Lycra abduction

Author: tecks
Title: Lycra abduction
Date: 17 April 2008

This is my first story attempt. Feel free to criticise of leave a remark.
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Hi there, my name is Ron and I have been a big inline skating enthousiast for years now. The intense trainig for inline skate marathons and contests helped really well to sculpt my body. Since I started, I have always loved seeing all the other skaters in their inline skeelers suits. For those who don't know what it looks like: it's a one-pice lycra suit, with short legs and arms. Some of the other guys really look well in these suits and the bulges some of these guys have always make me aroused. Since I participated, I had to wear a suit like that too, and that made it difficult to hide my semi-hardon in it. Especially because when getting wood in that suit, everybody could clearly see that I have a rather large PA. I know for sure all the other racers were aware of this! But that made it all the hotter for me to try out tighter and tighter skinsuits to race in.

Some of the guys I trained with and some of the other contestants must have noticed this some time. And I didn't mind that actually.

When the new season started again, I really wanted to win from my biggest compitor. His name is Sean, 27, and looks awesome. Everytime I am about to win a race, he gets me in the last few metres and puts me back in second place. The only gratification for me is that I can see his tight ass in front of me. He has massive legs, a massive torso and massive arms. And when he skates, he wears the tightest suit you can imagine. His silver and red suit really makes his bulge come out too. When he won yet another match, I really started to hate him for it. When back in the changing rooms, I told him I was going to train myself vigourously on the skate-track, for hours an hours, so I would beat him at the next match for sure.

I expected him to get a little frightend by my dedication, but he asked me how long I would train then.The next match was in only two weeks. I told him I would be training from the crack of dawn till it wss time to go to the office, and after leaving work, I'd be training till it was dark.

I did so. With passion. I trained my ass off all 14 days, and during the weekend, I was at the track all the time. The track consisted of a 4 mile concrete path trough the woods and an oval at the start. The last day before the next match, I was training at the oval and saw Sean leaning at the fence. He wasn't training at all, he just watched what was going in there. He looked really good in his sneakers, tight jeans, lycra shirt and leather jacket. But when I wanted to say hi, he was gone.

The next day arrived, and I was in top-condition. I pulled out my best-looking and fastest speedsuit and showed up at the start. I was next to Sean, who told me when they were counting off, that he would still beat me. He didn't. I won the race! I was so happy I crossed the finishline first and the crowd an my friends applauded me for winning the race by determination. In the lockerroom, Sean came up to me and said: "This is the last race you will ever win". I thought he was a sore loser, but it turned out different... I told him I was going to do the same training routine for the next three weeks, so he better train too if he wanted to beat me. He just smiled and said: "No need for that boy" and left. I didn't think twice of it.

The next weeks, I did the same training routine. Up at the crack of dawn, work and train till late in the evening. After a week, I was training at the track again. I was about to get dark, but I thought I'd do some extra laps on the track. I saw everybody else leave, but thought that was good, because then I had the track for myself. I went into the woods and pumped up the speed. Suddenly, right after a tight bend in the track, a few guys in tight red skinsuits appeared in the middle of the track. There were three of them and that suprised me, because I thought to have the track for myself. I wanted to pass them, but when I did, they picked up speed and when skating right next to me, the pushed me off the path. I fell down in the grass next to the track and the three guys quickly came back to me. I was so stupid to think they were there to make sure I was OK, lying there on my stomach in the grass, but they grabbed me and pulled my legs and arms up behind me. They quickly snapped handcuffs and legcuffs around me and connected the two together with a chain. I screamed like hell, but that made it all the much easier to put a large gag in my mouth. Only at that moment, I realised one of the guys was Sean, and the other two were his teammates. I didn't recognise him before, because I was used to seeing him in his tight silver an red suit. He stood over me and said: "Told you you weren't going to win from me any more" and then put a lycra hood over my head.

I twisted and moaned, but it was to no help. I tought they had left me there after that, but I heard a car pulling up and I was suddenly lifted up and put in the back of what seemed like a pick-up truck. The car started driving off and I really got scared now. After driving for what seemed ages, the car stopped. I was again lifted up by strong hands, nobody said anything, and carried into a building. Down some stairs I was laid flat on a hard floor. Some cloth was pushed against my face. I smelled the cloth was drenched in something and all my lights went out.

I woke up and firtly noticed a headache of enormous proportions. When the foggy feeling disappeared a little, I started to look around me. I was in a room with concrete walls, with a steel closed door. I was totally naked, except from some bodyparts. On my neck, I felt a steel collar and on my hips was a steel belt. It went all the way down to my dick, which seemed to disappear in a steel tube. What the F??? When I realised it prevented me from touching my dick, I felt arroused again. I could feel my dick getting harder inside the tube, which made me realise my PA was gone and replaced by a lock at the end of the tube. What devious brain thinks of contraptions like this? I stood up, but immediately fell down to the bed I was sitting on. The collar was attached to the wall with a chain, and my legs were chained together too.

