The Runner Ch 2

The first thing Rich noticed was the burning pain in his shoulders and back. He slowly opened his eyes and was unable to see anything because the place he was at was in total and complete darkness. For a second he thought he might be blindfolded, but could feel nothing over his eyes. His mouth was still gagged but it felt as if it had been changed somewhat. When he had lost consciousness, he had a pair of dirty short socks in his mouth with duct tape wrapped around to keep them secured and him quiet. The duct tape was still there, but the socks had been replaced with a larger cloth item that completely filled his mouth and made anything other than a grunt impossible.

Rich was standing and bent over at the waist with his arms bound behind him and pulled upward toward the dark ceiling. His wrists were bound together with what felt like rope, and his elbows were tied as close together as he could possibly get them. His ankles were also bound together with rope as well as above and below his knees. He also realized that his running rights and shirt had been removed and he was completely naked.

He shook his head to try and clear the cobwebs as he thought about what had happened to him. It had been early on a Friday morning, and he had started on a long run. Almost ten miles into it, he had popped his right hamstring and was forced to walk back home along an empty stretch of road. He had planned on calling a friend after the sun came up, but a tractor trailer driver had pulled over and offered him a ride.

The driver, Kevin Bagwell, a big man, found out that he was recently divorced and living alone, and had sucker punched Rich. While he was dazed, Kevin had cuffed Rich's hands behind his back, gagged him with the socks and duct tape and duct taped his ankles and knees together. Kevin told Rich in no uncertain terms that he was going to take him to his farm and use him as a sex toy. Then Rich was shoved into a storage compartment in the cab, and they drove for what seemed like hours.

When the semi had finally stopped, Kevin had opened the storage compartment and removed the gag. Rich was allowed to drink a bottle of water and then allowed to piss into an empty Gatorade bottle. After the gag was reapplied, Kevin explained that they had arrived at his farm, and that Rich would be smart to not resist because that would only make his stay more uncomfortable. Kevin added that he had removed the sim card from Rich's iPhone, destroyed it and both the phone and card were tossed out along the highway. This ensured no one would be able to track his whereabouts whenever he was discovered to be missing.

During Kevin's talk, Rich began to feel very lightheaded. Kevin informed him that there was a large dose of GHB in the water he had just drank. This would make it easier for them both was the last thing Rich heard before he lost consciousness. Now he was in a pitch dark room, naked, gagged, with his arms bound tightly behind him and pulled up high behind his back and secured to the ceiling. The pain in his shoulders and back was agonizing, So Rich centered his bound feet directly beneath him to take some of the pressure off his arms. The maneuver worked because he figured being knocked out, all his weight had been on his arms.

He tried to reach a knot in the ropes around his wrists but was unable to feel much because his hands were pretty much asleep and numb. He involuntarily moaned into the gag as he tried to straighten up a little more when the lights popped on. He clamped his eyes shut with the painful assault from the bright lights, and he heard what sounded like a door opening and closing. Next he heard steps on a creaky wood floor which stopped close to him.

Rich slowly opened his eyes and allowed for them to adjust to the bright lights. When he was able to see, he craned his neck and saw Kevin Bagwell standing in front of him. He was a large man, at least 6'5" and 270 pounds, and dressed in denim overalls, no shirt and work boots. His long beard and greasy, unkempt hair made him look even more imposing than he was. He was much larger than Rich, but Rich knew if he could get lose he could stand a chance. Rich was in very good shape from long distance running and light weight training -- his very sore hamstring notwithstanding. Kevin might have been large and undoubtedly strong, but his weight was from beer and burgers rather than the gym.

Rich glanced from his large captor and looked around the room. It was a small room -- maybe 12x12 -- and all old and stained wood. The floors were hardwood and in need of serious refurbishing, the walls were dark paneling and the ceiling was old and unpainted 2x4's. There were several hooks, eyebolts and pulleys secured into the wooden ceiling. There was an old wood cabinet that was against the far wall near the only door.

"Are you thirsty?" Kevin asked.

Rich looked at his captor and nodded his head.

Kevin removed the duct tape and then pulled out the large swath of white cloth from Rich's mouth. He dropped it to the floor and then reached into a back pocket of his overalls and pulled out a plastic bottle of water, opened it and held it to Rich's lips.

