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"You gotta be fuckin kiddin me!" Grant tried to start the car again. All he got was that same damn clicking sound. "Can this day get any fuckin worse?!"

If it weren't for his bitch ex-wife he'd be back in Houston watching the Aggies game in his nice air-conditioned den. Instead he was out here in bumfuck Egypt tracking down the address where she'd moved with his two kids. He'd been driving this same dirt road for what must've been ten, twelve miles when his Beemer just up and died on him. So, here he was, stuck who knows where, out in the blazing heat. At least he'd spotted the dusty old pickup truck way off in the distance. Grant waved his shirt in the air again to make sure they'd seen him.

Dan was really liking what he saw as he pulled around the turn. 'That hot fucker's freeballing it,' he thought as the furry, beefy muscle stud walked up to the side of the truck.

"Car trouble?"

"Yep. Pretty sure it's the alternator. Hey, thanks for stopping, man."

"Don't mention it. So, where you headed, anyway? This road ends about a mile that way. The only thing out here is my ranch. What you see here is all my land."

"Fuck! Sorry, man. Didn't mean to trespass. I must've took a wrong turn. That or I got bad directions. I'm looking for my ex-wife's new place and all I had to go by was an address."

"Well, you're definitely headed the wrong way, that's for sure. Anyway, what about your vehicle? Did you call roadside, or what?"

"My phone won't pick up a signal, but I'm thinking it might take a jump. Don't suppose you got cables with you? Left mine back in Houston. You must think I'm a real dumbass.."

"I wasn't thinking that at all. Look, I got cables back at the ranch. Hop in the truck and we can go get em. Or you can use the phone if you want. I just have the landline."

"Thanks, man. I'm sure as hell lucky you were out here. It'd be a long damn hike back to civilization if you weren't. I'm Grant, by the way."

"Call me Dan, and you got that right. No one round here for miles but me. So, Grant, I'm guessing you're pretty thirsty. I got plenty of beer back at the ranch. You're welcome to it."

"A beer sure would hit the spot right about now. I'm much obliged, Dan. Can't thank you enough for helping me out."

"Like I said, don't mention it."

Grant came to with a sudden jolt. "What the fuck?" The first thing that hit him was a sharp pinch in his chest and a dull throb in his groin. "Jesus.. What the fuck's going on here?" He wasn't sure he was seeing right. Were those pliers clamped on his nipples? Was that a fuckin chain wrapped around his balls? With a metal weight hung on it? "Hey, Dan! Where the fuck are you, dude? What the fuck's going on, man?! Let me outta here!"

Grant was strung up naked, arms stretched out and legs spread wide, in manacles attached to the floor and ceiling. "Holy fuck.." He'd never been into the whole bondage scene, but Grant sure as hell knew a sex dungeon when he saw it. "This can't be happening to me." He could make out all sorts of whips, crops, paddles, and switches hanging on the walls. The shelves were full of clamps, gags, cuffs, pumps, collars, hoods, muzzles, and, worst of all, dildos and vibrators in more shapes and sizes than Grant knew existed. Dan's voice suddenly cut in.

"Welcome home, Grant." Dan stood there holding up a cock-shaped metal tube and a rubber butt plug. "It's about time you slept it off. I need you awake for this part and you'll find out I don't like to be kept waiting. I might let it slide, just this once."

"Why the fuck are you doing to this to me, man?" Grant's arms and legs flexed and bulged as he tested his restraints. "Why me, dude?"

"If you really have to ask you're a lot dumber than I thought."

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I wasn't quite ready to take him, but when he found the hidden cam over the shower, I knew I had to make my move, and fast. I couldn't risk giving him the time to figure things out. Lucky for me, he thought it was his live-in girlfriend keeping tabs on him. It hadn't been all that long since she'd caught him cheating on her. Well, to be exact, not that long since she'd received a set of revealing photos mailed by an anonymous source.

Anyway, they got into a huge argument and she stormed off to stay with her bestie. That was all the more convenient for me, since I was able to grab him that very night, sleeping alone in their bed. It also left me plenty of time to make things look as if he simply took off because of their fight. Now I doubt she'll even report him missing. It still irks me though how he's always getting into things he shouldn't mess with. Like right now, the way he's trying to remove that cock cage. That's just the latest on the long list of things he needs to be punished for. It's high time for my bad boy to learn some true boundaries.

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lockthemup · 11 years

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Conclusion to Part One and Part Two:

Ryan flinched as I stroked the smooth curve of his ass. "This is one truly awesome ass, bro." I felt the butt muscle flex as I gripped the ass with both hands. "An ass like this was meant to be shared." I slapped down hard, one pale globe, then the other. "A proper bitchfuck might even fix that douchebag attitude of yours."

