Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2004 21:05:54 -0700
From: Wade Wright <wadewright@att.net>
Subject: Chpt. 3 for - "Doing Some New Stuff"

			   Doing Some New Stuff

		    Chapter Three: Meeting The Basement

			      By Wade Wright

	As they reached the bottom of the staircase, going into the
basement, if anybody would have asked, Butch would have had to honestly
admit that going to this basement was not turning out to be the exciting
"event" that he had expected.  It was just a normal basement.  Nothing
unusual, certainly nothing to give him any indication that this room could
hold any extra and unusual fun and excitement.
	The basement was only about 20 by 20, with a washer and a dryer on
one wall, a number of storage shelves along two of the walls, a basket of
dirty clothes on the floor, and about the only thing that he did notice
that might have been just a little different than maybe expected, was the
rather unfinished, "bathroom" off to the right side.  The "bathroom" as he
noticed had a sink, a toilet and a shower stall (the type you can buy fully
constructed and assembled, and then just put in place), but the wall
separating it from the other part of the room had never been finished.
Other than that, this was simply a laundry room, and definitely not a
playroom like any he had read about and had fantasized about getting to
visit and play in someday.
	As he stood there with Kyle still holding onto his elbow, he heard
a rather peculiar, unusual click and turned to see Ron swinging open one of
the storage shelves, opening it as if it were a door, and much to his
complete, but very pleasant surprise, exposing a completely hidden room
behind the fake shelving and door.
	Kyle simply said, "Too many little nieces and nephews that can ask
way too many questions."
	Ron reached in, hit a switch and two bright red lights lit up the
room to a subdued level.
	Butch walked up toward the door, stopped and stared!  Hooks and
chains, ropes, tables, pulleys, harnesses, dildos, vice grips, paddles,
racks, candles, leather straps, ankle restraints, collars, handcuffs,
pipes, poles, blindfolds, towels, hoods, cages, sawhorses, floggers,
pumping tubes, buckets, ball stretchers, weights, padlocks, gags, and even
a straightjacket hanging on the wall opposite his doorway, made his mouth
fall open, and the sight of everything completely took Butch's breath away!
	This room was out of a "picture book" to Butch!  He had read about
rooms like this, had read stories that had rooms similar to this in them,
or at least they were supposed to be much like this, but this one he knew
was real!  He was standing in the doorway of this room.  Everything he saw,
was right before him!
	The room had wooden tables in it with tie-down hooks anchored in
the floor and in the ceiling, and some on the table edge or top.  It had a
large X frame rack, of course with chains and restraints on the four
lengths of it.  It had leather covered tables, it had mats on some
platforms and some mats on the floor.  Chains hung from hooks in many spots
in the ceiling, and along the walls.  It had two cages.  One for the poor
restrained subject to only stand up good and tall in, way too narrow to
bend over and scratch his ankle, and the other where he would of course eat
his meal out of his dog dish.
	As Butch attempted to gather everything into his mind, all so
quickly, he saw an almost "store display" of dildos, neatly displayed on
the counter top.  From small, to almost screaming scary big, he just knew
that each one of them would,---at some time, see the inside of his ass.
Butt plugs, once again small to large and one that he seriously could not
remove his eyes from, were also neatly displayed on the counter top,
immediately beside the wicker basket that so pre-dominantly displayed some
very common and ordinary candles, but candles that represented much more
than just simple light!  Each candle represented the excitement of knowing
that one, each and every small drip of wax, onto his bare butt, onto his
sensitive tits or maybe completely covering his bare dick, would represent,
to his masters, his total and unflinching commitment, to them, to allow his
body to be overtaken by them, and be used and played with to their heart's
content.  As he stood there and visually absorbed, all of the "tools" of
the room, he knew he was, finally and at this point in time, submitting
himself, and his body, to the full and complete use by the two hot, hunky
muscular men that had accepted him as their boy toy to play with and to
enjoy.
	Still trying to mentally comprehend the complete collection of
sexual items that he was now being introduced to, he started realizing the
enormous amount of chains and leather straps that hung from the ceiling and
from certain sections of the wall.  Close by, and of course within easy
reach of some of these straps were a nice collection of paddles and whips.
Wooden paddles, leather paddles, padded paddles and paddles with holes,
simply to allow not only a faster smack and crack on the ass, but to leave
a trophy of use where each little hole bruised the skin and left its mark
of distinction.
