Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2018 13:44:38 -0600
From: Slade C <swtyknkjck@gmail.com>
Subject: The Hitch in my Plan part 3

"The Hitch in my Plan, part 3"
by Chris Slade

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The Hitch in my Plan

Part three


When I woke up, I was still in the dark. Pitch dark. My head was throbbing
and I tried to put my hands on my forehead but they were tied behind my
back at the wrist. I thrashed around trying to get them apart but all it
did was make my head hurt worse. I gave up and tried to see through the
dark to figure out where I was.

I tried not to panic as I recalled what I could about the events leading up
to this point. I remembered getting a ride with a construction worker and
going to his house. Then I remembered taking a bath and him interrupting me
for some reason. He brought me food and then I got sick or something. I lay
still on my side and listened to my breathing which seems very loud in this
dark, silent place. Then I noticed the scent of urine. It seemed to be
coming from me. Had I pissed myself? My crotch didn't feel wet. I bent my
head down towards my chest and inhaled. Yup, it was definitely the smell of
piss and it was coming from me.

Then it all hit me. The construction worker had drugged the coffee or
something and then i remember him standing there almost naked reading my
notebook and then he pissed on me.

"What the fuck?" I said out loud.

I started to struggle violently and tried to escape whatever I was bound
with.  My wrists were bound with my arms pulled behind my back and my legs
were attached together both above and below the knee with what felt like
duct tape. My wrists were bound with some kind of leather strap.

I started yelling, "Hey!! What's going on?"

I listened for any sound or an answer but there was nothing.

"Untie me. Let me go you fucker!" I demanded.

That went on for a while before I realized I was just talking to myself and
all my struggling was doing was causing me pain. I was naked but the room
was warm and I didn't feel cold. My hair was still damp from the bath so I
couldn't have been like this very long.

I figured out I was laying on a mattress in what must be a basement room
with no windows.

I waited and waited for something to happen and eventually there was a
sound. It came from above. I heard what sounded like a lock being opened
and then there was faint light that came in from the outline of a large
rectangle. The rectangle opened upward in two halves and I saw him standing
outside the opening. He picked up a big duffel bag that looked heavy and
climbed down a set of steep stairs that resembled a wide ladder. When he
sat the bag down, it sounded like it was full of metal.

"Its good to see that you're awake. I was worried I gave you too much of
that drug." He said casually, like there wasn't anything wrong with this
situation.

"What the fuck is going on man? Why am I tied up like this? And what
fucking drug did you give me?" I said.

"Don't you worry boy." He said, "You and me are just gonna have a little
fun together. You see, I found your notebooks and after reading what kind
of sex turns you on, I knew we had to become better acquainted. You ain't
got anything better going on so you might as well stay here with me and let
me teach you some things that only a man can teach you. Besides, I can take
care of you better than you could do for yourself in Denver and I thought
you were damn sexy the first time I passed you walking on the highway with
your shirt off the other day.  You see, I drive that road all the time and
I must have passed you five or six times yesterday and the day before. I
kept seeing you and you got me hot every time so when I found you
hitchhiking, I couldn't help but stop so I could take a closer look."

"You're fucked up man. Let me go now and I won't say anything to anyone
about this." I said trying to sound tough.

"No, I don't think you're in any condition to take off with your ankle
messed up like that. Besides, I wanna have some fun with you and I've been
waiting a long time to find someone to have fun with."

He dug through the bag looking for something. I didn't recognize the thing
he pulled out until he approached me with it. It was a gag.

"That's enough talk out of you." He said as he roughly forced the rubber
ball into my mouth and buckled the strap behind my head.  "And I don't want
to ruin the surprise so I better blindfold you too."

I grunted in protest. He came back with my soccer shorts and some tape. He
covered my face with my dirty shorts and then wound tape around my head
until they were secured over my face. The smell of my own piss, sweat and
cum was really strong.

"I decided not to wash those when I smelled them. It seems you're a pervert
and a nasty little fucker too, which is fine with me. In fact, that's how I
like it best. Nasty, kinky sex with hot guys like you is exactly what gets
me off . I enjoyed your stink all the way here. That's why I had the heat
cranked up in the truck. I could even smell cum on you." He told me.

He got close to me and I could hear him sniffing near my stomach and
crotch. He kept sniffing all over my body. Occasionally he would lick my
skin with his wet tongue. I tried to pull away when he kept licking my
chest and nipples. I edged backwards away from him but he immediately
pulled me back and said, "You stay right where you are. You're not going
anywhere for a while. Besides the door out of here only opens with a
combination and only I know it. There are no keys you can use if you get
lucky and knock me out or something like that. If I have to break your
other ankle to prove to you you're not leaving, I will. So sit still and
enjoy it man." He barked at me.

I lay there trembling in fear that he would hurt me if I resisted. I let
him use his mouth on me however he wanted. Being unable to see or speak
made me focus on the feelings stimulating my body. After maybe ten minutes,
I kind of forgot who's mouth was working me over and my dick started to get
hard. I didn't even realize this until I felt his hand grasp my rock hard
cock. I couldn't believe that I was getting off on this. I tried to make
myself go soft and told myself it was just a reaction from fear and
stress. He kept using his mouth on me for what seemed like a long time
until I was sure he had licked and kissed every square inch of me. My dick
was leaking and throbbing with need by the time he stopped.

He slapped my dick a few times and said, "See, I knew you would like
this. You just need to be convinced you like it."

How about if you stay with me until your leg heals? When you're all better,
I'll drive you to Denver and give you enough money for a few months rent."
He suggested, knowing I couldn't answer.