Ryan suddenly clocked me with an elbow to the jaw. "I'm nobody's bitch, motherfucker!" He grabbed me by the neck and shoved me up against the wall. "That video's gonna disappear or I'll fuck your ass up!" He gave me a sharp jab to the gut. "I'm done with this faggot bullshit!"

Ryan punched me in the chest then smacked me hard upside the head. "Fuckin cocksucker!" He stalked over and deleted the clip off my laptop. "You're gonna erase that shit and get your faggot ass outta here! I better not find you here when I get back!"

I just started chuckling, leaned up against the wall, trying to catch my breath. Ryan came at me again. "You think I'm fuckin kiddin, dude?"

"You done lost, bro. You just don't know it." He gripped me by the neck again and clenched his fist. "Dude, it's already in my Twitter queue. If I don't hit reset, it goes out any minute now. So, man up all you want, but you're fucked either way."

Ryan raised both hands and stepped back. His latest tough guy act was over. "Alright, dude. You fuckin win. Tell me what the fuck I gotta do? Just make sure no one sees it, ok?"

"Yeah, I'll take care of it. Go take a shower, bro. You reek of beer and pussy." He shot me the finger as he turned away. "And don't shut the door. From now on, all the doors stay open so I can keep an eye on you. After you wash up, just wait for me on the bed."

Ryan seemed lost in a daze when I made my way in. "Did I say you could cover up? Get those fuckin briefs off!" He jolted up with a confused look. "You stay naked when it's just us, bro."

He reluctantly tossed them aside. "This can't be real, dude. I'm stuck in a fuckin nightmare."

"Real as it gets, bro. So get your ass ready." Ryan lay ass up across the bed, looking dejected as can be. "Not like that, dude. I want you on your back. Like a good little bitch."

Ryan shot me a glance of hate as he flipped over. I just pushed his legs up to grease that tight hole, then jammed my finger in to the hilt. "Omigod! Fuck, dude! Take it easy!"

"Too late for that, bro." His ass ring gripped like a vise as I worked two fingers in and out. "This hole needs a good hard fucking. It's way the fuck overdue."

I took a firm hold of Ryan's thighs and shoved my cock right up his ass. "Ohhmigod! Ohmigod! Ohhhmigod!" I sucked on his nipples as I drilled that hole. "Please.. Fuck.. Ohhmigod.. Not so rough.. I'm beggin you." He jerked away as I went to kiss him. "No man, don't." I gripped him by the scruff and forced him to swap spit, right as I started pumping my load.

I lay there on top of him for a while, kissing and sucking at his neck and his chest, my cock still lodged up his pulsing hole. "Please, dude. Take it out. My ass is fuckin killin me."

"It's not your ass anymore, bro. That ass is mine now." I kissed him hard on the lips. "So I'll be dicking that tight hole whenever I feel like it." I finally let my cock slide out so I could go wash up. "A cocky prick like you needs regular fucking to put you in your place."

Ryan was still lying where I left him, his beefy legs splayed out on the bed. One hand covered his eyes, the other rubbed at his swollen nuts. I took a firm grip of his dick and spread apart the cock lips. He shuddered as I ran my thumb over the slick, sensitive cumhole.

"What the fuck, man? Haven't you done enough? Oh fuuck.." He groaned as the metal wand stretched apart his cocktube. "C'mon, dude. Get off my dick. That feels so fuckin weird."

"I need to secure this cock, bro." It was a pretty tight fit, but that would give Ryan a constant reminder that the dick was no longer his to play with. Six screws would keep the ring lodged beneath the ridge of his cockhead. "I can't trust you to handle it on your own."

"Fuck, man. I really need to take a piss." He studied the sadistic little device. "How am I gonna go with this fuckin thing on my dick?"

"You pissed in the shower, right? That's good enough for now." I shifted over to pull back the covers. "I'll unscrew the cap when I decide you need to go."

I'd be managing that dick from now on. No more whippin it out for a quick mindless piss, and no more casual jerk offs either. Hell, I'm not sure I want Ryan to ever cum again. I'll be taking over his social life too. I still want him to play baseball, which'll be tricky, but hangin with the bros would just get him in trouble. And even talking to girls will be strictly off limits.

"Ok, I'm wore out, dude. I need a nap." I wrapped up tight against him. Ryan's muscled body shuddered as I pushed my hard cock back in his aching hole. "Shhh. Calm down, babe. We'll be sleeping together like this from now on." That ass was truly mine now.

"Get some rest, dude. We got a long day ahead. I'll be dreaming of your ass, bro."

