The Trap Part I

Author: joe42
Title: The Trap
Date: 06 January 2019

As arranged, he's expecting me at the station. He looks better than in the pictures of his profile, a handsome Ledermann at my age. To my insecure: "Hello Lord," he doesn't answer, just turns around without a word and goes off.
His car is standing in the back corner of the parking lot and it is already dark. He's here in a van, I can't see the company name. Wordlessly he opens the door to the hold, takes out a wide neck iron, puts it around me and screws it tight with an Allen key. Then he takes a chain which is anchored in the floor of the loading area and locks it to the neck iron. I'm still standing in front of the open wagon door when he orders me to undress.
He waits quietly until I stand completely naked in front of him, then he pulls my arms on my back and puts handcuffs on me. He is not interested in my short moan as he squeezes the handcuffs very tightly.
It's a completely crazy situation for me to be tied up in this public parking lot in peace and quiet and now watch stark naked as he packs up my clothes and throws them into a litter bin a few yards away.
"You don't need them anymore," he said dryly.
I feel queasy and try to protest. But I can't bring out more than "But..." when his hand is already clapping in my face. "Shut up, get in," he orders me coldly.
I try again, but before I bring out a sound, his fist lands in my stomach. Involuntarily I bend down under the unexpected blow and am simply pushed into the car...
The next second he presses a gag into my face and straps the leather belt around my skull. I see the pump ball in his hand and feel the gag expanding in my mouth.
"Your face is no longer there to talk! You should get that very quickly now! If you even try, you'll regret it, count on it" he said with ice-cold silence, pumping up the gag until I start choking, "Get used to it, pissface, this thing is one of your few clothes from now on".
Pure fear creeps up in me as he puts on a thick leather mask. He obviously has routine with something like that, is no problem for him to lead the breathing tube from my gag through the only opening of the mask and then tie it tightly to my skull.
I hear him close the door to the loading area and then get in the front. The engine is started and a long journey begins.
In the beginning the thoughts still rotate in my head. The Ledermann seems to be so completely different, as he had worked on me in the Chats of the last weeks. I apparently fell into a trap. But the steel cuffs, gag and mask make it superfluous to think big - I'm at his mercy and don't even have a clue where he's taking me now. Helplessly I roll back and forth on the loading area at every curve.
He seems to notice that at some point, the car stops, the door is opened. I try to straighten up, but immediately cash a hard ass kick and fall over. Then I am turned on my stomach, steel cuffs snap around my ankles, chains rattle like a pulley and my legs are pulled far apart and upwards at the same time. Something clicks on the handcuffs on my back, now also my arms are pulled up on chains. Only with my belly and chest I still lie on the floor of the car.
It all happens wordlessly and doesn't feel at all like getting to know each other and having fun for a weekend that we talked about in the chat and now I was practically just scared.
Even now the trip takes far too long for the address he gave us to be correct. For the thirty kilometres of which he had spoken, we are already far too long on the way. The steel cuffs cut themselves sharply into my joints and my back complains violently about the unusual posture. Even slaughter cattle wouldn't be transported the way I'm carting around here.
My sense of time is finally gone when the car stops at some point. The Ledermann is no longer alone when he opens the hold. I hear someone laughing and they talk in a language that I can't classify, but of which I don't understand a syllable either. While someone covers thick leather mittens and then loosens the chain from the car ceiling, someone is tampering with my tail at the same time. Now I feel even more like a cattle when a second hand is brutally pushed into my ass, but I can't do anything about it because my legs are still hanging on the chains.
Involuntarily I cramp my rosette and promptly get a hard blow to the eggs. Now my legs are loosened. They pull me out of the car: "On all fours," the master orders and a chain clicks into the neck iron.
"By foot! A hard jerk on the chain accompanies the order. Of course I follow, what remains with other. He pulls the chain while the other one drives me with hard boots.
Still blind through the mask, I bump into some corners or walls, which only makes the leather master pull the chain even harder.