By Wakeysub

What follows is a semi-autobiographical account based on a truly life changing role play session with Conradfan who I met through Recon. Before we met I was a lurker where all the action was in my head and I thank him for restraining me tightly and releasing my “inner pervert.” Thank you Conradfan, Sir. December 2016.

Abduction

For years, I had been a lurker on Recon reading profiles and talking to Tops who had profiles which got me excited. Most nights I lay in bed reading profiles with a tight grip on my cock living out my fantasies in my head of what sort of ecstasy I would experience if I only had the nerve to go through with it. Over time I convinced myself that my only sexual contact would be solo and I got more and more used to it. I stocked up on toys and restraint so I could fulfil at least some of my desires to give up control completely to a real Man – but always with me retaining a degree of control.

That all changed one day when I logged on and I had been cruised. I browsed to the profile and read with interest.

Like older (45+) chubby guys. Love to see them wearing suits, uniforms etc. Into bondage. Like to tie such guys up tight so that the abductee cannot move. Can role-play … kidnap, abduction scenes etc.

Something about the advert got me really excited – not sure if it was the age range, the fact that he was looking for chubby guys or the fact that he was offering tight bondage. Anyway, I decided to throw caution to the wind and make contact. We chatted at length and before I knew it we had exchanged phone numbers and I had given him my email address. For some reason, I just trusted this man from the first minute and I knew I was going to go through with this and for the first time ever give up total control to another man.

We agree that we would go through an abduction role play – I would travel by train to a town about 30 miles from my house and get a taxi from the station to a dark, quiet lane about 10 minutes’ drive from the station. He gave me very detailed instructions including his car registration. From then onwards I would have no control until I was delivered back to the railway station the next day for my return home. As I read the instructions I got more and more excited running through what might happen to me during my abduction. I booked the train ticket to arrive in the town shortly after it got dark and as instructed I booked an open return so I could get any train back – my abductor would decide when I would be released.

The days to my abduction seemed to really drag but finally I found myself sat on a rattly train making way to my abduction – as I travelled it hit me that I didn’t know my abductor’s name, his address or any other details other than his car registration and a mobile number. What was I letting myself in for?

As instructed I was wearing a shirt and tie and I was conscious that I was really jumping into the unknown. My cock just got harder and harder at the prospect and for some reason my normal level headedness just seemed to desert me. The normal me would have run through scenarios where I was found dead on a ditch or just disappeared and was never seen again but still I pushed ahead. As the train pulled into the station I got a text on my phone and it read “Go” – the agreed signal that everything was in place for the abduction – if there had been issues then the message would have been “abort” and I would have to wait for a phone call with new instructions. So, I jumped in a taxi and gave him the address my abductor had given me – it was about 5 minutes’ walk from the drop off point to the agreed point. I was conscious that the lanes I was walking along were unlit and it was an industrial district full of derelict buildings. It was deserted, there was nobody in sight and no sign of any cctv or other security. My pulse quickened as I walked further into the darkness until I finally saw the outline of a car parked in the darkness. I moved closer until I could finally make out the car registration but there was no sign of anybody in the vicinity. I moved to the tailgate of the car and opened it and placed my bag into the boot as instructed. Suddenly I felt a hand tightly gripping the back of my neck and something pushed into my spine. A voice whispered in my ear.

“I’ve got a gun. Put your hands behind your back you fat bastard and if you make a sound then you’ll regret it”.

I complied without thinking and felt and heard the click as a pair of handcuffs were closed around my wrists – his grip on the back of my neck tightened.

“Open your mouth you pig”. The gag was pressed in place with the leather plate holding my tongue down. I felt him tighten the gag and the gag was pulled tight over my mouth. Any opportunity for speech was gone but I was still stunned from the initial attack. His grip loosened on the back of my neck but I felt the barrel of his gun pressed into my ribs again reminding me, as if it was necessary, that I was at a severe disadvantage. I heard a rustling behind me and I felt a heavy canvas bag being pulled over my head, what little vision I’d had in the dark lane disappeared. He turned me round and pushed me so I was sat on the edge of the car boot. I felt him putting metal cuffs around my ankles and as he closed them I heard them click as they closed tighter. I felt his hands gripping each of the cuffs as he used the keys on each of the cuffs to double lock them – these weren’t coming off until he wanted them to and in the meantime my feet were joined by what felt like about a foot of chain, I wasn’t going to be walking anywhere in a hurry. He leant down and whispered in my ear and told me to stand. He gripped my shoulder and turned me round and pushed me forward so I fell into the boot of the car. I felt him loop rope around my neck and he pulled it backwards and at the same time my legs were drawn up to put me into a hogtie. The legs were pulled up as high as possible and finally he grabbed the handcuffs and bring them up so my hands and ankles were tied together and the head pulled back as far as possible.