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Continued from Part One:

"I'd be totally screwed if this got out. I should kick your fuckin ass, dude!" Ryan erased the clip and pitched the phone at me as he headed for his room. "You dumbass motherfucker!"

"Hey, hold up, bro. I made copies." That pulled him back real quick. "Didn't think you'd get off that easy, did you?" He glared at me, trying to figure out what the fuck I had in mind.

"What's your fuckin deal, man? I am not in a fuckin mood for games." He was practically on top of me. "So tell me what the fuck's goin on before I fuckin stomp your ass!"

"OK, listen up, asshole." I dropped the casual tone and stood up myself. "Unless you wanna be some fat bubba's prison bitch, you need to back the fuck down, alright? I've got you by the balls, now. So long as I have that video, I own your fuckin ass!"

"What the fuck's that supposed to mean?" Sure, Ryan was a total douche, but he had the sense to back off. "What the fuck do you want from me, dude?"

"Things are gonna change round here in a major way." I eased back down in the chair. "For starters, lose that fuckin towel. Lemme check out the goods."

"The what?!" He looked at me like I was nuts. "What the fuck are you talkin bout, man?"

"I'm talkin bout that dick that can't stay outta trouble." I flipped my laptop around and fired up a copy of the clip. "Since you can't keep it under control, I'm gonna do it for you."

"You're fuckin crazy, dude!" He actually gripped a hand over his bulge and stepped back. "And what if I don't, huh?" Right then I saw the lights turn on. "Man, are you a fuckin faggot?!"

"Yeah, Ryan, I'm a fuckin faggot." I paused the clip where I held up the fake id. "But you're a fuckin child molester. So you can deal with me or I can call the cops. Your choice, bro."

He suddenly slammed his fist down on the counter. "Fuck!" He paced back and forth a bit then slammed the counter again. "Fuckin faggot motherfucker!" Ryan slowly let the towel slip away. He knew I had him! "You'll fuckin pay for this, man. Mark my words."

I'd already paid! Truth be told, the slut in the video was just a regular whore I brought up from Atlanta. Cost a helluva lot to set it up, but taking charge of Ryan was more than worth it. I'd get payback from his ass soon enough.

"What now, dude?" He kept his hands cupped over his junk and his eyes on the floor, still coming to grips with his situation. "What're you gonna do to me?"

"Keep your hands off your dick, bro. You ain't got nothin I haven't seen. Wait, on second thought, how bout you get it hard for me." I could tell he was steamed, but he started to halfass stroke his cock. "And don't be shy. Look at me while you do it."

Ryan had this thing where he'd run a hand through his hair when he got worked up. So fuckin hot. "Is this what you wanna see, you cocksucker?" It turned me on even more how he kept up that whole alpha male front. "You been after my dick this whole fuckin time, huh?"

Yeah, I had plans for that dick alright. A stainless steel ring was gonna go beneath the ridge of Ryan's cockhead, with a three-inch hollow rod to plug up his cockhole. The ring had six screws fitted to a matching allen wrench, so there'd be no getting it off without my say, or he'd rip up his own dick. Another screw would seal off the metal rod. That way I could control his piss and cum. Ryan wouldn't be too far away from me anytime soon.

"I know you jerk off better than that, bro." Ryan's dick was barely thickened up. "Hell, I've seen you crank one out, plenty of times." His jaw tightened a bit, but he stayed quiet. "Fuck it. Let go of your dick and turn around." He dropped the halfhard dick and slowly turned with a heavy sigh. "Nice. Lemme see that ass, dude. How bout you prop a leg up on that barstool."

"Dude, if you're gonna fuck me, just get it over with!" Ryan had balls, I had to give him that. Of course, those balls belonged to me now, so he still did as I said. He watched me anxiously as I walked over to get a better view. "You're a sick fuck, you know that?"

"Shut the fuck up, Ryan. I'm looking at your ass, bro."

Conclusion in Part Three.

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face it thomas. this war is over. i have won. the company is now in my control.

that you have been forced to strip and get hard for me just to protect your wife and baby from financial ruin should be sufficient evidence that i now have you where i want you.

the terms of your surrender? your total and complete obedience to me as i will handle our firm’s business from now on. as a token of my power over you- i will hold your cock as collateral…caged and locked down tight within it’s metal prison.

your cock locked in a steel cage will be difficult to explain, i am sure. if and how you do is of no concern to me. you can choose whether to tell your pretty wife as to why she will no longer have access to your dick. i don’t really care. but i suspect she will leave you. but then- to tell her the truth as to why i hold sway over your cock meat means she will know you’ve been scamming her daddy of millions of dollars.

your cock will only allowed out at times of my choosing and i will choose those times rarely. when i do release your precious cock it will be for my own special amusement. so don’t plan on many orgasms as i savor the exquisite misery’s brought upon from denying sexual pleasure and release. i hope you remember your last ejaculation, as i am not sure when if ever the next one will be.

any questions? no? if not- then please go to the door and let the two men in who are there to fit you for your cock cage. your new life will begin immediately.

