Mistaken Identity Abduction Part 2

Author: alanlth
Title: Mistaken Identity Abduction Part 2
Date: 23 December 2004



Note from Guy: I was not going to continue after part 1, but after some words of encouragement I have. Hope you enjoy.

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After what seemed an age of twisting and turning roads, my wrists were beginning ache from the straps, and I was feeling slightly nauseous from the movement of the vehicle, without being able to see. The road was now becoming quite bumpy and I could hear gravel. I must confess my cock was a little hard from the thought of the abduction. The van ground to halt, and I heard the side door slide open. The straps were being undone, and leg cuffs unfastened from the metal bar. Before I knew it handcuffs were then applied and I was dragged forward out of the seat, and out into the cold of the night. I nearly stumbled on the gravel. I felt two sets of hands guiding me through across the gravel., finally through on to a solid floor, and I guessed along a corridor by the echo. I was then frogmarched, and brought to a dead halt. Then nothing.

After an interminable silence, a voice spoke. "Stand to attention soldier boy!", a voice boomed. I felt compelled to stand erect and still. I felt somebody close. Quickly somebody removed the hood covering my head.  I was initially blinded by the bright fluorescent light. My eyes focussed, and sitting in front of me was hardy faced, buzz-topped marine in uniform, with tidily rolled up sleeves. "Mikey Boi, welcome to camp Bragg. Since you decided to go AWOL, you will held here for interrogation and processing, until you fate is decided". I started to speak "but there has been a terrible mistake, you see I am not Mikey Boi"...."Shut the fuck-up soldier! Your time will come to plead your case. Take him off for processing!" And with that I was frogmarched by the two MP's at my side through a side door into a room with that looked like a large wetroom. There was a wooden table against a wall, a chair in the middle of the room and various pieces of apparatus hanging from racks. Against the wall was a solitary white toilet. I heard the door shut behind me, and firm click of a lock. "Soldier, you have five minutes to strip and defecate" one of the men said, and with that unlocked my handcuffs, and leg cuffs. They left the room unlocking the door and re-locking it behind them. I stood there thinking how I could get out of this.

I moved forward across the room and started to strip off Mike's uniform. First the M65 jacket and shirt. I sat on the chair to undo the ties on the trouser legs, and unfasten the black boots. Then I removed the olive tee and underwear, carefully folding the uniform and placing it on the table. I looked down and looked at the cockring Mike had placed on me. I tried to remove it, but there was no way it was going to come off.. I then examined it more carefully and noticed a hairline seem in the metal, and some specially headed screws on the surface. It had been clamped on and screwed together, rendering it impossible to remove. I turned it and noticed some odd looking threaded holes in the ring. I moved over to the toilet and squat, needing an urgent pee, and decided I did needed to crap as well. Just as I had finished the door was unlocked and flung open, and in marched to two marines carrying Mike's backpack. One strode over to the table and started packing the uniform into it, the other walking over toward me. "You know there has been a terr..." before I could complete the sentence a heavy boot landed in my groin. I doubled over in agony, and was quickly escorted over into the chair at the centre of the room. I was pushed into it and quickly leather straps tied my wrists to the arms, and legs to the feet of the chair. Suddenly I felt cold against my neck, and a thin stainless steel collar applied around my neck and fastened with a special key. A small D ring on the back of the collar was then clipped to a hood on the back of the wooden chair.

I could hear movement behind me, and the click of a switch. "Mikey Boi, you have lost the right to call yourself a soldier for the time being. No rank, no name, just a number. Inmate 232 from now on." Then somebody grabbed my head from behind and pushed a pair of electric clippers against my scalp. Not again! I thought to myself. The buzzing continued for several minutes until I was scalped. He roughly brushed off the hair. This was quickly followed by an application of shaving foam, and a razor scraped across my head. Next the other MP moved in front of me and knelt down.

