Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2000 05:32:38 -0400 (EDT)
From: R D <axeldarke@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Jackson Enslaved II

I am persuaded to place a warning here.  This story is a fantasy. Please do
not try something like this. It is obviously not safe to place yourself in
the hands of a man you do not know under such vulnerable conditions.

  If you are not yet 18 years of age or not yet 21 years of age,depending
on the country, you are too young to read this and should depart from here
until you reach the legal age

  If you are offended by imagination of sex between men or master slave
type sex then you should not read this. In fact you should not even be
here.

  I also ask that if anyone wishes to reproduce this story or any part or
episode of it in whatever form they seek my permission in writing first.

axeldarke@yahoo.ca

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     Naked, his clothing in the sac at his feet as instructed, Jackson
locked the collar to his neck and snapped the first handcuff onto his left
wrist. As he was about to close the second cuff around his right wrist in
front of him a voice in the trees said, "No, behind you slave."

      Jackson was shocked when he heard the voice and stood stunned for a
moment. He saw a large figure move toward him from the trees on his left
but he could not make out details. "Do it now slave!" This time the voice
was loud and hard but it was not Larry's voice!

     In full panic Jackson turned and sprinted out of the shelter but
before he got 10 feet beyond the doorway he stepped on a loose shoelace and
landed hard on his face.

     Before he could move he felt the weight of a man's knee on his back
while his arms were wrenched behind him and the cuff was closed on his
right wrist.

     Two strong hands gripped him by the shoulders and pulled him to his
feet. Winded and filled with terror Jackson wanted to yell for help but
could not make a sound.

     While he struggled for breath his captor quickly wrapped something
cold and metallic around his ball sack and then attached a lead to it. He
yanked on the lead and Jackson suddenly regained his voice letting out a
cry and leaping to follow.

     His captor led Jackson under one of the lamps that lined the trail. In
the light Jackson could see his captor clearly for the first time.  The man
was at least 220 pounds and over 6'3" tall.  He was not so much fat as he
was just big. His head was shaved smooth and there was a ring in his
nose. He wore a sleeveless black shirt, jeans and suspenders. His laced
black boots had at least 18 holes and came close to his knees.

    "So what have we got here?" he asked. "Hey you're a pretty boy aren't
ya" he said with a crooked smile and an evil looking gleam in his eye. "
That fucker Larry sure knows how to pick 'em." he said with a laugh.

     Terrified, Jackson pleaded "please Sir, I was supposed to meet Larry
here tonight, please I don't want to miss him Sir."

    "Yeah boy I know you were gonna meet him here but he was uh, delayed,
you might say " his captor replied, leering at Jackson and laughing to
himself, " I am here to get you instead." His captor gave another yank on
the lead.  " You keep your mouth shut and do as I tell ya and maybe you'll
keep your balls, got it boy?" he asked

      Jackson, feeling the sharp yank in his balls gave a cry of pain and
said "Yes Sir Yes Sir I got it Sir."  Jackson was led back toward the
shelter.  His captor stooped to pick up the sack containing Jackson's
clothes and then he began to lead him off down the pathway the opposite
direction from which Jackson had come.

     Filled with fear but helpless Jackson followed the leash on his balls
and the man who held it. Lamps lighted the trail occasionally but his
captor skirted around the pools of light they created. They saw no one
until
 they came close to the third lamp.

    Two men suddenly appeared from the left thru the trees.  One of them
was clothed a lot like his captor with high lace up boots and a shaved
head.  The other had orange spiked hair and a nose ring and had a kind of
wild look in his eye.  Jackson, hoping for a chance to escape, cried out
"please please help me I don't want to.." but before he could say more his
captor yanked his lead upward and Jackson was suddenly on his toes yelling
in pain.

    "You will pay for that boy," said his skinhead captor as he pulled a
rag from his pocket and tied it around Jackson's head as a gag.  " I should
have done this before."

     Jackson's hopes for escape vanished as the two men both laughed and
the one with the shaved head said " Hey you got hot one there Carl!"

      " Yeah Barry I did, got me a pretty boy and this one almost came with
wrapping, or I should say un wrapping." He held up the cloth sack for them
to see.  "He definitely needs training but man, look at him; he has
potential " Carl boasted.  He led Jackson closer to the lamp so they could
see him more clearly.

     The three men looked lustfully at Jackson's nude bound body and for
the first time since his capture he felt something other than terror. He
felt a wave of humiliation and he closed his eyes in shame.
    "Hey Carl what you got in his butt?" asked Barry.

     Blushing deep red in the lamplight Jackson remembered the butt plug up
his ass and realized they could all see the base of it.  Carl reached back,
grasped it and pulled it out. "Boy you are just full of surprises aren't
you" said his captor as he raised the plug up and held it in front of
Jackson's face.

     Just at this point Jackson's bowels, unplugged for the first time in
hours, expelled a series of noisy farts. The three men laughed heartily.
Jackson wanted only to vanish into the ground.  Yet worse was to come.

