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Subject: {ASSM} STORY Cabin Fever 5.E (m/m b and d)
Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2000 22:10:13 -0500
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Cabin Fever (5.E)
(NOTE:...the unedited transcript below is from an ongoing cyber/roleplay
scene...other than fixing some (not all) 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
sexual content...Uwant2hurt's character is david...a sadistic man who play's
mind games with his prey...mentally stripping away their sense of indentity as
he sexually torments them...Bnd4tormnt's character is "faggot"...a straight
man, who finds himself bound..trapped...at Uwant2hurt's cruel pleasure...stevie
is the name of another captive held in a sub-basement of a shed at the back of
the cabin...chuck is the name of a fellow sadistic co-conspirator of
Uwant2hurt's...]
PART TWENTYTWO...Choosing Sides
Uwant2hurt: [david pauses...it seems as if he feels compelled not to
continue... he lets go of your balls... sighs] ummmm... coffee... you want some
coffee, faggot?...
Bnd4tormnt: <relaxing slightly from the release of my balls... still in
horrified shock at the tale you've just presented to me... i shake my gagged
head no at your offer>
Uwant2hurt: well...i need some... [he gets up and pours himself a
cup...pours one for you too...brings both cups back...]
Bnd4tormnt: <my mind is racing with all the things you've just told me
about... understanding why you and chuck are together... feeling that any
escape for me is not even an option any more>
Uwant2hurt: i'm sorry i lost it with you... can't control myself
sometimes...[david removes your gag]
Bnd4tormnt: <i stare at you in your boxers as you stand before me with the
coffee... you are visibly shaken... my sore jaw works to relieve the ache
induced by the ball gag after it is removed>
Uwant2hurt: i... i... never told anyone this before... [david sits
again...]
Bnd4tormnt: <i try to find the words... but can only say> i'm... sorry....
Uwant2hurt: i'm just trying to help you faggot....
Bnd4tormnt: h-h-how did you get... away?
Uwant2hurt: oh....yeah....fuck....well...
Uwant2hurt: they had me down there in that basement for a while....believe
it ot not, there was someone ahead of me they were using....
Bnd4tormnt: <not even conscious of the hardon springing from my groin as i
listen... a captive audience for your story>
Uwant2hurt: ...they had him strapped to a cross... gagged... they didn't
want to hear him beg... or whine... but he did anyway... through the gag...
Bnd4tormnt: <eyeing you closely as i see how the memory of reliving this
is affecting you>
Uwant2hurt: there were three... no four of them... the fat pig was with
them... they put a plastic bag over his head and taped it around his neck...
Bnd4tormnt: oh, my god.....
Uwant2hurt: the pig... he had me tied standing spread eagle... he played
with my cock... fucked my ass as they worked on him...
Bnd4tormnt: <part of me refuses to listen, but i can't help but be
mesmerized by the tale you weave... my dick listening intently...>
Uwant2hurt: it takes a while to die with that bag on you... it takes even
longer if you have some fuckin' bastards cutting and slicing you with their
razor blades... sticking pins in you....
Bnd4tormnt: oh, my god... no... don't... david... i don't want to know....
Uwant2hurt: man... i was crying, sobbing... i was so fuckin' scared...it
took 3 hours...
Bnd4tormnt: <envisioning myself in david's position... more terrified than
ever before... empathizing with your horror> nooo.... don't.... nooooo......
Uwant2hurt: when they were...done with him...they actually had the balls
to break for dinner before they were going to do me... i had to stand there...
with the body in front of me... just staring at my fate... while they showered
and went to eat....
Bnd4tormnt: david... please... i don't want to hear anymore..... i'm
sorry....
Uwant2hurt: [david sips some coffee] sorry, faggot... i think you should
know...
Bnd4tormnt: <your other hand touches my thigh... tracing lightly as you
continue>
Uwant2hurt: i thought i was dead... i came to some peace as i waited for
them to return... but you know... they never did...
Bnd4tormnt: <unable to move in my bindings, forced to endure the
retelling... your eyes burning into mine> w-what?... what... happened to them?
Uwant2hurt: i heard noises but it didn't register at the time... i was too
far gone... i thought i was dreaming when i saw chuck come into the room...
bloody... looking worse for wear... but he was smiling...
Bnd4tormnt: he... he... saved you??
Uwant2hurt: ...hah...he actually looked relieved that i was still in one
piece... he hugged my body when he saw me... i think he was crying...
