2 comments/ 12705 views/ 9 favorites Taken and Tied Ch. 01 By: squirmer It was just another night watching football at home. It being Sunday, he started watching that afternoon. It was a simple pleasure he could still find time to enjoy. This was the third game today, and it was winding down. His girlfriend would pretend to get into it with him, but then would ask the same questions regarding the rules, score, etc., forcing the realization she really didn't understand, or care to understand the game at all. It would be more merciful if she would go shopping or something, so he could enjoy it in peace. He entertained himself in a chat room full of men, gay men. Some of them, at least were watching the game. It's not that he was gay himself, at least, that's what he told himself. Looking at men didn't really do anything for him, but there were certain aspects on which he would fantasize. Bondage appealed to him. The thought of being helpless was a turn on. Anal sex was something he was more than curious about. He'd always had a 'taken and tied' fantasy, and he advertised it. Women would be nice, but men, he figured could do the job of overpowering him for his sexual adventure. He'd never actually go through with anything, he thought. That would be crazy. Still, he found himself in a sexless relationship, and these were the thoughts that went through his mind when satisfaction eluded him.. 'Touchdown'! The few watching the game made their comments, both positive and negative based on the team of their choosing. He joined in with the excitement, typing in his own comments so all knew he was watching as well, then the chat went back to the usual. He viewed the screen with contempt at times. So many offering blow jobs on line. Can't they find someone at home to suck off? Is it really that hard? Talk to your neighbor, for crying out loud. Then there were the phone sex people and those using Skype. Just whacking it, really. He was sure that's what most came for. I mean, seriously, it's worldwide. Did anyone really meet on here? 'Interception'! The site went crazy again. There was a time when he had friends over to watch the games, but, slowly, as his girlfriend, and possibly theirs came up with projects, illnesses and plans of their own, the leisure time of men was squeezed out and replaced with 'family time', that turned into this. Now he chatted on a gay site, with her in the room, and she never even noticed. Shame. Presently, he was chatting to a favorite of his named Charlie out of New York. he doubted it was his real name. He had introduced himself as Phil, from Fort Lauderdale, also not his real name It was all for self protection. They would discuss things they would never want their families to even know, much less talk about, and who knows what crazies are out there. Charlie would be one of those who got into the games, but they would go into private more often and talk about other things as well. New Yorkers often vacationed in Florida and they would joke about the weather. The Giants were having a much better season then the Dolphins, and he made sure that was well known. 'Phil' would return the favor by mentioning having the windows open while Charlie was freezing in New York. It was a phone call / letter writing mixture that just felt friendly. Here, in the room next to him, he looked over. Hell, she was asleep in the chair! He sighed. It wasn't all her fault, he knew. They were getting old. They'd been together for years and just got used to each other. They were too busy? Or maybe he was making excuses himself. They weren't THAT old. Ah, well. Life happens. In the end, he supposed, it was probably a lack of interest on both sides. He looked down again at his laptop. At least there was some entertainment in social media. Work tomorrow, and the last game was in overtime. 'Time to sign off', he guessed. The 'private' window opened on the chat screen. He noticed and opened it. "Hey Bud." Speak of the devil. It was Charlie. Sort of late, not the Giants playing. Must be insomnia. "Hey, how's it going." He responded. "Not bad. Saw you on, thought I'd just say hello." "I was getting ready to hit it, myself." "My cousin is coming down your way. He's sick of the cold up here. I told him I sort of knew someone in Fort Lauderdale. I was wondering if you could give him some info on the area, sort of give him a head start." Phil stared at the screen. 'Really? What kind of help does this guy need?' "If you can't help, it's ok. He has plenty of money and all. just some information on the area to help him along." They'd always chatted, but that was it. Phil wasn't sure what to make of this request. He had an email set up for this sort of thing. He'd had people contact him before, but never a meeting. He gave him this email. Over the next month, they had an email exchange as well as the chat room meetings. Charlie sent pictures of his area, with the snow. Phil sent some pictures of the beach. Charlie would ask about the job outlook down there. Phil knew he was looking online at rentals, but ads didn't say anything about the neighborhood. Charlie would ask about that and Phil would tell him what he knew. They exchanged face pictures, something Phil had not done before. He had some photos online. Profiles practically required them, but he kept his face out of it. The day came