Saturday, September 25, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
***Part 4 is up. Not sure how I like where it is going yet. If you have any ideas let me know. Part 5 will be up this weekend. Just remember the story starts where part 3 Stopped.****
The boy pushed against my hand for all his worth. He liked his attention, you could tell, but after his ordeal who knows when the last time he was touched as gently. I continued to rub his matted hair as I watched him start to go limp. The silence of the dungeon was deafening, my breath whistled through my nose and you could hear a faint sigh come from the boy.
I pulled back from him and stopped rubbing his head. You could see his lip start to quiver. Not knowing what the boy had been then before I retrieved him I decided it was time to get to know the story behind my chained prize. I walked to the sink in the rear of the dungeon space and grabbed a wet rag.
I whispered to the boy “keep your eyes closed, the light in here is dim but it has been a while since you have had sight”
I bent down and slowly pulled off the boys blindfold and wiped his face and eyes. The stains of leather would be there till he showered but I could get some of the sweat and dirt off his face and admire his boyish looks. He looked up at me and slowly opened his eyes and allowed them to start adjusting to the light. I watched him blink and try to rub them on his shoulder to clear them up. I reached down and grabbed him by the chin and wiped them with my rag to help him.
As he focused up on me I stared back at the most softest blue eyes I had seen in a long time. I looked deep into them and you could see that these eyes where not seething with anger or malice toward me but they were full of thanks. Caleb leaned forward and rubbed his head against my leg, his chains clanking as he tried to adjust himself. As the chains settled you could hear him crying.
Caleb and I had a lot to talk about that night. After he had adjusted to the light more he sat back on his naked ass and started talking. You could tell that for someone so young he had been well trained. Once he was able to see and had some food in his belly, he seemed right at home in his chains. I wanted to find out how he got to the tree where I found him, but every time I approached the subject his demeanor would change. I wanted to know but it was not time to push it yet.
You could see the boy starting to get worn out, but not once did he ask to be released. After talking for what seemed to be hours, I decided it was time to let him relax and adjust to his surroundings. I went to my toy closet and grabbed a front buckle locking gag and a padlock. When Caleb saw me approach he immediately knew where it was going and stretched his head up with mouth open to receive it. Once it was strapped and locked in place I rubbed Caleb’s head again and you could hear him purr. I walked outside the cell and locked the door. I turned around to hear and see Caleb crawling back to the rubber pad on the floor. He adjusted himself and looked straight at me with his blue eyes. With in seconds he closed them and was out. As I started to walk away you could hear him snoring under his gag.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
I removed my fingers from his mouth and made my way to the door of the cell. I found no reason to remove the heavy chains pinning his arms behind him or the chains on his ankles hobbling him. The blindfold would help shield his eyes from the bright light of the room and keep him disoriented just incase he decided he was ready for freedom. As I got up I watched the boy rise to his knees and he crawled his best to the water bowl, and start drinking. I closed the cell door and walked away knowing in the morning I had one hell of a story to listen to…..
Being my worried self, I turned on the webcam and quietly watched the boy from the comfort of my room. His body bent and inverted in a V form showing off his well trained smooth torso as he knelt licking the water from the dog dish. Once he had finished, he shook his head like he was trying to dislodge the blindfold still having a death grip on his head. With no change in its hold he seemed to test the limits of his confinement. Still weak from the ordeal he scooted around the dungeon area on his knees. The ankle chains clanking behind him and his manacled wrists sitting in the small of his back enforced his slow movements. It didn’t take him to long before Caleb decided to just curl up on the padded floor and drift into a deep sleep.
As I watched him, I sorta felt bad for the boy. Of course I didn’t know the whole story yet. But you see someone that you know has had some issues and your heart goes out to them. I laid down on my bed watching the sleeping bound boy, jerked myself off and went to sleep.
I was awoken to the sound of Caleb trying to get either free or just my attention. By the sounds of it he was putting great effort into trying to break the solid pieces of steel encircling his wrists and ankles. Since the room was sound proof I wasn’t worried about neighbors, however I was concerned on his aggravation level and the fact he was probably starving at this point knowing it had been almost 24 hours since I had first discovered him on the tree.
I threw on some shorts and made my way into the kitchen to grab a dog dish. I filled it up with some oatmeal and a fresh dish with water and started walking to the dungeon. I had decided before I walked in the room that the boy was going to probably not be happy so leaving him restrained as he was might be a safe thing for both of us.
As I opened the door the room was quiet. The boy had backed himself into the corner of the cell. He still had on the blindfold and the other steel but seemed to be in protect mode. I walked to the cell door and didn’t say a word. I could tell he could sense my presence. He was blindly looking my direct as if he could see through the leather blindfold he has wore the last 24 hours. I stared at him silently, more to see exactly what he was going to do. He opened his mouth to speak and a sweet and quiet, "Sir, where am I Sir"
I started to tell him but I stopped mid word. Instead I asked him to come forward to me. He was still on his knees and crawled slowly toward the door. I slowly unlocked it and met him in the middle of the cell. I touched him on the should to let him know that was far enough. He shivered yet again. I bent over and tussled his mussed up hair that still had sweat in it. He pushed forward against my hand like a puppy receiving attention and started to purr.
