Postby dfl274 » Mon Apr 22, 2013 8:55 pm
Ok! Here's the next part:
The last few weeks had been the best of my life so far. I got enough money from that last job at the creepy house that I was able to pay off all my bills and not worry about anything for a few months at least. I even got some extra cash someone mailed to me by mistake. I figured it had to have been a mistake because I came home one day and someone slipped a manila envelope under my door. When I opened it I found 500 dollars inside!
My luck was on fire! I got a little restless sitting around so I used some of the extra money to buy a gym membership. Impulse buy for sure. I kept myself in shape but I never had the desire to go to a gym until recently. Now I found myself hooked. I wanted to go everyday and keep going even after my body wore out. I guess this was what all those jocks talked about when they said they were addicted to exercise.
Things were going so good for me but I had this nagging feeling in the back of my brain. That feeling of when you know you forgot something important and you were trying to remember what it was. There were still those 2 bizarre days where I couldn't remember anything of what happened. I couldn't remember where I was or what I did. If I thought about it long enough I'd start to drive myself crazy so I just went to the gym to take my mind off of it.
I found myself enjoying staring in the mirror at my body transforming. I bought some of those super-tight clothes that the gym rats wore. I always thought those guys looked ridiculous wearing skin tight shorts and shirts, but now…seeing how my muscles were changing I kinda like it. Seems to strange to think about that not all that long ago I would spend most of my time when I wasn't stealing something that I was just sitting around my apartment drinking beers and watching tv. Now I'm like some exercise freak. Funny how life changes like that.
I met some girl at the gym. I enjoyed watching her eye me down every time I came in. She'd look at me in the mirror and then quickly look away with a nervous giggle and hair flip. She had a banging body, giant boobs and hardly any IQ. Perfect. I pretty much nailed her anytime I felt like it. After a few days though, I called it off. Something was missing. I wasn't sure what but I was looking for something and she didn't have it. Kinda nuts to think about. Not that long ago I would have done anything to get a girl like that in bed. Oh well, I thought. I had me to think about, and damn I was looking good.
One night I came home sweaty and worn out from another marathon session at the gym and found another surprise waiting for me. I opened the door to my apartment and there was another manila envelope laying on the floor. I felt butterflies in my stomach. The last envelope had 500 bucks in it, what would this one have?
I quickly tore it open and inside was a DVD in a plastic case. Nothing else. My excitement quickly turned to disappointment. I tossed the DVD on the kitchen counter and jumped in the shower. After cleaning myself up I slipped on some new under armor I just bought. Pants, long sleeve shirt all skin tight to show off my muscles. But to be honest, I didn't do it to show them off to other people but to myself. I liked seeing it, I wasn't really sure why and yeah it was a little creepy. It seemed like this lycra stuff was all I wore anymore. Why not, though? I practically lived in the gym these days. I also put on a pair of ankle socks and my trainers.
I grabbed the DVD, popped it in the player and threw myself on the couch. The disk was unlabeled so it was probably someone's wedding video or something. Although…maybe it had some info on it. You never know…something I could use to hit another house. I hit play and settled back to watch what I was expecting to me some boring couple's honeymoon to Cancun or something.
The video started and it was in black and white with the date and time stamped in the corner. The video was shot over-head, like a camera mounted in a ceiling. I looked a lot like security video. There was no audio. I saw 2 men in some kind of lab. One was standing in the corner of the room, the other was typing away on a computer. In the center of the video was a large black shiny object on a steel table. It was smooth and very large, almost the size of a person. It actually could have been a person because it had what looked like a head but there were no arms or legs. It almost looked like a large worm but it was strapped down to the table with thick leather straps.
The two men walked up to it and started touching it. One man was just about naked the other was wearing a long-sleeve shirt and slacks. They kept touching the black object, running their hands up and down it almost sensually. Then I saw it move. It started wriggling a little and I noticed there was something on the head looking part. It looked like glasses and a light was flashing underneath it.
The naked guy picked up some kind of small square device and placed on the lower middle part of the shiny black worm. The clothed guy then took a needle and stuck it into the worm, injecting it with something. I saw the movements of the worm start to change. It slowed and became less frantic, more…rhythmic. The naked guy turned a knob on the device he placed on it and the worm really started reacting to it. Wriggling slowly, almost rippling under the straps.
