Dominick Kinsey: PI (boyxboy)

Case 52: Dicking Around Part 2

I was strapped to a chair. Disoriented. My head was all fuzzy. Last thing I remembered was being at Tanja's house. There were ropes tied tightly around my wrist which were pulled uncomfortably behind the back of the wooden chair I was sitting on. My elbows were also tied to the chair for good measure. Looking down at myself I realized I was naked. There was a rope around my waist and a rope around each ankle. Why did it feel like I'd experienced all of this before somewhere?

Shit! The vision.

There's no way I'm letting this scene play out in real life. Seeing some other guy's dick get cut off through his eyes was painful enough. My dick was not meeting a similar fate.

Why the hell did I take her fucking drink. It's not even the first time a woman has drugged me at her house? Did I learn nothing? After I got out of here, I was never ever going to accept an open drink from anyone ever again.

I struggled with the ropes, yanking my wrists as hard as I could. I could feel the blood dripping down my hands from the constant rubbing of the coarse rope over my much more delicate flesh. When I couldn't get my hands loose, I tried for my feet. Tugging on them only resulted in, you guessed it, toppling my chair over.

I managed to avoid hitting my head on the ground, a small miracle, and tried to squirm myself away from the area where I had been sat. Maybe that would make it more difficult to find me. Only moving yourself while stuck to a chair is fucking hard. I might have squiggled a foot away from where I had been set before I was so tired I needed to catch my breath.

While I was trying to get my breathing back under control, a door opened somewhere in the distance. There was a distinct form of a female making her way over to me. When she got closer she smirked, as if finding this whole situation mildly amusing.

"Please don't cut my dick off," I blurted out without thinking. Mentally slapping myself I hoped she wouldn't think it was weird that I knew what she planned to do. Heck, maybe she'd just think I watched the news.

She got closer to me and moved my chair in an upright position. Must have eaten her Wheaties this morning. I wouldn't know, I wasn't with her in the morning.  Heck, I didn't want to be with her now. 

She stood up and looked down at me with a sneer.

"You're not wearing your mask, Tanja," I stated calmly.

Tanja didn't seem too surprised that I knew she had worn a mask before. It was almost as if she somehow knew that I could do what I did. That I had visions. "You know, when he told me, I didn't believe him," she commented slowly.

"Who? What did he tell you?"

"He said that you had visions," Tanja continued like I had never talked, picking her words carefully, and I guess she could. She literally had a captive audience. "Said you might see what he made me do."

"Who? Who's been making you do this?" I was beginning to feel a little bit like an owl.

"It doesn't matter," she hissed with a dramatic flare. "Nothing matters anymore. Should have realized... told me if I didn't... tell Djani I'm cheating... That I cheated... Made me take them and do... All those awful things... to find you. Lure you out."

Well, I could almost understand that sputtered nonsense.

She turned away from me and walked some distance towards the door she had come in. I saw the flash of her phone coming out of her pocket. She dialed a number and put the device up to her ear.

"I got him, now what?" she spoke flatly. I wondered why she was listening to this person. Wasn't it easier to just tell your partner that you were cheating on them? Rather than be blackmailed by someone who then forced you to commit horrendous crimes?