The year was 1985, and I was an 18-year-old freshman at a small Catholic college on the west coast of Florida. I had wanted to join the army after high school, but my parents were adamant that I go to college. Being afraid of disappointing of my parents, I would never enlist against their wishes. So, I found a college as far from my home in New Jersey that would accept me and my terrible SAT scores but ensured that the school had an ROTC program so I could still do something with the military that I truly wanted to join.
The first weekend on campus was beyond boring. I knew no one, had made no friends and had no desire to be there. Saturday morning, I was up early and went to breakfast in the cafeteria. There was literally only one other person there besides me and the staff – a guy who appeared older than me but not too old that I didn’t think he was a student.
I asked if I could sit at his table because it seemed stupid for us both to sit alone, and he smiled and told me to sit. While eating, we became acquainted. His name was David. He was a 32-year-old junior who had just completed a ten-year stint in the Navy. He was awarded an ROTC scholarship and was at the school to complete his degree and get a commission in the Army. I was happy to tell him that I was joining ROTC and we would participate together. He seemed very pleased about that. This was his first time at this school, and he did not know anyone as well.
We spent the morning together, just getting to know one another. I was taller than him, but he was still a grown man while I was a summer away from filling out. At the time, I was six feet tall and weighed about 140-150 pounds. David was 5’9” and probably 180 pounds, give or take. He was an adult, and I was still a kid, but we got along well, and it was nice to have someone to talk to.
As the day progressed, he asked if I wanted to join him for a few drinks. To be honest, I was never much of a drinker in high school. I had never been intoxicated, but I did not want to be lame and scare off the only friend I had made. So, I accepted. We went to his room after dinner and he had two bottles of Wild Irish Rose.
I had never heard of this wine, and quickly determined it was hideous! Disgusting, atrocious and almost undrinkable, but I did not want to make David think I was a wimp. After we finished the first bottle, I went to piss. When I stood up, I was very drunk. After only two glasses of cheap red wine, I was hammered. I staggered into the bathroom and took a leak. Then, I felt sick, got on my knees and threw up into the toilet bowl. After I emptied my stomach of the nasty wine, I collapsed on the cold tile flood next to the toilet.
Dave came in and helped me to my feet. Said he would take me back to my dorm room. He put one of my arms over his shoulders and half dragged me down the stairs and into the parking lot. David was saying something about not dragging my drunk ass across campus to my dorm, but rather driving me in his vehicle. He walked me to his vehicle which was a mid-1970’s style truck with a camper in the bed. A big block on wheels with a bed, kitchenette and tiny living space. He opened the door to the camper, pulled me inside and dropped me on the rough carpeted floor. David removed my t-shirt, shorts and underwear, and I could feel him rubbing something cold and wet on my butthole, when I passed out.
When I came to, my head was killing me. I slowly opened my eyes but I could not see anything because something was tightly wrapped around my eyes blindfolding me. I tried to reach up and pull the blindfold away and quickly realized that my hands were tightly secured in the small of my back. My ankles were also secured together, and I was stark naked on a rough, uncomfortable floor. I began to call out, and a hand quickly and forcefully clamped over my mouth, as a body straddled me across my chest.
David shushed me and said in a very soothing tone, “Everything’s cool and you’re fine. I’m gonna remove my hand but don’t call out or anything. Okay?”
Confused and scared, I could only nod. David removed his hand and I began to ask him what the hell he was doing, when he shoved a rag into my mouth. He held the rag in with another handgag, and then he began to wrap an ace bandage tightly around my lower face. Once it was on tight, he added a little duct tape to ensure it stayed in place. It was rather effective, and I could only manage very low audible grunts and moans.
David continued to straddle me and said, “I put some prescription painkillers in your drink last night. They worked better than I could have hope. I kept the gag off of you in case you had to throw up again. I wouldn’t want you to aspirate.”
I tried to beg him to let me go, but nothing intelligible was being heard.
He shushed me again and continued, “I fucked you long and hard last night, Jack. It was incredible.”
