Second Thoughts

It was amazing to me how in just a short (but grueling) span of 48 hours I had become rather adept at dealing with extended periods of confinement and restraint. That being said, the position I found myself in for the car ride was the most stringent to date. Part of me found myself wishing that Tom had followed through on his threat of chloroforming me for compliance, but then again, there truly was no need. My captors had gone to great lengths to ensure that I was well put away and securely stashed for our trip…destination still unknown. I did not bother with futilely fighting my bonds as I had come to respect the lengths Tom and Janet went to when binding me. I had difficulty determining which pain to focus on at any given time as my whole body ached incredibly. My legs were lashed tightly with leather strips that began to cut the skin if I shifted weight. My wrist cuffs also bit the skin tightly and I questioned the need for such a small size when a looser pair would still have adequately restrained me. My hands themselves had began to perspire immensely inside the leather bondage mittens that prevented my fingers from meddling with any of my bonds. My lower back had started to feel a dull ache that was slowly building to a sharp pain as the merciless hogtie arched it uncomfortably. But perhaps the cruelest instrument of all was the muzzle-like pump gag that kept me silent. I was convinced Janet had given me permanent lock jaw as she continually pumped and tested it’s ability to prevent me from making noise during my “packaging.” Over the weekend they had gagged me in a variety of different ways and this was definetly my least favorite. The world within the leather sack would have been dark as night anyways, but the leather blindfold and tape wrapping pushed hard against my eyelids and added to the overall level of discomfort. I suppose the one saving grace was that the burning lotion Tom had applied to my genitals had begun to subside as we drove. This had reached a crescendo very early on in the trip and had led to me bucking wildly about in the sack and thrashing against my bondage. However, I’m positive that all of my efforts at movement probably resulted in little more than a faint movement of the luggage pile that surrounded me.

I had deduced I was in the backseat of the Avalanche, as opposed to the concealed trunk cabin that I had ridden down in. I was buffered by the back seat and several other duffle bags that had been Tom and Janet’s weekend luggage. Some were obviously clothes, but I imagined others were the various toys and bindings that had been used on me over the weekend.

I had little clue as to how long we were driving, or where we were headed. My mind struggled to grasp just how dire my situation was and what I had subjected myself to. Tom and Janet’s female friend had recapped it nicely when she marveled at how dumb I was to get myself into this. No one knew about my rendezvous with Tom and Janet at the rest stop Friday evening. That’s where my car still was at this very moment. It certainly wouldn’t stick out in a lot filled with transient vehicles coming and going around the clock. They had wisely tied me up and put me out of site for our trip down to “their” cabin and so I had no clue where exactly I had spent my weekend of sexual torture. The revelation that the home didn’t actually belong to them, but to their devious friend, represented the breaking of my spirit all together. It wasn’t that I had no will to fight against my slavery, it was just that I had been continually shown that Tom and Janet were one step ahead of me and that my resistance was only worsening my situation. I had truly resigned myself to the fact that this was going to have to be a ‘wait-and-see’ scenario. I could do nothing in my present state, and as long as I was kept in the dark regarding my surroundings and what was in store for me,  I was at the strategic disadvantage.

I thought about Tom and Janet, sitting up front in the car, their dogs pacing about in my back seat prison (occasionally stepping over the bags and on me in the process). They must have felt a sense of accomplishment in their work. Had I even half an inkling that my weekend would have taken this dramatic turn, I would’ve turned and run in full sprint from their car in that parking lot, as opposed to willingly stepping in to that driver’s side seat. Their plan had worked out splendidly. They used me and degraded me all weekend into satisfying their sexual urges, and at every point they exerted and illustrated their dominance over me. Even my mini-escape attempt served only to highlight that they had thought this through all too well and that I was theirs to control. I hated myself for being where I was. I loathed the foolishness and naivety I displayed. And I was left to simply ponder the fate that lay ahead.