Then I heard footsteps on the other side of the door. The locks made sounds, and the door opened. In the doorway was Sean. "I told you you'd never win from me again", he said. He was dressed in boots, a rubber pair of jeans and a rubber shirt. I started raging at thim, demanding I'd be freed, but all he did was laugh. He said: "Look Ron, I noticed you have raging hard-ons in your skinsuit whenever you see a guy like me. And that PA got me thinking you must be a gay guy with submissive tendencies." He was right about that. I had experimented before with bondage and did a little master/slave play before. "Since I sold my last slave, you are replacing him, so we will train you to be my personal slave for the next few months." he continued, ignoring my rage. "After that, I will lend you out to my friends, who you allready met at the track. When they feel you are a good slave, we will sell you." The next big slave auction is in 6 months, so we'll prepare you for that.

He stepped out the door and left. I kept yelling, but after I heard nothing happen for a while, I started thinking things over. The idea of being a slave to someone and to be auctioned off crossed my mind a lot of times before. It was a very horny idea, but now, being forced to, it was a totally different feeling. I felt my cock stiffening again and wanted to rub it. I hit my hand on the steel tube and realised I was still in this chastity contraption. That really made me realise I was stuck here as a personal slave to Sean. The tube prevented me from getting harder, otherwise, my cock would have exploded from hornyness.

I dozed off after a whil when suddenly, Sean stood next to me again. He wanted to unlock the chain and I grabbed my chance to hit him real hard. He stepped back and said: "That was stupid thing to do". He grabbed a small device out of his pocket and pushed the button. What happened is hard to descibe. I felt streams of electro going trough my dick and balls hurting like hell. I sreamed and felt I was hitting the ceiling. "This is what happens when you don't listen or are disobedient in any way". I kept yelling and finally he shut it off. "Are you ready to comply". I nodded. He turned the electro back on and said: "The correct answer is: Yes SIR". I screamed: "YES SIR, YES SIR, YES SIR!!" and he turned it off again.

Sean unlocked the chain from the wall and tugged the chain. "Follow me". I followed because I had no other option. He led me trough some hallways and we entered a room. It looked like a surgical room. It probably was... Sean ordered me to lie down on the table. He strapped me onto it. Then he placed a mouthpice over my mouth and I doxed off from the stuff that was coming out of it.

When I woke up again, I was back in my cell. When I could think clear again, I started to search what had happened to me. The steel collar was still there. My back hurt and I noticed the steel waistbelt was gone. Instead, I founf a tube that seemde to be connected to my body with a bolt. The damn tube around my dick was bolted right into my pubic bone! When I felt my back, I noticed it was sore. On the opposite of the cell was a small mirror. I walked up there and tried to look at my back. I was shocked at what I saw. A huge tattoo was on my back. It said: SLAVE in big black capitals. Further I found steel bracelets with an eyelet around my wrists and ankles. Now I was really frightened. Sean was serious about this!

I dozed off again because I had nothing else to do, but my dreams were all about being a slave to Sean and being on public display as a sellers item in a few months. When I woke up Sean was next to me again. He tugged my chain and told me to follow him again. I did not want to, but feared the new dicktube would probably have the same electro wired up to it, so I didn't hesitate. "That's much better" he said.

We went into the hallways again and we entered another room. Sean let go of the chain and I stood still in the middle of the room. He grabbed a black pile of stuff from the corner and thrwe them on the floor before me. Put that on, he said. It was a pile of rubber clothing. I put on the rubber suit, which had no crotch, but sealed the rest of my body in black shiny rubber, including a hood. Sean ordered me to walk to the wall, where a collection of dildo's was mounted on a steel rail. They went up in size from the left to the right. Sean ordered me to bend over and try the first dildo. It was a lot bigger than I tought when I felt it entering my ass. After a minute, he told me to go on to the next one. This one was noticeably larger then the first. Again after two minutes, I was ordered to go to the next dildo. This was all nice and OK, but I feared the later, huge dildo's. After number 5, when I was ordered to insert number 6, I couldn't put it in. It was too damn big. I complained, but Sean immediately pushed his remote button, and I was pushing harder than ever and succeeded in pushing in this large thing in my ass. Sean was happy with my pain-showing face and told me we that from now on, we'd be doing this every day, untill I could handle the largest dildo on the rack. I looked left, and saw I had 12 (!) dildo's to go!

Ater that, I was brought outside. I could see no other buildings and there was a beautifull garden, surrounded by a brick wall. Sean told me to lay down on the lawn. He attached chains to my wrist and anklebracelets, and attached the other ends to stone poles that were strategically placed in the lawn. There I was, outside in someones backyard, laying face down on the grass. Sean came over to me and placed a big gag in my mouth. After that, he taped my mouth shut by taping all ofer my head. Then I saw the two other guys I met on the track. They were carrying large bullwhips. When I looked to the other side, I saw Sean held one too. I tried to scream, but the gag and tape muffled my noises down to a soft grunt. Then they started. They relentlesly smacked down the whips on my back. It hurted like hell. I was screaming as loud as I could, but again only soft noises could be heard. Sean and the other guys kept going and going for what seemed like forever. Allthough I'd have thought this would be an ordeal, I really got a hard-on, as far as the tube would let me.

After they finally stopped, Sean came up to me. He felt my dick, removed the tape and gag and asked me: "Ron, would you like to become my personal slave and be reffered to as slave 7183 from now on?" I said: "Yes SIR", and felt proud.