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Subject: {ASSM} STORY Cabin Fever 6.B (m/m b and d)
Date: Thu, 6 Apr 2000 07:10:08 -0400
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Cabin Fever (6.B)
(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 plays characters david and chuck...two sadistic
men who play mind games with their prey...mentally stripping away their sense
of indentity as they are sexually tormented by them...Bnd4tormnt's characters
are "faggot"...a straight man, who finds himself bound...trapped...at david's
and chuck's cruel pleasure...and stevie...another captive held in a
sub-basement of a shed at the back of the cabin...kryshack is the name of a
very evil rich man who has desires to purchase one of their captives for his
own wretched sexual appetite...)
PART TWENTYFIVE...Climax!
With Chuck's hand firmly clutching my hair, i nearly fell down the narrow
steps as he escorted... or rather, pushed me down through the trap door in the
floor of the torture shed. Weak with hunger, i fell to my knees at the
bottom... my hands still cuffed to the back of the collar locked around my
neck. As i heard the trap door slam shut above me followed by Chuck's slow
descending footsteps, i strained to focus on the dim surroundings of the
underground dungeon. Along a far cinder block wall, i saw several large steel
cages lined up in a row... all were empty at present, but i surmised quickly
they were used all too frequently to imprison unsuspecting victims. The
remaining walls and rafters were lined with heavy chains and shackles that
snaked down from the shadows... it seemed that nearly every square inch of the
cement fortress was laden with leather sex toys, torture equipment and various
devices that made me wonder if Chuck had raided the old compound that david had
told me of before it had been razed...
Repeated hard booted kicks to my naked ass from Chuck drove me into the center
of the room where i caught a glimpse of a bound figure in the shadows. Before
i could get a good look at the other prisoner, my tormentor released the cuffs
from my collar long enough to hoist me to my feet. Spinning me around, he
raised my hands above my head and attached my shackled wrists to a chain which
seemed to be configured to some kind of track in the ceiling that ran the
length of the room. i dared not to look behind me as i heard chuck disappear
for a few moments through a steel door to what seemed to be an adjoining
room... when he returned my legs were forced apart and locked into some kind of
bar with shackles padlocked around my ankles. Suddenly i felt the cuffs dig
into my wrists as Chuck flipped a switch, pulling my arms nearly out of my
sockets as the chain drew upwards with the momentum of an automatic hoist.
Forced to balance my weight on my tip-toes, i pleaded with my abuser, but mercy
was the last thing on his mind as he roughly used a dirty pair of tattered
briefs to stifle my protests, wrapping several layers of duct tape around my
head to trap the foul tasting underwear in my mouth. My straining muscles
trembled with fear as Chuck slapped my chest and grabbed a handful of hair
again, informing me that this bunker was sound proofed long ago and though my
screams would go undetected by the outside world, he was in no mood to listen
to my whining.
As if to prove his point, his meaty hand grabbed my balls with a hard yank
causing me to cry out in agony... my muffled screams echoed hollowly against
the cinder block confines as the intense pressure slowly forced my body to turn
180 degrees... not easy and quite painful to do with my ankles splayed wide by
the spreader bar. Keeping his crushing grip on my nuts, i was forced to waddle
helplessly on my toes while he pulled me forward. The chain linked to my
wrists lurched forward in the ceiling track as he roughly pulled my body across
the room towards what i suspected was the naked bound figure of stevie... i
could not see all that well with Chuck between us, but when he finally got me
postioned where he wanted me, he stepped aside granting me a terrifying image
of my fellow captive. About three feet in front of me, lashed to an
upright X-like cross was a naked man... probably no more than 20 or so... his
sinewy muscled limbs were secured tightly to each section of the cross... his
hollow eyes reflected a lost sense of hope. A thick padlocked chain collar
encompassed his throat as he gurgled sounds through a ball gag buckled around
his head. With each labored breath, his pec slabs heaved against ropes laced
tightly around his torso. His nips were connected with a chain that draped
from a set of wicked clamps that bit into his mounded brown nubs... i could
only imagine the abuse those nips had endured. The pale white skin of his
groin was defined by a clean tanline, indicating his former freedom had often
been spent in a skimpy bathing suit. The sight of his ballsac stretched low in
a cylinder if leather made my own balls churn as my gaze fell upon the set of
locking chastity-type rings constricting his naked dick flesh. Either david or
Chuck had locked this boy's meat into an evil looking chastity device and as i
felt his eyes studying my own helplessness, i couldn't help but be transfixed
by the raging veiny hardon straining against the agonizing rings encircling his
shaft.
With a sadistic laugh that brought me back to my horrifying reality, Chuck
began manipulating my balls lower into my shaved scrotum... my jutting dick
responded with a mind of it's own and even though i was terrified of my present
situation, i couldn't help popping a boner as he locked a similar piece of
leather around my family jewels. Looping a small rope through a D ring in the
leather, he stretched my nuts towards stevie's imprisoned balls and threaded it
through a D ring in his stretcher. A hard jerk forced both our bodies to arch
forward slightly as he anchored our aching blue balls to each other. Our
initial muffled moans turned to whimpers as Chuck then adjusted the heating
generator in the corner and then proceeded to head for the stairs. The evil
bastard told us not to go anywhere while he went to go check on david... my
mind suddenly raced with the image of david still cuffed back in the cabin...
just as helpless as the two of were now... all three of us completely at the
mercy of this sadistic enslaver.
The trap door creaked open and then slammed shut like a door sealing both of
us in a tomb of utter despair. Chuck's heavy footsteps faded from above us
leaving us to commiserate in our isolated hell, our bodies quivering and
shaking in our respective bondage. No longer trembling from the cold but now
out of sheer terror of the unknown fate that awaited us when our tormentor
returned, my eyes locked once more with the spreadeagled kidnapped stud... his
jet black hair matted down with sweat... his eyes searched mine for some kind
of answers to the bizarre circumstances we both found ourselves trapped in...
neither of knew what kind of games Chuck planned. The heating generator erased
the chill of the outside air in the dungeon of horrors and as it grew warmer,
rivulets of sweat traced down our naked flesh. While our bodies strained to
find some kind of slight comfort, our defeated souls could only empathize with
each other's predicament... with each other's pain.......
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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