I froze at his words. I then remembered the cool ointment being rubbed on my rosebud before I lost consciousness, and I found it hard to breathe. I was still a virgin. I had not slept with a girl let alone a guy! The realization of what happened to me began to sink in, and my headache was quickly forgotten.
“This is my thing, Jack,” David said. “It’s such a turn on for me to do this to young guys, such as yourself. I had a fucking blast last night, and I honestly hope you did too.”
I was too shocked and frightened to do anything. I just laid there – secured at the wrists and ankles, gagged and blindfolded – and listen to David recall the past evening.
“I fucked you for a good long time, Jack,” he continued. “I had such a great time, I didn’t want it to end. So, I duct taped your wrists and ankles, added a blindfold and went to bed in the sleeper. Figured we would pick up where we left off when you rejoined the land of the living.”
I was unknowingly shacking my head.
“Now that you’re awake,” David said, “I’m gonna take you to someplace less populated so we can continue our fun. I mean, some nosey coed might notice my truck’s engine running and come investigate. Or, even worse, call the college rent-a-cops. That would ruin everything, right?”
I began to beg for my freedom, but the gag did a magnificent job keeping me quiet. David stood up and rolled me onto my stomach. He bent my feet back to my butt and tied a rope between my taped-up wrists and ankles, putting me in a very secure and uncomfortable hogtie. David then left me, the truck was put into gear and we were driving to whatever destination he wanted to take me.
We drove what felt like at least an hour and finally pulled onto what felt like an uneven surface. The engine remained on, with the small air conditioner keeping the Florida heat at bay, and David returned. He removed the rope and released the hogtie, and then he helped me into a kneeling position. He removed the duct tape and ace bandage around my face and pulled the rag out of my mouth.
Before I could say anything, he put a bottle of water to my lips and told me to drink, which I did greedily. When the water was quickly finished, he pulled the bottle away from my lips. I began to ask for more, but his hard cock pushed past my lips and into my mouth. David began roughly fucking my face.
“Fuck yeah, you little bitch!” he was yelling. “I know you want it even more than I do!”
He grabbed the hair on the sides of my head and forced my face to move in rhythm with his thrusts. His large dick was growing even bigger in my mouth, and I knew he was about to blow a load down my throat. But at the last second, he pulled out and pushed me roughly to the floor.
I landed on my back and he straddled me again. He roughly crammed the rag back into my mouth, put the ace wrap around my lower face tight and reapplied fresh duct tape. He then slapped me across the face twice and then pinched my nose tight.
Unable to breathe, I tried to buck David off my chest, but he had the leverage and size to ensure my efforts were futile.
When he spoke, I could tell he was nose to nose with me. “You pussy little bitch! You fucking faggot! I know you’re loving this shit, right?!?!”
As my struggling ebbed and I was about to lose consciousness, David let go of my nose, and I began to suck air hungrily through my nostrils. He rolled me onto my stomach and I felt the cool gel being reapplied to my ass. I was so relieved to be breathing again, that I offered no resistance when he pulled my ass upward and violently entered me.
David was thrusting into me like he was angry, and I was the cause of that anger. He continued to hurl insults at me. Telling me that I was a pussy and a bitch and how I secretly wanted him to do this to me. He grabbed the hair on top of my head and pulled my head upward and back. With his free hand, he began slap the back side of my head. When I was sure he was about to slam my head into the floor of the camper, he exploded into my ass.
David screamed in pleasure as he emptied into my ass and then collapsed on top of me. He was still inside me, as he laid there, panting with the exertion he had just performed, and I could feel his sweat dripping all over my back and sides. He stayed there until he grew soft and slipped out of my sopping rectum.
He laid on top of me for a good long time – long enough that I thought he had fallen asleep – and then slowly got up. Without saying a word, he cleaned my lathered-up ass crack. When he had completed that, he rolled me back to my knees and removed the gag again. I figured he was about to give me some more water but was shocked when his flaccid cock was shoved into my mouth.
