I stood there, waiting. I didn’t really have a choice. But I didn’t stand still. I knew there was nothing I could do to escape – metal cuffs and chains can’t be loosened or untied with mere patient efforts. However, I couldn’t stand still and stay something like comfortable. I could still roll my shoulders a little, even with my hands cuffed behind my back, which took a small part of the strain off them, for a few minutes at a time. In the same way, I could move my feet back and forth about a half inch despite the shackles, so if I shuffled a little, my quads could feel a little relief, as well as my back. I couldn’t do much about my neck, though the chain had a little bit of play, and my jaw was soon tired from the ball gag. Since I was locked against a pillar, the more I moved, the more the pillar rubbed between my butt cheeks, which didn’t help with my caged dick.
To distract myself, I tried to assess how bad my situation was. Absolute worst case scenario: a stray ember hits the shed I was in, and I’m left as a singed piece of meat, hours before anyone even notices the fire, like some bad episode of CSI. Highly unlikely to happen. What about getting discovered by strangers? Ted had suggested that a real estate broker could show up any minute. When he and his clients wanted to check the interior of the shed, they would find me in a state they would never forget. The cops would undoubtedly be called, and my story would move from the police blotter to the internet, and my life would be over.
Continue reading You’re in No Position to Negotiate – Part 04
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After Trevor face fucked me and made me drink his piss, Collin took his turn. When the two frat boys had had their fill of abusing me for the day and were finally spent, they changed into fresh clothes and then headed out for another night with some of their frat buddies. Problem was, they didn’t bother to untie me first. So I spent the rest of the night suspended in the air between two stools.
Trevor finally let my aching body down the next morning, gave me some food and water, and allowed me some rest for the remainder of the day. But needless to say, my respite was temporary.
Over the course of the next several weeks, my roommate turned frat boy master seemed to take a fiendish delight in devising new ways to torment, dominate and generally humiliate me. In every conceivable way, my life at college had changed to become completely unrecognizable, just as Trevor had promised.
Trevor slept every night in the new double bed he had managed to create by confiscating mine. I on the other hand slept in a small steel dog cage Trevor had purchased at a local pet store, and inside of which I was securely locked, with one dog bowl of water, every night right before bed. Of course, I was always kept naked. When Trevor was in a benevolent mood, he would slip a small pad into my cage on which I could curl up and go to sleep. But on many nights, whenever he felt the need to punish me, he would give me nothing to sleep on at all, and I would have no choice but to put my head down on the hard freezing metal floor of my cage.
Continue reading Frat Boy’s Bitch Boy – Part 07
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