Date: Mon, 4 Nov 2013 20:27:53 +0100 (CET)
From: Mux Masterman <muxmaster@web.de>
Subject: Doorbell Adventures - part 5

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Doorbell Adventures
A story by muxmaster

Part 5

I have no idea, how long I was unconscious. When I woke up, the buttplug
and gag were still attached. The plug was switched off but still full of
sperm, that slowly leaked into my ass. My mouth was still full of sperm as
well. However, I was not mounted on the chair anymore. Instead I was locked
into the leather device the man had used on me at the beginning. My feet
were again locked in a tight hogtie. My cock was now limb, the vibrator was
gone. And, to my new horror, a leather blindfold was covering my eyes. I
had no idea, where I was. I felt fresh air on my smooth skin. I lay on a
dirty muddy ground. I heard leaves rustle in the wind and from time to time
a bird twittered. I must have been outside. In a forest maybe. I tried to
wiggle around, tried to get away somehow even though being hogtied. But
then I found that a rope was attached between my arms and legs and tightly
tied up in the air. Probably it was tied to a tree. I had no chance to get
away. I tried to scream for help, but nobody could hear my muffled
"Mmmphhs". So again the only thing I could do was waiting. Hours went by. I
felt a snail slowly crawling up my buttcheeks. Then it started to rain. It
was summer, so the rain wasn't too cold, but it still felt strange. I never
felt rain or water without any body hair. It was much more stimulating. I
felt somehow more naked than ever. After a while the rain stopped leaving
me completely wet. I could feel the clouds vanish and the sun coming out. I
tried to relax and enjoy the warm sunlight which was the only thing I could
do. Finally I fell asleep.

I woke up by the taste of fresh sperm filling my mouth. And immediately I
could tell the buttplug was working again pumping sperm into my ass. A
fresh bag full of sperm was strapped to my back. The straps were made out
of rubber that kept the bag under pressure. Again I had no choice than to
swallow. But at least the blindfold was gone, my legs were free and I
wasn't tied to a tree anymore. I looked around. It was dark night. Only the
full moon gave some pale light. Indeed I was deep in a forest. When I stood
up, I saw that a thin chain was attached to my right ankle. And at the end
of the chain was ... my house key. The man must have found it in my
shorts. Ok, I thought, at least now I could get home. If I just knew where
I was. I had to search for a way out of the forest. But first I had to
piss. I hadn't pissed for at least half a day and my bladder was full. When
my urine started flowing out, another shock hit me. There was something in
my urethra. Something metallic was deep inside far out of reach. It seemed
to be fixed at the exit of my bladder and extended several inches along my
cock. However, thank god I was still able to piss. I didn't care about that
thing in my cock any longer for now, I had to find back home. I started
walking and after about 15 minutes I found a small path through the
forest. When I started following the path I suddenly felt electric pulses
deep inside my cock. That thing was an electric stimulator. Obviously it
got energy from my body movements like some watches do. And after walking
for about 15 minutes, it was charged. Again there was nothing I could do
about it. Even untied I would have had no chance to stop the
stimulation. In no time my cock got rock hard and I had to walk with this
erection. In addition, I was again dripping sperm from my mouth and my
ass. However, I had to get home.  Finally the path led me out of the forest
and to a street. Now I knew where I was. I had to walk another six miles to
get home. A long way, but I had to do it. So I walked through the night,
locked with arms on my back, gagged, plugged, sperm filled and electrically
masturbated. Whenever I saw a car coming I left the street to hide in the
bushes. No one should see me like this. Finally after hours I got to my
front door. The plastic bag was almost empty. My whole front was covered
with sperm from my mouth down to my crotch as well as my legs from my butt
down to my feet. I had to pay attention not to slip away. My cock hurt as
it was hard now for a very long time. However, the pulses still
continued. I grabbed the house key with my toes and tried to get it into
the keyhole. It was difficult, but after about 15 minutes the door was
finally open. I stepped in, closed the door behind me, switched the light
on and fell on my knees. Right then I saw the keys lying on the ground in
front of the door. Those were the keys to my padlocks. The man must have
red my address from my driving license and entered my house while I was
tied up in the woods. Whatever! I started using the keys on my
padlocks. God damn, what a hard work with your hands on your back. When it
was getting bright outside I got free at last. I removed the leather
device, took out the gag and the buttplug and just lay exhausted on the
ground. Only the stimulator in my cock was still working keeping me hard.
When I gained back enough energy to stand up again, I took a long shower,
went to bed and fell asleep. Without further body movement, the stimulator
soon lost power and I could sleep in peace.

I woke up the next day after noon. Still naked I went down to the living
room to clean up the mess at the front door. By random I briefly looked at
the table in the middle of the living room and was again caught by
surprise. On the table were my cloths, my money and a new wallet with all
my stuff in it. Obviously the man had only burned my old wallet without its
content. He must have taken out everything before without me noticing. On
top of all this was a piece of paper.  "Want your stimulator removed? You
know where I am!", was written on it.

 Shit, the stimulator in my cock. I almost forgot about it. Right in this
moment the electric pulses started again. The device had gained enough
energy from my morning activities. My cock was forced to full erection in
no time. Should I love it or should I hate it? I was confused. I thought
about these disturbing feelings for a while, then I took the piece of paper
again. At the bottom was an internet address: www.doorbell-adventures.com
together with a password and the text: "free for victims".

I went to my computer, switched it on and typed in the address.  I clicked
on login and put in the password. The members section opened and I couldn't
believe my eyes. There were hundreds of videos, each one starting with a
young guy standing in front of the man's door reaching for the bell. One
video was marked "new". The young boy in this video, who was standing in
front of the door about to press the bell was ... me!

THE END