The drive was taking quite some time and it began to unnerve me, the distance that we were travelling. Most of the time, I simply felt the steady vibration of the road beneath us, although the occasional pothole would cause a (muted) grunt. We made periodic stops and I would brace my weight against the other bags when the vehicle took to the curves of an exit ramp. The putty in my ears made it near impossible to deduce anything about where it might be that we were stopping, and I could make out the faintest sound of car doors slamming shot as they got out. Each time I heard this sound I braced myself for what I figured would be my inevitable carrying from the vehicle. However they must have just been simply food or rest stop breaks as minutes later the doors were re-opened and the engine roared to life. In these moments of waiting to see if we had reached our final destination, the dogs would take to barking and pacing about the backseat in an agitated manner. I figured that we were in a parking lot and the sight of other people caused them to cry out. I too wished that I could cry out. That I could somehow alert a passerby to my predicament. I wondered if either Tom or Janet remained in the car, or if they both got out. As secure as I was, would they actually both leave me unattended in a public place. I ultimately decided that one had surely remained in the front seat and decided against any attempts at making myself visible.

This latest stopping point was easily the 3rd or the 4th on the journey. It had been many hours since we left and I figured that we could have easily traveled a couple hundred miles during this time. As I began to familiarize myself with these rest stop breaks, I began to hope that my captors might take the opportunity to address me in some fashion, or acknowledge my presence. It’s not that I was starved for attention, but rather I worried about my concealment within the leather sack. I had some air source supplying my nostrils with oxygen, but given my gag I could easily be in some danger of suffocating. This was obviously of no concern to them. I also longed for hydration, even the tiniest drop of water would suffice. My body glistened in sweat within the sack and had actually began to accumulate. A steady stream of drool had also long ago began to seep around the sides of my muzzle and collected at the base of my chin pressed firmly into the ground and leather lining of the bag. At this point I wished that they might just unzip me for a brief moment, just to feel a fresh burst of air introduced to the clammy, dank environment in which I now dwelled. It was difficult not to become overwhelmed with anxiety by a multitude of concerns. My physical pain was the largest present concern, but by letting my thoughts drift to other things, I was continually confronted with thoughts of my future.

I was being kidnapped and taken as a slave. I could not come to terms with this. I pictured my face on a milk carton back home. I thought of how long it might take for anyone to realize I was missing. Obviously Monday morning would bring concerns at work, but would that quickly result in a missing persons report? Whenever someone did get around to reporting me as missing, where would the search begin. I hoped it would start with my personal computer. Despite no roommates or other users, I frequently wiped my internet history clean, so would they be able to come across the personal site where I first came in contact with Tom and Janet? Even then, I always deleted all my correspondence from that site as well. The more I thought about it, the more I realized there’d be very little chance of anyone being able to connect me to the pair, and I also doubted that they had kept their profiles on the site active…they were too thorough in their planning. It was no use in fretting about, I was a captive passenger and nothing else…a piece of luggage, hidden from the world and being transported to an unknown destination. I allowed my breathing to slow and I turned my head to the side. My cheek came to rest in my puddle of drool and perspiration. I inhaled slowly and deeply through my nose, allowing my chest to rise and fall gently. My heartbeat calmed as well and despite the aches, and the pain, and the worry, I found myself fading out of consciousness. It occurred to me that I had not slept for some time and my buddy was crying out for rest. I relaxed my muscles as best I could. I had been flexing my legs and arching my back in an effort to relieve tension from my wrists and ankles, but now I let go and allowed my bindings to pull taught as I went limp. The burn on my genitals had all but faded and the less I wiggled and stressed, the less I sweat. Somehow, some way, I was able to let the peace of sleep envelop me.

My numerous interludes in and out of consciousness over the past weekend had consistently ended with me being rudely jolted back to reality. Therefore, I was actually kind of pleased to awake from my slumber and find my situation relatively unchanged. As frustrating (and still terrifying) as this was, I did have the luxury of being able to slowly shake off my grogginess and gradually regain my senses. A turn of the vehicle rolled me to my side and I released a muffled groan. This was followed by another turn, and soon another. I rolled to and fro within the bag, although I probably only moved a matter of centimeters in total. I wondered if this meant another rest stop. The whirr of the open road and highway had ceased and it was clear to me that we were off the main road. I held myself tense and strained to hear anything besides the beating of my heart. Whatever the substance that was stuffed into my ears, it had begun to slowly work its way out, probably as a result of my sweating and fidgeting. 

