Donavan was exploring Europe between high school and college. He wasn’t quite sure of what he wanted to study and be so he decided to see the world and get his head together. He knew costs were lower in eastern European countries so once he arrived in Europe, he took a train east. He chose a Pension in a lower cost part of town, a little run down but busy.
Unfortunately, he’d taken a wrong turn and entered the wrong building. He was trying to find his way out when he’d heard voices. He followed the voices, entered the room, and asked if anyone knew the way out. The men were startled and guns were drawn. And suddenly, he felt a hard blow to his head and he slumped to the ground.
And he’d awaken here, trying to deal with what had happened, where he was, and how… how he’d been secured. He could feel he was off the ground, and hanging from what felt like straps. He felt weird. His jaw hurt and he could feel it distended, held open, and some diabolical tube thing deep in his mouth. Some sort of straps blocked part of his vision. He could just see his arms in some sort of buckled leather straps and held up at head height. He could raise them but not lower them. He torso and butt felt cool and there was something around his chest. He could only glance down.
His legs felt like he was wearing pants, but not his crotch or ass. He could smell leather. And his cock, something was on his cock and it was slowly compressing and loosening, up and down, like he was being slowly jerked off. And it just didn’t stop. He was drooling. He tried to fight his bonds but he was held fast and all he could hear was the rubbing of leather and the clang of metal.
Ah, you are awake. Good, I want you to see and experience all this. Your passport says you are Donavan Smith, from… ah… Franklin County Iowa. Well Mr. Donavan Smith, from Franklin County Iowa, I’m afraid you heard a conversation you should not have. Normally we would have killed you, but my friend Sergey, had a much better idea.
We found the key to your Pension room in your clothes and have retrieved your things. You checked out early, so to speak. Well Donavan, or should I call you Don, no not Don. Boy, that’s better. Boy, I’m afraid that you life has changed forever, and not for the better. I suspect eventually you’ll learn to deal with it but…
I’m afraid we are disposing of the old ‘Donavan Smith,’
The voice went quiet, he watched two men dressed in black military gear, open his backpack, with everything in it, and empty it onto a fire. One of the men stepped close to him, and showed him his documents, first, his plane ticket was thrown into the fire, then each of his credit cards. The man pulled out his Iowa Driver’s License and dropped it into the flames.
The other man picked up the clothes and shoes he had just been wear, and each item was dropped into the fire. He watched in horror as they were burned. Finally, the man with the voice he’d heard stepped into his view.
This the last of Donavan Smith.
He watched as the man tore pages out of his passport and through them into the fire, until finally there was just the cover and the main page with his identification information and picture. And the man lowered it and dropped it into the fire.
Nnnnnnnnuuuuuuuuuuufgggggghhhhhhh
I’m afraid so, you old life is gone.
Uuuummmmmmmmmmgggggggff
Quiet
He saw the man’s hand rise to his neck and push. The rod already deep in his mouth was pushed in and he felt it be forced into and down his throat. He gagged almost instantly and sort of panicked.
Ggggggggguuuuuuuuuuuuuuphggggggggg
See what happens when you are not quiet. Now that rod has other function too, and you’ll soon get a chance to discover what they are.
Now. Before you leave us…
Nnnnnuuuuunnnn
You need to see yourself, and why you feel how you feel.
An iPad was held up before him with a picture of himself. He realized the iPad was his, but he was too overwhelmed by what he saw. How he was hanging from chains in some sort of leather straps, How his wrists were held up, the straps round his chest, the diabloical device over his head and that rod. He was naked but for the straps and rod, and some sort of leather leggings, like motorcycle chaps, oh yes, chaps. The only clothing he had on. And his cock, and that device. It was slowly sort of messaging his cock, and he was hard, even with his fear he was hard, why?
We’re so happy to see your nipples, well call them tits, have been pierced already. We decided to call a friend who’s on his way now. He’s going to replace your bars with some nice 3 centimeter diameter rings made of 4 milimeter thick stainless steel. He feels he can stretch your tits enough for the 4mm rings. Since he’s here he’s going to put a matching ring in your nose. I’m afraid that will hurt as he had to punch a 4mm hole in your cartilage. But it’s essential for your new look and function. And lets just say pain is part of that too.
Nnnnnnnnuuuuuuuuuuufgggggghhhhhhh
Now, I need to leave, but that gentleman over there in the orange jumpsuit, boots, and hood will keep an eye on you while the piercer and a couple of your trainer arrive. You might note how the gentleman is dressed, or geared up as he calls it as that might be in your future. He’ll come over and keep an eye on you.
Oh, one last thing, you sent that picture to all your contacts on your iPad’s mailing list with a note that you have discovered that you are really gay and into BDSM, leather, and fetish and will be disappearing. Then your email address was deleted. And not to worry, the message’s & picture’s metadata have been altered and the message was sent from a VPN.
Goodbye boy.
