Chapter 10, Part 2
Halloween ranks second to Christmas Eve as my favorite night of the year, though kids roaming door to door seeking candy is practically a memory in my hometown. But years ago, that was not so. On this particular night, the last group of young trick-or-treaters stopped by about eight-thirty. I left my porch light on until nine, then switched it off. I settled down into my comfortable lounge chair to watch a scary movie, one of my treasured traditions.
Halfway through the movie, a knock came at my front door. It startled me at first, but I paused the picture and answered the door. It was Joshua.
“Trick or treat,” said Joshua dressed in dark clothing and displaying a cunning grin. He stepped inside. “I’ve got a treat for you, dick licker. You’re coming with me.”
My heart thumped. Several times I had suggested a kidnap scenario to him, but I had given up on the idea. Tonight he surprised me with just that. It was a Thursday night. He knew that I had built up leave time at work and that a simple phone call Friday morning would get me the day off. He ordered me to strip naked. He pulled a pair of handcuffs from his jacket pocket, turned me around, and cuffed my hands behind my back.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked.
He told me to shut up and follow orders. He opened the door to take me outside, but I protested. It was pitch black outside, so I wasn’t worried about any neighbors seeing me. My nearest neighbors weren’t in close proximity anyway. But it was quite chilly, certainly jacket weather. Surely he wasn’t going to kidnap me naked. He called me a fucking whiner, but grudgingly he went to the bedroom, found a pair of cutoff jeans in the bottom drawer, and slipped them on me. On his way back to the living room, he stopped by the guest bedroom and grabbed the red-handled cattle prod leaning in the back corner of the closet. I cringed when I saw it in his hands. He had never used it on me before, but I knew that was about to change.
He led me out and put me in the passenger seat of his red Camaro. He tied a blindfold around my eyes and hooded me with a cloth sack that smelled moldy. He told me to keep my head down so that passing drivers wouldn’t see me. Then we were off.
He wouldn’t tell me where we were headed, and that bothered me. I hoped that he had picked somewhere private and discrete. I tried to visualize a mental map as we went. Fortunately, it wasn’t difficult. We made one left turn at the end of the road, then drove south for several miles down the highway. I was paranoid that we might come upon a routine traffic check, which law enforcement loved to perform in our area, especially late at night. It would have been tough to explain my predicament. We made one more left turn onto another highway devoid of traffic, turned right a couple of miles later onto a dirt road, and then I knew exactly where we were. He was taking me to his house.
He had blindfolded me not only for effect but also to keep me from discovering where he lived. I hated to tell him that I already knew. He lived in a small, modest house in a wooded area on property adjacent to his parents’ home, which was half a mile farther down the road. His house was set far back and barely visible from the road. A forest surrounded the house on three sides. Many large trees dotted the front of his property, which served to obscure the house even more. We drove down the bumpy, winding dirt driveway until we finally stopped.
Wasting no time, Joshua dragged me out of the car, removed my shorts, and tossed them in the seat. I had figured that he would take me inside given how crisp the night air was, but I was surprised when he led me directly to an old children’s swing set in the backyard. Of course, I was still blindfolded and couldn’t see anything now, but in time I saw the setup he had. The quarter moon that night would not have provided enough light for him, but two floodlights mounted to the eaves of his house did the trick.
With my hands still cuffed behind me, Joshua tied a rope around my wrists, tossed the rope over the bar of the swing set frame above my head, and hoisted my arms high above my back. My hands were raised high enough to double me over at the waist, and I groaned in serious pain. My shoulders wrenched in their sockets and burned like crazy. The metal cuffs cut unforgivingly into my wrist bones. Joshua secured the rope to a sapling tree nearby.
He spread my legs apart until my thighs burned and tied my ankles to metal stakes already hammered into the ground. Then he stepped back and watched me suffer for a while. Since sundown, the temperature had dropped steadily into the lower forties. Besides the tortuous position in which he had tied me, I was freezing my nuts off.
He removed the smelly hood from my head but left the blindfold in place. He informed me that he was going to torture me, all night if he had to, until I said the words, “Master, I give.” He taped an index card to my forehead on which he had written a penalty I must pay if I lost the game. That had been my idea, which I had suggested in a weak moment, but now I winced at the thought. He wouldn’t reveal the punishment, but said only that I would pay without fail if I lost.
