2007-11-22 - lthr_jock - Breakdown Part Two

Author: lthr_jock
Title: Breakdown Part Two
Date: 22 November 2007

I woke up, head jerking up as I found myself sitting rather than lying down. My mouth ached and as I tried to speak I realised that something round and solid was jamming it open. The ache in my jaw and the drool sliding around the sides of it told me that it had been in for a while.

I looked around, eyes adjusting to the dim light. I was in a small room, walls painted black. It was lit dimly from outside - opposite me a door was ajar and light was coming through the crack. I was sitting in what felt like a study wooden chair. I tried to bend forward and realised my chest was strapped in place and I looked down to see a thick leather strap. I was strapped securely to the chair over chest, waist, thighs and calves. I was still wearing my bike leathers and boots, but they felt funny. However, before I could explore that, my attention was drawn to the solid leather mitts locked over my hands. The thick black leather mitts prevented me from opening my hands and made my fingers useless. Even if I could reach the straps I was helpless.

I tried to yell for help but all I could manage was a muffled grunting - the gag was too big and securely in place. I struggled as hard as I could against the belts, but they were secure and I achieved nothing except to make them creak and groan. As I did so, I could feel my nipples rubbing against the inside of my leather jacket and I realised why my leathers felt strange - underneath them I was naked.

I slumped back in the chair and almost immediately was blinded by a bright light which snapped on in front of me. As I blinked to see past the light, I tried to hurl abuse at my captor and viciously pulled at the straps.

'Hey, hey, calm down. You're not going anywhere, boy.' The voice was a deep baritone and I heard a chuckle as I continued to yell abuse. For my pains, I got nothing but silence and after a while I subsided back into the chair.

'That's better.'

A dimly seen figure moved around the edge of the room from behind the light and then stood behind me. I felt the gag tighten then loosen as it was unbuckled, and then it was pulled free. I went to say something, but a hand in a leather glove was wrapped around my mouth and chin, tilting my head back slightly. Almost as effective as the first gag, again I was reduced to guttural grunts and moans. As my captor bent down behind me, I could feel his hot breath on my neck.

'You're gonna behave for me now, aren't you? Otherwise, there's no point in me keeping you alive.'

His threat, while meant to subdue me had the opposite effect and I lurched and struggled against the bonds in panic. Muscles bunched, I threw my head to and from to try and get free, swearing and cursing unintelligibly into the glove-gag. My captor just laughed.

'Struggle all you want, boy. I've got all day and you're not going anywhere. You can stay down here on your own, or we can start your training. The choice is yours.'

For some reason, the word 'training' makes me struggle even more. I hear my captor sigh and the gloved hand is removed. As I go to yell, a ball gag - much larger than the last gag is shoved into my mouth. This one is on a black leather harness and despite my desperate head shaking, my captor soon secures the buckles and my bald head and face are now framed with black leather. The final strap is secured under my chin ensuring that there is no way for me to remove the gag.

'MPPHHH!!' I'm still swearing uselessly as I feel something clipped to the back of the head harness. My head is then pulled back so that I'm facing the ceiling. I try to pull forward, but I can't. Then my captor moves away and the lights go out, leaving me in semi-darkness, my only view a black-painted ceiling.

Hours passed, my back and neck aching at the position I was forced to stay in. Drool accumulated in my mouth and I could only stop myself coughing and choking by tilting my head to the side to allow it to dribble out. I had tired myself out my struggling against the bonds, testing them, straining my muscles and I was still as secure as when I had woken up. When I heard the footsteps approaching, it came as a relief.

The lights snapped on. This time I could see my captor, though still not clearly. Tall - probably 6ft2' at least, his face was hidden behind the bright light he shone on my eyes. I could see the rest of him though - a muscular figure wearing black combats with some kind of utility belt around his waist. He released my head harness and I let my head loll forward with relief. From behind me, I heard his voice.

'All right then, boy. Ready to co-operate?'

Recognizing my helpless position, I nodded. I couldn't escape from here, so maybe I could play along and escape later. I felt the buckles on the harness being opened and the gag was slid out of my mouth. I stretched my jaw gratefully and spat the pooling drool out onto the floor. As I made to speak, he reached around from behind me with his gloved hands.

'Lick them'

'What?'

'Lick them'

'No fucking way, I'm not going to lick them'

'One of the hands moved back behind me and reappeared holding the gag harness.'

'Lick them or this goes back on.'

The thought of having the gag strapped in again, having just been released was too much and I bent my head forward and started to lick the back of his gloves. He made small encouraging sounds as I did so, and when I tried to pull back, used one hand to keep my head in place making me lick the glove all over. He pushed his gloved fingers into my mouth until I gently sucked them.

'Good boy.'

'I'm not a boy.'

He laughed.

'You're whatever I say you are, boy.'

His hand moved the gag back in front of my face.

'Now, kiss the gag.'

'No - fuck you! I turned my head away and clamped my jaw shut.

'Oh dear, boy. Time for your first lesson.'

One hand clamped over my nose holding it tightly shut, the other held the gag in front of my mouth. I held my breath as long as I could, but in the end I had to open my mouth. He pounced as soon as I did, forcing the gag deep into my mouth. Despite my struggles, he buckled the harness in place - if anything, even tighter this time.

'Lesson number one, boy. Disobey and you will be punished.'

Securing the harness so that my head was tilted back again, he slid a monitor into my view. A display appeared on it reading 05:00:00. I heard a key tap and the display changed to 04:59:59, then 04:59:58.
'See you when it hits zero, boy.'

I yelled and bucked in the chair as the lights went out - this time into total darkness. All I could see was the display slowly ticking down the time.
04:59:37......04:59:36....