no good deed goes unpunished part 1

Author: catdude
Title: no good deed goes unpunished. part 1
Date: 13 February 2006

Hey guys, this piece isn’t as action packed as the rest of my stories usually are, but part two will be I promise. I had some fun with this one, see if you can spot references and quotes to another twisted piece of literature, here is a hint, ‘a=1’ with the combination. Feel free to post anything you spot, for those less able to spot them.

An alarm buzzed. I stirred slightly in my sleep I grumbled in general protest about the stupid beeping of it waking me up. I reached out with a hand and whacked around the area the noise was coming from till I made contact with the off button and rolled over and hugged my pillow trying to get back to sleep, it was about then that I remembered I didn’t have an alarm clock. Sitting up I looked around, I didn’t recognize the room I was in, I couldn’t even remember how I got here, which is a first for me. I don’t drink so I have never had the misfortune of waking up and finding myself laying next to the long lost ugly twin of quasi modo. The bed was large and comfy and the sheets very soft, I was definitely alone, and the room had a slight hotel look about it. Unless I had been left to cover the bill I couldn’t see any nasty surprises on the horizon. Something tight was around my groin area and I reached down in annoyance. I don’t wear undies or tight pants so I wasn’t sure why I would be feeling constricted in that area. It wasn’t until I touched cold metal that I suddenly had the same sensation in my stomach that I imagine a explorer in the amazon would get when he finds the local tribes word for stranger is the same as their word for lunch.

I threw the sheets off me and stared in horror at my crotch, I was locked in a chastity belt. I jumped up and ran over to a closet door which had a mirror on it. I turned and studied this new addition to my wardrobe with mounting panic. A heavy metal shield covered the front, with a bit of groping around I was able to find that my balls where exposed and my cock was in some sort of tube that ran back between my legs. There was a small plate over my ass area, I found a raised area and managed to flip the plate open with my fingernail, at least I wouldn’t explode from a massive build up of shit unable to escape. The whole thing was held in place by a steel belt that ran around my waist above my hips, just tight enough that I couldn’t slide it down. I examined the lock, it was a combination one, 5 tumblers in all. I quickly tried the usual ones, 11111, 00000, 12345. unfortunately whoever had set the combination had a IQ higher then 2. I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to piece together my oddly fractured memory of last night. I had finished work at the restaurant I worked at and then had started walking home, I had been walking behind this guy who had suddenly tripped on an uneven piece of pavement and gone down hard, I had stopped to help him up he had looked up and I had caught a glimpse of a cheeky grin, blue eyes and a handsome face, ‘thanx’ (sexy voice to) then suddenly he had pointed a spray bottle at my face and squirted something at me, I had gasped as something cold and wet hit me in the face, felt a slight burning sensation in my throat and nose and then the world had gone dark.
I ground my teeth together, what a jerk, that’s it, next time I see someone trip, even if it’s a little old nun. I am gonna kick them to make sure they don’t get up in a hurry and run. I stood back up and walked over to the closet and opened it, there where clothes inside, not my clothes, but they looked like the style of stuff I wear. I was a little creeped out by this, more then the belt really, it sorta suggested that this had all been planned specifically for me. I scolded myself for being paranoid, and pulled on the clothes and on the next shelf found a pair of shoes and socks, my size. This was not helping me to relax, I felt oddly violated knowing that someone knew my measurements without my consent, as weird as that sounds.

I laced up the shoes and walked over and opened the door to see what other surprises this day had in store for me.

I walked out of the room and into a bigger room, I was slightly relived to not find myself in a hotel foyer. Since I was sans wallet. There was two doors aside from the one I had come through, and write in the middle of the room was a small table with a note on it, I approached cautiously I had barely been awake for more then half a hour and had already had enough surprises to last me a lifetime. I picked up the note and read it.

Hello Alex, (so much for thinking I was paranoid)
Your probably a little worried at the moment, but I assure you that your in no danger. (well I felt better already) you have come to a crossroad, I would like to invite you on a little game. As you progress you will receive numbers that correspond to the combination of the lock on your belt. If you choose to not play please walk over to the blue door. The combnation to the lock will be mailed to you in three moths, (three fricken months locked in this?!? Wait, they know where I live?!?!?!?!?!?!) If you do choose to play I can assure you that by the end of the day however you will have the combination to the lock on your belt. The other door is the beginning of this choice.