Joshua asked if I agreed to the terms. I reminded him that I didn’t want to have his body fluids in me. Back then, I was terrified of contracting AIDS. He responded, “No deals!”
I hesitated for a moment, but then I thought how much I had begged him for a scenario like this. After all the trouble he had gone to, if I didn’t oblige him, I might never get the chance again. Halfheartedly, I nodded my head and said yes to his terms. Aware of Joshua’s dark sexual fantasies, I swallowed hard, cowering at the thought of what penalty might be written on that card. I would just have to win no matter what. But knowing that he had that damned cattle prod in the back seat of his car, I realized it would be difficult.
He let me suffer for a good half hour. My arms, thighs, calves, and lower back were unbelievably sore. My wrists felt deeply bruised from the metal cuffs cutting into my flesh. My fingers and toes were numb from the cold and the reduced circulation. The ground beneath my feet was damp with freezing dew, and my body shivered in the chilly night air until my teeth chattered.
“Let me warm you up,” said Joshua.
He rubbed his hands over my back and down my legs. He ran his hands over my chest underneath me and lightly but firmly pinched and pulled my nipples. Then he rubbed his hands all over my ass, and standing behind me, he leaned over and stroked my cock until it was stiff. He continued to stroke it gently and slowly, but was careful not to get me anywhere near orgasm.
He knelt behind me, spread my butt cheeks with his hands, and finger fucked me. Then he licked my ass raw. He did that quite frequently during our meetings. I moaned with every twitch. He continually fondled my cock and balls to keep me hard. When he finished, he went inside through the back door and left me bound for another half hour. By now I was hurting dreadfully. He returned with a wooden paddle and lay it on my back. He stood at my head, unzipped his pants, and made me lick his dick. A few times, he pressed down on my shoulders, which made me scream with pain as my arms stretched more.
Then he walked behind me, grabbled the paddle off my back, and spanked my ass good. I pleaded with him to stop, but I wouldn’t surrender because I was afraid of the penalty on that card. He blistered my ass until I cried, and then he scorched me some more. Standing at my face again, he unzipped his pants and peeled the card off my forehead. He pissed in my face, soaking my hair and drenching my body. I held my breath to keep from drowning. My blindfold was soaked with piss. The hot piss dripped on the ground and warmed my body briefly, but within two minutes the water turned ice cold and made my teeth chatter worse than ever.
He knelt down and tied a thin rope around my balls. He stretched them downward until I squealed, then secured the rope to another stake directly beneath me. Then I heard him open the car door, and that’s when I panicked. He gave me a chance to surrender first, but afraid of the penalty and too full of arrogance, I refused. He shocked my balls fifteen or twenty times, each time causing me to shudder and squirm. I couldn’t take the torture any more, and I screamed, “Master, I give!”
Joshua was very pleased. He didn’t untie me right away, not until I begged him. Then he set me free and removed the blindfold. It took time before I could stand. My legs were too weak, my back was aching, and my body was drained of energy. He led me towards the house and washed me off with freezing cold water from a garden hose. I shivered like crazy, and he handed me a towel to dry off and covered me with a blanket. He helped me inside to the bathroom and sat me on the floor. He told me to stay there by the space heater. I wasn’t going anywhere.
An hour later, I was nice and warm. He led me into the bedroom. As he turned down the bedcovers, I glanced at the clock on the dresser. It was almost two o’clock in the morning. Joshua pulled the index card from his back pocket and placed it on the dresser. He stripped naked, which made me tremble with worry about what was on that card. He told me that he was tired and that we were going to sleep together. He would make me pay the penalty in the morning. He started to tie my hands behind my back for the night, but I asked if he would tie them in front because my arms hurt so terribly bad. He obliged.
He climbed into bed under the covers and made me get in beside him. He snuggled up close to me, wrapping his arms around me and pressing his chest firmly against my back. He kissed me on the cheek and ran his fingers through my hair. He began to hump me but didn’t penetrate me. Minutes later, he was sound asleep.