“Clean it, you fucking whore!” David demanded.
I did my best to do what he said, and I tried not to think of the odors and tastes I was experiencing. He made me clean his nasty dick with my mouth and tongue for at least ten minutes. Once he was satisfied, he withdrew from my mouth and reapplied the gag. He then added more duct tape to my wrists and ankles, ensuring I was not going to somehow get free. Then he let me piss into a cup, made a few comments about making me drink it, but then I heard him throw it out the camper door.
He then pulled me into a standing position and roughly hoisted me into the sleeper which was situated above the truck cab. David then climbed into the bed with me and spooned me. He positioned himself so that his limp dick was between my bound hands and ordered me to hold it while he slept. I complied.
David quickly fell asleep and I laid there and tried not to panic. He had raped me – twice according to him – and he did not seem to be in any hurry to release me. I was the most scared I have ever been in my life – up until that time or since! I truly thought that David was going to kill me that night.
Several hours later, David manhood woke up a couple minutes before he did. As he began to wake, he wrapped one arm around my neck and began to apply pressure. With his other hand, he began to pinch and twist my nipples, as he repositioned himself to get his now engorged member between my ass cheeks.
He slowly increased the pressure around my neck and the pressure on my nipples, as he deliberately dry humped me from behind. After several minutes, I could hardly breathe, and my nipples were on fire. His pre cum had lubed up my backside, and I was expecting round three to start.
But David stopped and pulled me out of the sleeper and onto the floor. He positioned me with my chest and head on a padded bench with my knees on the floor. He applied lubricating gel once again to my ass and entered me without any fanfare. While he was slamming into me, he reached around and grabbed my soft dick.
“What the fuck, Jack!” David cussed in my ear. “Why the hell aren’t you hard as a fucking rock right now?”
He grabbed my cock and ball and gave them an agonizing squeeze, before hurling a few more insults and slapping me hard across the back of the head.
He rhythmically pounded my ass for a long while – longer than the last time he had done this to me – and pulled out just before climax. He then shot his load all across my hands and lower back.
David immediately began wiping his still hard dick through his jiz on my hands and back. Then he pulled me roughly off the seat, spun me around and removed the gag. This time I had no inclinations about what was about to happen. David shoved his softening dick, covered with his semen and whatever my ass contributed to the buffet, and made me clean him once again.
I managed not to gag as I cleaned him with my tongue and mouth. When I had completed the task to his standard, he reapplied the gag, cleaned my hands, back and ass and reapplied the hogtie. Without saying a word, he walked away and I felt the truck begin to move over the uneven surface. Shortly thereafter, the road evened out and we seemed to be on a highway. Finally, the massive adrenalin dumps I had been enduring took their toll and I fell into a dreamless sleep.
I awoke when David was removing the hogtie. He maneuvered me into a sitting position and asked, “Are you hungry?”
I nodded because it was at that moment, I realized I was starving.
David asked, “If I take the gag off, do you promise to remain quiet so I can feed you, Jack?”
I nodded again.
David removed the gag, gave me some water and then place a hamburger to my face. I took a big bite and hardly chewed before swallowing. David alternated between the water and the burger until it all was gone. He reapplied the gag and then inspected the duct tape binding my wrists together. He wrapped some strap or rope around my elbows and cinched it tight. Then he cut away the duct tape around my wrists. Once that was done, David began to apply new duct tape to my wrists.
As he wrapped layer after excruciatingly tight layer around my wrists, he said, “I can’t let you get free, Jack. We’re not done. Not by a long shot. I was planning on releasing you when we got back to campus, but I’m not ready to let you go.”
I was shaking and sweating from the fear. As my shaking became more pronounced, and I mournfully moaned into the gag, David continued, “You’re gonna miss at least a couple days of classes, Jack. Maybe more. I’m enjoying this way too much to call it quits.”
