The Adventures of Leo - 4

At night, Leo did not retire to bed - he was led to it, naked and bound.
Not even a proper bed, but an uncomfortable sofa put-you-up in a basement room, with a gay coloured, 'rainbow' duvet. His captor thought the 'captive cop on a rainbow flag' was hilarious and took photos for the Internet. Leo drifted off to sleep hoping the cops would see them and spot clues as to where he was being held.

 

In the days that followed, Leo slipped into the routine of being tied and retied, dressed and undressed, all for the amusement of his punters. He became accustomed to being a captive servant of their perverted desires and it wasn't totally unpleasant, once he'd been 'broken in'. His obvious popularity was strangely pleasing to him, but he was told it wouldn't last. He was hitting his target earnings, but these men would soon get bored with him. This was the easy money, he'd soon be moved on to more demanding, more lucrative work. Then his takings would increase much more rapidly, but they had to pace him so he wouldn't burn out too soon. Leo wondered what burning out meant, maybe they'd set him free, one day, with a nice share of the money he'd earned.


Leo's days of duty normally followed a repetitive pattern of bondage trials, interspersed with meals and closely supervised exercising, all designed to keep him in prime condition. But one day, a routine macrame session with a client was suddenly interrupted. The Captor burst in with a very agitated demeanour and bundled the trouser-less customer out of the door, telling him he had to leave quickly. A few minutes later he returned, lifted tied up Leo off the bed and hurriedly carried him to an inconspicuous back room, where he dumped him on the floor and locked the door. Shortly after Leo heard voices nearby, it was the cops, he could tell by the tone and pattern of questioning. He strained to listen and called out (as best he could though the multiple layers of gag stuffed in his mouth). But they didn't hear him, despite repeated efforts. After a while, the voices faded away and he was left, lying on the floor, for the rest of the day.

Before long, Leo's police career became a distant memory and he began to despair of rescue. As he had been warned, his early customers stopped coming and his duties gradually became more exotic and his clients more demanding and cruel. The first 'bad day' was to be an innocent-seeming 'Harem' role-play. It turned into an Arabian Nightmare of protracted ball-binding laced with hot oils. The Middle Eastern client enjoyed Leo's captive squirming so much, that he said he intended to return for the 'disposal sale' and buy Leo to be his permanent Eunuch.

Leo suddenly saw a vision of a much more frightening future.