Chapter 1
There's nothing better than coming home after a long, tiring week of work to find your boyfriend waiting for you. It was the weekend, and I was looking forward to a lot of rest and enjoyment. I opened the front door, and with a smile, I said loudly,
"I'm home, my love!"
Bardiya called out from the kitchen, "Abtin, darling, I'm here... I'm making dinner."
I smelled the food and felt hungry. I was sure Bardiya had cooked a delicious meal. I walked into the kitchen, leaned against the counter, and said, "So, we're having a delicious dinner tonight."
Bardiya smiled and said, "Guess what I made for dinner."
"Steak? A burger?"
"Wrong guess! I made Ghormeh Sabzi."
"Oh my God, I love it."
Bardiya smiled. He was wearing gray pants and a form-fitting navy t-shirt that clearly showed his six-pack. Our relationship had been going for three years, and two months ago, we decided to live together in my house. He was 30 years old, three years younger than me. He was tall, about 190 cm, with black hair, a black stubble, and a smile that could make my heart tremble...
Bardiya
He and I were close friends in high school, and that friendship continued for years. But after a while, we fell in love and started a relationship. This was the best thing that ever happened in my life.
I kissed Bardiya's cheek and left the kitchen to go to our room to change my clothes. I took off my shirt and put on a gray t-shirt. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself. Like Bardiya, I had relatively long black hair and a black stubble.
Abtin
After dinner, Bardiya and I sat on the couch to watch my favorite show. I hugged him and turned on the TV. The singing talent show would start in a few minutes, and Bardiya and I loved that show and watched it every night.
The show's teaser aired, and the program began. The host was a man named Ziya, a handsome man in his early thirties.
Ziya
He would always smile at the camera at the beginning of the show and shout, "(Welcome to another singing talent competition!)" and after that, the dancers would come onto the stage and dance.
But tonight, it wasn't like that.
Zia was on stage, tied up and gagged. His wrists and arms were tied behind his back with rope. His ankles, thighs, and calves were also tied with ropes, and his ankles were connected to his wrists.
There was a red ball gag in his mouth, which prevented him from speaking and caused saliva to drip onto his expensive suit. Zia struggled on the ground, groaning:
"Mmmmpppphhh mmmpptpptpppph mmmm mmmmppphhh"
Bardiya looked at the TV screen, then at me, and with wide eyes, he asked, "Oh my God! What's going on with this show? It was supposed to be a singing competition, but it looks like a BDSM show! Look at that poor host; he's completely helpless..."
I shook my head and said, "I don't know, darling, but we'll find out why they've captured him now."
At that moment, the dancers came onto the stage and danced around Zia, who was still struggling. Then, the male dancers went to Zia, untied his ropes, removed the ball gag from his mouth, and helped him stand up.
Zia smiled and wiped the saliva from his beard. He held the microphone to his mouth and said, "Welcome to the singing talent show!"
The sound of cheering and screaming from the audience filled the air. Then Zia started talking again:
"We thank tonight's program sponsor for tying me up and gagging me! I have to say I was really worried about my saliva dripping on the microphone."
He smirked and continued his speech:
"Our sponsor for tonight's program is the International Festival of Captured Men! A festival that is being held for the first time this year!"
Then a promotional teaser was shown.
The flags of all the countries in the world were shown for a few seconds, and then, as pictures of men tied up and gagged in various positions were displayed, a man's voice was heard saying:
"The International Festival of Captured Men is being held for the first time this year. In this festival, three men from each country will be tied up and gagged and will compete with men from other countries. The country with the hottest tied and gagged man, as voted by you, will win a ship plus 10 kilograms of gold!" The sound of cheering was heard, and the man continued, "You can participate in this festival and buy the necessary equipment for captivity from the stores or even buy a captured man! Learn various knots and have thousands of other unique experiences at this festival... To buy tickets, visit our festival website." The teaser ended, and the singing talent show began.
Bardiya shouted excitedly, "Oh my God, this is amazing! We have to go to this festival."
I smiled and said, "Are you sure, darling? We could just sit here and watch a series or read a book...mmmppphhh"
Bardiya put his hand over my mouth and said, "I'm sure we'll have a great time, so please don't object, and book two tickets right now."
He took his hand off my mouth, and I smiled and agreed. I went to the website the man had mentioned and booked tickets for two days later, which was the festival's opening day. The festival was in another city and far away from us, so I had to book a room at a hotel recommended on the same site, which offered a discount for those attending the festival.
Bardiya smiled excitedly and said, "This will be the best weekend ever!"
To be continued...
