by rubberpigobject
“Oh! Uh hi. I didn’t expect anyone to be back here.” Joe said in surprise as he came around the corner to the back of the building. The two men he ran into had stepped out a of back door to smoke a bowl for a minute before returning inside.
“Yeah… neither did we.” Rick struck a forceful pose with his hands on his belt.
“So, can um, can I get in this way?”
“Not unless you’ve got an access band on, which I’m not seeing. Got told to shove off at the front entrance? Nice ink though.” Sam noted, his own tattoos being a slow collective process.
The boy’s arms were well covered with full sleeve tattoos.
“Thanks, yeah. Dude was kind of jerk about it though.”
“This is a private event you know. That’s why he’s manning the door, he doesn’t take any shit.” Rick added.
“Yeah, I know. But come on, I’m just one guy.”
“Just one guy who thought he could skip buying a ticket and sneak in to a private event?” Rick wasn’t having any of a stranger’s attempts to skirt the rules.
“I wasn’t going to cause any problems man. It’s just that… fuck I dunno. Fine, forget it.” Joe deflated as he knew he wasn’t going to convince these two studs to let him in to do whatever it was that he was going to do.
“Hold up a minute now…” Sam chimed in with a bit of a smirk on his face. He then leaned in to Rick’s ear and began whispering to him.
“Heh, yeah?” Rick responded loud enough for Joe to hear.
“Totally. It’d be fun.” Sam said.
“What about security? You know Buster warns ‘em about guys like our little sneak here.”
Sam whispered in Rick’s ear again which caused the two of them to focus their gaze on Joe who was still at the bottom of the stairs feeling hopeful but more nervous every second. After another minute of anxiety-producing back and forth between Rick and Sam they had apparently made their decision.
“Alright boy, do you still want to go in and be a part of the action?” Rick asked sounding stern.
There was a grin across Sam’s face that Joe wasn’t sure he liked but he really wanted to finally be a part of the BDSM scene; leather, rubber, bondage… all of it. He tried not to sound too eager with his reply.
“Well yeah, that’s why I came back this way.”
“Hmm… you’ll need to lose that attitude though, but we can work on that.” Rick replied.
“That sounds good enough to me” Sam said in almost a sing-song sort of voice and he spun around and went back inside.
“Uh, where’s he going?” Joe asked.
“Not that it’s any business of yours but he’s going to get the things that will enable you go inside, with us.”
“What?” Joe was dubious.
“Two things; First, you’ve already been kicked out by security so they’ll recognize you and will throw you out again regardless of anything we say since you don’t have an access wrist band. So you’re going to essentially need to wear a disguise which we are providing at no expense to you and out of the goodness of our own hearts. Secondly, since you will be in our gear and because we don’t know you yet or what you might get up to, we will be your chaperones for the evening.”
Joe was about to object when Rick cut him off “And you will act and be treated like our slave, complete with bondage and you will be on a leash the entire time.”
Joe couldn’t help himself and despite his objections, his cock was already giving everyone his answer, but he still tried to negotiate.
“It’s that or you go home and jerk yourself off. Or whatever. We’re taking a risk just by bringing you in, and I for one am not going to be embarrassed by some stranger around these guys. If you want in, you’re going to be our slave. End of discussion.”
Joe was profoundly conflicted, he was feeling pouty about the lack of control and autonomy, wary of being a slave but still turned on by the offer and even the idea of being a slave.
“Ok, sure. It’s just for one night, it can’t hurt. By the way, my name is…”
Sam emerged from the door and interrupted Joe before he could say is name “Here we go! This will definitely conceal your identity and let us all have some fun. Is he in?”
“So far. So are you ready boy?”
Sam held up what appeared to be a large mass of shiny black rubber for Joe to see.
“You want me to wear that?”
“This and a bit more. Your tatts will get your recognized and since this is a BDSM party, gear of some type is absolutely required.”
“Yes or no, we’re wasting time here.” Rick announced. Joe got the feeling that Rick was definitely the more dominant of the two men.
“Yeah, sure. Why not? I’ve been kinda curious about what the appeal of rubber is anyway.”
“Wow” Sam replied “He doesn’t sound all that excited or grateful. Maybe we should just go back inside?”
“No! Uh, sorry. I uh, didn’t mean to um, be rude?”
The two men could see how Joe was in unfamiliar territory but trying not to blow his opportunity.
“You didn’t mean to be rude… what?” Rick prompted.
Joe stared at him for a moment, not understanding.
“You didn’t mean to be rude Sirs.” Sam offered “You sure you want to take this guy in with us?”
“Yeah. I’m feeling adventurous now that we’ve been going on about it all. So just remember boy, you’ll be our slave and you’ll act like it and you’ll address us both as Sir.”
Joe was about to agree when Sam came in again “Oh I don’t think that will be a problem, he won’t be talking anyway.”
“Gag?” Rick asked.
“Hood!”
“What uh…”
“Shut up and get naked already so you can put this on!” Sam said interrupting.
“Out here?! What if someone sees me?”
“We’re in an alley numb nuts. Besides, you may yet get the chance to be naked or exposed again. Hurry up.”
Joe conceded and hurriedly started removing his clothes, his sudden excitement was making his hands shake and he nearly fell over twice when trying to take off his combat boots. He then covered himself with the silicone lube Sam provided and helped him into the rubber catsuit. It was very nearly a perfect fit and several minutes later Joe was encased from the neck down in a tight, somewhat thick rubber suit, gloves, rubber socks and a harness locked on around his chest.
“Ooh, I kinda like this.” he said while rubbing his rubber-gloved hands over his arms and body as he explored the new material “I think I already see what the appeal is.”
“Think we have a natural here?” Sam asked Rick jokingly.
“There’s only one way to find out!”
“Alright uh…” Sam looked back at Rick “What are we gonna call him?”
“Oh, my name is…”
“Be quiet, I wasn’t talking to you” Sam said sharply and Joe couldn’t tell if he was serious or not so he opted to stay quiet for the time being.
“Hm… Since he seems to be a total nube and as a newcomer, let’s call him Meat!”
“Oh that’s good!” Sam chortled “Ok Meat, let’s put this on you while my man here gets your restraints in place, he said while handing Meat an obviously thick rubber hood. The thing darn near held its shape all on its own.
Meat examined it quickly and noticed that the hood had tinted lenses and some protrusions inside coming from the mouth and nose.
“What’s all this inside?”
“Really?” Sam asked in disbelief as he turned back to Rick who was already locking a pair of Darby cuffs with a short connecting chain around Meat’s ankles “Are you sure you want to take this guy in with us?”