when he opened his email Hi Phil, Just wanted to let you know, my cousin is doing fine there in Fort Lauderdale. When I asked if you could help him, you seemed hesitant, so I didn't want to ask you again. Instead, I'd been sending him the information you'd been giving me, and he says it's been a big help. He'd like to buy you a lunch or something, if that's alright. His name's Dan Here's his number. Call him when you get the chance. Charlie Phil had wondered what had happened with that move thing. He thought, perhaps, the information was to be used for a move in the spring. Now he felt like a bit of a heal. He'd been lacking in friends for quite some time. How else was he going to meet anyone? It's not like he went out or anything, or could even get away without answering twenty questions or running an errand. He thought about it at work, and, in due time, made the call. "Hello?" "Hi, Is this Dan?" "Sure is. Phil?" "Uh, yes." "Hi! Thanks for calling! When I spoke to Charlie, he wasn't sure you would. Hey, listen, Charlie's told me how much you've helped him help me get situated here. I'd like to take you out for lunch or something, if that's ok.' "Well.." Phil was still hesitant. "I've got work." "How about after work, then? A drink, maybe." There was a pause. "Common... pick the place. Let me buy you a beer." For the life of him, Phil couldn't think of why not. Charlie was right. He sounded like a nice guy. "OK, sounds good. Where about are you? " Dan gave a roundabout description of his area that Phil could recognize. He wasn't too far from downtown. There was a nice bar and grill close by he knew of. "I'm not sure of the address, but there's a bar that's reasonable near 4th street called Nicks." "OK, cool! I'll Google it. Still finding my way around." "I get off at 5, and then there's traffic. Say ... 6?" "Sounds good. I'll meet you there. This your cell?" "Uh, yeah." "Cool. call me when you get there and I'll flag you down. Charlie's given me your pic, anyway. Can send you one of me if you want." "No, that's OK. I'll see you there." "Got it, see ya." "Yep, Bye" "Later." He hung up the phone feeling pretty good about it. He hadn't been to Nick's in years. He'll tell his girlfriend he's working late, if he has to. Crazy. How'd he manage to be on such a short leash? Lunch time. He didn't do much. Usually brown bagged it by his desk. He wouldn't have to call home. She would call him. It was the routine. Sometimes she'd call at lunch, but always at 5. Northbound 95 out of Miami was always bad, but he knew a way around it. he'd leave a little early today and travel south to the express lane exit. One had to pay a toll that way, but it saved a lot of time. He said he had an appointment and left early. While on the express lanes... there was the call! He shut off the radio. He'd leave the phone off speaker. There'd be no background noises. He'd done this before, usually just to get some fishing in. "Hi Honey, how's it going?" "Oh, not bad. Still got some work to finish up. It'll be a while." "Can you tell me about how long? I have to know when to get dinner started." "Oh, I don't know.. An hour maybe?" "OK. I'll get it ready for about 7, then?" "Uh, yeah, 7 sounds good. Hopefully traffic wont be that bad." "OK, see you at 7. Oh, can you stop off at the store and pick up some bread? We're out. Oh, and some milk, please." "Yeah, OK." "Thank you! Love you!" "Love you, too." 'ARG! Finally off the phone!' he thought as he threw it on the passenger seat. 'Asks when I'll be home, THEN wants shopping done.' He turned his radio back on. 'That beer's going to taste pretty good.' He arrived at Nicks a little early. It was a little local place with a wooden deck and outside tables. They had two for one specials around this time, at least they used to. he wasn't sure any more. His phone was ringing. "Hello?' He looked up to see a man by a table waving him forward. "Dan"? "Hey, man." He waved Phil forward and hung up the phone. The waitress was just approaching the table. "What'll ya have?" "Sam Adams", Then he turned to the waitress. "They still two for one?" "Sure are." Then she turned to Dan. "I'll take a Bud." Dan turned to Phil. "Looks like you've got two beers." "Guess so. Thanks." "No.. Thank YOU! This place is beautiful." They talked for a while about things to do and places to see around town. Dan was staying with an aunt who moved here long ago for retirement. He loved her and all, but really had to get out of the retirement community and get on his own two feet. He didn't know anyone else till he actually made the move, but had a job with coworkers and that was a start. He was looking at apartments, but really wanted his own house. He was thinking of, later, getting a dog. He had asked during the conversation, 'So, how do you know Charlie.' Phil just stated that they met online. 'Yeah, That doesn't surprise me. Charlie's always been a bit of a computer geek. I'm more the outdoor type, myself.' 