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Again, please dont read if you are easily offended...there are sexual references herein...if you dont like it dont read it....and certainly dont waste time complaining about it...you were warned...thanx

It was shortly after I graduated High school.  Things were kinna lousy for a while.  My newfound powers were lost to me and I spiraled into a depression.  I was 18, so I was free to do my own thing.  I worked odd jobs for a while, making enough money to rent a room at this woman's house.  I felt really lost and alone.  All my friends had moved on and I just drifted through life.

Then...something happened.  I doubt I would be the person I was if this hadnt happened to me.  I was walking through the city of Ragnorok.  I had never been there and I didn't realize how dangerous it was.  I learned the hard way.

I ran into a man while taking a shortcut through a back alley, he said he was lost and needed some help finding his way.  I told him I, too was new to the city and that I wouldnt be much help to him.  He suggested that with company at least he wouldnt be alone.  Reluctantly, I went with him.

We ended up at a bar called the Dead End.  It was basically a dive but I felt comfortable there due to the relative lack of people.  The man, who called himself Jon, baught me a drink called a Beggar's Banquet.  I drank it and almost immediately began to cry.  The drink was a special order by most of the lowlifes that dwelled in the Dead End.  It puts you in a tremendously sad mood and makes you scared of almost anything.  Jon walked me out of the bar and said he would help me...for a price.

"Anything," I begged.  I just wanted to stop feeling like shit.  I would learn that the effects of the drink would wear off in about an hour, but by then it would be too late.

He ordered me to take off my shirt.  I hesitated, and was rather confused.  I did as I was told however.  I was willing to do anything to feel better.  Jon looked me over.  I wasn't actively fighting back then so I wasn't nearly as built. I was quite thin actually.

"Nice," Jon said as he looked at my bare chest.  "Now turn around..."

With tears in my eyes, I did as i was told.  He produced a pair of steel handcuffs and locked my hands behind my back. Then he put something over my eyes.  I whimpered a little, but didn't struggle.  If he could take away this awful feeling, I felt I could go along with this wierd little game he was putting on.

"Open your mouth," he said calmly.

I hesitated.

"Open your mouth," he said again sternly.

"N--no," I stammered.

I was met with a jolt of electricity.  He had some sort of stun gun on him.  I collapsed to the ground and he forced a ball-gag into my mouth.  As I lay there, trying to recover, he put something around my neck.  A few seconds later, i realized he had me collared and leashed, as he pulled my up by the leash.

I stood there, wearing only my shorts and boots.  He laughed and without saying another word pulled me into a vehicle.  He padlocked the cuffs to a small pole in the vehicle, (a table maybe?) and put me on my knees.  We drove for a while, I'm not sure how long, because I fell asleep.

I was woken up by Jon pulling me up by my leash, I triped coming out of his vehicle and he kicked me in the ribs.  I tried to kick him back and escape but he just shocked me again. he pulled me up and I stumbled behind him, blind, gagged and bound.  We walked for about 15 minutes through what i assume was a wooded area, udging by all the birds I was hearing.  We stopped and I heard Jon pressing some buttons.  A door opened and he dragged me in.

Inside, he took me to one side of the room.  He gave me a large jolt and I collapsed to the ground.  He uncuffed me and lifted my limp body up.  I couldn't--or maybe just didn't fight him as he chained my hands to two posts, one on either side of me.  I was standing before him, powerless to stop when he did next.

He removed my blindfold and stared at me again.  As I began to regain sensation in my arms, I began to struggle, though I was still far too weak to put up much of a fight.  He shocked me again however and I stopped.  All I could do at this point was stare.  He bent down and untied my boots.  He took my shoes and my socks off...I kicked in vain and the very real thought of me never making it out of this alive became prevailent.

He saw the fear in my eyes and laughed.

"Do you know what I'm going to do now?"  he asked.

I shock my head and began to tear up.

"That puddle that's slowly growing on the floor tells me you know exactly what is going to happen next..."

I looked down and began to turn beet red.  He un- buttoned my pants, and I begged through my gag.  He pulled my pants down and off.

"Now let's get those wet boxers off of you," he said with a smile.

I cried and shook my head.  I whimpered through my gag for him to stop.  Unfortunately, It did no good. He slowly slid my boxers down.  I sighed and he pulled them off of me.

"I am going to chain your ankles now.  Are you going to be a good boy and stay calm?"

I nodded.  He pulled my legs apart and chained each ankle to a pole.  He looked me over.  I was powerless, naked and spread before him.  Every part of me was exposed.  I kept my head down as he continued to look me over, stopping between my legs.

"Completly shaved too,"  he noted.  I felt weak and embarassed.  I looked at the puddle on the floor which was slowly growing from my loss of control.

"Now that you are situated, I believe I will turn in for the night"

He dried the floor beneath me with a towel and left it there

"In case you have any more accidents" he said.

I tried to fight again but stopped after a few seconds.  I was resigned to my fate, whatever it was to be.  He stripped down tohis boxers and lay down.  He looked at me with a smile. I gazed at him with a sad look, as if to beg him.  Then I sighed and hung my head.

