## Jay's fantasy life: My Confession

Post by Jay Feely » Sun Sep 12, 2010 8:59 am

I was born into Christanity when I was baptized as a young child. I attended church since the age of six, read the bible, and prayed. In spite of all of this, I was not accepting Jesus at all. I distanced myself from him, and became pronged to listening more to the devil. I have sinned a lot from lying to my parents, hitting people, and has stole items from stores across state lines. For now, I have not been caught, but when I made bad decisions, I did not think it would be breaking a criminal law.
Then, one day, I was walking home from school and in my clad pants, dress shoes, and especially in my t-shirt. It was just an ordinary day with no sign of any kind of trouble, but something was not right. Normally, I walked with my friends, but because of my attitude and behavior, they did not walk with me that day. I crossed over the street and got lost, as I stumbled upon an unfamaliar road, and rather then ask anyone, I decided to take it. I was walking with my arms swinging, when all of a sudden, I was grabbed from behind and shoveled to the ground. A hard slap across my head made me weak and feeble. I just braced myself for what was about to happen. I felt cold metal handcuffs being applied to my wrist. Someone pushed me towards a white and red van, and foricibly put me inside the van. I was exhausted from eight hours of school, that I did not had the energy to fight back.
The van drove away just as my ankles was tied together, and I was gagged with a linen cloth and blindfolded with a pinata cloth. I did not know where I was in the midst of the crisis, as the van continued to drive. I felt scared and thought prehaps it was a punishment for my sins.
Then, the van came to a grinding stop, and I was picked up and carried. I did not know where I was, but I heard chatter from within. There was people saying, this boy had been bad and should be thrown into hot lava, and some suggested that he should be chained to a wall securely till the day he died. I did not know if they were referring to me, or talking about someone else, but tears rolled down my checks. I did not wanted to die on this day, especially on the first day of school. I thought about how my parents would feel the next day, reading the paper about my young death at 12 yrs, or how my friends would be saddened by the loss of their friend who tried to make them honorable citizens of America. I thought it was going to be worse for my relatives, who lived in England and did not had a chance to see me yet.
Well, after a while, my blindfold was removed, and I realized that I was inside a church. My restraints was removed, but I was not allowed to go anywhere. Guards with carbine rifles blocked all exits in case I tried to escape. There was a pastor on the podium in the center of the room, and he asked me to step forward. I nervously went up there, not knowing what to expect. He was in his mid-thirties with his well suit with tie, and formal jeans. He asked me to put my hands on a bible and close my eyes. I did, but all of a sudden, he stopped saying anything. I felt my body drift into the air on its own without any help. Purple energy strains wrapped around my wrists and ankles. Thus, I was suspended and to make it worse, I could not feel an inch of my body. Then, the unexpected happened. I became blind as a purple flash hindered me. My body went inside a chamber and it was sealed tight shortly afterwards. A red gag formed as a cleave gag around my mouth. The chamber started to move slightly to the right until it stopped. I felt the chamber being lowered down and it crashed onto something that felt soft yet prickly.
I was not happy as my body just seemed to have a life of its own. Without any explanation, I felt water being poured into my chamber. I was having difficulties breathing, but a fresh pocket of air kept me alive. Water filled the entire chamber till I felt completly submerged. I was being baptized, but it was far different then anything I had experienced before. Another set of water was piled on top of the other one. I felt my feet becoming slightly thinner, and I soon realized the full extent of my restraints. My hands became shorter, and I felt my mouth clench tight. I was turning into a fish and there was nothing I could do about it.
To Be Continued.
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.

### Re: Jay's fantasy life: My Confession

Post by snobound » Sun Sep 12, 2010 11:21 am

Yeah, that's just about what the church would have to do in order to get me through the door! Creative method of restraint....
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### Re: Jay's fantasy life: My Confession

Post by Jason Toddman » Sun Sep 12, 2010 1:43 pm

I notice that your stories (and those you've requested) and your feedback frequently have a strong undercurrent of punishment (or desiree for same) to them.
My own stories and fantasy have a strong undecurrent of masochism to them; so for me being tormented does not reflect a desire for being punished for something have done wrong, but simply because I enjoy the sensation of being tormented (within limits of course).
I wonder if these are two sides of the same thing (a desire to be dominated, for whatever reason) or completely different desires altogether. Though I have felt guilt about bad things I have done, I do not dwell on them to anywhere near the extent you seem to, and wonder whether you (secretly) feel pleasure from the pain (as I would, only less directly) or believe punishment really cleanses you somehow (something I never feel is the case with me).
We may have one problem in common anyway, though only you Jay can answer for sure: I have a problem with low self-image; do you too?
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### Re: Jay's fantasy life: My Confession

Post by Jay Feely » Sun Sep 12, 2010 2:33 pm

I do not have a problem with self image. This is just my theme of all my stories. Nothing related to my real life.
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.

