This is the story that won the sixth Bound & Gagged fiction contest, inspired by a drawing from the great bondage artist Titus. I put the drawing itself up for sale for $150 the day before yesterday, and also offered, for $50 apiece, personal archive copies of the two issues in which the picture appeared: Issue 72, which announced the contest and Issue 75, with the winning entry, below. Click here for the art sale details. [Note: The Titus illustration has just been sold, but the three drawings by Kevin Tindall are still available. Click here for details.]
THE TAMING OF SHAWN
by Bobby Leigh
When the Board of Directors authorized the hiring of Shawn Seldon, I was thrilled. As executive director for the historical society of our sleepy seaside college town, I had my hands full. The summer was going to be a busy one because we had to raise $300,000.00 to renovate several historic landmarks. Shawn was hired to coordinate the various fundraisers that we had planned. His father was politically connected to our Senator, a wonderful man who was always helping us with federal funds. No one would think of turning down the Senator's request that we hire the son of one of his main contributors.
The fact that Shawn was probably one of the most attractive young men I had ever seen didn’t hurt. He was over six foot tall, blond and fuzzy, muscled and young. My cock stirred just being in his presence. As part of the employment package, Shawn would be living in the guest room of my employer-provided house.
At our first meeting alone (for which he showed up 45 minutes late), Shawn paraded into my home office wearing nothing more than a towel. He was dripping wet from the shower and masterfully held the 26 inch long towel around his 30 inch waist. I marveled at his ability to fill out forms and sign papers while never dropping the towel. I drooled.
Within a week, my enthusiasm dwindled. Shawn proved to be a major disappointment. He’d skip meetings, make major commitments, then never follow through. Each time he fucked up, he’d pour on the charm. I learned quickly that Shawn was a skilled cock-tease. I also learned that he was extremely straight. Shawn had figured out early in his life that he could use his charm and good looks to get himself out of any trouble he caused. He had most people fooled. He especially knew how to manipulate gay men.
After a summer’s worth of Shawn, I was bent on revenge. On the Saturday of Labor Day weekend, we held a huge all day auction. Shawn, of course, did a lousy job. It was our final event, and when the tally was totaled, we fell short of our fundraising goal. I knew who was at fault.
On Sunday morning, Shawn came downstairs for breakfast wearing nothing more than a very revealing pair of gym shorts. Perfect. He knew I was pissed at him. This was his way of pouring on the charm. As we ate, two of my gym buddies, Terry and John arrived. They hung around outside until we finished. As soon as Shawn was done, he was up and outside to go see what Terry and John were up to. As he rounded the corner of the house, they tackled him. When I arrived, Shawn was face down on the wet morning grass screaming his head off with John and Terry on top of him.
He was struggling to get free, and it looked like he might win. I reached right up the leg of his shorts and grabbed his balls. It was at this moment that Shawn realized that we were not playing. He clamped his thighs together, but I just squeezed harder. He froze then so as to not damage his assets. John and Terry each took control of Shawn’s arms, bringing them tightly behind his back. We pulled Shawn from the ground and walked him to the edge of my back yard. Shawn was bent over forward, so he couldn’t really see where he was going. Besides, I had him by the balls, and he was more concerned with not tripping. We walked him up to a homemade stock that I had erected just for this occasion.
We quickly positioned Shawn’s head in the stocks, and Terry brought the top board down, trapping Shawn's neck in place while John held onto both of Shawn's arms. Terry locked the stocks with a padlock. He then grabbed hold of Shawn’s right leg, pulled it as far as it would go, and fastened a shackle to the ankle. The shackle was attached to a stake in the ground by a chain. He repeated the procedure with Shawn’s left leg. None of this was easy. Shawn fought us all the way, but it was three against one. We handcuffed his hands in front of him, then stepped back to look at our handiwork.
Shawn was screaming obscenities at us, and tried to reach with his cuffed hands to free himself. He failed. He quickly learned that the only way to take the pressure off of his neck was to hold onto the stool we provided and support his upper body with his arms.
To eliminate the flow of obscenities, I took out a roll of duct tape and closed his mouth for him. Then I kneeled down and spoke into his bright red, extremely angry face. “Listen, asshole, you’ve been nothing but trouble since the day you showed up. I’ve had to put up with you cocky attitude all summer long. Worst of all, you haven’t done your job, and the organization has suffered for it. So today, you’re going to do a little fundraising yourself.”
