Justin Bieber knew that with his great fame there was the ever present risk of kidnap. He knew that he should prepare himself mentally and physically for such a situation. He spoke to his agent and made arrangements for a mock kidnap to take place. The kidnap was arranged and, after only a matter of days, Bieber was abducted during the night while he slept.
It was quick and efficient. He was grabbed from his bed. His wrists were handcuffed behind his back, a ballgag was forced into his mouth and he was hooded. He was bundled into a van where a steel collar was locked around his neck and shackles were placed on his ankles. He was then driven to an undisclosed location where he was placed in tight and unforgiving metal restraints.
Bieber immediately started to regret setting these events in motion. He regretted what he had chosen to wear in bed that night and wished that he’d worn his usual basketball shorts. His leather posing pouch had been a secret fetish of his for a long time but now it was a secret no longer. The ride in the van had been exciting and the prospect of what lay ahead had filled Bieber full of eager anticipation, but the metal restraints in which he now found himself were unexpected, harsh and painful. He’d expected to be tied to a chair and was sure that was what he’d agreed to. Ropes he could deal with, but the metal restraints had been an unpleasant surprise.
Bieber had also expected his kidnappers to remain present but once his restraints had been locked in place he’d been left alone to contemplate his situation. The room and the floor where he was seated were cold. A chain had been padlocked to his steel collar and the other end of the chain was attached to a large metal ring which was firmly bolted to the wall. Try as he might, he couldn’t find a comfortable position and his attempts to ease his discomfort soon became frantic attempts to free himself. And, as Bieber desperately struggled against his bondage, it occurred to him that no time limit had been set on his kidnap experience.
And, more worryingly, as the hours slowly passed and pain began to spread through his restrained limbs, Bieber began to realise that maybe…maybe…he had been kidnapped for real…
He started to yell for help and eventually, much to his relief, someone entered the room.
Being unable to lift his head, Bieber was unable to learn much about the appearance of his captor. He was wearing black boots, blue jeans and a heavy black leather coat. He was hooded. He carried two items.
Before Bieber had chance to protest, his hair was roughly grabbed and his head was pulled up. He briefly glimpsed a large, black penis gag before it was shoved into his mouth and strapped tightly behind his head. The penis gag filled his mouth and pushed into his throat. Instantly his gag reflex was triggered as his body attempted to expel the large rubber penis shaped object from his mouth.
A heavy leather hood was placed over his head. Laces were pulled tightly behind his head and the hood gripped his head firmly as they were tied off. Straps were fastened painfully tight below his chin, over his eyes and over the top of his head. His mouth was forced to close on his penis gag and he was only able to take in air through the small nostrils holes just above his gagged mouth. He was trapped in a smothering world of darkness.
The sound of his frantic rasping breathing filled his ears. Controlling his gag reflex and sucking in air through the nostril holes became a priority. Bieber began to weep as he realised that this was no longer a game…