Looking at the radiator, Dan examined it carefully. It couldn't be that hard to just pull it from the wall. He foolishly thought as he gave his bound arm a swift jerk.
"Ahh..fuck!" He cursed as the metal cuff dug mercilessly into his wrist, earning him a nice gash. The radiator remained sturdily in place, not having so much as slightly shook.
Still this didn't deter Dan as he stood and with both hands tried with all of his strength to separate it from it's steel mount in the floor with no result.
"Piece of crap! I can't believe this!" Dan growled before kicking it with his boot. Fortunately for him his boots were steel toed, at least ensuring he didn't get any broken toes.
Taking a seat once again another thought occurred to him despite how much he hated sinking to such a level.
His neighbor, an elderly woman by the name of Ms. Schneider had been a constant thorn in his side since he'd moved in, not that he was a model neighbor himself to begin with. She was always complaining to landlord about him or beating on the wall with that accursed cane of hers whenever she wasn't listening to her tv on full blast which could easily be heard through the aging walls of the apartment.
It seemed Dan had little choice what with his window of time for escape slipping away. Raising a fist to the wall he beat it twice with his fist as hard as he could. "Ms. Schneider!" He yelled loudly hoping to get the old woman's attention. Not long afterward a banging noise was heard on the other side, surely that of the old lady beating her cane on the wall.
"Shut that noise up, you delinquent or I'll call the cops!" was the reply followed by the volume of the tv set next door being turned on full blast, the broadcast of Wheel of Fortune being heard all to clearly.
"Fine call them, ya stupid old bat!"
Dan screamed hostile at the response, though the nearly deaf old woman probably didn't hear him this time.
Having the cops to free him would end this once and for all, but then again he thought twice about this notion. If his imposter were to spill to them that Dan was the guy they were supposed to have jailed, he'd surely go to jail on top of the long list of other crimes and misdemeanors he had against him. The countless shredded parking tickets would not serve him well either if they chose to do a background check on him.
Slumping against the wall, he beat his fist against the floor in frustration and closed his eyes in an effort to wrack his mind for a solution. Why was this so hopeless? Soon however his train of thought was interrupted by his stomach gurgling.
He found himself wondering what his double would bring back for him. The least he could've done was asked him if he wanted anything specific.
Nearly half an hour later, a rustling of keys was heard outside the apartment and not long afterward the imposter was setting three grocery bags on the counter. His eyes averted to Dan with suspicion for a brief moment as he set to putting things away. "So have you been behaving while I've been gone?" He asked in a mocking voice like that which a mother would use with a disobedient child.
Dan however ignored him, instead facing the wall.
"I'll just take your silence as a yes." Once he was finished, the imposter took a seat on the couch with the smallest of the grocery bags. Taking the contents out of the smaller bag, he walked over to Dan cautiously and placed a saran wrapped sandwich and bottle of water beside him. 'I wasn't sure what you liked so I guessed. Hope you like chicken on rye."
That said he went back to the couch and sat down. "Oh Please. like you would care." was Dan's response but he had little desire to argue in favor of sating his need for nourishment.
Likewise, the imposter decided to take this time to eat as well and yet it was obvious that he was hiding some sort of plans. Once the two had finished, he retrieved a last item from the bag and set it onto the coffee table.
"You know those collars people get for unpredictable animals, Dan?" He asked thoughtfully pausing as he took in the confusion written on the others face. "You mean shock collars?"
"That's it. I never thought those things were very humane especially considering how it hurts the animals. I guess it's really a good thing I don't feel the same about people like you in this case."
He couldn't help but laugh a little at his captive's heated stare. This wasn't going to bode well at all, so it seemed.
Taking a collar from the plastic casing along with a remote, the imposter held it up for Dan to see. "This one in particular is strong enough to take down a pit bull." Approaching Dan with a vile grin, he laughed again as his captive backed himself into a corner and knelt down watching him closely.
Pinning Dan's chest to the floor with one boot, he managed to fix the collar on his neck but not without a scuffle, earning himself some claw marks on his upper arm.
Standing up, he grinned at his work. "Fight all you want now. It has a locking mechanism that can only be deactivated with the remote, by the way."
Taking the remote, he turned a knob to test the device which gave Dan a slight jolt, which caused him to curse loudly in response.
"Ah ah..language. Remember Dan." He scolded this time increasing the voltage and earning him a yelp of pain from Dan as his body twitched momentarily.
"There there, good dog." He petted Dan on the head in a condescending fashion to emphasize this.
Dan however lost his temper at this and knocked his hand away. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
He launched himself at him as best as he could considering his situation at least hoping to land a strike.
His imposter however was too quick this time, dodging him and stepping just out of reach.
"I think it's time I show you your place once and for all." He glowered as he pulled a key from his pocket and pinned Dan to the wall by his neck with his free hand.
No words were exchanged as he cuffed Dan's hands together and forced him into the bedroom.
Closing the door behind him, the imposter flipped the lock on the knob before pushing Dan onto the mattress then standing back a moment. "I've decided there is no way that you will obey me unless I break you fully." He spoke in a dangerous yet oddly soft voice as his eyes watched the other, taking in the guarded bewilderment in his eyes.
Pulling the remote from his pocket where he'd hastily stashed it earlier, he promptly gave Dan another shock this time on a higher voltage.
Dan clutched at the collar as best he could with his cuffed hands, a yelp escaping his throat as he fell and writhed against the mattress until finally the pain subsided. Now he lay there, muscles rigid and burning from the shock that still burned through his every fiber of being, his eyes glaring and unflinching at the one he'd grown to loathe.
