I should have known the revenge would be thorough, but I never expected anything like this.
I suppose you're going to be curious now what the revenge was for to deserve such a treatment. It's complicated, OK? I'm not proud of how I acted. I had some growing up to do. I probably deserved something. But she exceeded all expectations and then some.
Jessie and I were both freshman at a well-known engineering university. I hope it doesn't sound like bragging to say that everyone at this school was crazy smart, but Jessie was in a league of her own. She was one of those students where you wondered why she was going a school and not just teaching the classes. She was always humble and approachable though, and let's just say I pretty much fell in love with her right away.
My approach to getting her to love me back though, in retrospect, left quite a bit to be desired. The last time I saw her, before we parted she had told me, softly, so that only I could hear, that she would teach me a lesson. That it could happen at any time. And that I would never forget it. I hadn't been so obtuse as to ignore a subtle hint like that, and gave up on the idea of Jessie and me.
It early Monday morning and I was still asleep in my dorm room. I'd all but forgotten the events of a few weeks prior. I sleep in just my underwear, and as it was a warm night I was using just a thin top sheet as covering. My roommate was staying over at his girlfriend's as he normally does on Sunday nights.
I first knew there was something wrong when I suddenly felt a heavy weight pushing me down into the bed. I startled awake and attempted to sit upright but quickly discovered that my hands were already tightly bound behind me. As I opened my eyes I found I was blindfolded.
In my shock and anger, I started to shout but what came out was more of an incomprehensible gurgle as there was something in my mouth. I screamed louder but as I did so the gag got tighter and was something was forced deeper into my throat. I was able to make one final strangled gagging/coughing sound before I found I was unable to make any sound at all.
All this required just a few seconds and now the adrenaline was coursing through every artery. In deciding what the appropriate reaction to the situation might be, my brain stem bypassed whatever logic I might attempt to impose and settled on "flight." I kicked my legs out violently to get some purchase but now discovered that they, too were already bound tightly together. As I struggled, my knees were slowly ratcheted in toward my chest. My ankles were similarly ratcheted toward my butt. Soon I was in a tight ball, and could not move either my arms or legs more than a centimeter in any direction.
My terrified, panicked breathing fortunately was not interrupted.
Hopelessly bound, blind, and gagged. I had never felt more helpless in my life. What the hell was happening? No explanation was forthcoming however and I found myself rolled unceremoniously off the bed and I fell a few feet to the floor. I heard the sound of a zipper as what must have been a duffel bag or suitcase or something was closed around me. I could hear my rapid breathing, my heartbeat pounding in my ears, and the sound of suitcase wheels rolling on the floor of the dorm hallway.
The wheeling sound continued for several minutes as I slowly managed to come down from my adrenaline high. I had some time with only my own thoughts to think through the situation and try to imagine why anyone would be doing this to me. My parents aren't rich. My net worth was deeply negative after signing on the dotted line for those student loans. None of this made any sense.
Finally the motion stopped and I was tipped out the bag and onto a cold smooth surface. Polished concrete. Where the hell was I now? There was no way I was very far from my dorm room.
I once again attempted to struggle but found it just as futile as before. I heard the clicking of a metal clip onto the band around each of my wrists, and then onto my ankles. I could not imagine why any further restraint could be required, but I soon heard the sound of a motor whirring. There was a pull on those clips and I found myself being pulled around until I was lying on my stomach on the floor with my arms and ankles pulled up behind me.
There was a sort of metallic pinging sound and suddenly my ankles were loosened from my butt and I was able to straighten my legs slightly. After another few seconds and another pinging sound released my knees. I at last stretched out my legs. Before any thoughts of escape managed to fully form I found the slack was taken out of the line connected to my ankles and my legs stretched out straight behind me, with my arms still bound behind me as my chest and face were pressed into the cold concrete.
One more pinging sound and my wrists were released as well. I instinctively pulled them around to push off the ground to get my face off the concrete but as I did so once again I found the slack in the lines on my wrists removed and my wrists pulled away from me. Now my legs were stretched behind me, while my arms were pulled out ahead of me and apart in a Y shape. My whole body arched downward and my crotch and hips were now holding most of my weight against the concrete.
The position was pretty strenuous and I was starting to notice my shoulders were stretched tight and starting to become a bit painful. At this point I felt a finger grab the waistband of my boxer shorts and pull it away from my skin. I tried to twist away but with my muscles already so stretched my efforts were pretty pathetic. I could feel steel against my butt and I heard the sound of scissors slice through one side of the boxers, and then the other. My underwear was pulled away from underneath me and I felt my cock pressing against the floor.
A belt was now buckled around my waist. Another clip was connected to the belt and I soon felt my waist pull up off the ground. At the same time, my arms and legs continued to tighten and I was now suspended completely, face down a few inches from that floor. I could feel the air moving around my dangling cock and balls and suddenly felt very, very naked.
Another belt was attached around my chest and similarly pulled up. I now felt huge relief in my arms and shoulders and I found myself strangely grateful for this small improvement. I heard one last pinging sound and my ankles were now separated, but you're probably not surprised to hear at this point that this simply allowed them to be pulled tighter and away from each other until I was in a spread eagle position. Another two belts were attached to each of my thighs, and two more cables started pulling them apart to display me even more lewdly. My asshole, cock and balls all were totally exposed.
This all happened so quickly and so smoothly that this procedure must all have been very carefully choreographed. At no point from the slightest hint of wakefulness until now did I have the smallest hope of escape. Every action of mine so far has served only to cause me to fall further into captivity and brought me to where I now was. Wherever that was.
I now felt a cold, wet sensation on my ass as something was squirted onto me. A pair of gloved hands started to spread this all over my back, chest, butt, legs, cock and balls until I was totally covered in the slick oil. More was squirted between my asscheeks and I felt a finger rubbing it around my asshole and starting to probe inside it.
It might sound strange, but even as my underwear was cut away I had never really felt this as a sexual situation, but the sensation of this oil rubbing all over me was actually very pleasurable and by this time I was very erect. Hey I was still a perfectly healthy 18 year old after all. I gasped slightly as the finger finally penetrated my asshole and reached inside to press on my prostate.
Now, as much as I'd like to pretend I was a very sexually experienced kid, let's just say that this feeling was something of a revelation to me. The closest I'd come to something like this was in hentai comics and kinky stories on the internet. My asshole started to clench involuntarily around the finger as I attempted to thrust my hips. But just as quickly as it had entered, the finger was withdrawn.
Moments later something else was pressed into my asshole that was just a bit bigger than the finger. It was semi-soft like silicone, and came to rest inside pressing once again against my prostate. My ass pulled it in eagerly.
Before I could really process was happening, the plan continued. Those hands grabbed my cock and after a few long slow strokes down its completely erect length, I felt a silicone harness of some kind slipped over it. A tight ring was stretched out and released around the base my cock and balls, while another one slipped around the base of my cock above my balls, another in the middle and finally a sort of cap around the whole head. The hands were now withdrawn for the last time.