What the hell kind of movie was this? Some kind of cheesy horror movie? I couldn't really tell but something about it all seemed very familiar. This scene continued for some time and I started fast forwarding until I got to a point where it they started taking the straps and the glasses off it. The device on the lower part of it was removed. The worm kept moving but it didn't seem like it was trying to get away. It was hard to tell in the video but I swear once they took the glasses off I saw eyes, human eyes.
This was creeping me out. Not just because it was so bizarre but because something about the whole thing resonated with me. Like I had seen this before. As I started feeling myself begin to freak out the video cut out. There was a lot of static and then another video started up.
It was similar to the one before it. A black and white video with no audio, taken from above, like security camera footage. Only this was a small room with lots of boxes stacked up and some folding chairs against a wall. I saw a door open and 4 men enter. They were wearing all black, shiny, like plastic or rubber or leather. 3 of them carried what looked like rope in their hands, a lot of it. The 4th one, who was smaller than the other 3 was not holding any rope but stood with his head bowed so I couldn't see his face.
Once all 4 of them were in the room one of them closed the door and the 3 men holding the rope attacked the smaller guy. They started tying him up very tightly. Wrapping his body up with what looked like miles of rope. The smaller guy did nothing to stop them. He just let them do it. Again my brain was feeling like I saw this before but I couldn't remember at all where. It started driving me crazy.
Then the tied up man fell to his knees. Then to the floor. One of the 3 men who tied him up left the room and returned with what looked like a short, thick black belt. He tied it around the smaller man's mouth and strapped it behind his head. As soon as he did this the smaller man fell to the floor and started writhing around, like he enjoyed it. As he rolled around I finally got a look at his face.
I immediately hit pause on the remote for the DVD player and sat there frozen, staring in shock at the image on the tv. That was…me. No it couldn't be. It was impossible. He just looked like me. I hit the slow forward button and until the video showed the tied up guy's face in a better angle. I jumped out of my seat and knelt right in front of the tv.
"Thats me. What the fuck!? Thats me!" I yelled out loud in disbelief. I jumped up on my feet and started pacing around the room. There's no way in hell. I'd remember if something like that happened to me. My mind was reeling. What was I seeing!? And what was that figure in the first video that…worm…on the table?
"This is insane. This is crazy! What is going on?" was all I kept repeating as I paced around the room in confusion. Then, suddenly, there was a knock at my door. I tensed up and darted over to the tv quickly shutting it off. And ran over to the door.
"Who is it?" I said thru the door like a junkie in the paranoid stage.
"Police, sir. We're looking for a man named Michael Evans" was the gruff reply. I froze. Did they know I robbed that house? Was it about the envelope? My mind starting springing into action going over scenarios and escape plans at lightning speed.
I opened the door a bit and left the chain locked. There was a cop standing out there. Looked like a motorcycle cop, which was a little odd. I don't remember seeing any motorcycle cops in this town.
"Whats this about?" I said thru the crack of the door.
"We just want to ask him some questions. We know he had seen a woman named Leslie Taylor. She's in some trouble and we need some help tracking her down" he replied. A wave of relief passed over me. I mean sure part of me felt bad that dumb bimbo may be in trouble, but shit…thank GOD it wasn't me!
"Sure sure, hang on let me open the door" I said and closed the door, unlocking it and removing the chain. I opened it up and said "come on in." The motorcycle cop stepped in to the room and took a quick glance around with his eyes, I saw him set down a kind of satchel near the door. One that could sit on a motorcycle seat.
"Just you?" I said. He turned and looked at me curiously. "I thought you guys always traveled in pairs?" I asked, closing the door.
"Not always" he replied. "Are you Michael Evans?" he asked unzipping his jacket.
"Yes, sir. What can I do for you?" I swear this cop looked familiar. His face…so angular and chiseled, his body so tight, muscular and tall. He looked like someone I had met before.
The cop reached inside his jacket and pulled out a photo. It was the girl from the gym.
"Do you know this woman?" he asked holding the photo up.
"Yes" I responded, "Thats Leslie. We used to date not that long ago."
"Do you know where she is now?" he asked.
"No. We stopped dating a few weeks ago and I haven't seen her since." I answered. The cops eyes glanced around the room. "Is she in some kind of trouble?" I asked.
"You could say that.." he replied. "We need to ask her some questions and were hoping you could help us track her down. Do you mind if I ask you some questions about her?"
"No not at all" I said, relieved that whatever trouble she was in had nothing to do with me. "Do you want something to drink?" He just shook his head. Again my brain tried clicking something together…so damn familiar! Went to the fridge and grabbed a beer. I motioned the cop to a chair and threw myself on the couch.