"So what now? You've run out of torture ideas, is that it?"
He hissed, pain evident in his voice as he looked at his imposter, the one that dared to think he was so much better.
The imposter only laughed as he approached, having set down the remote at a corner table. "Not at all Dan. In fact, I know the one thing that can get to you the most." That said he waved a new pair of handcuffs at Dan and removed the cuffs from one of his hands, followed by cuffing both separately to the brass posts at the head of the bed so that he was facing up.
Dan on the other hand was beginning to become anxious. He knew what could happen when bound to a bed like this and it did nothing to ease his worries.
Climbing up onto the bed alongside the imposter sighed, rubbing Dan's bare chest idly before he busied his fingers with Dan's jeans, soon tossing them to the floor.
"You won't be needing those for awhile, I'm afraid."
He spoke with a methodical look upon his face as he busied himself with removing any remaining articles of clothing.
What followed next was making completely sure that both of Dan's legs were bound to the opposite railing. Fortunately Dan seemed to have ample rope for just such an occasion.
Double checking his handiwork, the imposter took in Dan's expression for a moment. It was one of horror and disbelief, yet he still tried to look tough as though none of this were bothering him.
"You wouldn't do what I think you are planning would you?"
Dan asked, trying his best to sound sarcastic, but it came out as being somewhat more frantic of a tone much to his frustration.
"Don't assume so much, it's rather unbecoming." His imposter simply scolded leaving Dan in suspense until his hands went to remove his own shirt followed by the boots and then his jeans. All that were left was his boxers, the fabric tenting prominently in the center. These too were removed and tossed aside in no time.
Climbing over Dan, he smirked coldly as he leaned close and whispered in his ear..
"You're going to remember this day for the rest of your life. In fact I think I will spare your life just so you can have these mental scars which you are about to receive for a very long time."
With that, the imposter took in the sight of his now very naked rival surely of which had already done the same. Reaching over to the nightstand he was thankful he'd taken time to familiarize himself with where things were kept in the bedroom, and eventually found a small tube. Once he was properly lubricated his hands roamed over Dan's body, fingers finding his orifice and sliding one carefully inside.
Dan on the other hand, writhed against the sensation, his eyes closed tight as he tried his best to wake up from this nightmare. How could he have become so helpless that now he was at the mercy of his most hated enemy and in such a position for that matter?
He fought hard to erase the sensations as another finger burrowed deep inside his vice tight orifice followed by a scissoring motion.
"I'll get you for this." He vowed bitterly at his imposter which paid him no mind.
Instead he removed his fingers, and readied himself at his virgin orifice.
Pushing at first, he'd barely managed to get the head of his arousal inside due to the still very tight orifice.
Dan cried out softly in a hushed tone, sounding like a pitiful almost whimpering of sorts much to his own dismay.
Finally after much work on his part, the imposter found himself buried to the hilt in the impossibly tight orifice. The feeling it's self was dizzying but there was no time to linger on thoughts alone.
Taking in the sight of his naked body, The imposter moved his hand to Dan's face and petted it casually, albeit mockingly.
"You really should open your eyes, you'll want to remember all of this." His mocking words echoing in Dan's mind, so callous and cold but nothing to take his mind off his current situation.
The first thrust that came was agonizing, causing Dan to writhe against his restraints, but not daring to look at his double. No, his humiliation kept him from doing this.
The imposter smiled down upon his prey as he continued, his hand reaching Dan's chin and gripping it firmly. "Look at me, god damn it! I want you to see everything!"
This caused Dan to open his eyes, pain etched in them as he watched and felt every brutal thrust. However that was the least of his concern as he felt his own body beginning to react no matter how much he willed it not to. This was the last thing he wanted that bastard to see and yet he couldn't very well hide it either.
Soon a laugh echoed throughout the room, soft yet cruel.
"Ahh..I knew it." The imposter grunted as his hands curled around the hips of his captive, steadying his thrusts.
"I knew you couldn't hide it for very long. How does it feel to be aroused by the person you hate more than anything?" His breath becoming labored as he reached the crux of his conquest, ready to spill over at any time now.
Dan merely chose to remain silent aside from the occasional and unintentional moan. He wouldn't dare scream for the other no matter how hard he thrust.
"Fine. You don't need to say anything. The satisfaction I have in this knowledge is more than enough." He sneered vilely as he bent close to Dan's face. Taking this opportunity, the imposter forced his mouth on Dan's, surprising him in the process as he enveloped him in a searing hot kiss. His tongue desecrating every inch of the usually more often than not vicious mouth.
Rising up again, he took in Dan's newly infuriated expression. "That's right. Hate me, Dan. Hate the one that is fucking you in the most literal sense."
Both of their sweat covered bodies heaving and panting as they writhed against each other, time seemed endless and divinely cruel as minutes felt like hours to Dan.
Within a matter of time the imposter arched his frame, a loud moan escaping his mouth as his semen shot into his rival and causing the same reaction within him.
This time Dan did scream, shame and humiliation washing over his features as he came, hot fluid spilling onto bare flesh.
Now he lay exhausted, close to shutting down not only from the lack of sleep but the rough act that had taken place. Still feeling dirty and disturbed, Dan found it hard to just give into the overwhelming urge to shut down.
Feeling himself being released from his cuffs and bindings, Dan could at least find relief in the fact this his badly chaffed arms and legs were now free. Such an allowance of solace was short lived however as his imposter bent over him again and his line of vision blurred, his body desperate for rest.
Resistance was futile now.
"You should be happy Dan, you may be a loser but at least you make one hell of a fine bitch." The imposter laughed, these being the last words Dan heard as consciousness left him finally.