	Small items so neatly laid out on the counter top and so ready for
use were as equally exciting and at the same time, intimidating.  Padlocks,
blindfolds, mouth gags, tit clamps, which did include vice gripes of which
Butch had read about before, but had never had the opportunity to feel
clamped onto his nipples.  Ball stretchers, nut and bag weights, collars,
cock vacuum pumps and also some hoods, all excited him and at the same time
made him question if he had actually allowed himself to get into something
that could turn out to be much more of a horror story, than just an act of
play.  Something, ---something much different than simply an opportunity of
expressing, and taking advantage of his true desires to be a manly man,
with some other very manly men, and allow himself to be completely
controlled and used by two men that he actually did not know, nor know
anything about.  He did suddenly realize that some men have, in the past,
completely and unexplainably disappeared, never to be heard of again.  He
had read stories, published in some of the shadier publications, about men
that he had assumed were just made up men, that had allowed themselves to
be taken off of the street, and into the night, anticipating a night of fun
and adventure, allowing themselves to be used by some hunky sexy men as
their toy of pleasure, only to be never heard of again.  Suddenly the
stories of mystery and drama that had forced him to keep his night light
on, after reading late at night, were becoming much, too much, of a
possible reality.
	Trying desperately, Butch was mind searching to attempt some
recollection of knowing now if those stories and events he had read about
had really been declared a true novel, or were they true life accounts of
actual mystery/murder cases?  Suddenly his mind was having troubles
remembering which way it really was!  He knew he had read articles before,
about actual sexual play sessions that had gotten out of control, or were
purposely planned that way, to where one of the parties never had the
chance to play again.  He knew he was one small sized man, compared to the
two very large muscular men that he was now with, in their secret,
basement, room.  If this type of a sex play session was a possibility, he
knew he was a very possible goner!
	They were in the country,--someplace in the country!  He knew they
were maybe 15 or 20 minutes outside of town, but since his face was deeply
buried in Ron's basket during the entire ride, Butch had no idea at all of
where they had taken him.  He simply knew that when he had gotten out of
the truck, the country house was far enough away from any other houses,
that even if he needed to, and did manage to escape to the outside of the
house, nobody would be able to hear his calls for help.  The location this
farm house was now starting to stand out as a major factor if, yes if, he
had managed to put himself and his life in danger.
	Butch was now re-assessing his intelligence, or his complete
stupidity, in letting himself actually be kidnapped, stolen away into some
country location with two very strong, muscular men, that he now had no
real reason to think were just the nice, easy going admired men in the
Leather Man bar.
	As he re-thought, even the location of the bar, in the very deepest
of the dark, back alley, he pondered the looks and actions of even some of
the other men that were there.  He realized that his excitement of finally
going to some leather type of a bar had gotten his excitement level very
elevated and his juices flowing to a point that he very possibly could have
allowed himself to walk into a situation of bodily danger, or even more
threatening, death danger.  Suddenly the very vivid and life threatening
stories that he had read, and had so thoroughly enjoyed, while stroking on
his own dick in his heightened level of excitement, were becoming way too
real!  This time, he was not stroking his dick!  This time, it was not a
story to just be put aside on the bed-stand!  This time, it was in a secret
room in a farm house basement, far away from any life saving person,
---with two men that he simply knew nothing about, except that they were
each individually hot enough that he would have gladly gone with either one
of them, and never asked a question.  Not only had he gone with one of
them, but he had gone with both of them, two very strong men that would
have no trouble at all in doing to him, whatever they decided to do, good,
bad, or even------deadly!  He had relinquished himself to their actual
ownership, since he no longer had any say about anything he wanted,
thought, or desired.  His years of danger free dreaming of being with
exactly this type of men, ---that he was now a very possible human slave
to, had allowed him to mindlessly grab onto his very first opportunity.  An
opportunity of having two very muscular, very strong built men, men that
should be magazine models, take him into parts unknown, and very possibly
set him up for actions of unspeakable terms.  Unspeakable terms, except,
when they are written into some magazine or paperback book.  Written for
some young man to read, and to help him dream about being so submissive
that maybe he could "be that man" that gets to experience such, hot, hunky,
man to man actions, only to have his life used as part of the fun.
	Sorting thoughts out as quickly as he could, Butch suddenly
realized that during his readings, he had never exactly held as true, the
parts of the account where the horny young man, overpowered by his large
football player built guys started doing harm to him.  The build up, the
anticipation of the actions and the interactions and the sexual acts that
the young man was getting to live and enjoy, were the great parts that had
turned Butch on so highly, but now, he was realizing the much more
potentially dangerous parts, the parts he had rather ignored.
	Butch suddenly realized that nobody at home knew where he was this
week-end.  He had not told anybody where he was going for the week-end nor
even that he would be gone.  Nobody at the bar knew who he was.  If he
never showed up at the bar again, who would ever wonder why?  The only item
of any identity of him was the car, and if something final did happen to
him, getting rid of a car was a very easy item to do.  He had read about
any number of cars that simply "fell in," down along the river's edge.
