Tim’s Nightmare

It’s been a few days and I haven’t heard anything from Mike, I’m sure to check every room now when I get home after work, no way am I going to be caught out again.  I’ve had a few messages from Enzo and caught up after work yesterday, he’s still not mentioned anything about the other night so I think I can put it behind me and not dwell on him calling it out. 

I’ve built up enough courage the last couple of days and have done some random drive-by of Mike’s garage but each time I go past it’s all locked up, I’ve even had a listen at the door and it’s been in total silence.

I finish my half day of over-time and drive home, I’m at my door and start to turn the key when I hear running behind me, I turn and Mike is coming at me at speed.  I initially freeze with panic from the shock but then turn to get inside but before I can turn the door knob I feel a sharp sting in my bicep as the door swings open.

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I open my eyes, blinking and squinting to focus, I’m in Mike’s workshop.  I look around and I can’t see him but the office upstairs is bright with lights and flickering of what might be a TV.  I see that his cabinet with all his ‘toys’ is open and I also notice the old Mercedes has now been repainted in a brilliant sapphire blue.  I’m laying on a metal work bench which I recall from previous visits was covered in tools and parts.  I go to move and I can’t, my elbows are tied with thick white rope to the workbench somehow, I look down my body which is naked and see my ankles are secured to each corner and I see a go-pro on a tripod at the end of the bench fixed on me.

“Welcome back Tim”

Mike’s s voice echos across the workshop from upstairs, I turn and see him walking down the stairs.

“You know I have been watching your movements and see you’ve driven past a few times.  Did you not think I would have been some kind of gps tracker on your phone, I thought you were smarter than that Timmy.”

Fuck, what’s wrong with me, of course he did!  

“So I was thinking being that it’s Saturday and you’re clearly keen to see me again that we could have a nice, long, slow session.”

“What the hell Mike, I’m only trying to find out who you are. What did you drug me with?  Just let me go, this can be the end of this game of yours and I won’t go to the police.”

Mike is now downstairs and is turning on a computer screen on a table near me, I watch him insert a memory stick into the USB of a laptop and the screen starts playing a clip of me from our first encounter being mechanically lowered onto a dildo.

“Well Tim, I don’t think I’m done with you just yet and you’re getting a bit lippy so I think someone else on your contacts needs to see what you’re into.”

He starts scrolling on his phone and in a few seconds shows me a picture of myself from last week when I had a hook in my arse, gagged, sporting an erection balancing on my toes under the car. 

“Now, who would like to see this...”

“No Mike, stop, don’t do this!”

“Who’s Liz... Julie... Phillip... Tony... James...”

I lay motionless as he reads names from my contacts that he uploaded from my phone.

“I’ll do whatever you want Mike, just don’t send that to anyone.”

Mike locks his phone but not before I hear a message being sent.

“You played with fire Tim, so it’s time to get burnt.”

I watch as Mike puts leather cuffs with long leather straps and buckles around my wrists and my phone announces multiple text and a phone call.

“Who did you send it to?”

“I don’t know, I can’t remember the names.”

“NAMES!”

Mike now pushes a spider gag into my mouth holding it open wide.  The workshop is filled with the sound of my groaning coming from the computer, Mike plonks a step ladder next to me and climbs a couple of rungs, from above me he snaps a couple of images, the flash blinding me each time.  He descends and reaches below the workbench, he has a bottle of lube which he puts a drop of on his finger tip.  His finger flicks the tip of my foreskin and slips in swirling over the tip of my cock under the skin, Mike knows this sends me hard in seconds and this time is no different. My dick pulses and swells and soon as my dick is fully erect, Mike pulls my foreskin all the way down completely exposing the head of my dick.  Once again he climbs the steps and snaps a couple of pics with my hard dick pointing to my navel. 

I hear the overhead hoist moving and the beam lowers just a meter above me, he now unties the rope from my elbows that have been holding me down on the table, as soon as both are free I sit up and take a swing at Mike but he steps back missing my swing and I get a jab in the ribs from him, he knocks the wind out of me and I fall back onto the workbench gasping while he has a laugh. 

