Eric groaned as he woke up. He must have drunk way too much, because he could barely remember the last things that he did. He remembered being at the bar, and meeting a woman. Her name was Gina, and Eric remembered drinking with her, but that was it. His head felt as if it were going to split in two. "This is going to be one hell of a hangover." He muttered to himself.
Eric rolled his eyes and braced himself for the flood of light. He didn't know how he got home, but it felt as if he were lying on the kitchen floor. He carefully opened his eyes, and was greeted with darkness. That was when he noticed heaviness over his eyes. Something was covering his eyes. He shook his head. He must have been totally smashed if he put his sleeping mask on, then went to sleep in the kitchen. Eric moved to touch his face and remove the mask, but found that he couldn't move his arms. "What the hell?" he muttered in surprise.
Eric flexed his arms again, and found that his wrists were firmly attached to the floor. He tried kicking his legs, and found that they too would not budge. Eric quickly tried to run down the events of the previous night. He remembered meeting Gina, and having quite a few drinks. That was it, the drinks! Eric immediately wanted to kick himself. He didn't even know who the woman was, and yet he let her go to the bar to get some of their drinks. She must have spiked his drink with something. That had to be it. Eric cursed himself. This wasn't supposed to happen to guys. This was the kind of thing that woman had to be on the lookout for. This kind of thing happened to careless women. Eric groaned. It happened to careless women! But it was he who had been careless.
Eric tried to calm down and think himself out of the situation. He couldn't move or see, but would have to be ready when the opportunity for escape presented itself. He tried to guess as to what Gina, if that really was her name, had in store for him. He was certain that she wasn't going to kill him; otherwise she would have done that already. She was going to either hold him for money or she was one seriously kinky chick. Either way, Eric didn't want anything to do with it.
Eric didn't mind some things, but when it came to sex, the man was the one in charge. Male society was forced to treat women as equals in the outside world, but the bedroom was another matter. The bedroom was the male domain. The man controlled the sex. That was the way it always was, and the way it always would be. No matter what those feminist groups tried to push on society.
Eric heard a sound, and then heard a door swing open. He held himself still, and tried to pretend that he was still asleep. Maybe she would release him, and then he could jump her.
"I know that your awake, so quit trying to fool me." Said a voice. It was Gina's voice.
Eric quickly gave up his pretense. "What the hell are you doing? Let me the fuck up!
Now!" he yelled.
Gina laughed. "You don't seem to understand your situation. Do you asshole?" she told him. "Your not in the position to demand anything from me. I've seen you around, acting all cocky and full or yourself. Look at you now, you can't do shit."
"Yeah, well you can't keep me tied down for ever. When I get loose, I'm going to give you an ass beating of a lifetime. " Eric growled in reply.
"Sure you are baby, sure you are." she laughed.
Eric felt something cold press against his cheek. "I could decide that Your not worth the effort, and cut your pathetic throat. Trust me, no one would hear a thing." she warned him, sliding the flat of the blade along his cheek.
Eric went still as he felt the blade. His anger quickly drained away to fear once he realized that she was right. No one knew where he was, and she could do anything that she wanted.
"Look, if you let me go, won't tell anyone. OK?" he said shakily.
"Nah honey. I'll let you go when I want to." she replied. "I think I'm gonna have some fun, but first, we gotta get these clothes off."
Eric's breathe caught in his throat as she slid the knife down his cheek to his neck. She hooked the knife in his shirt, and slowly moved it down, slicing his buttons off one by one. She then ran the knife under his shirt and up his arms, shredding his sleeves. Gina then turned her attention to his pants. She began to slice up one of his legs, ten stopped.
"I hope your cock isn't too big honey. I wouldn't want to accidentally nick it." She said as she resumed cutting. Eric felt far from her statement. He was so frightened that it felt as if his cock were threatening to retreat up into his stomach. His stomach was in knots as she finished cutting his pants open.
"No underwear? My, my, we were ready for a good time." she chuckled. With a few tugs, Gina pulled his tattered clothing from his body, leaving him totally exposed.
"Hmm. Not bad baby." Gina said as she inspected Eric. "Now...down to business."
What are you going to do?" Eric asked in a small voice. He didn't receive a reply, but immediately felt her hand rubbing his flaccid cock. "I'm going to make you better. I'm going to help you be the perfect man." She told him. Despite the circumstance, Eric felt his cock begin to twitch, and she soon had him sporting a raging hard-on.
"See. So many men think with this." she said while stroking his cock. "As long as their cock is happy, they don't care about anything."
Gina stroked his cock faster and faster until Eric knew that he would come soon. He tried to slow himself down. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing him come, but Gina would have none of that. Eric groaned as her lips surrounded the head of his cock. Her mouth slowly descended, engulfing him in hot wetness. She used her mouth and hand to bring him to the very brink of climaxing. Eric could feel his cock begin to swell, and could feel the sperm rocketing to his shaft. The first pulse was racing to his shaft as he felt a strong tightening at the base of his cock.
"I hope you didn't think I was going to let you cum." she teased him.
Eric could only shake his head in frustration as she wrapped a thin leather cord tightly around the base of his cock. Once she had done that, she slipped the cord under his balls, and tied them as well. Eric's cock and balls felt bloated as the cord sectioned them. He could feel his cock pulsing, as if still trying to release the trapped sperm imprisoned in his sack.
"Yeah, now that's nice. He's all ready to please." she said approvingly. "We'll need you in a better position for the next step." she added.
Eric felt her move away, and lay quietly until he felt the floor come alive. He was hauled to his feet, and found that he had been lying on the floor, and was connected to some sort of square frame. His feet were barely touching the floor by the time she was done. Eric felt Gina came near, and step behind him. There was a click of metal, and his let felt free. He tested it, and although the bond was loose, he was still attached.
"Ah-ah. This frame is designed to keep you all nice and secure." she laughed. Gina pushed on the back of his knee, causing his leg to bend. A few more clicks, and he found his legs pushed upward and open. It was almost as if he were squatting in mid air, his cock and balls swaying proudly in front of him.
"Now that things are easier to access, I can clean this toy off." Gina said as she walked around him. She ran her hand through his thick pubic hair. "This stuff has got to go." she said.
Eric listened as she pulled a chair across the floor, and sat it before him. She left the room, and returned a few minutes later.
"I wouldn't move around too much. I would be a shame to see you end up a Eunuch." she said as Eric heard a squirting sound. Eric's cock throbbed as she lathered thick shaving foam around his crotch. He made sure not to jump as the cold razor pressed against his skin. He could feel the cool sensation as she sliced the hair from his body. Eric winced as she stretched the skin of his already tight balls. He was drenched in a cold sweat by the time she was done. Gina finished by wiping away the excess cream with a warm damp cloth.
"That's much better now. Isn't it?" she asked him.