Description
Again, please dont read if you are easily offended...there are sexual references herein...if you dont like it dont read it....and certainly dont waste time complaining about it...you were warned...thanx

It was shortly after I graduated High school.  Things were kinna lousy for a while.  My newfound powers were lost to me and I spiraled into a depression.  I was 18, so I was free to do my own thing.  I worked odd jobs for a while, making enough money to rent a room at this woman's house.  I felt really lost and alone.  All my friends had moved on and I just drifted through life.

Then...something happened.  I doubt I would be the person I was if this hadnt happened to me.  I was walking through the city of Ragnorok.  I had never been there and I didn't realize how dangerous it was.  I learned the hard way.

I ran into a man while taking a shortcut through a back alley, he said he was lost and needed some help finding his way.  I told him I, too was new to the city and that I wouldnt be much help to him.  He suggested that with company at least he wouldnt be alone.  Reluctantly, I went with him.

We ended up at a bar called the Dead End.  It was basically a dive but I felt comfortable there due to the relative lack of people.  The man, who called himself Jon, baught me a drink called a Beggar's Banquet.  I drank it and almost immediately began to cry.  The drink was a special order by most of the lowlifes that dwelled in the Dead End.  It puts you in a tremendously sad mood and makes you scared of almost anything.  Jon walked me out of the bar and said he would help me...for a price.

"Anything," I begged.  I just wanted to stop feeling like shit.  I would learn that the effects of the drink would wear off in about an hour, but by then it would be too late.

He ordered me to take off my shirt.  I hesitated, and was rather confused.  I did as I was told however.  I was willing to do anything to feel better.  Jon looked me over.  I wasn't actively fighting back then so I wasn't nearly as built. I was quite thin actually.

"Nice," Jon said as he looked at my bare chest.  "Now turn around..."

With tears in my eyes, I did as i was told.  He produced a pair of steel handcuffs and locked my hands behind my back. Then he put something over my eyes.  I whimpered a little, but didn't struggle.  If he could take away this awful feeling, I felt I could go along with this wierd little game he was putting on.

"Open your mouth," he said calmly.

I hesitated.

"Open your mouth," he said again sternly.

"N--no," I stammered.

I was met with a jolt of electricity.  He had some sort of stun gun on him.  I collapsed to the ground and he forced a ball-gag into my mouth.  As I lay there, trying to recover, he put something around my neck.  A few seconds later, i realized he had me collared and leashed, as he pulled my up by the leash.

I stood there, wearing only my shorts and boots.  He laughed and without saying another word pulled me into a vehicle.  He padlocked the cuffs to a small pole in the vehicle, (a table maybe?) and put me on my knees.  We drove for a while, I'm not sure how long, because I fell asleep.

I was woken up by Jon pulling me up by my leash, I triped coming out of his vehicle and he kicked me in the ribs.  I tried to kick him back and escape but he just shocked me again. he pulled me up and I stumbled behind him, blind, gagged and bound.  We walked for about 15 minutes through what i assume was a wooded area, udging by all the birds I was hearing.  We stopped and I heard Jon pressing some buttons.  A door opened and he dragged me in.

Inside, he took me to one side of the room.  He gave me a large jolt and I collapsed to the ground.  He uncuffed me and lifted my limp body up.  I couldn't--or maybe just didn't fight him as he chained my hands to two posts, one on either side of me.  I was standing before him, powerless to stop when he did next.

He removed my blindfold and stared at me again.  As I began to regain sensation in my arms, I began to struggle, though I was still far too weak to put up much of a fight.  He shocked me again however and I stopped.  All I could do at this point was stare.  He bent down and untied my boots.  He took my shoes and my socks off...I kicked in vain and the very real thought of me never making it out of this alive became prevailent.

He saw the fear in my eyes and laughed.

"Do you know what I'm going to do now?"  he asked.

I shock my head and began to tear up.

"That puddle that's slowly growing on the floor tells me you know exactly what is going to happen next..."

I looked down and began to turn beet red.  He un- buttoned my pants, and I begged through my gag.  He pulled my pants down and off.

"Now let's get those wet boxers off of you," he said with a smile.

I cried and shook my head.  I whimpered through my gag for him to stop.  Unfortunately, It did no good. He slowly slid my boxers down.  I sighed and he pulled them off of me.

"I am going to chain your ankles now.  Are you going to be a good boy and stay calm?"

I nodded.  He pulled my legs apart and chained each ankle to a pole.  He looked me over.  I was powerless, naked and spread before him.  Every part of me was exposed.  I kept my head down as he continued to look me over, stopping between my legs.

"Completly shaved too,"  he noted.  I felt weak and embarassed.  I looked at the puddle on the floor which was slowly growing from my loss of control.

"Now that you are situated, I believe I will turn in for the night"

He dried the floor beneath me with a towel and left it there

"In case you have any more accidents" he said.

I tried to fight again but stopped after a few seconds.  I was resigned to my fate, whatever it was to be.  He stripped down tohis boxers and lay down.  He looked at me with a smile. I gazed at him with a sad look, as if to beg him.  Then I sighed and hung my head.