"Glad to see you can follow some orders" he said adjusting the steel cockring. He then produced two half shells of stainless steel, and placed them over my cock and balls, like two jelly moulds. I looked on in horror.  The cold metal touched my ball sack and dick . The two halves came together with a click almost pinching my scrotum. They fitted together perfectly locking ingeniously against the steel ring with special screws. My cock and balls were trapped inside the steel prison. Suddenly, the straps were removed, and I was ordered to the far corner of the room. "Hands against the wall inmate 232!". I complied. I suddenly felt a jet of cold water hit me, followed by a bucket of slippery disinfectant water. "Now scrub" the marine ordered.. I did as ordered feeling my shiny new scalp and my cock encased in steel. The men approached me again and held the hose against near my arse. The end had been fitted with a special nozzle. Only after a short moment I felt the steel nozzle being shoved up my rectum, and then the sudden swelling of cold water filling my bowel. "Hold It" the man screamed as the man with drew the hose. He then turned the hose full on me washing away the suds. The shock of the cold water made my rectum want to burst even more.  After what seemed like an age. "Now squat and discharge". I almost ran to the toilet and let go. I was grabbed again as they me towelled me off with olive green towels. I was shivering. "Over to the table", the MP snapped, "and lie on your front". I did as I was told. Before I knew it, one of the soldiers was greasing my arse, and inserting a steel butt plug in my arse. What was unusual was that the plug was connected to a curved steel rod. I soon understood why. The end of the rod was designed to click into a special socket in my cockring.

"This is for your own protection Boi. Can't be too careful round here. Now stand up!" I once again followed orders. Now put this on, and an orange one-piece set of overalls was handed to me. It had a one-piece zipper at the front. I pulled on the overalls and pulled up the zipper. Quickly, hand and leg cuffs were applied. "and now to stop that gabbing of yours" as I felt a steel "o" ring gag shoved into my mouth and the leather straps fastened behind my head. I was then lead out and thrown into a bare cell with a mattress on floor, a steel dog bowl full of water, and nothing else. I lay down. I moved my hands down to the steel shell encasing my cock and balls, feeling my cock trying to swell inside the steel cage. Feeling the fullness in my rectum, pressing against my prostrate. I was cold, and trapped. I suddenly felt desperately thirsty, but mentally felt resistant to drinking from a dog bowl. I lay there in the dark and cold. I tossed and turned on the mattress, trying to get comfortable. Eventually, I gave in and crawled over to the dog bowl, and attempted, not too successfully, to slurp some water out of the bowl. I eventually decided that sucking the water through the "o" ring was the most effective course. The water had a slightly chlorine smell, but cold an refreshing regardless. I went to lay down and drifted off.

The next thing I remembered was stirring. The water must have been laced with something. I felt disorientated. I was upright and sitting. I was oddly comfortable, but unable to move. Warm and snug, and yet constricted. I started to open my eyes. I was shocked at what I was staring at. I was looking into a mirror. There in front of me was a man in a high backed wooden chair, covered from head to toe in rubber. Rubber hood, one piece suit. The hood had pinhole eyes and noseholes. Leather belts crisscrossed my body, holding me into the chair. My dick was encased in rubber sheath, and standing proud.. My hands were clamped in special wooden paddles, like large table tennis bats, not that I could move my arms. A movement caught my eye. One of the means approached, and produced a divers mask connected to two corrugated hoses, and proceeded to snap it over my head. I could hear myself breathing. I must have sat there for hours, staring at the stranger in the mirror. Then one of marines appeared. He moved closer to my face with a grin and adjusted one of the valves. I smelt poppers. I became increasingly aroused. He then grabbed my cock and started playing with me. I was squirming in the chair, unable to move a muscle. The agony and the ecstasy. I came and shot my load. He grinned again at me, then adjusted another valve. I could smell gas and began to fade.

When I next awoke I was lying in my familiar cell on my mattress. The chastity devices had been re-applied, as well as the cuffs. I lay there in the dark. I then heard the click of a lock. I could see the outline of a man between two familiar marines. He was dressed exactly as myself, in orange overalls, cuffs, and a rubber hood covering his face, accompanied by the familiar "o" ring gag.. He was around my height and build. He was thrust into my cell and stumbled. The cell door was locked, and the marines exited. I looked at the other prisoner. I tried to say something, but all that came out was gibberish. I motioned him to lay down on the single mattress and sat next to him. We both lay down. His manacled hand reached over to touch me. I reciprocated. I found the similar steel device also over his cock. I moved closer and smelt him. There was a familiar odour, but the smell of the rubber hood was overpowering. Soon our bodies were touching trying to keep each other warm in the cold cell. His face was facing me. I used my tongue to explore his mouth through his "o" ring. There was a grunt. Our bodies tried to move against each other but it was useless with the various handcuffs and legcuffs. The steel cock coverings banged against each other through the orange cloth. We both drifted off to sleep our cocks hard and imprisoned.

