Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2005 13:04:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Richards <sdiver0350@yahoo.com>
Subject: Caught Part II
I don't know how long I hung there struggling against
my bonds playing my role game in my mind, but my fantasies
were interrupted when I heard someone come into the house!
There were footsteps on the floor above me. Then
someone called my name! "David, are you home? Your dad sent
me over to pick up some work he had forgotten for the
office."
I recognized the voice. It was Jordan. A college intern
I had met a week or so ago that was working in my dad's
office for the summer. I couldn't let him see me here like
this! Not thinking clearly, I partly panicked. Instead of
being calm and getting back up on the stool slowly so I
could silently free myself, I tried too hard and knocked it
over! It fell with a loud clunk and was almost out reach of
my bound bare feet.
Jordan must have heard the noise, because he called
again, "David, are you down there in the basement?"
I heard his footsteps stop, turn, and walk toward the
basement steps. Even more panicked, I tried to pull the
stool back by hooking it with my toes and only succeeded
making it roll over completely out of reach. It made a few
more clunking noises as the legs hit the concrete floor. Now
I really was helpless! There was no way I could free myself!
I'd have to have help!
I heard Jordan's steps on the stairs. "David, are you
down here?"
Jordan came down the stairs and turned the corner
toward the unfinished part of the basement where the washer
and dryer were. When he saw me hanging from the rafters he
stopped and exclaimed, "What is going on here?"
He rushed over, and to my relief, he started pull at
the buckle on the gag. As soon as he saw the lock and
realized he couldn't get it undone, he gave up and asked,
"Where's the key?"
I grunted through the gag as much as I could and tried
to point with my chin at the box on the floor. He got the
idea and started to dig around in the stuff left in the box.
He stopped and stood in front of me holding some pictures I
had printed out from the web, a couple of bondage magazines,
and a pair of handcuffs.
"You did this to yourself, didn't you?"
Well, the answer was obviously hanging right in front
of him. My face was burning with embarrassment. I nodded my
head and grunted some more through the gag. I also used my
bound feet to point at the stool.
He looked at the overturned stool, then up at the hook
in the rafter and the dangling rope I had used to pull
myself up on the stool. "So that's how you were going to get
out of this, huh? Stand up on the stool? The noise I heard
must have been when you knocked it over when I came in. You
must not have expected anyone home today and got surprised."
I grunted and nodded furiously, pointing with my feet
again. I desperately wanted out of my predicament.
"Okay, relax. I'll get the stool."
I let out a sigh around the gag and stopped struggling
as he turned and picked up the stool. Instead of putting it
back under my feet though, he set it on the floor about 5
feet directly in front of me and sat down.
"Well now, let's have a look and see what we have
here," he said with a smirk, looking me over.
I started to struggle again trying to beg him to let me
go, but it was no good since I couldn't make any
understandable sounds through the gag. As I thrashed back
and forth hanging from the ceiling he sat and calmly watched
me, adding to my humiliation.
"You know, I used to tie myself up when I was a kid,
too. I think most kids, or at least boys do at some time. I
never got into a jam quite like this, though."
When he said that, I stopped struggling and looked at
him more closely as I tried to catch my breath. He got up
and slowly walked around me looking at how I had tied
myself.
"You did a good job," he said as he pulled on the
chains on my wrists. "Mouth gag, butt plug, and you even got
yourself hanging; that must have taken some planning." He
pulled on the leather strap of the gag. He ran his hand over
my bare butt and pumped the bulb on the plug a couple of
times. I could feel the balloon on the end of the plug get
bigger inside of me.
Moving around to face me again, he looked down at my
erection. "You must be enjoying yourself because you still
have a erection," he said, and pulled on my penis with his
thumb and first finger.
I looked down, and sure enough, it was still stiff. I
had never noticed in my panic. Although I didn't think it
was possible, I know I turned even brighter red from
embarrassment. No one had ever seen me with an erection
before, not even my doctor. Jordan stroked my penis with his
fingers a few times. No one had ever done that to me before
either. I moaned though the gag and shook my hips as much as
I could, trying to escape his hand, which only made him
smirk more. He let go of my penis and slid his hand up my
belly, pushing his finger into my belly button. When he got
to my chest he gave each nipple a sharp little twist, making
me moan even more.
