Chapter 1
He opened his eyes and felt the cool morning air dancing across his skin. Moving his legs, he tried to turn himself over but felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder. Looking up he realised he couldn't move his right arm...or his left...what the-
A slight panic settled in his chest as he realised his arms were bound above his head by a brightly coloured scarf. Looking down he realised how naked he was and the panic began to increase as his heart beat loudly in his ears.
What the hell is going on here? He thought to himself. As he struggled to loosen the ties that held him his mind flashed back to the last thing it remembered.
~*~12 hours earlier~*~
He was waiting on his blind date when the bartender gave him a drink that had been given by a blonde across the bar. He initially refused it and told the bartender to inform the blonde that whilst he was flattered he was also gay. The drink was promptly sent back to him with the message "Well that sucks. Enjoy the drink good-looking!". He raised the glass and smiled at the blonde before taking a sip. It had to have been the foulest thing he'd ever tasted. Smiling through the fire on his taste buds, he noticed the blonde watching him. Feeling obligated, he'd finished the drink just as the text alert sounded on his phone.
'Sorry, I can't do this. Maybe another time.' Great he thought, stood up by a blind date. He left the hotel bar and headed back to his room when his stomach began to grumble. What was in that drink? He thought to himself.
Shit! That witch spiked me He felt so stupid as he felt a sharp pain in his wrist as the scarf was pulling on his skin. Twisting his legs, he managed to get some leverage and with a bit of effort and some pain, he'd worked himself up onto his knees just enough that he could take the scarf in his teeth and loosen it enough to get one of his hands out.
After what felt like an age, he was finally free of the bed that had held him for god knows how long. He noticed his clothes neatly folded in a pile on the nearby dresser. Expecting the worst, he carefully checked the pile and noticed his keys, phone and wallet all still intact. Feeling even more confused he checked his phone to find 12 missed calls and 9 text messages from his parents. Varying stages of concern and anger mixed with resignation that their son was out for the night. Deciding to answer the full feeling in his bladder before facing the music, he headed for the en-suite bathroom, rubbing his tired eyes and ruffling his dark hair. What on earth happened last night? Relieving himself, he realised that he hadn't had any action overnight because the tell-tale purple mark that usually showed itself after climax was absent. A flashback made its way into his head as a blonde head stomped out of his room shouting something about not getting up. Well that's a relief he sighed to himself.
He washed and dried his hands before returning to his room and getting dressed. His phone rang loudly from the bed. He rolled his eyes as he saw the name flash on the screen.
"Hi, Listen, I can't really talk just now. Can I call you later?" he said quickly, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder and tucking his shirt in roughly.
"Um, yeah I guess." Came the sad voice from the other end. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, just running a bit late" he blushed as he lied. "I'll call you later"
The line beeped and went quiet. Shoving the phone and his wallet hastily into his pocket, he grabbed his suit jacket and keys and left the room.