Joshua slept over five hours, but I never did. During the night, he humped me frequently in his sleep. He perspired profusely but never ejaculated. He kept his arms around me all night, and most of the night his dick stayed stiff. I hated to wake him, but as the time approached 7:30, I needed to make that call to work. Groggy, he brought me the phone. After I made the call, he slept for another two hours.
When he finally awoke, he told me that it was time to pay the penalty. He handed me the card off the dresser. My heart thumped as he walked towards me. I was scared to death, figuring it said either “You will be fucked” or “Give me a blow job.” But when I turned the card over, it said something else.
“Eat your cum.”
My heart dropped. I didn’t care to do that either, but then I figured that it was better than the two options I had feared. Joshua lay on his back on the bed. With my hands still tied, he made me suck his nipples first. His cock was rock hard. Then he made me hump his belly. He stared into my eyes smiling frequently with such a satisfied look. A few times, he made me pause while he stroked his cock or inserted it briefly between my butt cheeks. It took several minutes, but finally I shot cum all over his belly and chest. He told me to lick it up. Reluctantly, I closed my eyes and ate all of it.
Joshua lay me belly down on the bed. He stuck his cock between my butt cheeks like a hot dog in a bun, and he humped me until he shot cum all over my ass and my back. Sweating and out of breath, he kissed me on the cheek. He untied my hands, and we showered together. He made me lather and wash his body, and he in turn washed me. He dressed in shorts, nothing else, but I remained naked. We went to the living area, which looked atrocious. Empty cans, trash, and dirty clothes were strewn everywhere. Being the neat freak that I am, I was aghast.
He made us toast, orange juice, and coffee for breakfast while I sat on the sofa. We chatted as we ate. I reminded him that I was his slave anytime he wanted. I suggested that he bring me here periodically, put me in chains, and make me clean the place up. He said, “I just might do that.”
I wondered if Joshua might keep me prisoner all weekend. I had suggested that to him in the past. But he had to go to work at noon and had other weekend plans. We hung around his house all morning, and I convinced him to let me clean up. No chains, but still naked, I washed the heap of dishes, picked up bags of trash, changed the dirty bed sheets, and got the place looking at least remotely livable. He liked it.
He dressed for work. He gave me back my cutoff blue jeans and even loaned me a tee shirt, though it was a little roomy. I was still barefooted. As noon approached, he took me home. In the car, he blindfolded me, still believing that the location of his house was secret. I played along and kept my head down. He wasn’t going to tie my hands, but I asked him to do it. He cuffed them behind my back before we left.
As he dropped me off at my driveway, he removed the blindfold and the cuffs. He told me that he would see me again soon. The frustrating thing about Joshua was not knowing when that might be. He called me three or four times over the next few months, always on a Friday night. But I didn't see him again until spring, and that was a meeting long overdue.
I am delighted to see Eric contributing again. He has obviously made the adjustment from the younger approach to the more adult experiences. In the process he is enlightening us about things that the Boys did which were never revealed before. The descriptions are different now. It's hard to put it into words but some of the personal atmosphere has changed. It's almost as if a third person is now describing the activities. The story lines are no longer breath gasping first time experiences like the toothpick, nipple torments. I also notice that Josh seems to end sessions leaving Eric tied up and Eric has to work himself free after Josh leaves.
I would like for Eric to elaborate on the stocks that Logan had made and used. I’ve always been fascinated with stocks. I’d love to hear how Eric felt when placed in them. It seems to me that it would be a very exciting experience for it must be like being in two worlds. If the stocks are set low enough the head is in one world while the rest of the body is in a separate world. If the neck is low there must be a lot of strain on the legs along with only the sense of feel of what is going on behind, similar to a blindfold but different. I’d be very appreciative if Eric would describe his first experience with the stocks.
In his earlier chapters he often described the Boys' lack of concern for safety, but he seems to be drawn to that. Josh is considerably younger and seems to do many things much like Dylan did.
There are other things that I wonder about, tho it may be only me. My HS life was aware of the war and we were all draft age, to be gobbled up upon graduation. (I personally enlisted in the Marines along with a few other classmates. For some reason we didn’t want to go into the Army). I wonder if Eric did go into service tho the way he writes I suspect that he went on to College.
I still eagerly wait for every offering that Eric produces.
Posted by: Loose Goose | November 02, 2016 at 05:46 PM