Mistaken Identity Abduction Part 4

Author: alanlth
Title: Mistaken Identity Abduction Conclusion
Date: 26 December 2004

After finishing my coffee, and headed upstairs. I didn't know what was possessing me. I picked up Mike's rucksack, and started filling it with various items from the drawer. A towel, the camo cream, a torch. I donned the M65 jacket and cap, and headed downstairs. I made a thermos of coffee and a sandwich, then quickly folded the map, stowing everything into the backpack. I paused for a minute to think of anything else I might need. A pair of binoculars might not come amiss. I searched through the cupboard by the television and found and old pair. I then headed to the car. I was driving south west, and I knew the general area I should be looking at. More or less a ten mile radius of Swineshead. The area was full of narrow lanes, and small villages. On route I passed numerous signposts to different army and RAF bases. At one stage I passed a tank parked on the roadside hung with an advertisement for paintball. The area had been strategic during the second world war and post war, but now the forces were consolidating and not all bases were needed. I was feeling less conspicuous in my US army uniform. The area was full of military, and even some farmers wore surplus gear. I headed down the B1176.

I drove around the area for an hour, not sure what I was looking for. More to the point, WHY I was looking. Why should I be so concerned for somebody who had already gotten me into a shit load of trouble. I pulled into a lay-by shielded from the road by a grassy bank and trees. It was deserted. I opened the thermos, drank some coffee from the screw top lid, and ate the much needed bacon sandwich. As I finished my snack, I heard a rumbling behind me. I looked in my mirror and caught the flash of headlamp, as motorcycle came behind me, then slowly passed me, parking some thirty feet in front of me. The biker was head to toe in black leathers, almost sprayed on, with a black helmet and tinted black visor. He put the stand down on his GSXR750, and eased his leg over the saddle. The biker took off his silver knuckle studded gloves, followed by his helmet. He had a number one crop. He turned to look at me, and I flushed in embarrassment. He had lovely blue eyes. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a packet of cigarettes and lit up. I decided that it was better to be upfront, so I got out of the car and closing the door behind me. I strode over to him. "lovely day isn't", I tried to start up a conversation. "Yep. You from one of the bases round here" he asked. "No sorry dude", I was trying to put on a rather pathetic American accent. "I've been visiting mates for the weekend. You from round here then?". There was pause. "I used to be up until 12 months ago, then moved to Nottingham". We carried on idle conversation. It was hard to take my eyes of the leather clad biker. I steered the conversation around to the number of army bases, slipping in a remark about the number of disused ones. "Yeah, too true mate. Lot of folk used to earn a good living round here, till lots of them closed". I probed further. "Any nearby?" He paused for a minute and thought. "Come to think of it, there was one that shut two years ago. Not a large camp, mind you. On the road toward Witham. Set back of the road, and surrounded by woods. Not sure whether it is used or not these days." With that he stubbed the cigarette but into the gravel with his heavy bike boot. "Well, must be off now. Have a nice day". With that he kitted up, roared the bike into life, and headed off with a squeal of rubber on gravel.

I strolled back to the car. After another slurp of coffee, I stared at the map, and decided I needed to turn around and head two miles back up the road. I started the car and carefully eased out of the lay-by. After two miles I turned left onto the Witham road. Then a further three miles. I was scanning sideroads intently on both sides. Coming to a wooded area on my right, I saw an entrance with wooden fencing on either side, and what looked the remains of an old barrier. There was a large sign at the entrance "Private Property. Trespassers will be dealt with by all legal means". I decided it was a bit obvious to just drive in. I drove a further two hundred yards and saw an old lay-by on the right hand side. I pulled over and got out of the car. I looked back at the wood. It was fenced off with barbed wire. But running alongside was footpath, clearly marked for ramblers. I reached into the car for the bag, and locking the car, headed down the path. The footpath ran alongside the barbed wire, and eventually curved to the right. I was now well away from the road. The trees were beginning to thin, and I strained to see through them.

I sat down and pulled out the binoculars. Through the trees I could just make out an inner fenced off section, with several buildings, one of which looked like an old hanger. Parked in front was the familiar green panel van. Then I heard voices in the distance. I saw movement. I saw five marines running, with one in the middle. It was Mike. "Pick it up Boi" I heard one of the others scream at Mike. I sat and thought for a while. What the hell was I doing. I must be going mad. It was now almost three days since our first encounter. Now here I was chasing after somebody I hardly knew, a transformed appearance with my head shaved, and dressed in full army kit. I looked around. It was only 2.30 in the afternoon, but it was coming upto the shortest day in a few weeks, and it was starting to get darker. Curiosity got the better of me. I reached into the bag and pulled the camo cream stick out, and started painting my face. I put everything back in the bag, and fastened the buckle straps closed. I slung the bag over my shoulders, and looked for somewhere to get over the barbed wire fence.

After some fifty yards, I found a fallen branch off a tree. It was not completely severed from the trunk, but nicely hung over the fence like a ramp. I clambered up the thick branch, careful not to slip, and leaped down into the leaves. My heart was now racing. I took some deep breaths. I started moving forward, keeping low. The sound of the voices had now gone. I edged toward the where I thought the main buildings were, conscious of the sound of my boots dragging in the leaves. After some fifty yards, I stumbled having caught my foot on something. I fell forward. Instead of crashing to the ground, I suddenly found myself being lifted up, the world closing in around me. The I was swinging, ropes tight against my face and body. "Shit" I screamed to myself. I had been caught in some booby trap. The more I squirmed in the rope netting suspended from two tree, the more imprisoned I became. I lay there swinging in the trees.

