At Bound Gods, hiker Tony Prower is blindfolded, gagged and tied to a chair. He struggles in bondage as his captor Riley Mitchell crops and zaps him. Riley works Tony’s leaking cock and demands to know why the hell he’s here.
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By Mister-X/Spartan
I warily looked around. This was near where I was to meet him. I didn’t see anyone, which was a good sign, since I was early. It looked like the authorities didn’t know about our planned meeting. I walked over to where I was to meet him, and saw a figure walking this way. When he was close enough I saw it was him. He was nervous.
“I’m being followed.” I had pulled out my pack of cigarettes and pulled one out to give him.
“What? You shouldn’t have met me, then.”
As I started to leave he put the cigarette in his mouth and said, “wait, I’ve got the information you want.”
I hesitated, pulling out my lighter to light his cigarette, and that was when a bunch of armed men started coming out of the nearby area, guns drawn. I realized I’d had it. All these years I’d not been captured, but my luck had finally run out. My cock started getting excited.
The other guy panicked, and started to run away. I knew better than to do that. When he was taken, he was screaming, but not for long. When the others came up to me, they said something in the local language. I knew they had said to put my hands behind my back, but I played dumb. One of the guys spoke English, and said “don’t play dumb, Mr. Crawford.”
“Play dumb? Why? I’ve done nothing wrong. He just asked me for a cigarette and I gave him one. Then he wanted a light, and I pulled out my lighter when you people showed up.”
By Mister-X / Spartan
Finally that day’s class was ended. He told everyone to come back the next day for the second day of class. He said that there would be a chance to get some hands-on experience by practicing some of the techniques he’d taught on a volunteer. He didn’t say who the volunteer was, but I knew. It was me.
I stuck around while the students filed out. Number 7 could see me and came up to me. I had several questions I wanted to ask him. He started by quizzing me. “Were you here for the whole session?”
“Yes.”
“So you know some of the torture that you will be experiencing?”
“Yes.”
By Mister-X / Spartan
I was standing in the middle of nowhere. My instructions were to take the bus to that location and get off. I looked around and saw nothing but flat land that had crops growing on it. I felt like that Cary Grant character in the Hitchcock movie “North by Northwest.” Fortunately I didn’t see any crop-dusting plane starting to come toward me. At least, not yet.
There was also another important difference from the character in the movie. I had been given a coat to wear on the journey along with the bus ticket. The instructions were to empty out my bowels and bladder before boarding the bus, as well as to get something to eat, then put on the coat, zip it up, fasten the belt, but don’t put my hands in the pockets or raise the hood. It would be a two-hour bus ride.
