Landlord Daddy Part 2

Author: dansplans86
Title: Landlord Daddy Part 2
Date: 07 December 2015

We stayed on the kitchen floor for a long time, although I was so insensate it may have only been 5 or 10 minutes. All I remember is when he let go of me at last and I slumped onto my side, desperate to fall asleep. I faintly heard a draw opening, then groaned as he rolled me onto my back and began snipping at my shirt with scissors. My joggers went next, then my pants, and I watched with disbelief as he bundled the shredded clothing into a black bag. Finally he unbuckled my watch and unfastened my necklace, pocketing those. For some reason, the last part left me feeling more naked than the loss of my clothes.

Alan’s face loomed over mine, breathing softly. “Good boy. Stay nice and quiet like this and we’re going to have a great time.” He stroked my hair, then placed his hands under my arms and lifted me to my foot. I immediately swayed but then felt my feet leave the floor. He’d hoisted me over one shoulder like a little girl! My eyes closed, despite the dull panic still churning in my gut. I was aware of him leaving the apartment and heading downstairs. The door to the downstairs apartment was open and dark. He carried me inside and laid me on what felt like a gym mat. Then he was gone.

The room was dark and warm, and I was asleep quickly. When I woke up I was desperately thirsty, with a dry throat and sore muscles where my arms and legs were restricted. But some light was coming through thick curtains, illuminating Alan’s downstairs apartment. The shock was so strong that I still couldn’t react properly. The entire place was one rectangular room. One of the walls was made up of mirrors from floor to ceiling. The rest of the room was lined with shelves and boxes. Everything was red and black. The floor was indeed made up of red and black foam tiles. The ceiling was dotted with various hooks and pulleys. A sling hung in one corner. Some sort of bench and chair sat next to each other in another corner. I was lying in the middle of the floor, and struggled to sit up, my head still a bit groggy. Behind me was a black, metal cage, large enough for me to sit in, but not much else. This was, I realised with a shiver, a fully kitted-out play-room, and I was its newest toy.

I began to thrash at the duct tape binding me. He couldn’t just keep me here! Could he? I replayed the conversations I’d had with Alan. The more I remembered, the more I began to despair. I’d told him how estranged I was from everybody. He knew I wasn’t going to get visitors. He knew nobody would miss me, not for a few months at least. I had trumpeted my need for isolation and privacy to everyone, not least of all to my captor! I began to sob, the emotion finally coming through. All I could do was calm myself down and wait.

Hours later I heard him coming, but only very faintly. How was he so quiet? Then the door opened and he walked in, dressed in chequered shirt, jeans and boots like I had seen him last. He grinned at me as I looked up at him. I’d sat upright to glare at him better. He pulled a chair from the wall, opened it and sat down opposite me. The mirror showed me how small and pathetic I looked with the big guy looming over me. “Well,” he began, “I’ve had an interesting day. First I had to pack up your shit out of my apartment. You see, I live upstairs. You’ll be living down here. But before I packed it all up, I logged onto your computer. Not very smart of you keeping all your passwords in your wallet, boy.” I swallowed, but he just grinned. “Turns out I’ll be keeping your computer. You’re tweeting about how perfect this place is, and how you don’t want to be disturbed. I deleted that porn you kept on there too. Pretty girls, I’ll admit, but you just haven’t had your horizons broadened yet.” I started to yank at my restraints, raging at the old prick. He leaned back and produced a bottle of water. I immediately calmed down, fixated on the drink.
“Good boy,” Alan said. “Bet you’re thirsty by now.”
I nodded, hating myself for being so easily controlled.
Alan nodded back. “Well, there’s rules for having this drink. When I take that gag off, you don’t speak. Don’t make a sound, especially don’t scream. This place is sound-proofed so it won’t do you any good, and if you do make a noise, you won’t get a drink until tomorrow. Understood?”
I nodded again. My mind was racing but I couldn’t see any choice.
“Alright then,” said Alan, and he knelt beside me. He tipped my head back, and slowly peeled the tape away. I licked my lips and massaged them together, but didn’t make a sound, or even look at him. Then the bottle came to my lips and I started to gulp greedily. Alan cradled my head, feeding me like a baby with a bottle. When the bottle was empty, he stepped back. “Better?” he asked. I nodded, but immediately felt my head beginning to spin. My vision blurred, and I heard him chuckle. “Sorry boy, more local brew. Last one for a while, I promise. Just gotta make a few more adjustments to you, then we’re set. Sweet dreams.”
“Fuuuuck y-y-youuu...” I slurred, before feeling my head thud off the floor.

The first thing I was aware of was that I was standing up. Well, not standing exactly, but I was upright. My shoulders felt stiff. I got my weight under my feet and felt the tension ease. Then I opened my eyes and grunted, staring at myself in the full-length mirror. I was shackled, with my legs and arms spread. My wrists and ankles were fed through two chains, both of which were bolted to the walls and ceiling. I was hanging spread-eagled like a fly in a web. Thick leather cuffs encircled my wrists and ankles, each one ringed with little hooks and buckles. A matching collar was wrapped around my throat, not tight, but not totally comfortable either. My body gave me the biggest shock however. I was quite hairy particularly with my dark hair. A coating covered my arms, legs, chest and stomach, with thick nests in my armpits and crotch. Now I was totally hairless from the neck down. I couldn’t even see stubble, and the skin tingled. I felt the same sensation on my ass. He’d completely removed my body hair! He’d left the hair on my head alone, but I wondered how long that would last. The gag was gone, and my mouth was hanging gratefully open. I thought about screaming, then fought back the urge. He wasn’t bluffing, nobody was going to hear me. All I could do was wait for him to come back. I felt like a doll, left lying around to be picked up and played with on a whim. My mind kept recoiling from the whole experience. In a matter of hours, he had transformed me from an independent young writer into a sex slave. I wasn’t even gay. Goose pimples broke out across my body. What was he going to do to me? Just then, I heard his footsteps...