He stooped over and, digging around in the box, he
found the ring with all the keys to the locks. Trying one
key after the other, he finally found the one that fit the
lock on the gag and opened it. He took off the lock,
unbuckled the strap and eased the ball out of my mouth.
"Please, please Jordon put the stool over here so I can
get loose," I begged.
"I don't see why I should. This situation has some
possibilities that I need to explore," he said with a nasty
smile.
"What do you mean?" I asked with a quaver in my voice
since I was on the brink of crying.
"You did this to yourself, right?"
"Yeah, I did," I admitted.
"Judging by the looks of what you've done, and your
equipment, you've been doing this for quite a while and no
one knows that you do it, right?"
"Yeah," I replied nodding my head. I didn't understand.
Why was he asking me this? Why wouldn't he help me get
untied? What did he want from me?
"Don't worry, I'll keep your little secret," he said,
and I felt relieved for the first time since he came in.
"I'll keep your secret-if, and only if, you do everything
that I tell you to do from now on."
I didn't like the sound of that at all, so I started to
yell to see if I could attract someone else's attention.
"Help, help!! Here in the basement! Help!" Which is as
far as I got. On my last yell, Jordan jammed the ball gag
back into my mouth and began to pull the strap behind my
head. I tried to shake my head to keep him from buckling it
again, but he was too strong and I was tied too tightly to
prevent it.
When it was secure, he walked in front of me and said,
"Now that wasn't nice. You put yourself in this position and
I will help you get out-eventually, but you'll do it my way.
For the yelling, though, you'll have to have some
punishment."
Punishment! I panicked again and began to thrash wildly
about, hanging from the hook trying to kick out at Jordan to
keep him away from me. It didn't do any good and Jordan just
sat down on the stool and watched me tire myself out. Since
I couldn't get enough air around the ball of the gag in my
mouth for that much activity, it didn't take too long.
Gasping for breath, I quit and just hung from the rafters.
"Are you done now?" He asked.
I didn't make a sound or move my head to acknowledge
his question. I watched in helpless frustration has he got
up from the stool and moved around behind me. He circled me
a few more times looking me over like I was a side of beef
hanging up for inspection. Moving back to face me he said,
"I think a little spanking would be in order here."
He stepped to the side and grabbed my penis, which and
little scrotum very firmly with his left hand. Looking down,
I was relieved to see that I had lost my erection.
Drawing back his hand he said, "I'm not really going to
hurt you, but I think this will help establish who's in
charge here. You can jump and thrash around all you want,
but when you do, I'll squeeze more on your prick and balls
to hold on to you."
I was terrified! I had never been spanked before in my
life. Here I was, naked and tied up in my basement, and
someone who was almost a complete stranger was going to hit
me. I started to cry from the fear and began shaking my head
and to try to beg him not to, but the gag kept me from
saying anything that made sense.
Jordan looked at the tears running down my face and
just laughed. "Now you're getting the idea. You give me
problems and you get punished. Now I'm going to give you
something to cry about," he said, and swatted me on both
bare cheeks with his hand.
I jumped as much as I could when I felt the first smack
on my butt. I was surprised that it really didn't hurt as
much as I thought it would. It hurt some, but it mostly made
my butt warm. What was strange was that when he hit my butt
cheeks, he pushed the butt plug deeper into my body. For
some reason, every time that happened I got a quick thrill
in my crotch and penis. While I was trying to figure what
was happening, I suddenly realized that my hopes of getting
through the spanking without it hurting too much were about
to be taken away when Jordan said, "There, that one
shouldn't hurt just too much, but you've got a long ways to
go yet."
Smack, smack, smack, smack.
He gave me four more quick spanks. Again these didn't
hurt too badly. Even as my butt was heating up, I got that
thrill deep inside each time his hand hit the end of the
butt plug. I was having a hard time deciding if getting a
thrill on each spank was worth more than the pain of the
spank.
