Hidden in the Basement - F+M/M

Postby Three » Wed Oct 06, 2010 9:01 am

I was unsure about the storyline but I think if the story progressed more then more things will be revealed. But please do comment if you want more.

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I moaned quietly into the duct tape, sealing my closed, dried lips. The dripping of sweat tears continued to sink annoyingly onto my eye sealing blindfold – also being tightly wrapped duct tape and covering every colour of light I had any chance of glimpsing. The tape, sticking tightly, had been wrapped several times around my moaning mouth, not before being stuffed with a rolled up rough hanky into my salivating mouth.

Despite the ludicrous amount of tape on my mouth only a small, yet also tight, strip – long enough to just get past both my ears on the side – had been flattened across my drossy, drugged, eyeshot eyes. Even with it being one single piece I still had no chance in seeing my surroundings. I was still left quizzical on my actual location.
Though I had spent hours screaming and trying to peel it off all my efforts were pointless. The tape wasn't coming off, not without hands.

I had woken up, from my drugged slumber, mmphing and weeping out of my sealed mouth on a squeaky and springy bed in, with guessing, a dark room alone. I still had my clothes on – my dark green alien shirt, blue jeans and my black socks that had been pulled down to my ankles. All that I was missing was my red hooded jumper and my sneaker shoes. Knowing what I have worn gave me some gladness that I hadn’t been wiped from my memory and even more gladness that I was still wearing some.

Just above where my socks had been pulled down was a chain cuffed tight. The opposite end of the cuff link was on my other leg in the same position. And after feeling about with my toes and kicking up there was another link in the middle of the cuffs that had be chained to the end of the bed. The chain wasn’t long enough for me to put my feet on the ground but it was long enough to move about from one side of the bed to the next. But where ever one foot went the other soon followed chained.

After noticing I was not moving anyway I soon began investigating my arms. It was disappointing.
My hands had been roped tight together by the wrists then covered with more tape. Struggling to pull them apart, I soon sank all arm energy away and surrendered knowing I wasn’t going to pull them apart and free myself.

I had struggled so hard and tugged apart so much it has made the rope tighter and soon circulation felt cut off and it felt as though my hands would no longer have anymore feeling within them. This was partly why I was weeping – the pain.

I wasn’t some escape magician. There was no escape, nor magician within the name Michael Baker. Escaping had nothing to do with me, besides escaping tests and late night revisions and the only thing magical about my life was that I still was alive and not cut into tiny pieces in a butchers window display – and I hope I’m not jinxing it.

I kept going to and from passing out. With each moment I drifted away I came to remember what happened the previous night, or previous night before nights. I had no clue what day it was.

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It was unnatural for a 19 year old to be cooped up in a small apartment during revision with his flat mate – flat mate being Ursula, a 62 year old pensioner who seemed to be crazily friendly, while as sweet and innocent as a kitten that was about to scratch your eyes out.

And so, being that 19 year old, that unfortunate 19 year old, I met up with a few pals from college and agreed to go out drinking at one of the many bars that plotted around the city centre of Durham – in England.

I would’ve worn my clubbing clothes – jeans and a plain white t shirt with a zip up greyed jacket but tonight it was more of a casual drinking, not a who-can-get-smashed-the-most night. That was for the weekends.

So, by bus, I met up with my friends – Jade, Christian and Pete – and we went to the bar Mocking Bird. It was wasn’t modern and seemed more targeted to mid life crisis binge drinkers. And with the cheap beer prices it seemed the perfect place to save some pennies and have a good laugh – something I thought impossible.

Then something ticks in my mind about what might have happened…

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“Alright, mate, what can I get ya’?” chirped the bartender, a stocky lad with a beer belly and shining bald head. “Yeah, alright, can I get a lemonade, two beers and a…” my mind resisted the list of drinks everyone had wanted, “And a glass of wine”. He nodded and winked and soon went to the end of the bar to pour the drinks.

Waiting patiently, I nibbled on the bowl of peanuts placed on the bar. Out of the corner of my eye a pink blur formed and turning my head it wasn’t any pink blur I’d ever seen. It was a woman, and believe me… she was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I spent some time going through Ursula’s television magazine glancing at the female actors and they were nothing compared.

Turning away so she wouldn’t get suspicious I continued nibbling my peanuts. A soothing voice hushed into my ear, “Nice nuts”. I stopped crunching on the peanuts and saw it was the woman. This woman was talking to me. A 19 year old college student who didn’t have £20 in his pocket… something was up.

I blushed. “Well, thank you…” I replied, quietly. She seem a bit confused then with her red painted nails she pointed to the bowl, “Those nuts…” she replied then giggled. I then nodded vigorously in agreement and laughed a “That’s what I meant”.

The bartender returned with the drinks and I handed him my last £10 note. The change was minimal but I took it back happily. “Fancy drinking with me?” she said as I started to walk back to my table. The answer was obvious. “Yes” I replied and after dropping off the others drink I sat with her in the corner of the room.

Thinking back about it… she seemed surprisingly close and flirtatious. Not that I was worried about it…

Then I think one thing lead to another and I was walking back with her to her car. I had asked her her age and she replied “Old enough” and so I left it there thinking it wasn’t too old.

That’s when it cuts off. I forget everything. It was dark, I know that, and I wasn’t in a very stable state because I do recall her buying me one too many drinks and that’s when she offered to take me home.

