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Subject: {ASSM} Cabin Fever (1.F) m/m b and d
Date: Sat, 4 Mar 2000 01:10:09 -0500
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Cabin Fever (1.F)
(NOTE:...the unedited transcript below is from an ongoing cyber/roleplay
scene...other than fixing some typos it reads exactly as it has been improvised
online via an AOL IM...it is being submitted for your possible
entertainment...we assume you are over 18 and wish to read a story containing
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ADDENDUM TO PART FIVE...The Struggle
i could tell from the darkening skies outside the window that i had spent
almost the entire day at the mercy of my captor... the seemingly good samaritan
who had generously offered me shelter until morning... how could i have known
he would all but sytematically and sadistically destroy any hope of my ever
escaping the nightmare i was trapped in.... The sun was dipping behind the
darkening snow clouds and when he informed me he was going outside for a bit to
collect some firewood for the night, i begged for him to release me... i needed
to piss so badly after all the coffee he had forced me to drink throughout the
day. He just laughed as he donned his coat and i heard the backdoor to the
cabin slam closed, leaving me totally alone and helpless.
With my head bound in it's immobilizing position, i could do little more
than stare out the nearby window and up at the cabin's rafters... i could sense
the rawness of my bound cock and balls, my shaft still twitching, unable go
soft for some reason... my mind continued to wander over the images of those
photos of that guy he'd showed me... bound... captive... victim..... like me...
what had become of that dude?... what had happened to him? i tried to think
about my girlfriend, but i could only imagine her wondering where the hell i
was.... i was supposed to be with her right now... instead, i was being held
against my will with no hope of anyone ever finding me... or so this bastard
had led me to believe... i had to find a way to regain control, but i didn't
know how... not in the present position i was in... my arms and legs had all
but gone numb and although i could not see them, i felt the blueness of my
swollen balls aching with a dullness that kept eating away at my soul... My
mind was racing with every unimaginable thought as to what would happen to me
if i did not figure out a way to get the upper hand on this sick fucker! My
physical strength was not doing me any good at this point and he always seemed
to be one step ahead of me everytime i tried to outwit him... i had to get that
gun and that cell phone... i stopped for a second as i came to a terrifying
realization... i had to get out of here before that other guy showed up... with
two of them, my fate would be sealed and i would never escape... my muscles
briefly renewed their endeavors to break free from the ropes and tapes and
cuffs... all employed to literally glue me to this damn chair... i tried
rocking, but that did absolutely no good... a sinking feeling grew in the pit
of my stomach like a knot as i felt my spirit giving up... but i couldn't just
yet... i had to fight... but it all seemed so futile... i couldn't take much
more of this... As if it was an indication of things to come, my body suddenly
sank back into my restraints and i became aware of the utter defeated
humiliation of piss spurting from my bound meat... splattering all over my legs
and dribbling down onto the wooden floor beneath me.... the stench of my own
piss rose up to meet my nostrils as i sat and waited...waited helplessly....
like the victim i knew deep down that i was becoming...
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