Tied up in some kind of prison cell

You wake up with a biting headache. The light is too bright and you want to cover your eyes. But your arms are stuck. You try to pull stronger and move. But it is useless. Some kind of bonds keep your whole body in place you can’t move more than a few millimeters. It takes a moment until you can see clearly again. But what you see makes your heart beat faster. You lie on a camp bed in a room. Your wrists and ankles are tightly tied to the bed and your body is held in place by two thick, tightened leather belts. And not only this. With shock you notice, that you are also completely naked. And all your body hair has been removed.

Carefully and frightened you look around. You are in the strangest room you ever saw. Three walls look like they are made of gray stone tiles. But the wall in front of you is different. A lattice wall made of several metal rods at short intervals. There also is a door in the same style. It looks like a cage or a prison cell. The furnishings are sparse and actually resemble an old-fashioned prison cell. There is the camp bed with two leather belts in the middle and slings at the head and foot ends, as well as the middle too, an open shower with tub sunk into the floor is in a corner, a small shelf with towels is next to the shower and a normal toilet is also installed at the wall. And there is a number of steel rings on the back wall.

“Ah, my boy is awake,” a well-known voice says and Sophia appears on the other side of the bars, “I hope you slept well. I tried to not be too rough, but this isn’t easy without feedback.”

Sophia has changed. Her casual clothes from before are gone and instead she wears a bathrobe and black boots. She smiles pleased and watches you like a cat watches a bird in a cage.

“Sophia?” you mumble shocked and try unsuccessfully to cover your cock, “What the … where are we? What happened?”

“Well, you are still in my basement and just a few meters away from the place where you collapsed,” Sophia explains and looks up and down on you, “you were out for about eight hours. It is close to midnight. A little early for a morning wood, but I understand. I was surprised at first how long the sleeping **** needed to knock you out. I was sure you would not manage to carry more than three or four boxes. You are stronger than I thought. That is good. Very good. We can use this.”

You need some time to process all the things Sophia just said. Nothing of this makes sense. Well, at least you understand where you are now. The room behind the bars is the basement. So, you are not in the separate room you saw earlier. But it had not lattice wall last time.

“Sophia, what is this shit about?” you ask angry, “this prank goes much too far. Open this door and untie me for fucks sake!”

“Prank?” Sophia asks amused and giggles slightly, “oh, my dear boy, this is not a prank. I’m afraid you will be my guest for a while.”

You need a moment to fully understand what she just said. This can’t be true. Sophia just revealed to you that she is a kidnapper and you her victim. This would cost her anything. Her license, . She must be joking. But her face, her look, her body language and her voice tell you otherwise.

“Why are you doing this?” you ask irritated and still try to hide your cock, “I … I mean … do you … do you need help? I can help you. Nobody needs to know about this. We can look for help together.”

“How sweet,” Sophia says amused and giggles a little, “you think I’m crazy and want to help your beloved old babysitter. I must disappoint you. I have neither any mental illness nor intention to get help from anybody. But you deserve an answer. The truth is, I’m just fed up. For the last two years I’m back on the dating marked. Let’s be honest. I’m not too old, infect I’m a true bombshell. I’m healthy and work in a high position in a respectable branch. Still, it seems the only guys interested in me are either creeps in the internet, drunkards in bars who look for a quick one-night stand and fucking liars who promise me love and flowers but ghost me after they had their fun. I have worked my ass off to get in my position. I took care of sick people for years, endured lusty comments from my male coworkers and I can’t even count how often I worked over time because another idiot drove drunken like a sailor against some stupid tree. Then, a few months ago I finally understand, that I have to care for myself. And that if I want a lover I can rely on, I probably just can’t let him have any other options. And the choice felt on you. Which I’m sorry for, since you did nothing wrong to me. But the decision is made. You are my new lover. Well, not exactly. Lover is not the right word. Maybe it is toy. Or pet. Or ****.”

You can’t believe what Sophia just said. And especially how much she enjoyed the last three sentences. She can’t be serious. Sophia, the woman who always were like a big sister for you, being a kidnapper and wants you to keep as some kind of bizarre sex ****.

“Sophia, this is not funny,” you reply shocked, “let me go! You can’t do this to me.”

“I can’t?” Sophia asks sweet and watches you smiling, “well I guess we will see about that. For now, not much things speak for your theory. I guess you assume your parents would somehow grow suspicious about you not calling or sending them text messages. It is a shame your mobile phone pin was so easy to find out. You should clean your display more often. Your fingerprints told me the four numbers you used most often. And your writing style is not hard to fake either. Want to see what nice things >you< told them about your visit at my home?”

“Why me?” you ask still shocked about the cold and calculating nature your former babysitter shows, “there must be tons of men who would even pay for such a treatment.”

“That’s indeed a good question.” Sophia mumbles and takes a deep breath, “I assume you now hope for an answer like I had some kind of crush on you since I was babysitting you but could never follow it because you were under age. That would flatter your male ego, right? Sadly, the answer is much simpler. My dungeon was almost finished when your parents told me about their cruise. I just realized you are an easy victim. Strong and not bad looking, but gullible and with nobody around to miss you. At least for a few weeks. And now, my lovely boytoy, we have talked enough. I had several hours of preperation and it was not all cakewalk. I want a first taste of the fruits of my labor. Right now!”