My New Life - Part 1

Author: BndMaster13
Title: "My New Life" - Part 1
Date: 14 September 2006

“My New Life”
By - BNDMaster13@yahoo.com

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For me the day my new life began normally enough, it certainly didn’t end that way however. It was a morning like any other since I had moved to Houston, Texas about 1 month before. I still, really didn’t know anyone, and the job that I was supposed to have started, ended before it even began. I was fresh out of college and had been recruited for a design job. As I really didn’t have any family to speak of, I had no trouble deciding to move the almost 2000 miles to take what would have been an awesome job. My parents had died while I was in college and all the family I had anymore was and old aunt that I really didn’t even know. I rented a small furnished studio apartment as I had almost no furniture. It was perfect for me as it was right on a bus line and my old car would never have gotten me back and forth to work. All seemed to be going great until the day before I was due to report to my new job. I got a phone call telling me that the position had been eliminated so I no longer had a job. They were very sorry and at least had the courtesy to give me 3 months severance pay as well as reimburse my moving expenses. Great here I was in a new city where I didn’t know anyone and now had no job. I thought about moving back home. But home held nothing. Thankfully though I almost immediately found an ad for another firm, and they had gladly arranged for me to interview with them.

As I looked at myself that morning in the mirror I felt confident that I could impress them enough to get the job. I knew my looks would help. The person I was seeing was a woman, and women tended to find me attractive. I looked like a young, energetic college boy ready to make his mark on the world. My short blond hair was styled just perfect. My blue eyes sparkled with youthful confidence. My smile was dazzling and I had chosen a shirt and suit that was tailored to show off my trim, hard body. As I stood there looking at my reflection, I remember actually thinking, that if I didn’t get this job perhaps I should think about becoming a male model. Of course that was simply me trying to bolster my confidence for the interview that lay ahead. In reality I had never quite seen what others saw. In my eyes I was just a normal 23 year old guy. But I knew others found me attractive and I would gladly play on it to help me get this job.

I had checked the address on a street map the day before. The firm was in a converted, older home on Harrison Street. At least I was pretty sure it was Harrison Street. The problem was when I had written down Harrison I failed to indicate if it was street or avenue. There was one of each on the map of course. I was almost positive it had been street and I was not about to call them again and look like an idiot. But just to make sure, I had decided to leave early so if the first place was wrong I still had plenty of time to get to the other. If the first place was the right one then I would simply get some lunch and then go to my interview. I grabbed my brief case and set off never realizing that a new life was awaiting me.

The bus dropped me off about 4 blocks from the address I wanted on Harrison Street. The area was full of older homes. A few were had even been turned into businesses so I was pretty sure I must be in the right place. However, as I neared the address I was looking for the area became just a little more run down. I was surprised that the firm I was looking for would be located here. But as I knew little of Houston, perhaps this was soon to be the up and coming neighborhood. I found my address. It was a large older home that sat back from the side walk with a small lawn in front. The flower beds had been recently worked in and it had the overall look that it was cared for. However, there was no sign out front indicating it was the graphic design firm I was looking. I decided to go up and make sure then go find a place to wait until it was time for my appointment. As I approached I could see in as the front blinds were drawn. I stood on the porch for a minute deciding what to do. Should I knock or just open the door? Or again perhaps I should actually call them again and make sure I was in the right place. I finally decided to knock on the door and see what happened. I grasped the knocker, that was centered on the door, in my hand. I had no more than let it fall than the door was opening and I was being grabbed from inside. I was roughly yanked through the door and thrown to the floor. As hands held me pinned down, I heard the sound of the door being slammed shut behind me. As my arms were wrenched behind me all that I could think of was, Oh my God, what the hell was happening? What had I gotten myself into?

