(Fiction) I was in that fetish club again that Friday, when that guy approached me and started chatting. He seemed to have quite an interest and i enjoyed him as well.
I never say no to some good rope bondage, so when he asked to rope me up i did not even hesitate to agree. He definitely was an expert, not 15 minutes later already i sat like this in the lobby of the club, arms and hands rendered utterly useless and legs tampered with, unable to stretch then, so standing upright was not an option, hence he had me sitting loke this instead.
He also used a huge sponge, shoved it fully into my mouth before using plenty duct tape from under nose to under chin to ensure it remains in place and removed my ability to do more than muffled grunts or moans, given the volume of chatter and music noise, barely heard when standing a few feet away from me. A few strips of that tape then also added over my eyes, neatly reaching sufficient high and low, ensured that i was in total darkness then as well.
The problem was, as horny as i was t that moment, one would have been easily spotting my hard dick under my jeans, he actually left me there to my own, just went back inside to have fun with others. What i did not know as well, he made it very clear to everyone that i was not to be released, helped or even touched in any way, i was 'his'.
So it was no surprise that nobody acted on my struggles, constant moans and grunts for help once i figured out that there wasn't anything else going to happen, now that he rendered me helpless. Atms and hands useless, i could have gotten up from the couch, but neither stand up with the way my legs were also tied to the torso rope harness, but moreover, i was unable to see, where would i go blind as a bat.
So i had little choice, as long as nobody responded to my grunts and moans, i was stuck, waiting here for a release. I must have been sitting quite a number of hours, those nights usually went on until early mornings, i also had to embarrass myself by pissing into my jeans, unable to get to a toilet when i could not hold it anymore. So when the music suddenly stopped and the chatter noises passing me on their way out - of coure all still ignoring my grunts for help - also disappeared, i realized how long i had been left suffering here already.
Finally then someone attended me, ripped the tape off my eyes, i took some time to adjust to the sudden bright light and loose the blurriness in my vision. He stood there with a devilish grin:
'I had a fantastic night, but it's not over yet, your turn now to be mine.
You know the location, it's about half a mile to leave this industrial area and get to the main road. Once there, turn right, away from the path back to the city center. Simply follow that road then.
It';s about five miles to go before you reach an unpaved path turning off the main road, there's a sign saying it's leading to the Old Mill. About 4 miles in you will then actually real that old mill. I actually bought that a long time ago and turned it into my living place, obviously making use of the existing facilities in much different ways as well.
It's going to be some effort, only able to walk in a crouched posture, but you should be able to make it at some point in the afternoon to arrive there. Yes, your understood right, i won't untie you just yet, there's plenty fun to have with you during the weekend. See you in a while then, boy.'
He then left and i since nobody else was helping me, i'd have to either walk like this into the city and hope to find someone helping me out, embarrassing myself in my piss soaked jeans, gagged and roped clearly voluntarily, who knows who or what i'd be running into, and it was also several miles to there, or follow his description and at least head for some more fun, not being ignored like the entire night, but getting some horny times out of this situation.
The hours to get there were hell, i never imagined how difficult such a walk with legs tied like this would be, so it took forever and i was aching everywhere by the time i finally reached that old mill.
It obviously was longer than he expected too, i basically ran myself into the door a few times as i was unable to reach a door bell or shout for him, when he finally opened the door i could see he was woken up for a good sleep. He did confirm, not amused bout my arrival way later than expected.
He didn't talk much, led me around the building to the backside, about 50 feet away from the building was a concrete round sort of mini silo built into the ground, maybe 10 feet deep, 5 feet diameter. He had me sit at it's rim, my bent legs dangling into it, then grabbed me by the rope harness and pushed me forward, letting me slowly lower down into that silo until his reach was exhausted, telling me i should get ready to catch the remaining distance falling with my legs on the count of three.
He literally dropped me then, but i managed, it was not too much of a height anymore, so i ended up kneeling in the dirt down there then, stil gagged, still without arms or hands or legs to stretch.
