Not sure if I put this in the right place. All these forums and sub-forums are confusing. Anyway this a new story I'm playing around with. Not too much just yet but I'd like to get your opinions on it.
A late model Toyota Corolla pulls up to a speaker box in front of a large, iron gate surrounding a vast mansion estate. Jimmy, a young, attractive, fit, male with sandy blond hair wearing tight lycra fitness clothes presses the white button on the box. After a few moments, an older male voice growls out of the speaker.
“May I help you?”
“Hi, yeah, I’m Jimmy, I have an appointment with Mr. Smith. I’m his personal trainer.”
“Of course, sir, he’s expecting you.” answers the voice. A buzz sound echoes out of the speaker box and the large iron gate squeals and slowly parts. Slowly Jimmy drives his car up the long-paved drive up to the ornate mansion in front of him.
Jimmy sighed to himself, as he did each time he came to his rich clients, seeing his old beat up car pulling up to these palatial estates. He came to Los Angeles from Nebraska 2 years ago with hopes of becoming a big movie star. With his All-American looks, tall, muscled frame and sparkling blue eyes he figured it would be an easy win. The realization quickly came that in Los Angeles there were a thousand Jimmys all with the same idea in mind. All scrambling for the same jobs.
Personal trainer was best job he could get that would give him the time to audition, stay fit and pay the rent. One day, he would think to himself, they are going to find me. He would be lying if he didn’t admit that with each rejection his hope would fade bit by bit. He pulled his mind back to reality as the car came to a stop in front of the large ornate wooden doors.
He took a deep breath as he shut off the engine and reached over grabbing his gym bag and rolled up mat. As he opened the car door and exited the vehicle, the door to the house opened and a butler stood in the doorway with his hands clasped behind his back. Jimmy closed the car door, slung the gym bag over his shoulder and walked up to the butler, smiling.
“Mr Smith is on the pool deck, sir. He is expecting you.” The butler instructed formally.
“Thanks.” Jimmy causally replied as the butler stepped to the side and gestured him into the home. As Jimmy entered the house and glanced at the expensive furnishings and lavish decorations, he sighed again. One day he said quietly to himself as he walked on the same path to the pool as he did every Wednesday for weeks now.
“Were you partying last night, Mr Smith?” Jimmy said as he stood over the older, gray-haired man, gasping for breath as he struggled to finish a crunch on the mat before collapsing down on his back panting and sweating.
“No, it was a business meeting.” Mr Smith replied, breathy. “Ran late”, he wheezed as he took a long drink of water from a water bottle.
“Lets take it a little easy then, I don’t want you to over exert yourself.” Jimmy replied. “We have to stretch your leg out.” Jimmy knelt down in front of Mr Smith, grabbed his leg and lifted it slowly helping him extend and retract it.
“Goddamnit,” Mr Smith grumbled. “I had a great vacation planned too, non-refundable. Spent a fuckin fortune on it too. Now it’s all scrapped because some asshole doesn’t know how to send a goddamn email.” He growled.
First world problems, poor guy Jimmy thought sarcastically to himself.
“Hey you still trying to be an actor?” Mr Smith asked. Jimmy nodded. “How’s that goin for you?”
“Slow..” Jimmy replied. Mr Smith chuckled to himself.
“You need more than a pretty face and body in this town. Why bother? The money isn’t on acting anyway its in the back-end.” Mr Smith offered.
“It’s always been a dream of mine.” Jimmy replied. Mr Smith nodded.
“Yeah but you’re willing to do shit jobs like this for the rest of your life?” Mr Smith said and sighed as his stood up from the mat grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his face. “Look you seem like a good kid and you’re not a bad personal trainer either. I know you live in that shitty apartment and work these crappy jobs, why don’t you take that trip for me?”
“What? Are you serious!?” Jimmy replied, stunned. Mr Smith smiled.
“Sure, why not. Its already paid for, I can’t use it, and I don’t want one of my blood-sucking relatives using it.”
“But..where?” Jimmy asked still shocked.
“This exclusive private tropical island. First class all the way. Some of the most powerful and famous people in the world stay there. I got the plane tickets and everything.”
“I don’t know Mr Smith, this is way too generous.” Jimmy stammered in disbelief but yet deep down he salivated at the idea of it.
“Oh come on, kid, this will be the trip of a lifetime. Most people will never be able to experience something like this. And I like you. You’re not afraid to work and you seem like a decent person. LA hasn’t crushed the good little farm boy in you, that alone deserves some kind of reward.”
“Well gee Mr Smith, I don’t know what to say.”
“Just say thank you and get packing.”
“Thank you!” Jimmy cheerfully exclaimed as he shook the man’s hand.
“I’ll have all the documents mailed to you. Enjoy yourself.”
“Thanks again Mr Smith!” Jimmy said as he gathered up his belongings and darted off the patio.
Mr Smith waited until Jimmy left the house and picked a mobile phone up off a table, pressed a button and brought it to his ear waiting a few moments.
