Selfbondage and such

The Kidnapped Construction Worker.

“There’s not much I remember after going to my truck at the end of a stressful work day other than a large hand clamping my mouth and and a bear of an arm around my throat. All I know now is that my wrists are tied and I’m not alone.”

“I’ve always wanted a working boy” my kidnapper said in a low voice while removing my boots. “So strong and filthy like an animal, I find joy in taming them.” He tugs on my pants roughly and pulls them off. “We’re going to have lots of fun” his hand slaps my ass cheek. I whimper, I’m not at full strength and I’m still dizzy. I am at his mercy.

He tied each of my ankles with something and felt some cool touch my skin and lock he the grabbed my wrist and tied them to my ankles. “I’ll be right back” I hear from the end of the room. Once I hear the door close I begin to squirm and try out free myself from my bonds… but he storms in moments later. “I hear you squirming boy!” Slap! I hit the bed face down and he rushes over to me. “I’ll just have to tie you up better I guess… little shit” he mumbles.

I’ve been left hogtied my socks removed and used as my handcuffs (quite efficient to my surprise) but I dare not try to struggle the sick fuck sits outside the door listening for anything and if I make a noise he comes in and starts beating on me. I don’t know why he does it but whatever it is he’s doing its working. I fear the worst.