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That's the first time I write a story in there. In particular, it don't clearly involve on "bondage only" story with a first look. In fact, the story will have many situation of bondages, and other fetish that I like.
I am also totally open to some other ideas guys
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So let's begin
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I also precise that I don't talk english, so there could be some weird passage in the text I tried to correct as much as possible. Don't hesitate to suggest me some modifications so it can be better to read !
Thanks
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I growl as my alarm clock wakes me from sleep. I turn it off, wincing, and looking at the time. 8 o'clock. It must have been a normal time to get up, but in my world, it is not. The reason for waking up so early for me was a new job opportunity that presented itself. Indeed, it had been a few weeks since I had been unemployed, looking for a job. My brother had however kindly offered an opportunity to get a well-pid job. He didn't tell me more, he just told me that he had to introduce me to his boss, to potentially make my first day.
Yes… It was undeclared illegal work that I'm about to do. But hey, all the reasons are good to make money, eh? Especially when we were 21.
I get up, and, taking off my Batman pajamas - a gray T-shirt with the Batman logo on it - I went to take a shower. Matthew, my big brother, should arrive within an hour. I had to prepare myself.
Leaving the bathroom, I actually receive an SMS from Matthew: "I'm on my way, little brother, I hope you're ready.". I hurried to get dressed, putting on some simple jeans and a gray sweater that I had bought a few weeks ago, with "NYC" in black and "LA" in white written on it, over the NYC, the everything over a T-shirt of course. I let him know by text message that I'm ready and waiting for him.
I didn't have to wait long for someone to ring my bell. I let Matthew enter who greeted me with a hug, with a confident smile. He was half a head taller than me, and was tall, with brune short hairs.
- So, sleep well, Tim? Have you packed your suitcase?
- Yes and you ? Uh… my suitcase?
- Yes… let's say that this job… well… if all goes well, you will start today, with me. But sometimes the job requires us to go to… hotels, let's say. So it's better that you pack a small suitcase, just in case. Take it easy eh, no need to encumber yourself, we are not stopping on the other side of Earth, obviously.
I nod, although a little cautious. Caught off guard, I stuffed a small suitcase with the first things I could get hold of - including my pajamas that I hadn't allowed myself to put away. And in a few moments, putting on a hooded jacket over my sweater, I left with Matthew. We got into his car - a beautiful black car, which looked really rich. There's no denying it, I didn't know what job we were going to do, but Matthew had the money.
Speaking of which, I questioned him about it; because I still did not know what work I was going to do, precisely, or how much I was going to be paid, or why I had to take a suitcase...
- You will see on the spot, do not worry. It doesn't require any special skills. Just ... knowing how to keep your tongue, that's all. On the other hand, arrived there, you let me speak eh. I'll take care of everything.
We were going to a relatively uncrowded part of town. And even badly attended, I want to say. But that didn't really surprise me, I was expecting it a bit. For him to have that much money moonlighting, it most certainly had to be in some pretty… illegal activity, let's say. But I assumed the thing.
Leaving my suitcase in the car, I went out with Matthew, who waved a big arm in front of the door. He seemed to know that the two of us were coming, for he nodded and opened the port for us. We enter a rather dark shed, and little frequented. In front of us, a tall man, with sunglasses, was talking to someone a little smaller, rather older. He owned a cane and seemed, by his dress style, very rich. Shortening his conversation, he greeted my brother with a big smile.
- Aaaaah, Matthew! I am glad to see you again! - He said with an accent that I had trouble identifying. So, did you come with your brother? I am delighted with it. Did you let him know?
- Not yet.
- Perfect, perfect, perfect. So what's your name, young man? Timothy, is that it?
I answered with an ascendant.
- Perfecto. For our small activities, it is better that you do not know my name, so you can call me by "The Boss". Everyone calls me like that here, we'll know who you're talking about.
I nod again, a little intimidated. Matthew gave me a little wink. He, on the other hand, seemed in his element.
- Well, that's not all that, but we are going to discuss a little activity, and remuneration. Let's go to a room next door to continue our little discussion ...
We went to a small room with one table, with a big suitcase on top. There was already a henchman in the room. Tall, arms crossed, serious, glaring at us. He also seemed armed. The Boss clapped his hands and smiled.
- Well then, here is the guidebook my child. Your job is very simple. You just have to transport goods across the border.
- … That's all ?
- That's all. You see ? Easy money! The only thing we are going to ask you is mainly two things; the first thing is to never ask questions about what you are carrying. This is my problem, not yours. Did you understand ?