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voice journal entry 063013: the subject is seen here enjoying some pay per view titty fuck movie. doesn’t notice the micro spy cam taking him all in. so far he’s not noticed any of the cams i secretly installed throughout his so-called bachelor pad. what i am observing right now is his known ritual for a late night after going out with his pussy-chasing buds. both he and his group are still a little too immature to know that the women they what don’t like men who act like children…especially children who’ve had too much to drink. so toddy-boi here always seems to give up the chase around 1…1:30 and heads back to his place where he gets an glass of sunkist orange from a liter bottle [he foolishly believes the soda shakes off the effects of the beer he’s had all evening]. he turns on the tv, finds the pay-per-view porn, and picks an appropriate lesbo titty fuck flick to watch. as always- he gets an erection. he has some nice erections. not long after that the shoes are kicked off and jeans are lowered. he then spends time rubbing his cock through his underwear…working himself up. his idea of self pleasure is limited and his laziness means he will take one of his socks, put it over his rather sizable erection and jack off into the white cotton. at this point he tosses the soiled sock to the floor, gets up to pee and he crashes into his unmade bed.

things will be different tonight.

i know [from monitoring his side of phone conversations he’s had in the past two days] that he has no plans for tomorrow until his softball game in the mid-afternoon. he’s told his buddies he plans on sleeping in late and will not be answering his phone. from this i now know he is safely incommunicado for roughly 10 hours, giving me the window of opportunity i need.

i know his typical saturday night routine well enough by spying on him that he drinks the orange soda and watches porn after getting nowhere chasing pussy. based on these facts i have gone into his place, having stealthily created access to his apartment a while ago in order to install the cams and doctor his only bottle of his favorite orange drink.

i know his viewing routine as well as the time it takes to bring him to the need to jack off once he starts watching his porn. he’s a young horny male and its about 10 minutes into the film that his erection forces his attention. based on that knowledge, the knock put drug i choose for his drink will need to be relatively fast acting. my guess is he will be out cold just as his cock is demanding attention.

i think i will add some viagra to the mix. it will come in handy later, after i come into his apartment and drag his sleeping ass to his bed. tying him spread eagled will be a pleasure. blindfolding him and gagging him makes all the effort i put into this project worth it.

my guess is i will have at least 8 hours of fun with todd. i savor edging and tease torture and overal cock misery which he will be primed and ready for. i’ll use anal violation with butt plugs and such to and humiliation to the mix. he likes titty action so i can give him plenty of that. he should be a mess by the time i have had my fun. it will take me about 30 minutes to remove any evidence i was ever there. by noon i will loosen the knot on his left wrist so he can get free sooner or later.

i’ve successfully stalked and spied on males 3 times now. with each project so far, the male has not reported the incident to the authorities. my guess being the shame is too much for them to have to deal with. i wonder if todd will follow the same pattern.

i’ll be watching to find out. you see…i’m a cop who’s assignment it is to work these type of cases.

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the text came over at 2:15:34 am:

i am with subject in room 445…out cold…drug took effect before he could ejaculate…bring van around to hotel loading dock…have notified your second team to bring laundry cart to room…will package subject in full body bondage harness for transport when they get here…not clear on what is to be done with his genitals…does the client want him wearing the ball stretcher or the cock sheath with the tiny pin pricks?

Responding text came in at 2:33:55 am:

Scotty is the team leader for this pick-up/transport…will defer to his assessment regarding the genital accommodations… I did check with the client and his preference was both ball stretcher AND cock sheath if a 9" sheath is available for subject’s 11" monster… If subject is still oozing, a urethra plug might be something to consider as well….

final text…4:35am

the subject [with a properly “attired" cock] was taken to the private airstrip where he was flown to a small airport just outside atlanta. a private ambulance was there to take custody of the now conscious but bound and gagged male subject. the was attendants forced him onto a gurney and strapped him in place. our client’s limo pulled up soon after. the subject began to noticeably weep as the client approached him to whispered certain things in his ear. the client then said that he would take over from here and dismissed us, transferring over full payment for our “efforts". the departing ambulance took the subject to what i assumed was the client’s plantation. i have the $45,000 [cash] in a briefcase and will be arriving back at the main office within the hour.

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