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My Journey - Book 1: Collars

Copyright© 2016 by Xalir

Prologue

Coming of Age Sex Story: Prologue - Matt Russell lives a complicated life. He lives next door to his best friend, Becky and the girl of his dreams: her sister, Lana. When his life turns upside down, he finds things happening that he never could have guessed. Is it for the better or for the worst?

Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   mt/Fa   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Fa/ft   Mult   Teenagers   Consensual   Romantic   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Tear Jerker   Crime   Incest   Sister   BDSM   DomSub   MaleDom   Spanking   Rough   Light Bond   Humiliation   Group Sex   Harem   Polygamy/Polyamory   First   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Petting   Squirting   Water Sports   Cream Pie   Spitting   Exhibitionism   Analingus   Slow  

I open my eyes in darkness. My head hurts and my vision swims for a few minutes as I try to make sense of my surroundings. That tells me I probably have a concussion. I don’t know where I am. I can see a little bit through the moonlight filtering in through the windows. It looks like some sort of barn. I flex my arms and nod slowly when I feel the ropes biting into my wrists. I slowly clench and relax my fists, testing the ropes. They feel scratchy, maybe a little frayed. I’m tied to a chair. I close my eyes again and take a few deep breaths before opening them again.

I take in my surroundings again, looking more closely. It’s a barn. A horse barn by the smell and the look of the stalls. It has an air of neglect and I wonder where it is. My head still hurts, but it’s mostly concentrated above and behind my left ear. Did someone hit me? It’s hard to remember and that’s another strong indicator that I’m suffering from a concussion.

I shake my head and remind myself that’s not important at the moment. I’m not blindfolded or gagged. That tells me that my captors aren’t worried about me being heard and that they’re not as concerned about me identifying them. I wonder who I have to thank for my current predicament and whether they’ll get to the point soon.

‘DAMN IT! FOCUS!’ I berate myself angrily. Horse barn, probably abandoned, definitely isolated, tied to a chair, no gag, no blindfold. I flex my knees, but my ankles are similarly tied to the chair. I wished they’d used handcuffs. THOSE, I could deal with, thanks to Sam. I thought about Sam and bowed my head in silent gratitude. Those lessons would get me through this, I suspected. If not, they’d certainly turn my captors angry enough to kill me before they’d inflicted as much pain as they wanted.

It was all a matter of motivations really. If this was personal, then I was in for a very long night. If it was business, then it was gonna be a ... well, that’d be a long night too, but it would be a different brand of arduous.

I listened hard, but I was the only person here. I could hear scuttling in the rafters that meant rats were happily going about their personal business, possibly curious about what sort of creature I was to invade their domain.

 
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