I agree. He looked very serious, but his little smile was meant to be reassuring. The second thing, however, made him look a lot more threatening.
- The second ... is to keep your tongue quiet. You only talk to people with whom we want you to speak, and in any case, you never speak first about what you carry. On that, I will be uncompromising, my child. So I warn you so that our business goes as it should: if you obey these two rules, everything will be fine. Otherwise… You will still have a job here, but it won't be the same, if you know what I mean. It can be varied. Are we clear?
I swallow and nod. He then regained his smile.
- Well, well, perfect, then! You see ? No reason to worry, everything is fine! We're in business now. I dare say that now you are also my brother. My little brother. Well almost. There is one very last thing we need to clarify. You see, I have to be able to know where you are at all times. There is no question that I disturb you in your personal life, no ! But since you are just starting out, I will have to be able to know where you are at all times with my merchandise. And for that I have an ideal way. Take off your jacket.
I look at Matthew, who was still smiling, nodding. I then remove my jacket which a henchman took. Someone else came, to my right, then another to my left, and they took my arms.
- Do not panic. We're just gonna put something in one of your teeth. A plotter, in fact. People will think it's a crown beast, don't worry. And it's risk free. When you get back, we'll take care of your first job and your salary. Okay, let's start Matthew, the time for your brother to come back!
They took me away then. Intimidated, I dared not do anything, I followed them - they held me by the arms anyway. They entered a room, on the contrary, very bright, and reminiscent of a hospital room. A man in a green jumpsuit with a mask on his nose was present, with some rather disturbing utensils. I was pushed a little harshly against the chair, and I was buckled into the seat. My arms and wrists were tied, a belt buckled around my waist, and even another belt, in a cross, blocking my chest. My ankles, too, were tied. I felt somewhat insecure.
- Hello there. Don't worry, everything will be fine. We just made sure you didn't move too much during the operation. But what I suggest is to make you breathe a sedative, so that it goes as well as possible for you, since it's your first time. Okay ?
I nodded shyly. Professional, he nodded, looking serious, and took a mask which he fixed on my face. He had a strange way of stroking my chest with his hand, making me blush and not especially soothing me. He, on the other hand, seemed to be getting off. He rested his hand on my chest, as if trying to feel my breath - which was pretty quick.
- I'll send the gas. You are going to breathe very deeply and especially not to panic, okay? You will have the feeling of suffocation at the beginning, it is completely normal. Afterwards, it will be better, you will see.
I took note of this information. After a few moments, a rather hazy gas came over my mask, blocking my vision. I took a deep breath, and immediately began to cough. Panicked, I struggled a bit. The doctor patted my chest, as if trying to calm me down. Having no choice, I continued to breathe, and after a while I felt like I was leaving. I felt… so much better. I didn't feel much after a while, just a feeling of bliss. I even wanted to laugh. After a few moments, feeling that I had calmed down, the doctor removed the mask.
- Better ? Come on, let's go then.
He made me open my mouth, and let me do it with pleasure. During the whole operation, I felt absolutely no pain, despite the fact that he obviously had to pierce one of the teeth in the back of my mouth. He was gentle, and often stroked my head, or my chest. After a quarter of an hour, it was already over.
- There you go ! See ? It wasn't that complicated. Come on, I'll make you drink a shark. It's a… kind of milk that I… make it be produced, let's say.
Still a little in the air, I could not resist when he made me drink from a glass filled with a white liquid, rather hazy. Barely feeling the taste, I swallowed everything without difficulty. He seemed to smile behind his mask, patting my chest.
- It's all good. You can free him.
I was released, and helped me stand up. The effects of the gas were gradually dissipating. Arriving in the room, I see that Matthew was a little tense, but still smiling. The briefcase was open, and half of its contents were missing. Besides, it contained some kind of odd little white bags ...
- Aaaah, my little Tim '! Perfecto. Did your operation go well? Did he give you a drink or not?
- Erf… Eeuh… yes?
- Perfecto then! Hehehe, you see, I suspected he was going to do it. You owe me $ 50, man. He said to Matthew who gave a knowing look, without my being able to understand too much.
He walked over to me and pulled me over to the suitcase.
- Good then ! We're going to move on to your job as a transporter itself… I'll show you how we operate here. We have very effective solutions so that we do not see that you are transporting this kind of thing, hehe ...
I look at The Boss and my brother with a rather mischievous look. I have already seen enough film to know in advance what was going to happen to me ...