	Kyle looked at Butch, as Butch stood there rather frozen and asked,
"OK guy?  Like what you see?  This is the room, we call it our playroom,
and we are going to enjoy using you as part of the play.  OK?" Butch was
not quite as gung-hoe as he had been before he saw all of the equipment,
and his hesitation was noticed by Ron and Kyle.
	"Hey man, it's all OK!"  Ron reassured Butch.  "You're OK.  You
didn't expect quite so much did you?"
	"No, no I really didn't, I guess!"  Butch replied.  "God yea man,
this is a lot of stuff!"
	"Hey man, it's a lot of stuff, but it's all for fun."  Kyle stated
and reassured again.  "Butch, it all fun stuff!  You still with us, or have
you changed your mind?"
	"Oh man, I didn't expect to see this much stuff!  Can you guys
promise me I'll be OK?  You won't hurt me any will you?"
	"Hey Butch!  We told you earlier that you might feel some hurt and
some pain, but we will not harm you any.  You're a big boy now, and we want
you to play like a big boy, so you might feel some hurt and some pain, but
we promised you earlier that we would not do any body damage.  You with
us?"  Kyle asked.
	Still wanting so very badly to be part of this type of play, and
listening to Kyle's calm and relaxing voice, Butch agreed that he was still
with them, although in his heart and in his head, he was still wondering
about his sanity in agreeing to being used for their joy and entertainment.
	Thinking to himself, Butch just kept saying, to himself, "I'm OK!
I'm OK!  I want to play, I want to play!  I'm OK!"
	Finally without actually realizing that he was saying it out loud,
he uttered, "I'm OK!  I want to play, I want to play!  I'm OK!"
	Ron looked at Kyle as Kyle returned the look and both men smiled
and each man patted Butch on the shoulder.  They each reassured him that he
was going to be glad that he was still with them, and that he would be
safe.  They both knew that this extensive collection of tools and equipment
was definitely a lot more than Butch had ever seen, and was a lot more than
he had expected to see, so they knew he needed some calm reassurances so
that he did not freak out completely.
	Ron explained the 'house rules' to Butch which did include the code
word, "enough" if Butch did hit a level where he really needed to have
something stop.  Ron and Kyle fully explained, and made sure three or four
times over, that Butch completely understood that if he uttered the
"enough" word, that stopped everything and the play was totally over until
things could be worked out and agreed on.  Ron explained to Butch that he
could shout and scream any other word he wanted, so that he could verbally
express his emotions, and his excitement if he so wanted.  He could shout
--Ouch!, --It Hurts!, --Damn It!, or even --Stop!, but no word would be
listened for except for the one word, "enough!"  He explained that having
the liberty to shout and scream whenever he wanted would make everything
that much more exciting, and he would be assured that whatever was
happening at the time he screamed, it would continue without
interruption,----unless he said or shouted "enough."
	The other very important item of instruction that Butch was given
was, "If you have to take a piss, you let us know.  We've got a bucket over
there that we'll tie on your bag, and then you can pee into the bucket."
	With that statement Butch looked at Ron and simply just said, "Oh
shit!  Really?"
	"Oh definitely man, yes definitely!  Now why don't you get yourself
up here on this table and lay back.  I think Kyle and I need to see just
what a thick nine inch cock, needs done to itself, to get it all excited
again like it was upstairs."
	As Butch managed to get himself up on the table with his wrists
still chained together, and still sporting the neck collar and leash, he
laid down on his back as Kyle grabbed the leash, and hooked the end of it
to an exposed hook on the leg of the table.  Suddenly Butch realized that
for the first time, since they had gotten to the house, he was now
restrained and could not move on his own will.
	"Kyle looked at Butch and asked, "OK?  You OK?  That's only the
first of many times you are going to find yourself all tied down or maybe
chained up somewhere.  Enjoy it boy, you are now our toy!  See all those
chains up there?  Everyone of them has a purpose, and I'm sure you will get
to find out just what each one is for."
	As Kyle unlocked Butch's wrist chains, and then locked each wrist
down to a hook on the table, so that he was now chained down with the
collar, and with each wrist locked to the table, he looked down toward Ron,
who's face was now placed very, very neatly between Butch's legs, he asked.
"Hey Ron!  How's that young dick doing down there, man?  Is he letting it
get good and hard in that hot mouth of yours, man?"
	Ron pulled off of Butch's rod just long enough to tell Kyle, "Yea
man.  He sure is, and what a fucking tight ass hole he's got.  Just trying
to stick one finger up in there has been feeling great!  His ass is
grabbing hold of it like some kind of a fucking wrench.  We're gonna be
having some first rate fun with this one man, some real, first rate fun!
Without even looking, I could tell when you locked his wrists down.  His
body got rigid and real tight!  That was something real new to him!  God
I'm glad we brought this one home!  This one is going to be fun!  Fucking
fun!"