Arresting Hook Novels & Stories

he gestures to the two guards. He turns and i see what's hidden behind him a chain hanging from the ceiling with a hook dangling from the end. He picks up the looped end of the rope tying my legs and attaches it to the hook as the other man starts to turn the handle of a winch. The chain rises and though i struggle I'm dragged across the floor.

“Come with me, pretty boy.” I follow behind them, admiring the view of Rhett’s ass with the anal hook. Then I watch Dominic fasten Rhett’s wrists with rope and press a button to lower a hook which he attaches Rhett’s bound wrists to before raising the hook and carefully checking that Rhett is suspended comfortably, then raises it just a tad. Rhett moans as his body stretches.

I played and felt relief when the crease between his eyebrows finally vanished. "Correction, i'm a man. You wanna see?" My breadth hitched when he pushed me in my back and towered me. His finger tracing the outlines of my face. His eyes flickered to my lips again, and i knew he was controlling when he gripped the side of my t shirt, taking it as a bedsheet. He started leaning in, looking in my eyes and asking me to stop him before he loses it. But how could i, when we both were craving it? I wrapped my hand around his neck, pulling him closer and as our lips brushed, his phone rang.

When I pulled it out, the screen had been filled with BDSM slang and talk about switching bedpartners among friends. That was when I found out that they filmed everything. They then used the footage to control the victims, preventing them from reporting their activities to the police. I later overheard him on the phone mentioning an island. He was a frequent visitor there. Every time before his trip there, he would become unusually excited. When he returned, he would have a spring in his step that would last for quite a while. I eventually suspected that the island was where they held their little get-togethers.

He approached me with purposeful, measured steps that left no room for escape, his dark eyes locked on mine with intense focus. He grabbed my wrists firmly, his grip strong and unyielding, and clicked the cold metal handcuffs around them, pulling my arms behind my back with practiced efficiency. The metallic click echoed in my ears like a final judgment. “You’re under arrest for theft,” he informed me in a deep, steady voice. “The store has clear footage of you taking the bracelet. This carries serious consequences if the owner decides to press full charges against you.”

I heard him move to the side table again. Then I felt something new — cold, smooth, and heavy. A thick metal anal hook. He removed the plug and carefully inserted the hook, the curved end settling deep inside me. He attached the top of the hook to the chain system of my hogtie, pulling it tight so that any movement tugged the hook deeper. “Mmmphhh!” I cried out around the gag as the new pressure made my whole body tense. “Stay still,” he warned, giving the chain a light tug. The hook moved inside me, sending sparks of intense sensation through my core.

Once I was done, I came to the conclusion that my picture was inside the woman's purse and because of the impact of the collision with the trailer, it flew out and landed a few meters from it. That was the only plausible reason I could see and think of. I knew what I had to do. I pocketed my picture, grabbed her purse from the ground where I had dropped it, and got out from under the trailer. I intercepted the ambulance as they were about closing the door. "Hi! My name is Alexander Moore." I brought out my company ID card and showed it to the woman. "She's my secretary." I pointed to the woman on the stretcher. The lie had jumped easily to my lips.