### Re: Jay's fantasy life: My Confession

Post by Jason Toddman » Sun Sep 12, 2010 3:12 pm

> jay wrote:I do not have a problem with self image. This is just my theme of all my stories. Nothing related to my real life.

Okay. Just wondering.
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### Re: Jay's fantasy life: My Confession

Post by Jay Feely » Sun Sep 12, 2010 6:43 pm

I kept thinking to myself that everything was going to be all right, but that was not the case. I was transformed into a fish. However, something was different about me. For one thing, I retained my human voice. I could talk, but I had to swim. After swimming for hours as ordered by the pastor, I was reverted back to human form. This continued for several days and at the end of the punishment, I understood the meaning of it. If I continue to be disobedient to the lord, fish would be me and I would suffer. However, if I behaved well under Jesus, nothing bad would happen to me. So, this was the style for the next few days. First, I am restrained by purple energy strains. Next, I was baptized. Finally, I was turned into a fish and forced to swim.
After one week had passed, I had a chance to give in and prepare myself to Jesus. I placed my right hand on the bible, and swore to be a good Christian. No one knew about my change of heart until I did not sin any longer. This was defintely a true learning experience for me.
The End
Next: Jay's Fantasy Life: Abduction from Space
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.

### Re: Jay's fantasy life: My Confession

Post by Jay Feely » Tue Sep 14, 2010 2:27 pm

Jay's Fantasy Life: Abduction from Space
I was a normal kid born and raised into a normal family with my brother Dale, aged 14 and sister Jessy, aged 18. I was the youngest at age 12. Most of my life has been dependent on other people because I had not reached puberty yet. I made a couple of close friends in my middle school. We spent time playing at the park, watching cinematic movies, and even hosting sleepovers. One day, I was walking home from school, when I accidentally bumped into my friend Conner, age 14. He was shaken, but not from the impact. He had just returned from a lecture on Human Evolution. He learned from the teacher that humans evolved from apes in a long cycle of mutation, natural selection, genetic drift, and the bottle neck effect. He felt very passionate in the belief that Jesus created people not due to evolution. He questioned the teacher and she was upset at him and gave him detention for disputing the claim. He had never met a teacher like her before, and it drove him insane. Then, as we walked down to my house, he proclaimed another relevation. He said that someone predicted that aliens was a strong race of non-humans that abducted people from their houses as part as something called "The Experiement" for testing purposes. Of course, as a middle school kid, I laughed it off and did not believe it. He persisted in warning me to be careful when sleeping, but the more he backed up his claim, the more ridiculous it became.
I went home to do my homework. It was math, which bored me. I logged on my computer to Facebook, and updated my status. I ate chicken and peas for dinner and washed it down with orange juice. Later, I played with my brother and sister with videogames and they owned me in World Cup Soccer as I lost 3-2 and 4-3. They teased me about my inability to beat them, but I countered that I will beat them eventually. They noticed I was tired and my parents had not returned from their yoga class. Since Jessy was the oldest, she was the boss of me. In my mind, little kids should be allowed to do whatever they wanted, but she disagreed. She tried to make me go to bed, but I threw a tantrum and refused to do so. My brother and sister kept trying to calm me down by reading me a story that I liked, but I had a hissy fit. They were forced to grab my arms and legs and take me to my room. As I struggled, they hardened their grip so it was futile for me to resist. They tied my arms to my bed, and did the same to my legs. Now, my parents approved of their treatment, although it was bizzare because they thought I was not only irresponsible but immature.
I closed my eyes at 8:05 pm, and drifted to a nightmare. Suddenly, I was awoken by my bed leviatating. I was in shock and screamed for help. However, my brother and sister was already asleep and did not hear me. I felt my body go numb as the bed went higher. The roof somehow retracted and opened up. In the area in what is supposed to be the sky was a gigantic ship with 4 cannons, a laser beam, and missiles. It was protected by layers of shields. I was sent into the ship and moved to the right. Keep in mind that I am only wearing a shirt at this time. I denied this was actually happening and tried to wake myself up, but it was too real. My body entered a light room and stopped.
When I opened my eyes, I saw two things in my path. The first thing was a creature with tiny human hands. It has a pair of yellow antenna and creepy red eyes. The skin was wrinkled and looked rough. The second thing was a human. He had blond hair, white eyes, and small hands. He was around 12 yrs old and has freckles. He spoke to me, and said that I was his replacement. I became concerned because my friend had said earlier that aliens pick up children as part of a so called experiment. I now became convinced that this is what he was talking about. The alien said something in an unknown language. The boy nodded his head, and told me to be strong for the procedure. The boy vanished into an escape pod and left me with the alien.
The first thing the alien did was to touch my body. It moved its hands over my torso, hands, feet, legs, and arms. I did not feel uncomfortable about this part of the experiment. Then, the alien recorded something in a diary. Next, the alien tickled me. For some unexplained reasons, I started laughing even though I was not ticklish. This begs the question, how could someone not ticklish be ticklish in another area? The alien left red marks on my feet, tummy, and armpits. I was laughing so hard that it was difficult to breathe. The alien used rapsberries, forks, and feathers to drive me insane. After 20 minutes of brutal and nonstop tickling, the alien stopped tickling. Then, it blindfolded me. Of everything that had happened to me, I did not think anything painful was going to happen to me. Then, it stuffed something into my mouth, and it held my mouth wide open. The alien put something warm into my mouth. It was hard, but delicious to which I realized that it was steak. I had a strong palate, so I knew that the alien fed me potatoes, peas, apple, cheese, and Salmon. I thought aliens was now trying to see how humans operate so it was not as scary as people protray as. The fourth test was stranger then before. The alien subjected me to varying levels of heat. The blindfolde was removed and the alien gradually increased the amount of heat in the room. I was sweaty and the alien recorded that into its diary and then when it became so unbearable, it stopped the machine. It then did the same thing again, only this time with cold. Even while being tied up, I felt peaceful and happy in the experiement.
Then, the alien struck me on my feet with a wodden baton. I cried out in pain, but realized that it is also a possible test of pain. He used various implements from a paddle, spoon, and hands to slap my feet. It recorded another set of information, then left the room. I lay there thinking about other possible tests the alien could put me through. Then, it soon returned, and shined a light in my eyes. He did tests like a doctor did on a physical examination. That part was so relaxing except I laughed when it did the Foot Reflex because I was forced to be ticklish.
Then, I felt my arms and legs unrestrained. I left the table and was allowed to move my limbs. I felt so happy. Then, for the first time ever, the alien introduced himself as Chron. I did not know that aliens could speak until this moment. Chron said that I was the first willing and loyal participant in the experiment. I told Chron that it was my pleasure. He said that aliens did not want to destroy the earth as movie protrayed, but only want to test humans and learn more about them. I shook his hand, and it shook mine back. Finally, I noticed the contraption started up again and another kid tied up to a bed was brought to him. I said "Do not be afraid" and I was transportated back to Earth.
The End
Next on Jay's Fantasy Life: The Class Clown
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.

