I sat in the cab feeling a little bit guilty. I was about to spend a few days away with a guy I had known for a while but hadn't told my partner. While we have a relatively open relationship, there hasn't been much need to lie.
I'm not even sure why I felt this time was necessary. The guy I was about to meet wasn't even an old flame, although we have played several time in the past. But it has been many years since he left the country, and way before I met my partner.
Looking out of the window, I could feel my cock getting hard in my jockstrap, pressing tightly against my jeans. My partner had grabbed at it just before I kissed him goodbye, telling me to have fun but be safe. It was as if he knew I had something planned but as far as he was concerned, I was off for a work in a nearby city.
Perhaps it was that affection with which he kissed me, or the consideration to tell me to be safe, or just the crotch grabbing to remind me how lucky I was to have him, that was causing the guilt.
Not that I even knew what lay ahead this weekend. All I know is that my friend had called me a few weeks ago to say that he was back in town for a few days and wanted to see if we could catch up. Not knowing I was attached, he suggested I spent the few days at the hotel with him just to hang out.
We spoke a lot about it since - I wasn't sure what he wanted exactly but he assured me that he had no expectations.
"Just hanging out for old times sake," he had said. "Reconnect".
We decided that we won't plan anything and that I'd just pack my bags for a couple of nights. There was no expectations of play - maybe just a few drinks to get trashed and rekindle an old friendship.
We used to be really good friends and I really missed him so I agreed. But for some reason, I couldn't find a way to explain this to my partner and hence, made up the story about going away for work.
My partner usually locks me in chastity when I travel for work but I managed to convince him that this time it was only for a couple of days. I joked that it would be nice to have my dick free so that I could see if there was anything exciting on Grindr when I got in. He just shrugged and said okay.
I must have been lost in my thoughts really deep because the cab driver suddenly turned around and told me that we had arrived. The hotel was about 40 minutes from my place and the journey went by really quickly.
Apologising profusely for being distracted, I paid the cab driver and carried my small bag of luggage out and walked towards the reception. I gave the receptionist the room number my friend had asked me to call up to. She looked at me, asked for my name and said that there was a message left for me when I told her.
The message was in an envelope. I opened it and in it were two cards - one to open the hotel room door and the other, read: "Am out. Make yourself comfortable".
In the elevator heading up, I was a little pissed off. I've made the effort to come visit him and he couldn't even wait to say hi after all these years? Still fuming, I opened the hotel room door to notice that all the lights were turned off and the dark curtains closed so it was pitch black. It must be one of those hotels where you have to insert the key card into a slot to power up the room.
I took a step in and tried to put my hand out to feel for the key slot when I suddenly felt myself falling onto the sofa next to the door.
Almost immediately, a dark cloth bag was put over my head and my hands were being pulled to my back hurting me so much that I couldn't make a sound or exclaim. I wanted to call out my friend's name - is this a joke? - but I only felt winded.
Before I could regain my bearings to figure out what was happening, I felt cold metal on my wrist. Handcuffs! And then quickly, someone was winding duct tape across my mouth over the cloth so I couldn't even speak. My legs were also cuffed and connect to the wrist cuffs. In less than 30 seconds, I was hogtied, gagged and unable to see anything.
I felt myself being carried further into the room - so there had to be more than one person - and then ungraciously dumped onto the floor. Then I heard a door close and realised that I have been put in the closet. Then I heard a louder bang. They had left the room.
All these questions popped into my head - was I being kidnapped? Who was this? I've not seen my friend in ages - was it really him who wrote to me? How many people were there? What did they want with me?
Then panic set in. No one knew where I was. As far as my partner was concerned, I was on the way to work in a city three hours away. The hotel staff knew I was here but I had voluntarily walked into the elevator and the room. There would have been no indication to anyone that the person who had booked this room would be doing this to me.
I'm not sure how long I was left in there but I dozed in and out of consciousness. Even when they eventually returned and took me out of the closet, I was limp, tired and confused from grogginess of sleeping that I could barely struggled when they uncuffed my hands and legs one at a time and stripped me.
They sat me on a chair and restrained me tightly that I could barely move anything other than my fingers and toes. I felt them put a collar on me which didn't allow me to move my neck at all. It was at that point that they cut the tape and pulled off the hood.
"Hey!" I shouted, free to talk at last. Not for long thought as a bit gag was immediately put on me. But as my eyes adjusted to the light from having been in the dark for so long, I realised that attached to the collar was a set of blinders which meant I could only look in front - right at a laptop playing heavy bondage porn. They put a set of headphones on me which played the sound from the porn.
I'm not sure if it was the hot show I was watching, but I relaxed at that point. I realised that I wasn't being kidnapped for ransom or anything. This was a sexual abduction - the fact that I was in a posture collar with blinders meant that this was someone with fetish gear.
So, it was my friend after all. It was slightly disconcerting though because there was no indication that this was going to happen, and he hasn't said a word. But I knew I was hard and told myself to enjoy it. I was probably going to be released in a while anyway.
Little did I know.