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“Mmph…”
I moaned. The pain was really hurting now.
It was hurting annoyingly and so I began thrashing about on the bed.

I moaned as hard as I could through the gag and pounded the metal frame at the end of the bed with my feet. I think it was a lot of noise… besides me hearing it another reason I thought was because I heard a key turning.

When the door opened the room welcomed to cool breeze of air and so did I. Before I could get too happy the sound of hard boots stepped onto the floor – it sounded like carpet.

“Well isn’t the pretty boy awake, eh?” a cold, cold male voice called out across the room. It did not echo. I froze. I held my breath afraid of what he would say next or what he would do next. His presence shadowed everything.

Eventually I breathed out and soon regretted it as he came closer to the end of the bed until I heard his legs knock against the chain hanging off the end of it. “You made a lot of noise, didn’t you?” he said, I felt his body drop next to the edge of the bed and a few feet away from my face.

I made a quiet weep. He laughed.
“Maybe I need to go get my lady friend upstairs to come and tighten you up now?” he asked.

I laid in silence, asking myself… What lady friend?

Re: Hidden in the Basement - F+M/M

Postby kidnapplz » Wed Oct 06, 2010 11:10 am

brillant story
plz plz plz conteninue

Re: Hidden in the Basement - F+M/M

Postby Jason Toddman » Wed Oct 06, 2010 3:20 pm

So far so good. Please continue.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
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Re: Hidden in the Basement - F+M/M

Postby fratboydanny » Wed Oct 06, 2010 10:58 pm

this is good. please continue.

Re: Hidden in the Basement - F+M/M

Postby boundboy » Tue Oct 12, 2010 3:28 pm

this is really good so far, please continue
This boy is ready to be bound with rope and gags

-boundboy

Re: Hidden in the Basement - F+M/M

Postby Chase Ricks » Wed Oct 13, 2010 8:52 pm

Flattery is the greatest sign of respect. Please continue indeed.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Hidden in the Basement - F+M/M

Postby derpstick118 » Fri Oct 15, 2010 10:36 pm

Awesome! Can't wait to read more!

Re: Hidden in the Basement - F+M/M

Postby Three » Mon Oct 18, 2010 12:28 pm

Had some computer problems but if all clears expect a new part soonish! But for now enjoy the second chapter. It's short but it's just something to feed into the story before the actual real story begins, the part we must all be waiting for..

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“Oi, dearest, our company has awakened from his slumber!” the voice yelled out. My ears rang and the way he spoke made it seem as though he found this… situation…humorous? His character must be a cold one.

Moments after his roared calling some soft footsteps were heard from the end of my feet and holding my breath, the room had three breathing. His lady friend has arrived.

“I see my two lads have been acquainted?” That voice… it was hers. That same voice, was it not obvious? Just like an obvious thing you’d find in a story, that one person was indeed that other one person that was too obvious to be that one person, but you always had doubt believing there was another one person that it could be but the other person. It seemed all too clear now, or did it?

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“So, Daniel…” she giggled, “Can I get you another drink?” she stood from the table and miraculously didn’t need support, didn’t this woman just have a bottle of vodka near enough? I just winked at her, wobbled my head a bit before nodding, “Yeah, go ahead…” she smiled that sweet smile and just as she was off to the bar with her handbag I held her arm and brought her in closer, “And it’s Danny, trust me… my mum only calls me Daniel”. Then let go. She nodded and went to the bar.

A vibration took me by surprise and noticed my phone at about three miss calls from… Mindy. The song broke into my head, well my own cover. Oh, Mindy, when you came and you- stopped me from shaking? Waking?

Getting caught in this confusing daze I decided that Mindy could wait. She had her chance and I told her I wasn’t her playboy. That was that.

I turned to the bar and saw Sophie – yes, her name is Sophie – she was walking back with her supposed vodka and my beer. Suddenly, even with my slow reactions, I saw her knock into this large guy, quite tubby but man, he had muscles. They crashed like a little bicycle and a steam train.

Smashing on the floor, my beer soon took to smithereens and glass landed like a blown up aircrafts remains.

The guy quickly apologised and seemed to hand her his beer. That was nice of him. But as Sophie walked away he and she shared a glance… like an uneasy one, a nervous one. I brushed it off…

“He knocked you hard!” I said, just a bit loud enough to make myself heard… by the whole pub. This proved to myself I was drunk, but oh well. She giggled, but more nervously. “Looked as though he was trying to purposely knock that beer from your hand” I added. She turned away from me and passed me the man’s beer. It was exactly the same as I drank – the man must have good taste, surely?

I put it on the table, but Sophie quickly picked it back up and drew it to my mouth. “Drink up!” she said, her voice sounding sexy and persuasive. I took the bottle from her hand and brought it to my lips, smiled then drank the lovely liquid.

As I drank the liquid gave out a horrid taste and I had to stop myself spitting it out. Sophie watched me intently before giving me a cheeky smile.

“Good, how about we go back to my place?” Asked her… I was more than obliged.

Re: Hidden in the Basement - F+M/M

Postby ilikebeingtiedup » Sat Nov 13, 2010 4:54 pm

AWESOME more to come i hope?

Re: Hidden in the Basement - F+M/M

Postby milagros317 » Sat Nov 13, 2010 5:04 pm

Very promising start, please continue. :D
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet. :D
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Re: Hidden in the Basement - F+M/M

Postby Chase Ricks » Sat Nov 13, 2010 5:11 pm

Can't hardly wait.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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