Mistaken Identity Abduction Part 1

Author: alanlth
Title: Mistaken Identity Abduction
Date: 14 December 2004



Mistaken Identity Abduction - by Guy

It was late on a cold November night. I watched the temperature gauge on the dash to watch the degrees dropping every twenty miles or so, as I drove north from London. It had been a hard week, and I was looking forward to a weekend of relaxation at our country cottage near Lincoln. The music from the Capital radio station was beginning to fade out. The traffic had been horrendous, usual for a Friday night. As I was crawling along the A14 on the inside lane, a figure in the slip road caught my eye. There he was, a US marine in fatigues, boots, hat with a backpack slung over his shoulder, thumbing a lift. My mind raced, should I or should I not stop. What the hell and I pulled over, winding the passenger window down. "Where you heading?" I asked. A pair of crystal clear bright blue eyes flashed back at me, and a beaming smile of milk white teeth replied "Lincoln, Sir!". "Hop in" I replied, "that's just where I am heading".The marine leapt in the car, placing his backpack on the rear seat, and rubbing his hands from the cold. "It's pretty cold out there", I said, as all good Englishmen do, talk about the weather. "My name is Guy by the way", and the Marine quickly responded "Mike, Sir, pleased to meet you". We carried on in polite conversation. I struggled to keep my eyes on the slow moving traffic, while trying to get a better picture of my passenger. All I could see were his combats, and his silhouette against the passing streetlamps. I spotted the nametag on his shirt - "Johnson". Then there was the smell, a combination of must, sweat and mint. My cock had been very conscious since my passenger joined.After half an hour the traffic eased, and we are progressing nicely onto the main trunk route, the A1M. By now, I had been driving for almost four hours, had not eaten for eight, and was conscious of the need for a bathroom break. "Hey, are you hungry" I asked. "I could eat a friggin horse" the reply came back in a lovely deep American drawl. "There's a service area coming up in five miles, and there's a burger place there". "Neat" he responded. The five miles quickly passed and we drew up into the parking area. Stepping out of the car, our breaths caused plumes of steam to rise in the night sky. I realized I had brought no coat with me. I plipped the lock on the car door with my keyfob, and we strode quickly into the service area. I headed straight to the convenience and audibly uttered a sound of relief as my piss splattered against white porcelain. The combination of the long drive and cold air hit me like a brick. I glanced over to see the marine splashing another trough, and thought to myself what a handsome hunk he was.We wandered through to the food hall, and as we approached burger outlet, the marine politely asked "may I treat you Sir, as you have been so kind". "That's very kind of you", I replied not wishing to offend. We approached the counter. "What would you like?" I thought quickly. "Mine's a quarter pounder meal with Coke". "Guy, why not take a sit, you must be bushed with all that driving. I'll bring the rations over." I smiled at Mike, and said thanks. I took my seat at the clean formica table. I watched Mike at the counter, lovely tanned skin, flashing white teeth, medium build, standing erect in his BDU's, cap tipped slightly over his eyes. He removed his cap to reveal a perfect flat-top of sandy brown hair. He began walking over carrying the tray of burgers and cokes. As he reached the table, he appeared to stumble, and clumsily fell, launching the cokes across the table toward me. One of the cokes almost exploded as it landed on the formica top, and what seemed like gallons of sticky black mess flooded onto me drenching my shirt, jacket and pants. Worst still, it seeped straight through to my underwear, and down my legs to my socks. "Oh Gee! I am most dreadfully sorry. Let me help" Before I knew it Mike was dabbing paper napkins all over my sodden crotch. I was slightly red with embarrassment as onlookers gazed at the scene. I waitress came over, with more napkins, and said "here you are love, let me get you another drink".I sat there in discomfort, almost stuck to the seat, and munched through my burger. Mike continued to apologize, "You can't carry on your journey like that. Do you have a change of clothes in the car?" he asked. "Unfortunately not, I keep a complete wardrobe in my house in Lincoln." He paused for a moment. "Wait, I have an idea. May I get my bag from the car Sir?" I thought for a moment. Here I was, sitting with a complete stranger as of half an hour ago, drenched from head to toe in coke. Well he seemed a really polite guy, and a member of the US forces. I reached into my pocket and handed him my keys. "I'll be back shortly he said". After what seemed an agonizing wait he returned, backpack over his shoulder. "Guy, come with me. I have a spare uniform in my bag, and I noticed there is a shower in the toilets you can use." Before I could refuse, he turned, and reluctantly I followed him to the mens room. Sure enough, at the end of the stalls there was a large cubicle, from which entry could only be gained by inserting two quid. He reached into his pocket, and producing two pound coins, quickly inserting