“Just get him sealed up already” Rick replied in mock annoyance.
“Those are nose tubes and that funky thing is sort of a gag, it lines your entire mouth, including your tongue.”
“Oh noooo….” Meat replied with a large dose of apprehension “I’m not…”
“It’s this or you take the suit off and go home. This is the only hood I could turn up on such short notice.” Sam said with actual annoyance.
After helping Meat with the hood, he was completely sealed up a couple of minutes later. The two men added a wide leather collar and the attached wrist restraints of the Darby cuffs.
“Gm mgm ff”
“Save it Meat. That mouth liner might not mute you as much as a gag but it definitely mangles any attempt at speech. So for now all you get to do is grunt. Once for yes, twice for no and three quick grunts if you’re having a problem. And I mean a genuine problem like you’re losing the feeling in your hands or something more dire.”
Meat was then surprised to feel the codpiece of his suit being removed and the cool night air washing over his partially erect silicone-wetted cock, and then Rick’s hands handling his cock and balls. He tried to look down to see what Rick was up to but the combination of the thick rubber neck of the hood, the sight-limiting lenses and the wide leather collar prevented him from doing so, causing him to accidentally pull away from Rick while trying to bend over enough to see.
“Ah ah” Rick said while pulling Meat back toward him by his balls which had the intended effect of causing Meat enough pain to buckle his knees and grunt through the hood. The tug and subsequent pain also had the benefit of causing his cock to go soft.
“Eyes up Meat” Sam announced “With all that gear on your head, you’re going to have to keep looking forward and trust us enough to lead you around without tripping over stuff.”
Meat felt what felt like a cold metal cock ring being fastened tightly around his cock and balls (maybe a bit too tightly) and after some fiddling, it felt as if his cock was being stuffed into a cold metal tube which also seemed kind of small by the feel of it.
“Mm? Grg mm?” He understood that his speech was unintelligible so he pointed down at Rick and his cock.
“You want to know what he’s doing?” Sam asked.
“Mm!”
“Well duh slave, he’s putting on a chastity device!”
“Mrrm! Nng mm!”
“I don’t think he likes the idea” Rick said chuckling while finishing up with the chastity device and locking it in place.
“Oh Meat” Sam said playfully “You have so much to learn don’t you? All slaves stay in chastity, and especially for an event like this. It’s almost guaranteed that at some point tonight that codpiece will be removed or someone will check for your chastity device and if we’re to convince everyone that you’re our slave, you will definitely be wearing a chastity device.”
Rick snapped the codpiece back in place which helped to snug everything up against his body and as the metal started warming, it was already stimulating his cock. Which is when he quickly realized just how small that small tube really was from the instant ache that was developing in both his cock and his balls.
“Rmm gh ffg”
“Enough Meat. Anything more than grunts and that chastity device is the last thing you’ll have to worry about.” Rick said as he attached a chain leash to Meat’s collar.
Once the two men were certain they had their new slave Meat completely sealed and locked into bondage they were ready to take him inside for the evening. Meat quickly pointed out his clothes that were still in a tidy pile on the steps which Sam assured him he would take care of while Rick made sure Meat didn’t trip himself up the stairs with his ankles chained together. The chain was short enough that he had to exert a little extra effort to get each foot up to the next step, keeping his focus while Sam discreetly tossed everything Meat had taken off into a nearby garbage can.
“Can you see well enough?” Rick asked since the lenses of the hood were tinted.
“Mmm…” he thought about it for a moment and then answered with a single grunt. Things were definitely dark and hard to see but they were still outside with just a single overhead light covering the entire entryway, so he figured it would get better once inside with the brighter lights there. But after turning the corner off a main hallway and entering another space he was quickly dismayed to find that he could barely see anything! Unless it was within a few feet of his face, all he could see were dim blurry red lights and blob-like outlines of the other attendees. The music was as loud as any bar and he could feel the bass as it moved through his body. He was also surprised to notice the warmth of the space which may or may not have been attributable to him having just been outside in nothing more than a layer of rubber. He tried to get the attention fo either Rick or Sam so maybe something could be done about the fact that the hood was largely preventing him from one of his main reasons to be there in the first place; to see everything. But the music was just too loud for his muffled and mangled pleas to be heard as he was being led by the chain that Rick was holding behind him.
“Maybe my eyes will adjust a little more” he hoped to himself considering that they had just come in from a brightly lit hallway.
Sam split off to places unknown while Rick continued to pull Meat by the leash as he apparently seemed to be doing nothing more than socializing. Meat could see that some of the men Rick was talking to would occasionally notice the fact that he had someone on a leash with him but there were no introductions much to Meat’s frustration. Especially when he was particularly attracted to any number of them which would then draw his attention back to his aching cock and balls in the chastity device which was definitely too small in his opinion.
Even more frustrating was that thanks to the loud music and the fact that everyone was shouting to be heard over it, he couldn’t make out what anyone was saying when there did appear to be some attention in his direction. Attention that seemed to be a combination of casual looks, smiles and oddly… a few raised eyebrows or looks of surprise. Just what the hell were they all talking about?
But for the moment at least, he was finally in a genuinely kinky BDSM space with a ton of men, both tops and bottoms while he himself was finally in some serious gear and bondage. He was liking the rubber more and more even though he wasn’t used to sweating so much because of it, but he wasn’t as appreciative of the hood nor his inability to walk around and meet anyone. How was he supposed to get laid like this anyway?
Sam eventually caught up with them and had a beer in each hand, handing one to Rick before the three of them began moving through the crowd again. The warmth of the space and all the rubber he was sealed in had him sweating profusely and feeling very envious of the beers Rick and Sam were enjoying. Meat tried sucking on the mouth liner in hopes that there might be an opening through which he could maybe sip something through a straw but there were no openings in the hood. Now that he thought about it, he was completely encased and cut off from the air. The only air to touch him had to go through the nose tubes first and the idea made his dick twitch and then ache again.
Rick and Sam apparently found a good place to stand and when they did, they turned Meat so his back was against the wall and then both men leaned on him to rest. Now Meat was thoroughly confused. What was this all about? Weren’t they going to play with him or at least introduce him to anyone? Now more than before, he could see next to nothing as he could only look between the two men. The hood and collar prevented him from turning his head and the corner where he was now pinned to the wall was even darker than the main floor and so he truly saw next to nothing.