'Hmm', Phil thought. ' Charlie didn't mention anything the site to his cousin?' Perhaps he knows and it's not an issue for them. In any case, Phil thought to keep quiet about it as well. Dan had no furniture, but didn't want to rent any, either. They both agreed that was a waste of money. He would like to have a party or something. Phil was invited, of course, if he wanted to go. Phil promised to think about it.. In any case, they'd keep in touch. After the beers, he checked his phone, 6:45. He just had a store run to make, and then back home it is. It was a Saturday morning. Phil thought to sleep in that day. He heard the door close downstairs. His wife had gone to her bible study class. It was a time he had to be alone. He knew he had a couple of hours. Reaching over, he squirted a dab of hand cream onto his palm and began to play with himself. He had a week hard on, even in the morning. but, if he worked it enough... He'd fantasize a girl on top of him as he'd be tied down, helpless and unable to prevent from coming. it would turn him on enough to finish. Just before he came, he grabbed a Kleenex from the bed stand and put it over the head of his cock. The cum soaked the tissue. He lay there for a while, about as satisfied as he'd get for a while, and waited to go soft. He rose and went to the bathroom to wash his hands and flush the Kleenex. Back on the bed, there was no evidence, not even a wet spot. He wondered if his partner were getting it elsewhere. He didn't think so, but, who knows? He wished, if she were, that she'd just admit it and free him up to do the same. He got dressed and went to make some coffee. He felt the vibration in his pocket. His phone was ringing. He checked the number. It was Dan. 'Hello?' "Hi, it's Dan." "What's up" Dan had just picked up a fishing pole and was about to go out to use it. He wanted to see what was out there and was inviting Phil to come along. Phil looked around his empty house. "Sure." he said. "I'm not sure of a good place to go." 'Fresh or salt water, we got the Everglades and some fishing piers, course, the best fishing would be from a boat." "Do you know anyone with a boat?" Dan asked. "No." said Phil "Why'd you mention it, then?" They both laughed "Hey, man," Dan was saying, "I just need to get out of here, my Aunt is driving me nuts. Where'd you like to meet?" They agreed to ocean fishing. Phil gave him directions to the pier. Phil sent his wife a text, saying he was going fishing. "Fishing?" she asked. "Who with?" "A guy from work moved up this way." She wasn't about to go fishing or anything. He felt he had to make up something. What else could he say? 'He's a cousin of a guy I met on the internet? They met and had a good time. Dan showed off his rod he got from a Goodwill store. Phil shared his tackle. it was a bit different from fishing in New York. They didn't catch much, but had a good time. There are a lot of ex- New Yorkers in Fort Lauderdale, and Dan looked right at home. Phil didn't know it, but Dan was noticing a few things about Phil. Going fishing, heading out for beers, whatever they did, Phil never asked if he could invite anyone else along. He had no friends to invite, and Dan was figuring that out. It was another Saturday, and Dan had mentioned going out fishing again. Some people at work told him about a spot not far from his house. 'Yes', he said, his house. It was a run down, but being sold 'buy owner' and he couldn't pass on the deal. They could see it, if he liked, after fishing. They went o a small lake that didn't look like much, and weren't catching anything when Dan got a phone call. "What? Now?" he was saying. "Well, I suppose if he has to leave later. OK." He hung up the phone and turned to Phil. "Could you help me out with something? The house has an old air conditioner that's not working. It's a wall unit. A buddy of mine is helping to replace it, but could only get the work van today. We just need to pull it out and get it in the van. He thinks we can handle it ourselves, but it's pretty bulky. I'd feel better having someone there to balance it, if need be." Phil checked the time. Sure, he had time. They would usually be out longer than this, anyway. He would follow. Dan drove slowly so as not to lose Phil. They traveled to a neighborhood that, in Phil's estimation, really wasn't the best, and stopped at a small single family home in the middle of the street. It was a small two bedroom with a garage. Half the windows were boarded up, and there was graffiti on the walls. A white van was in the drive to meet them. "Dan!" The driver was saying. "I brought us a little help. Phil, George, George, Phil." He was pulling out some keys and walking toward the house. 'Nice place you have here," George said sarcastically. "Just wait." said Dan, "It'll be a palace.' George and Phil looked at each other, disbelievingly. as they all went inside. "And here's the unit" Dan was saying as they walked toward the wall. They were all looking at the air conditioner when the door closed behind them. Two men were standing, blocking the door, when another came in from the back room toward the kitchen. Phil, naturally turned toward the sound of the slamming door, shocked to see the two men walking forward. "Can I help you?' said Dan. walking toward the men. The one called George, at this point, was standing behind Phil. He pulled a hood from his pocket and threw it over Phil's head, tightening the sash around his neck. Shocked, Phil tried removing the hood, but then felt the hands of the other men grabbing at his body. They grabbed his arms and covered his mouth tightly, dragging him into a back bedroom. He tried to scream and kick, but they were too much for him. In the back room, they