them into the slot. He opened the door to large stall, with a shower enclosure in one corner, a wooden bench sheet to the left, and a sink and toilet to the right. By the toilet there was a large white grabrail bolted to the wall, presumably for disabled, with a large mirror above it.I felt really awkward. The room was warm and there was a pungent smell of disinfectant. Mike moved quickly to the bench and began opening his rucksack, He started neatly placing items of army kit on the bench. An olive drab tee, and matching underwear, a pair of thick olive socks, a matching set of BDU's. Then a matching peaked cap, and finally to my surprise, a pair of combat boots. "gotta have the full set!" he grinned at me. I felt flushed but attempted to smile back. Next he pulled out an olive green towel, some soap, and quickly shut his bag. "I'll leave you to it then", and quickly strode out of the shower room. I clicked the lock on the door to engaged, and began removing my ruined civvies. The coke had indeed gone everywhere. I picked up the soap and towel, and strode to the shower cubicle. The water was steaming hot and quickly the coke was rinsing down the hole. I then toweled off. Walking back into the room, I examined Mike's spare uniform. Perfectly pressed, but obviously used. Name tags neatly sewn on - "Johnson". I started with the regulation underwear and tee. I could feel my cock swelling as I pulled them on. Followed by the BDU's. It seemed odd, but everything was a perfect fit. Finally, I struggled with the army boots. Instead of full lace-ups, they had a zipper attachment, then laces at the top. I fastened the laces. The hat remained on the seat next to me. There was a knock at the door. "everything okay in there?" It was Mike. "I think so" I replied, "I feel kind of silly, and not sure if I have everything correctly placed. "here, let me check you out" Mike"s, voice boomed over the divider. I unlocked the door, and Mike walked in with his bag. "Not bad", he said, "but I need to make a few small adjustments. Over here by the mirror." He almost ordered the last request. I followed him.He bent down and adjusted my trousers bottoms, neatly fastening the ties behind the boot. I looked up, embarrassed. I thought I heard a click of metal but thought nothing of it. Next he stood in front of me and took my wrist. I though he was going to adjust my cuff. Before I knew it Mike had handcuffed one arm, and lacing the cuffs through the grabrail, then cuffed my other wrist. "What's going on!" I screamed and tried to move away. It was then that I realized my feet had also been cuffed. I nearly stumbled. Mike caught me, but as he did, he was feeding a green kerchief into my mouth as I tried to catch my breath. Next thing he produces a piece of silver gaffer tape and applies it firmly across my mouth. " There" he said, flashing a evil grin.He confidently strode over to his bag. Although I was panic stricken, my cock was hard. The thought of being kidnapped by a marine. After searching for several seconds, Mike turned and was carrying something bulky. "Okay, buddy, can't have a marine who doesn't look the part. In his hand was a pair of electric clippers. I heard the click of switch. "Now don't give me any trouble, or you will really suffer!". He walked close to me and began stroking my scalp. With a few deft movements, and a change of clipper length, my civvy haircut had been transformed into a flat-top. Mike smiled at his handiwork, then glanced down at mine. My cock was bulging. "And what do we have here then?". He gave a quick slap to my cock. I flinched. He put the clippers down and began undoing my pants. He smiled as he saw the stain mark on the front. He pulled the pants and underwear down to my knees. My cock was still semi stiff. Without a thought, he grabbed my cock and balls, then  quickly picking up the clippers, began shaving my pubes, brushing the hair onto the floor. My cock was now fully erect.Before I knew it Mike had unlocked the handcuffs, and re-fastened them in front of me, with me facing the wall and the cuffs around the rail. I could feel a finger probing my arse.  His hand then brought a small bottle upto my nose. I smelt the bitter almond vapour and began to feel somewhat dizzy. A leather gloved hand then covered my nose, as I felt Mike's well lubed dick enter my backside. More poppers as he began to pump me. I looked in the mirror. Me, uniformed a duck-taped mouth, flattop, gloved hand over my nose, and being fucked by a marine. Before I knew it Mike was spent, and working my dick hard. I splattered all over the white tiles. We were both panting.Mike moved way from, and started to clear up. He pulled off the condom and hurled it into a bin. Next, he began wiping the wall and the hairs off the floor. He reached into  the bag and pulled out a white tee, boxers, black socks and blue jeans. I was now very puzzled. I watched his reflection in the mirror. Why had he not lent me his jeans in the first place? Next he quickly folded up his uniform and stowed them in the backpack. He carefully hung an M65 jacket on the coat-hook, in the same woodland cammo. I then watched as he began rifling through my clothes. He removed my wallet, and I saw him push my car keys into his front pocket. He then picked up all my clothes and tossed them into a plastic bin sack. My shoes quickly followed, until there