Rick and Sam would talk with each other off an on, sometimes more off than on as they surveyed the crowd. Meat would occasionally feel the hand of one or both of them grabbing his cock and balls and playfully shaking and squeezing them. The tube saved his cock from at least that much but his balls were slowly becoming more and more tender and achey. But he found that he was actually liking some of that even when he would at times be hit hard enough to grunt and twitch. The two men that had him in such a predicament were admittedly hot, so that was nice too. Meat was about to start fantasizing with it when he suddenly realized that they had never discussed when they would release him. Would they eventually let him loose among the crowd? Removing at least the hood so he could talk to guys and make some new connections? Or was he their slave all night? Or be consigned to be used as a resting spot while they gradually increased the amount of attention they gave his aching balls.
Not once did either man speak to Meat, the only communication he received was attention on his balls or tugs on the leash and his collar. They stood there long enough that Sam left to presumably get more beers while Rick slid over to more fully lean on Meat’s entire chest which squeezed the air out of him in the process.
It wasn’t what he had been planning on for the night, but he was starting to shift his perspective and go with it. He was getting some attention, getting to try on some gear, trying out bondage and even being a submissive, so maybe it wasn’t actually all that bad after all. But he was admittedly getting a little antsy and his feet were starting to hurt after being stuck in the same position for so long. It was a problem that he wouldn’t have to worry about for long though as when Sam returned with the beers (just two again) he spoke briefly with Rick and then without warning, Meat was being tugged along behind them again until they arrived at a collection of men and boys and a heavy iron cage. There was a moment of panic that shot through him at the idea that maybe they were going to put him in that cage as they were starting to remove the Darby cuffs from his wrists and ankles. While they were doing so though, someone else was ushered into the cage instead which at least eased his fears about going in. And then a second boy was put in the cage before it was closed which certainly had Meat’s attention as now the cage looked crowded wither neither occupant able to stretch out in any direction.
But after that, he was positioned to face the cage and then his shoulders were pushed forward where he figured out he was to lay his torso on top of it. It was a little awkward thanks to the thick rubber hood and the wide leather collar as he couldn’t lift his head very much to see anything, he was for the most part, stuck at looking right at the top of the cage, at least he could look down into it and see the boys trapped inside below him. His hands were pulled forward to the opposite side of the cage and he felt something being quickly placed around his wrists. His limited ability to see or move his head prevented him from getting a clear look at what was happening and just as he finally got eyes on one wrist, they were both quickly pulled tight and tied off to the cage. It was a real stretch too and he could feel it in his arms and chest enough that he wasn't sure if he could handle it for long and just as he was about to try grunting about it, his feet were kicked wide apart and seconds later his feet were tied to the cage as well.
He was in a spread eagle position while being bent over the cage and he felt very vulnerable yet somehow excited at the same time, but more vulnerable than anything. He kept trying to find either Rick or Sam but the collar and hood kept causing him grief until his head was pushed forward until his forehead made contact with one of the bars on top of the cage. Something soft was stuffed between the bar and his forehead and while his head was being held down, it was also quickly tied to the cage! Now he couldn’t move in any direction and couldn’t even lift his head, all he could do was to look straight down at the boys in the cage.
He didn’t have long to worry about that though as once he felt the ass zip of his suit being opened, he realized what was about to happen. And he was worried, he was not at all prepared to be some kind of perverted party favor. Cold lube was smeared in his ass and fingers started working it into his asshole causing him to clench and start fighting against the ropes that tied him so securely to the cage. There was an increase in the sounds from all the men around them of which he was only dimly aware which signified their own excitement of the impending action.
“Relax Meat” Sam’s voice was in his ear now as he was right next to Meat’s rubber hooded head “Sir is showing you off a little and then he’s going to fuck your ass. And then maybe I’l take a turn. The boys in the cage will be here to help you along too, so just relax and enjoy yourself!”
Meat was still a bit rattled but it was… comforting(?) to know that at least it was his, well… it was his master who would be fucking his ass. Possibly followed by his other master. What a fucking night!
Rick was still playing with Meat’s ass, fingering his hole, working more lube in and just generally having fun with it and loosening it up which slowly, was getting Meat to actually relax. He closed his eyes to focus on his ass and the things that Rick was doing and was getting ready to do (he wanted to get laid anyway right?) when he was hit with an overpowering smell which at first started him coughing as it had something of a burning sensation as he inhaled so much of it. But then then it didn’t go away and he couldn’t get away from it and seconds later he felt his face flush hot with fresh blood. His body warmed and he felt contradictory sensations of floating while the feeling of the bondage became more intense.
The mouth lining gag felt suddenly more prominent and then he couldn’t think clearly. He was overwhelmed and awash with hormones and sensations and just as he thought he couldn’t handle any more of the strange new fumes, he finally felt fresh air flowing in through the tubes in his nose moments before he felt Rick’s meaty cock sliding into his ass.
“Ohhhh fuuuuck!” His entire body shuddered, it was as if his entire body was feeling exactly the same thing that his ass was feeling, and it was marvelous. His scattered mind imagined a huge cock sliding into his ass which seemed to be separate as well as a part of him, it was confusing but he couldn’t think about that since it all felt too fucking good. Rick’s cock slid in and out of his ass, slowly at first and pausing at times in different places. Sometimes he thought Rick just had the tip of his cock in which somehow made his ass vibrate, and other times that cock was driven in all the way to Rick’s balls, filling him and connecting him with Rick in ways he never expected. He moaned but it was more of a feeling as he couldn’t really hear himself thanks to the music and the fact that his attention was elsewhere. He shuddered and twitched and he was barely aware of the shouts around him at the show that Rick was apparently putting on by fucking his slave over a cage filled with boys.
Boys who once again pressed a rubber anesthesia mask around his nose through the bars of the cage, dosing him again with the strange fumes and sending him off to some other realm. He couldn’t keep his eyes focused and so he closed them which allowed him to focus more on his ass while he saw tiny stars floating around, a few colors here and there and oddly some sort of ring that dominated his central vision. The fumes kept building until he had a desperate sound to his grunts which was when the boy in the cage finally let him breath fresh air again.
Over and over again while his ass was being fucked and pounded on he was dosed and sent off to who knows where. He was barely able to ever be free and clear of the fumes, the boys in the cage somehow supremely aware of when he was returning to normal and then dosing him again, keeping him utterly confused, out of control and more insanely inundated with sensations that he could barely handle.
He felt hips slamming against his ass, at times the angle of the cock changed which sent him spiraling and rocketing out of control, lost and wonderfully drowning with sensations so intense that he never could have guessed were possible. He felt himself sweating profusely, panting in short rapid breaths and spinning and floating in ways he knew he couldn’t actually be doing, but he felt it nonetheless. It seemed to last forever and in the brief moments of near-clarity before the anesthesia mask was pressed to his rubber hooded face again, he was impressed at Rick’s stamina.
