(Fiction) I took a relaxing walk through the woods outside of the city here during my business trip, but 20 minutes in, I stumbled over this guy… I could not actually believe it, sneaks and white socks, some boxers, a brim cap, but he sat under a branch of a fallen tree, sitting, ropes on his ankles connected to his neck visible, his arms over his head tied to that branch and a quite severe black tape gag keeping him grunt almost unheard from the far.
When he noticed me and saw I was approaching he clearly grunted louder and struggled quite a bit. Standing in front of him at the end I asked if this was a fun game or if he needed to get free, but he just kept grunting and shaking his head. I removed the tape from his head then and he was immediately swearing in his language, but also then begged me to release him.
The ropes were quickly removed, and while rubbing his sore wrists and mumbling in his language some stuff I did not understand, I looked at the scenario I just saw before and wondered, telling him then that I am sure there was a way to get free, it did not look that extensive. He shook his head and confirmed he tried for the last few hours, but could 'just' not reach what was needed. I kept shaking my head, bragging I am sure I'd have been out there in a whim.
He seemed upset and shouted back at me, if I was so certain about that, why would I not show it to him then, I will sit there in his shorts the way he did, then I can find out how futile it is.
I calmed him down, but could not let go of it, I was certain, so I told him that I'd be happy to demonstrate. I wasn't fully aware of his intent to also swap all of the outfits, but he stood there kicking off his sneaks, getting his socks off and taking down the boxers, looking at me with an expecting expression on his face. I decided to go along, why not, I did have a slight fancy for wearing other guys clothes anyway, so that was not an issue then.
Wearing his boxers, socks, sneaks and even the brim cap the way backwards he had it prior, he positioned me sitting under that branch then where he was before. While doing so he made even small talk, where I was from, what I did here and such, I told him about the business trip and the relaxing walk I took after quite a day of stressful meetings.
He placed during that my hands above my head, crossed wrists, then started to tie them to that branch the same way he had them, tight enough not to be able to get free but also not be able to move those arms from the x-crossed posture much, plenty rope wound around the branch, barely any space between hands and branch and then knotted shut, tight and just between crossed wrists and branch, my hands certainly would not reach them, but I still was confident.
He then attended the ankles, feet tight next to each other, plenty rounds of rope around the ankles and also between the roped ankles to tighten it a little more even, he then folded up my legs so my thighs touched my chest, then started pressing them even tighter against my chest, only then he used the long ends of the ankle ropes to lead those behind my neck, pushing down my head a little even before winding it twice around the neck, and then leading it back to the ankles where the knotted it expertly shut again.
He then looked around and went over to a near tree stump, behind it then, whoever did it to him threw away the roll duct tape, he grabbed it and went to work on my head. The rag he had in his mouth, still very wet from his saliva, went into my mouth and he started taping over mouth and around my head several times, covering from just under the nose to just under the chin, but then also continued, just like he had, to wind more tape over my head and under the chin until I figured that I had almost no movement in my jaw, that tape kept it firmly shut.
He then ditched the tape back where he picked it up and stood in front of me, still actually naked, arms crossed in front of his chest, grinning, telling me to show him how to escape from it. I started my struggled, the way I envisioned it earlier, get on my tip toes, that should allow me to reach the tape and pull it off, which then allows me to use my teeth to free my hands.
I used my tied arms above to support me pulling myself up on tip toes, but immediately also noticed the rope around neck connected to the ankles was quite a hindrance. The way it was tightened earlier kept my legs firmly on my chest, so even on tip toes finally after quite some struggles, my head was still firmly pulled downward towards those ankles. With my hands having barely any room to move downward or get out of the crossed posture, I did try stretching myself upwards a lot, to the extent where the ropes around my neck tightened too much and I felt air and blood getting thinner to the extent of soon passing out if I continued.