### Re: Jay's fantasy life: My Confession

Post by Jason Toddman » Tue Sep 14, 2010 2:34 pm

I had alien abduction fantasies myself as a teenager and have even written stories about such (though not for here - yet); I wonder how common those kinds of fantasies actually are.
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### Re: Jay's fantasy life: My Confession

Post by Jay Feely » Tue Sep 14, 2010 2:37 pm

This is the first story I have written that did not involve crime and punishment, rather it involved experiment of science.
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.

### Re: Jay's fantasy life: My Confession

Post by snobound » Tue Sep 14, 2010 5:24 pm

Regarding the church story... what a freakin' nightmare! Forced conversion. What can we call it.... an immaculate restriction??????? I never thought I'd read about a bondage session with an ephemeral Jesus! Thou shalt not be granted free reign of thine arms and legs!
I can't wait to read the alien installment.
Jason: Can I expect a story with restraining force fields and sundry probes in the near future?
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### Re: Jay's fantasy life: My Confession

Post by Jason Toddman » Tue Sep 14, 2010 6:48 pm

> snobound wrote:Regarding the church story... what a freakin' nightmare! Forced conversion. What can we call it.... an immaculate restriction??????? I never thought I'd read about a bondage session with an ephemeral Jesus! Thou shalt not be granted free reign of thine arms and legs!
> I can't wait to read the alien installment.
> Jason: Can I expect a story with restraining force fields and sundry probes in the near future?