I tried to struggle and tried to yell at my assailants. But the minute I opened my mouth to scream a gag was shoved into it. As I bit down on it, I realized it was leather and that it completely filled my mouth. I quickly tried to push the gag back out, but by that time I felt a buckle being drawn tight behind my head, firmly lodging the gag in place, and making it impossible for me to get it out. I tried to yank my arms free but it was also already to late. What felt like leather cuffs were already being buckled on to my wrists. Once finished I felt them being hooked together locking my arms firmly behind my back. As I lay there I felt the full weight of a person come down on my back, knocking the breath out of me. I realized that he was actually sitting on my back holding me down to the floor. Now I felt hands at my feet. I tried to kick out but realized that at least several people where holding my legs. Hands began removing my shoes and I heard at least 4 voices discussing that I was a little over dressed from what they were expecting. But the voices said they would soon fix that. What did they mean, from what they were expecting? My mind reeled full of questions. However, I had little time to think about it as hands began to remove my shoes and socks. I then felt cuffs being applied to my ankles. Shortly my feet were tightly hooked together just as firmly as my wrists. At this point the man sitting on my back got off and I was rolled onto my side. I finally got a chance to get a look at my captors. Standing over me were four men. All looking to be between about 21 and 23 years old. From there size and bulk, if I had seen them at my college, I would have taken them to be football players. Which I found out latter they were. The four of them leered down at me and one was actually groping his crotch, while he looked at me like I was a piece of meat. I wanted to scream, I wanted to fight, but tied up and gagged that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. All I could do was simply lay there trying to catch my breath, wondering what the hell was going on and what the hell was going to happen next.

“Let’s get him in the living room and take a look at what he’s hiding under that fancy suit,” the one I learned latter was Duke said. As hands lifted me up and carried me into the main living area of the house I started to twist and squirm once again trying desperately to get loose. They dumped me, unceremoniously, in the middle of the room. As they did another guy spoke, his name I found out was Eric.

Gesturing at me he said, “I though Pete told you he liked this kind of thing? Pete said he actually begged to get to do this. If he did then why does he keep fighting us so bad?”

“I don’t know,” Duke answered, “Maybe he is just really into this whole kidnaping scene. He must like to make it as realistic as possible. If that’s what he wants let’s give it to him.” I heard him leave the room and I laid there wondering what they were talking about. Who was Pete? What kidnaping scene was I supposed to be into? Before I could collect my thoughts Duke reappeared and squatted down next to me. He held a black object up in front of my face and said, “Boy this is a tazzer. I can set it to give you any amount of jolt I want. If you don’t cooperate and quite fighting us I am going to use it on you. You volunteered for this and I don’t want to spend all my time fighting with you.” I tried to yell that I had no idea what he was talking about but all that came out was a muffled noise. “You just aren’t getting the idea are you? I want you to settle down now!” With that Duke applied the tazzer to my right leg. Pain instantly lanced up my leg and exploded into my brain. God it hurt so bad I wanted to die. As the pain ebbed Duke grabbed me by the hair and looked directly into my eyes. “If you don’t cooperate and stop fighting I am going to keep doing that. Do you understand?” he told me. I quickly nodded my head that I did. I would play along with them for awhile. I really had no choice. I sure didn’t want him using that thing on me again. Eventually they would take out the gag and I would be able to explain that I had no idea who Pete was or what they were talking about.

Duke held the tazzer menacingly in his hand as two of them started cutting up my pant legs with scissors. This had been my best suit and they were totally destroying it. They completely cut up the side and then pulled the ruined pants off my body. Next they turned their attention to my coat and shirt treating them exactly the same. Soon I was left only with my white briefs between them and my naked body. Duke handed the tazzer to Eric and took a pair of scissors in his hand. “My turn now. I get to find out what he has hiding under those briefs” he said with a wicked tone to his voice. As he reached for the waist band I couldn’t help but try and flinch away. I did not want to be naked in front of these guys! Just the thought of being bound helplessly and then being naked scared me half to death. What exactly did they have planned?

“Boy, move again, even one little inch and you will get zapped again,” Duke warned as he slid the scissors under the waist band of my briefs. I held still despite my terror. I did not want to be zapped again. I also didn’t want him to accidently cut me as he sliced through the thin material. I felt the scissors trace a line down each side of my hips, severing my briefs in half. When he was finished he yanked them away in a flourish, exposing my now naked cock and balls.

“Not bad,” Duke commented as he grabbed my balls firmly in one hand, giving them a hard twist and a squeeze. I groaned into my gag from the pain of the rough treatment he was inflicting on my balls. “Come on, you know you like it,” Duke said as he continued to yank and twist them. I didn’t know which hurt worse, his torturing my balls or his zapping me.

He finally released my balls. His hand moved to my dick. “I would have thought a boy like you would be hard as a rock,” Duke said as he rolled my flaccid penis in his hand. Hard, how the hell could I be hard? I was laying bound naked on the floor with four guys towering over me, one playing with my dick, scared to death. “Oh well,” Duke added, “We really don’t care about your cock tonight, only your mouth and ass.” He rolled me slightly onto my stomach and slide one hand into the cleft of my ass. He found my ass hole with one finger and slid it inside, making me jump in pain. “My God, this boy feels nice and tight. We are going to have fun.” As Duke said this he swatted my ass check hard with his open palm. “Let’s save that sweet cherry ass for latter, but I really think we should try out his mouth and see if he really is as good as Pete said he was at sucking cock.” I watched in disbelief as Duke removed his pants exposing his own erect cock to me.

