The world was fuckinâ black, man! I couldnât see a fuckinâ thing and I thought I was gonna be sick. There was this funny smell around my nose and mouth and I couldnât work out what the fuck it was. All I knew was that I wanted to chuck so hard, my shoes wouldâve come out my mouth -if I was wearing any.
My shoes had disappeared off my feet, like the rest of my fuckinâ clothes had disappeared. I had no fuckinâ idea what the hell was going on.
The last thing I remembered was cutting through the park to meet up with one of the faggots for a quick workout. I was gonna start the long weekend with a quickie, then disappear down to the nudist beach for three days of camping, fun, sex and sun. The beach was this long strip of sand and fuckinâ a-grade crystal clear water. One end was full of fags and the other full of real men and gorgeous chicks, letting it all hang out.
It takes about 90 minutes to drive down there from the city, so after working over the fag in the park, I was outta there. I was gonna jump in my car and be pitching my tent before nightfall so I could make the most of those morning boners.
I got to the spot where the dweeb was supposed to meet me and he was there alright, looking scared out of his fuckinâ mind. Too scared, man...I shouldâve realised something was up, but I was so horny, I thought it was just gonna be an extra cool session.
âYouâre lucky youâre hereâ I said, ripping off my tank top and walking towards him. He backed up against a tree, not saying a fuckinâ thing â just whimpering like the pussy he was, and as I reached out to grab him, I heard this noise behind me. Before I could turn around, all these fuckinâ hands grabbed me and this stinking fuckinâ cloth got shoved into my face.
That was the smell. The smell was in the fuckinâ rag. And I suddenly I woke up, blind as a bat.
I tried rubbing my eyes, but I couldnât move my arms. I tried pulling them down, but realised that the fuckers were tied up tight. My legs were the same, tied nice and tight so I couldnât move.
I thrashed about a bit, wondering what the fuck was going on. I could feel the panic spreading through me like a fuckinâ fire man! Where the hell was I? What the fuck was going on?
I stopped thrashing and took a deep breath. Panic isnât my scene, so I made myself calm down to think.
I was standing up, I could feel that, but I was tied out like a starfish. I could feel these beams of wood pressing into me, like a huge fuckinâ X, and my arms and legs were strapped to each point of it.
I wasnât blind I realised, but someone had stuck a blindfold on me, and my mouth was gagged too. Someone was gonna be sorry for this! No one fuckinâ messes with me and gets away with it!
I thought about the park again, and then I realised that the cunts had got smart. I didnât think they could muster a single fuckinâ thought between them, but the little shits had, and decided to get even with me. I still donât get their fuckinâ faggoty logic, but you have to be a fag to know what theyâre thinking sometimes I suppose.
With all queers being so fucked in the head, anything could happen. These cunts are unpredictable, and for the first time I can remember, I was worried.
âWelcome back.â
The voice wasnât that far away from me, coming from one side. I tried abusing the little fuck, but I couldnât talk with the gag in my mouth.
âIf youâre wondering whatâs happening,â it said, âyouâve been kidnapped. No oneâs going to miss you for the next three days, since youâre supposed to be away. So for that time, youâre here with us, and youâre going to learn what itâs like to get instead of give for a change.â
Us? I wondered how many of the cunts were here, but suddenly I felt a fist pound into my stomach. I couldnât double over, so the blow bounced through my body like a fuckinâ earthquake. It was way too hard a punch for one of the dweebs to pull, so all I could think of now was âwho the fuck was doing this?â
âEnjoy that?â another voice asked. That one sounded familiar, but I couldnât place whose voice it was. Man was I furious. I heard more voices now, giggling like a bunch of girls, only real nervous-like. I tried counting the voices...four? Five? I wasnât sure, but I could tell by the way they were laughing that the other dweebs werenât sure of this either. That was good. That could be my way out of this fuckinâ mess.
The gag over my mouth started to tug, and then it fell free. I spat out the rag inside my mouth and let out a string of abuse so loud and fast their ears would hurt, but someone backhanded me across the face, making me shut up.