"Ok, we're half way there. Now we have to get serious
about the spanking."
In spite of my pain and predicament, I thought to myself,
Yeah, right, what's this `we' stuff you're talking about.
Then I realized what he had said about getting `serious.'
Smack!.Smack!.Smack!
These spanks were further apart and each one was harder
than the one before it. My butt was on fire! I couldn't help
myself and I began to cry and sob in earnest. The burning
sting of the spank overwhelmed the thrill.
"Last two. They're gonna be good ones so hang on."
Smack!
Smack!
The last two sounded like gunshots echoing in the
concrete-walled room and each time he hit me, I tried to
yell through the gag as tears poured down my face.
He let go of my genitals and sat down on the stool
again to watch me cry and struggle. I desperately wanted to
rub my abused butt, but there was no way. All I could do was
hang there shaking and rolling my hips and hope that the
fire would go out soon. After about 2 or 3 minutes, he
asked, "Are you ready to cooperate or do you want some more
spanking?"
I shook my head rapidly back and forth to indicate I
didn't want any more spanking.
"Fine, I'll take the gag out again if you promise not
to start yelling again. Yell and the gag goes back in and I
start to spank again."
I nodded my head. No one could probably hear me yelling
anyway so I decided to give up that tactic.
He got up and unbuckled the strap on the gag and when I
opened my mouth he took the gag out again and put it in the
box on the floor.
I cleared my throat and tried to get some moisture in
my mouth, but before I could say anything, he looked me
directly in the eyes and poking me in the middle of my bare
chest with a finger, he said, "Now, you'll answer my
questions truthfully and you'll say `Yes Sir' and `No Sir'
or I'll go back to spanking. Is that clear?"
I nodded my head and he immediately reached behind me
and slapped my sore butt.
"Ow!" I yelled, and new tears started down my face.
"I said, you will answer either `Yes Sir' or `No Sir'
when I ask you a question. Do you understand?"
To keep from being hit again, I croaked out, "Yes Sir."
"That's better. I think you're getting the idea."
"Wait until I tell my father about this," I threatened.
He sneered and reached around behind me and slapped me
again much harder than the last time. It reignited the fire
in my butt and I started to cry again.
"Any time you address me, there had better be a `Sir'
in the sentence or you get spanked again. Do you
understand?" he demanded showing some anger for the first
time.
"Yes Sir," I sobbed out.
"So you think you're going to tell your dad, huh?" he
sneered.
Not thinking and wanting to get back at him, I said,
"Yeah I am."
Smack! Again he reached behind me and slapped my butt.
"Yes Sir, yes Sir," I yelled out between sobs.
"That's the correct response, but you had better get
into the habit or you won't be able to sit down for a long
time."
He dug around in the box with my stuff in it and pulled
out a roll of duct tape. "Hmmm, you like using tape too I
see. Let's see what I can do with this."
He tore off a strip and wrapped around the hook and the
chain that held me to the rafters. "Now I can be sure you
can't get that chain off the hook. I have to get something
out of my car and I'll be right back. Is that all right?"
Slap! "When I ask you a question, I expect a reply!
Now, what do you say?"
Desperately, I said, "Yes Sir, yes Sir, I'll remember,
Sir."
"You aren't doing very well so far. I'll be right
back."
He turned and climbed the steps up out of the basement.
As soon as I saw his shoes disappear I started to struggle
wildly, jumping up as best I could (which wasn't very good
since most of my body weight wasn't on my feet) to get the
chain off the hook. I think I might have eventually done it
if he hadn't put tape around the chain. Nevertheless, I kept
trying to get free hoping that the tape would wear through
or something and the chain would come off the hook. I gave
up as I heard Jordan start to come down the stairs.
As he came into the room again, I hung there gasping
for breath from my exertions.
"Aha, trying to get loose were you?" he asked as he
came into the room and set a briefcase on the floor next to
the stool.
Smack! "I asked you a question!"
