Justin Bieber Bondage – Kidnapped, Collared and Chained Part 2

Continued from Part 1 here…

Time passed slowly. Bieber was unsure how long he had been a prisoner. He breathed slowly and steadily. His own heart beat sounded loud in his ears and he struggled to keep it under control.

He’d panicked when the penis gag had been shoved in his mouth and then the heavy leather hood strapped tightly over his head. He’d drawn in great rasping breaths, desperately trying to take in enough precious oxygen to stay conscious. Eventually, he’d managed to calm himself and slow his body’s need for oxygen.

Bieber felt the cold, stone floor beneath him. His body was forced into a painful, cross legged sitting position. His struggles against his metal restraints had been futile. His wrists were cuffed behind his back and pulled up high towards his neck where a chain connected them to the heavy steel collar which had been locked around his neck. His head had been forced forward and a piece of solid, rigid steel – no more than 12 inches in length – connected his collar to the shackles which had been locked around his ankles. A length of chain was padlocked to his collar and then to a large metal ring which was firmly bolted to the wall.

Bieber’s body ached painfully as it struggled to cope with its harsh bondage…and he was cold. He was naked apart from the small, black, leather posing pouch which he had worn to bed prior to his kidnap. Normally, he enjoyed wearing his tight, leather underwear whilst in bed (and sometimes under his normal clothes) but tonight he wished he’d chosen to wear something less revealing and warmer.

Something had gone wrong. He felt sure. He’d arranged a mock kidnap with his management. He’d discussed being tied up, maybe handcuffed, gagged and then kept in some undisclosed location for a few hours. Bieber knew that with his fame came the ever present threat of kidnap…and he wanted to be prepared. He’d signed a piece of paper which gave his permission to be taken any time, any place and kept prisoner for an (as he now realised) undisclosed amount of time.

But this wasn’t right. His restraints were too tight and painful. His room was too cold. The hood threatened constantly to stifle his breathing. The large penis gag which filled his mouth was continually provoking his gag reflex and he could feel the hood filling up with saliva and sweat. This was all too real. Something had gone badly wrong.

Bieber was suddenly aware of footsteps. He felt hands grabbing the restraints connecting his neck to his ankles. He felt the shackles being removed from his ankles. He was able to sit up. The relief was enormous.

Hands grabbed both of his arms and he felt himself being lifted into a standing position. His body complained and he screamed into his gag. He heard a further clanking of chain behind him and then suddenly he was being dragged forward. He managed to place his feet onto the floor and he managed to start walking as his captors continued to half carry/half drag him.

Bieber was totally disorientated. His wrists were still chained behind his back to his collar and the hood and gag continued to provide partial sensory deprivation. Bieber suddenly felt rain against his bare skin and water splashing beneath his exposed feet. He shivered as his mostly naked body was exposed to the cold elements. Then…dry ground again. He was back inside some sort of building again. Where the hell was he being taken?

Five? Ten? Fifteen more minutes of walking and he was suddenly forced down to his knees. He felt cold restraints being locked around his ankles. He felt a further chain connecting his shackled ankles to his handcuffed wrists. His neck was jerked suddenly and he heard metal clanking as he was once again chained to a wall.

His head was grabbed roughly. The straps were being undone on his hood. He felt relief as the painful bondage was finally removed from his head. The hood came off and he was blinded by the light. He still couldn’t see properly.

‘Bieber, I’m going to take your gag away. You make one fucking sound and it goes right back in. Do you understand?’

Bieber was startled by the brutal voice. His hair was grabbed and pulled hard.

‘I said do you FUCKING understand?’

Bieber nodded. His eyes were slowly adjusting to the light. There were two guys with him. They were dressed similarly…boots, tight blue jeans, leather jackets…both of them wore tight black rubber hoods with eye and mouth holes. They were both big and muscled. One of them reached behind Bieber’s head and unfastened the gag straps. It…along with a large pool of saliva…slid quickly out of Bieber’s mouth. Bieber sucked in air greedily for a few seconds and then began to speak…

‘Guys, what’s g…..!!’

He was smacked hard around the side of his face and across his nose. He screamed. The force of the blow was so hard he fell to the floor onto his side. His handcuffed wrists offered him no protection and he felt his arm grind into the stone floor. The chain attaching him to the wall pulled tight and yanked his neck painfully. He was unable to stretch out his legs because his ankles were chained to his wrists with a short length of chain. He lay on the dusty floor restrained in a chain hogtie. His cheek stung and he felt tears come to his eyes.

‘I told you, Bieber, not a fucking sound.’

His two captors grabbed his arms and lifted him back to his knees.

‘Look at you, Bieber, what the fuck are you wearing? A fucking leather posing pouch?? You little fucking pussy boy!’

Bieber knelt, head forward, facing the floor. He closed his eyes. He heard laughing as his two captors left the room. He looked up and saw a heavy, solid metal door slam shut. He heard the locking of chains and padlocks on the other side of the door.

He lifted his head up. His cheek hurt badly. Was his nose bleeding? Above him, hanging from the stone ceiling, a single light bulb illuminated the room. The room was about three metres square and all stone. Stone walls, stone floor, stone ceiling. No windows. A cold, stone dungeon.

He was kneeling on old newspapers. To his right there were two bowls. He shuffled his knees and moved his body towards them. His chains rattled. His neck chain kept him close to the wall.

He leaned over the bowls. One of them contained some sort of dry breakfast cereal and the other was full of water. Was he supposed to eat this?

He knelt up. The cold stone floor was hard on his knees. He wanted to sit down but was worried he would fall onto his side. The cold handcuffs kept his wrists firmly locked behind his back and his wrists were chained to both his collar and his ankles. If he fell onto his side then his body would be forced into a metal and chain hogtie from which he wouldn’t be able to right himself. His shoulders ached. His body shivered.

Bieber leaned forward again, closed his eyes and waited…

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