As I spoke, I handed Terry a pair of scissors. He went around to behind Shawn and cut the shorts from Shawn’s body. Shawn blushed. Terry then grabbed hold of Shawn’s balls and worked them down to the bottom of Shawn’s ballsack. John secured a rope around the balls and attached a pot to the end of the rope. Shawn’s eyes were wide with fear.
“Today, you’re going to raise some money for us, and you’re going to use your gorgeous body to do it. I’ve got a pot attached to your balls for a penny pitch. I figure between that and letting people take a swat at your exposed ass for a dollar a slap, you’ll be well on your way to raising the $5000.00 I set as your goal.”
Shawn’s eyes bugged out when I mentioned the figure, and he struggled to free himself again. In front of Shawn, I stepped out of my clothes, leaving my jock strap on. I let the key to the stocks dangle from the waistband. I pulled out twenty dollars and placed it in a bucket in front of him. I pulled out a paddle and let him see it, then walked behind him and laid twenty good ones across his ass. He was pleading into his gag when I finished.
Terry and John each took a turn. It was hot watching these muscle men complete for who could make the loudest slap sound. Soon a car full of my friends arrived, as planned. Laughing and poking at Shawn, they couldn’t wait to take their turn. I knew I was in for a great day. Here we were, out in the open, facing the dormitories which were deserted for Labor Day weekend. I knelt down in front of Shawn and watched his expression as his ass was being paddled. His eyes were pleading with me. I just smiled back.
By about noon, Shawn had raised $510.00 plus six pots full of pennies. I was deliberately dragging this out. I did a quick inspection of Shawn’s body. His ass was glowing, and his balls were angry red and hanging low from the weight of the penny pot. His face was streaked with tears.
I bent down to talk to Shawn. His eyes had lost some of their defiance, but I could still see the hate he held for me. “Shawn,” I said, “you’ve done a fine job raising money, but you’ve got a long way to go before I release you. Granted, we’ve got the rest of the weekend.”
Shawn’s eyes grew wide as he realized his predicament.
‘We could speed this up a bit if you are willing. Now I know you’re not gay, but your ass is driving me wild. If you give me permission, I could rent out your hole for $100.00 a fuck, maybe even your mouth for $50.00 a blow job. I know that’s a bit pricey for such an inexperienced fuck like you, but it’s for charity. People are used to paying for more than they get. I’m sure we’d reach our goal by sundown if you give me the go-ahead. Otherwise, it’s the paddle and pennies. You’ve only got four thousand, four hundred and eighty or so strokes to go."
I could tell that Shawn didn’t like either prospect, but he reluctantly agreed to the quicker route. I grabbed hold of the tape over his mouth and removed it, ripping it from his face. Shawn begged me to let him go. I ignored him as I made my way around the stocks to Shawn’s exposed ass.
As I played with Shawn’s hole, he pleaded with me to not do this to him, to not hurt him. I released my hard cock from the confines of the jock. I rolled on a condom, and lubed his tight ass. None too slowly, I forced my way into his hole until my balls hit his ass. Shawn screamed and cried for me to pull out, so I did, only to plunge my way in again and again.
Terry’s cock put an end to Shawn’s pleading. He stuffed himself in Shawn’s mouth until Shawn was gagging. It was probably a lousy suck, but the humiliation factor was worth it. Gradually, Shawn relaxed as I continued to pound into him. He was tight, and it didn’t take long before he brought me off to a wonderful climax. I was in heaven. John pointed between Shawn’s legs. There, waving in the wind, was a full, hard cock dripping with precum. Maybe Shawn was enjoying himself after all.
Another sheathed cock was ready to take my place. I spent the afternoon collecting money and watching Shawn give his body to man after man. Friends would leave; others would show up. The amazing thing is that Shawn’s cock never went down. It remained hard and dripping all afternoon. At about six o'clock, Shawn had raised over $3900.00.
I leaned down and stared into Shawn’s defeated face. “You’ve done great, but you’ve still got a ways to go.”
“Fuck you, asshole,” Shawn hoarsely replied.
“Tsk, Tsk, Shawn. I’d have thought by now, you’d have lost that charm of yours. I’m not exactly sure what to do with you now. It’s going to be dark soon, and it looks like you’ve drained all the available cocks around you. I need to leave. I’ve got dinner plans with the Senator.”
“When the Senator finds out what you did to me, your ass will be worthless.” Shawn declared.
“Really?” I replied.
As I spoke, an attractive man knelt down beside me and addressed Shawn.