The sky was getting darker. Then I heard footsteps through the woods. Or should I say bootsteps. The two familiar MP's were walking toward me with a large grin on their faces. "Now who would we have here then". One of them released the main cable, and I landed on the ground with a thump, entwined in the netting. The other one started to disentangle me. He kept smiling at me. "Well hello Guy. Couldn't keep away could we?" Before I could respond the other one had grabbed my legs and was rapping rope around my ankles. He then hogtied my arms to the ankle behind my back. I was about to respond with something, then a cloth gag was shoved into my mouth and tied behind my back. I heard the sound of a small engine. I pair of headlamps appeared. It was some form of quad bike. I was unceremoniously bundled onto a rack on the back of the quad and roped down to it. We bumped our way through the woods. Occasionally, one of the marines would look over his shoulder to check I was still there and grin. We arrived at the complex and the quad drove straight into the hanger, and the doors closed behind us. The ropes were unhitched, and I was manhandled by the two marines through a corridor into the cellblock. I was tossed onto the mattress of the familiar cell. "Here is some company for you" one of them said, slamming the door shut. I tried to focus my eyes.

Standing above me was Mike, dressed in combats. He looked down at me. I must have looked a state. "Now what have you got your self into?" he smiled at me. He bent down, and started untying the ropes. He undid the gag around my mouth, and used it to wipe the camo cream off my face. I stood up and he brushed the remaining leaves of me, helping me out of the M65 jacket. "Do you know" I responded, "I have no idea. I just had this impulse to come back". "Well it's good to have you back", and he threw his arms around me, and gave me a big hug. He reached down and picked up the water bowl off the floor. "Here, have a drink". I took the bowl and drank. We sat down on the mattress. "You know I just don't get it. My mind is so confused.". Mike thought for a while. "Guy, people have lots of kinks. Just think of this as one of them. It's all a game, and the thrill of not knowing what's round the next corner is all part of it. It is about losing control, and taking control. Losing oneself, and becoming somebody else. Sometimes, others get drawn into the game, either by accident or design." I was puzzled by the last remark. "I still don't get it". Mike put his arm around me. "You will", and gave me a kiss.

We began to hug each other, then rolled onto the mattress. My hand came down to his leg, and began stroking his thighs. Moving up, I encountered something hard. Damm, I thought to myself. It was not his beautiful cock, but a steel pod around it. He flashed a grin, "Maybe another time, another place" he said softly. With that, he reciprocated with his hand, find my stiff cock inside me bdu's. He opened the fly and fondled my cock through my olive green pants. There was precum wetting an inch circle on the front. He pushed them down and retrieved my cock. Pushing is tongue down my throat, he began beating my cock, squeezing my leg between is thighs. "Oh Shit". I came. Semen splashed everywhere. With a twang, he pulled the front of my pans back over my cock and let the elastic go. I tidied myself up. The outer door opened, and a marine came toward the cell door carrying a tray. It was not one of the normal guards, but his outline seemed somewhat familiar. He came closer, then in the semi dark, a voice said "So you found it okay then Guy?". I looked over. It was the leather biker. He shoved two metal plates under the door. Both contained a small portion of stew, with a plastic fork and spoon. He then shoved two tetrapaks of juice under the grill. We sat on the edge of the mattress eating supper. I pulled the straw off the tetrapak and inserted it into the hole. I must have drunk all of it in one go. The warm food filled my stomach. I started to feel drowsy. I started to sway, and Mike caught me and carefully laid me down on the mattress.

I started to come to. I was cold, and I could smell fresh air. I had difficulty breathing. I tried moving my arms. Nothing. Then my legs, nothing. I opened my eyes, but could see nothing. A cloth bag was over my head. I moved my head. At least something moved. I heard footsteps. Then a rush of fresh air and light. I was staring at a pair of boots. My eyes were at ground level. I was buried upto my neck in the ground. I looked up. I could see five people looking down on me all dressed in combats, boots and caps. The two MP's, the buzztopped marine, Mike and the leather biker boi. The senior marine spoke. "Guy, you have done well. Not many people make it this far. We 'd like to therefore make you a proposition. We would like you to join our little band of brothers. We meet at least monthly, if not more often. While we do have some paying guests, we do it more for our own satisfaction". I could do nothing but listen given my predicament. "And what if I declined your offer?". They all smiled. "Well, you can, but we don't think you will. Besides, it will be interesting to see you get yourself out of this hole". I thought for a while. "To be honest, this has been about the most exciting weekend I have ever had. Yes I would love to join". They began digging the earth away. As they did so the ropes tying my hands and legs were revealed. They hauled me out of the hole. "Guy, one last thing, we need to finish your initiation.". With that the five soldiers pulled out there cocks, and began pissing all over me. I bathed in every drop.

They untied me, and helped me up, each giving me a hug. We walked to the main complex. "Here, take a shower". I revelled in the hot steamy water, and towelled off with the familiar olive green towel. There was a neatly pressed uniform waiting for me, my name on the tags, and a newly sewn on set of sergeants stripes. I dressed, and headed to the main block. My (mike's) backpack was ready and waiting. The rest were lounging round drinking coffee. Mine was waiting on the table. "So three weeks from now is our next intake Guy. See you 6.00pm sharp on the Friday night.". Just then Mike looked at me. "Any chance of a lift mate?" Sure, where you headed?". There was a pause. "Your place I guess". We all grinned. POSTSCRIPT For those of you who have been trying to track the various locations on a map, and are familiar with the area, let me know if you ever find a disused army base for rent or for sale in the area. </body></html> ;