The car jerked to a halt and I found myself rolled to my side. I was able to make out the sound of what I believed to be the driver’s door opening and slamming shut. Then there was silence. For what seemed like an eternity there was nothing. All of a sudden another door opened and closed and my environment began to shift. The weight of the bags surrounding mine were pushed aside and I was no longer piled upon. I felt myself in my bag being dragged across the floor of the car and the tugging from all directions gave me the indication that I was being lifted from the vehicle. I tried to remain motionless in order to avoid an unceremonious dropping to the ground. The bag was lowered and I came to rest on a surface that did not appear to be steady. A slight shifting of my weight on to my stomach within the bag caused the surface to shake a bit. I felt an increased weight upon the unsteady ground and realized the other bags were being set next to me. I began to move forward and could make out the noise of what sounded like squeaky wheels against concrete. It dawned on me that I must be on some sort of a cart. We were building momentum and I braced myself within the bag with no idea where we were headed. The cart was abruptly jostled and met with resistance as it felt like we came upon a curb. With a little force being applied by whoever was pushing, cart continued forward unimpeded. We moved swiftly and I found my heartbeat steadily increasing at the thought that I might soon be granted a modicum of release. The cart came to a momentary pause, and then once again I perceived a change in surface as the squeaky wheels were no longer grinding against pavement. The soft, muffled, sound of us moving forward led me to believe we were inside, and the sudden slam of a door confirmed this suspicion. I was pushed from the cart and hit the floor with a thud. Instantly the bag was once again being dragged/slid across the floor. I heard another door open and I was pulled on to a more firm surface then the carpet I was just dragged across. There was the sound of a closing door and then silence.

I lay completely still and waited. All of a sudden a burst of cool air blasted me in the face and I heard the zipper of the leather sack being pulled backward. My skin shuttered at the sudden change of temperature and my nostrils for the first time were filled with a scent other than the musky leather. I could hear muffled voices and I cringed when I finally felt a hand clasp the side of my face. Tom’s firm grip steadied me and I felt fingers prying at my ears and digging the putty like substance from it. It was the oddest sensation to slowly begin to fully hear out of it as the gunk was cast aside. The other ear had it’s sealant removed moments later and for the first time in a long time I could completely hear again. My senses were immediately re-heightened, and I perceived that both Tom and Janet were in the room as I heard their heavy breathing.

“Well, well, well, you are one disgustingly slimy slave right about now. It sure must have been hot in there. We had the AC on high up in first class, but I guess it just didn’t reach you back their in coach” Tom laughed out loud.

“We are impressed that you were able to stay so still and quiet for the whole ride, although I’m surprised you didn’t pipe up when we stopped for food.” Janet giggled as well. I had enjoyed my temporary reprieve from their sarcastic and tormenting comments. I felt a hand tap the front of my muzzle a few times and I tried to meww softly in protest.

“I think this here pump gag took care of that nicely. That mouth was too full for any food. Although I’m sure it wouldn’t mind being replaced with some cock pretty soon. Lord knows I could use the release after all that time in the car. How bout you, slave? You hungry for your master’s cock” Tom chided as he patted the side of my face. I did my best to remain still and not elicit any taunting by protesting the thought.

“Let’s go ahead and take that blindfold mess off…we don’t want him going blind on us. He’s got to see all the horrible things we’re going to do to him.” Janet suggested. Hands were soon back upon me and the tape that had been pushed up from my ears yet still concealed my leather blindfold was peeled away. As it came unwrapped I screamed in pain as it took some of my hair with it.

“We’ll have to shave this head eventually, it will make your tapings much easier.” Tom mentioned as he clearly perceived the pain I was in. By all accounts I did the best I could to test the limits of my gag as the screams went largely muffled but were audible. Once the tape was removed, the leather strap blindfold was unbuckled. It was pulled away and a blinding light pulsated against my closed eyelids. I dared not open them immediately but waited for the glare to subside. I knew it would take me a minute or so to adjust. When I finally braved to open them, the world appeared hazy. Slowly things came in to focus and the first thing I saw as my vision restored were the faces of my captors gazing down at me.

