Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.
This story involves none consent and abusive language. If that is a trigger for you then stop now.
This story will be told from present day and through flashbacks. The flashbacks will not be indicated and you will have to figure them out yourself.
This is a bit of a darker story; I am going for a more story telling prospective with gay sex involved.
CHAPTER 1
The Captive
Urgh, where am I?
Tommy's eyes feel heavy as though he has ten tonne weights holding them down. Moving his arms, they quickly stop.
What the hell?
he thinks as something is stopping him from moving.
Slowly he builds the strength to raise his head and open her weary eyes. Only for them to shoot open in shock when he sees his wrists have a thick leather strap around them. Following the strap, they go underneath the bed that he has woken up on. In a room he doesn't recognise.
Where am I?
he thinks as he looks around. The room is empty except for the white mattress that he lays on and a single camera in the corner aimed directly at him.
Tommy goes to move again but his other arm refuses to move. Looking across he sees that his left wrist is also tied with the same leather strap that disappears under the mattress.
What is going on?
Tommy goes to shout but no sound comes out. His wrists are tied too tightly that he can only just raise them above the mattress. Wriggling his legs, he finds out that his ankles are tied in the same way as his wrists.
His stomach stuck on the mattress; he writhes but it's not use. He can't move more than a few inches. His ankles are not as tight and he can move them more, enough to get onto his knees, except his wrists can only move an inch or so off the mattress.
He tries to think about where he last was but his mind is blank. As though he has forgotten the last few weeks of his life.
Turning his head back, he can see he is in thigh high, black stockings and a white jockstrap. Above that he has on a white t-shirt.
Writhing again in an attempt to break free, shaking his head, Tommy is surprised to see long, brunette hair hitting his face. Surprised because his hair is short not long.
Turning his head back he sees a black door on the grey wall. Then he spots his arse cheek and more shock fills him when he see's a tattoo. It's a black silhouette of a man on his knees with a leash being held by another man who stood over him.
"Finally, you are awake," he hears a voice coming through a speaker although he can't see where the speaker is in the room. All he can see is the bleak, grey walls.
Finally, his voice returns in a croak as he shouts out, "Where am I? Let me go!"
"It seems you have forgotten the agreement that you made," the voice returned over the speaker. It was a man's voice yet it seemed distorted as though to hide their true identity.
"What agreement?" Tommy shouts, "what do you want from me?"
Trying to fight out of the leather straps, but it is useless, he is still just as stuck.
"You belong to us now," the voice said, not in an angered tone, but in a calm one that frightened Tommy more.
Suddenly the door to the room opens. The black door that sounds like thick steel as it moves. Turning his head, he sees a man walking in. Dressed in a blue suit with a white shirt and a navy-blue tie. Except his face is covered with a balaclava.
"Let me out!" he shouts staring at the man.
Tommy is panting for air as this man approaches him holding something that he couldn't quiet see in his hands that are covered in leather gloves.
The man keeps growing closer to him only his footsteps making the sound.
His leathery hand grabs onto his smooth thigh, a thigh that was once hairy, landing just above the stocking and directly onto his skin. He attempts to move away but his grip tightens and holds him still.
"Stop fighting!" the voice over the speaker shouts which causes Tommy to freeze in fear.
"Please, don't," Tommy weakly whispers to the blue suit man whose hand is now pushing further up the back of his thigh.
When it finally lands on his arse cheek his body shivers. Then, his hand grips his right arse cheek firmly, with it's grip it pulls his cheek to the side.
"Stop it," he whispers.
"Do not fight it or you will be punished," the voice of the speaker calls out.
The man in the blue suit pushes his right leg up so it's bent as his left leg remains straight. Giving this unknown man a full view of his open arse cheeks.
Tommy looks back and see's he is holding what looks to be a dildo in his left hand. It's not too big but jet black. He watches as he pours from a tub labelled "lube" over the dildo and spreads it around.
Closing his eyes, not being able to watch, Tommy remains frozen solid as the man's cold, wet hand returns to his arse cheek. His fingertip lands in between Tommy's arse cheeks and he instinctively clenches.
SPANK!
"Ow!" Tommy shouts out in pain.
"I will not tell you again," the voice of the speaker warned again. Tommy knows he is completely at this man's whim stuck with no way out. He closes his eyes and grits his teeth.
Once more this man's fingertips lands between his cheeks and goes directly to his arsehole.
His body shakes when he feels the cold of the lube touching the inside of his thighs. The end of the dildo is being rubbed around his arsehole spreading the lube around.
"Ooohhh!" Tommy calls out when with an easy push the dildo spreads him open and slips inside of him. It surprises Tommy with how easily this dildo went inside of his untouched arsehole.
Feeling the man step away the dildo remains inside and the voice on the speaker calls out again.
"You will remain here until we allow you to move."
A cold hand grips his right ankle and pulls it down harshly and Tommy feels the straps around him tighten. He goes to move but it's too tight now and his legs are forced closed holding the dildo inside of him.
With his eyes still closed, he hears the steel door re-open and then close, assuming the blue suit man has left.
"Ohhhh!" Tommy moaned in shock when the dildo inside of him begins to vibrate. Just a small vibration like that on a phone.
"Whhhhyyyyy?" Tommy moans out as his body reacts to the vibrating inside of him.
"You wanted this. You agreed to everything," the voice on the speaker told him.
Tommy doesn't understand what's happening to him. His body is reacting massively to the dildo and quiet moans keep escaping from his mouth.
"Pleeeassee, stooooppp!" he calls out unable to stop himself from moaning.
"We will return," the voice over the speaker says.
Closing his eyes Tommy tries to focus on anything other than the pleasure she is getting from the dildo. Not believing that he could actually find any joy in this.
What's going on? How did I get here? What do they mean I asked for this?
The vibrating rose harshly.
"Oooh fuck!" Tommy moaned out loudly.
