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PimpMasterA · 08-24-2010, 05:28 AM

"Urgh... fuck" These where often Chris's first words of the day. The wind had blow his curtains out of place and a streak of midday sun had hit him right in the face again.

He looked at the clock on his bedside table; 13:47. This wasn't the latest he'd woken up this week. Most of his nights now where wasted trawling porn sites for new stuff to get him going. And the rest of his time was wasted on on-line games, he had no reason to be up early.

He looked around his room, it was clear that the maid has been in and cleaned around him.

Stepping out of bed he dropped his boxers off of his stiff cock, and walked to his wardrobe to get another pair to put on. He found them a nice red silk pair, these would match the tie he planned to wear today nicely.

Chris enjoyed wearing a suit, most likely more than most other things he did in his day. It let people in the village know that he wasn't one of the chavs on the estate, and it let the landlord know that he could afford to drink else where if he wanted to.

It had been a while since he last went to the pub, his birthday was over a week gone now, and he'd enjoyed a very lazy week. But the pub didn't seem such a bad idea this evening, he was, after all, out of beers.

He played games and watched T.V for most of the day, at around dinner time he ordered a pizza from the nearest town and managed a couple of slices of it before heading to the pub.

Again his journey there felt odd, he could feel someone else eyes on him as per usual, he never did get used to that feeling.

Entering the pub he found it empty; no change there. Even the barman looked as though he'd rather be somewhere else.

"1 pint of strongbow" Chris barked across the room as he made his way to the bar. The slightly deaf barman barely reacted to the overly loud request practically shouted at him, he just shuffled to the bar picked up a stained pint glass and filled it with the piss coloured liquid.

"two ninet..." Thee barman didn't have time to finish as Chris had already placed a £50 note on the bar.

"That should cover it" Chris sniggered as he put the note down. "And I know how much change to expect" he added.

Two pints later and he was bored, and his mind was already fixed on the porn he planned to watch when he got in; a bound slave on her knees being face fucked like a real whore. He got up walked to the door and stepped back out into the street. The night was warm but with a cool breeze.

He began to walk down the street, tonight was different. It didn't feel as though he was being watched... this was almost as odd as the nights where he was certain someone was watching him.

He never enjoyed walking down this street, it was barely populated, barely lit and closed in; flats on one side and some shit hole of a factory on the other.

But before he knew what was happening he felt something grip his throat and something cold make contact with it. His eyes came into focus and he soon realised it was a guy about his age holding him with a knife against his throat.

Stunned he could barely breath let alone speak, his assailant allowed a sentence to erupt from him, but Chris was too shocked to make out what was said, and before he knew it he was dragged through a doorway into the factory he had long considered a 'shit hole.'

This place seemed better lit than the street outside; the light pouring in through a hole in the roofing. He managed a good look of his attacker; A tall guy, he was definitely no older than Chris, but wider and seemingly a lot better built. His biceps where tight against his shirt sleeves.

No wonder it took so little effort for him to throw Chris against the wall.

"This is the only door out of this place, make a move for it or try shouting for help and things will end badly for you. Understand?"

Chris did understand, but he still took a look around the room to confirm it. His attacker was right. There was no way out.

Chris stood there terrified, he never though he'd die this way, he'd always assumed his liver would pack in first!

08-24-2010, 05:28 AM	#2
PimpMasterA Member Join Date: Jul 2008 Location: EU Posts: 58	Chapter 2 "Urgh... fuck" These where often Chris's first words of the day. The wind had blow his curtains out of place and a streak of midday sun had hit him right in the face again. He looked at the clock on his bedside table; 13:47. This wasn't the latest he'd woken up this week. Most of his nights now where wasted trawling porn sites for new stuff to get him going. And the rest of his time was wasted on on-line games, he had no reason to be up early. He looked around his room, it was clear that the maid has been in and cleaned around him. Stepping out of bed he dropped his boxers off of his stiff cock, and walked to his wardrobe to get another pair to put on. He found them a nice red silk pair, these would match the tie he planned to wear today nicely. Chris enjoyed wearing a suit, most likely more than most other things he did in his day. It let people in the village know that he wasn't one of the chavs on the estate, and it let the landlord know that he could afford to drink else where if he wanted to. It had been a while since he last went to the pub, his birthday was over a week gone now, and he'd enjoyed a very lazy week. But the pub didn't seem such a bad idea this evening, he was, after all, out of beers. He played games and watched T.V for most of the day, at around dinner time he ordered a pizza from the nearest town and managed a couple of slices of it before heading to the pub. Again his journey there felt odd, he could feel someone else eyes on him as per usual, he never did get used to that feeling. Entering the pub he found it empty; no change there. Even the barman looked as though he'd rather be somewhere else. "1 pint of strongbow" Chris barked across the room as he made his way to the bar. The slightly deaf barman barely reacted to the overly loud request practically shouted at him, he just shuffled to the bar picked up a stained pint glass and filled it with the piss coloured liquid. "two ninet..." Thee barman didn't have time to finish as Chris had already placed a £50 note on the bar. "That should cover it" Chris sniggered as he put the note down. "And I know how much change to expect" he added. Two pints later and he was bored, and his mind was already fixed on the porn he planned to watch when he got in; a bound slave on her knees being face fucked like a real whore. He got up walked to the door and stepped back out into the street. The night was warm but with a cool breeze. He began to walk down the street, tonight was different. It didn't feel as though he was being watched... this was almost as odd as the nights where he was certain someone was watching him. He never enjoyed walking down this street, it was barely populated, barely lit and closed in; flats on one side and some shit hole of a factory on the other. But before he knew what was happening he felt something grip his throat and something cold make contact with it. His eyes came into focus and he soon realised it was a guy about his age holding him with a knife against his throat. Stunned he could barely breath let alone speak, his assailant allowed a sentence to erupt from him, but Chris was too shocked to make out what was said, and before he knew it he was dragged through a doorway into the factory he had long considered a 'shit hole.' This place seemed better lit than the street outside; the light pouring in through a hole in the roofing. He managed a good look of his attacker; A tall guy, he was definitely no older than Chris, but wider and seemingly a lot better built. His biceps where tight against his shirt sleeves. No wonder it took so little effort for him to throw Chris against the wall. "This is the only door out of this place, make a move for it or try shouting for help and things will end badly for you. Understand?" Chris did understand, but he still took a look around the room to confirm it. His attacker was right. There was no way out. Chris stood there terrified, he never though he'd die this way, he'd always assumed his liver would pack in first!