THE GAME (m/mm)
Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 12:01 pm
THE GAME
By: DenverKidnap
Early one morning, Michael was checking his e-mail and came across the subject line “CAN YOU ESCAPE? WIN $1,000 CASH!”
He figured it was spam but clicked on it anyway.
“Old Redstone Hotel is now THE GAME! Grand opening TONIGHT at 9:00 P.M. If you can escape one of our rooms, you’ll win $1,000 cash!”
Michael was in desperate need of some cash. Times fell short as the rent went up on his apartment, forcing him to look for another place to live. This extra money could help with a deposit on a new apartment and help to pay for storage fees since all his belongings are now in a storage unit.
The old hotel is not too far away. Since he lives in a pretty big town with public transportation, he doesn’t have a need for a car, which helps him save money.
Nighttime arrives. Michael leaves his apartment and goes to the bus stop. He gets on the bus and takes it five miles to the end of the bus line. He knows he’ll have to walk another half mile to get there.
This area is industrial, with many warehouses. Maybe that’s why the hotel never did well here, with no other businesses around the area – a bad place to have a hotel.
He walks past a few warehouses. Since it’s late at night, no one is around. He checks his phone to see the time, and it’s exactly 9:00 P.M. There are only two parked cars at the hotel. I guess not many people got the notification or were not interested.
Michael notices that all windows of the 5-story hotel are covered in steel shutters, exactly like the outside of the warehouses in town. Maybe it was to prevent break-ins after the hotel closed?
He walks to the front entrance of the hotel and finds that one of the doors, also replaced by solid steel, is cracked open. Michael proceeds trough the door and closes back to its original position. The lights are very low. Everything was removed from this hotel, including the front desk and furniture.
He looks on his phone to see if he has the wrong address, but his connection abruptly stops working.
Suddenly he hears a noise and the front door makes a creaky sound. THUMP. CLICK. The door closed the rest of the way on its own. Michael starts tugging on the door, but it won’t budge – it’s locked.
“SHIT” He continues to jiggle the door and bang on it.
Suddenly a black, skin-tight, police gloved hand grabs Michael from behind and covers his mouth.
“MMMPPPPPPPH!!!”
There are two guys in the exact same outfit: Tall, black biker boots, black leather pants, black leather jacket, with a black shirt underneath. Their heads are covered with black balaclavas and black sunglasses over their eyes.
“I knew your fucking ass would show up tonight! You like this shit on those kink websites you’re always on.”
All Michael could do was faintly moan “fuck” underneath the tight gloved hand over his mouth.
Suddenly, each hand was grasped with a cold, steel handcuff. The gloved hand remained over his mouth.
“Welcome to THE GAME. If you cooperate, maybe you’ll get to leave, maybe not. Since your apartment lease is up, you know you need the money, or maybe we’ll just keep you and the game never ends.”
Someone knows way too much information. However, that’s Michael’s own fault, as he tells his business to quite a few people. All in the back of his mind now is “which kink website?” He visits quite a few of them. He’s pretty sure he knows these guys by talking to them, but everything is by chatting online, so trying to recognize their voice won’t help at all.
“MARCH. Don’t try to do anything stupid. Every window is covered to fit the warehouse theme around here and there’s no phone reception. There’s no evidence and we wear gloves. You’re screwed and you know it.”
One of the men keeps their gloved hand tightly over Michael’s mouth, while the other guy leads the way. Michael tries to moan but it’s useless. His feet are literally dragging and scuffling across the carpet as he is being pushed to follow the other guy.
Once they reach the other end of the long, narrow hallway, a keycard is placed into the slot of the door. It opens, and Michael is pushed inside, with the door closing and locking back into position.
There’s only one chair in the room, with a light shining directly below it. The gloved hand finally lets go of Michael’s mouth, but keeps his hands on him, while the other guy gets long coils of rope out. He takes a lockable belt and wraps it around Michael’s elbows tightly. Once the handcuffs come off, Michael tries to move his hands, but the strap is holding them behind his back. The guy starts adding rope to Michael’s wrists. After ten or so wraps, it’s clinched tightly in place. The lockable belt is now removed from Michael’s elbows. Next are the ankles, and the same process is done, at least ten wraps, clinched tightly. Next are the knees. Michael's knees are spread apart to both sides of the chair, and long coils of rope keep his knees tied to the chair.
“You have 30 minutes to get out, or more bondage will be added, and then more, until you become an object.”
The two men leave the light and Michael starts struggling and thoughts continue to race through his head.
“What if I don’t get out? What are they going to do to me? Can I trust them?”
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a gloved hand squeezes Michael’s jaw and causes him to open his mouth. A large rubber foam ball is pushed into his mouth. The ball is very wide and thick. The gloved hands buckle the gag behind his head with a “click” locking sound. Then, what appears to be vet wrap, is suddenly placed over the ball gag. The wrap goes around the mouth one, two, three, four, five times. He then proceeds to take the vet wrap and go around the chin and head several times.
“This will keep you quiet.”
Michael’s eyes got big. He knew he was not getting out of that gag. Not one moan or groan could be made.
Not one sound could be heard from Michael’s mouth. The guys turn off the light above him, they place the card key into the slot, and close and lock the door behind them.