I put the letter down, it seemed awfully rude of mysterious kidnappers not to sign letters. I glaced back and forth from both doors, I had a slight uneasy feeling in my stomach. I should just run out the blue door and find my way to the nearest lock smith. But then again this was a little more embarrassing then locking myself out of my car, and they knew where I lived so how did I know I wouldn’t just wake up again with another belt on. And if I played the game I could have it off, and if the game got too hinky for my liking then I could just stop and go to plan b. I stood drumming my fingers on the table top for a while. I finally sighed and walked over to the other door, it was black and had a picture of a small white rabbit on it. As reassuring as it is to walk through a door with the universal symbol of ‘prey’ on it I still felt like maybe I had made the wrong choice.

The next room contained another small table with a box on it and another note. I picked it up and read it with the same feeling in my gut as a man reading his execution warrant.

Well alex I am glad you decided to play. First off a few rules (oh yay) firstly, if you complete all challenges you will receive the combination to the lock. (I could live with that) the rest of the rules will be explained to you once you begin. Please use the items in the box. Please note the penalties for breaking the rules are rather harsh.

I put the letter down and opened the box, inside was a bottle of lube and a metal but plug. Also a phone and a set of car keys. There was a note stuck to the phone it read ‘this phone will only receive txts you can not call out or send txts yourself.’ I placed the phone down, there was also a set of car keys in the bottom of the box. I decided to take care of the first small matter of business. I lubed up the plug and pried the small cover over my ass open and applied more lube to my ass hole. I then slowly slid the plug up into my ass till I felt my sphincter clench shut around the thin base. I closed the cover and hgave a small yelp as I felt the plug move weirdly inside me like it had been tugged. I tried to pry open the cover again but it was stuck and wouldn’t move. I had almost broken my nail twice when the phone suddenly beeped I picked it up and read the first of many txts for the day.

‘the plug you just inserted is actually a battery for the belt. The ass cover is now magnetically sealed. You where cleaned out last night so will not need to shit’

How very thoughtful. I swore rather badly, and then wondered why a chastity belt would need a battery, I suddenly felt even less comfortable about this thing being on me. And tried to push a image of where the key would go if it was powered by clockwork out of my mind. I grabbed the car keys and phone and walked over to the door on the other side of the room and opened it and stepped out into daylight. I saw a jeep parked nearby, it was the only car around, in fact there was really nothing else around, I was in the industrial area, and it was a Saturday, silence echoed around. I looked at the building I had just stepped out of. It was just like all the other buildings around the area, a box with a door and a few windows. I sighed and walked over to the jeep and opened the door and hopped in. I could defiantly handle cruising around in this all day, the seats where covered in black leather and there was even a gps navigation system on the dashboard. I saw another note on the seat and read it.

‘rule one, once you start you may not back out. (so much for plan b) you will be sent gps co-ordinates and must follow the directions given by the system, the car has satellite tracking, if you deviate from the path set, the police will be called and the car reported stolen, they will then be able to track the car. If you do not leave within 10mins of getting in the car the police will be called and the car reported stolen, the first number to the combination lock is 1the first gps co-ordinates are’

I quickly started the car to power up the gps system, I must have been in the car for about 4 minutes now. The system was thankfully easy to use, it entered the digits and it gave me three lines of directions to follow, I put the car in gear and drove off.

It only took me about 15mins to reach the destination, it was in more industrial warehouse style area. I had only just pulled up when the phone suddenly beeped indicating I had a message

“go inside building 2 undress put on what you find in the black box and then enter the door on the other side of the room, if the door is not opened within 5 mins from now the police will be called.’

I quickly hopped out of the car and locked the door, they sure didn’t muck around with threats, I walked over to building 2 and opened the door and walked in. I was in another plain room with another table in the middle of it, on the table was a black box. I walked over and opened the box. There was a note and a large metal circle and two smaller ones, they had a break in them. I realized they where a metal collar and two metal bracelets I opened the note and read it.

‘strip off and put on the items in the box, go into the next room, touch nothing but what your supposed to, feel free to look around.’