He just kept going for what felt like forever, the sensations would change, the way he fucked Meat would change but it didn’t stop. He was never able to think perfectly clearly and for the love of God he wanted to cum. The chastity device was crushing his cock and balls, he felt almost as if he had been kicked in the balls much of the time but it only served to keep him stimulated and excited. His rubbered fingers clenched and grasped at the empty air, his legs strained and trembled from the awkward position and he felt unhinged from reality. He never knew his ass could feel like that, he never knew about whatever it was that he was inhaling which was sending him on flights he never knew were possible.
Fuck he wanted to jerk himself off so damned badly…
Finally though, his ass was no longer being pounded on. The interior of his ass was no longer being probed and abused and he could just let the tension in his body go as he laid limply on top of the cage as pre-cum dripped out of the chastity device while trying to catch his breath. He was spent, he had no idea that just being fucked could be so utterly exhausting and then he mercifully felt the rope that was holding his head to the cage being untied and his head was lifted up until he could look ahead rather than only down into the cage. It was Rick and he had a smile on his face.
“Good job Meat” he started “When we started this I wasn’t sure you were going to be able to handle it but fuck you did good.”
Meat was feeling a sense of relief, pride and gratitude while still being quite a bit dazed and exhausted.
“Nine guys. I think that’s a new record.” he added.
“Wha? Nine… guys?” Meat felt things tipping weirdly sideways.
“I’m going to leave you here to rest for a few while we get ready to go so don’t worry about anything. You did good, I’m impressed.”
Rick let go of Meat’s head and he found it instantly much more difficult to hold it up. His exhaustion and the resistance from the hood and collar were still too powerful to fight against for very long and he watched Rick walk off into the crowd, or at least out of his extremely limited field of view.
“Alright meat” He heard Sam’s voice in his ear again “I’m going to plug you up before we get going so just relax and enjoy it.”
“Plug… what?” It wasn’t registering with his addled brain until he felt the butt plug starting to stretch his ass as it was being inserted. And it kept stretching his ass until he thought he might bleed, but then Sam would back off and work it back and forth until slowly, with a long slow grunt from himself, he felt it slip into place which sent Meat on a fresh round of squirming and twitching spasms as he grunted and moaned, barely able to catch his breath since he still hadn’t finally recovered from… well, before.
He felt his butt cheeks coming together as the ass zip of the suit was closed, it all served to push the butt plug in just a little bit deeper which was surprisingly wonderful. He had only ever played with dildos, never with a butt plug but already he knew that he would need to explore them some more.
Sam patted Meat’s back and then began releasing him from the cage and helping him to stand up which was an exceedingly wobbly affair. Meat was spent, completely wiped out and he was clearly just barely able to focus on what was happening around him. By then Rick had returned with what looked like a large duffle bag and some rope. Meat was trying to get his wits about him, and his legs more solidly underneath him when Sam reached around from behind and pressed the anesthesia mask to his rubber encased face, drowning Meat once again in the heady fumes of poppers. Meat went limp and fell back into Sam’s arms, barely aware of a flurry of activity around his torso until he was guided down to the floor where he was all too happy to be at the moment. Something nice and solid, and a little wonderfully cool, Meat didn’t think he had ever sweat so much in his life. He was flying high on amyl and hormones and he just laid there amused, goofily wondering what Rick was doing to him until it was too late.
With surprising speed, Meat found himself in an amazingly tight hogtie. His legs had been tightly tied together, his upper arms had been bound to his chest and then his feet were pulled up tight behind him where his wrists were then pulled taught and tied off. It was insanely strenuous and he was both worried and incredibly aroused at the same time. He tested his bonds, barely able to rock from side to side as he felt the crushing intensity of the ropes pulling and crushing his body into a tight, compact mass of flesh and rubber. Now all he could do was look at the floor, the hogtie made it impossible for him to move his head even the small amount that he could before and still he was both excited and confused.
He was profoundly exhausted and needed to rest, better yet, a snack and some water would be a blessing, but then again, this hogtie while being encased in rubber, gagged and butt plugged, was a huge turn on. Just what was going to happen next he wondered, he wasn’t sure if he had it in him to do anything else. The night had started off oddly but then turned out to be far better than he could have hoped for. Was he understanding Rick right too? Nine… guys? Had he somehow lost so much sense of time that he had been fucked by nine guys without even realizing it? No… Wow! Nooo…
Hands shifted his body from one side to the next, he felt something being tugged out from underneath him and then he felt the sides of the duffle bag being pulled up over him before hearing the zipper being closed. He was so tired, so high on poppers and so spaced out that he didn’t realize that Rick and Sam had hogtied him tightly and stuffed him in a duffle bag that he just barely fit in. He could feel it pulling against his body pretty much everywhere.
Then suddenly he was semi-weightless as they lifted him off the floor. Rick on one side and Sam on the other, each holding one of the handles of the bag as they started heading out to their car. He heard someone talk to them briefly, he couldn’t make it all out but what he heard sounded something like:
“No way, you’re taking your slave out of here like that?”
“Totally! It’s the only way it’s going to fit in the back of the car man!”
There was some laughter and he felt the motion again as he was carried away inside the duffle bag.
“Wait… in the back of the car? Wait. No… if the event’s over they should be letting me out!”
He started to squirm as his mind started truly realizing that he had never negotiated when he would be released, fuck!
“Oh.. I think he’s starting to catch on.” he heard Sam joking.
“It’s about time. But that’s OK, we don’t need him to think do we?”
“Nah, it just gets in the way doesn’t it?”
He was set down and then heard the back of a car being opened and then with grunts from both men he was hoisted up and dropped into the back of the car. Moments later he felt more bags of gear being dropped in around him, and on him, and then he heard the lid or the hatch close with a thud and everything became quiet for a while. He strained to hear them, or to hear anything as his mind started to fill with a sense of dread and panic as now that he thought about it, for all he knew, these guys could be crazy. What were they going to do with him?
The doors opened, he felt them sit down and a minute later they were driving away with him hogtied and stuffed in a duffle bag in the back of their car which was quickly getting stuffy and stale. Where were they taking him? Would they let him go once they got to their destination? Would they fuck him again? Would they do something worse, something crazy?
He tried to struggle but there was no chance of escape and if they even heard him crying out, they ignored him. He was stuck, he was fucked and he had no idea of what lay ahead of him.
“Shit… they never said I’d be their slave “for the night” did they?”