“Welcome back to the world of the living, slave.” Janet cooed. She stood over me and Tom remained knelt at my side. My eyes darted about what was a rather small, but well lit space. It occurred to me that we were in a bathroom. I was puzzled by the surroundings and arching my head back slightly I saw a porcelain white tub behind me. Reading my mind, Tom spoke.

“Yep, that’s right, we’re in a bathroom. Don’t worry, this isn’t your new home. We’ve made a little stop for the night and this is our lodging.”

“We thought about leaving you in the car with the other dogs for the night, but then we decided it just wouldn’t be smart to take any chances with someone seeing our new favorite pet.” Janet nudged my face with a bare foot as she said this. “So this will have to do for the evening.”

“Not gonna let you in the bed though, we’ll string you up in hear for the night and then we’re back on the road first thing in the morning.” I turned my head away from both of them and found myself eye to eye with the base of the toilet. This certainly was a cramped space that the three of us found ourselves in. I kept my gaze off them and I felt myself turning red as they looked over my helpless form. I was hoping Tom would tend to a few of my other bindings as they cut particularly hard against my skin from the position I was laid in.

“You can probably tell we’ve travelled a pretty good distance, and there’s a good deal left to go before you’re at your new home.” Tom began again. “See, we’re taking you nice and far from anywhere near where you used to live. Just all part of the lengths we’re going to in order to make certain you’re ours forever.”

“Has that sunk in yet?” He queried. Grabbing my chin he jerked my face back to focus on him. He squeezed at my cheeks and pushed against the hard inflated ball that filled my mouth. “You know, the finality of all this? The fact that you’re gonna spend the rest of your life as our fuck-toy gimp?” If only he knew how much it had. I knew that in my present situation, there was no immediate escape. I was slightly intrigued by the fact that we were at some sort of lodging facility…be it a motel, or something of the kind. This meant that there were other people in the vicinity most likely, a far cry from the solitude of the cabin I was previously held at. Yet I was certain that there mission of transporting me to wherever “home” was would go off without a hitch. They were too meticulous in their planning, and I knew they would not present me with any opportunities for freedom. Still, I told myself to stay vigilant and to take any opportunity that I could to alert anyone possible that I was being held against my will.

“Well Jan…why don’t you tend to the dogs and I’ll take care of this.”

“You sure you don’t need my help getting him situated?” She asked.

“Not when I’ve got this puppy” Tom reached into his pocket and pulled out the collar that I had previously been wearing. Attached to it was the electric fence device that had been used to subdue me. “He knows better than to act up when we’ve got this trained on him.” With his other hand Tom pulled out the remote control for the device.

“Well then, I’ll go tend to the pups. I’ll also see about getting us some grub. The slave will need something too, I suppose.”

“Of course Jan, we don’t need to starve the poor bastard…although he is much more compliant when he’s too weak to put up a fuss.”

With that Janet walked out of the bathroom and closed the door, leaving me and Tom alone. He looked me over with a mischevious grin on his face.

“Listen here slave. Before I string you up for the night, you’re going to take care of your Master. Understand?” He muttered gruffly.

I simply nodded my head, not entirely certain how he intended to use his bound prisoner. Tom set about tending to my bindings. He first let loose the hogtie and removed the leather strap binding my ankles to my cuffs. My legs stretched out and my knees cracked loudly as the tension was released. They were so stiff they could barely move. I lay motionless on my side. Next Tom removed a few of the straps binding my legs and the one’s pinning my arms . He left the strap securing my ankles together and my hands remained cuffed behind my back and imprisoned in the leather mittens.

“Now let’s get you up.” He reached under my arms and dragged me forcefully from the sack. He got behind me, and stepping into the bathtub he pulled me backwards and propped me up against the side of the tub. Stepping over me and back out, he crouched at my side and began to affix the collar to my neck. He flipped a switch on the electric fence device and a small beeping noise indicated to me that it was activated. He smirked knowingly when he saw the look in the pleading look in my eyes. I did whatever I could to signal to him that I would be behaving. After such a strenuous trip, the last thing my body needed was the shock of current sent through my neck. I looked down at my naked body. There were numerous marks around my chest, stomach and legs from where the straps had held me tightly.