“You’ve got some spirit today Tim, that’s what I like to see.”

Mike pulls me up to a sitting position with my right arm and wraps the leather straps around the beam a few times before buckling them together.  I’m starting to get my breath back and he makes quick work with the second arm.  My arms are now stretched out above me just a bit more than my shoulder width.  He starts removing the rope from my ankles and as soon as one is free I start kicking but whilst slowing him down a bit he manages to free both ankles and steps back to look at me breathing heavily and glaring at him.

With a click on the control he lifts the hoist and I raise up until I’m perpendicular to the table, my feet no longer able to reach it, my body stretched with all my weight pulling on the leather cuffs around my wrists.  Mike wheels the workbench over to his cabinet and I see him placing dildos of terrifying sizes, nipple clamps, a spreader bar, a whip, a ball stretcher, vibrator and a big pump bottle of lube onto it. He brings the table back over positioning it in front of me and reaches for the controller.  I’m lowered until my feet are on the floor, but only enough that the weight of my body is taken off my wrists, he crouches down and takes another photo of me hanging there with all his equipment in front of me.  

He takes my phone which has been busy with messages coming in, unlocks it and transfers the images he’s taken across to it.  I watch him while I squirm and test the leather straps as he types on my phone doing god knows what, I hear text messages coming in and grinder messages being received and sent. A good 20 minutes has past in which time I have seen Mike send and reply to multiple texts and Grindr messages, he jumps up, collects a leather blindfold from his cabinet and goes into his office upstairs.  He quickly returns with a syringe (without a needle) full of liquid, the blindfold is dropped on the workbench as he moves in front of me.  The liquid is squirted into the back of my mouth, my gag reflex making me swallow most of the liquid.

“Well well well Tim, who knew so many of your friends wanted to see you naked.  I’ve been watching your messages on Grindr and I noticed there was a guy you flat out declined before you even got to know him...”

He flips my phone around and shows me the profile, it was an older guy in his 60s that I told I wasn’t interested.

“...so I reached out to him on my profile and told him the predicament you’re in at the moment, turns out he likes a bit of light bondage so I gave him the address, he should be here soon.”

I try to talk the best I can with the gag.

“Uuck yoo iike, ot did yoo eirt in ey outh”

“Huh? Oh what did I squirt in your mouth, just a viagra I diluted in some water.”

I let out a heavy sigh which instantly gives Mike the giggles.  Mike picks up the spreader bar and clips it to my left ankle, he then kicks the inside of my left leg to spread my legs and fixes the bar to my right ankle spreading my legs a bit over shoulder width apart giving anyone clear access to my balls and arse.  As soon as he stands we hear a knock on the door, walking behind me I listen to the door open and Mike and the mystery man chatting when they agree on a 30 minute ‘window’ with me and Mike leaves closing the door with a loud bang.

I listen to the footsteps slowly walking toward me from behind, a hand cups an arse cheek and squeezes it.

“Leese alp ee, I don ont dis”

My arse is slapped and I grunt.

“Shut up Boi, I don’t want to hear from you.”

I close my eyes as I feel a finger run between my arse cheeks pushing against my hole, his hands run up my back and he leans against me as he wraps his arms around my body to feel my pecks and nipples, down my belly past my hips to my thighs.  He moves in front of me and I see a middle aged guy, thinning grey hair with a beard, dressed in loose casual clothes but I can see a slight belly.  Reaching forward with one hand he grabs my balls and tugs on them gently stretching them forward as he pinches a nipple making me moan, he lets my balls go and holds my flaccid penis pulling the foreskin back to expose my cock head.  He lets my nipple and cock go and turns to the workbench.  He attaches the clamps to my nipples, the pain races through my chest as he collects the whip and moves behind me, I hear the whip swoosh through the air followed by a snap as it hits the skin on my arse.  My chest and arse feel like they are on fire with the stinging pain, he strikes my arse with the whip for what feels like an eternity but was probably only 30 seconds, I’m relieved when I see him drop the whip back down.  

