Mistaken Identity Abduction Part 3

Author: alanlth
Title: Mistaken Identity Abduction Part 3
Date: 24 December 2004



I woke up the next morning, cocooned in my duvet. My arms moved down. I didn't remember going to bed after a nightcap. I usually sleep naked. This morning was different. I was wearing undies and tee, and that now familiar sensation around my cock, the steel ring. My hands smoothed against Mike's tee and underwear. Then to the ring.  I recalled the events of the previous two nights and day. I had an uncontrollable urge to wank off. And so I did. Spunk everywhere. Nothing like a good start to the morning, I thought to myself. I got up slowly and looked out. It was still semi dark outside, the sun starting to appear through the mist. I looked around my bedroom. There was Mike's uniform neatly folded on the dresser, with the peak cap, and rucksack alongside. I went over to the rucksack and began unpacking it. The spare uniform, a set of green towels, spare tee and undies, all neatly folded. At the bottom I found the a green bag, which I removed. Inside I found various items, including a rubber gasmask, some ration packs, razor, shaving cream and a camo stick. I carefully placed everything inside an empty drawer in my dresser. On the dresser was the key to the cockring. After some fiddling the locking screws came lose, and the ring sprang open on a concealed hinge. I then had an evil thought. I reached back into the drawer and took out the razor and shaving foam. I then grabbed one of the green towels, and headed for the shower. The hot shower was bliss. I reached for the shaving foam and razor, and began shaving the stubble that was once my pubic hair. I then moved to my scalp, and thought "what the hell, it's gone anyway", and began smoothing off my scalp. All done I towelled off. I returned to the bedroom, and looked at the folded uniform. I could not resist. I re-applied the cock ring, took out a fresh set of underwear, then put back on the bdu's. Finally the black combat boots. I looked on the dresser, the dogtag was still there. I reached and put it on. Now what, I thought to myself. You can hardly go wandering around the village like this. I thought for a moment. It was still early and fabulous up on the ridge. People think of Lincolnshire as flat and dull. The ridge ran for miles with a fantastic view across the fens to one side. I decided to go for an early morning stroll.

The car was cold and covered in dew. Thankfully, I was suitably attired. I checked in my pocket and the gloves were still there. The car started first time. I backed down the drive, and headed off for a few miles, and picked up one of the back roads. There was picnic area in a wooded site, not often used in winter. There was still a mist. I parked the car, and checked around. There was nobody in sight. I picked up the peaked cap on the passenger seat, locked the car and headed off for a stroll. It was a fabulous morning. Suddenly, there was movement ahead. I was startled. Then a pheasant came crashing through the undergrowth. "Stupid bird!" I muttered. I walked for a couple of miles, and then took another path on the way back. I head voices in the distance. I stopped to listen. It was a group of squaddies on early morning exercise. Modesty took over. Here was me dressed as US marine and a contingent of the British army was about to come by. I hid the bushed until the last of them had gone by. I ambled back to the car along the path. At one point, the path ran next to the road. Just at this point I heard the sound of a powerful engine. I waited and looked.  A strange and familiar sight was approaching fast and before I knew it had gone. It was a green panel Chevrolet can, with dark tinted windows. No it can't be, can it? I thought. Too much of a coincidence? I headed to the car and headed back home for some much needed coffee and toast. Once inside the house, I removed the M65 jacket and cap, and headed for the kitchen.

The fresh brewed coffee went down a treat. It was now Sunday and I had not much planned. I headed to the study and noticed the discount voucher on the sideboard. It was headed "The Academy". I read on. There was no address, but at the bottom, a web address. Not the usual type, but DNS numeric address. I typed it up on my PC and the academy website came up. The first page was the usual warning, and in bold test "Members Only". I went to the enter site button and looked at the content. There was a section on different courses, from physical training to imprisonment. Under the "New " column, there was an item "Induction of inmate 232". I sat and thought. That was the number assigned to me during my 24 hour incarceration. I clicked on the item. There was a pause, The screen flashed up "Members only, Join now. Special introductory offer". I sat for a few minutes. Another coffee was called for. My curiosity got the better of me and I reached for my wallet. I followed the join now tab, and read the instructions. All the usual. Confidentiality guaranteed etc. Six months subscription $30 charged by an anonymous biller. I typed in my card details and picked a user ID. I waited while the card was authorised, and thirty seconds later there was a "ping" from my inbox. An email giving password details. I returned to the site and typed in my ID and password, and went to the members only site. I found the "induction of inmate 232", and noticed there were parts I, II and III. I clicked on part I. There was a delay as the streaming video loaded. I looked on in horror. I recognized the person with his back to the camera being shaved by a marine, while strapped to a chair. It was me! I froze. I then clicked on part 2. It was a shot of me being hozed off by the marines. The final part was of me sitting in a wooden chair in a rubber suit. The whole scene. I must have sat there a few minutes taking it all in. I thought quickly. There were no scenes of my face thank god. Hopefully nobody would recognize me. Then I began to rationalize. Look, this is a pay site anyway, and only members can see the videos. Now would I have any friends with such perverse interests? Hopefully not.

I spent the rest of Sunday between the PC, exploring the various content of the website. Although, initially embarrassed, I was drawn deeper and deeper into the content. The pictures of horny men, the scenes. I then started puzzling about the location of Fort Bragg as it had been described. I had never heard of anything like this locally, but there were plenty of disused RAF and Army bases in the area, I pulled out a map. I looked at where we had first stopped for services on the Friday night, my first encounter with Mike, I paused to think about that first horny night. I concentrated again. Let's work back. I knew the exact location where I had emerged on the road last night, fifteen minutes from house on the Ernest Way, and old Roman road. I reckoned on 30 minutes driving, that would place me twenty to thirty miles from that point toward Peterborough. I then tried to recall how long we had driven on the Friday night. That must have been a good thirty minutes. I drew another arc. The lines intersected for around ten miles. It was getting late, and I decided to pack in for the day. I went upstairs, and as removed my bdu's and boots.

The next morning, I was awoken by the doorbell ringing. I climbed out of bed and pulled on the bdu pants. I must have looked a sight, as the postman looked at me oddly. Olive green tee and dogtag, and matching bdu's. "Sign here please". I was half asleep. I could not remember ordering anything. I took the brown package and returned to the kitchen. I seized a pair of scissors and cut open the large package. Inside was another two sets of bdu's, two pairs of olive socks, two sets of underwear, a pair of new combat boots, and a peaked cap. All were neatly folded and smelt a little musty as all army issue kit does. I looked at the uniform, and a compliments slip. A short note said "Congratulations on your subscription to the Academy. Please find enclosed your enlistment kit.". I was puzzled. I looked at the various pieces of kit. The same as Mike's, but different. Each piece of kit had a name tag sewn on "Bartlett", my name. How the hell did they know and do that!

I went up to shower. I was off for the next three days. I decided on doing a little piece of investigatory work. I donned the new uniform, and headed down for a coffee and began re-studying the map. I walked over to the PC. I did a refresh on the Academy page. A new item appeared. "Induction of inmate 233". I clicked on the button, and a streaming video came up. It was instantly recognizable as Mike. He was strapped naked to a St Andrew's cross, but facing the cross. A capped marine was lashing his buttocks with a belt. I felt each stroke. I decided I would have to find the camp, for some crazy reason!</p><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /></body></html> ;