I'm not sure how it happened. I was really drunk and somehow ended up separating from my friends at the bar. It was my 21st birthday and we were celebrating by going bar to bar. I was drunk as fuck and lost them at this random leather bar we went to, kind of as a joke. This guy, about 45 or so, came over and started to talk to me, asking if I was okay and what not. Barely able to answer, he offered me a ride to my apartment and I accepted.
I suppose I fell asleep at some point, but when I awoke the car was parked in a garage and I was in it. He got out of the car. I was sober enough to make him out now, about 6', definitely well muscled, but he also had a beer gut of sorts. All of the sudden I realized I was in a bad situation and I jumped, only to find that my left arm had been cuffed to the dashboard. He came to the other end of the car and opened the door.
"Boy," he said, "What's your name?"
"Paul," I answered, "but what am I doing here, please let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone you did this."
He snickered, leaned over and uncuffed me. I thought he was listening. But as I went to dash out of the car, he grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me towards a door leading inside what at this point, I realized, was his house. He didn't say a word as I kicked and protested, but only led me down the stairs into a small cellar with a cement floor, a drains, one door and a wall hook. He tossed me in and went up the stairs, sharply returning with a leash.
"Take off your clothes son, make yourself at home, because you're going to be here for a while. I'm Frank, but you can call me dad or sir for now boy. Now take off those fuckin clothes."
"No I won't," I yelled.
He cracked the chain on the floor and barked "you will so boy." Fearing he would hit me I did as he told and took off all my clothes. I was lying there naked on the cold cement and completely afraid. Frank put a collar around my neck and leashed me to the wall. I couldn't do anything, say a word, or scream, it seemed pointless. and so far, he hadn't hurt me so I was optimistic. In a quick motion Frank pulled down his zipper, unleashed his cock and pissed all over me.
I scrambled on the floor trying to avoid it and he laughed, "get to like that boy,you are mine now, learn to like it."
With that he left and shut the upstairs door behind him. I laid there and cried for a good 15 minutes, not knowing what to do. He came back about one hour later, with a cigar in his mouth and a beer in his hand. He took a swig and spit it in my face, then whipped out his cock again, grabbed my head, and pissed in my face.
"Boy I want us to have a nice relationship, but you gotta be good to your daddy, take it like a man, and do what I say. I won't hurt you, I wouldn't do that, but you will have to be punished if you don't listen, you understand boy?" I gave in, what else could i do, but give in and wait until I had a chance to escape or call for help.
"Yes" I moaned.