David repeated the procedure with the duct tape around my ankles. He lashed the strap just below my knees, removed the old tape and applied new bindings. Once that was done, he let me piss in a cup again, this time without threatening to make me drink it, and placed me face down on the floor. He reapplied the hogtie, wished me a good night’s sleep and departed the camper.
He left the engine running so I was able to get some AC. I hoped that we were back on campus, and if so, someone would come check on the running camper, but until then I was trapped. I tried to get loose from the new bindings, but David was not an amateur when it came to subduing people. I told myself that I had to just make it out of here and I would go straight to the police. Even as I was telling myself this, I knew I would not tell anyone. I was too scared, too embarrassed and too worried what my parents would think. I only hoped that David would let me go sooner rather than later. That was my last conscious thought as darkness enveloped me.
I awoke when I heard the door to the camper opening.
“Good morning, Jack!” David said excitedly. “I hope you slept well. I slept like a fucking baby!”
David maneuvered me into the kneeling position once again and let me piss in the cup. Then, after disposing of my urine, he removed the gag. Once the rag was pulled from my mouth, I tried to beg him to release me, but a bottle of water was shoved into my mouth and I began to drink. As soon as it was empty, I began to promise him that I would not go to the police if he released me, but I never was able to finish the thought. David’s hard prick was thrusted into my mouth, as he began to quickly fuck my face again.
Unlike the day before, David did not stop before climaxing. When he came, he grabbed the back of my head with both of his hands and forced his cock as deep down my throat as it would go. His hot spunk shot against the back of my throat and down my esophagus.
David pulled out and immediately reapplied the gag. He shoved a new rag into my mouth. This one was even bigger than the one that had help keep me silent since I woke up the day before. After he secured the gag with the ace wrap and duct tape, he placed me on my stomach and reemployed the hogtie while saying he wanted to ensure I would not move around the camper, make noise and draw attention to myself.
Once I was securely hogtied once again, David said, “I’m going to classes today. First day of classes and all, but unfortunately, you’re gonna miss all your classes today. Probably miss all your classes for the foreseeable future, Jack.”
I tried to beg for my release, but if David knew what I was trying to say, he did not seem to care. He just continued talking.
“I honestly planned on releasing you when we got back to campus last night, but fuck, Jack! You are so much fucking fun, there was no way I was letting you go. I haven’t had this much fun in years! I hope you feel the same. Rest up, buddy. I’ll be back after classes today for more playtime.”
I continued to yell into the gag, but David left the camper, slammed the door shit and applied what sounded like a padlock to the outside of the door.
His words echoed in my head; I thought this sick bastard was planning to keep me tied up in his camper indefinitely. I tried to calm my runaway anxiety by telling myself if David kept me for any length of time, someone would notice that I was missing. Once that occurred, the authorities would most certainly come looking for me, and I was sure someone saw David and me together on Saturday.
But then my anxiety injected common sense to my hopes and reminded me that my roommate, if he even noticed I was not around, probably did not care. College professors most likely were not like high school teachers and would care less if I did not show up to their classes. And my parents would not expect to hear from me until the weekend, and if I did not call, I doubt they would start to worry until at least two weeks went by without any calls or letters. I realized that David could keep me a prisoner, and his personal sex slave, for as long as he wanted.
My shoulders were in agony. They had been secured behind my back since Saturday evening. By my assumption, being Monday morning, I had been bound for around 36 hours. I was stiff, sore and helplessly unable to free myself. Thinking about my situation in depth for the first time, I began to weep, but then realized my nose was clogging up with running snot and my breathing was being inhibited. I did my best to clear my nose by forcefully blowing all the snot out and onto the gag.
I could not move in the hogtie. The carpeting on the floor of the camper was incredibly harsh, rough and bristling on my exposed skin. So even when I tried to move around to hopefully make a ruckus, the carpet made it so panful to move, that I finally gave up, exhaustion won over, and I fell asleep.
I woke to the sounds of a padlock being removed loudly from a hasp and the door opening.
“Honey, I’m home!” David declared happily as he shut and locked the door behind him.