I placed it down and started to strip of my clothes. I wondered how I was supposed to know what I was supposed to touch. I picked up the metal collar and looked at it. It was only about a inch and a half wide, but I could see no way of opening it once it was on, the same went for the bracelets, but they where thicker. I sighed and put them on, hearing a heart stopping click each time I closed them. It was not worth getting arrested for that’s for sure. I stepped through the door into the next room, and stopped in surprise. In the middle of the room where three fuckbenches, the sort where you kneel on one part while laying on another and your arms on rests at your side. With your arms and drists tied your ass is at the perfect height for fucking or spanking or whatever. On two of them where two other lads, the third was empty. It was now obvious what I wasn’t supposed to touch but I had been told I could look as I moved to look at one lad I noticed that the door had shut behind me and there was no handle on this side, well no doubt I would have to get on the bench and see what happened next. Neither of the two guys lifted their heads to look at me. They where naked except for the same metal collars and wrist bands as me. Their ankles where strapped in but that was it. Their hands where palm up and they where gripping handles that where on the sides of the armrests, I saw their cocks where strapped into tubes, but couldn’t see what they where for. Curiouser and curiouser. Both guys where rock hard, I squatted down in front of one and he looked at me with pleading eyes, he had a large butterfly gag in his mouth from the looks of his bulging cheeks and I could see the tube was connected to the fuck bench. They also both had buttplugs up their asses with wires running into the fuckbench. The word ‘battery’ kept trying to nudge its way to the front of my thoughts but I kept knocking it back. The guys could just get up but they where probably told if they moved they would be shocked in the butt I moved over to the last bench, they where positioned so we faced each other in a sort of circle. The sooner I was in place the sooner we could all get the fuck outa here. I knelt down on the pads for my legs and when I was kneeling bent at the waist so I was lieing on the top. I placed my arms with my palms facing up on the armrests and gripped the handles. I lay my head on the edge of the bench and bit down on the gag, no sooner had my neck made contact with the edge of the bench then I felt a tug on my collar and when I tried to move my head I found I couldn’t. I let go of my handles and trued to lift my arms up to my neck but found I couldn’t lift my wrists off the armrests, I realized the damn things must be magnetized to the damn bench, no wonder the other guys couldn’t move either, and with their gags in couldn’t warn me about it. No sooner had I worked this out then I felt the gag in my mouth inflate and fill my mouth. Suddenly a voice issued over the speakers, it was smooth and deep, and sounded oddly familiar.

Well now that we are all here the game can begin, for those of you who have come late, Alex, I will fill you in. These two lads have been here for the past few hours being fed Gatorade, they have managed to provide a lot of piss which is being stored below in a tank. This is a test of endurance, your armrests will soon be released and you will be able to bend your arms up at the elbow, the armrest will then gradually return to their original position, with more pressure, whoever manages to keep their armrests up the longest will not be force fed piss. Whoever goes down first will recieve a shock in the ass, as well as piss, this includes you Alex, your belt has some interesting surprises. This will continue till all the piss is drained, and then you will be released in the reverse order you arrived at 15 minute intervals.

The voice stopped and I felt my armrest suddenly move I curled my arms up and tensed my arms as tight as I could, I looked over, neither of the other two seemed overly muscled, but that didn’t mean they weren’t packing some muscle in their arms. I felt the handles being pulled down again and strained to keep my arms bent. I saw the other two doing the same. The handles where being slowly pulled back down I closed my eyes bit down hard on the gag and pulled with as much might as I could. The problem was that the bracelets where starting to bite into my arms as well. Soon my muscles where on fire and I had no choice but to let the armrests return to their position. Mine had bairly touched when I heard a muffled noise I opened my eyes, one dude was already bucking around in his restraints and trying to shake his head and squealing in his gag. Obviously some serious volts where being pumped into his butt suddenly my mouth was full of the taste of piss and I felt my cheeks swelling I had no choice but to swallow it down as fast as I could. The disgusting sour aftertaste made me wanna spit but I couldn’t; as suddenly as it had started it stopped and I felt my handles loosen again. I curled my arms up and tensed my arms and waited, I felt the handles begin to tug again and suddenly the strain plus me tensing, caused my arm to cramp, I tried to yelp in pain and automatically tried to straighten my arm, pretty much slamming the armrest back down. Instantly my mouth filled with sour piss again and I felt like someone had pinched my ass hard as my plug suddenly pumped some elector through me. With my ass spasming with the shocks and me trying not to choke on the foul liquid in my mouth I couldn’t see what the others where doing. This continued for what seemed like ages, 6 more times we where forced to hold onto the handles for as long as we could, I think one of the other dudes got a cramp like me at one time. I managed to get no piss once came second 4 times and last again cause my arm was still sore from the cramp. Finally I felt the gag in my mouth deflate and the door clicked open I found I could move my head and hastily lifted my head and spat out the foul gag and then spat a few times on the floor to clear the taste of piss out of my mouth. I quickly moved towards the door massaging my sore arms.

