Date: Tue, 21 Jun 2005 13:26:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: fetishguy <leathernvanillany@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Night Out With Jeff 3: A New Leash

My buddy Chad at work had notice my long faces lately. Chad was a bondage
top, and a hunk at that--muscled, but not overly so and really good at
knowing how to initiate a scene with a bottom and take it to its uppermost
limits. I know, because on nights when I had draw bored with Jeff and the
same old stuff, I'd turned to Chad and surrendered myself to his wicked
tortures.

"I need something new, and I think Jeff does, too." I said to Chad in the
lab that day. "We're pretending to be fuck buddies/best friends and it
isn't working. I think we both want the real thing and if we don't change
it up with each other, we'll have to go with other guys. A tough way to
split with your dad."

"Yeah, I see you problem, man," said Chad, who knew all the details of my
kinky, several-years-old relationship with Jeff.

"What do you mean by the real thing?"

"No more vanilla," I said. "Bring on the full master/slave, 24/7, 365
deal. Jeff's begging for it, I feel it. And I want the full power over
him. I think it's my destiny to control his every function, from here to
the end of his life. I want to do it. He wants the physical and emotional
torture. He begs for it--and I'm the one who knows best how to give it to
him."

Chad wanted to think about it over lunch. Then he came to my office, shut
the door and said, "Hey, bud. I've got a plan."

It was beautiful and as Chad described it my cock grew harder and
harder. The plan had to take effect immediately. Jeff had to be kidnapped,
raped, and retrained at Chad's dungeon in the country--within about a
two-three month period. Jeff would eventually become a dog slave. He would
be renamed and returned to me. My playspace would have to be transformed
into a cell capable of housing this new thing for the rest of its
life. Chad had trained many pups--this would be his first attempt at
training an adult dog.

"I'm fucking raring to go. But first, you must show me you're serious. Tell
me right now what name you will give Jeff. Jeff no longer exists. I will
take care of the paperwork to get him declared legally dead. What is the
worst insult you call someone right now, RIGHT NOW!"

"FUCK WAD," I sputtered.

Fuck Wad it is.

We were so hot that Chad ripped my shirt off and began twisting my
nipples. He peeled off his t-shirt and ordered me to begin sucking on his
nipples. Making sure the small window was covered over, he then stripped
naked and moved toward me, his nearly hairless body proudly displaying a
cock with exquisitely shaved pubic hair. He opened the desk drawer where I
kept my poppers, took two hits and had me blowing his beautiful 9
inches. Chad then held the bottle while I got complete naked. Caressing my
ass cheeks as I took my hits, he whispered in my ear "Here's to your new
life, free of all restraints, with your new dog Fuck Wad, free to be what
you are."

With that he sucked me deeply and I exploded into his mouth. I bent over,
and he jacked off load of cum over my ass. We hugged and kissed in the
illicit atmosphere of my office, oblivious to the consequences, raging hard
at the thrills and excitement to come.

THE KIDNAP

Fuck Wad didn't know what hit him, poor sucker, that night. He was just
doing some shopping when a gray minivan pulled over as he walked
home. Chad, dressed discretely, got out and innocently asked for
directions. At the same time, two others got out the other side and sidled
around Fuck Wad, both poking guns into his back. The rest was chronicled by
pictures Chad showed me on his cell-phone at work the next day.

Once in the van, Fuck Wad was quickly sucker-punched and cuffed. As he was
dazed, Chad placed a heavy rag soak in an old-fashion anesthesia from the
lab to immediately knock out the subject. Next came precise cutting and
trashing of Fuck Wad's clothes.

"Last clothes he'll be wearing--like forever," said Chad.

On came a temporary leather dog collar. "Wait until you see what we're
going to do for you permanently."

Then Chad and his boys inserted a catheter down Fuck Wad's piss slit and
into his mouth. "Didn't want the fucker to get dehydrated, now, did we? He,
he?"

The rest of the photos were too delicious to describe. Fuck Wad being
lifted from the minivan by gurney into Chad's dungeon. Fuck Wad having a
vibrating butt plug place up his ass, without lube. The three guys taking
turns emptying their pissholes of piss and then cum on the knocked out Fuck
Wad and then sliding him into cage for the first night of the rest of his
pathetic new life. And as if Fuck Wad was going anywhere, Chad attached
ankle and wrist restraints and double-locked the cage. That photo I had
printed up and placed on desk.

"My boys are working him over today, according to my plan," said Chad. Now
I'm not going to give you any information until I think Fuck Wad is going
to be ready for you after his retraining. There's a lot of work to do. Your
relationship with him was really fucked up, you know that? Not that I
disagree with it, but it makes it a little sticky."

In the meantime, I'd do some whoring around if I were you. You can come to
my place if you want. I can work you over to get these things out of your
mind, too. Think it over..."

"Thanks, Chad," I said.