With that view burning into my mind thought of the tazzer left it. These guys were going to make me suck their cocks. No way! Yes I was gay, but this was nothing short of rape. These guys were going to rape me. No way was I going to let any of these guys put his cock in my mouth. I started struggling and yelling into my gag for all I was worth. I had to get loose, I had to make them realize that I was not who they thought I was. As I struggled I didn’t even see the tazzer approach my leg until I felt the pain of it sear through me. “Calm down, you are only making this harder on yourself,” I heard Duke say as the pain slowly ebbed away. “I am going to remove your gag now. I don’t want to hear even one little noise out of you or I will zap you again,” he added. He removed the gag and finally my mouth was empty I could finally tell them they must have the wrong person. I could beg them to let me go. As soon as the gag was out I started speaking, trying to talk to them. Before I could get more than two words out the tazzer was once again applied to my body. “I told you not to talk,” was all Duke said in an angry voice. His hard cock touched my lips and he started to pull my head down onto it. “Open up or I’ll zap you again,” he ordered. What choice did I have? I opened my mouth and allowed him to ram his cock into it. “If I feel even a little bit of teeth you will pay for it,” he said as he started pumping in and out of my mouth.

I don’t really know exactly how long the four of them fucked my mouth. I do know I sucked all four of them off at least once if not more. I also know that they zapped me at least twice more when I tried to put up a fight. At some point I finally just gave in and did what they wanted. I think I even began to enjoy it. I know my cock started getting hard. When they eventually finished with me I was once again gaged. I was still bound hand and foot and all my mind could think about was what was going to happen next. My emotions were warring with me in that some part of me was actually excited to see what was going to happen, while the rest was still scared shitless.

They left me laying in the middle of the room for a little while. Eventually, two of them, I now knew them to be John and Sam, came to get me. They half carried, half dragged me into the back kitchen area of the house. Duke and Eric were waiting for us next to what looked like a small square butcher block table. It was on wheels and stood about three feet off the ground. In addition it had hooks embedded in it’s surface at various points. I would soon learn what the hooks were for. They released my ankles and ordered me to get up on the table. As always Duke held the tazzer in his hand to make sure I readily cooperated as hands helped me climb up onto it. I was made to kneel and as I did they pulled my knees apart. Sam produced a ball stretcher which he applied to my balls. It pulled them down in their sack a good three inches. I felt him affixing something to the harness. Once he had finished they helped me bend forward. They positioned me on the table so my ass was just at one side and my head was just at the other. I felt my ball harness being attached to the table, I assumed to one of the hooks. I attempted to adjust my position and realized I couldn’t. My balls held me firmly attached to the table. A collar was fitted around my neck and then they pulled the cuffs confining my hands up toward the collar, tying them securely in place. This held them just above the small of my back and well away from my ass. Next they passed straps over my bound body. These were tied off to the straps and then snugged tight, holding me firmly in a kneeling position on top of the table. Next they removed my gag, after Duke warned me not to make a sound. He held his trusty little toy in front of my face as he gave me the warning. The gag was replaced with a ring gag and head harness. The ring gag fit firmly into my mouth, ensuring I couldn’t close it. I realized that in addition to not being able to close my mouth, I also couldn’t prevent anything from entering my mouth. That gave me a pretty good idea of what they had planned for me. The harness itself fit around my head to hold the ring gag in place. I realized the harness must have a ring at the top when I felt something being feed through it. Then they were pulling the top of my head back toward my hands via the ring. This forced my head, up and brought my mouth to the perfect level for what I now assumed was cock sucking. When they had finished with this I felt lube being applied to my asshole then something hard pressing against it. As it was forcibly pushed into my ass I realized it must be a butt plug. Duke patted my ass as the plug seated itself deep inside me and said, “This is just to get you ready for latter. As you already know we are having a party tonight and you are going to be part of the entertainment. Pete said this was your thing, it’s why he got you to volunteer.” God, there was that name again. Who was Pete and how did he manage to get me into this position?