I decided that I should still have him restrained till I find out more about him. So I undid the cuffs and rubbed his sore arms and then redid the behind his back. He seemed defeated after the quick burst of freedom and motion in his arms and seemed to go into a sulking position. I unlocked the massive chains around his ankles from around the tree giving him movement once again to straighten his legs. You could see the marks around his knees where he had spent the last 10 hours on them. Only one more chain to go, I thought as I unlatched the chain holding his massive helmet to the tree. The poor slave was so sore from being in the kneeling position he could barely stand. I leered over at the poor boy as he crumbled into a pile of metal and flesh, exhausted from his day long ordeal.
I reached down and scooped up the boy in my arms and carried him to the cruiser. You could tell the boy needed some attention as he signed deeply as I carried him quickly to the car. I placed him in the trunk of the cruiser and he curled up the best he could in a ball. I took his restrained wrists and attached them to the chains holding fast around his ankles and slammed the trunk lid closed. The echo was deafening through the park so I decided to head on home.
On the drive home I was still trying to process everything that happened. I had to decided exactly what to do with the chained piece of meat in my trunk. As I pulled into my driveway I hit the button for the garage door and parked the car inside. I hopped out leaving the boy in the trunk and went to prepare him some space to call his own even if only temporary.
I live alone so I had converted one of my extra bedrooms into a very nice play space. I have all the needed toys to keep a slave; I was just missing the slave. I unlocked the cell door and prepared a sleeping space for the boy. I went back down to the garage and popped the trunk of the car. By this time the boy was starting to fight his restraints again. Once I touched him he settled down quickly. I unlocked him from his hogtie and carried him out of the trunk into the playroom.
I place him on the floor of the cell and went to grab the keys for his helmet. I could detect that the boys demeanor was changing. He was starting to get restless and was getting noisy as well. From the grunts coming from the helmet I could tell he was gagged. I got back with the keys and was finally able to remove the very heavy and solid metal helmet from the boys enclosed head.
This boy had been severely pack. Who ever got rid of him loved his confinement. Under the metal helmet was a leather hood with 5 straps all padlocked in place. Well that explained the muffled grunts, I thought to myself. After I was able to remove the locks I removed the boys hood. He was drenched with sweat. His light blond hair was matted and glued to his forehead. He had a blindfold on still and I could see his ears wear plugged but he was able to speak finally, And speak he did. He started babbling all your typical questions you would expect from someone that had know idea what was going on. I place my hand to his mouth and he stopped talking. After a few seconds he started pushing against my hand and started to try and suck my fingers. I allowed him to do this after seeing the ordeal he had been through. It seemed to help calm him down. I pulled out the ear plugs and whispered to him that everything was ok. "you just need to stay calm, I am going to get you something to drink and we will talk in the morning". I went to the kitchen and retrieved a dog bowl and some fresh cool water and brought it back to his cell. I put some water on my fingers and told him where the bowl was..
I removed my fingers from his mouth and made my way to the door of the cell. I found no reason to remove the heavy chains pinning his arms behind him or the chains on his ankles hobbling him. The blindfold would help shield his eyes from the bright light of the room and keep him disoriented just incase he decided he was ready for freedom. As I got up I watched the boy rise to his knees and crawled his best to the water bowl, and start drinking. I closed the cell door and walked away knowing in the morning I had one hell of a story to listen to…..
Well there you go guys. Part two. Let me know what you think of it. This one has not had the grammar or spelling checked on it so don’t bad mouth it to much. Let me know how you like it
Sunday, September 19, 2010
This is a work of fiction. While it would be nice that it is real it isn’t. If you are not legal in your hometown to read such fiction please do not do so. Also if you like the story please let me know and I may write more. This is my first work so please bare with me.
"A walk in the park"
As I write this, I still find it sorta hard to believe. I mean in the area that I live in things like this just don’t happen. Let me introduce myself, my name is Peter William Peterson III. Yeah my parents where twisted when they named me but as you can see I am not the only one in my family with such a crappy name. I usually go by "Pete" or if you meet me on my job it is usually Officer. That is right I am a State Trooper. And before you get all those porn fantasies going let me nip them in the butt - I do not mix work and pleasure. I leave my uniform in the closet after I get off work. Yes I have heard all the pick up lines and I really don’t care. Don’t let me come off as a hard ass because I am not. I am a nice guy. But I have been a trooper for 10 years now and most people go crazy when they hear it. I am 32, 6 ft1 205 pounds. No, you can't bounce a coin of my stomach but I am in good shape and I try to stay that way. I run about 6 miles a day and that is actually how I met Caleb. Ha, Caleb, and I thought I had a bad name.
