Displaying Timmy Part 1

Author: WhitesockFreak
Title: Displaying Timmy
Date: 26 January 2008

Darkness…. Cold floor…. Numbness…. Soreness….

These were the first thoughts that went through Tim’s head as he woke up. He knew his eyes were open but he could not see anything. He was on a floor a cool hard surface and from feeling around to the sides, Tim could tell he was in a small area approximately the size of an old fashioned phone booth. The walls seemed cold as well, solid, smooth surfaces with no handles or anything.

His head was sore. Tim tried to think back as to how much he had drank at the bar the previous night. It seemed his memory was vague. Tim remembered being at the bar and having a few drinks. He also remembered seeing a few of the regular people who say hi and hug him. There had been an argument, he remembers arguing with his partner Jason. Things had been falling apart for them since he moved into Jason’s place. The argument ended with Tim walking out of the bar and down the street. Jason had asked him to move out.

Tim now remembers walking down the street, angry and somewhat intoxicated and a car pulled up. It was a familiar face, one of the guys from the bar…. Tim could never remember many names. So many guys usually approached him and hugged him and flirted with him.

“Timmy!” the man called out to him “Hop in! You are in no condition to be wandering off like this!”

Tim realized he really had no idea where he would go. Though he knew so many people, he still didn’t have anyone close, aside from Jason. Tim really did not want to be sleeping in the streets tonight.

He accepted the offer and got in the car. “I really have nowhere to go tonight, man.” Tim told his new best friend. “Jason kicked me out!”

The man was reaching in the back seat… “Here…” he said as he pulled a bottle of spring water from a bag in the back. “It’s a little warm, sorry, but you should drink some fluids and start to sober up so we can figure out your situation.”

The man opened the cap and handed the bottle to Tim. He accepted it agreeing he needed to sober up. “Where can I go tonight?” Tim asked as he drank the bottle of water down.

“Don’t worry” said the man, “I have a place all ready for you.”

Tim remembers thinking the man sounded sort of mischievous as he said that. He didn’t think twice about it though, Tim was just happy to have a place to go and cool off. He figured he and Jason would meet tomorrow and talk it through.

They drove for a while. Tim wondered how far this man lived from the bar and from downtown. His eyes were getting heavy as he was starting to nod off to sleep. Tim fought it for a bit, gasping for air and trying to keep his eyes open. He could not figure out how he got so sleepy and so quickly. “How far away do you live?” Tim asked his host as things started to cloud up in his head.

“Don’t worry Timmy.” the man said “Let yourself fall asleep Timmy, you can’t fight it. It is better if you do fall asleep Timmy. Things will be very different when you wake up.”

Tim remembered thinking that was weird, but that was the last thing he remembered.

The floor felt like it was changing temperature from time to time. It also felt like it was vibrating very slightly. Was he in a closet? Tim wondered to himself. The darkness was suddenly offset by a red glow coming from directly under him as he moved around. He could make out the space he was in, a rectangular room the size of a telephone booth, with metallic mirrored walls and his naked reflection staring back at him. ‘Why am I naked’? Tim wondered.

He pulled himself up and noticed he has solid metal bracelets on his wrists and he also had a metal collar around his neck. It was not heavy at all, but it was secured and so were the wrist bracelets. Tim inspected them in the dim red glow and could not see a seam or clasp for him to remove them. Looking down towards the red glow on the floor he noticed the same metal bracelets on his ankles as well as something else that disturbed and puzzled him even more. His cock and balls seemed to be wearing a very tight metal band as well.

“Hello?” called Tim as he inspected the walls surrounding him. “Where am I?” he called.

There was only silence as a reply. “Hello?” this time louder, but as the sound was leaving his throat, he felt a strange feeling coming form the band around his neck. There was also now a glowing red strip going around the center of the band.

“Hello?” Tim tried again, however this time the collar felt like it was tightening or vibrating. He could feel his neck tensing up.

