of the car. Before I could step in, he pulled a pair of handcuffs from under the seat, and handcuffed my hands in front of me. He had me sit down, bucked me in, and then put a blindfold over my eyes.
I was rock hard already.
I heard him sit in the driver seat and start the car. As the car pulled out of the parking lot my mind was flooded with fantasies of being kidnapped, taken somewhere remote, and tortured for my kidnapper’s pleasure.
Finally, after a drive that seemed to last forever, Tim stopped the car. He opened up the back door and unbuckled my seat belt. He pulled my handcuffed hands and led me out of the car. Then he unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants.
I started to get a bit nervous our neighbors would see me handcuffed in my underwear. It was noon on a Saturday and we lived in a pretty busy apartment complex. For a second I thought about breaking my mindless obedience and telling Tim to stop, but I didn't want the scene to end. I could stand a little embarrassment if it meant a lot of fun later.
The parking lot was strangely quiet, which should have been my first warning something was wrong.
My second warning should have been the fact that I felt the pavement give way to grass. There were parts of the apartment complex that had grass, but they were behind the building - not an area we really ever went.
I was tempted to take off my blindfold, but I knew if I did the scene and the fantasy would end. All this build up, the incredibly hot feeling of being kidnapped, over because of my curiousty. Not worth it.
Tim unlocked my handcuffs and took off my shirt. He guided my hands behind my back. Now I understood why he'd taken me around the back of the building - less foot traffic and onlookers to see their friendly gay neighbors tie each other up. Tim tied my hands behind my back with rope. I tested the bonds, they were tight and secure. I started to get hard in my boxer briefs.
Fuck, I hope no one sees me like this.
Tim guided me again. We stepped back on pavement. I heard him unlock our door. I did everything to remain as expressionless and silent as possible, despite the excitement that was welling up inside of me.
Inside was colder than I expected - I must have left the air on. Tim had me sit on the floor. He pulled my underwear off. He brought my legs together and tied my ankles. I felt him pinch my nose, and instinctively opened my mouth. He gagged me with a handkerchief.
Snap
Tim removed my blindfold.
I was tied up, naked, and cleave gagged.
And I wasn't in our house.
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I immediately started struggling and yelling into my gag.
Where the fuck was I?
A quick glance revealed I was in some garage. Tools liked the walls, as did a huge array of bdsm equipment. Random boxes and containers were carefully arranged on the floor.
Who's garage was this? Why did Tim bring me here?
Tim ignored my muffled pleas for answers, turned off the lights, and closed the door. Leaving me tied up, alone in a dark, strange place.
I tried to find some slack in the ropes around my wrists. No luck. The double column tie was tight.
I changed my approach.
I rolled over onto my back and stretched as far back as I could. I grabbed my ankles with my wrists, as if in a strict hogtie. I fumbled around in the dark for the knot securing my ankles. Every few seconds I had to pause stretch out, and let my muscles relax, but soon enough I was able to find and untie the knot. I pulled my feet free and stood up.
With my hands still bound behind my back, I walked over to the door and tried to open it.
Only to find it was locked.
I focused my attention on my gag. It was a simple cleave gag - a hot aesthetic but otherwise ineffective. I was able to use my tongue to push it out.
“Where the fuck am I?” I yelled, “Let me out!”
I tried the door handle again. This time it turned.
As I opened the door, Tim was waiting on the other side. He grabbed my bound hands with one hand, and covered my mouth with his other hand.
“Shut the fuck up.” He demanded. He pinched my nose, cutting off my air completely. My eyes went wide.
“This is your new home. I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want to you. I'm going to hurt you. You can scream and beg as much as you want, but no one will hear you. We’re miles from any other house.”
He released my nose and I breathed in. He pinched it closed again.
“Your friends and family all know me, all love me.” He continued, “they’ll believe me when I say I don't know where you went. No one will know where to look for you. You're mine to use as long as I want.”
He let go of my nose. I breathed in. I was shaking.
“Now. You can lay down on this carpet, or I can throw you down on the concrete. Your choice.”
I laid down on the carpet.
Tim sat down on my back, pinning me down as he reached over and locked leather cuffs to my ankles.
I was genuinely afraid. This was much more intense than any scene we’d done. What if it wasn't a scene. What if Tim had gotten tired of having a willing sub that he could pretend to capture and wanted a real victim. I thought about using our safe word. But stopped myself and remained silent.
If this was all part of a scene - a very elaborate kidnap and torture scene - it was incredibly hot. If he did still care about me and have my best interest at heart I was really excited to see where this was going.
And if it wasn't a scene, if Tim really did plan on keeping me as a prisoner to torture as long as he wanted, he wouldnt listen to a safeword anyway.
I kept silent as he locked my ankles in the leather cuffs, untied my hands, and locked leather cuffs on my wrists. I heard a padlock click as he secured my hand together behind my back.
Tim got off of me and gave my bound hands a rough pull upwards. I winced in pain and stood up as quick as I could. Tim marched me over to a wooden sawhorse that had eyeholes on each leg.
He bend me over the sawhorse and padlocked my ankle cuff to each leg of of the sawhorse at one end. He unlocked the padlock securing my wrist cuffs together. Before I had a chance to break free, he grabbed my right arm and pulled it against the top right leg of the sawhorse. He padlocked my wrist cuff to the eyehook and quickly did the same to my left hand. Last he shoved a ball gag into my mouth, pulling the strap behind my head as tight as it would go.