“Oh! Uh hi. I didn’t expect anyone to be back here.” Joe said in surprise as he came around the corner to the back of the building. The two men he ran into had stepped out a of back door to smoke a bowl for a minute before returning inside.
“Yeah… neither did we.” Rick struck a forceful pose with his hands on his belt.
“So, can um, can I get in this way?”
“Not unless you’ve got an access band on, which I’m not seeing. Got told to shove off at the front entrance? Nice ink though.” Sam noted, his own tattoos being a slow collective process.
The boy’s arms were well covered with full sleeve tattoos.
“Thanks, yeah. Dude was kind of jerk about it though.”
“This is a private event you know. That’s why he’s manning the door, he doesn’t take any shit.” Rick added.
“Yeah, I know. But come on, I’m just one guy.”
“Just one guy who thought he could skip buying a ticket and sneak in to a private event?” Rick wasn’t having any of a stranger’s attempts to skirt the rules.
“I wasn’t going to cause any problems man. It’s just that… fuck I dunno. Fine, forget it.” Joe deflated as he knew he wasn’t going to convince these two studs to let him in to do whatever it was that he was going to do.
“Hold up a minute now…” Sam chimed in with a bit of a smirk on his face. He then leaned in to Rick’s ear and began whispering to him.
“Heh, yeah?” Rick responded loud enough for Joe to hear.
“Totally. It’d be fun.” Sam said.
“What about security? You know Buster warns ‘em about guys like our little sneak here.”
Sam whispered in Rick’s ear again which caused the two of them to focus their gaze on Joe who was still at the bottom of the stairs feeling hopeful but more nervous every second. After another minute of anxiety-producing back and forth between Rick and Sam they had apparently made their decision.
“Alright boy, do you still want to go in and be a part of the action?” Rick asked sounding stern.
There was a grin across Sam’s face that Joe wasn’t sure he liked but he really wanted to finally be a part of the BDSM scene; leather, rubber, bondage… all of it. He tried not to sound too eager with his reply.
“Well yeah, that’s why I came back this way.”
“Hmm… you’ll need to lose that attitude though, but we can work on that.” Rick replied.
“That sounds good enough to me” Sam said in almost a sing-song sort of voice and he spun around and went back inside.
“Uh, where’s he going?” Joe asked.
“Not that it’s any business of yours but he’s going to get the things that will enable you go inside, with us.”
“What?” Joe was dubious.
“Two things; First, you’ve already been kicked out by security so they’ll recognize you and will throw you out again regardless of anything we say since you don’t have an access wrist band. So you’re going to essentially need to wear a disguise which we are providing at no expense to you and out of the goodness of our own hearts. Secondly, since you will be in our gear and because we don’t know you yet or what you might get up to, we will be your chaperones for the evening.”
Joe was about to object when Rick cut him off “And you will act and be treated like our slave, complete with bondage and you will be on a leash the entire time.”
Joe couldn’t help himself and despite his objections, his cock was already giving everyone his answer, but he still tried to negotiate.
“It’s that or you go home and jerk yourself off. Or whatever. We’re taking a risk just by bringing you in, and I for one am not going to be embarrassed by some stranger around these guys. If you want in, you’re going to be our slave. End of discussion.”
Joe was profoundly conflicted, he was feeling pouty about the lack of control and autonomy, wary of being a slave but still turned on by the offer and even the idea of being a slave.
“Ok, sure. It’s just for one night, it can’t hurt. By the way, my name is…”
Sam emerged from the door and interrupted Joe before he could say is name “Here we go! This will definitely conceal your identity and let us all have some fun. Is he in?”
“So far. So are you ready boy?”
Sam held up what appeared to be a large mass of shiny black rubber for Joe to see.
“You want me to wear that?”
“This and a bit more. Your tatts will get your recognized and since this is a BDSM party, gear of some type is absolutely required.”
“Yes or no, we’re wasting time here.” Rick announced. Joe got the feeling that Rick was definitely the more dominant of the two men.
“Yeah, sure. Why not? I’ve been kinda curious about what the appeal of rubber is anyway.”
“Wow” Sam replied “He doesn’t sound all that excited or grateful. Maybe we should just go back inside?”
“No! Uh, sorry. I uh, didn’t mean to um, be rude?”
The two men could see how Joe was in unfamiliar territory but trying not to blow his opportunity.
“You didn’t mean to be rude… what?” Rick prompted.
Joe stared at him for a moment, not understanding.
“You didn’t mean to be rude Sirs.” Sam offered “You sure you want to take this guy in with us?”
“Yeah. I’m feeling adventurous now that we’ve been going on about it all. So just remember boy, you’ll be our slave and you’ll act like it and you’ll address us both as Sir.”
Joe was about to agree when Sam came in again “Oh I don’t think that will be a problem, he won’t be talking anyway.”
“Gag?” Rick asked.
“Hood!”
“What uh…”
“Shut up and get naked already so you can put this on!” Sam said interrupting.
“Out here?! What if someone sees me?”
“We’re in an alley numb nuts. Besides, you may yet get the chance to be naked or exposed again. Hurry up.”
Joe conceded and hurriedly started removing his clothes, his sudden excitement was making his hands shake and he nearly fell over twice when trying to take off his combat boots. He then covered himself with the silicone lube Sam provided and helped him into the rubber catsuit. It was very nearly a perfect fit and several minutes later Joe was encased from the neck down in a tight, somewhat thick rubber suit, gloves, rubber socks and a harness locked on around his chest.
“Ooh, I kinda like this.” he said while rubbing his rubber-gloved hands over his arms and body as he explored the new material “I think I already see what the appeal is.”
“Think we have a natural here?” Sam asked Rick jokingly.
“There’s only one way to find out!”
“Alright uh…” Sam looked back at Rick “What are we gonna call him?”
“Oh, my name is…”
“Be quiet, I wasn’t talking to you” Sam said sharply and Joe couldn’t tell if he was serious or not so he opted to stay quiet for the time being.
“Hm… Since he seems to be a total nube and as a newcomer, let’s call him Meat!”
“Oh that’s good!” Sam chortled “Ok Meat, let’s put this on you while my man here gets your restraints in place, he said while handing Meat an obviously thick rubber hood. The thing darn near held its shape all on its own.
Meat examined it quickly and noticed that the hood had tinted lenses and some protrusions inside coming from the mouth and nose.
“What’s all this inside?”
“Really?” Sam asked in disbelief as he turned back to Rick who was already locking a pair of Darby cuffs with a short connecting chain around Meat’s ankles “Are you sure you want to take this guy in with us?”