Tom reached back and held his hand to the buckles that secured my gag. He looked me in the eye and said very matter of factly, “If a noise escapes your lips, it will be the biggest mistake you have EVER made in your young life.” I contemplated the statement and quickly realized I would do almost anything to have the pressure of the pump relieved. I nodded my head vigorously but Tom continued “Make no mistake, I”ll be able to shut you back up well before anyone hears a peep from you, and then I’ll spend the rest of the night making you regret that incredibly ignorant decision. So stay hushed.” And with that he fidgeted with the numerous buckles that harnessed the muzzle to my face. He produced the pump that Janet had used to inflate the balloon in my mouth and he connected it once again to the mouth strap. Releasing a valve I felt the balloon begin to deflate steadily. My jaw slowly relaxed but had a great deal of difficulty coming to a close as it had been locked open for such an extended period. A large amount of saliva spilled down to my chest as the deflated piece was pulled from my mouth and the whole harness was taken off my head.

My head fell to my chest. Despite the bindings that remained I felt a great deal of release from the Christmas-present-like “boxing” that I had experienced prior. I also realized that I did have the opportunity to yell out. If we were in a motel, I doubted the walls could be very thick. Would I be able to get anyone’s attention before Tom was back upon me. In order to avoid the shock treatment, and what would certainly be a painful evening if I failed, I elected to stay silent. Tom set the harness gag on the toilet to his right and pulled over a shaving kit that had been resting on the small sink. When he reached in and pulled out the ring gag, I new exactly what was in store. Reluctantly I actually lowered my head and leaned forward in order to make it easier for him to put it on me. I felt that this act of submission might at least lead to him slightly lowering his guard. He too, seemed pleased by this move.

“Good slave. You’re learning.” He forced the ring in to my mouth and back between my teeth. It was quite large and it pried my mouth right back open, however it was still less severe then the pump muzzle combo. He pulled the straps tightly behind my head and buckled it in place. He stood up and began to disrobe, kicking off his shoes and pulling off his socks. He pulled off his t shirt and but left his wife beater under shirt on. His jeans dropped to the floor and he I saw he wore only a jock strap. I glanced up at him. It once again crossed my mind what an odd pair he and Janet were. Neither very attractive, or with very good bodies, yet THESE were the two I had corresponded with and arranged my “fantasy” weekend with? The first of many wrong choices about this whole situation I suppose. Tom’s jock strap was tossed aside and his member dropped free. He moved over me and leaning forward he came to kneel one knee against the tub edge. The other leg propped him and he took his member in his hand and began stroking himself inches from my face. I closed my eyes and turned my head slightly to the side.

“Look up at me slave” He ordered. I turned my head back and gazed up. Our eyes locked and he shot me a stern glare. He fast became hard and directed his penis to my gagged waiting mouth. I could do nothing as he penetrated the ring and filled my mouth. He let out a moan as he began to work himself back and forth, thrusting into my throat. I tugged ever so slightly against my cuffs and bound ankles clearly incapable of escape. I was incredibly uncomfortable, propped against the tub as I was. I was by no means a willing partner in this oral undertaking. This “limit” of mine had obviously been broken very early on over the past weekend, but I still could not get used to the sensation, or the idea that I was in the position that I was as a straight man. Then again, I realized I now existed in a world of absolutely no limits, as long as I remained under Tom and Janet’s control.

Tom was taking his time. Once or twice he found himself getting close to finishing and he pulled himself away to prolong my use. Finally he took me firmly by the back of the head and continuously rammed himself into me, cumming forcefully and making me gag and cough uncontrollably. He kept himself in my mouth as he calmed down and finally slowly pulled my head away. He released his grip on my head and I let it roll to rest on my shoulder. I continued to cough and I felt completely red in the face from how helpless I was and at the mercy of my new self-proclaimed ‘master.’

“So I guess that mean’s you’re not giving me any?” I heard Janet’s voice chime in as she had returned and was checking in. Tom still stood over me and was now wiping himself clean with several tissues.

“Oh now, I don’t know about that. I just felt like our slave here needed a little refresher as to what we’ll be expecting every day for the rest of his life. You’re welcome to give him a go if you’re feeling frisky.” He offered. Janet came up behind Tom and kissed him on the neck. Reaching around she took hold of his member. He winced from the sensitivity but let her loving hand caress him.