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Donavan was exploring Europe between high school and college. He wasn’t quite sure of what he wanted to study and be so he decided to see the world and get his head together. He knew costs were lower in eastern European countries so once he arrived in Europe, he took a train east. He chose a Pension in a lower cost part of town, a little run down but busy.
Unfortunately, he’d taken a wrong turn and entered the wrong building. He was trying to find his way out when he’d heard voices. He followed the voices, entered the room, and asked if anyone knew the way out. The men were startled and guns were drawn. And suddenly, he felt a hard blow to his head and he slumped to the ground.
And he’d awaken here, trying to deal with what had happened, where he was, and how… how he’d been secured. He could feel he was off the ground, and hanging from what felt like straps. He felt weird. His jaw hurt and he could feel it distended, held open, and some diabolical tube thing deep in his mouth. Some sort of straps blocked part of his vision. He could just see his arms in some sort of buckled leather straps and held up at head height. He could raise them but not lower them. He torso and butt felt cool and there was something around his chest. He could only glance down.
His legs felt like he was wearing pants, but not his crotch or ass. He could smell leather. And his cock, something was on his cock and it was slowly compressing and loosening, up and down, like he was being slowly jerked off. And it just didn’t stop. He was drooling. He tried to fight his bonds but he was held fast and all he could hear was the rubbing of leather and the clang of metal.
Ah, you are awake. Good, I want you to see and experience all this. Your passport says you are Donavan Smith, from… ah… Franklin County Iowa. Well Mr. Donavan Smith, from Franklin County Iowa, I’m afraid you heard a conversation you should not have. Normally we would have killed you, but my friend Sergey, had a much better idea.
We found the key to your Pension room in your clothes and have retrieved your things. You checked out early, so to speak. Well Donavan, or should I call you Don, no not Don. Boy, that’s better. Boy, I’m afraid that you life has changed forever, and not for the better. I suspect eventually you’ll learn to deal with it but…
I’m afraid we are disposing of the old ‘Donavan Smith,’
The voice went quiet, he watched two men dressed in black military gear, open his backpack, with everything in it, and empty it onto a fire. One of the men stepped close to him, and showed him his documents, first, his plane ticket was thrown into the fire, then each of his credit cards. The man pulled out his Iowa Driver’s License and dropped it into the flames.
The other man picked up the clothes and shoes he had just been wear, and each item was dropped into the fire. He watched in horror as they were burned. Finally, the man with the voice he’d heard stepped into his view.
This the last of Donavan Smith.
He watched as the man tore pages out of his passport and through them into the fire, until finally there was just the cover and the main page with his identification information and picture. And the man lowered it and dropped it into the fire.
Nnnnnnnnuuuuuuuuuuufgggggghhhhhhh
I’m afraid so, you old life is gone.
Uuuummmmmmmmmmgggggggff
Quiet
He saw the man’s hand rise to his neck and push. The rod already deep in his mouth was pushed in and he felt it be forced into and down his throat. He gagged almost instantly and sort of panicked.
Ggggggggguuuuuuuuuuuuuuphggggggggg
See what happens when you are not quiet. Now that rod has other function too, and you’ll soon get a chance to discover what they are.
Now. Before you leave us…
Nnnnnuuuuunnnn
You need to see yourself, and why you feel how you feel.
An iPad was held up before him with a picture of himself. He realized the iPad was his, but he was too overwhelmed by what he saw. How he was hanging from chains in some sort of leather straps, How his wrists were held up, the straps round his chest, the diabloical device over his head and that rod. He was naked but for the straps and rod, and some sort of leather leggings, like motorcycle chaps, oh yes, chaps. The only clothing he had on. And his cock, and that device. It was slowly sort of messaging his cock, and he was hard, even with his fear he was hard, why?
We’re so happy to see your nipples, well call them tits, have been pierced already. We decided to call a friend who’s on his way now. He’s going to replace your bars with some nice 3 centimeter diameter rings made of 4 milimeter thick stainless steel. He feels he can stretch your tits enough for the 4mm rings. Since he’s here he’s going to put a matching ring in your nose. I’m afraid that will hurt as he had to punch a 4mm hole in your cartilage. But it’s essential for your new look and function. And lets just say pain is part of that too.
Nnnnnnnnuuuuuuuuuuufgggggghhhhhhh
Now, I need to leave, but that gentleman over there in the orange jumpsuit, boots, and hood will keep an eye on you while the piercer and a couple of your trainer arrive. You might note how the gentleman is dressed, or geared up as he calls it as that might be in your future. He’ll come over and keep an eye on you.
Oh, one last thing, you sent that picture to all your contacts on your iPad’s mailing list with a note that you have discovered that you are really gay and into BDSM, leather, and fetish and will be disappearing. Then your email address was deleted. And not to worry, the message’s & picture’s metadata have been altered and the message was sent from a VPN.
Goodbye boy.