I may adapt one of my alien kidnap stories to fit the limits of this site reaonably soon, yes.
The ones I did are in comic book form and rather too graohic, so I'd have to tone one down a bit; but I think I can do it,
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
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### Re: Jay's fantasy life: My Confession

Post by Jay Feely » Wed Sep 15, 2010 8:29 am

> Jason Toddman wrote:

> > snobound wrote:Regarding the church story... what a freakin' nightmare! Forced conversion. What can we call it.... an immaculate restriction??????? I never thought I'd read about a bondage session with an ephemeral Jesus! Thou shalt not be granted free reign of thine arms and legs!
> > I can't wait to read the alien installment.
> > Jason: Can I expect a story with restraining force fields and sundry probes in the near future?

> I may adapt one of my alien kidnap stories to fit the limits of this site reaonably soon, yes.
> The ones I did are in comic book form and rather too graohic, so I'd have to tone one down a bit; but I think I can do it,

Yeah, it is not normal to be forced into religion, but would you agree it is a good element?
For the next one after the alien one which is already completed, I will be doing class clown.
A couple of more after that.
May be a long series due to the number of my fantasies.
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.

### Re: Jay's fantasy life: My Confession

Post by Jason Toddman » Wed Sep 15, 2010 9:38 am

Nothing wrong with having a lot of fantasies. So do I. I will probably be setting some down as stories myself, including the alien kidnap one, even though that one would be a bit dfferent from the non-human story paramters you had requested. Also have one involving Barry Blair-style elves which might be closer.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Jay's fantasy life: My Confession

Post by Jay Feely » Wed Sep 15, 2010 10:33 am

Jay's Fantasy Life: The Class Clown
During my sphomore year of high school, I had to deal with an annoying issue involving a kid. His name was Fred, aged 14. He always like to be the class clown in my English Class by interrupting others when they are trying to talk, throwing papers at fellow classmates, and having off topic conversations. He is short for his age, around 4 ft and 8 inches. He is blond with curly hair, due to the rare gentic trait. He also has blue eyes.
Fred and I sat next to each other due to the assigned seating rule. He would constantly annoy me in various degrees. I did not mind when he poked me constantly during class, made farting noises with his armpits, singing random songs in a loud voice, and getting the class off topic, but when he delibertely held hands with me, and lifted them in the air for the class to see, which caused them to label me as gay and the laughs and stares happened, he crossed the line.
I decided to teach him a lesson that he would never forget. I know that he has soccer practice right after school. He goes on a trail on the Eastern Part of the school and normally walks with his buddied Sam and Tyler. Launching a full attack on him would be problamatic because they are strong and could probably beat me up before I could lay a hand on him. However, I came up with an amazing idea. After class, the final school bell rung, and I followed him on my bike. He was walking calmly with his buddies, so I kept my distance. As he approached a wind mill near a farm, his buddies left him, and he said goodbye and kept on walking. This was the break that I was looking for. I sped past him, and made a 180 degrees turn to block his path.
I jumped off my bike, and approached him with rope. He seemed wide eyed with fear. He had on his Yu-Gi-Oh t-shirt, which is old fashioned at this time, shorts with holes, and old rusty shoes. I jumped him, and he was easily overpowered. I bind his hands behind his back, and then tied his ankles. I carried him to a hut in the far corner of the field, from which I had surveyed well. In the red hut overshadowing the mountains was a table. I tied Fred to the table with his arms and legs outstreched like an eagle. He just looked at me with a frightened appearance. I said to him "Do you any idea how much trouble you caused in school for me?" He just laughed and tears rolled down his checks. I was furious. He could not even had been remorseful for what he did. "You caused the class to label me as gay because you just had to hold my hand up in the air for everyone to see, so now I am going to teach you a lesson that you will not forget". I'm sorry was all he could say before I put a piece of duct tape over his mouth. I gagged him with a white cloth so no one in the vinicinty could hear his scream. I took out some scissors and cut open his shirt and removed his shoes and socks. I mounted a video camera on another table, and clicked record. I took pictures of his helpless body.
I opened my backpack and got out a pair of nipple clamps. I attached it to his nipples, and he screamed in his gag. Next, I tickled him from his armpits down to his feet. I could hear slight laughter being emitted from his mouth. His toes flexed back and forth, so I decided to do something about it. I took out the shoelaces from his shoe, and threaded it around his toes, trapping them to a point where he could not move them. I used some light feathers to slowly drive him insane. I started on his tender and flat foot and worked my way up to his toes. Suddenly, he did something I did not ever expect. That little brat ejaculated and liquid formed on his pants. He was actually getting aroused by this, which defeats my purpose. I stopped tickling him, and give him a breather. I took his backpack, and dumped it in a river. He would never get it back again.
When I returned to the hut, I heard giggling. I was still upset with him, but I decided to let him go. He was sore from the nipple clamps as his nipples was bright red. He had red marks on his wrists and ankles from being tied up. I warned him that I will post pictures and videos of me torturing him if he ever bothered me or anyone else in the class again. He was not happy with my demands, but Fred agreed. That was the end of his silly class clown days. He actually made friends, and we had became friends later on.
The End.
Last edited by Jay Feely on Wed Sep 15, 2010 12:16 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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.