I didn't respond. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I
had gotten turned on by what he did to me. I lay there feeling small and
helpless and deep down, wishing he would keep going and get me off. I was
feeling surprisingly horny at the moment.

He stood and said, "Let's make you more comfortable and get you situated in
your new home." He made a lot of noise as I guess he was digging through
the bag he brought with him. When he came back, I heard the distinctive
sound of chains as he sat them down next to me. He moved behind me and
sized a length of chain around my wrist then I heard a loud snap as he cut
it with a bolt cutter. He cut another piece and then attached a chain
around each of my wrists with what sounded like padlocks. I tried to
protest but there wasn't much I could do. I also remembered his threat to
break my other ankle if I resisted. Another chain went around my waist
above my hips and pretty snug. Snug enough I could feel it tighten each
time I breathed in. Then a chain above each knee I guess so it wouldn't
hurt my ankle.  He undid my legs and wrists. My arms were clipped to the
waist chain at my sides and my knees were attached to a bar that held my
thighs apart. He finished with a chain around my neck as a collar and
another piece running down my back and connected to the chain round my
waist.

He occasionally brushed against me and it felt like he was naked. His skin
was warm and his body felt solid. I could smell his scent pretty well now
also. He had strong BO but it didn't smell bad like some people do. He just
smelled like work. His scent made me imagine what he looked like completely
naked. I knew he had a nice body, I remember seeing him in only his
underwear in the bathroom. I realized what I was thinking about and steered
my thoughts back to the practical matter of how I might escape and
wondering what he would do to me. I didn't think he was going to murder me
but I can't know that for sure. Maybe he would torture me by breaking my
bones like he said. Maybe he would do terrible things to me and eventually
I would die from the abuse. Maybe he would just fuck me and keep me tied
up. Maybe this was all a funny prank my friends had set up and any moment
they would show up and we would all laugh about it.

He turned his attention to my sprained ankle and after checking that it
wasn't broken, he wrapped it with an ace bandage and made me swallow a pill
that he said was a pain pill. After he had drugged me in the bath, I wasn't
too keen to swallow more unknown substances from him. After removing the
gag and forcing the pill into my mouth, he plugged my nose with one hand
and used the other to cover my mouth. He said I could breath after I
swallowed it. I didn't fight very long before choking the pill down dry. I
grunted to signal I had swallowed it. He told me to open and searched my
mouth with his fingers. Afterward, he gave me a drink of water and gagged
me again. He also taped the dirty shorts back across my face after flipping
them over so I could smell the other side, which was the side that had
soaked up the sweat from my ass and crack. I could smell it faintly before
as I breathed through my soccer shorts but now I was smelling it full
force. Maybe I was just used to the way I smelled or maybe I was a pervert
like he said but to be honest I didn't find the smell that bad. It wasn't
as disgusting as I imagined it would be and after a while I decided it
smelled pretty sexy.

The bandage and pill seemed to be working because the pain in my ankle
faded to a mild annoyance and my mind was free to focus on something
besides my throbbing leg and foot. I thought it was nice of him to give me
a pain pill and it made me think he might not be a deranged serial killer
who was going to chop me up. Still, he was holding me against my will and
that was not cool at all.

This whole time, he had been busy building something in the room. I had no
clue what he might be doing. There were periods he used loud power tools
and then long silences where he didn't seem to be doing much of anything. I
wondered what the surprise was going to be. I had heard him working with
metal pipe and sawing wood but I had no idea what you would build with
pipes and wood.

I lay there, inhaling the scent of my ass and enjoying the boner I had as I
swam in the fog of the pain pill. I began lazily humping my stiff cock
against the mattress while moaning as I drifted through the cloud. I tried
to tell him through the gag that I needed another pill but he didn't pay
any attention to me. It was only when I lay on my stomach and began
vigorously humping against the mattress that I got his attention. He
yelled, "Hey! Fucking stop that boy." He came and flipped me onto my back.

"Lay still until I return." He ordered. He dug through the bag and came
back to me. He grabbed my cock and balls and squeezed tight around the base
while smashing my hard cock against my balls inside his fist that was
clenching my junk. I screamed into the gag but he didn't let up. The pain
and fear made my cock shrink like a turtle hiding in its shell.

This must have been what he intended to happen cause he said, "Good, get
that little dick limp for me."

He quickly began attaching something to my cock. As I felt him lube my dick
with a glob of his spit and slide it into a cold metal tube, I knew it must
be a chastity cage. I had read about them but never seen one. Supposedly
they made it painful if you tried to get an erection and they kept you from
feeling any pleasure in your dick so you couldn't get yourself off or have
sex with anyone. Once it was securely attached to my crotch, I could feel
how snug it was. The metal felt cold at first but now it was getting
warm. I desperately wanted to see what it looked like. I tried humping
against the mattress again but it was pointless. All I could feel was the
cage smashing my nuts but no sensation in my horny cock. Despite the lack
of stimulation, my cock decided to try and get hard, which was a mistake.
The pressure was immediate and unrelenting. The harder my dick tried to
swell, the more it hurt but it refused to give up. I lay very still and
tried to think of things that would make my dick soft. Eventually, it
worked and I felt my cock shrivel in the metal tube. Now it was coated with
a healthy amount of pre-cum and it was quite slick inside the cage. Any
movement would cause my cock to slide around against the curvature of the
device and this threatened to bring on another hard-on. I lay perfectly
still and focused on my breathing which brought me back from the brink. I
was so fucking horny and totally unable to do anything about it.

He finished whatever he was working on and said, "Time to test this out."

He came over and began removing the shorts that were coving my face.

(To be continued...)

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