Alex woke up with a sudden gasp.
He felt very fuzzy in the head...almost hungover. His body felt exhausted and his limbs were sore. He went to stand up but found himself fully secured to a metal chair was steel wrist restraints on his wrists and ankles. The only clothing on his body was a pair of shorts. He felt some discomfort in his private area but had no idea what it could be. Alex was starting to realize he not only didn't know where he was...he could not remember literally anything. One strange thing that stuck out to him was how ridiculously horny he felt. It was something that hit him immediately and felt distracting and frustrating.
The steel restraints on his wrists and ankles suddenly sprung unlocked, freeing Alex from the chair. As he stood up he tried to keep his balance. He looked around. The only things in this room were the chair and a flat screen tv sitting on a stand in front of it. Their was no windows. Alex turned around and saw the door. Alex exited the room and found that he seemed to be upstairs in a completely normal looking looking house. As he went downstairs he saw several interesting pictures framed on the walls. The men were all seen posing in what looked like fetish gear. Men decked out in bdsm/leather gear smoking cigars, furries and pups, lots of fit men taking group photos in skin tight rubber suits. A lot of these pictures seemed to be in some sort of club. The next interesting thing Alex noticed was a calender on the kitchen fridge. It appeared to be October and every day of the week from the 1st to the 30th had an X through it. So it is the 31st? Alex thought.
Alex heard what sounded like faint chatter and pulled the curtain over above the kitchen sink.
"Ahhhh!!!" Alex screamed, jumping back startled.
A group of guys were visible right outside of the window peering in and smiling excitingly at him. They looked amused at his confusion and fear. "What the fuck is going on?! What are yoy guys looking at?!" Alex yelled at them. He got no response only continued amusement and laughter.
Alex saw the door to exit the house and stormed out. His jaw dropped upon stepping out into the daylight. He appeared to be in a very small perfect looking little village. Perfect grass, sidewalks, and roads. Everything seemed so....artifical looking about it to him. The scariest part though, all around Alex were even more men. Some standing with their hands in their pockets watching intently, some grinning and filming or taking pictures on their phones, others joking and around in groups and yelling things at him. He was to overwhelmed to even focus on what they were saying. Their were dozens upon dozens of them.
"What the fuck do you guys want!??? Answer me freaks!!"
His anger only seemed to make them happier. Alex continued yelling until he was red in the face and his vains and muscles popping our. Alex set his sights on one man and proceeded to charge in his direction with his fists balled up. He was ready to fight. Suddenly he heard a whistle sound. He felt his entire body stiffen up. He was completely locked into his own body. A living statue. He saw a very large beefy man dressed like a medieval executioner approaching him. He had the hood and all so Alex could not see who he was. Alex was terrified. His heart raced not knowing what to expect.
The man lifted Alex like it was nothing and carried him over to what looked like a stockade set up in the middle of the town. One was just a normal stockade with a hole for the head and two for your hands. The other was one that seemed to be just for securing your ankles that had a seat with a backing attached to secure the arms about your head. The "executioner" secured Alex to the first stockade. The executioner pulled out a whistle and blew on it. Alex could finally move again. The only issue being that he was now locked in the stock. The executioner pulled out a large black paddle. He walked over to the back of Alex and yanked his shorts down revealing his bare bum.
SMACK
Alex let out a loud yelp as the man cracked the paddle on his bare ass very hard.
He walked back in front of Alex and pulled out a role of tape. He sealed Alex's mouth shut and then grabbed a megaphone to address the crowd. His voice was deep, serious, and booming. Just as intimidating and scary as he looked.
"OKAY IT IS TIME FOR YOU ALL TO HAVE SOME FUN HERE AT STATION 1. REMEMNBER SPANKING ONLY."
The crowd of men began to circle in tighter. One man raced to scoop up the paddle the executioner used before another could.
"Don't mind if I give this a try!" He said excitingly.
Smack after smack Alex yelped as the man kept swinging the paddle at his ass.
All of the men cheered.
"OK ok stop hogging!" Another man protested.
The man doing the spanking passed on the paddle to another. This went on for what felt like a half hour. A few men stepped up preferring to use their bare hands. The worst was when a man pulled a pinwheel put of his pocket and ran it all along Alex's very raw butt cheeks. Finally the executioner ordered everyone step away. He pulled out his whistle and gave a blow. Once again Alex was frozen in place. Could not speak, move, let alone groan or make any type of noise at all. While frozen Alex was moved to the next stockade. His bare soles sticking out of the holes his angles were locked. His arms secured above his head. The whistle was blown and Alex was unfrozen.
The megaphone was picked up again.
"PART 2 OF STATION 1. TICKLING ONLY."
A display of feathers and brushes was set next to Alex.
The men one again circled in.
Some men sat in the grass and used the brushes to aggressively scrub Alex's soles with them. Alex could only laugh his muffled laugh and try to scream for mercy through his gag any moment he was lucky to catch his breathe. His pits were very bad. One man on each side of him dug in hard.
"Mmmmm! Hahhmmmmmm!" Alex protested through his sealed mouth.
"Sorry mate, we can't quite understand you" one of the men said, earning some laughs.
One man was dedicated to being as subtly irritating as possible. He used a feather and just lightly trailed in around Alex's ear, nose, neck ect. Alex honestly wanted to break out and hit him...and then all the rest. Sweat was beginning to pour off of Alex. It was getting harder and harder to breathe woth how hard he was laughing and how hard it was to only take in air through his nose at the same time. He started to actually panic that he might lose consciousness soon. Thankfully a half hour had gone bye and all of the men were finally stopped and backed away. The executioner unlocked the stocks. He didn't even freeze Alex in place. Alex pulled up his shorts and his eyes began to dart around looking for an exit. The executioner meanwhile wasn't even paying attention to him, he was packing up all of the tools he had used.
"Hey! Follow us! We're here to help!"
Alex turned to see 2 guys standing a bit separate from the other clusters of men all around. Both around his age, 25 or 26. Alex ran with them.
The crowd slowly walked in their direction but didn't chase. They kept their distance quite a bit actually. The 2 guys led Alex into one of the buildings in this "town". Inside it looked like an empty bar.
"Who are you guys? What is going on?" Alex asked.
"I'm Felix, this is my partner Oliver".
Felix was pretty fit. He was bald and tattoo'd up with a goatee. Oliver had more of a handsome hipster vibe going. Clean cut short brown hair. Glasses. Tight clothes. They seemed very kind and approachable. Alex felt comfortable with them.
"We have no idea what is happening either. It seems like all of these people are brainwashed. We have been looking for other people who don't seem under control. We're lucky we stumbled upon you." Oliver said.
"We need to get you something to eat from out stash bro!" Felix chimed in.