had kept all their supplies. A ball gag was forced in his mouth and tied around the hood.. A shock collar, typically used to keep a dog from barking, was put around his neck and would shock him when he tried to make a sound. . With a man holding each limb, they carried him over to a box spring they had previously set up on the floor. One man grabbed each arm as two others grabbed a pant leg and removed his pants. He tried, once again to buck and twist, but soon felt a hand through his underwear, squeezing his balls. It was 'Dan'. "That'll be enough of that now." And he gave them a squeeze. Phil began to scream from the pain, but then remembered the shock collar. His heart was racing. He was shocked and crying. He was frightened, but he could do nothing at this point but obey. "Now relax," Dan was saying as he reached under his underwear to get a better grip on his balls. Another removed his underwear, so he was now naked from the waist down. "Spread your legs." he commanded, giving another squeeze. Phil complied. The other two fit his ankles with leather shackles and tied his legs to the corners of the box spring. They sat him up, removed his shirt and, using leather cuffs, tied his hands to the corners of the box spring in a similar fashion. Their prize under control, they could now rest a bit. 'OK, you,' he could hear Dan saying, "Watch him. rip his balls off if he makes a sound." He turned to two others. "Here are his clothes.. You know what to do." Indeed, they had a plan for their new slut boy, but first they had to make him disappear. The one closest to his size and build took his clothes and changed into them. He then put his own clothes into a carryon bag. Putting on a ball cap, sunglasses and driving gloves, he would drive Phil's car to the airport's long term parking. From there he stepped out with the bag carrying his own clothes and entered the terminal through departures. He took his time and wandered around for a bit before changing clothes in the restroom. Calling his partner to pick him up, he left through the arrival terminal like thousands of others. It was overkill, they knew, but, what if there were cameras? What if someone comes looking for this guy early? Best to remove all evidence quickly and efficiently. His cash, they would keep. His cell phone would have its battery removed at the airport. Everything else would be destroyed and disposed of. In this case, they went to a park barbeque grill, burned and disposed of the ashes. Their job was done for the day. They wouldn't go back to the house. Up the interstate, at a prearranged rest area, they would meet their friends. Back at the house, the garage door was being opened for the van to be backed in. The water and electric were shut off. They brought water in jugs for cleaning their new play thing. First, they attached a leash on the shock collar and then put a small collar around his balls. Next Dan squeezed his nuts. "Arch your back, please." He moaned a little, then complied. A chain was attached around his waist. Running rope through the shackle ringlets, they gave him just enough slack so as not to be able to stand upright, then lead him by the collar, crawling to the bathroom. 'We can't be stopping for potty breaks along the way.' Dan laughed while lubing his ass for an enema tube. He tied it in place using rope attached to the chain around his waist, then tied him to the toilet. One rope went under the tank and around his waist, and another around the back of the toilet kept his legs tied back and spread. The bag hung from a hanger on top of the door, and they filled it, a quart at a time, and let the water do the work of cleaning him out completely. They continued till he was running fairly clear, then kept him there to drain. He removed the ball gag and lifted the hood to his nose. "Open your mouth." He said, and grabbed his trophies hair through the hood. Phil complied and was fitted with a dental gag. Dan tied the gag in place. A steel ring in the gag kept his mouth open while still allowing access to his throat. Taken and Tied Ch. 01 Dan sat on the tub, looking at his new slave. "In case you haven't guessed, I'm the one you know as Charlie. I never lived in New York. This place has been abandoned by its renters. I've been waiting for a long time for just the right staging area. We'll be leaving soon. We've been looking for a party slut. You're not perfect, but you'll do. Behave yourself, and you'll have a very exciting sex life. Don't.. Well, it'll still be exciting.. Probably a bit more painful." With that, he stood in front of him and unzipped his pants. He took his cock out and began waving it around, slapping his face with it. "From now on, your name is Slut. I'd have you say it, but, I don't think you can right now. Now suck me, Slut." He tried turning away and just got his face slapped. When he yelped from the pain, the shock collar reacted. He jumped from the pain of the collar and got slapped again, harder. "Are you ready to suck, now?" He had experimented before, when he was younger. He may have sucked two cocks in his life. Sitting on that toilet, blind and unable to close his mouth, he could only give up and let his new Master have his way with him. He felt his hand grab the back of his head, and the shaft of his cock penetrating the gag and ride his tongue. As it