was not vestage of the real me left. Next he fiddled with his bag and walked over to me. "Well thank you Mr Guy for the company. And of course for the loan of your car. You were truly an excellent fuck. I just love these scenes." I tried to speak, but a muffled noise came out. I stared into his confident blue eyes. His hand quickly came up and brought something to my nose. It was acrid, and from that point on everything became a blur. Choroform!I awoke to a thumping sound. I stirred. I felt I was lying on a cold surface. I moved. Things started to come back to me. I could speak. The gaffer tape had been removed. "Hey, bud you finished in there"...thump, thump, thump. I struggled to my feet and stared at myself in the mirror. Mike had left me in full uniform, with my peak cap over my flattop. I looked, and saw a glint around my neck. I pulled it out and it was a dogtag. I stashed it back under my shirt. The cuffs were gone, and in addition to the BDU's I was wearing the M65 jacket. I reached into the pocket, I found in each one a leather glove. In one pocket, there was a piece of paper. It was a note. "Dear Guy, thanks for all your help, I have left you a present. Feel around your cock". I did, and encountered a steel cock ring, firmly embracing my scrotum. I was now very puzzled as to why and what had happened. He was no ordinary car thief.  I looked around, and there on the bench was Mike's backpack. I quickly rifled through it, but as I suspected all I could find was the spare army kit. The banging on the door continued.I opened a door and red-faced man in a white coat was yelling at me. I quickly moved out carrying the backpack and pondered my situation. Would anybody at the service area believe my fantastic tale? I walked self consciously as people stared at a US marine striding through the service area. I walked over to the payphone. Now with everybody using mobiles these days, the only payphone accepted a credit card, and where was my credit card? Along with Mike, with my wallet, with my money, with my car, with my mobile, with my civvy clothes. I began to panic. I wandered outside into the night air. No sign of my car. It was bitter. I zipped up the M65, and put on the leather gloves, thankful of some warm clothing. I wandered through the almost deserted car park of the service area aimlessly. Shall I hitch a lift, I thought to myself? Just then I heard a noise from behind. I turned and saw army uniformed men running toward me waving. "Stop Johnson, we're Military Police". It was the flight/fight syndrome. I decided to leg-it, but they were too quick for, me. He jumped me and pushed me to the ground. "But I am not Johnson, I am English citizen" I tried to scream. The second man pinioned me down. One of them grabbed my shirt and pulled the dog-tag. "Oh is that so Mikey boi!". Just then a large dark olive green paneled van pulled up, and the side door swung open. It was unmarked which I thought a little odd, and all windows were heavily tinted. I third man jumped out. "So we find our quarry then" he said gloatingly. He bent down and jabbed me in the arm with a small black box with two prongs. It was tazer. A high voltage shock shot through my body, and I lay there motionless. The three of them picked me up and carried me over to the van, placing me in a black vinyl covered chair with arm rest. As I began to stir there was much movement an clicking. My feet were cuffed to a metal bar in front of the seat and my arms and wrists strapped to the armrests through welded eyelets underneath. A rag was quickly stuffed into my mouth. Before I knew it gaffer tape was placed over my mouth. My backpack was casually tossed onto the seat beside me, and the door slammed. The men glared at me, pleased with their capture. One of them placed his boot firmly, into my groin. "So Mikey Boi, you deserter. Your punishment and reward is only just beginning." He squeezed his foot down. "You signed up with the Academy for a week of special training at our isolation unit not ten miles from here. A disused army base, where nobody can find you. Now where would your confirmation and disclaimer be?" I tried to explain that it could not be me, but only a muffled noise came out. He reached over to the backpack, carefully opening the front pocket, and pulled out a piece of folded paper. "Here, we are", looking at the typed paper and signature. It began I, Mike Johnson do hereby consent to...signed........... He tucked paper into his top pocket, and closed the flap.  "You know, Mikey, we didn't think you were going to make it as you had not paid the balance. Then your kind friend Guy called to pay on his card for your stay. Wish I had mates like that. He also relayed your message that you wanted it rough and no holes barred". They all laughed raucously. "So nice of him to also tell us where you would be within the designated pick-up zone". My eyes were in terror. What had I gotten myself into? They must have seen my terror, and one of them quickly produced a olive coloured cloth bag, which he proceeded to pull over my head and tie the drawstring tight. I sat there pondering my situation. Not much I could do really. For the second time in one night, uniformed, bound and abducted. And this time for a week. There could be worse things that happen. Just wait till I get my hands on that little fuck Mike!</p></body></html> ;