### Re: Jay's fantasy life: My Confession

Post by Jason Toddman » Wed Sep 15, 2010 12:13 pm

Are you sure you meant college sophomore instead of high school sophomore?
Age 14 would be more appropriate for a high school freshman (let alone a sophomore), and aren't you a college sophomore right now besides?
Interesting fantasy and a well told story anyway; unlike the other two though you told it like it was a reasonably believeable true story.
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### Re: Jay's fantasy life: My Confession

Post by Jay Feely » Thu Sep 16, 2010 5:19 am

Jay's Fantasy Life: From Hero to Zero
The gates opened in the football stadium. Players gathered around me, as we were battling for the NCAA Championship. My team, the UTSA Roadrunners was taking on Texas Longhorns. We had been able to win the majority of our games during the regular. We had rallied from 21 down to defeat Texas A&M. Everyone had counted on us to win all season long, and we gave them quite a show. I was the lead quarterback of the team and had thrown 30 touchdowns, 2 interceptions, and has run the ball many times in sneaks, but today everything was on the line. We were facing off against the heavily favorites and an upset was just improable.
I was walking down the street to my apartment, when a white van with a red dragon painted on the side of it stopped in front of me. The side doors opened, and two men jumped at me, and forcibly put me in the van. I was scared because previously I did not had time to react. I kicked and screamed when hands got all over me, but I could not prevent the inevitable. They managed to yank my arms high in the air, that I withered and had to surrender. They tied my hands behind my back, and legs straight out in front of me. Now, I was helplessly trapped with sore arms. Then I realized that they had a cleave gag for me. This time, I moved my mouth away from their attempts to get to me, but once again, they gagged me with the white cloth, and blindfolded me. They gave me a hard slap, and I do not remember the events that happened next.
I woke up in a room with no windows. I was tied the same way, but my arms was attached to a railing behind my hands and my legs was tied to a railing above my head. Thus, I was immobolized and unable to utter anything because duct tape was wrapped around the gag several times. My blindfold remained on me. I heard voices in the distance, and someone opened the door in my room. For a moment, there was no actions, so I thought it could be someone who is trying to save me. However, none could prepare me for what was about to happen to me. I felt my butt being spanked several time with a strap or maybe it was a belt, but I was not sure. I started crying inside. Whoever had done this must be trying to alter the game itself. Then, the person stopped spanking me. He or She started to rub my butt around every angle, so I thought this captor must have some form of compassion or he did not wanted to be involved in the first place. After some rubbing, my captor smacked my hands several time, and I started crying again, but once again, my captor rubbed the area my kidnapper hit.
Finally, I heard footsteps leaving the room. Someone had kidnapped me, but these people were inexperienced or two-sided. After a while, I heard more footsteps coming inside the room. The next thing the captor did was also painful. I felt something pointy being put on my feet. It took me time to realize that it was thumb tacks. I cried again when this happened, but for one thing, this captor had no compassion as the person just left the room as I was bleeding drip by drip.
I thought that my nightmare would not be over. I was right. Another person came in, and I reckoned it must have been the third persom, the driver. He or She removed my thumb tacks from my poor feet, relieving me of the pain I had endured, but this person was different. This captor used a feather to tickle my feet. I was laughing so hard underneath the gag. The captor used the feather all over my arches, toes, bottoms, heels, and in between the toes. This kind of tickling was torture, but it was far better then being spanked and having thumb tacks on my feet. I was laughing more as the tickling continued.
Then, I heard something outside my room that I was trapped in. There was a fight going on as I heard people being thrown into table and walls, punches being thrown. Then, the door to my room was slammed down, and a person knocked out my third and final captor. That person removed my blindfold, gag, and untied me. I got first insight into the real world for the first time like forever. I turned around and saw my resucer. He was a member of my football team, and he had trailed the van, and had to decide how to save me. I was very grateful for him. We walked out, and I finally knew the identies of my captors. There was 3 guys that had kidnapped me from the team we were playing against.
After testifying against them at the trial, the three kidnappers was found guilty. They got life in prison sentences. Also, the Texas Longhorns was stripped of their title after beating us 33-14 and we got the championship trophy.
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.