Rich hesitated and Kevin said, "Nothing in this but water, boi. I want you awake for what's coming."

Rich could only imagine what he meant by that and took the offered bottle into his mouth and drank greedily. After the bottle was empty, Kevin tossed it aside and looked at his guest. Rich worked his jaw for a second and then yelled as loud as he could for help. He yelled for help over and over, but Kevin only watched and smiled.

After Rich got lightheaded from the yelling and stopped to try and catch his breath, Kevin said, "No one will hear you. My farm is in rural Georgia. There ain't anyone around here for miles."

Rich took this in and considered trying to yell again.

Kevin added. "And I never have guests, visitors or solicitors. The only people here other than me are the folks I bring here...like you, boi."

Rich was still panting and said, "Why are you doing this?"

Kevin shrugged. "I guess I'm hardwired this way."

"What are you going to do with me?"

Kevin smiled. "I'm going to fuck you. A lot! I'm going to fuck you and keep you tied up until I'm bored with you. Then..."

"Then what?" Rich asked after several moments of silence. "You'll let me go?"

Kevin's smile widened. "Boi, you ain't never leaving the farm. When I'm done with you, I'll bury you next to my last boi and go find a new one. Just like I found you."

Rich began pulling furiously at his bounds but only managed to cause more pain in his shoulders and back. Kevin kicked off his untied work boots and unfastened the straps on his overalls. He let them fall to the floor and his erection was right in Rich's face.

"You're going to suck my dick, boi," Kevin said slowly.

"Fuck you!" Rich screamed.

Kevin continued to smile. "I like that you didn't beg or plead with me like a sissy bitch. I can respect that, but you are going to suck my dick, boi."

Rich continued to yell curses at and threaten Kevin. He stepped back to the cabinet near the door, opened it and removed a large hunting knife. He returned, stepped closer, grabbed Rich's short hair with his left hand and put the knife at Rich's throat.

"I'm going to assume that you never sucked dick before, boi," Kevin said. "So I'll cut you some slack on your technique, but if you try to bite my cock...I'll cut your throat."

Rich stopped yelling as soon as he had saw the knife. He glanced at the floor and looked at the stains he assumed were oil and thought maybe it was stained by something else. Kevin turned Rich's head sideways so that the boner was right in front of his mouth.

"Open wide, bio!" Kevin said loudly, as he pressed his dick against Rich's lips.

Rich felt the knife pressed a little harder against his throat and slowly opened his mouth. Kevin filled Rich's mouth with his manhood and began stoking. Slowly at first but he quickly began to increase the ferocity of the thrusts.

"Use your fucking tongue, boi!" Kevin demanded.

Rich began to use his tongue on Kevin's shaft, and Kevin groaned in pleasure. After several more minutes, Kevin withdrew abruptly.

"That ain't the first time you sucked a dick, boi!" Kevin said. "Too good for a novice."

Rich dry heaved and said, "Fuck you!"

Kevin walked back to the open cabinet, grabbed role of silver duct tape and returned. He placed the knife on the floor and retrieved the large, wet wad of cloth that had been on Rich's mouth.

"I like you, boi," Kevin said, "but I'm sick of hearing your voice. Open up."

Rich kept his mouth closed. Kevin dropped the cloth and slapped Rich hard across the side of the head. "Open your fucking mouth, boi!"

Rich complied and Kevin picked up the cloth and shoved it back into his mouth. Then he wrapped the duct tape around his mouth sealing the gag tight. Kevin tossed away the cardboard circle that had held the tape. "You used up all my tape, boi. I didn't expect to have company today."

Kevin bent down and untied the rope securing Rich's ankles. Then he untied the rope above and below his knees. Rich spread his legs apart and tried to get as comfortable as possible. For a second, he almost forgot about the terrible pain in his shoulders. Kevin walked back to the cabinet and returned with a steel bar, about three feet long, with leather straps affixed at each end.

Kevin knelt down and secured one of the leather straps around Rich's right ankle. When it was securely fastened, he secured the other strap around the left ankle. The spreader bar forced Rich's legs apart, and every attempt to loosen his ankles was useless.

