My secret would be getting captured during a walk or a cruise by being chloroformed, get blindfolded, get a headset up my ears with vocal reprogamming hynosis, so when we arriving at your place, your newly hunted fag is ready to be taken, Sir
Routines. The silliest routines are the easiest way for you to fall into a hunters trap.
For you, it was your daily walk through the park at the exact same time, walking the exact same way, and those routines, let anyone drop their guard.
It all happened so fast. You didnt even see your attacker at all. The only thing you felt was a wet cloth covering nearly your entire face. That burning, chemical smell invaded your nostrils, your lungs and finally, your brain. As you grew weaker, someone steadied you. Two big arms wrapped around your body, hugging you, lovingly almost.
You didnt feel pain, no stress, no fear. As your eyes grew heavy, and as you lost control of your limbs, you felt your mind drifting away.
But it was far from over.
When you came to your senses, you tried to open your eyes, but the darkness wouldnt subside. Indeed, you were blindfolded, and gagged. Tape was covering your mouth and part of your neck. Someone made sure you wouldnt get it off on your own.
To make things worse, your hands and ankles were tied together as well. So tight, infact, you felt so much pressure anytime you tried to move.
You couldnt see, couldnt talk, couldnt move. But you heard someone move all around you. By the smell of his cologne you assumed it was a man, a beefy man, just by the feeling of his arms around your chest earlier.
"Finally got you little one." A deep voice echoes through you, sending shivers down your spine. Now you were scared. What was he going to do to you?
"This will be fun." His oily voice ran down your back, making you shiver.
He then covered your ears with huge headphones, making it even harder for you to make out anything. Still, you tried to call for help, but the tape wouldnt let you even breathe properly. Muffled screams filled your mind, and then you realized when the engine roared to life, shaking your surroundings. You were sitting in a car, an old car to be precise.
Shaking heavily, you tried to wake up. This must be a bad dream right? Maybe a prank?
That all changed when the speakers turned alive, playing some weird, loud music. Its rhythm rushed through your body, and it reacted right away. Somehow, this music calmed you down. Maybe it was the soft bass, maybe the idyllic background noises. Anyway, your breathing slowed down quickly, and you felt more and more relaxed.
But there was something hidden underneath many layers, deep inside the music. Words, phrases, little commands. But the most important thing was obedience.
Be a good boy. Just relax. Its so easy, isnt it?
Its tiresome to fight, to revolt. Just let go.
You felt conflicted. Leaning in to these messages made you feel better, but something felt wrong. Your body, on the other hand, was willing to follow those commands.
Hard. Get hard. Even harder. Just listen. And get hard.
All of your muscles were bulging, growing bigger and bigger. So did your cock.
You felt it bulge inside your pants, as if trying to break free, break through the fabric barely able to contain it.
To make matters worse, you felt a huge hand on your thighs. The man was still here, watching, with growing desire himself. His giant hand grabbed your vibrating cock, and started to play with it.
It felt so good, even though, you didnt like it at first.
With the music still playing, those commands ringing through your head, your tried your best to fight back. But no mind could withstand that for too long.
You didnt even know for how long you were in this state. The man kept edging you on and on and on. But you were never able to cum. Something prevented you from getting that desired relief.
The tape on your mouth was already drenched by you drooling heavily. A huge wet spot covered your crotch. Precum, more and more precum. That was all that came out of your cock.
Until you couldnt take it anymore. It was easier to give in anyway.
You leaned your head back against the car seat, and as your eyes rolled back into your skull, you felt the tip of your cock finally shoot load after load. The man kept fondling your wet meat, as more and more cum spread all over your trousers.
With every drop, every twitch, every shot, you felt not only your balls draining, but your mind as well.
You didnt care anymore about the music, the tape, the blindfold. Cumming was all on your mind. Cumming and pleasing your master.
You were so far gone, you didnt even notice the man leading you into his house. Where he removed all your restrains. You didnt need them anymore after all.
He took of your jacket and shirt, but left your stained trousers untouched. The man inspected you closely, while you looked at him, with vacant, foggy eyes.
This was the mean who owned you. You need him. You need to obey him.
Be a good toy. Just obey
I will obey, Sir