“Just get him sealed up already” Rick replied in mock annoyance.
“Those are nose tubes and that funky thing is sort of a gag, it lines your entire mouth, including your tongue.”
“Oh noooo….” Meat replied with a large dose of apprehension “I’m not…”
“It’s this or you take the suit off and go home. This is the only hood I could turn up on such short notice.” Sam said with actual annoyance.
After helping Meat with the hood, he was completely sealed up a couple of minutes later. The two men added a wide leather collar and the attached wrist restraints of the Darby cuffs.
“Gm mgm ff”
“Save it Meat. That mouth liner might not mute you as much as a gag but it definitely mangles any attempt at speech. So for now all you get to do is grunt. Once for yes, twice for no and three quick grunts if you’re having a problem. And I mean a genuine problem like you’re losing the feeling in your hands or something more dire.”
Meat was then surprised to feel the codpiece of his suit being removed and the cool night air washing over his partially erect silicone-wetted cock, and then Rick’s hands handling his cock and balls. He tried to look down to see what Rick was up to but the combination of the thick rubber neck of the hood, the sight-limiting lenses and the wide leather collar prevented him from doing so, causing him to accidentally pull away from Rick while trying to bend over enough to see.
“Ah ah” Rick said while pulling Meat back toward him by his balls which had the intended effect of causing Meat enough pain to buckle his knees and grunt through the hood. The tug and subsequent pain also had the benefit of causing his cock to go soft.
“Eyes up Meat” Sam announced “With all that gear on your head, you’re going to have to keep looking forward and trust us enough to lead you around without tripping over stuff.”
Meat felt what felt like a cold metal cock ring being fastened tightly around his cock and balls (maybe a bit too tightly) and after some fiddling, it felt as if his cock was being stuffed into a cold metal tube which also seemed kind of small by the feel of it.
“Mm? Grg mm?” He understood that his speech was unintelligible so he pointed down at Rick and his cock.
“You want to know what he’s doing?” Sam asked.
“Mm!”
“Well duh slave, he’s putting on a chastity device!”
“Mrrm! Nng mm!”
“I don’t think he likes the idea” Rick said chuckling while finishing up with the chastity device and locking it in place.
“Oh Meat” Sam said playfully “You have so much to learn don’t you? All slaves stay in chastity, and especially for an event like this. It’s almost guaranteed that at some point tonight that codpiece will be removed or someone will check for your chastity device and if we’re to convince everyone that you’re our slave, you will definitely be wearing a chastity device.”
Rick snapped the codpiece back in place which helped to snug everything up against his body and as the metal started warming, it was already stimulating his cock. Which is when he quickly realized just how small that small tube really was from the instant ache that was developing in both his cock and his balls.
“Rmm gh ffg”
“Enough Meat. Anything more than grunts and that chastity device is the last thing you’ll have to worry about.” Rick said as he attached a chain leash to Meat’s collar.
Once the two men were certain they had their new slave Meat completely sealed and locked into bondage they were ready to take him inside for the evening. Meat quickly pointed out his clothes that were still in a tidy pile on the steps which Sam assured him he would take care of while Rick made sure Meat didn’t trip himself up the stairs with his ankles chained together. The chain was short enough that he had to exert a little extra effort to get each foot up to the next step, keeping his focus while Sam discreetly tossed everything Meat had taken off into a nearby garbage can.
“Can you see well enough?” Rick asked since the lenses of the hood were tinted.
“Mmm…” he thought about it for a moment and then answered with a single grunt. Things were definitely dark and hard to see but they were still outside with just a single overhead light covering the entire entryway, so he figured it would get better once inside with the brighter lights there. But after turning the corner off a main hallway and entering another space he was quickly dismayed to find that he could barely see anything! Unless it was within a few feet of his face, all he could see were dim blurry red lights and blob-like outlines of the other attendees. The music was as loud as any bar and he could feel the bass as it moved through his body. He was also surprised to notice the warmth of the space which may or may not have been attributable to him having just been outside in nothing more than a layer of rubber. He tried to get the attention fo either Rick or Sam so maybe something could be done about the fact that the hood was largely preventing him from one of his main reasons to be there in the first place; to see everything. But the music was just too loud for his muffled and mangled pleas to be heard as he was being led by the chain that Rick was holding behind him.
“Maybe my eyes will adjust a little more” he hoped to himself considering that they had just come in from a brightly lit hallway.
Sam split off to places unknown while Rick continued to pull Meat by the leash as he apparently seemed to be doing nothing more than socializing. Meat could see that some of the men Rick was talking to would occasionally notice the fact that he had someone on a leash with him but there were no introductions much to Meat’s frustration. Especially when he was particularly attracted to any number of them which would then draw his attention back to his aching cock and balls in the chastity device which was definitely too small in his opinion.
Even more frustrating was that thanks to the loud music and the fact that everyone was shouting to be heard over it, he couldn’t make out what anyone was saying when there did appear to be some attention in his direction. Attention that seemed to be a combination of casual looks, smiles and oddly… a few raised eyebrows or looks of surprise. Just what the hell were they all talking about?
But for the moment at least, he was finally in a genuinely kinky BDSM space with a ton of men, both tops and bottoms while he himself was finally in some serious gear and bondage. He was liking the rubber more and more even though he wasn’t used to sweating so much because of it, but he wasn’t as appreciative of the hood nor his inability to walk around and meet anyone. How was he supposed to get laid like this anyway?
Sam eventually caught up with them and had a beer in each hand, handing one to Rick before the three of them began moving through the crowd again. The warmth of the space and all the rubber he was sealed in had him sweating profusely and feeling very envious of the beers Rick and Sam were enjoying. Meat tried sucking on the mouth liner in hopes that there might be an opening through which he could maybe sip something through a straw but there were no openings in the hood. Now that he thought about it, he was completely encased and cut off from the air. The only air to touch him had to go through the nose tubes first and the idea made his dick twitch and then ache again.
Rick and Sam apparently found a good place to stand and when they did, they turned Meat so his back was against the wall and then both men leaned on him to rest. Now Meat was thoroughly confused. What was this all about? Weren’t they going to play with him or at least introduce him to anyone? Now more than before, he could see next to nothing as he could only look between the two men. The hood and collar prevented him from turning his head and the corner where he was now pinned to the wall was even darker than the main floor and so he truly saw next to nothing.