approached his throat, he proceeded to gag. He expected another slap, and was surprised by the bit of compassion he received. "Not a sucker, huh? You will be." He backed out a bit. "Now close those lips and suck it!" Once again, he complied. Perhaps, later, he could find his way out of this, but for now, he had to resign himself to being a captive and raped. Tears flowed under the hood as he was told what to do. Take it in, breathe through your nose, open your throat, don't gag, now, swallow, try it again... He was talked through the process, being trained to do exactly what he wanted. Finally, he could tell he was about to cum. He knew he'd have to take it, but at least it was going to be over! He was getting more excited.. "Yes, that's it. Suck it! Harder! Don't stop! You got it! YESSS!." Then he grabbed the back of his head, forcing his cock fully down his throat as he came. 'Slut' tried twisting his head, and felt he was going to throw up, but managed to stop himself and swallow his load. He finished off by pissing in his mouth. Urine ran down the front of his naked body aas he sat tied helplessly to the toilet. "There", his Master was now saying. "That wasn't so bad, was it." Then he cleaned himself off and zipped up his pants. "Only three more to go." And he walked out the door. Taken and Tied Ch. 02 They had to get going. It was getting dark. They had their story figured out in case anyone stopped by. The place was a wreck. They were estimating repairs. Still, they felt it better to avoid answering questions if they could help it. It was time to pack it up. Untying their slut from the toilet, they used the same rope to tie his shackles, keeping it short to limit his movement. Standing him up, and cuffing his hands behind him, they led him by his leash out to the garage and into the van. His hood remained. They replaced his dental gag with a ball gag. That and his shock collar prevented him from speaking, let alone yelling for help. Restraints were his only clothing. He was overpowered and helpless, and he knew it. The van had a side door, which they had opened directly in front of the house door. Inside was a six foot long plywood box with a hinged lid turned sideways so the opening faced the side door. On top of the box was a bucket with a tube coming out of the bottom. The other end of the tube was somewhere in the box. Forcing him to squat and bend over, they pushed his head down onto the floor of the van to lube and work a large plug into his ass. He felt his anus expand over the plug. Just as he thought he would tear, they would pull it out a little before pushing it inward again. In a short while, he felt his rectum envelope the plug. It was in, filling him and teasing his prostate. A screw eye in the bottom of the plug proved useful in tying it in place. Using the chain around his waist, they threaded a rope through the screw eye through a link by his belly, back through the screw eye tying all knots around a link in the back. Temporarily releasing his hands, they forced him up and into the box. Screw eyes, strategically placed, kept him immobile. The eyelets in his shackles and collar were tied to them. A bungee cord was hooked through the collar around his balls. It didn't serve to keep him in place as much as to serve a bit of discomfort. His hands were tied together and in front of him in such a way as he was almost forced to fondle himself. They removed the hood and ball gag for safety and positioned a tube near his mouth that he could suck on for water when needed. The tube had a valve, so as not to leak unless he sucked on it. They had fashioned it to be shaped like a cock, and made him try it to insure it worked properly. The last thing they did was to place noise blocking headphones on his head before closing and locking the door. Once again it was dark. He couldn't hear much, either. It would be the last time he'd see daylight till they reached their destination. A few doors closed, the van started and pulled away. Out of the three still present, two went in the van and one stayed behind to clean up. Large containers of water were used to flush and clean the toilet. He made sure all ropes, toys and litter was collected and brought with him in his car. Finally, he locked the house and left. There would be no sign anyone was ever there. He would meet with his partners at the rest stop. They would re-group from there. Back home, his girlfriend was getting worried. Something surely had happened to him. Where did he go? He'd never been out this long. She called his number. It went right into message. He said he was fishing with a friend from work, but she had just come to realize she had never gotten a name. She wasn't even sure where to look. In time, she called the police, who told her she had to wait 24 hours to file a missing persons report. She had watched the news for accidents. There were canals all over Florida. Occasionally, cars would turn up from them. Oh, God! She hoped that wasn't the case. She'd go to bed early that night and try to get some sleep. Sleep was the only way she could prevent her mind from racing, if she could sleep. Perhaps he's just broke down somewhere. Bad battery and the phone died. Yes, that must be it. The van continued on the interstate for hours, only stopping for gas. Their captive bounced around a bit in his