Taken In Error M/M
Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2019 10:22 pm
Friday afternoon I decided to take a hike. I pulled into the trailhead behind another car. We were the only two in the lot As I locked up a man approached.
“You were following me,” he said.
“What? No, I wasn’t following you,”
“Oh yeah? Then why were you behind me all the way up the road, then come in here and park?”
“This is where I‘m going,” I said. “I have no idea who you are so why would I follow you?”
“Why indeed. Unless you know something.”
Another car pulled in and parked next to me. A man got out Big, bearded, blonde.
“Some sort of problem here?” asked the newcomer.
“I don’t think so,” I said. “This gentleman seems to think I was following him —“
“Shaddup,” said the blonde bruiser. “Wasn’t talking to you. This guy was following you?”
”Yeah,” said the original goon. “Not sure what he knows, but I don’t think we should take any chances.”
“Absolutely,” said his friend.
They turned and advanced toward me. The blonde fellow got behind me and wrapped a massive forearm across my throat and squeezed. The other one shoved a wet rag against my face. Things got a little blurry after that.
I awoke tied to a chair and gagged, alone in a darkened room. I could hear voices in an adjoining room. I strained to make out what they were saying.
“…doesn’t really matter. He stays here till we’re done. After that you can do anything you want with him.”
“Really? Anything?”
Uh oh. I struggle frantically. Nothing. No give in the ropes. They’re tight. Not painful, unless I struggle. I struggle for a while longer anyway, then stop and take inventory. Ropes hold my ankles to the front chair legs. My knees are spread, thighs attached to the seat. My wrists and elbows are lashed behind the chairback. More ropes criss-cross my torso. I’m not going anywhere until someone unties me. A wad of cloth fills my mouth held n place by something, tape probably. Perhaps most distressing of all: I’m naked.
I attempt to stop my mind from working out what sort of things could be construed from that delighted “Really? Anything?” I overheard. Not a good thought path.
Goon number two comes in.
“Seems you had nothin’ to do with anything after all. Just like you said. But now… you know us. Could pick us out of a lineup sort of thing. So we got to thinking…”
He unties my right hand and gives me a pen.
“You get one chance to put this behind you. Sign and you’ll be outta here in a couple hours. Under your own power. Don’t sign, and all bets are off. Got it?”
I get it. I sign.
“You signed a contract to be in an erotic film," he says. "A bondage film. Welcome to show business.”
He brings a fancy looking camera and tripod out from somewhere behind me and sets it up. After a few adjustments he comes over to me. He teases my cock for a few moments, getting me hard. Doesn’t take much.
“Seems you’re a natural,” he says, smiling, still teasing and stroking.
I squirm and a moan sneaks past the gag. Uh-huh. Okay. I get it. My erection and a signed contract sort of gives the lie to any story I might tell about forced abduction. He uses a remote to start the camera.
Looking up at me, he says, ”There’s lotsa guys’d love to be in your position.”
I’m sure he’s correct, but I can’t help wondering if I’m gonna get paid for this.
“You were following me,” he said.
“What? No, I wasn’t following you,”
“Oh yeah? Then why were you behind me all the way up the road, then come in here and park?”
“This is where I‘m going,” I said. “I have no idea who you are so why would I follow you?”
“Why indeed. Unless you know something.”
Another car pulled in and parked next to me. A man got out Big, bearded, blonde.
“Some sort of problem here?” asked the newcomer.
“I don’t think so,” I said. “This gentleman seems to think I was following him —“
“Shaddup,” said the blonde bruiser. “Wasn’t talking to you. This guy was following you?”
”Yeah,” said the original goon. “Not sure what he knows, but I don’t think we should take any chances.”
“Absolutely,” said his friend.
They turned and advanced toward me. The blonde fellow got behind me and wrapped a massive forearm across my throat and squeezed. The other one shoved a wet rag against my face. Things got a little blurry after that.
I awoke tied to a chair and gagged, alone in a darkened room. I could hear voices in an adjoining room. I strained to make out what they were saying.
“…doesn’t really matter. He stays here till we’re done. After that you can do anything you want with him.”
“Really? Anything?”
Uh oh. I struggle frantically. Nothing. No give in the ropes. They’re tight. Not painful, unless I struggle. I struggle for a while longer anyway, then stop and take inventory. Ropes hold my ankles to the front chair legs. My knees are spread, thighs attached to the seat. My wrists and elbows are lashed behind the chairback. More ropes criss-cross my torso. I’m not going anywhere until someone unties me. A wad of cloth fills my mouth held n place by something, tape probably. Perhaps most distressing of all: I’m naked.
I attempt to stop my mind from working out what sort of things could be construed from that delighted “Really? Anything?” I overheard. Not a good thought path.
Goon number two comes in.
“Seems you had nothin’ to do with anything after all. Just like you said. But now… you know us. Could pick us out of a lineup sort of thing. So we got to thinking…”
He unties my right hand and gives me a pen.
“You get one chance to put this behind you. Sign and you’ll be outta here in a couple hours. Under your own power. Don’t sign, and all bets are off. Got it?”
I get it. I sign.
“You signed a contract to be in an erotic film," he says. "A bondage film. Welcome to show business.”
He brings a fancy looking camera and tripod out from somewhere behind me and sets it up. After a few adjustments he comes over to me. He teases my cock for a few moments, getting me hard. Doesn’t take much.
“Seems you’re a natural,” he says, smiling, still teasing and stroking.
I squirm and a moan sneaks past the gag. Uh-huh. Okay. I get it. My erection and a signed contract sort of gives the lie to any story I might tell about forced abduction. He uses a remote to start the camera.
Looking up at me, he says, ”There’s lotsa guys’d love to be in your position.”
I’m sure he’s correct, but I can’t help wondering if I’m gonna get paid for this.