Rick and Sam would talk with each other off an on, sometimes more off than on as they surveyed the crowd. Meat would occasionally feel the hand of one or both of them grabbing his cock and balls and playfully shaking and squeezing them. The tube saved his cock from at least that much but his balls were slowly becoming more and more tender and achey. But he found that he was actually liking some of that even when he would at times be hit hard enough to grunt and twitch. The two men that had him in such a predicament were admittedly hot, so that was nice too. Meat was about to start fantasizing with it when he suddenly realized that they had never discussed when they would release him. Would they eventually let him loose among the crowd? Removing at least the hood so he could talk to guys and make some new connections? Or was he their slave all night? Or be consigned to be used as a resting spot while they gradually increased the amount of attention they gave his aching balls.
Not once did either man speak to Meat, the only communication he received was attention on his balls or tugs on the leash and his collar. They stood there long enough that Sam left to presumably get more beers while Rick slid over to more fully lean on Meat’s entire chest which squeezed the air out of him in the process.
It wasn’t what he had been planning on for the night, but he was starting to shift his perspective and go with it. He was getting some attention, getting to try on some gear, trying out bondage and even being a submissive, so maybe it wasn’t actually all that bad after all. But he was admittedly getting a little antsy and his feet were starting to hurt after being stuck in the same position for so long. It was a problem that he wouldn’t have to worry about for long though as when Sam returned with the beers (just two again) he spoke briefly with Rick and then without warning, Meat was being tugged along behind them again until they arrived at a collection of men and boys and a heavy iron cage. There was a moment of panic that shot through him at the idea that maybe they were going to put him in that cage as they were starting to remove the Darby cuffs from his wrists and ankles. While they were doing so though, someone else was ushered into the cage instead which at least eased his fears about going in. And then a second boy was put in the cage before it was closed which certainly had Meat’s attention as now the cage looked crowded wither neither occupant able to stretch out in any direction.
But after that, he was positioned to face the cage and then his shoulders were pushed forward where he figured out he was to lay his torso on top of it. It was a little awkward thanks to the thick rubber hood and the wide leather collar as he couldn’t lift his head very much to see anything, he was for the most part, stuck at looking right at the top of the cage, at least he could look down into it and see the boys trapped inside below him. His hands were pulled forward to the opposite side of the cage and he felt something being quickly placed around his wrists. His limited ability to see or move his head prevented him from getting a clear look at what was happening and just as he finally got eyes on one wrist, they were both quickly pulled tight and tied off to the cage. It was a real stretch too and he could feel it in his arms and chest enough that he wasn't sure if he could handle it for long and just as he was about to try grunting about it, his feet were kicked wide apart and seconds later his feet were tied to the cage as well.
He was in a spread eagle position while being bent over the cage and he felt very vulnerable yet somehow excited at the same time, but more vulnerable than anything. He kept trying to find either Rick or Sam but the collar and hood kept causing him grief until his head was pushed forward until his forehead made contact with one of the bars on top of the cage. Something soft was stuffed between the bar and his forehead and while his head was being held down, it was also quickly tied to the cage! Now he couldn’t move in any direction and couldn’t even lift his head, all he could do was to look straight down at the boys in the cage.
He didn’t have long to worry about that though as once he felt the ass zip of his suit being opened, he realized what was about to happen. And he was worried, he was not at all prepared to be some kind of perverted party favor. Cold lube was smeared in his ass and fingers started working it into his asshole causing him to clench and start fighting against the ropes that tied him so securely to the cage. There was an increase in the sounds from all the men around them of which he was only dimly aware which signified their own excitement of the impending action.
“Relax Meat” Sam’s voice was in his ear now as he was right next to Meat’s rubber hooded head “Sir is showing you off a little and then he’s going to fuck your ass. And then maybe I’l take a turn. The boys in the cage will be here to help you along too, so just relax and enjoy yourself!”
Meat was still a bit rattled but it was… comforting(?) to know that at least it was his, well… it was his master who would be fucking his ass. Possibly followed by his other master. What a fucking night!
Rick was still playing with Meat’s ass, fingering his hole, working more lube in and just generally having fun with it and loosening it up which slowly, was getting Meat to actually relax. He closed his eyes to focus on his ass and the things that Rick was doing and was getting ready to do (he wanted to get laid anyway right?) when he was hit with an overpowering smell which at first started him coughing as it had something of a burning sensation as he inhaled so much of it. But then then it didn’t go away and he couldn’t get away from it and seconds later he felt his face flush hot with fresh blood. His body warmed and he felt contradictory sensations of floating while the feeling of the bondage became more intense.
The mouth lining gag felt suddenly more prominent and then he couldn’t think clearly. He was overwhelmed and awash with hormones and sensations and just as he thought he couldn’t handle any more of the strange new fumes, he finally felt fresh air flowing in through the tubes in his nose moments before he felt Rick’s meaty cock sliding into his ass.
“Ohhhh fuuuuck!” His entire body shuddered, it was as if his entire body was feeling exactly the same thing that his ass was feeling, and it was marvelous. His scattered mind imagined a huge cock sliding into his ass which seemed to be separate as well as a part of him, it was confusing but he couldn’t think about that since it all felt too fucking good. Rick’s cock slid in and out of his ass, slowly at first and pausing at times in different places. Sometimes he thought Rick just had the tip of his cock in which somehow made his ass vibrate, and other times that cock was driven in all the way to Rick’s balls, filling him and connecting him with Rick in ways he never expected. He moaned but it was more of a feeling as he couldn’t really hear himself thanks to the music and the fact that his attention was elsewhere. He shuddered and twitched and he was barely aware of the shouts around him at the show that Rick was apparently putting on by fucking his slave over a cage filled with boys.
Boys who once again pressed a rubber anesthesia mask around his nose through the bars of the cage, dosing him again with the strange fumes and sending him off to some other realm. He couldn’t keep his eyes focused and so he closed them which allowed him to focus more on his ass while he saw tiny stars floating around, a few colors here and there and oddly some sort of ring that dominated his central vision. The fumes kept building until he had a desperate sound to his grunts which was when the boy in the cage finally let him breath fresh air again.
Over and over again while his ass was being fucked and pounded on he was dosed and sent off to who knows where. He was barely able to ever be free and clear of the fumes, the boys in the cage somehow supremely aware of when he was returning to normal and then dosing him again, keeping him utterly confused, out of control and more insanely inundated with sensations that he could barely handle.
He felt hips slamming against his ass, at times the angle of the cock changed which sent him spiraling and rocketing out of control, lost and wonderfully drowning with sensations so intense that he never could have guessed were possible. He felt himself sweating profusely, panting in short rapid breaths and spinning and floating in ways he knew he couldn’t actually be doing, but he felt it nonetheless. It seemed to last forever and in the brief moments of near-clarity before the anesthesia mask was pressed to his rubber hooded face again, he was impressed at Rick’s stamina.