But no matter how hard and how far I went with pulling myself towards the hands, I just could not reach that tape, my head was still at least two inches away from my fingers, additionally the balancing act I needed to perform to stay on tip toes in this predicament did not help either, forcing me to use the wrists tied to stabilize, and once I tried making use of those hands again I was finding my balled up body on tip toes tumble around again. Still… Whatever force I applied, however far I dared going to cut off blood and air with the neck rope, there was always that inch distance left at the end.
He watched me struggle for about ten minutes, kept grinning, then while I continued, he started getting dressed in my stuff. Undies, socks, sweatpants and hoodie, finally the sneaks as well. He even then checked my pockets, found my wallet and my hotel keys. I could not do anything about that, did not actually agree with it, but my struggling also exhausted me quickly, so at the end I decided to sit back as I was for a moment, I'd give it another shot soon.
He then said: 'I got as far as you got many times, but believe me, that is the extent of reach you have, 'just' not enough. And now that I am standing here, I think I should actually not get you off that spot. You see, I wasn't here for a few hours, I was here like this for the last three weeks already.
This used to be a cruising area, but because it was marked AYOR a long time ago, people started avoiding it. Gangs came along regular, robbed, abused, beat up the guys around here for fun. I came here out of curiosity, just to check the place out, but I ran into one of those gangs and they jumped me, stripped me down to that (pointing at me) and tied me here like this.
They come around every day, well some of them, not always the same, but they are all from the same gang. They pulled me regular on to my knees, pulled down the boxers and fucked me, other times they removed the gag and mouth fucked me, or it happened at the same time even. They did feed me every other day, but once they were done with having their fun, I ended up gagged sitting like that once again. Sometimes they showed up once day, sometimes more of them showed up during day or evening, but the purpose was always the same, fuck the crap out of my ass and mouth.
During all that time, I found out they had occupied my apartment, made it their home base, used my cards, money, gear, but they also posted clips and images of me being their toy all over the media, which led to what started a week ago, they brought strangers to use me the same way and I have seen them cash in for that at the end then also.
So when they come back either later today or tomorrow, if I am not siting here, I don't know what they would do, they have my name, my apartment, they are feared by everyone around here, so I guess if I leave them another toy behind, they might not go after me, or at least not so quick.
I'll go to your hotel, enjoy a long warm bath for sure, your ticket in your wallet said you are due to fly the day after tomorrow, giving me another extra day enjoying your hotel before I will use the night shift, likely not knowing your face, to check you out of the hotel. I know some guys and am pretty sure that I will be able to sell your cards and passport for good money to them, enough for me to move to the other side of the country and never run into that gang here again, and I am sure the content of your suitcase is enough to start fresh again.
Given how much those guys here enjoy abusing their victim, that being you from now on, and how they started making money off that as well, added to the fact that nobody else dares coming into this area anymore since a long time, I would say you are stuck here for as long as they can make money off you, which probably is a long time. They had no intention of releasing me ever as I heard them say many times, so I guess you're going to become just another 'disappeared' unsolved case at the end.
Well, I am off, a nice hot bath is waiting for me, you keep trying, as you said, it is easy to get out, well… enjoy the months and potentially years to come here.'
With that he disappeared and I grunted in protest for a while, but with him far already, he unlikely even heard it. Was that it? Was I to be stuck here like him forever? I had to get out, so I started again…
But…
We're a year further, I lost count how many hundreds dicks were in my ass and mouth so far and have given up expecting a change also by now. While they were initially surprised to find someone else sit here instead, they just took more clips and images to post and I became simply the 'replacement' with no change otherwise. The fact that they make even more money from a 'western foreigner' being available to abuse did not help in the futile hopes of a release at any time. Obviously I tried in the beginning, but the times without the gag I have learned to remain silent and resistance of any kind is futile, their punishments were torture of an extremely cruel kind whenever I did, so by now I am just a compliant helpless fuck toy they sell to anyone who pays enough.
After a year now, not having seen anyone but them and their 'paying guests' come by, I am certain a possible search for the disappeared me has stopped also by now, so this was it then, this was my life now, and nothing I could do about it… well… lessons learned, even if it is too late, no good deed goes unpunished…