“Very nice you fat sod – all trussed up ready for transportation. Hope you are comfortable because we a have a nice long journey ahead of us”

I heard the boot as it slammed shut and then after a short delay a car door was slammed and the engine started. What the hell had I let myself in for? I was trussed up in the boot of a car being driven by a man whose name I didn’t know going to I don’t know where. This was so out of character for me it made no sense at all. But still I was here and I wasn’t going anywhere unless he decided to let me go.

The journey just seemed go on forever but I had no concept of time. All I could judge by was the number of bumps in the road, there were loads and the floor of the boot isn’t padded like the seats so I felt every bump to the max. As I tried to relax my legs the tension on the rope around my neck increased and I struggled for breath so I spent the journey either suffocating or suffering from cramped legs. I lost track of time but still the journey went on. I tried to keep track of the journey as the car turned left and right but after a few turns I completely lost track. I had no idea where I was. How far had we travelled since the abduction?

The car slowed, turned and slowly made its way down a road which felt much rougher than anything I had experienced so far. As we moved on the bumping got worse and we got progressively slower and slower until suddenly the car stopped and the engine turned off. I could feel my heart beating faster with anticipation and nervousness. I was split between excitement for what was about to happen and at the same time regretting that I ever went ahead with the meeting but knowing it was too late now.

I heard the click as the boot was unlocked. I felt the ropes holding my cuffs in place loosen and for the first time in what seemed like forever I could relieve the tension in my legs and breathe at the same time. I couldn’t stretch out because of the size of the boot but I could at least move my legs. I felt arms under my pits lifting me out of the boot and sitting me again on the edge of the boot cuffed at the ankles and wrists, gagged and blindfolded, with no idea where I was, who I was with or what was in store for me.

 

Induction

 

I felt the noose around my neck tighten and I rose to reduce the tension. As I did I felt it pull me forward and I followed stumbling as quickly as the foot-long chain joining my ankles would let me. He didn’t seem to care about the restriction of the chain and I had to stumble faster and faster to avoid being throttled by the rope around my neck. I had no idea where we were going but the ground underfoot felt rough and unmade.

After a few minutes of me stumbling in the darkness we stopped and I heard the click of a key in a lock and the squeak of an unoiled door hinge as the door was opened.

The noose tightened again as I was pulled forward and I nearly tripped when I got to the doorstep but recovered just in time. I stepped up onto a solid floor – wherever we were going we had arrived. I heard the door close and lock behind me and then a metallic clang as a second door was closed and locked.

I felt hands on my shoulder pushing me forward and positioning me. The noose round my neck pulled upwards and I realised that he must be suspending me from the ceiling. I struggled as the noose pulled tighter and it only stopped when I was standing on tip toe. The hood left me disoriented and in complete darkness.

“Welcome to my playroom you fat, gay bastard – do you know what I do to scum like you in this place? Your every nightmare is going to come true here and nobody will ever hear you scream!!”

My heart beat faster in my chest and at the same time my cock was throbbing in my pants.

“So, let’s start by getting you ready for the fun. First we need to find what you’re hiding and collect all your valuables”

I felt his hands running roughly over my body frisking every inch of my body. As he ran his hands over my cock and balls he gave them a hard squeeze which made me groan into the gag. He lingered when he ran his hand over my trouser pocket and his he roughly pulled my phone and wallet out,

“Nice phone, you won’t be needing that and I have a friend who will give me a great price for it. I felt a sense of panic overwhelming me but at the same time my cock just got harder and harder.

“Now Let’s see what you have under those clothes shall we?” I sensed him at my feet as he tapped my right ankle and told me to lift my right foot. He pulled the shoe off without undoing the laces and pulled my sock off. He repeated this with my left shoe and sock.

I felt his hand at my throat and I felt the tie being undone and pulled roughly from my collar. My shirt was next to go as he ripped the front open causing the buttons to be torn off. I felt a blade at my right wrist as he carefully cut the sleeve open – the feel of the steel against my skin causing me to shiver. My left sleeve was the next and once he was finished the shirt dropped away. I felt his hand running around my stomach and across my erect nipples.

“You really are a fat bastard aren’t you – I’m going to enjoy using you”

He took both my nipples in his fingers and pinched them hard – I squirmed and he laughed. He told me he loved a sub with sensitive tits because they were a great target for abuse.

“Now let’s lose the trousers”. I felt the metal at my right ankle and he pulled away cutting up the outside of my trousers until he got to the waistband. He had to pull harder to cut through the band but his knife must have been sharp because he quickly cut through and I felt the trousers drop on my right-hand side exposing my leg. I felt the knife by my left ankle. The feeling of the fabric being pulled and cut was repeated as he sliced up the left leg. This time he went through the waistband more easily and I felt the trousers dropping and being pulled away. I had worn a jockstrap and I now found myself stood naked wearing nothing but the jockstrap. This was soon remedied as the knife sliced through the waistband and the straps. There I was naked with a raging hardon.