He just kept going for what felt like forever, the sensations would change, the way he fucked Meat would change but it didn’t stop. He was never able to think perfectly clearly and for the love of God he wanted to cum. The chastity device was crushing his cock and balls, he felt almost as if he had been kicked in the balls much of the time but it only served to keep him stimulated and excited. His rubbered fingers clenched and grasped at the empty air, his legs strained and trembled from the awkward position and he felt unhinged from reality. He never knew his ass could feel like that, he never knew about whatever it was that he was inhaling which was sending him on flights he never knew were possible.
Fuck he wanted to jerk himself off so damned badly…
Finally though, his ass was no longer being pounded on. The interior of his ass was no longer being probed and abused and he could just let the tension in his body go as he laid limply on top of the cage as pre-cum dripped out of the chastity device while trying to catch his breath. He was spent, he had no idea that just being fucked could be so utterly exhausting and then he mercifully felt the rope that was holding his head to the cage being untied and his head was lifted up until he could look ahead rather than only down into the cage. It was Rick and he had a smile on his face.
“Good job Meat” he started “When we started this I wasn’t sure you were going to be able to handle it but fuck you did good.”
Meat was feeling a sense of relief, pride and gratitude while still being quite a bit dazed and exhausted.
“Nine guys. I think that’s a new record.” he added.
“Wha? Nine… guys?” Meat felt things tipping weirdly sideways.
“I’m going to leave you here to rest for a few while we get ready to go so don’t worry about anything. You did good, I’m impressed.”
Rick let go of Meat’s head and he found it instantly much more difficult to hold it up. His exhaustion and the resistance from the hood and collar were still too powerful to fight against for very long and he watched Rick walk off into the crowd, or at least out of his extremely limited field of view.
“Alright meat” He heard Sam’s voice in his ear again “I’m going to plug you up before we get going so just relax and enjoy it.”
“Plug… what?” It wasn’t registering with his addled brain until he felt the butt plug starting to stretch his ass as it was being inserted. And it kept stretching his ass until he thought he might bleed, but then Sam would back off and work it back and forth until slowly, with a long slow grunt from himself, he felt it slip into place which sent Meat on a fresh round of squirming and twitching spasms as he grunted and moaned, barely able to catch his breath since he still hadn’t finally recovered from… well, before.
He felt his butt cheeks coming together as the ass zip of the suit was closed, it all served to push the butt plug in just a little bit deeper which was surprisingly wonderful. He had only ever played with dildos, never with a butt plug but already he knew that he would need to explore them some more.
Sam patted Meat’s back and then began releasing him from the cage and helping him to stand up which was an exceedingly wobbly affair. Meat was spent, completely wiped out and he was clearly just barely able to focus on what was happening around him. By then Rick had returned with what looked like a large duffle bag and some rope. Meat was trying to get his wits about him, and his legs more solidly underneath him when Sam reached around from behind and pressed the anesthesia mask to his rubber encased face, drowning Meat once again in the heady fumes of poppers. Meat went limp and fell back into Sam’s arms, barely aware of a flurry of activity around his torso until he was guided down to the floor where he was all too happy to be at the moment. Something nice and solid, and a little wonderfully cool, Meat didn’t think he had ever sweat so much in his life. He was flying high on amyl and hormones and he just laid there amused, goofily wondering what Rick was doing to him until it was too late.
With surprising speed, Meat found himself in an amazingly tight hogtie. His legs had been tightly tied together, his upper arms had been bound to his chest and then his feet were pulled up tight behind him where his wrists were then pulled taught and tied off. It was insanely strenuous and he was both worried and incredibly aroused at the same time. He tested his bonds, barely able to rock from side to side as he felt the crushing intensity of the ropes pulling and crushing his body into a tight, compact mass of flesh and rubber. Now all he could do was look at the floor, the hogtie made it impossible for him to move his head even the small amount that he could before and still he was both excited and confused.
He was profoundly exhausted and needed to rest, better yet, a snack and some water would be a blessing, but then again, this hogtie while being encased in rubber, gagged and butt plugged, was a huge turn on. Just what was going to happen next he wondered, he wasn’t sure if he had it in him to do anything else. The night had started off oddly but then turned out to be far better than he could have hoped for. Was he understanding Rick right too? Nine… guys? Had he somehow lost so much sense of time that he had been fucked by nine guys without even realizing it? No… Wow! Nooo…
Hands shifted his body from one side to the next, he felt something being tugged out from underneath him and then he felt the sides of the duffle bag being pulled up over him before hearing the zipper being closed. He was so tired, so high on poppers and so spaced out that he didn’t realize that Rick and Sam had hogtied him tightly and stuffed him in a duffle bag that he just barely fit in. He could feel it pulling against his body pretty much everywhere.
Then suddenly he was semi-weightless as they lifted him off the floor. Rick on one side and Sam on the other, each holding one of the handles of the bag as they started heading out to their car. He heard someone talk to them briefly, he couldn’t make it all out but what he heard sounded something like:
“No way, you’re taking your slave out of here like that?”
“Totally! It’s the only way it’s going to fit in the back of the car man!”
There was some laughter and he felt the motion again as he was carried away inside the duffle bag.
“Wait… in the back of the car? Wait. No… if the event’s over they should be letting me out!”
He started to squirm as his mind started truly realizing that he had never negotiated when he would be released, fuck!
“Oh.. I think he’s starting to catch on.” he heard Sam joking.
“It’s about time. But that’s OK, we don’t need him to think do we?”
“Nah, it just gets in the way doesn’t it?”
He was set down and then heard the back of a car being opened and then with grunts from both men he was hoisted up and dropped into the back of the car. Moments later he felt more bags of gear being dropped in around him, and on him, and then he heard the lid or the hatch close with a thud and everything became quiet for a while. He strained to hear them, or to hear anything as his mind started to fill with a sense of dread and panic as now that he thought about it, for all he knew, these guys could be crazy. What were they going to do with him?
The doors opened, he felt them sit down and a minute later they were driving away with him hogtied and stuffed in a duffle bag in the back of their car which was quickly getting stuffy and stale. Where were they taking him? Would they let him go once they got to their destination? Would they fuck him again? Would they do something worse, something crazy?
He tried to struggle but there was no chance of escape and if they even heard him crying out, they ignored him. He was stuck, he was fucked and he had no idea of what lay ahead of him.
“Shit… they never said I’d be their slave “for the night” did they?”