Presently, the light came on and the door to the cell was unlocked. The two marines came inside and hauled me out. Taking me back to the original wetroom, one of them unzipped the overalls, and moved with a key to unlock the steel casing around my cock, and removed the steel butt plug. Next, he removed the steel collar from my neck, and finally they uncuffed me.  Pointing sheepishly to the table, one of them said "get dressed", and then they both left the room. I looked down and around. The steel cockring was still on. Laid out neatly on the table was my uniform and boots, my M65 jacket, and olive green underwear and socks. I slowly dressed wondering what fate would befall me next. I began to dress. First the tee and pants, then socks. Finally I was fully dressed. I donned my cap over my now hairless head and I checked in my pockets. The leather gloves were still there. The door opened, and a voice commanded "come on through Guy!" Wait! What did he just say? He walked into the office. The buzztopped marine was sitting behind the desk smoking a cigar. "At ease" he said. "we have an apology to make Guy. You see we really did think you were Mike, until he called in and owned up this afternoon. I guess his conscience had gotten the better of him." I was speechless. "By the way, we managed to retrieve these off him", and threw my wallet and car keys across the desk. I grabbed them as they slid toward me, and placed them in the jacket pocket. "We have made a refund to your credit card in full. Unfortunately, we did not manage to find your clothes, so it's only fitting you have his. He won't be needing them for the time being", he grinned. One of the marines handed me Mike's backpack. I paused for a second. "Where is Mike now?" I queried. There was a moment of silence and the senior marine smiled while puffing on a cigar. "didn't you recognize him in your cell with you then?". I just stood there taking it all in. Next he handed me a key. "Guy, this will remove the special cock ring. We require all our guests to wear one".

The senior marine began again. "Guy, I hope the last twenty four hours has not been too upsetting for you, but actually I think you enjoyed it. Just to show there are no hard feelings, here is a discount voucher should you choose to come again. Of course of your own volition this time. We have of course a long waiting list of guys wanting this sort of military or captive scene for a weekend or a week, maybe longer." I tried to think what to say. I blurted out "thank you Sir" and took the voucher.

"Now your car is waiting for you in a lay-by some distance from here. Nice to have met you" Another big smile and the two marines escorted me out into the cold and two the green panel van. I sat in one of the rear seats. Just then one of the marines said "excuse me Sir, but for security reasons we are going to have to hood you". I looked at him and smiled. He placed the hood over my head and pulled the drawstring. The door shut, and the van drew off. After a thirty-minute ride, we pulled off the road for around five minutes. The van bumped along a track, and stopped. I was helped out of the back still hooded. The marine said "wait there". I stood. I heard the van door shut and then drive off. After a few seconds I realized I was alone. I removed my hood and saw the lights of the panel van heading off into the distance. It was dark and cold. My breath causing steam in the night air. The stars picked out a reflection. It was my car. I walked over to it carrying the backpack and hood, fumbling for my keys. Getting in the car, I sat for a while thinking about my twenty-four hour experience. I started the car, switched on the headlamps, and headed down the woodland track. I emerged onto a tarmac road that I immediately recognized. I was not fifteen minutes from my house. I drove home slowly. I pulled into the driveway and stopped the car. I bent down to pick up the rucksack from the passenger foot well and noticed a scrumpled piece of paper was similar to my discount voucher I had been given, but this one was different. It began "introduce a friend for a one day session, and get your booking at half-price...." I cursed under my breath. I walked upto the house, and opened the door. I then stood in the hallway. I looked at myself in the mirror, in full bdus's cap and boots. My hand reached down to my shave cock and felt the cock ring. Then I touched my shaved scalp. Maybe I would not change just right now. Now how can I repay Mikey, I thought to myself.</p><p /><p /></body></html> <p /></body></html>