Bnd4tormnt: <remembering the guy on the cross> the other guy? he... was...
dead?
Uwant2hurt: yes...
Bnd4tormnt: oh, god....
Uwant2hurt: chuck saved me... one of the rich bastard customers had tipped
him off...
Bnd4tormnt: <envisioning the same ending for myself> i'm gonna die, aren't
i?
Uwant2hurt: not if you don't learn any fucking thing from what i am
telling you....
Bnd4tormnt: <at a loss for words... picturing my certain demise... mine...
stevie's... trying to form words... but can't...>
Uwant2hurt: chuck was contacted at the hotel he was staying at... it seems
that one of the pig's more current abductions was too sloppy for words... the
FBI was getting close to something... this guy had connections with the
investigation... knew that something had to be done...
Bnd4tormnt: <hoarsely inquiring> what happened?
Uwant2hurt: he paid chuck a ton of money to shut down the compound...the
operation...
Bnd4tormnt: <putting the pieces together slowly> but... chuck... still...
he's keeping it going, isn't he?
Uwant2hurt: there weren't many slaves at that point... maybe one or two...
they were sold... chuck had contacts by then... people who knew people that
liked to own hot fuckin' males... no questions asked... the few regular staff
members were... well... let go that night...chuck took out the sick fuckin'
bastards and the fat pig last...
Bnd4tormnt: how... how can you... after all you saw?... after all you went
through??
Uwant2hurt: he thought i was already dead... [david sips his coffee] how
can i what?
Bnd4tormnt: nothing.... <beginning to understand your indebtedness to
chuck>
Uwant2hurt: chuck took me down for where i was bound... took me away from
there... the rich guy that had helped chuck had the compound leveled...
Bnd4tormnt: <trying to form words> how... long... when?.... was this?
Uwant2hurt: chuck took his money and bought all this land... had this
cabin built ...it's nice isn't it?...
Bnd4tormnt: oh, god... <closing eyes again>
Uwant2hurt: we came and lived here... i guess we were happy... chuck still
kept me chained... played with me... used me... but he was also kind and
gentle... he's all i've ever known... he's the only kind thing in my life....
Bnd4tormnt: <speechless... knowing that my fate is sealed... i'm gonna be
sold as a sex slave.... or worse... a single tear rolls down my cheek>
Uwant2hurt: we... umm... he... chuck spent all his money on this place...
we were broke before too long... that's when things changed...
Bnd4tormnt: <fear begins overtaking me as i find myself straining against
the tape... trying to break free>
Uwant2hurt: we needed money... he became different... he went and got a
job... the towing business... but it didn't earn enough... he knew i needed to
work too to make more money... he finally had to release me from my
captivity...
Bnd4tormnt: but... but... you still capture... still sell guys?? <flexing
my muscles trying to force the tape to break... straining>
Uwant2hurt: yes... well... when he told me of my change in status, he
warned me... threatened me not to try to bolt... he had arranged for me to work
at a hospital....simple job really....
Bnd4tormnt: david... please... let... me... go............ i'm begging
you...
Uwant2hurt: [hands go back to your balls] shut up and listen... keep
still
Bnd4tormnt: <sudden intake of breath as your hands firmly grip my nuts...
i freeze in my struggling>
Uwant2hurt: chuck told me two things on the eve of my first day of work
and new found freedom... three things actually....
Bnd4tormnt: <feeling my balls aching from the viagra pills... my cock
throbbing as your hand manipulates my sac>
Uwant2hurt: one... he... he... told me that one of the first things he had
to do when he became employed to the fat pig... was... he was told that my
father had broken his promise to remain silent... chuck had to... he went over
there and slit his throat ...chuck killed my father...
Bnd4tormnt: oh, my god...
Uwant2hurt: chuck then told me he knew where his mother was living... she
was kind to me... i told you that....
Bnd4tormnt: <nodding in terror>
Uwant2hurt: he told me... if i didn't come home... every night... on
time... he would find his mother... kill her too... and it would be my fault...
Uwant2hurt: the third thing he told me?
Uwant2hurt: ... he said he loved me
Bnd4tormnt: david... please....
Uwant2hurt: [weird laugh... tears in david's eyes] what, faggot?...you
want some coffee now?
Bnd4tormnt: <accepting the cup to my lips> what are you going to do to me?
