In a filthy alley

I got off him, his cum running down my leg. I couldn’t make eye contact as I whispered ashamedly, “I want to be left in an alley, helpless, to be abused by strangers.” I said.

Mark’s cock, wet with our combined juices throbbed, “I thought that was what you were going to say.” He said getting up, “When?” He asked.

I shrugged as he walked across the room, “Does it matter?” I asked.

He pulled open one of the drawers under the TV and pulled out a long velvet bag, “Well, it does based on your cycle, and how many people there are likely to be out.” He said.

He laid the velvet bag down and reached inside. “I mean that is if you are serious?” He queried. I hesitated to respond, but before I did Mark pulled something silver out of the bag. There was a large chrome collar and chain attached to a set of chrome cuffs. In addition there was a set of ankle cuffs with a chain between them. I sat there in wide eyed astonishment, my arousal growing again.

“Each cuff and collar has a spring loaded, magnetic pin holding it in place.” He explained, “The key to the pin, I have on my car keys. There’s a spare, but I don’t think you need to know where that is.” He grabbed his car keys from the nearby stand and triggered the collar pin, hinging it open. “Once this is on, only I can take it off, unless someone wants to try and cut them off.”

I was panting with arousal, “You want to be helpless, this is how. You couldn’t run, you couldn’t fight. You would be at every man’s mercy.” I was shaking as he gently placed the collar around my neck and slid the pin into place. “The chain runs down your back, leaving your hands cuffed behind you.” He then pulled out his mobile phone. “I took the liberty of scouting out some alleys.”

He flicked through a few pictures before stopping, “This one, is about a block from a bar, it’s over in Milton, so not a great suburb but not a **** haven.” It was a brick alley, with a couple of dumpsters in it.

He flicked to the next one. “Forest Park, this one is between two tenement buildings, and is dead ended, so not as nice an area, but people are less likely to go for a wander down the alley, so you will be less likely to be found.” Grey rendered concrete on one side, brick on the other, newspapers and puddles dotted the alley.

He flicked to the next one and I involuntarily gasped, “This one was kinda gross, there a dog in the alley when I got there, mangy thing. It’s in Riverside, so not real reputable, there is a bar at the far side from where I took the photo.” The alley was filled with turned over trashcans and dumpsters, old pallets, puddles.

“Last one,” he flicked again. It was a picture of a newspaper story, I remembered it from earlier in the year. “Teen gangraped in alley.” He read the title. I remembered the story, a woman was mugged and gangraped in an alley in Oakwood. I shuddered, without being touched an orgasm ran through me. “The other thing we would need to figure out is how long you want to be left there before I come back to get you? An hour? Six?” He asked.

Mark was serious, and I was aroused.