By lostouteast

Jimmy slowly came to. At least he thought he did. He wasn’t sure for a moment, as despite his open eyes, his world was dark. Jimmy’s head was throbbing, but as he reflexively tried to move his right hand towards his forehead, he felt a tug on his left wrist, and what appeared to be the cold unyielding grip of metal. As he tried to form the words, “what the fuck?” his tongue met a firm, yet supple material; something was filling his mouth and reducing his attempts at speech to muffled grunts. Jimmy soon found out that sitting up was an equally futile exercise. Wherever he had been lying unconscious for god knows how long, he could only lift his head about a foot before hitting what appeared to be a metal ceiling. He could feel his arms brushing against the bare skin of his torso; he was naked.

Panic began to set in and Jimmy instinctively tried to extend his legs in an attempt to break free of whatever container he had apparently been placed in. His legs didn’t get far before his wrists tried to follow. The unmistakable sound of links of steel jangling together confirmed that his ankles had been attached to his wrists by a short length of chain behind him. Not that it really mattered; wherever Jimmy was, he only fit in there because his knees were bent. Raw fear gripped him and he began throwing his body futilely against what seemed to be immovable walls, shouting as best he could around whatever was in his mouth. His efforts earned him nothing but shortness of breath, the sound of rattling chains and a thin layer of sweat. When he finally calmed himself, his ears picked up the hum of a motor, and he noticed that whatever he was lying down on was vibrating.

The gentle lurching of his body towards the direction his head was facing confirmed his suspicions; he had been stuffed in the trunk of someone’s car. As he tried to figure out how he got here, the memories came flooding back into Jimmy’s mind. He had been following his friend John through the airport parking lot when John remembered that he hadn’t paid for parking at the automatic kiosk inside the terminal building. John pressed the “open trunk” button on his car remote and told Jimmy to throw his bag in the back while he ran inside to pay. Jimmy had just heaved his luggage into the trunk when it happened. A hand holding a cloth was clamped over his face. His survival instincts kicked in, but it was too late. The last thing Jimmy remembered was a sweet scent and all the power draining from his muscles.

Jimmy snapped back to reality, still blind, bound and headed towards an unknown destination. His tongue instinctively explored the object in his mouth and what he discovered prompted a renewed fit of screams. The shape could mean nothing else. The piece of rubber in his mouth was molded to look like a penis. While Jimmy had fantasized about having another man fuck his mouth, he had never followed through. Now that the fantasy had become very real, Jimmy could no longer contain his disgust. He cursed, he made empty threats to the as of yet anonymous driver of the car, he screamed at the top of his lungs, but the gag did its job well, and what came out of his mouth amounted to little more than a series of “MMMFFFFPFHHHHH”s.

As if responding to Jimmy’s burst of anger, the car decelerated rapidly. Jimmy could feel the car moving to one side of the road and coming to a halt. One of the car doors opened and slammed shut. The hiss of the trunk door sliding open incited a new wave of muffled curses. An oddly familiar voice answered him.

“You know boy, you’re being awfully loud. All I wanted to do was have a nice relaxing ride home, but not even a gag is enough to shut you up it seems. Oh well, I have my own ways of getting you to behave.”

“FRRRRRKK ERRRHHOU! EERME OUGGH!”

“I can’t understand what you’re saying boy, but it seems like you want out of the trunk.”

“YEEEERRRGGHH EERME OUGGH!”

“Oh ok. Since you’re being such a pain in my ass, I’ll give you just what you want.”

With that, Jimmy could feel a pair of strong hands lifting him up onto his knees by his armpits. He could not have anticipated what would happen next. Suddenly he was airborne, but not for long. With a thud, Jimmy landed on his side on what appeared to be tall grass.

“Since you’re not in the mood to keep quiet on the way home, I’ve decided I’m not taking you home. I wonder what the person who finds you here on the side of the road is going to think when they see you naked, bound and gagged and wearing a leather hood. For one thing, they might wonder why you’re enjoying it so much…”

Jimmy turned red with embarrassment. He had been too consumed by panic and anger to notice before, but his cock had swelled to full length and girth and beads of precum had begun to form at his piss slit.

“Well, see you later boy.”

The reality of the situation finally hit him. This guy was actually going to leave him on the side of the road like this! Jimmy started violently shaking his head, “no” and “uh uh” were the only things he could think to scream in the moment.

“Oh, now boy doesn’t want me to leave?”

“ MMmm MMmm! MMmm Mmm! Nuughhh!”

“Well, tough shit boy. You see, what I do has nothing to do with what you want.”

And with that, the car door closed with a terrifying finality, and Jimmy could hear the sound of his captor’s car speeding away.

Jimmy’s mind was racing. What was he going to do? He was naked and in chains on the side of the road, with leather robbing him of his sight, and a rubber gag shaped like a cock in his mouth. His passport and belongings were gone, and he had no idea where he was. Despite his fear, his member stood at attention, dripping its clear fluid as it waved impotently in the air. Jimmy kept waiting for a car to slow to a halt near him, for someone to see him bound, gagged and hard and recoil in horror. When he finally heard a car slowing to a stop near him, Jimmy wasn’t sure if he should cry out or stay silent. Fear chose the latter for him.

“Awww, it looks like I got back before the bears ate my boy up.”

The voice reignited a sense of desperation in Jimmy, but he reminded himself that yelling through the gag was what put him in this situation to begin with. He settled on a single whimper that sounded pathetic as it resonated through his own skull.

“That’s more like it. I take it you’re in the mood to cooperate now, boy.”

Jimmy groaned around the gag and nodded. His fear of dying of exposure on the side of the road made the trunk of a car a much more appealing option at the moment. Besides, he had watched all of those TV specials on kidnapping cases. He’d just wait until the guy put him back in the trunk, and then kick out one of the taillights to alert another motorist on the road.

“Good boy. You’re learning. Let’s get you back in the car.”

The pair of hands lifted Jimmy up and into the trunk. But something was different. The material underneath him wasn’t the same as before. A hand on the back of Jimmy’s head pushed him down so that his forehead was resting on the same smooth material his knees were. His chest was now between his thighs, his arms still chained to his ankles behind him. He could feel something being looped around his left bicep and upper leg, bringing his left shoulder to meet his left knee. The same thing occurred with the right bicep and knee, and soon, Jimmy was in what looked like a fetal position, but with his hands cuffed behind his back and attached to his ankles via a short chain that now wedged itself between Jimmy’s firm ass cheeks. He could no longer bring his forehead off the surface beneath him, and his ability to move around was now essentially gone. Jimmy heard the sound of a zipper and felt plastic close around him.

“Can’t have you moving around too much, eh boy?”

A pitiful moan escaped from behind the gag lodged firmly in Jimmy’s mouth. As he inhaled, a new odor assaulted his olfactory senses. It smelled like the inside of a locker room, of sweat, socks and used jock straps.

“Oh yeah, I thought you might get lonely during the remainder of our trip, so I decided to leave you with a few things to remind you of me while you stew in that duffle bag. I’ve been riding in those bike shorts for weeks without washing ‘em, and those socks and that jock have been getting some heavy use lately, too. You better get used to that scent, boy. You’ll learn to associate it with pleasure… and fear…”

The trunk slammed shut and Jimmy heard the engine start up again. Two words rang loudly through Jimmy’s head as he felt the car accelerate.

“I’m fucked.”

 

To be continued …

 

Metal would like to thank the author lostouteast for this story and welcome him to the Prison Library.

He is collared by his Sir, Areallytallboy. You can find both of these guys on Recon.

 

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