#ftm kidnapping

[fishboykissesboys]

what if i was perhaps a little fairy... and maybe you caught me in a bug enclosure and kept me and made me grind on your finger to get myself off every night. what then

[fishboykissesboys]

unfortunately when a white van follows me on the road i get more turned on by the thought of being kidnapped than afraid

[fishboykissesboys]

Well, I was caught. Turns out I'm not as subtle as I thought I was, and he woke up to find me rummaging through his clothes late one night. It was almost like he was ready to catch me, immediately grabbing my wrists and clipping handcuffs around them.

He led me to his guest room, where there was a collar sitting on the bed, and put it on me. He chained me to the bed, shoving me down so hard it made me dizzy.

The whole time, he was telling me about how he knew. How I wasn't slick, following him home, to work, to run errands. He knows I've been stealing his underwear and cologne, he knows I've been using his toys on myself when he's out of the house. It was obvious. I'm so bad at this.

"You dirty fucking creep. Let's see how you like being violated."

He strips me down, having to wrestle and rip my shirt just to get it around the chains. His hands start to wander, growling at me to stay still every time I start to squirm under his touches. He tortures me like this for hours- touching, licking, smelling, muttering how gross and creepy and weird I am. He never touches my dick, and he never takes his own clothes off. He just takes his time making sure I'm trembling and leaking and crying for more, and once he's done, he heads back to his own room to go to sleep, promising that I'll be punished even further tomorrow.