Back in the other room it seemed there had been a visitor, my old clothes where gone and now there was a pair of heavy looking boots a pair of leather jeans and a tight black t-shirt. I pulled the jeans on and noticed that there was a belt sewn onto the outside, the buckle of it was like a seatbelt but without the handle. Basically I would be able to do it up bit not undo it. It seemed like I was just getting deeper and deeper in trouble. I also had no way of taking off the damn collar around my neck or the bracelets on my arms. I clipped the belt shut with another feeling of impending doom and pulled on the T. I reached for the boots, they where large biker style boots, with buckles instead of laces, I pulled them on and as I was tightening the buckles noticed they had nails in the souls of them. I had a happy little thought of driving the damn things so far up the ass of whoever was playing with me like this, that they would be able to undo the buckles with their tongue. The phone beeped and I reached over and grabbed it and read the message. ‘the second combination is 12, the gps co-ordinates are on the seat of the car, if it is not moving in 5 mins the police would be called.’

I was of half a mind to call their bluff and let them rock up here and then get the other two to help me explain what was going on. But I decided against it and raced back out to my mobile prison.

As I drove to the next destination it dawned on me, I was really in a pickle now, I was locked in pants and collar with two metal bracelets on my wrists. I was in a car that could at any moment be reported as stolen if I didn’t do as I was told. I had no I.D or anything to prove who I was, I was locked in a chastity devise that could shock my ass and who the hell knows what else, my mouth tasted like sour piss and I was driving into even more trouble. If I tried to bail out the cops would be called and even if I managed to get outa that situation I would have to then figure out not only how the hell to get myself out of these damn pants, but also how to et the collar off from around my neck and the bracelets off my wrists. And THEN I woulda broken the rules, so who knows what these sick bastards behind all this would do. Tip the cops off to where I lived or worse, let the damn thing up my ass shock me till it went flat. I was thinking about all of this I nearly missed a turn, and with my heart thudding in my chest thinking how close I had just come to being in deep shit I concentrated on driving.

I again pulled up outside a reasonably plain looking building. If ever I was to learn not to judge a book by its cover it was now. I walked inside and there was the familiar note on the table,

‘this task is a little easier. You simply have to gather the four items in the next room. Mind your step’