“What the Fuck is going on…. AAAAUUUGGGGGGHHH” his collar suddenly felt red hot and felt like it was strangling him. Tim dropped to his knees and tried to pull at the collar. He took a breath from screaming and noticed the pain stopped as soon as he stopped yelling.

Tim suddenly realized it was the sound of his voice making the collar react this way. This would mean he couldn’t use his voice at all. Somehow his vocal vibrations triggered the response from the collar.

Tim tested this theory a few quick times by saying a word and each time he felt the sting and strangling feeling in his neck.

The red glow from the floor under him was now much more bright. The glow was coming from a set of drawn footprints. The footprints were illuminated in red and the red seemed to be getting stronger and brighter each second.

Tim stepped to the side of the footprints to get a better look, but as he did the soles of his feet suddenly felt funny and were starting to feel like they were burning. He backed against one wall and suddenly felt a jolt from the wall behind him. The space he was in was starting to buzz and hum, his skin was starting to tingle but the intensity was growing more and more to a point of burning and stinging. All his bracelets and the collar were starting to tense and heat up. Tim was starting to panic when he took another glance at the red footprints on the floor. They were spaced about shoulder length from each other and they started blinking. Tim instinctively stepped into the red footprints and suddenly all pain and discomfort stopped.

He stood there breathing heavily, trying to comprehend his situation. All he could do was stare at his reflection and try to put the pieces of this together in his mind, however the pieces never fit. Someone must be playing a real cruel joke on him.

Looking down at his feet, they were still within the red glowing footprints on the floor. Tim leaned back against the mirrored wall directly behind him, but as his body made contact, all the metal bands around his neck, wrists, ankles and his cock, instantly fired up and he was suddenly thrashing from wall to wall and screaming from the pain. The more he screamed the more the pain and the more he thrashed around the more he felt pain. His brain was going on overdrive and he was trying to figure out how to stop the intense shocks he was receiving. He suddenly remembered about his voice triggering the band on his neck so he tried with all his might to remain silent. The pain was still happening, he felt his veins were going to explode when he remembered the foot prints.

Amid all the thrashing, tim had found himself kneeling on the floor and still trying to figure how to stop the pain. His whimpering was now silence as he worked very hard to gain control of his voice. His feet were no longer on the red foot prints, he knew he needed to stand back up and get his feet in the foot prints. He also realized this had all been triggered by him touching the walls.... he was beginning to figure it all out.

With all his might, tim tried to stand up and get back into the position, he could feel tears coming from his eyes due to the pain, he wanted to scream and yell and swear and break the walls down but he realized his anger would not help stop the pain, he needed it stopped. Slowly he put his mind beyond the pain and climbed back to a standing position. No longer touching the walls, he looked down and placed his bare feet in the foot prints.

The pain stopped, Tim could now hear the sound of his heart pounding and his breath echoing off the walls around him. He was helpless to figure out how to get out of this situation. Whatever it was this is serious, this goes beyond the concept of playing a joke on someone. It seemed like hours he stood there, occasionally trying to whisper and test his voice softly, but each time he tried, he could see the collar's red band lighting up and he could feel the stinging.

Standing there with his feet firmly placed where they belong, his legs were feeling the strain, however he focused with every ounce of his ability to not touch the walls and not to make any sounds as well as to ignore the pain in his legs from standing still for so long. He did not realize that with all the focusing he was doing on these small matters, his brain was ignoring the real situation and subconsciously he was accepting his captivity and focusing on avoiding pain.

Boredom was intense and the endless hours of standing there were taking a toll on him. He was becoming very exhausted and was fighting to keep awake. A few times he tried to shift his weight due to the trembling in his legs, but he felt the brief shocks throughout his collars.

At some point he was startled by a buzzing sound. He looked down and saw the foot prints were no longer lit up. He dared to move a foot and was relieved to find there was no shock. He took a chance and touched the wall and again there were no shocks. There was, however a slight hissing sound and as he let himself slide down to a sitting position on the floor he could smell something sweet. His exhaustion was becoming real intense and his weakness was taking over. He soon passed out.

End Part one....