“We should probably get a little real food inside him before I serve him pussy…don’t you think?” She whispered in his ear.

Tom looked down at me as I stared back up at them both. “Your Mistress seems to have your best interests in mind, thank her slave.” He ordered.

“ahhhggmthhkkooooo” I forced over the ring gag.  Janet gave me a wicked smile and then left the room. Tom finished cleaning himself and then looked at me as if something occurred to him. He took the wadded up tissues in his hand and pulled several other from the box on the sink. Coming over the me he knelt down and forced them back into my mouth through the ring. He stuffed them in there and they quickly filled up my mouth. He reached for one of this socks and tied it tightly over my mouth, knotting it behind my head. I would’ve had a great deal of difficulty forcing the wad out with the ring in place but now it was impossible. He was satisfied that this gag would be effective enough in the short term. He took my chin in his hand.

“You’ll learn to love the tastes of your master and mistress, slave. And you’ll eventually learn to live only to please use. We have a tremendous amount of training ahead of us, so the sooner you accept your fate and improve your demeanor, the sooner we can begin. Make no mistake, we have all the time in the world to modify and mold you however we choose, but the amount of pain you feel will be a function of how quickly you learn.” He let the last statement hang in the air. I lowered my eyes and leaned my head forward in as much of an attempt at bowing as I could muster. He patted my head and seemed to appreciate this gesture as well. I could only hope that these little actions would be enough to bide me the wiggle room I needed to escape.

Tom took something in his hand and before I could react he pushed it up to my face. I panicked, figuring I was about the be chloroformed again but  instead I felt the damp and pungent material of his jock pressed to over my nose and gagged mouth. He pulled the strap over my head and let the elastic snap, securing it almost as a surgeon’s mask. I struggled not to wretch in his presence. He chuckled to himself.

“I think I’ll tell Janet to hold off on your dinner for just a while. Now we’ll be right out here in the room, and even though we’ve still got you tied and quiet, don’t even think about struggling or moving about, because we’ll have this baby ready to go” He chided and tapped the remote control to the electric fence monitor against my forehead. He stood up and finally sauntered out of the bathroom, shutting the light and closing the door shut. I sat there, alone in the darkness once again. My breathing slowly relaxed as I was once again lucky to be alone and not in a state of use or abuse. My wrists now burned from the cuffs and my fingers had gone numb from lack of use inside the mittens. If I was not bleeding from the ankle strap yet, I imagined I would be shortly given how tightly it cut into my flesh. I tried not to focus on my makeshift gag and jock-strap face mask as the thought nauseated me. However, each time I breathed in through my nose I was forced to take in Tom’s scent. Janet had offered to feed me, but I’m sure Tom would convince her otherwise. I wasn’t particularly hungry – the terror of my ordeal had curtailed much of any appetite. I could hear their muffled voices in the room on the other side of the door. A flickering light from under the door crack and a whirring background noise indicated that the television was on. My initial thoughts were to test my boundaries and check for a method of escape. Given the past bondage treatments I’d been put through, this current level of restraint seemed relatively tame. I still wore the shock collar though, and that was their primary method of absolute control. I thought about testing my gag. I worked my jaw a bit in the hopes that I could first loosen the sock and then perhaps push the tissue wadding out through the ring. At a minimum I new that I would be able to mumble more than I could with the pump muzzle and that I could maybe make it loud enough that somebody next door could hear.

But who knew if there even was anyone next door – or even a room next door for that matter. The risk was too great that Janet and Tom would hear and that I would be dealth with severely for my attempt. I resigned myself to waiting. I was no longer tired thanks to my nap in the car, although my neck and back ached from being propped up against the tub during the oral rape. I eased myself down to the cold tile, pushing aside the leather sack that had remained with my feet. I thought about the long and suffocating ride in the sack from earlier in the day. If this was only a resting point, then that surely was what lay ahead for me whenever we started the trip anew. I stretched my bound legs out further in order to take full advantage of the current range of motion I was permitted. As an afterthought I tried working the sock gag against the floor in an effort to remove it. I was not successful. Resigned to remaining as I was, I stared blankly in to the darkness and sighed deeply as I waited for the terrifying moment when the door would once again open.