I walked into the next room and looked around. There was four small tables round the room, two near the walls and the other two near the centre of the room. I remembered the end of the letter and looked down. A bout two steps in front of me was a line formed by red tiles, after that there was a sort of crazy raised pattern on the floor. Here and there where some smooth black tiles. I suppose I could trip on the raised area if I wasn’t careful, and maybe the black tiles where a little slippery, somehow I thought it may be a little more complicated then that. I walked forward and as soon as I stepped over the red tiles a TV that I hadn’t noticed on the far wall turned on and the words ‘be back across the line before the timer runs out’ appeared on it. Then it was replaced by a countdown from 4 mins, I very much doubted it would take me four mins to gather all the gear and be back across the line but I hurried forward none the less, I had just carefully stepped over a raised area on the floor when suddenly a jolt of pain ran through my nuts and I yelped and doubled over in pain, the pain continued and I clanched my legs together in desperation and it stopped. I looked up and the words ‘mind your step’ where on the tv, they were replaced soon by the countdown, I looked back down. The raised areas where not just a random pattern, they formed, a maze. I glanced up at the clock, I had about 3 minutes left, I looked for the nearest table and tried to figure out a way to it without stepping over a raised line, I shuffled carefully between the lines till I was able to reach the table, with a little experimentation I was able to find I could reach across the raised lines as long as no part of the belt went over it. I reached and grabbed the item on the table, it was a large gag, I looked up at the clock, I had a minute and thirty seconds left. I horridly strolled back to the red tiles and managed to get across them with 20seconds on the clock. The Tv turned off and I examined the gag, there was nothing unusual about it, I placed it on the floor careful not to let the bit touch the floor since I had a fiar idea as to who’s mouth it would be going in. I stood back up and tried to work out a way to the next table before I stepped across the red tiles. Once I had it in my mind I stepped over the tiles, this time the words ‘black will set you back, watch your step’ flashed up on the screen before the countdown began, this must mean if I stepped on a black tiled area I would get a shock as well, my route I had chosen didn’t require me to tho so I hurried forwards. I managed to get the second and third items, a leather jacket and a leather hood (this was looking bad) without any trouble. But when I stepped back across the red tiles a fifth time the words ‘penalty points’ appeared before the usual warning about black and watching my step and this time I only had three minutes. I had left the furthest table till last and was no wishing I had gone for it first. I moved as quickly as I could but each time only made it about ¾ of the way before I had to turn around and head back before I ran out of time. I didn’t loose any more time the sixth and seventh time I stepped across but I wasn’t getting any closer, there was a few black tiles in the road I decided I was going to have to tolerate a shock and get this over with. I made it to a black tile and stepped over it gritting my teeth bracing for the shock, which never came. I opened my eyes in surprise, apparently the black will set you back was a bunch of crap, this left a relatively clear path for me, so I strode forward towards the table and it wasn’t until I actually stood on a black tile that I found a problem, namely that my foot stuck there. I tried lifting it but it was stuck to the tile. Probably more magnets, I looked up the clock continued to count down and I still couldn’t move my foot, I had no choice but to wait for the clock to reach zero and suddenly felt both my balls and my ass tingle in a big way. My foot was released and I stumbled back towards the tiles, basically having to crawl over them because I was in so much pain. I lay on my back gasping for a little while and then stood up and tried again. I made it to the table and was careful to step over the black tiles and to stay within the raised area. I crossed the finish line with the last item, a pair of fist mits. I wearily bent over and gathered everything up as the door clicked open for me.

I was really feeling the plug in my butt now cause of all the moving around I had done in the room. I noticed a new note on the table and picked it up and read it.

‘place jacket on and get in passenger side of car and add rest. Next combination is 9.’

I placed the jacket on and zipped it up. The weather outside was sunny and warm so I was glad no one was around to see me make a fool of myself. I walked outside and felt the sun beating down on my now leather clad body. I bristled at the indignity of being forced to wear this crap in this weather. I unlocked the passenger side and threw the keys on the driver’s seat and buckled on the gag tight. I had no desire to get a shock to my ass or balls for not following orders. The inside of the car was already hotter then outside and I left the door open as I pulled the hood on. It had a zip at the back and laces, it had two small holes at the nose to breathe through but that was it. I managed to pull the mitts on my hands and laid them in my lap I had no way of doing them up. I was sitting there in darkness heating up real fast. I was just about to rip off the mitts and pull the damn hood off when a pair of hands grabbed me. I nearly jumped out of the seat in shock, then a strong hand pushed my head back and suddenly I felt my collar tug against my neck. I realized I couldn’t pull my head forward. This was getting annoying. I tired to raise my feet but found my feet wouldn’t leave the floor of the jeep. It was a damn bondage box on wheels!!! I felt the guy tighten the mitts and clip them together then I felt him pull something on the hood, I realized it must be a ball cap, to conceal the fact I was wearing a leather mask then there was a click and a faint hiss and I realized it was a tape recorder suddenly the same voice in the other room issued near my ear.

‘and so Alex we have come to the end of the part where you have to drive yourself around, your next destination will be revealed in good time, just sit back relax and enjoy the ride.’

I heard the player being clicked off and I heard my door slam and a few seconds later the drivers side open and suddenly we where off.