Uwant2hurt: help you... chuck wants you to stay hard... he wants your
balls full... for all i know he wants to see you shoot your wad without anyone
touching you when he says the word... chuck is weird... if you can do what he
wants... if i behave myself... he may cool out... let stevie go to kryshack...
Bnd4tormnt: <your hand still gripping my nutsac... cock dripping precum...
not even aware> you'd... you'd let that kid... or me... be sent... to a certain
death??
Uwant2hurt: i have to... that's what chuck and i do... chuck needs the
money now
Bnd4tormnt: <the pressure on my balls increases slightly... i moan in fear
more than anything... throw my head back and stare at the ceiling>
Uwant2hurt: we haven't been doing this for too long... you're only the
fifth or sixth dude we've caught and sold... chuck uses his old contacts to
place you guys with his customers...
Bnd4tormnt: <wanting to cry... but no tears come... hearing your words...
feeling hollow and empty>
Uwant2hurt: when he makes enough money... we can get away from here...
start a different life... [david's hand starts to pump your cock]
Bnd4tormnt: <still staring at the ceiling> why?... why did you tell me all
this?
Uwant2hurt: you asshole... can't you see... i survived all this... you can
too...
Bnd4tormnt: but.... chuck loved you...
Uwant2hurt: but it's up to you... i can't love you... you'll soon belong
to someone else... i belong to someone else now... [a hand is on your
nipple... the other strokes your cock] this feel good, faggot?
Bnd4tormnt: <my body trying to fight the feelings coursing through me>
Uwant2hurt: i asked you a question?
Bnd4tormnt: <giving up... moaning as i'm stimulated while still reeling
from the horrifying tale>
Uwant2hurt: [david's cock grows out of the fly on his boxers] you got a
nice cock, faggot... use it to stay alive....
Bnd4tormnt: <the two words come too simply> yes, sir...
Uwant2hurt: can i suck your cock faggot?
Bnd4tormnt: yes, sir... <feeling so empty... so horny... scared>
Uwant2hurt: [david kneels and smiles up at you] good, faggot you are
learning...
[his warm mouth engulfs your cock]
Bnd4tormnt: <moaning> .....oooooooohhhhhgaaawwwddd
Uwant2hurt: [his hands blindly play at your nipples... david feels you
tremble... prays you can hold out...]
Bnd4tormnt: <the warmth... the wetness of your mouth on my cock sends
shudders through me... i shake in my bindings>
Uwant2hurt: [david's head bobs up and down on your sweet cock...]
Bnd4tormnt: <looking down to see your head enveloping my cockmeat...
making love to my dick... vainly thrusting my groin deeper>
Uwant2hurt: [you see david make attempts to touch his own cock... he
always stops just before... returns his hands to your chest... he keeps on your
cock... waiting for you to beg before it's too late...]
Bnd4tormnt: <knowing i need to hold back... hoping david will stop soon as
the flood of orgasm churns in my balls>
gaawd...yeeesssssss...nooooo...stooaaaappp
Uwant2hurt: [david's mouth let's go...]
Bnd4tormnt: sssshhhiiit...... <my cock bounces rigid... hard... aching for
release.....
Uwant2hurt: [he leans up and kisses your mouth....]
Bnd4tormnt: <wondering why this sudden gentleness... taking it... giving
in to it... my tongue slowly meets yours in my mouth...>
Uwant2hurt: [after some time, the kissing stops... he sits again and takes
some coffee] how was that, faggot?...ok?
Bnd4tormnt: <seeing your hardon... seeing mine> david... i... uh...
Uwant2hurt: what?
Bnd4tormnt: i'm... scared... i don't know... what to do... anymore....
Uwant2hurt: you're doing it, faggot... just let it happen... i think you
might be ok... [he smiles... leans over and strokes your cock...] just hold off
on this thing...
Bnd4tormnt: oh....gaawd... nooooo... i don't... know... if i can...
please... i... want you... so badly........ gaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwddddd......
stooooaaaaap
Uwant2hurt: ok... you want some coffee now?
Bnd4tormnt: please... anything... food.. coffee.... can... you... let
me... out of this chair???.... please....
Uwant2hurt: [david gives you a sip...] would you really give me anything?
Bnd4tormnt: i'm... so... i'll do... whatever... you... want...
Uwant2hurt: well then...would you... let me fuck you?
TO BE CONTINUED...further installments will be posted...and please, please,
please...feedback is very much appreciated...send email to Uwant2hurt@aol.com
or Bnd4tormnt@aol.com
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