Just then I heard what sounded like the doorbell ring. I heard one of them leaving and then shortly thereafter I heard what sounded like two people coming back. I heard Duke’s voice behind me say, “Hi Pete. This guy is great. You couldn’t have done better.” My ears perked up and my heart jumped, Pete, maybe now this mess could get cleared up and they would let me go.

A voice new to me answered, “Duke, my guy just called me. He couldn’t make it. That’s why I am here early, I wanted to let you know.”

Duke’s startled voice responded, “If this isn’t your guy then who the hell is he?” Duke walked in front of me and added, “One of you guys go see if he has a wallet in the clothes we cut off of him.” A few minutes latter someone handed Duke my wallet and he pulled my driver’s licence out. “This says his name is Derrick Wheatley. It also says he is from Ohio. What is he doing here? And what the hell is he doing at our front door? I guess we had better ask Derrick here.”


He released the head harness and removed the ring gag from my mouth. Finally I was going to get to talk and explain to them that they had the wrong person. As I started talking I was almost babbling, “I am in the wrong place. I was supposed to be on a job interview. Please let me go. I won’t tell anybody if you just let me go, please.”

Duke put his hand over my mouth saying, “Slow down, slow down. I think we need to talk about this.” Unbeknownst to me he had the leather gag in his hand. As I kept trying to babble on he slipped it into my mouth and quickly buckled it closed. I screamed into it, now that they knew that I wasn’t who they thought I was they should be letting me go, not putting a gag back in my mouth. As I laid there listening to them I really began to panic.

“Guys, what are we going to do with him?” I heard Eric asking, “We can’t keep him tied up we need to let him go.”

“No way,” Duke replied, “Man we raped this guy. We kidnaped this guy. All he has to do is tell someone and we are fucked.”

“We can’t just kill him.” I heard Sam frightened voice say. Oh my god it had not really dawned on me until that minute, they were right. I knew that if they would just let me go I would never tell anyone but they didn’t know that. If anyone found out they really would be screwed. That was the first time I realized that I might never get out of this. What were they going to do with me?

Duke’s voice interrupted my thoughts, “Guys, he is from Ohio. His wallet doesn’t have any pictures, we don’t even know if he knows anybody in town. Let me think about what we should do with him. However, right now we have a party to get ready for and I for one am not going to let little Derrick here ruin it. In fact let’s go ahead and invite him. We still need entertainment and I don’t really think he is in any position to refuse. Are you Derrick?” Duke looked me in the eyes and my blood ran cold. He was serious and I realized there wasn’t a thing I could do about it. They walked out of the room talking together while I was forced to lay there, bound into a tight ball waiting for my fate. Somehow what started out as a good day, had turned into a journey into hell. All I could think to do was pray that they would change their minds and let me go.

Eventually Duke returned and replaced the ring gag and head harness. I tried vainly to talk to him but a quick zap on his part shut me up. He then added a blindfold, plunging me into darkness. When he was finished he wheeled me on the table out into the main area of the house. By this time, from the noise, I knew it was filled with guys. Duke slapped my ass and announced to the crowd, “This is our slave boy for the evening. Use him all you want. Believe me he loves it.” Once said he jerked the butt plug out of my ass and gave the table a shove. I must have rolled right into the crowd as I quickly had hands all over me feeling every available inch of my body. This was replaced almost immediately by a cock in my mouth and another in my ass. How many times I was fucked that night, I have no idea. It just became a haze as one cock was replaced by another. As before my panic was eventually replaced with desire and I felt my cock hardening under me. The more I was used the harder I became. This was crazy I had been kidnaped and now I was getting turned on by being tied up and used by these guys as their sex toy. I found myself wanting so badly to get off and yet I couldn’t do anything about it. I would make them cum but no one cared about me. When the party had finally wound down or perhaps someone just took pity on me I was released from my kneeling position on the table. They helped me off and had to hold me up, as my legs wanted to collapse under me from being confined for so long. Whoever it was helped me to a what felt like a blanket somewhere on the floor. He released my head from the harness and my hands from the collar. He left them cuffed behind me but at least they were no longer pulled up behind me. I felt him relock my ankle cuffs together. Before I fell asleep totally exhausted I couldn’t help but wonder how could this have happened. Here I was bound on the floor, cum dripping out of my ass, and yet my cock was hard. This was crazy. Maybe I would wake up tomorrow and find out it was all a dream.

If this story line intrigues you I have every intention of adding one more part. Watch for part 2 of Derrick’s new life. Any comments e-mail me BNDMaster13@yahoo.com.