Let me tell you about Caleb. Caleb is now 21. He is 5 ft 6 140 pounds of hotness. The whole "Blond hair, blue eyes, dream twink" look. We have been together for 2 years now and this is how I met him.
Like I said before things like this don’t happen in my neck of the woods. I don’t live in a big city or a small town. I call it suburban hell. Being in the biggest military area in the world has always had its perks and downfalls. Being the fact of the whole "Don’t ask Don’t Tell" policy keeps the gay population closeted. There is a nice park near my house that has a running trail that circles a nice lake. I like to run it because it is well wooded and very peaceful. I always hear the wind blowing through the trees and some birds or squirrels rustling through the leaves but that day I heard a different sound that stopped me in my tracks. It was odd because I was on my second lap around the park when I heard it.
It was still pretty faint but I knew I heard a moan. It was quickly followed by a rattle. I instantly knew what it was, but was in disbelief of the sounds until I heard them a second time. The rattle was more of a clank. I realized what it was. Hard to miss the sound of chain links rattling together. I decided to get off the path and check out where the sound was coming from. Being a cop it is my duty to check to see if anyone is in distress.
As I made my way not even 100 ft off the main path I stumbled on the reason for the rattle. I really didn’t believe what I was seeing. Before me attached to one of the biggest trees in the park was a site straight from a porn movie. I couldn’t make out his age due to his head being locked into the most severe hood I have ever seen – a complete encasement of solid steel. As I examined it you could see the hex screws holding it in place. A chain was attached to the top of it clipping his head in place to the tree. The chain was locked and wasn’t going anywhere. As I scanned down his body, I noticed his tight compacted muscles. This guy worked out - I was thinking his body was that of a wrestler but, what ever it was, I liked it. He was smooth - you could tell that it was natural. His muscular arms where stretched tightly behind him around the tree with a heavy set of handcuffs locking his slender wrists in place. Around his waist and crotch was a stainless steel chastity device that was highly polished. Further down his smooth well formed legs you could see heavy steel ankle restraints forcing him into a kneeling position.
As I scanned the sight before me, still in disbelief, I noticed a set of keys hanging from the D ring on the collar of the massive hood, as well as some sort of note. I examined the note and saw it said: “Free slave - take if wanted!” And there was an envelope that looked like it had more paper inside. I checked his pulse and tried to ask him a few questions but all I got was muffled grunts. I wasn’t sure what to do. Here I had every gay Top's dream body in front of me but in the back of my mind I thought it had to be a set up. I mean people in this area don’t really announce the kinky lifestyle. And those that do wouldn’t be willing to lose this type of high dollar gear. I had to stop and think about this situation.
I am a bondage Top and have been looking for a slave, and here in front of me less than two miles away from my house was a chained slave for free. I decided to get back to the main path and watch the area and see what was going on. I sat till dusk when the park closed. I didn’t see a single person go near the chained boy. I knew that the park closed at night so, when all I could see was the moon, I went back over to the chained body and grabbed the note off the collar.
"To who ever finds this waste of space: You are more then welcome to have him. He failed me as a slave and he has failed life as a human. Attached to his collar are the keys to his restraints if you feel you want to remove them. You may keep the restraints as he wasn’t worth the effort of reusing them after he was in them"
I thought the note was pretty harsh but I was faced with a situation I have never been faced with before. I had already made my decision earlier in the day - at least in my mind I had. Now I had to do something about it. I saw a few bug bites on his skin and, knowing that he had been locked like this all day, knew that he would soon dehydrate and starve. I could not let him stay chained to die. So I did what any human being would do. I grabbed the keys and I went to fetch my car. I get a take home police cruiser that I don’t pay to drive or use the gas so I usually use it more than my own car. Knowing that the local police would check the park for people having sex, seeing my cruiser wouldn’t raise any suspicion.
After I brought my cruiser up the path way, I stopped near where the "slave" was. I had to figure how I was to get him home. While I have had tons of criminals in the back seat in handcuffs, this one was different. At least most of them were dressed. So I decided maybe the trunk would be the best place for him. Thank goodness I still have a Crown Vic - they can hold a few bodies in the trunk. I walked back to him and saw he was starting to get restless – he was moaning and fighting against his restraints a lot more. I walked up to him and gently touched his heaving chest, which seemed to settle him down.
I decided that I should still have him restrained till I find out more about him. So I undid the cuffs and rubbed his sore arms and then redid them behind his back. He seemed defeated after the quick burst of freedom and the motion in his arms and seemed to go into a sulking position. I unlocked the massive chains around his ankles from around the tree giving him movement once again to straighten his legs. You could see the marks around his knees where he had spent at least the last 10 hours on them. “Only one more chain to go”, I thought as I unlatched the chain holding his massive helmet to the tree. The poor slave was so sore from being in the kneeling position he could barely stand.
If you like part one let me know or there will be no part two. This is my first attempt at writing in this genre so all help and support is welcome.
Thursday, September 16, 2010