This is just the beginning of “The Game.”
By: DenverKidnap
Early one morning, Michael was checking his e-mail and came across the subject line “CAN YOU ESCAPE? WIN $1,000 CASH!”
He figured it was spam but clicked on it anyway.
“Old Redstone Hotel is now THE GAME! Grand opening TONIGHT at 9:00 P.M. If you can escape one of our rooms, you’ll win $1,000 cash!”
Michael was in desperate need of some cash. Times fell short as the rent went up on his apartment, forcing him to look for another place to live. This extra money could help with a deposit on a new apartment and help to pay for storage fees since all his belongings are now in a storage unit.
The old hotel is not too far away. Since he lives in a pretty big town with public transportation, he doesn’t have a need for a car, which helps him save money.
Nighttime arrives. Michael leaves his apartment and goes to the bus stop. He gets on the bus and takes it five miles to the end of the bus line. He knows he’ll have to walk another half mile to get there.
This area is industrial, with many warehouses. Maybe that’s why the hotel never did well here, with no other businesses around the area – a bad place to have a hotel.
He walks past a few warehouses. Since it’s late at night, no one is around. He checks his phone to see the time, and it’s exactly 9:00 P.M. There are only two parked cars at the hotel. I guess not many people got the notification or were not interested.
Michael notices that all windows of the 5-story hotel are covered in steel shutters, exactly like the outside of the warehouses in town. Maybe it was to prevent break-ins after the hotel closed?
He walks to the front entrance of the hotel and finds that one of the doors, also replaced by solid steel, is cracked open. Michael proceeds trough the door and closes back to its original position. The lights are very low. Everything was removed from this hotel, including the front desk and furniture.
He looks on his phone to see if he has the wrong address, but his connection abruptly stops working.
Suddenly he hears a noise and the front door makes a creaky sound. THUMP. CLICK. The door closed the rest of the way on its own. Michael starts tugging on the door, but it won’t budge – it’s locked.
“SHIT” He continues to jiggle the door and bang on it.
Suddenly a black, skin-tight, police gloved hand grabs Michael from behind and covers his mouth.
“MMMPPPPPPPH!!!”
There are two guys in the exact same outfit: Tall, black biker boots, black leather pants, black leather jacket, with a black shirt underneath. Their heads are covered with black balaclavas and black sunglasses over their eyes.
“I knew your fucking ass would show up tonight! You like this shit on those kink websites you’re always on.”
All Michael could do was faintly moan “fuck” underneath the tight gloved hand over his mouth.
Suddenly, each hand was grasped with a cold, steel handcuff. The gloved hand remained over his mouth.
“Welcome to THE GAME. If you cooperate, maybe you’ll get to leave, maybe not. Since your apartment lease is up, you know you need the money, or maybe we’ll just keep you and the game never ends.”
Someone knows way too much information. However, that’s Michael’s own fault, as he tells his business to quite a few people. All in the back of his mind now is “which kink website?” He visits quite a few of them. He’s pretty sure he knows these guys by talking to them, but everything is by chatting online, so trying to recognize their voice won’t help at all.
“MARCH. Don’t try to do anything stupid. Every window is covered to fit the warehouse theme around here and there’s no phone reception. There’s no evidence and we wear gloves. You’re screwed and you know it.”
One of the men keeps their gloved hand tightly over Michael’s mouth, while the other guy leads the way. Michael tries to moan but it’s useless. His feet are literally dragging and scuffling across the carpet as he is being pushed to follow the other guy.
Once they reach the other end of the long, narrow hallway, a keycard is placed into the slot of the door. It opens, and Michael is pushed inside, with the door closing and locking back into position.
There’s only one chair in the room, with a light shining directly below it. The gloved hand finally lets go of Michael’s mouth, but keeps his hands on him, while the other guy gets long coils of rope out. He takes a lockable belt and wraps it around Michael’s elbows tightly. Once the handcuffs come off, Michael tries to move his hands, but the strap is holding them behind his back. The guy starts adding rope to Michael’s wrists. After ten or so wraps, it’s clinched tightly in place. The lockable belt is now removed from Michael’s elbows. Next are the ankles, and the same process is done, at least ten wraps, clinched tightly. Next are the knees. Michael's knees are spread apart to both sides of the chair, and long coils of rope keep his knees tied to the chair.
“You have 30 minutes to get out, or more bondage will be added, and then more, until you become an object.”
The two men leave the light and Michael starts struggling and thoughts continue to race through his head.
“What if I don’t get out? What are they going to do to me? Can I trust them?”
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a gloved hand squeezes Michael’s jaw and causes him to open his mouth. A large rubber foam ball is pushed into his mouth. The ball is very wide and thick. The gloved hands buckle the gag behind his head with a “click” locking sound. Then, what appears to be vet wrap, is suddenly placed over the ball gag. The wrap goes around the mouth one, two, three, four, five times. He then proceeds to take the vet wrap and go around the chin and head several times.
“This will keep you quiet.”
Michael’s eyes got big. He knew he was not getting out of that gag. Not one moan or groan could be made.
Not one sound could be heard from Michael’s mouth. The guys turn off the light above him, they place the card key into the slot, and close and lock the door behind them.
This is just the beginning of “The Game.”