     As Jackson was exposed to all of this humiliation his cock, which had
shriveled in fear, began again to grow and within seconds he was fully
hard. Carl, laughing at Jackson's shame, noticed his hardened cock and said
"Well boy you are obviously enjoying the festivities aren't you?"

     Jackson, unable to look him in the eye, focused his gaze on the ground
at his own feet.  Carl reached over and undid the knot on the gag and then
quickly forced the butt plug into Jackson's mouth, retying the gag in
place.  This repelled Jackson and his face reflected his feelings but he
could do nothing to change it.  His cock, if anything, just got harder.

     "That is a hell of a lot better place to keep that plug, don't you
think boy?" Carl asked.  Jackson could taste his ass on the plug and it
made him gag but he fought to control his reflex so he could breath.  He
succeeded but only by accepting the taste and that brought on a new flush
of shame.

     "I bet it tastes good too huh kid?"  Barry asked and the three men had
another good laugh at Jackson's predicament.

      "I got to get moving before we get company. Maybe see you guys later"
Carl said as he again began to lead Jackson down the pathway. He took the
lead in his left fist and holding it close to Jackson's balls he reached
his hand around and slid the middle finger of his right hand up Jackson's
ass.


     " Oh yeah boy you are a hot little unit and you just love this I can
see it."

     Jackson was in turmoil. He was terrified as never before yet there was
no denying he was extremely turned on as well. Carl was fingering his
prostate and he was on his way to orgasm if that continued.  Yet here he
was, naked, cuffed and led thru a park by a man who could possibly do
anything he wanted with him.

     The trail led them to a small parking lot and in the single lamp at
one end of it Jackson could see a dark colored Van. Carl led him over to
the van and slid open the side door.  He pushed Jackson inside and closed
the door, turning on the overhead light.

   The floor and sidewalls of the van were carpeted. Except for some
pillows and a couple chests along the sides near the back the van was
empty. There were no windows on the sides and the back windows were covered
with tinfoil.

      Carl reached back and opened one of the chests pulling out some items
Jackson could not see.  He took Jackson's hard dick and placed something
tight and elastic around it just below the head. Then he made Jackson lay
down on his stomach over 2 pillows facing the back of the Van. Jackson
could feel him removing the lead but then attaching something else to his
balls.  He heard a metallic snap.

     "Your balls are chained to the floor boy. You make any sudden move and
you'll lose them," Carl warned him.  Jackson then felt as his captor
wrapped leather cuffs around each ankle and fasten them tightly to separate
staples in the floor.  Jackson, still handcuffed, was left with his legs
split widely apart and his ass cheeks spread wide open.  Carl forced
another plug into Jackson's hole.  He turned a small switch in the base of
the plug.  In a moment Jackson began to feel it hum inside him.

     "Ok boy that should keep you occupied while we are traveling" Carl
said, chuckling as he slipped into the drivers seat. He adjusted the inside
rear view mirror so that he could look at Jackson's hot little butt while
he was driving.

      Jackson had been trying to deal with his terror over his helpless
predicament when the vibrator was switched on. He was soon again
transported to the point where he was building to orgasm.  He was filled
with fear and with regret at having left no trace to follow and he began to
weep.  Yet at the same time the vibrating plug stimulated him and he became
more and more aroused about his humiliation and captivity.  Close to orgasm
several times he found that the band on his dick made it impossible for him
to cum.  These conflicting emotions and sensations were very powerful and
very confusing to him and he was unable to stop his weeping for a long
time.

     Keeping him aroused made it very difficult for Jackson to clear his
head when he finally was able to stop his crying. Eventually though he
started to think. Where was Larry? Was he actually late for real? Maybe his
captor actually was collecting Jackson for Larry. It could be. Jackson was
reassured by this thought and was a little less fearful.

      He thought about Larry, about the way they had clicked so well on the
net, about the hot pictures he had seen and how much he wanted to submit to
the man. Maybe his capture in the park was just Larry's way of introducing
Jackson to this weekend of submission.

      Jackson was reassured by these thoughts for a while and he reveled in
his arousal.  Yet doubts began to intrude. He had never actually seen Larry
in the flesh. Only talked on the net and a few times on the phone.  Oh god!
Oh god! Was it possible that Larry was just a set up?  Some hot pictures
and a butch voice just to snare Jackson?

      All that stuff about buying the ticket anonymously and sending the
return portion was hot when they talked about it.  Yet he realized now it
was also the perfect way to cover his tracks and make him very tough to
trace.  Nobody knew where he was this weekend and there was no easy trail
to follow. He did not log his conversations on the net so even his home
computer would be no use.

     These thoughts brought fresh waves of tears from Jackson. Nude,
cuffed, plugged at both ends and chained to the floor he knew in his heart
that the van was taking him toward a life of slavery and he had no hope of
escape.



   This is the end of episode II. I hope that you have enjoyed it.  I would
greatly appreciate any comments readers may have, good or bad.

axeldarke@yahoo.ca