Since I wasn't expecting it, the force of the slap made
me swing back and forth from the hook. When I got the balls
of my feet back on the floor, I cried out, "Yes Sir."
"You know, you aren't learning this process very fast.
You must like to be spanked."
Not knowing if that was a question or not, I quickly
replied, "No Sir, I don't."
"If you don't, then you had better start putting in
those `Sirs' where they're needed."
"Yes Sir." I said again, still not sure if he asked a
question and not really sure where he wanted me to say
`Sir.' I decided put them in everywhere every time he spoke
to me-at least until I got untied, just as a defensive
measure.
"That's starting to sound better. Now, you say you're
going to tell your father about our little time together
this afternoon, huh?" he asked as he opened his briefcase.
"Yes Sir."
"You'll tell him about how you ended up hanging naked
and tied up from the rafters in the basement in the first
place?"
"Yes Sir."
"Won't you be embarrassed having him find out about
your hobby?"
"Yes Sir I will. But it'll be worth it."
"Worth it? Are you telling me you don't like what we're
doing?"
"No Sir."
"If that's the case, why did you tie yourself up in the
first place?"
Well, now he had me. Why did I tie myself up? I enjoyed
my fantasies about being kidnapped and held for ransom and
begin a prisoner. And I enjoyed the feeling of being bound,
but did I like it enough to do this? Did I want to be a real
prisoner? The pain of the spanking was definitely not part
of my fantasies.
Smack! "I asked you a question and I don't want to wait
all day for an answer. Why did you tie yourself up," he
repeated.
I yelped from the surprise of the spank even though it
wasn't that hard, and replied, "I don't know Sir." He swung
his hand out to spank me again and I said quickly before he
could hit me again. "I like the feeling I get when I'm tied,
but I'm not sure why, Sir."
"That's better. I know why and I'll explain it to you
in a bit. First, I have to get some pictures," he said as he
took a digital camera out of his briefcase.
Pictures! I stared at the camera as if it was a gun. He
was going to take pictures of me hanging naked from my
basement ceiling. "No, please don't," I begged beginning to
cry from the shame.
Smack! "There wasn't a `Sir' in that sentence," he
said.
Crying freely now from the renewed pain in my butt and
from humiliation, I gasped out, "Please, Sir, don't take
pictures of me, Sir."
"You lose, kid. These will make a good addition to my
collection. They'll also serve to keep you in line. You
wouldn't want these on the web or handed out around your
school now would you?"
"No Sir, please Sir, don't, I'll do anything you say,"
I begged and shook my head.
"I know you will. That's the point of the pictures," he
said with a nasty grin as he began to snap flash pictures of
my body from all sides.
After about a dozen pictures, he set the camera down
and asked, "So you like being tied up, but you don't know
why. Is that what you told me?"
"Yes Sir."
"I'll tell you why then. Some people are turned on by
bondage-being tied up. Do you understand what I mean?"
"No Sir."
"What I mean is that some people get sexually excited
when they are tied up. When I came in your little prick was
stiff and hard wasn't it?"
I was reluctant to admit it, but he had already seen it
so when he swung his arm back to spank me again, I blurted
out, "Yes Sir."
"Let's have those `Sirs' a little faster, he ordered.
"I suppose you don't know much about sex, do you?"
I could feel my face flush, but I answered truthfully,
"No Sir."
"When your prick gets stiff and hard, that means you're
turned on sexually and it feels really good. You've been
getting the feeling by tying yourself up, but there are
other ways. You can rub and stroke it and get the same
feelings. Like this."
He took my soft little penis between his thumb and
first finger and began to gently pull it out away from my
body and then let it go back while still hanging on to it.
In spite of my aching butt and humiliation, I began to enjoy
the feeling. Steadily he kept pulling and releasing it and,
as if it had a mind of its own, it began to grow in size and
get stiff. In a short time, it was hard and poking up and
out from my crotch at about a 45-degree angle. For some
reason, I found myself lightly panting.
Jordan let go of my penis and stepping back he said,
"That's more like it. You like the feeling you get when it's
like that?"
