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🕑 Added 2020-11-21 09:04:55 +0000 UTCJust a fun little concept I wanted to put together. There wasn't much room for a narrative beyond the idea itself, but I hope you all enjoy!
Ian swallowed as he waited. “Er… Hello?”
He’d rung the bell twice, but nobody had come to the counter. No matter how many times he told himself that it was fine, he couldn’t help but look over his shoulder again. Nobody was coming after him.
Then again, how could they? He’d kept his head down, he was driving a rental, paying only in cash. There was no way that Joel would be able to track him down. Still… Ian had heard the horror stories. Until he figured something out, it would be best to get out of town and fly under the radar.
Finally, an old man ambled up to the counter from a back room. He looked slim and scrawny, but by his posture, he could handle trouble. It probably came with the territory.
“How much for a week?” he asked.
“One fifty,” the man replied, peering at Ian through thick glasses. “No smoking, or there’s a cleaning fee.”
“Better make it two weeks,” Ian said, taking out his wallet.
That would clear out most of his remaining funds, but it was his only option besides sleeping on the street. The important thing was, nobody asked questions at the Southport Motel. There was no room service, no housekeeping. Until your room became delinquent, it was as private as you could get. He’d be able to hide, until his money ran out, or until he came up with a plan.
He paid with cash, accepted the room key, and shuffled out the door to find the right room. Unlocking the door, he stepped inside, locked the door behind him, and dropped his bag on the floor.
Fumbling for the light switch, he found it, flicked it on, and his heart about stopped.
A woman was sitting on the bed, taking a long drag from a cigarette. Dressed in all black, her hair pulled back in a businesslike ponytail, her glare pierced right through Ian and froze him in place. “Did you really think you could run from Joel?”
He swallowed, and shook his head. “Run? Who’s running?”
She rolled her eyes, stubbing the cigarette out on the bed. “You really are a sorry excuse for a man. Borrowing Joel’s money, and running with his tail tucked between his legs when you lose it. Can’t even own up to your mistakes.”
“I’ll get the money,” Ian stammered, shaking his head. He looked over his shoulder at the door, doing the math. He could run, but if this woman was one of Joel’s troubleshooters, that might be more dangerous than staying put. “I promise, I just need time.”
“Oh, I know,” she said, getting to her feet. “You’ll pay back double, in fact. But we can’t just leave it at that, not when you tried to fuck us and get away with it.” Raising an eyebrow, she glanced past him. “Try and run, you’ll just make things worse.”
Ian swallowed, nodded, and ran.
He didn’t even get the door unlocked before the troubleshooter had crossed the room, sent him to his knees with a swift kick, and then pricked something into his neck. He blinked, the world went blurry, and then everything turned black.
…
Everything stayed black when Ian woke up, feeling groggy and sore. The blindfold over his eyes felt heavy and had lots of straps to hold it in place over his eyes, almost more like blackout goggles, with a rubber seal blocking out all light. The deprivation forced him to take in his surroundings without vision.
His arms were pulled above his head, and tight leather wrapped around his wrists, so that he couldn’t lower them. Given the angle, even trying to do a pullup would have been difficult, but that was futile anyways because his ankles were cuffed as well, far apart, spreading his legs into a wide V.
It was an uncomfortable way to stand, but when he wriggled, he found there was no way to escape the pose. His arms, suspended high, wouldn’t let him sit down or kneel, and his legs were pulled so far apart that he couldn’t stand up straight, either.
He tried to speak, but there was something between his lips, pressing down his tongue. A gag, that was forced deep into his mouth, rendering his attempts to scream for help into a barely audible whimper.
“Oh, good,” the troubleshooter’s voice rang in his ears. “You’re awake.”
“Mmpthbh?” he said, shaking his head. The gag stayed firmly in place.
She laughed, a delicate, jingling sound. “What, did you think we’d just break your ankles? That’s such a pedestrian bit of revenge. We want your situation to really sink in.”
Where am I? He wondered. If she’d taken him off to some sort of warehouse somewhere, he could be in trouble.
She walked up, and her footsteps made a shuffling sound, on cheap carpet. “You might not have felt it yet,” she said. “I understand, you’re a little distracted. But when I had you naked, I locked a little something around your tiny cock. Try and take it off, the lock is rigged with a tamper-proof seal and you really don’t want to find out what happens if it goes off. You’ll get the key back once Joel has his money.”
He took a breath, trying to concentrate on what she was saying. As she brought his attention to it, he could feel the hard steel around himself, along with something thicker, warm, dense, wrapped around his waist, like…
“And then there’s the diaper,” the troubleshooter said, a smile audible in her tone. “That doesn’t have a lock, but good luck taking it off while you’re trussed up here. I thought about leaving you naked, but then the housekeeping lady would have a horrible mess to deal with, and she didn’t do anything wrong.”
Housekeeping… Ian thought. So I’m…
“Yes, you’re still at the motel.” The troubleshooter read his thoughts. “And they’ll find you, once your room isn’t paid up any more. There’s enough food in your tube to last a couple weeks, so I hope you didn’t book a stay any longer than that.”
He frowned, as much as he could around the gag, but before he could ponder what she meant the troubleshooter answered with an action. Something shifted, and he tasted bland, thick mush that spilled into his mouth and down his throat without needing to chew.
“It’ll fill you up automatically,” she explained. “Water, too, so you can just keep filling up your diapers until they find you.”
Swallowing, Ian realized what she was saying. He’d be trussed up like this for two weeks - unable to move, except to squirm in place against his restraints. There’d be no way to tell the passage of time, no way to know what was going on.
“Just one more thing.” He felt pressure on his face, as the troubleshooter did something with the goggles that were blindfolding him.
They weren’t goggles, they were a basic VR headset, showing a simple video display that completely filled his vision. As it came to life, the troubleshooter placed a set of headphones over his ears, strapping them in place so he couldn’t shake them free.
A video started playing, showing a woman spread out on a bed, her ass in the air, as a muscled, athletic man walked in.
Ian recognized porn when he saw it, and despite his circumstances, his body reacted to the imagery. Straining inside his cage, he tried shutting his eyes, but he could still hear the sounds, the moans that began echoing in his ears almost instantly.
He wasn’t sure if the troubleshooter was still in the room. All he could hear was the intensely arousing sounds of sex, all he could see was the porn that completely filled his vision whenever he looked.
And, as he squirmed in his restraints, he felt a twinge of pressure begin to build in his bowels.