“Yeah its me.” He said sternly. “I have another one on its way to you. Jimmy Taylor. Cute kid, personal trainer, looks fresh off the farm, I’ll send you a pic. Yeah, young, naive and innocent, he’ll be perfect for you. Right just deposit in my account as usual.” Mr Smith abruptly disconnected the call and smiled to himself.
Jimmy suddenly felt like a fish out of water ascending the steps of the private jet wearing a tank top, shorts and sneakers. His mouth was agape in disbelief. A pretty female flight attendant smiled and gestured him to a seat.
“Would you care for a champagne sir, before we take off?” she offered with a smile.
“Sure!” Jimmy exclaimed like a young boy on Christmas morning. His eyes darted around the lavish plane, to him it seemed almost like a dream. The young woman returned and placed a glass of bubbling champagne on the drink tray next to his seat.
“This is amazing! I can’t believe it.” Jimmy said as he picked up the glass and drank it in one long gulp. The flight attendant smiled as she picked up the empty glass and walked towards the front of the plane. A captain then appeared as the door to the plane sealed shut.
“We will be taking off any moment, sir. Just sit back and relax.” The captain said with a smile as he turned around and returned to the cockpit.
Jimmy leaned back in the plush leather seat and stretched closing his eyes. I can’t believe this is happening! He thought to himself and drifted off to sleep as the roar of the plane engines started.
Jimmy struggled to open his eyes. At first things were a blur and he struggled to focus. His body felt like it was on a 10 second delay. As his eyes regained focus he saw he was on the wood floor of an empty room. No windows, no furnishings, just a table in the middle and a door in the corner.
Jimmy struggled to his feet muttering “what the fu..where am I!?”. He stumbled towards the door and realized it was locked. “What the hell!?” he said aloud to no one. As his mind awoke from its haze he came to the quick realization that he was naked with the exception of something around his neck. He reached up and felt a band of leather that was snuggly fit around his neck and clasped at the back like a dog’s collar.
“What the hell is going on?” he murmured to himself. He suddenly got a chill and folder his arms across his bare chest. “What happened to me clothes!?” he asked no one. It was then he noticed the table in the center of the room, on it, neatly folded looked like several articles of clothing and a pair of tall, black, shiney boots like the kind motorcycle police wear standing on the floor next to it.
Jimmy groggily approached the table and saw a notecard on top of the neatly folded clothing. The notecard read in large, bold characters: YOU WILL NOT BE PERMITTED TO LEAVE THIS ROOM UNTIL YOU WEAR THE PROPER UNIFORM. Jimmy put the card down and glanced at the clothing. It looked like a police uniform except the material felt like thin leather. Black long sleeved shirt adorned with patches that resembled police patches, tan pants with a black stripe down the sides, a tan tie that matched the pants. A leather belt like strap that passed over the shoulder and attached to a thick black leather waist belt. Thin black leather gloves and a black leather baseball hat with tan piping with a patch on the front. Jimmy picked up the hat and looked at the patch, it looked like an ornate gold police patch except it said: TO BE BOUND, GAGGED AND SERVE. The same patch was also on the shoulders of the leather shirt and a metallic badge on the front of the shirt. Just above the pocket opposite the badge was a gold name plate that read: Bondage Cadet 16.
“What the fuck!?” Jimmy exclaimed. He ran over to the door and tried opening it again. Locked tight. He yelled and pounded on the door but there was no response and the door wouldn’t budge. He rubbed his eyes and stammered in disbelief “this is insane, what is going on!?” He stared at the card on the table and sighed.
“Alright, let me play along and get out of this room and figure what the hell is going on.” He said to himself and put on the clothing. Everything was skin tight, as if it had been made to his exact dimensions. He tucked the shirt into the tan leather pants and wrapped the belt around his waist. Then attached the shoulder belt as well. As he slid the clasps closed on both belts he heard a secondary “CLICK!” and both belts seemed to automatically tighten and lock around his waist and torso. The tan leather tie stuck underneath the shoulder belt, and the clasp of the pants now locked behind the wide waist belt. Instinctively he tried to undo the belts but they wouldn’t unlock.
“What the hell!” he exclaimed and again ran over to the door pounding on it. “What is going on here!? Someone answer me!” There was no response and the door remained locked. He glanced over at the remaining items on the table and sighed.
“I guess I have to put on everything.” He said to himself as he picked up the gloves and slid the tight leather over his hands. They were so tight and form fitted they were almost like a second skin. As he buttoned the cuffs on the tight black leather shirt over the gloves he heard another CLICK! and cuffs snuggly tightened around his wrists, leaving the gloves locked under them. “What the hell are these things!?” he said to himself. Glancing at the door it still remained locked. He sighed once again. The last item were the tall shiny patrol boots. As he slid is feet into them there was another CLICK, and the clasps at the ankle and top of the boot shaft snuggly tightened, locking the boots around his feet and calves, trapping the tight tan leather pants tucked into them. Still the door remained locked. He picked up the leather ball cap and tentatively put it on his head.
“Thank god that didn’t lock.” He said to himself. Suddenly he heard another CLICK this time coming from the door as it slowly cracked open. He cautiously approached the door, the tight leather uniform creaked as he moved, snuggly fitted around his lean muscular body. As he peaked out the door his eyes took a moment to adjust to the daylight.