Although I wanted to lie and say I didn't, it was
obvious that I did so I panted, "Yes Sir."
"Good, that's what's supposed to happen. Now for some
more pictures and then I'll show you what really makes it
feel good."
With that, he picked up the camera and began to take
pictures again making sure my stiff little penis was in each
snapshot. Try as I would, I could not get my penis to go
back to its soft, small size. It just wanted to stay stiff.
After taking another dozen or so pictures, he put the
camera into his briefcase and closed it. He started stroking
my penis again this time using his thumb and two or three
fingers. "Close your eyes and relax and enjoy the ride.
You'll like this," he murmured to me as he continued to
stroke.
In spite of everything, I did as he said and found that
the good feelings from my crotch began to grow and grow and
grow. I started to thrust my hips in time to his stroking
and gasp loudly as the feelings intensified. I began to
concentrate entirely on the urgency coming from my hips to
the point where nothing else mattered to me. All of a
sudden, I felt something hot and wet begin to spurt out of
my penis again and again. After about 6 or 8 spurts I could
relax and the room came back into focus. I wasn't sure what
had happened, but it was the greatest feeling in the world,
and I wanted to do it again-and again.
I looked down and saw that my penis was bright red. I
looked down further to see if I had peed on the floor but I
only saw a few wet spots in front of me. As my breathing
slowed back to normal, I felt Jordan let go of my penis. He
reached back and turned off the vibrator on the butt plug
and let the air out which helped me relax even more.
"Did you like that?"
"Yes Sir. That was the greatest feeling I ever had."
"You've never done that before?"
"No Sir. Not like that."
"Well, I'm glad I got to be the first, then. What you
had was called an orgasm and the stuff that came out of your
prick is called semen. They talk about that at school in
your health class?"
"No Sir, they used to talk about sex in health, but a
bunch of people from churches got together and got rid of
it. My dad wasn't happy about it."
"I'll bet he wasn't."
"Please Sir, can you untie me? I'm getting sore."
"I will in a few minutes. Did you like doing that
enough to want to do it again?"
I thought about it for a while and said, "Yes Sir. I
liked it a lot and want to do it again. I don't like to be
spanked though."
"That's good, because you'll do it a lot more in the
future. If you don't like to be spanked, do as you are told
when you are told to do it and you won't be."
I wondered what he meant by that, but he didn't give me
a chance to ask.
"One more thing then, I stopped in the bathroom
upstairs and got some of your dad's shaving stuff. I think
you'll look a lot better without the hair you have down
there," he said pointing to my crotch.
"What do you mean?"
Smack! "You're forgetting the `Sirs' again."
"What do you mean, Sir?" I correctly repeated.
"I'm going to shave off what little public hair you
have and I'll expect you to keep it that way until I tell
you differently, understand?"
"Yes Sir, I think so," I said, not really
understanding. I had just started getting hair there and I
really didn't want to lose it, but what choice did I have.
"Hold still unless you want something down there cut
with this razor," he ordered.
"Yes Sir. I will, Sir." He didn't have to tell me
twice!
He sprayed some shaving cream onto the ends of his
fingers and spread it on the wisps of hair around my penis.
As he shaved me, he held my penis in one hand and stretched
and moved it around. It had shrunk back to its small size
after the orgasm and it was now getting stiff again all by
itself. Carefully, he continued to shave my hair off until I
was completely bald again.
"It looks like you like this too, don't you?" he
sneered, as he pulled on my now stiff penis with his thumb
and forefinger.
I had to admit it, "Yes, Sir."
"Well, I'd jack you off again, but I don't have time
right now," he said as he cleaned off the leftover shaving
cream from my crotch with a damp towel that he found in the
laundry basket near the washing machine.
"One last thing before I let you go. You will do as you
are told and you will tell no one about this, understand?"
"Yes Sir."
"If I hear that you told anyone about this, those
pictures I took of you will be in circulation. So you have
no choice. Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir."