He quickly untied the rope securing me in the hogtie, rolled me over to my back and straddled my chest.
“Trust me, Jack,” David said. “You didn’t miss anything in any of your classes today. Every class I attended went over the syllabus, discussed expectations and talked about what is needed to get particular grades. I’m sure all your class did the same thing, so it’s not like you missed anything.”
I moaned in discomfort as he put all his weight on my chest. The strain this was putting on my already throbbing shoulders was agonizing.
“I figured we could take care of some administrative issues before we have playtime,” David said gleefully. “Does that sound good to you.”
My response was just the painful moaning because of the fire in my shoulders.
David jumped up and helped me to a standing position. I heard him moving some things around, before he maneuvered me to a point in the camper and told me to sit down. I gingerly complied and found myself sitting on a small seat with emptiness below my ass.
It’s a camping toilet, Jack,” David explained. “I figured you must have to take a shit.”
Without going into details, I completed my potty break. David disposed of the evidence and thoroughly cleaned me up. He then removed the gag, commented about all the dried snot all over it, and fed me a turkey sandwich and a bottle of water. When I was finished eating and drinking, David told me to get off the chair I was sitting on and to get on my knees.
Knowing what he was expecting of me, I asked, “David, can I please talk to you.”
After a brief pause, as if he was contemplating my question, he said, “Sure, Jack. What do you have to say?”
I took a deep breath, held it for a second and exhaled. “David, please let me go.”
“Not a chance, my young friend,” David snapped. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“I promise I won’t tell anyone,” I pleaded. “Just untie me and let me go…”
David shoved the rag forcefully into my mouth. As he crammed the material in to ensure every available space was filled with the cloth, he said, “I’ll let you go when I’m done playing with you. You’re a lot of fun to play with, Jack. I'm seriously enjoying myself. I jerked off twice last night just thinking about playing with you today!”
David began wrapping the ace wrap around my mouth and lower face, and he continued, “I really hope you are enjoying this as much as I am, but if you’re not, too fucking bad. At this point, I hope you realize that you are nothing but my property – to do with as I please.”
He started applying the duct tape over the ace wrap, and said, “And I know you won’t report me to the cops. I mean, what would you say? I kidnapped and raped you? A guy you were willingly hanging out with and having a couple drinks with? I’ll claim we had a consensual hookup, and now you’re feeling bad because I told you we were no longer an item. I’ll say you asked me to tie you up because a kidnapping fantasy has always been your thing. It’ll be your word against mine.”
As he smoothed out the tape over the ace wrap, he said, “This is why I hope you’re enjoying this, Jack. It’s inevitable so you might as well take it for what it’s worth.”
For the next hour, David fucked my ass. When he was done, he inserted a vibrator and went to town. At one point, he angled the vibrator and placed it on my prostate and ramped up the speed. I was shaking like I was being electrocuted.
“Doesn’t that feel amazing, Jack?” David asked. “I bet you want me to keep doing this, don’t you?”
With his free hand, he grabbed my dick, which was half-hard.
“Starting to get down with the program, I see,” David exclaimed cheerfully. “About fucking time, kid!”
David stroked my dick until it was rock hard, but then he stopped and pulled the vibrator out. I groaned in disappointment, but then chastised myself for actually enjoying what had just happened.
David cleaned my ass, reapplied the duct tape binding to my wrists and ankles, placed me back in the hogtie and called it a night. Being extremely uncomfortable helped keep me awake, but so did me thinking about how much I had wanted to cum in that moment. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted out and I wanted that right then and there, but I knew I had enjoyed what David had just done to me. This realization caused me so much shame and I had to fight back tears.
The next morning, David drove the camper to the gas station to fill the tank first thing. When we returned to campus, yesterday’s events were repeated exactly how they occurred. He let me piss, removed the gag, fucked my face, came down my throat, reapplied the gag with a new rag, put me back in the hogtie and went to class.