It looked like he was in some kind of hut in a clearing within a tropical forest. A dirt road snaked down a hill away from the hut. A breeze was blowing through the trees and he could hear the ocean in the distance. As he stepped outside it became obvious he was in some kind of tropical place but the temperature was comfortable. Despite the fact he was wearing dark leather in the tropics he didn’t feel any excessive warmth. He couldn’t see anyone around.
“Alright I’ve got to find out what the fuck is going on here.” He said and fidgeted with the collar around his neck and started walking down the dirt road, his tall shiny trooper boots glistening in the sunlight.
It was quite some time before Jimmy saw the dark shape of what looked like a person crouched at the side of a road. “HEY HEY!” he yelled and started running down the road. The figure stood up and started walking towards him with its hands behind its back. As he got closer to it he realized it was some kind of man in a tight leather suit, like a motorcycle suit that fit over his entire well-muscled body with black leather racing gloves and boots. Leather straps were tightly attached to his arms, chest and waist and another object was strapped around his mouth.
“Jesus…what happened to you!?” Jimmy exclaimed running up to the man. The man could only grunt in response with the leather object stuffed in his mouth and strapped behind the back of his head. But his eyes did all the talking, large brown eyes pleading with him for help. As Jimmy examined the poor fellow he realized the straps were all over his arms and torso, pinning his arms not just to his sides but behind his back as well.
“How do I get you out of this?” Jimmy asked. The man just grunted and started gesturing with his head behind him.
“Mmmph!” he pleaded with Jimmy. Jimmy stepped behind him and saw a small metal key flatly affixed to the collar around his neck. “AH, ok I get it.” Jimmy said and with a bit of trouble managed to pop the key out of his collar with his gloved hands. Jimmy then took the small key and put it in a keyhole on the straps around than man’s wrist. With a click, suddenly all the straps released and fell to the ground in a heap including the collar around his neck. The handsome muscular man quickly spit the leather object out of his mouth and tossed it to the ground.
“Oh man thank you so much!” he said to Jimmy as he rubbed his wrists. “You have no clue how long I was stuck like that.”
“No problem.” Jimmy said, “what the hell is going on here? I woke up in some cabin and I had to put this on to leave and now its locked on me.” The man stepped back and looked at him with a grin.
“Looks good on you though.” He said with a wink.
“What?” Jimmy asked confused. The man shook his head.
“Nevermind. You must be new. Listen this place is fucked. You have to get out of here.” He said to Jimmy. A lump of fear rose up in Jimmy’s throat. “Let me get you out of that collar first. Here turn around so I can get your key.”
“Oh god thank you!” Jimmy said as the man stepped behind him. Suddenly Jimmy felt his arms being pulled behind him and a click! as the straps that were once around the man’s wrists were now around Jimmy.
“Hey wait a minute what are do…” Jimmy was cut off as the man stuffed the leather gag in his mouth and strapped hit behind his head locking it with a click.
“MMMPH!!!” Jimmy hollered and tried to pull away. The man tackled him to the ground on his stomach and started attaching the straps around Jimmy’s arms and chest the same way they were around him. With each click the straps snuggly tightened leaving them locked around him, his wrists pinned behind his back, his arms pinned to his side. Jimmy struggled but with his arms locked and the muscular man’s weight pinning him down he could barely move.
“Listen I’m sorry about this…” the man whispered in his ear. “But its you or me and I’ve had enough. Someone has to be locked in this and its not going to be me, not anymore!’ the man said, Jimmy could feel his breath against his neck and something else pressing against his tight leathered ass. It was then he realized the man was gently humping him. Jimmy could do nothing but lay there helplessly and confused.
The man then started kissing the base of Jimmy’s neck but then stopped and hopped up on his feet. Jimmy rolled over and stared at him with pleading eyes. The man tossed the collar he once wore into the bushes and knelt down in front of Jimmy.
“Look I’m sorry man but like I said, on this island you’re either a hunter or you are hunted and I’ve been hunted long enough. If you find someone to get you out of that, better get him locked in it quick or it will be even worse for you.” The man stood up and turned to leave.
“MMPH MPMMPH!” Jimmy screamed into his gag as he struggled to get to his feet without the use of his arms.
“Look one piece of advice ok.” The man turned and said. “Be careful who you ask for help and whatever you do, stay away from the guys wearing the black wetsuits and hoods. They are crazy.” The man leaned over and grabbed at Jimmy’s crotch, Jimmy instinctively pulled away in shock but the guy just smiled and licked his lips.
“Damn…” he mumbled, “another time maybe, hot stuff. Good luck.” And he darted off into the woods as fast as he could.
Jimmy just stood there in the road, his arms helplessly pinned behind him. A gag locked cruelly in his mouth. Tears filled up his eyes. “What is happening to me!”, he thought as he slowly started walking down the road. His tight motorcop uniform tightly locked and strapped around his body. All he could think of was the man’s last words “stay away from the guys in the wetsuits and hoods, they are crazy.” This was like a nightmare, but Jimmy knew he had to find some way to wake up out of it.