box. He tried to make himself comfortable, or at least not in pain as he lay there. He had tried to remove the headphones, scraping his head against the top and sides of the box to see if they'd come off. He thought to shout out to his captures, but he was sure that would only anger them and activate the shock collar. He tried loosening the rope holding his butt plug in place, but couldn't reach the knots. His dick was hard. It didn't matter that he was beyond scared. The butt plug, the collar around his balls and even his hand positioning were all stimulating him sexually. He felt the water tube against his cheek and turned his head for some water. The tube filled his mouth as he began to suck. Where were they going? What was going on here? He needed to calm down and began to play with his dick. It had been a while since he'd had sex. It was a dry jack off, and he had to be quiet. Occasionally, his hand would hit the top of the box, but between the anal stimulation and ball collar, it didn't take long before he came. He pointed his dick down and tried to stay out of his own cum, but it was no use. He would be a bit sticky for a while. Some hours later, the van pulled over for its first gas stop. Feeling this, their captive began to move a little. After the water and coming, he now had to take a piss. He tried kicking the box to get some attention. The passenger heard and crawled back between the seats. He opened the door of the enclosure to keep him quiet "I have to go." he whispered, trying not to activate the shock collar. "So go." said the other, exaggerating his facial expressions so his lips could be read. The driver had stepped out during this time to fill the tank. They would stop, fill the tank and leave. No need to hang around. Barring a stop by the cops, this was their most vulnerable time. The tank now filled, the driver took his place and the passenger secured the box. They were on their way. It took a while. It was a few more hours to the rest stop they kept talking about. Their captive had tried to hold it for as long as he could, but it was obvious now that they were not going to let him out, even to go to the bathroom. He pointed his dick in a downward position and let it go. Urine flowed along the bottom of the box. It was sealed along the bottom with a gasket around the door. He found himself soaked in his own urine, but his bladder felt better. The next stop was the rest stop. There were restrooms, parking, and their partners with supplies. They had brought sandwiches and drinks and were all in a joyous mood. "So, how is he?" "IT is as good as can be expected." "I wanted someone younger." "We discussed all that, already. Here's a guy we'd basically screened. He's clean, safe and now, ours. In a few years, if we get sick of him, we dump him off. Keep him for ten, dump him off and he can retire. Do that with a younger person and see if we aren't hunted down forever." "Besides, we don't know what we're actually doing with him, yet. Maybe sell him to one who wants someone older. So long as he's got an ass to fuck, he's fine with me.' "Yeah," the other agreed. "He does have a nice ass." "And we'll work on him. Get him into shape." "Get some sleep?" "Sure did." "Awesome" Two of the Masters had left early after disposing of Slut's belongings and drove up ahead. They had been resting in a hotel room while the others had finished cleaning and driving. Now they were fresh to continue the run while the others enjoyed a rest in the hotel. The idea was to get their slave safely to location. They would continue the drive from here, swapping driving and sleeping. They figured on being on the road for about 20 hours total. One went back to check on the merchandise. "You OK in there?" as he kicked the side. He noticed the puddle from urine on the floor. "Leaking?" He opened the door to see their Slut, frightened, but secure. "Yeah, you're OK." And he closed the door. He checked his water bucket and saw it was running a bit low. The new driver was getting in after getting some snacks. "What are you doing back there." "Just helping out our friend here." said the other as he whipped out his dick and pissed in the bucket. "Looks like we're all gassed up. Let's ride." The next time Slut sucked for water, he choked some, surprised by the taste of urine. He hesitated to drink much after that, not only due to the contaminated water, but also to prevent himself from pissing more. Most of what he did already sloshed around in his crate. His captures had turned the heat on in the van. He was beginning to get nauseated from the smell. Although frightened, their new play thing was also exhausted. He had slept, if even for a few minutes at a time and had no idea how long he'd been trapped. All he knew is he was tired, wet, smelly and was now being forced to drink piss. In time, they had turned off the highway onto back roads. His body hit the sides of his enclosure as the van turned and changed speeds through various towns. They were getting close to wherever they were taking him. He supposed he would soon find out what it was they wanted. The van pulled up to a house in the hills. Although he didn't know where he was, he knew it was cold there. They opened the box and untied the ropes fastening him to it. They slipped shoes on his feet and wrapped him in a blanket before