That afternoon, he arrived what seemed later than the day before. David claimed the classes had gone the same as Monday and that I probably did not miss anything. He then fed me a ham sandwich, gave me some more water and let me pee.
David forced me to my knees and shoved his half-limp dick in my mouth. After it was fully erect, he pulled it out, quickly reapplied the gag and forced me to the floor and on my stomach. He squirted a liberal amount of gel around my rosebud but stepped away before entering. He returned and pulled a plastic bag over my head, tightened it at the neck and wrapped duct tape around my neck making it practically air tight.
There was air in the bag, but not much and I bucked in fear and screamed into the gag.
David entered me from the rear viciously and said, “I’ll take it off after I cum, so you better hope I cum quick.”
David drilled my ass like a well-oiled piston. His hands tightly gripped my hips while he pulled my sore ass toward him as he thrust deep into me.
The air in the bag was quickly used up and the plastic pulled up tight against my nose. I bucked and struggled, but with the lack of oxygen starting to my starved brain, my exertions quickly ebbed and I started to blackout. I knew this was the end. This is where David was going to finish me.
David erupted and screamed in pleasure as he ejaculated deep into my hole. He let go of my hips, grabbed the bag and tore a hole in it. Air flooded over my face and I inhaled deeply – filling my lungs for what felt like the first time in hours!
He laid on top of me until his cock had softened and squirted out. He removed the remnants of the plastic bag and tape that were secured around my neck, and then he cleaned my ass thoroughly. David place me into a chair and started removing the gag again.
He said as he removed the tape and ace wrap, “You were really good today, so I brought you a treat.”
Once the rag was removed, a cold bottle was placed at my lips and slowly poured into my mouth. The taste was different but not completely terrible.
“It’s a Heineken, Jack,” David said. “Do you like it?”
I swallowed a second mouthful and said, “It’s better than the wine.”
David laughed, “Everybody’s a critic! Here, drink this down.”
He made me drink the beer quickly and then gave me a second and then a third. When the third beer was finished, he dried my face and put a strip of duct tape over my mouth.
“I can’t give you too much beer, or you’ll have to piss your brains out,” David said. “And with us going on a long drive tonight, I don’t want to have to deal with your overactive bladder.”
“Where are you taking me?” I asked, and with only the strip of tape over my mouth, David could understand the gist of what I was saying.
“That’s no concern of you’re, Jack,” he said. “I just know I can’t keep you in my camper much longer. Sooner or later, someone will find you, and I’m not going to allow that. I've made arrangements. I’ve decided to keep you as my toy for the foreseeable future. Hell, Jack, I might never let you go!”
David talked about his plans for me. Taking me to a cabin in the woods and keeping me bound and imprisoned. I should have been scared beyond description, but as he continued to talk, my head swooned as a light-headed feeling hit me like a tidal wave.
“I figured a couple painkillers in your beer would make you much more pliable and content for our long trip to where your new life will begin.”
Behind my blindfold, my eyes rolled up and I passed out. When I came to, I opened my eyes and was greeted with sunlight.
Without moving, I looked around and saw that I was on a bed. My arms were visible in front of my body and they were not duct taped together. I moved my legs and they were free as well. I groggily pushed myself up and saw that I was in my dorm room. I was wearing the t-shirt and shorts that I had been wearing the night that David had drugged and abducted me. My shoes and socks were littered on the floor near the foot of my bed. My shoulders were painfully tender and stiff, and there were marks on my wrist and ankles where the tape had me secured.
I did not attend any of my classes that first week. I pretty much stayed in my dorm room and only ventured out to get some food from time to time. I saw David a lot as the semester wore on. We were in ROTC together, but he never mentioned the days I spend as his prisoner and sex slave in his camper. I honestly believe that I shut this memory out and have only recently remembered it in intrinsic detail.
David graduated two years later and I never saw him again. I never told anyone about what happened because I was too scared at the time. Now I wonder, because of my silence, how many other boys or young men spent days, or longer, in David’s camper as unwilling guests…