"So what do you want to know?" I asked. He unzipped his jacket all the way and sat down in the chair. I noticed that his uniform was very tight. Unusually tight and showed off a rather fit set of muscles underneath. The dress shirt and pants were tan, with a black stripe. His leather gear, the boots, belt, jacket and gloves were all polished. His boots especially had an almost mirror finish to them. It looked like this gear had never been worn before. The colors were strange too, I thought the cops in this town had blue and white uniforms. Maybe this guy was new. But for a new guy he seemed damn familiar.
He proceeded to ask me a bucket list of questions about the girl. Where did she come from, how old she was, what she looked like. Standard kind of stuff. As he asked me questions I found myself gazing at this guy. He was very attractive. And that uniform, it was sparking something inside me. Like trying to start up a car in the cold.
"So you look like someone who spends a lot of time in the gym." he said. The statement threw me off guard. What a strange question to ask. "So do I." he finished.
"Well yeah I can sort of tell that, " I responded slightly confused. He smiled at me and leaned back in the chair, extending his legs out and folding his arms behind his head. He never did take his helmet off. I found myself staring at his boots, I had this sudden urge to do something but I wasn't sure what. He must have noticed my distraction.
"Something wrong?" he asked sternly. I sort of snapped up right away.
"No no, nothing I was just…" I was searching for words nervously, "looking at your uniform. I've never seen any cops around here wearing that. Are you new?"
"Familiar with the local police are you?" he asked inquisitively. I felt a wave of nervous tension build in my throat. The last thing I needed now was to go to jail.
"No not really, I just see you guys around town sometimes and I never saw anyone dressed like that." I stammered. He grinned slightly.
"Yeah you could say I'm new." he answered crossing his ankles, his legs extended as far as they could go. He was getting far too comfortable, and the more comfortable he got the more nervous I got. "You like this uniform? You like my boots?" The question threw me off guard.
"What?" I asked, feeling my heart start to beat and my eyes, constantly going back to his boots.
"Well you can't seem to take your eyes off them." he said rather casually to me. This was taking a very strange turn and I felt myself suddenly wanting him out of here.
"Look officer…Derek?" I said glancing at his name tag. "Are we done 'cause its getting late and I'm tired."
He grinned widely and leaned forward a bit. "Almost…" he nearly whispered and I started to feel a bit light-headed.
"Wait a minute..officer Derek?" I suddenly noticed something strange. "Aren't you supposed to have your last name on that?" Things weren't adding up right here. And that name…Derek…it triggered something deep in my brain. He stood up and zipped up his jacket.
"Normally." he answered. "But for me, its appropriate." He turned and headed towards the door. I stood up, glad to see him leaving. But part of me seemed to not want him to go.
"Alright well if you need anything else just let me know." I said. He didn't answer, he just walked over to the door and locked it then grabbed the satchel he set down on the floor.
"Umm what are you doing?' I asked him sharply and headed over to the door. He stood right in front of me, blocking me and stared into my eyes.
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with, Michael. " he said almost seductively. I found myself staring intently into his eyes, almost getting lost in them and my head was buzzing like I just had a shot of something really strong.
"Uh ok." I groggily replied. He slowly walked me backwards near the chair and set his satchel down on it.
"You look like you've been busy, Michael," he said softly to me, his gloved hand started rubbing my chest. "I'm liking this new look, lycra suits the new you." he said with a wink. I pushed his hand away and turned around from him.
"I think you should leave, sir. I'm not into this." I said to him feeling myself getting nauseous. He stepped right behind me, I could feel his breath on my neck and a part of me really liked it.
"Oh I think you are, Michael. More than you know." he whispered into my ear and I felt like my muscles were going to give out on me and I'd collapse on the floor. He reached into his satchel and pulled something out.
"Just relax.." he continued whispering in my ear behind me "I know what you want, I know what you've been missing all this time." I then felt him gently pulling my hands behind my back. The creaking sound of his leather jacket was soothing in my ears, the feel of his tight leather gloves sent tingles up and down my arms. And the smell…the smell of that leather was intoxicating. I felt something soft wrap around my wrists and realized, he's tying me up.
The realization of what he was doing set off a conflict inside my brain. My first instinct was to resist, to fight and get away…but an even more powerful, deeper urge was telling me to submit. To let him tie me up. The conflict was totally mental, my body was nearly paralyzed. So much sensory input was overloading me…so many conflicting emotions leaving me unable to act.