leading him inside. "We can't be having you get sick now, after all this work, can we?" said one. Once inside, the journey was over. They had more permanent devices here. His leather cuffs and shackles were replaced with metal ones. His hood was removed so he could see his new 'home'. They had converted a back bedroom into a dungeon. From the outside it looked normal, with windows closed and shades drawn. On the inside, those windows were blocked by interior walls. The entire room was tiled with a drain in the floor. Cameras covered different angles. There were pipes and hooks in the ceiling and walls to be used to tie him in a variety of positions. Chains and clips were plentiful as well as a variety of padlocks. A shower was built in the corner. It had a hand held shower head and a hose connection below it. A ridge of tile along the floor along with its own drain separated it from the rest of the room. Next to it was the toilet. There was no shower curtain or interior walls. There was no toilet. There were no towels. Next to the toilet was a sink with soap. The bed was a simple twin with a plastic cover over paper the mattress. It had a metal bar head and foot board, which would also be used to keep him confined. First thing was first. A shower, he needed one badly. "After that, we'll feed you." They squatted him over the toilet to remove his plug. It had been in for over a day now. He pushed, and with a bit of pain, it came out. He had been cleaned out before, but that didn't matter to his Masters. They had a special douche designed. Placing a tapered shaft protruding from the toilet, he was forced to sit on it as the process, similar to before, began again. They then clipped a rope to his cuffs and looped it over one of the bars that traveled across the ceiling in the shower. Getting naked, themselves, they hoisted him by his wrists to a standing position, and scrubbed him down with brushes. They taunted him, giving him glimpses of his future while squeezing his balls and forcing hard kisses. They nibbled his nipples and played with his cock. There was nothing they couldn't do to him as he stood there with hands raised and cuffs biting into his wrists. Now clean, and warm, these two masters had come to realize something. They hadn't had sex with him yet! They led him to the sling and put him in. Tying his legs apart was a simple matter in this new cage of a room. For their own peace of mind, they replaced the dental gag. One stuck his cock down his throat till he got hard, then switched to give him a good ass fucking as the other went for a blowjob. They swung him in rhythm, not caring if he gagged or not, forcing him to take it all in. His ass at this point, opened by enemas and plugs, easily accepted hosting the other's cock, though very worn and sore. After a time, they finished. They chatted back and forth between each other as they raped their new slave, timing their excitement till they at once thrust into him and came. For a moment, he couldn't breathe. As come shot down his throat and deep in his ass, he realized that he, himself was hard and felt about to come. They finished before he could, though. His satisfaction was of no importance to them. Now satisfied, his new Masters removed the dental gag. The leather cuffs and shackles were put back on as he was tied to a chair. They fed him a couple of sandwiches and some fruit before taking him over to the bed. They tied him spread eagle on his back with his hands, also reaching to the corners of the headboard and blindfolded him before leaving and closing the door. He was tied, alone in the dark. But he was alive, fed and warm. It was time to get some sleep. Back home, the police investigation had begun. His information was taken and his computer confiscated. The first thing they looked for was signs of him leaving on his own. There were numerous signs of him visiting porn sites, gay sites, bondage sites... All, usually when they were together in the same room. No activity, on its own, drew suspicion of any kind. His car was found at the airport, but no ticket had been purchased, which, though suspicious, still pointed to him running away. None of his credit cards had been used. It seemed to the police that he had simply run off with another lover. His girlfriend's despair, had turned to bewilderment, then anger at the thought of him shopping around for another, and a man, no less. How could he? She was still hurt, but now it was from betrayal. The police would keep the case open. If he turned up, it would be good, but no big investigation was going to happen here. The two at the house got dressed and decided to have a beer. They were relaxed and happy, looking at their new plaything on the television through one of the cameras they had set up. He would try to sleep, then try twisting a cuff or kicking a leg, trying to escape. They knew he couldn't get away. Even if he could get out of the bed, the door was locked and alarmed. They worked hard to get their little play thing and they weren't about to loose him. "Here's to sex anyway, any time," said one. "I'll drink to that." said the other. "What shall we do with him next? Probably have to take a vote if it's something important, you know.. like changing his sex or something" "Is that what you'd do?" "Not sure.. If you had a tied slave, what would you do?"