"Also, since you like being tied up and you obviously
like being jacked off, you can expect that you'll be doing a
lot more of each of those with me. Do like that idea?"
Well, I wasn't really sure about it, but I was in no
position to disagree and I sure wasn't going to argue about
it, so I said, "Yes Sir."
"Do you have an email address?"
I was startled by the sudden change in subject and
said, "What?"
Smack! "I asked, `Do you have an email address?' and I
didn't hear a `Sir' in that answer."
I yelped out, "Ow! Yes Sir!"
"What is then?"
He jotted down my free Hotmail address as I spelled it
out to him and said, "This had better work."
"It does, Sir. Please, please untie me now."
"All right then, I'll help you get yourself loose."
He took the ball gag out of the box and said, "Open up
and I'll put this back in."
"No don't. I don't want that back in. I want you to let
me loose," I said desperately beginning to struggle because
for the last few minutes I had become aware my arms had been
hurting more and more.
Smack! "Ow!"
"I didn't hear a `Sir' in that sentence. When I tell
you to do something, you will do it without complaining," he
said as he slapped me again on my raw, sore butt.
Smack! "Ow! Yes Sir! Yes Sir!" I yelped.
"I'm going to put you back in the same condition as I
found you and you can figure out how to get loose on your
own. That's what you were planning to do anyway, right?"
"Yes Sir," I said resentfully.
"Watch your attitude, or I'll start spanking again. Now
open your mouth."
I knew when I was beat and opened my mouth. He put the
ball in and fastened the strap behind my head. He took the
small lock that fit in the blade of the strap, put it back
through the loop and clicked it closed. He reached down and
pumped up the inflatable butt plug again and turned the
vibrator up full. He moved the stool over in front of me and
climbed up on it to unwrap the tape around the chain and
hook so I could get it free.
"Is the stool close enough so you can use it to get
free?" he asked.
I nodded my head relieved that my ordeal was about
over.
"Remember not one word to anyone," he warned as he
grasped my penis again and began to stroke it. "You'll be
hearing from me soon, so check your email frequently. When
you do get an email from me you'll do exactly as you are
told." He pulled out his wallet and took out a bill and
dropped it in the box. Then he grabbed my penis again and
continued to stroke it. "Here's five dollars. Hang on to it
because you'll need it to follow the directions you'll get
in your first email. I'll email to you tonight. You'll have
deadlines to meet. So follow in the instructions. If you
don't, you see your pictures all over. Do you understand?"
I moaned slightly responding to his stroking and nodded
my head at the same time.
"Oh yeah, there's one more thing to do, yet. I see you
have some clothespins in your box. It's a shame not to use
them."
I had seen spring clothespins clipped on some of the
guys in the pictures on the internet, so I got a few. I have
never used them on myself because when I tried one on my
finger it hurt so much I couldn't imagine putting them any
other part of my body. It was just something I thought I
would try someday when I got my courage up so I didn't take
them out of the box.
Jordan let go of my penis. He reached into the box and
took out a handful. With one hand he pinched out the tight
skin over one nipple and clipped one on. It really hurt! I
started to struggle hoping to dislodge it when.Smack! He
spanked me again.
I tried to yell, but the ball gag did its job and I
could only mumble and struggle.
"Knock that off. I'm going to put these on whether you
want them or not. As soon as I get done you can get untied
and take them off. You had them in the box so I assume you
want them on," he said with a nasty grin.
I stopped struggling as much as I could and let him put
them on hoping it wouldn't take too long and I could free
myself and take them off. As I watched, he put another on my
other nipple, a couple on each ear, one in each nostril, and
two on each side of my tight little scrotum. The only ones
that really hurt were the ones on my nipples, but strangely
enough, it seemed like there was an electric that was
sending shocks every time I moved along a wire that ran from
each nipple to my still-stiff penis. I tried to hold as
still as possible so Jordan would leave.
"That's the right attitude," he said as I stopped
moving. "You and I are going to be really good friends. Or
else," he warned me ominously and patted my bare, abused
butt.
The next thing I heard were his footsteps going up the
stairs and the door closing.