He sees the hoist controller and with a click I’m lifted off my feet, he stops when my waist is level with his head, standing in front of me he inhales my balls, first one and then the other.  He sucks my balls pulling them away from my body in his mouth to the point where I start to swing forward,  he lets them go from his mouth and I swing back. He now takes my cock into his mouth and starts sucking, sticking his tongue in under the skin and touching the tip of my head.  With a hand he pulls the skin back on my dick to expose my sensitive head in his mouth where he makes fast work with his tongue, swirling it around making my dick swell.  Within a minute my dick his rock hard, assisted by the viagra, he sucks my dick making me groan and when he sees my balls start to tighten he stops and runs his hands over my body, feeling my balls, grabbing my arse.  He starts sucking again bringing me to the brink of climax again and then stopping, this time he stops and stands back to take some photos of me stretched out before him, when he was finished he starts sucking again, he grabs my balls and pulls them down as he sucks, he has a mouth like a vacuum and I feel my cum building, I expect him to stop but he keeps going, my swollen cock head swells some more in his mouth and he quickly pulls off and lets my balls go and I erupt with 1, 2, 3 wads of cum which he catches in the palm of his hand.  At the exact same time he grabs the chain of the nipple clamps and yanks them off, the searing pain in my chest and the orgasm are mixed has I grunt and then yell. 

When my cock stops spurting cum he reaches up and swipes his palm against my lower lip, my cum collects on the tip of my tongue and lip.   I’m thinking he might be finished now as he runs his hands over my body again, my cock is throbbing with my heart beat, I watch him turn and pick up a rubber ball stretcher, he stretches the rubber and slips it over my testicles before letting it go to see my balls stretched down tight.  He starts stroking my still hard cock and I squirm in my suspended state to try and get away, he starts to laugh and lets me go disappearing behind me, his steps move away and the door opens and then closes.  I’m left still swinging in the air, my salty cum still on my tongue and dribbling off my lip down my chin and the door opens again, quick steps come to me and I watch Mike lower the hoist so that I can support my own weigot again.

“You’ve got quite the red arse Tim, and look at that rigid cock I think you really like this!”

I grunt an expletive at him as he opens a draw and pulls out a roll of paper towel and wipes my face and then cock with it.  Mike starts lowering the hoist again and the beam holding me up is sent all the way to the floor bending me over.  I watch Mike tie some thick rope from the spreader bar between my legs to the beam, I’m confused.  

“Sit down.”

I squat and then land on my arse as Mike starts lifting the hoist again, my arms and legs both start to raise and I’m now hanging with my arse on display and completely exposed at a perfect height for someone to fuck me.  Mike grabs my still hard cock and gives it a few pumps, the head turns a deep red and I can clearly see a the veins running along the shaft.  My eyes open wide as I watch him remove his shirt, he exposes a defined chest with a light covering of chest hair that runs down his body over his abs and under the waistband of his jeans.  He turns to the workbench and collects 2 dildos tossing them on my belly. A large amount of lube is squirted onto my arse and he runs it on and in my hole pushing a finger in to distribute the lube. He cleans his hand and picks a bullet vibrator off the bench placing it under the head of my cock and turns it on, the vibrations run down the length of dick making the head swell. He picks up a black dildo from my belly slapping my balls with it and starts pushing it against my hole, with a firm shove it pushes into me and I scream, groan and bellow. Bit by bit he pushes it in further until the whole thing is in, he pulls it out and repeats the action, the force of his pushing makes me swing on the hoist.