He continued wrapping the rope around my wrists, snuggly, tightly but not tight enough as to cause discomfort. It was good enough that I wasn't able to get out even if I wanted to, which right now I didn't. The feel of that rope binding my wrists was setting my skin on fire. And I leaned my head back, resting it on his shoulder savoring the waves of electricity that started rolling up and down my body.
One hand he held started running his gloved hand up and down my body from my chest to my stomach. The other hand he started caressing my face and running thru my hair. It was the most sensual and seductive situation I had ever been in. My brain was screaming…this is a MAN. And he's tying me up and he's obviously not a cop. Get out of here…now! But I my body wouldn't answer it. I just rested against him relishing the new triggers of pleasure that were firing inside my nerves faster and faster.
I could feel his body trembling against mine as he reached into his satchel and pulled out another rope. He licked his lips and brought the coil of rope up to my face, rubbing it gently against my cheek.
"This is what you wanted, Michael." he whispered in my ear "Isn't it?" All I could do was nod. My mouth had gone dry my body overwhelmed with the fire in my veins. As he brought the coil of rope down and unravelled it I heard one end of it fall to the floor with a soft thud and felt my heart start pounding in my chest.
Whatever was happening to me was mirrored in my kidnapper. I felt his bulge grow, pressing against the thin lycra fabric covering my backside. He started to wrap the rope around my chest and with each pass making it tighter and more snug but not painfully so. And with each pass the electricity shot thru me, with each pass his hard-on grew harder. For whatever twisted pleasure the tightness of being tied up was giving me, the officer Derek seemed to be getting an equal amount of pleasure at tying me.
I could feel his breathing quicken with each pass of the rope. My own pulse started racing. He pulled out another coil, and another. The satchel seemed to be a bottomless pit of rope. My arms were pulled tightly behind me and cinched together. My already bound wrists tied tightly to the small of my back with a rope around my waist.
My upper body was intricately and expertly bound in beautiful snaking strands of thick, soft white rope. The more he applied, the tighter it became and the more aroused I was with it. He went slowly and methodically. Rubbing his hands over my body, sometimes squeezing me tightly, I relished his leather covered arms embracing me as he tied me up. This was a man, a man was binding me and seducing me, I should be sick but I wasn't. I wanted it. Whatever voice of dissension that was originally in my brain disappeared, consumed by this incredibly powerful feelings of pleasure.
His hands traveled down my sides, over my hips. I felt a strand of rope being held in one hand and his gently caressed my thighs and my ass. As he approached my now engorged member I felt a huge surge of expectation but was greated with a feeling of pleasure so powerful it overwhelmed me. He passed the rope between my thighs connecting one end to the ropes around my waist, passing both ends down on both sides around my penis and scrotum. Then back up pulled tightly inside the crack of my ass. As he tied it off to my wrists I felt the rope sealing my package tightly in the lycra, with the other end of the rope practically raping me it was so tight. I could have fell to the floor in ecstasy at that moment.
He had more plans for me however. He took what remaining rope he had in his bag and tightly tied my legs together. My upper thighs, my lower thighs, my knees above and below, my calves, my ankles. The rope was pressing the lycra against my legs, chest and arms creating such a sensual feeling I never thought possible. It seems as if he had bound ever part of my body save for my head with soft, intricately and beautifully tied rope.
He spun me around and gazed into my eyes. I could see an incredible look of hunger in his eyes. I glanced down and saw his hard-on snaking down the tight breeches he wore. He then pulled me in close. My face savoring the smell and feel of his leather jacket pressed against it. He ran his hands up and down my body squeezing my arms, my ass, my legs with his leather gloves hands.
I was in a state of unparalleled sexual desire. I wanted him to take me, to bind me always and use me. Its all I wanted. All I needed in life. To him it seemed all he wanted was to bind and use me. A match made in heaven. Some twisted, perverted heaven to be sure. But my mind was too overwhelmed to even consider it. Again, I had no idea why or where these feelings were coming from. But with each pass of his hands along my bound body, the tightness of the ropes restraining me, the feelings were completely taking me over.
"Now…" he whispered in my ears, gently pressing his lips against my neck. "the real fun begins". He finished as I felt one hand move up to my mouth and insert a large plugged gag into my mouth and buckle it tightly. The other hand moved down to my tightly roped and lycra encased package. The moment his hand touched, I felt a surge of lightning strike me and I collapsed into his arms groaning in uncontrollable passion, willing, wanting and hoping for whatever he wanted to do to me next.