Kidnapped- College Antics

Postby Jay Feely » Wed Oct 29, 2014 6:10 am

My name is David. I'm 19 years old and is about to enter college for the 1st time. I'm gay, and my parents, relatives, siblings, and friends know that about me. When I was 18, I entered a gay club for the 1st time and started to flirt with other guys in order to enter into a relationship with them. However, most of them would reject me saying I was not their type which brought my hopes down. Today, it was a beautiful day. My parents had dropped me off and has already helped me load my things into my room. I live alone for now, and as they left me at the University of Jet, I was excited to begin a college life. I do not drive any vehicle, so I would need help to leave the university. I had picked Pre Calculus, US History, US Government, and Biology to start my core classes that the university requires. At 1st, I was bored because on the 1st day, I had finished buying my books, and there was no welcoming events today because the freshmen events begin tomorrow. I decided to surf the internet, and found a website called gaybondage.com. The website had an advertisement about searching for gay people to be tied up and tortured. All they needed is for someone to fill in an application. I was hyped up because this was exactly what I was looking for at the moment, and really needed this. I put in that I was male, my age, my interests in being tied up, and tortured, and finally, my address. The maker of the site informed everyone that anyone who is accepted would be kidnapped at one time of their choosing, and will be taken to an unknown location where they would be bound and tortured in any way the captors would like to torture them. At 1st, I was nervous about the last statement because I did not know if this would end bad for me because I had heard stories about college kids being abducted and later killed in this manner, but that quickly faded as I clicked the submission button on the website application. I was awaiting to be kidnapped. Weeks went by and nothing happened as I took my classes and already took at least 2 exams from each class. Then, one day, it changed. I was on my way to Call Hall, and was wearing a t-shirt, my shorts, and my baseball hat. It was late in the night and barely any people was around me. I noticed a van was in the distance when all of a sudden it pulled in front of me. Then, 2 man jumped out and grabbed me and put a hood over my head. I screamed because at that moment, I did not know if this was a real kidnapping, or if it was connected to the website. No one came to my aid, and they were able to carry me into the van. Then, my captors tied my hands behind my back. In instinct, I fought back, and managed to kick one of the captors, and they were angry. They quickly subdued me as I felt more hands on me, which meant there was more captors then I thought there was. They got my ankles and legs tied, and then gagged me with something I could not recognize. The van drove away, and I was helpless.

About 1 hour later, I believed the van pulled into a garage. I assumed it was a house, but I could not be absolutely certain about it since I could not see anything. As the van stopped, my captors carried me out and I heard male voices as they lay me down somewhere and the texture of the location was rough, but it was warm in the room. Then, one of the captors said to me, well David, you asked for this, and now you are going to get whatever you deserve. In your application, you said that you were a naughty boy, and now, we are going to inflict the punishment on your body. I felt my shoes and socks being pulled off. Then, my shirt was cut off by what felt like a knife though it did not cut me. Then, I heard the sound of a razor on my head, and I was begging and pleading for them to stop doing that because I did not wanted to be bald, but one of the captors said to me that it was not my choice. My underarm hair was shaved, and the hair around my cock and balls was also shaved. I was scared and realized that it was a bad idea for me to go through it, but there was nothing I could do about it now. Then, nothing was done with me, but I knew it was only because it was setting me up for torture and they were breaking down my emotions so I would be horrified as I was thinking about what they could possibly do to me.

3-5 minutes later, the torture started for me. They removed my shorts, and my underwear and they begun to spank me hard. I was bursting into tears, but they did not slow down the spanking. They said that naughty boys deserved to be spanked because that is what happened to them when they were a kid. Now, I started to understand the purpose of the website. They wanted to make other people feel the same kind of things they had to endure when they were a child. I was only a pawn in a twisted game they had set up. The next thing they did to me was to hit my belly hard with their bare hand, probably in an effort to get a pink belly. They slapped my checks, and that made it even worse for me. After about 30-45 minutes, they stopped hitting me. I felt relived to get a release from my temporary torture, but it was short lived for me. They assured me that it was not over as they moved on to phase 2. I was unaware of what is going to be dealt to me next until it started up again. They untied me, only to retie me to a bed. With hands all over me, I knew it was pointless for me to fight them. I only had my underwear on when I was tied to the bed. They did not gag or blindfold me. My toes was restrained with yarn. The captors decided to use a permanent marker, and wrote degrading things all over my body. They wrote things such as slut, bitch, asshole, shit, and other things on me. My only concern is that my captors would not erase the ink on my body so I would have to return to school publicly humiliated at what they did to me. Everyone would see the writing on my body, and shame me. My captors was not in a mood to let me off the hook easily.

Then I passed out. When I woke up, I was in my underwear back in my bed in my dorm room. I discovered that I still had marker writings on me, and I took a shower with soap and rubbing alcohol to get it out. I thought it was over until the next morning when I screamed when I realized that everything that happened to me was on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Vine. It was being discussed, and there was nothing I could about it. I learned never to trust these websites again.

The End
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.