Kevin stood up and moved behind Rich. He placed his still erect dick against Rich's rosebud. Rich yelled into the gag in protest, but Kevin ignored him. Kevin forcibly entered Rich and immediately began thrusting violently.

Rich had never felt such pain. He continued to scream protests into the gag but only grunts and moans could be heard. After several minutes, Kevin began to grunt loudly and his thrusts quickened. Finally, mercifully, Kevin released his seed into Rich's ass and pulled out. He whipped his dropping cock on Rich's ass cheek and stepped back.

"Now that was a virgin ass, boi!" Kevin said through ragged breaths. "I love popping a boi's cherry!"

Rich just breathed heavily through his nose and felt something warn running down the back of his legs.

Kevin knelt down and removed the spreader bar. Then he reapplied the rope around Rich's ankles and above and below his knees. Next Kevin stood up and moved to the wall behind Rich. He untied the rope on the back wall that ran to the pulley and down to Rich's bound wrists. This allowed Rich's arms to lower down to his back and allowed him to stand erect.

Rich stood up and was rewarded with pain in his lower back which caused him to flinch. The flinch made him lose his balance and he fell over and landed on the floor awkwardly. His head bounded off the stained hardwood and stars exploded in his vision.

Rich maintained consciousness barely, but closed his eyes and remained still. Kevin knelt next to Rich and began checking the rope that secured his new toy. Satisfied, he checked Rich's head where he had struck the floor. There was a growing welt but figured Rich would survive. Then he grabbed Rich's hands and noticed they were very cold. He assumed it was due to lack of circulation. He did not care if his toy lost circulation but not this early into the game.

He untied the rope around Rich's elbows and figured that would help. He rechecked the rope secured around Rich's wrists and was positive there was no way to get loose. He stood up and picked up the knife and spreader bar, and he placed them back in the cabinet. Next he put his overalls on and slipped into his work boots. Then he picked up the empty plastic water bottle and cardboard tube that the duct tape had been housed.

"You take a nap, boi," Kevin said as he stopped near the door. "Your master is going to go get some more tape and a few other supplies. Then I'm gonna take one of those little blue pills and where gonna start this party all over again."

With that he closed the door and Rich could hear several locks engaged. Rich opened his eyes and the light made the pounding in his head worse. Still, he kept his eyes open and looked at his surroundings. There was nothing but the old cabinet. Rich assumed Kevin kept all his item for torture in there.

Rich heard a door slam shut somewhere in the structure. A minute later he could hear an old motor vehicle engine rev loudly to life and the sound slowly faded as the vehicle apparent drove away.

He tried to find the knot on the rope binding his wrists behind his back but hand no luck. He tried to angle his bound ankles toward his hands in an attempt to get them untied, but his injured hamstring sent a stabbing pain though his leg. He began screaming into the gag and yanked violently in an attempt to get his wrists free. Unfortunately, the rope did not give an inch.

Rich rolled onto his left side and tried to catch his breath. He thought about his predicament and knew he had to get loose because Kevin all but told him that he was not going to leave this place alive. And Rich was positive that no one would figure out where he was. So rescue was not coming.

He looked at the only thing in the room but him, the wooden cabinet, and realized that Kevin had put the knife in there. Rich knew if he could somehow get his hands on that knife, he could cut the rope that secured him. And he was reasonably sure that Kevin had left for supplies. Rich knew this might be his only opportunity.

He began to inch his way toward the cabinet. The room was small so he did not have far to move thankfully. He stopped at the front of the cabinet and tried to catch his breath while letting his throbbing right thigh rest. After a few minutes, Rich rolled onto his back. The top of his head was against the cabinet door. He pulled his bound hands as far up his back as he could while bending his legs at the knee and planting his feet as firmly as he could on the hardwood floor. Then he pushed with all his might and his head was pushed up on the cabinet door.

Rich repeated the process several times, pausing to catch his breath and to allow the cramping in his injured thigh to settle, until he was sitting with his back against the cabinet door. He pushed back against the cabinet and believed it was made of heavy, sturdy wood, and it would not fall apart if he put his weight against it. He brought his bound feet toward his butt and pushed upward in an attempt to stand.