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25 minutes have past and Mike is onto the second dildo, as soon as the first was gliding in me easily he switched to a ticker and longer 9 inch one which after a lot of groaning by me is being pushed into me at pace and with force, he finally pulls it out and tosses it on the bench.  Mike roughly grabs my still hard dick and and jerks it fast and rough while pushing his middle finger into me probing for my prostate. I can feel when he finds it and instantly precum starts running out of my dick lubricating the head as he furiously jerks me, I watch him not breaking eye contact as he pushes into me massaging my prostate and wanking me when I feel the pressure building, his actions are unrelenting, my balls are bouncing at the end of the ball stretcher and I blow a load into the air and it lands on my chest.  But he doesn’t stop, he keeps jerking and pushing as I squirm, buck and writhe.  His wanking never ends and despite my ultra sensitive cock his prostate massage is building another orgasm.  My whole body is tense and I feel a painful release as my third and somewhat small load of cum is extracted from me. He lets my dick go and pulls his finger out as my tense body relaxes, I see him lowering his pants and immediately feel his hot dick pushing into me.  I can’t see beyond my own groin but I see the waist I imagined he had the first time I saw him, narrow and trim with the typical V running down to his groin from his hips.  I can see the top of his trimmed pubes before my body masks him.  I close my eyes and let my head hang back as he pushes his dick into me and starts pounding my arse, all I can hear in the workshop is the slapping sound as his hips smack against my backside and thighs and his moans.  His dick feels equal in size to the last dildo he used on me and he varies the length and force of the thrusts.

I’ve lost track of time, Mike has the stamina of an athlete but he finally pulls out.  I look up to see him walking by me and I’m right, his dick is a good 8 inches and thick, standing behind me now he pulls my head back and shoves his dick in my mouth through the ring of the gag.  He pushes in so deep I start to choke and gag, he moves back and plunges in again making me choke again. He pulls out and with a few strokes of his own cock cums on my cheek, chin and forehead.  With his pants around his knees he moves away and I feel him enter me again for another pounding.

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Mike has removed the bonds holding me to the hoist and has tied a rope harness around my chest and arms holding my hands behind me. He’s spent the afternoon alternating his time between fucking me, making me fuck myself on his dick as he sits back or polishing the car he’s been working on.  It’s been hours but he’s finally finished the detail on the car and I hope that this means my ordeal is over today.

“Get on your knees Tim.”

I’m well past arguing or giving abuse so compliantly kneel down as he stands in front of me lowering his pants again.

“Suck it Tim and make it good.”

I open my mouth and take his hardening cock in, it fills my mouth as it grows fast.  He grabs my head and forces me onto him, I panic as my nose is buried in his pubes and his dick pushes down my throat.  With short thrusts he skull fucks me but I can’t breathe.  I try to pull back but his strength is too much.  I need to take a breathe!

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I open my eyes and look around, the morning sun streaming through my front windows, I’m laying on my couch still naked with the oil and grease marks on my knees from the workshop floor.  My arse is aching from the pounding it had had and my cock is red and painful, around my wrist is some cotton cord and a key.  I take the key off and throw it on the coffee table and make my way to the bathroom to have a long shower, walking through the kitchen I see my phone and belongings on the table.  I clean myself up and pick up my phone which is off.  I turn it on and I’m presented with the startup screen for Apple, it’s been reset, I spend a few minutes to set it back up and log into my accounts.  All my messages are gone, all my emails deleted, any photos Mike took of me are gone, my Grindr profile deleted, all traces of Mike have been removed!  Am I free?

I need to buy groceries so dress and get ready to leave picking up my wallet and keys off the table, I open the front door and my car is blocked in.  I look at the key on the coffee table and back to the drive at a shiny sapphire blue Mercedes, I grab the key, lock the house and approach the car, the key slides in the lock and opens the door.

I take a seat and run my hands around the steering wheel. There’s a post-it note on the dash  ‘check the glovebox, enjoy, you earned it’. I open the glove compartment and pull out an envelope which has the registration papers and insurance documents all in my name, I’m cautious, is this one of Mike’s games?  I move the car and park it on the lawn and go about my day.   

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A week has gone by and I’ve heard nothing from Mike and I’m paranoid that there’s a catch with this car, I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s been listed as stolen!  I decide to drive over to Mike’s workshop, I have no idea what I’m going to do when I get there but nonetheless here I am, I turn the corner I see the door is open, my heart is pounding as I park the car and start to walk down the other side of the street.  I reach the open door and look in and I see another derelict car on the lift and some poor bastard standing in the workshop stripped naked and blindfolded facing the open door. Mike has clearly found another victim, turn on my heels and run back to my car jump in and lock the door as I start the engine and drive down the street, one last glance in the workshop and I see Mike closing the workshop door and I’m not ashamed to say I start to laugh and cry at the same time knowing that I’m free.