I was cruising in my car looking for something to do when I turned 18 years old and it was supposed to be a cool birthday for me, but it would turn out to be the opposite. I parked in my friend’s house driveway because I was going to meet him for dinner and I was in charge of picking him up so we could have a little adventure between us. He was 19 years old and was like the most attractive guy in my school because he not only had a six pack, but his entire body was cared for properly. His hands was manicured with a buffing and his feet was not smelly or anything else of the sort. I was dressed in my t-shirt, basketball shorts, and I was barefoot. I stepped out my car, but I was not aware of my surroundings and it would cost me. A hand was put over my mouth and then another person injected me with some kind of liquid on my arm. I struggled to escape, but it was pointless because I soon felt the effects of the drug. My entire group of muscles went dead and I was drifting into unconscious. When I awoke from my slumber, I found myself stripped naked and I was tightly restrained to a bed. The walls of the room were soundproofed and I was crying because I did not know who had captured me and why they did so. I was used to being the bravest kid of all my classmates in high school, but I contradicted myself on this day. There was no one near me and I wondered if I was kidnapped and being held as ransom, or if my friends was playing a scary prank on me. Then, my question was answered when my friend came into the room and told me that I was selected to be his latest victim of his kink games. I had remembered him telling me that he loved to randomly kidnap a friend of his and then put them in his kind of torture.
Now, I knew why he invited me to his house. This was all part of his game and since I was the birthday kid, he was going to have fun with me, and I was checkmated. He pulled out a box from his closet and removed an object from it and showed it to me. It was a set of quail pens with different colors on it symbolizing a ritual that will be done on me. I could not see my entire body, but I felt things like circles and dragons being drawn on me. The entire process took approximately 15 minutes and I was tickled by it so I laughed as each stroke was used on my arms, legs, chest, stomach, and face. There was no escaping it. Then, I felt rope being wrapped around each my toes individually making it not possible for me to flex them. At first, I thought it was because he was going to continue tickling me because of the quail pen drawings on my body, and what he did surprised me. He wasted a entire container of honey and caramel when he poured it all over my body putting me in a sticky trap. When he did this, I told him that he went too far and that he needed to stop because I was also thinking of his stuff being damaged and was attempting to be a good friend to him, but then he said the words that no submissive would like to hear. His bed was disposable since he invented the new product in case people like me were captured. He found me attractive because I was skinny and had no muscles or facial hair. Also, he turned on his kinky lifestyle by putting items on my feet, chest, and stomach like pennies, strawberries, and paper. Due to the excess number of honey on my body, he was going to expose me to a romantic side o his tortures. I did not know that he was gay and I was straight. He was hiding secrets from me and I did not like them. When he revealed this to me, I just wanted to ditch him as my friend when he was finished with me.
He then untied me and I fought with my life to escape from this mess. My friendly relationship with him was over so I lunged at him with my body, and barely managed to get him on his floor as I pinned his arms behind his back and called his parents and put it on speaker so he can hear me expressing my disapproval of the way he was treating me, but he then wrapped his legs around my legs and slammed me down. I did not anticipate that he was on the high school wrestling team and that he was stronger. He kicked me in the balls, and I brawled down in pain. He then body slammed me and I was pinned on my stomach. He then grabbed my legs and dragged me down the hall to his attic entrance. I did not wanted to go up there considering that I was already exposed to his dark reality so I rolled into a ball to prevent him from getting me up there when he released my legs and being flexible, it was not difficult for me to do that and I rolled down the hallway as he was chasing me. He kicked me in the butt that released me from my ball position and I was laying on the ground in spread-eagle style. My ex-friend then pinned my face down with his butt as he sat on me. He was not letting up and it was now beginning to feel like he would do anything to keep me as my hostage. Six hours passed before he finally threw me out in the front yard.
I was determined to get my revenge, but that is another story in the making.
The End