Hooked! 🪝

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While raiding the dumpster out back a mysterious figure jumped me from behind and shoved a burlap sack over my head, before restraining me, shoving me in the trunk of their car and driving me to an unknown location.

When we reached our destination the figure, grabbed me, hoisted me up onto his shoulder and carried me inside somewhere, then down what sounded like a long series of metal stairs; I heard my kidnapper open what sounded like a rusty, heavy metal door, and inside the room beyond I could hear what sounded like moans of pain.

The bull dropped me on the cold stone floor and knelt down on me to keep me from running away. he cut my restraints off and removed the sack. I found myself deep underground, in an old, dirty industrial looking room, illuminated by very dim lights, and dangling from the cieling were a series of metal hooks attached to chains. Several of the chains had what looked like the torn remnants of various types of underwear still attached to them; but some of the chains had several other individuals still hanging on them by their underwear, each of them was slumped over, moaning in pain, clearly they had given up on trying to escape. It was at this point I managed to get a good look at my kidnapper, a big muscular bull, dressed in a leather jacket, pants, hat, big leather engineer boots and big long leather gauntlet gloves.

The bull looked up and smiled as he eyed one of the vacant hooks, without saying a word he effortlessly hoisted me back up onto his shoulder and carried me, thrashing, kicking, hitting and screaming over to it; m,y struggles not even phasing him one bit.

Once he reached the hook I felt his leather gloved hand reach into the back of my camos and grab hold of the waistband of my skivvies.

"No! Please! Let me go! I'm Begging you! PLEEEASE!! HEEEELP!!! SOMEONE!! ANYONE!!" I cried out frantically.

But the bull just calmly pulled my skivvies out of my pants and attached the waistband to the cold metal hook. Once the bull was satisfied that my undies were securely fastened he dropped me from his shoulder, I fell very briefly only to be caught by my skivvies in an embarrassing hanging wedgie.

I struggled and flailed, trying to reach up to the hook to free myself but to no avail; the bull just stood there, watching me, cross armed, smiling at me, admiring his latest work. I felt so embarrassed, there I was grunting, moaning and squirming like a fish out of water, my butt in the air, and my green trashcan printed skivvies on display for all to see. The bull chuckled at me as tears of embarrassment started to form in my eyes.

"Squirm and cry all you want!" The bull said in a deep booming voice, a sadistic smile adorning his face. "This deep underground no one can hear you, no one's coming for you.

I continued to flail and squirm, trying my best not to cry as the bull turned and headed back to the large metal door.

"Keep on squirmin!" He said, "You'll tire yerself out eventually....and then the real fun can begin!"

The door squeaked as the bull began to close it behind him, "In the meantime, i'll leave you to get settled in with yer fellow "roomates"".

With a loud thud the metal door closed, and the familiar sound of a heavy latch clunked into place.