We didn’t have to drive for long before we came to a stop again; there was a steep decline before we stopped so I am guessing we where in a underground parking lot. I heard the driver’s side door open and close and heard my door open and felt hands loosen the straps on my fist mitts, I waited a while but nothing more happened, I suddenly could move my head again, I shook the mitts off my hands and managed to get the hood and gag off in short order. I looked around, we where indeed in a carpark, it was empty except for the jeep, there was no one else in the area either. There was a door on the far side of the parking area and I hoped out and headed for it. I didn’t have the phone anymore and the dude had taken the keys with him. As I approached I noticed there was a sign above the door it read,

‘club wonderland’ well that sounded chirpy.

I looked around, whoever had designed this place had done so with the intent of making the physical definition of the word, irony. The decorations of the empty club put the G in gothic, possibly the o, t, h, i and c as well. I tried not to make contact with any furniture as I walked along, mainly cause most of it was spiked. There was a familiar small table not far ahead, I wondered if it was all the same one. I picked up the note that was beside a small bottle.

‘well Alex the end is almost in site, in anticipation of your following the rules the next combination is 3’

I put down the note and picked up the bottle there was a small note attached to it, it said ‘drink me’ my first thought where ‘like hell’ however I didn’t seem to be in much of a position to argue, there was very little that could be locked onto me that hadn’t already been done. I turned the bottle over in the vague notion of checking for a skull and cross bone you know if you drink something labelled thusly it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later. When no such markings where obvious I sighed and pulled the cork out of the top, I was slightly realized that it didn’t hiss or bubble when I did so I tilted my head back and tipped the entire bottle down my throat. It tasted pleasantly of cherry-tart, I was surprised. I put the bottle down and waited, nothing happened. I relaxed, someone was obviously just messing with me, that’s when I felt like I was hit by a giant marshmallow hammer. As I fell towards the floor I noticed that even the carpet had a spiders web pattern on it.

I groaned as I opened my eyes, I felt cool air hit my body which meant I was naked, which was nice. I fully opened my eyes and realized the inability to move wasn’t due to the after effects of whatever I had drunk it was because I was held down with leather straps that where spaced about every 4 inches up the entire length of my body, and I was still in the chast belt, I could see all this cause I was looking up at a mirror of myself, I then noticed I was in a coffin, which caused me to make some very loud noises into my gag and struggle rather earnestly against my bonds till someone appeared overhead. ‘hello Alex.’

I looked up at him, he looked very familiar. He was smiling slightly, he was older then me, around late 30’s at a guess, he had a neat haircut and a trimmed goatee. A very neat suit and two very wicked blue eyes. He continued grinning as he spoke to me, ‘ you don’t remember me do you? Well let me help about two weeks ago you stopped a gentleman who had dropped his wallet and handed it back to him.’ My eyes widened, that’s where I had seen him before, I had been walking behind him and he had pulled a pocket watch out of his trouser pocket and glanced at it and at the same time his wallet had fallen out, I had grabbed it and stopped him and handed it back to him. He had been very grateful for ‘such a excellent display of honesty’ and had tried to give me a reward, I had been in a hurry and it was really no big deal so had thanked him but said no and hurried off. I realized he was speaking again and concentrated on what he was saying. ‘Well Alex you modestly refused a reward for returning my wallet, so I felt I would try and surprise you. I followed you home and then had a private detective tail you and dig up some information on you so I could put together a suitable reward, never let it be said Richard Carroll leaves a good deed un-rewarded. I was very pleasantly surprised to find out about your darker side because it seems we share a passion for similar things, tho I am personally a top. I am over here briefly from the states on business so thought I would ah, invite you, to come home and have a few play sessions with me. This I am afraid is the reason for the coffin. I will be flying back on my personal jet but didn’t have time to procure you a fake passport and documents. And human remains are never inspected by customs. So we will pass you off as a cadaver. I assure you however that I intend to keep you alive and very well. And now before we settle you down for your long flight, I am as ever a man of my word, the last combination for your lock is 5, as I promised you would have the combination to your lock by the end of the day and so you do.’ He then knelt down and picked up a small syringe that was on the floor, I watched wide eyed in terror as he pressed it against my arm I was straining to pull free. I felt a mild sting and then felt calming waves of darkness sweep over me.