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I was trapped, bent over naked and cuffed to the sturdy wooden sawhorse. My back and ass were fully defenseless.
Tim grabbed a flogger off the wall. I immediately shook my head and pleaded ‘no’. But Tim ignored my muffled begging and struck my bare back.
I screamed into the gag. Tim hit me again.
Then again. Then again. The again.
5 times he flogged me before giving me a reprieve. I panted and heaved as much as I could with the rubber ball in my mouth.
Tim walked behind me. I felt a lubed dildo push against my asshole. I clenched up, tried to wiggle away. No use. Tim pushed the silicone cock into my ass. I clenched my fists as he pushed it much deeper than I would have willingly allowed. Then he let go.
“Keep it in.” He said.
I clenched, terrified of what would happen if I disobeyed. Tim grabbed the flogger and whipped me again.
He flogged me, over and over, harder each time. I screamed in pain, I begged him to stop. But he just kept hitting. He whipped me harder than I thought I could take -past the point I thought I could bear- because it didn't matter, there was nothing I could do to stop him. I would endure every hit because I had no choice.
Every few hits he paused and gave me a reprieve. Never long enough for the pain to stop. Each sequence of whipping was different. I could never predict how many times he would hit me in a row.
I was on the verge of tears. And I was hard on as a rock.
It was so painful, so scary, so unbelievably hot. Whether this was real or a just a really good scene didn't matter. I was helpless. I was defenseless. I was his to do whatever he wanted with. For whatever it says about me as a person, the situation Tim had put me in had me on a hair trigger; the slightest touch to my cock would push me over the edge.
On one of the reprieves from the flogging I fucked up. I relaxed just a bit too much. I loosened up. The dildo slid out of my ass.
I shook my head and tried to apologize through the ball gag. Tim walked to the wall and returned with a wooden paddle.
He struck my ass, over and over, until I was screaming. He stopped beating me for just long enough to massage my ass cheeks and let me breathe. Then he slapped me again.
Tim continued this cycle until he'd had enough. I was a shaking, quivering mess.
I didn't try to resist as he shoved his dick into my ass. Anything was a welcome change from the brutal hitting.
He fucked me, rough and selfishly. At the last moment he pulled out and came on my back.
He left the room to clean himself up. I stood in silence, chained to the sawhorse, my ass and back unbelievably sore. When he returned, I immediately tensed up, terrified of what he might do next.
Tim ignored me and walked over to a different corner of the garage. I heard rustling chains and the distinctive ‘clink’ of locks closing. I couldn't quite make out what he was doing, but I was sure I'd learn soon enough.
Tim returned to me, and unlocked the padlocks securing my wrists to the sawhorse. He forced my arms behind my back and relocked the cuffs together. He unlocked the padlocks attaching my ankles to the sawhorse.
He led me over to the prison he'd prepared for me. Spread out on the concrete were metal hooks attached to the floor, from each hook he'd attached a chain that pointed towards the center. A very similar set up to the times he'd staked me out on our hiking trip. He led me over, forced me to the ground, sat on top of me, and began locking my limbs to the chains.
Tim padlocked each of my leather cuffs to a different chain, which was in turn locked to a hook in the floor. When he was finished I was spread-eagle, my bare ass on the cold floor, my wrists and ankles in locked, inescapable cuffs.
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Tim sat down beside me and ran his fingers along my vulnerable body.
“I can do whatever I want to you, Doug” he said, “I can hurt you. I can fuck you. I can leave you here alone.”
I whimpered into the gag. This couldn't be real, right? This has to be part of the scene. And yet, it felt so real, to a point that I was genuinely afraid.
“It will take time,” Tim grabbed my dick, which made me tense up, “but I'll eventually break you. You'll realize there's no escape. You'll realize that you have no control over yourself. You'll accept that I alone can give you pain and pleasure.”
I gave a pitiful, muffled “why?” through my gag.
“I was tired of pretending” he said, gently tracing his fingers along my exposed body. “The fake kidnapping and pretend chloroforming was fun for a bit, but I was never really in control. There was always a chance you'd stop playing along, or decide you didn't want to be tied up anymore.”
Tim wrapped his hand around my hard cock. I whimpered and stared at him with pleading, terrified eyes.
“Now I don't need to worry about that,” Tim continued, “you’ll never leave me because I'll never let you leave. You'll never stop me from trying whatever new kink or scene I want to try because I'll give you no choice. I'll know all your reactions are real because this isn't a game anymore.”
Tim began to jack me off. He brought me to the edge, and then let go. After a few seconds he started again. Each time bringing me closer to the edge than I thought possible before stopping. I thrust my hips, whined into the gag, tried desperately to make myself cum.
But he didn't let me cum, not until he was ready.
Long after I was a mindless, horny mess -long past the point that the edging has become torture- Tim brought me over the edge. I shot my load far all the way to my chest. It was the strongest orgasm I'd had in weeks.
I waited for Tim to release me. To reveal this had all been an incredibly hot scene he'd planned.
Instead he got up, walked to the door, turned off the light, and left me tied up in the dark.
Alone to wonder:
Was he telling the truth?
Was this all an elaborate extended scene?
And most importantly,
How long would it take me to know which one it was?