Rich's thigh screamed in revolt, but he ignored the burning pain and continued to push himself upward. It took several attempts but he soon found himself standing with his back against the cabinet door. He grabbed the handle and hopped forward -- hoping the door was not locked -- and the door opened behind him slightly.

Rich closed his eyes and thanked every deity he could think of. He opened the door further by hopping a few more times while holding onto the door handle. When he figured it was opened enough to see inside, he carefully turned around and hopped toward the cluttered shelves within the cabinet.

Kevin Bagwell was obviously not OCD because bondage and torture equipment was haphazardly thrown into the cabinet. Rich looked through the mess and finally spotted the hunting knife. Luckily, it was on the shelf that was on line with the middle of his back. He carefully, turned around, bent over and felt around on shelf for the knife. He was able to find it but had a terrible time trying to grab it. His hands were numb and he could hardly feel the big knife in his hands.

He fumbled with the blade and dragged it toward the lip of the shelf. The blade ran out of shelf and fell loudly to the floor. Rich collapsed in a heap on the floor and wildly felt around for the knife. It took him a few minutes but he was able to find it and get it angled in his hands with the blade against the rope around his wrists. Slowly he began to try and cut.

It was a slow process because of his lack of leverage and his hands being numb, but he could tell he was making headway. Rich dropped the knife twice but was able to retrieve it both times and resume cutting the rope. After what felt like hours, but was only 15 or 20 minutes give or take, his wrists were free from the rope.

Rich rolled onto his back and stretched out his arms in an attempt to get the blood flowing. He then reached up and awkwardly peeled away the duct tape that was wrapped around his mouth and pulled the rag out. No wasting any more time, he grabbed the knife again and started cutting the rope around his knees and ankles. Quickly, he was free.

He stood up gingerly and did his best not to collapse on the floor. He had to lean against the cabinet for support until the room stopped spinning. He looked into the cabinet and spied his running attire -- shirt, tights, shoes, hat and gloves. Once he was able to stand unassisted, he grabbed his clothing and got dressed.

Rich then went to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked tight. He pulled several times on the door knob, but it would not turn and the door would not budge. He grabbed the knife off the floor and attempted to pry the door open. That is when he heard the sound of a vehicle engine getting closer.

"Shit!" he muttered to himself and continued to work at the door. He stopped when the door still was not giving an inch and he heard the front door open and footsteps on the floor on the other side of the door.

Rich slowly and quietly backed away from the door and looked at the knife in his hands. He knew he could not allow Kevin to secure him again, but he was not sure if he could use the knife on him. He stuck the knife in the small of his back inside the tights waistband and looked in the cabinet for some kind of non-lethal weapon.

His hand closed around something hard and sturdy just as the locks on the door started to disengage. He pulled the item out and quickly hid behind the back of the door. He saw that he was holding the iron spreader bar that Kevin had attached to his ankles earlier in the day. The door swung open with Rich behind it.

"Time for some more fun," Kevin was saying as he walked into the room and stopped just past the door in surprise.

"What the fuck..."Kevin was saying just as Rich leapt from behind the door and swung the spreader bar wildly.

Kevin saw the motion out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look and the spreader bar connected with the side of his head. He went down hard to his knees but was able to stop himself from falling by dropping the items he was carrying and placing his hands on the floor.

Rich advanced on him and swung the bar again. This time connecting squarely on the back of Kevin's head.

The big man pitched forward and his head bounced noisily off the floor. Rich drew the bar back for a third strike but stopped when he saw that Kevin was unconscious. He studied his captor for several long seconds but then decided that he was not playing possum.

Rich went to the cabinet and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. He straddled Kevin's back and cuffed his hands behind his back. Rich saw that Kevin had dropped several rolls of duct tape. He grabbed the nearest roll and wrapped the tape around Kevin's ankles. When he was sure he had used enough to ensure Kevin's immobility, he ripped of a piece and covered his eyes. Then he stepped back and looked at his captive.

"I've gotta call the police..." Rich mumbled to himself. He stepped out of the room and saw that he was in a cabin. He searched for a phone but could not find one. He searched Kevin's overall pockets but did not locate his phone. Rich began looking for the vehicle keys but had no luck.