In the concrete inside a few steel bars were mounted as sort of a ladder, he climbed down then to join me, just to immediately grab a shackle almost hidden in the piles of leaves and dirt of that floor, quickly locked that one on my right ankle before i could even react, then showing me the attached chain, pulling it also out of that dirt covering it, it's end being embedded into a massive hook embedded into the concrete of the floor. Only then he actually removed the ropes preventing my legs to stretch, but left the rest as it was, just climbing out of that hole then and standing on top of it, looking down on me. I on the other hand, without hands or arms, even without being shackled to the floor by that chai i would not have been able to climb up there, but the chain made it even more clear that he did not intend to let me out there.
'I will have so much fun with you, you cannot imagine.
First time i saw you in the club, i had it in for you, i knew, you were the one i want to have, not just have, but have and keep. From that day on it was all about preparations. I had numerous fake identities on the various fetish sites you had profiles on, you do not know it, but we talked under those aliases a lot in the past two years, i know more about you than you imagine.
I hunted down all information about you, everything one can find out, you bet i did find out. i cloned your mobile, i hacked into all your accounts, nothign is a secret to me anymore.
Then i steered things the right way, several of the 'encounters' with tops and bottoms you had were arranged by me, finding out the few little special things i needed to know as well, but even more, you go that new job 8 months ago, initially surprised why you got that offer, but with a better salary and a simpler job it was clear you'd not resist accepting it.
Your current boss, well, married 15 years, 2 beautiful children, a good career with a homophobic CEO as his boss, but kinky as fuck and every other month spending a long weekend right here in this mill as my slave, he'd do any 'favor' i'd ask to keep that a secret. Well, he'll 'reassign' you to a new job in an abroad warehouse that company runs, so nobody will 'wonder' why you no longer show up in the office there. I'll keep your salary as a compensation for the cost of keeping you.
NO wall i have left it to arrange with your former landlord to clear out your apartment, terminate all contracts and subscriptions you have and take care of your local registration, filing or your 'move abroad' there.
Now, until tomorrow night, that gag stays in, letting you calm and get a grip on your situation, the futility of trying or even thinking you could influence anything happening from here onward. Then i will remove it, however, you have seen the path to here, shout as much as you want, there is nobody hearing it anyway. But also, any resistance, any rebelling, any disobedience or shouting and screaming will mean you get no food or water that day. Since you did not have anything since last evening and won't get anything until tomorrow night, you get a first glimpse of the starving and thirst coming with such punishment, it's your choice whether you get fed and watered or not, make a wise choice there, boy. B a good, obedient and compliant boy, you get well fed and watered.
I'll monitor if anyone would actually look for you, the authorities certainly believe you left country, but just in case i missed something or someone, you will be kept the coming few weeks right as and where you are. When i confirm that nobody even thinks about you anymore, that's when i get you out of here and we start your training, and by the time the rigorous harsh training is done, ou won't even remember your past or what being a free human means, you won't even be able to exist without restraints and captivity as that toy i then have turned you into.
So get familiar with those thoughts, you won't be able to influence anything coming to you anymore. I'll see yo tomorrow evening, boy.'
After that he left my view, i was alone, staring at a cloudy sky above me, the only view left from down there, down here where as i understood will be all there is for weeks... Can he really do all that, did he do all that, will he get away with all that? i asked a few sozen questions over and over in my mind, but could not find an answer that would give me assurance that this 'wasn't it' for me.
---- concluding comment ----
He could, he did, and he got away with it, i simply wasn't seen of heard of by anyone anymore at all since that weekend and even today, that hood i wear will come off only when it needs replacement, in many many years given how sturdy and well it is made. so even if at any time someone may see me around here in the mill or around it, they'd still never find out who i am... aeh... was..., because after all the years passed already, i am not only aware that it's final, i have started forgetting that past self even...
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