“Do you call that a cock you pathetic bastard – the only thing that’s good for is for torturing. I can see you are close to cumming though sub and we need to do something about that you fat sod before we continue – you won’t be cumming again until I decide you can – and that isn’t going to happen”. He laughed. I felt his hands playing with my cock and balls and was sure that if he continued for just a few more strokes I would explode. He knew what he was doing though and suddenly I felt a searing pain through my cock and balls – I tried to move away but the noose held me in place and whatever he had pressed to my cock and balls just stayed in place.

“You like my ice-pack. It’s been in the freezer for hours so it’s going to really chill you down”. He pressed it harder and I could feel my cock softening as the ice pack had the desired effect. When he was satisfied, I felt the pressure reducing and he took my cock and balls in his fist and pulled away. I felt a metal ring closing tightly around my cock and balls. It felt very solid. He laughed as the ring closed and I felt him fitting a metal cage over my cock. I could feel him moving the cage and the ring to get the two halves correctly aligned and I hear an audible click as the two parts aligned and locked together. He laughed again and I heard another click as he locked the cage in place. The cage was small and even my small soft cock filled the cage to the max.

“There, all locked up tight and the good news for you is you don’t need to worry about me losing the keys. I’ve already thrown the keys away – you aren’t coming out of there in a hurry.”

I felt my cock hardening in the cage but there was nowhere for it to go and before I knew it my cock head was pressed painfully against the end of the cage.

“What are you – some sort of fat pervert. I can’t believe you’re getting hard you sick sod”

How did I get here?? I’m naked, hooded, gagged, hanging by a noose from the ceiling with my cock straining to get hard inside a tight, unyielding metal chastity. I still have no idea where I am or what is in store for me?

 

Interrogation

 

I felt the hood being loosened from around my throat and then roughly pulled up and away. I blinked as I went from pitch darkness to fluorescent light. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light and in front of me was a bare breeze block wall. I started to glance around but before I had chance to take anything in I got smacked on the ass hard.

“Keep your eyes forward you fat bastard – focus on the X on the wall” I looked ahead and stared at the stark black X which had been stencilled onto the bare block wall.

“Welcome to your new home sub. I think we need to start by agreeing some new rules. As long as you are here you will do exactly what I say. You will be punished in whatever ways I decide. I know we discussed a safeword but I will decide your limits going forward and I will decide when a session should stop. As long as you are here you have a new name – you will be called 626 and to make sure you don’t forget I will be writing it on your forehead, your pec and your ass – that way you and anyone else will know who you are”. I struggled and tried to say I wanted out but again it only came out as mumbled grunts.

Now let’s see what you have in your wallet – ah, your return ticket. He held the ticket just in front of my eyes and laughed “You won’t be needing that” I watched in panic as I saw the ticket being ripped into pieces. I felt my heart pounding in my chest as the realisation dawned that I was into this so much deeper than I ever expected. I looked up and for the first time I saw my abductor staring into my eyes and when he saw the panic he had been hoping for he laughed and smacked me hard on the ass.

“Keep your eyes on the fucking X you fat bastard. If you can’t handle basic instructions you’ve got a rough ride ahead of you.”

“So, what presents have you brought me in your wallet – sixty pounds, that very generous of you. So many credit cards – I will have fun getting the PIN numbers for those out of you and once I do I have some friends who will pay me well for the chance to spend your money. They are going to love you.” I tried to cry out but the gag meant that the only noise coming out was an unintelligible groan”

He punched me hard in the stomach.

“I thought I told you to be quiet you queer bastard – when I want to hear you screaming I will give you something to scream about”

“Now I need your PIN numbers and there are two ways for you to give them to me – an easy way and a hard way. The easy way is quick but really boring for me, the hard way will take a LONG time, you will hate it but eventually you will give me what I want – which do you prefer?” I was still gagged so I couldn’t respond with anything other than mumbled groans.

“OK – the hard way it is then!! I’m pleased because there is so much of you to play with.”

“Let’s get you ready for the fun. Now don’t move an inch or you’ll regret ever being born.”

I felt his firm grip on my right wrist and then I heard the click as he unlocked the cuff. I felt it fall away from my wrist and a minute later there was another click as the left cuff was unlocked. Before I could do anything, he had replaced the cuffs with heavy steel cuffs with integrated locks. The cuffs were thick, solid and I was immediately conscious of the additional weight pulling my arms down. He dropped down and unlocked the ankle cuffs only to replace them with solid metal cuffs which matched the ones on my wrists. He stepped back.

“There my fat slut you look a lot better now – only one thing missing”. I shivered as the thick metal loop closed around my neck, it was thick steel, heavy and unyielding. I was conscious that the collar was forcing me to keep my head up, it was tight and held my head in place looking forward. I heard the click of a lock and I realised that it had the same integrated lock as the cuts. As the collar lock clicked shut I felt my cock swell painfully in its steel cage.

 

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The author of this story, Wakeysub, may be contacted at wakeysub@gmail.com.