“Hi Shawn, I’m Alex, the Senator’s aide. I want to assure you that the Senator knows what’s gone on here today, and he is mighty proud of you for what you have done. Now, the Senator can’t come down here for obvious reasons, but he has authorized me to make you an offer. He’s been a lonely man since his wife passed away, and he is willing to put in enough money to help you reach your goal. He only asks that you keep him company until he leaves tomorrow night. He’s here in town at his summer cottage.”
“Sounds like a good offer to me, Shawn,” I said. “I could surrender the key right now to Alex once you give the go-ahead and he makes the financial contribution. If you don’t take this offer, I suppose I could head to the bars after dinner and try and drum up some late night action.”
This time Shawn was quick with his decision. He accepted the Senator’s offer, and Alex pulled out a wad of $100 bills and counted out eleven for me. I gave Alex the key.
“Now get me out of this contraption,” Shawn demanded.
Alex roughly slapped him across the face. “Who the hell said anything about releasing you?"
Alex left and returned with his pickup truck. It wasn’t easy lifting the stocks into the flatbed of the truck, especially since Shawn wasn’t happy about the situation and was jerking around.
We positioned Shawn so that he was facing forward. I added a few supports to keep the stocks upright for the trip. The leg shackles were attached to opposite sides of the flatbed. I bid my friends goodbye, threw on a pair of shorts, and hopped into my car to follow Alex.
I’m sure there were several sightings of Shawn’s naked ass raised into the night air as we raced through the back roads of town, especially since I kept my high beams on so that no one would miss his shiny ass. Also illuminated was Shawn’s throbbing cock. Incredibly, it was even larger than during this afternoon’s humiliation.
Alex turned off the main drag onto a neglected dirt road. We approached the Senator’s property from behind so as to avoid any notice. The road was rutted and bumpy, sending the penny pot around Shawn's balls in every direction. After each bump, my windshield would get pelted with flying pennies.
We arrived at the Senator's secluded back yard. The Senator joined us shortly after.
The Senator was in his early fifties and a very attractive man. He had a presence about him that dominated any room he was in. He walked around the pickup truck, examining Shawn’s defeated body and ignoring Shawn’s pleas. With a motion of the Senator’s hand, Alex hung his head and removed his clothes. I recognized this routine. Alex wasn’t an aide; he was owned. He quickly moved up to the Senator and expertly removed the Senator’s clothes. Seeing the Senator out of his customary frumpy suit, I was shocked. Before me now stood a singularly beautiful, muscled, hairy Daddy.
The two men jumped into the truck’s flatbed. Alex prepared the Senator’s impressive cock, and Shawn’s ass soon encompassed the whole thing. Shawn was pleading with the Senator to stop, but that only inspired the Senator to position Alex’s cock inside Shawn’s mouth. It was a pleasure to watch these two men take on Shawn.
The Senator looked down at me on the ground and said, “You look overdressed.” I stepped out of what little clothes I had on and joined the men. Alex then handed the Senator a cell phone.
“Bob Seldon, please.” The Senator had called Shawn’s father. “Hello, Bob. I just wanted to let you know what a fine job your boy did today. He came very close to his personal fundraising goal. I threw in the balance, so that he wouldn’t be discouraged. It was worth it to see how proud he was.”
After a few moments listening to Shawn’s dad, the Senator said, “Why, that’s mighty generous of you, Bob. Replenishing my campaign coffers with such a extraordinary sum is very much appreciated. I’m thinking of asking your son to be my intern. He’s got some great assets that I’m sure I could put to use. Consider it a done deal. I have company so I must run. Thanks again.”
The Senator didn’t miss a beat while on the phone, mercilessly pounding Shawn’s ass. It wasn’t long before he threw back his head and screamed in pleasure as he unloaded inside Shawn. He slumped over Shawn’s back and twisted Shawn’s tits and reached for Shawn’s cock. He only gave the shaft three hard stokes before Shawn exploded, shooting all over the flatbed. I guess someone was a little pent up from today’s activities.
Alex pulled his hard cock out of Shawn’s mouth, and with a look of approval from the Senator, shot all over Shawn’s face.
We forced a penis gag into Shawn’s mouth, released his hands only to handcuff them behind his back, and freed his head from the stocks and legs from their shackles. Shawn offered no resistance. The four of us walked naked towards the house, the Senator leading Shawn by a leash around his balls.
“Let’s get something to eat and have another round with Shawn before we turn in,” the Senator said. “Then tomorrow we can take out my sailboat for the day. Shawn will make an excellent cabin boy. I’m sure we can keep him occupied. He really is a talented boy now that we've figured out what he’s good at.”
Shawn's head was hung low in defeat and submission. I smiled. I guess this summer's aggravation was worth it after all.
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