Den inherited a lot of money and always dreamed of starting up his own business. All he needed was a location. He spent all morning looking at ads on Craigslist.
Word got around on several sites that Den was looking for a building, when suddenly he received a text from a guy named William. In the text, William talks about a building out of town, but Den would have to park his car at the garage in a workshop that is at the beginning of the driveway. The recent rainfall has caused vehicles to get stuck and did not want to risk his car getting stuck in the mud. Den sends a text message back expressing his thanks and that he would be there this afternoon.
Den drives two and a half hours out of his way to the address sent in the text message. He spots the workshop with attached garage and pulls his car inside and locks it. As he walks outside, he notices the driveway leading to the back, but it’s blocked by very tall walls going all the way around the woods, in a rectangular pattern. The sliding gate was half way open, and Den walks past the gate and down the long driveway. About a hundred feet past the gate he hears a creaking and clicking sound as the gate closes and locks. Den is very frightened but the gate and walls are way too high to climb. He yells “Hello?!,” but hears nothing but his echo. Den brushes it off and decides to walk down the driveway to the building.
After walking a good ten or fifteen minutes, he finally spots the building. It appears to be some kind of warehouse but spots bars on the windows. As he approaches the building, it was a warehouse converted into a jail. Den doesn’t know what to think, but he approaches the main door which was wide open.
“Is that you, Den? It’s William,” the man says, as he enters the room. William appears to be in his thirties, very tall and muscular, in full military uniform.
“Yes! It’s nice to meet you,” Den says, in a nervous voice. William takes Den back to the office to discuss his plans on buying a building.
“I need it for office work, but I am not sure what I can do with a jail or warehouse, so this may not be exactly for me,” Den says. William glares and smiles at Den. “What are you smiling about,” says Den, in an awkward voice. “But you like abandoned buildings…. don’t you?,” says William, as he gets up from his desk. Den looks puzzled and tries to shake off his fantasies on the bondage sites and realizes something could be fishy. “I’ll be right back with the paperwork,” William says. “Don’t go anywhere.”
As William leaves to go into the other room, Den is starting to think something is up and he may not be buying this building. As Den gets up, a motor turns on in the other room and a metal door slowly slides shut at the entrance, along with a loud “click.” Den runs for the door but it won’t open and all of the windows are barred, along with metal shutters. He gets his phone out but it has no service.
William returns with a pair of black cop gloves over his hands, holding shackles and cuffs. William approaches Den at the locked door as Den backs into the corner. “Welcome to TUG-Jail.” Den’s eyes light up as he figures out it’s one of the guys from the “Tie Up Games” forum. Den doesn’t know anyone by the name William, nor has he seen what any of the guys look like. He has exchanged fantasies and stories with over thirty guys on that site.
“Who are you,” screams Den. William twists Den by the arm and pushes him into the corner and presses his gloved hand over Den’s mouth. “I am from the TUG site, but that’s all you need to know. Oh, and my name is not William, but you can call me Warden,” as he laughs in an evil tone. You could see the thoughts in Den’s head race from clear across the other side of the room. Deep down, Den hopes it’s that kinky guy that wears gas masks, but sees no signs of any rubber gear. Who the hell could it be that lived nearby?
“Time for inmate processing,” says the Warden, with a devilish smile. With one gloved hand remaining over Den’s mouth, the guy takes the other gloved hand and cuffs both hands. He then takes out a huge wadded bandanna with a large knot in the middle and force’s Den’s mouth open, pulls the bandanna very tightly behind the head before knotting it. The Warden places shackles on Den’s feet and attaches another chain from the handcuffs behind his back to the shackles on his ankles. The Warden then escorts Den to the processing and booking area, removes the battery from his phone, puts it in a plastic bag and locks it in a locker. He then puts Den’s car keys in his pocket. He puts Den against the wall and checks all his pockets and then leads him into a single holding cell in the processing room. Another chain is attached from his cuffs to the bench in the holding cell. The Warden leaves for a minute and returns with black tape. “In your fantasy, we know that you can get out of bandanna gags, so you know we have to fix this so you can’t scream.” The tape goes around Den’s head five or six times. The Warden holds Den for a second as he’s breathing heavily. “I promise you’ll have a good time and I won’t hurt you….. too much."
“Now it’s time to hide your car.” The Warden locks the cell and uses his badge to open the main door and make sure it’s locked behind him as he’s leaving. Den moves his chained legs on the bench and just lays there thinking who the hell could it be from the TUG site.
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