Bait 2

Author: bookworm
Title: Bait 2
Date: 30 September 2010

“I was worried; I don’t mind telling you, I was very worried. It was not like Danny to disappear. I would hear from him everyday, even if it was just one text message that was a dumb joke, but it had been several weeks since I had heard from him and as I had been away on holiday it had I could not get home quick enough. I knew what he was like and what he was into, and even though I am not fully into the fetish scene my head would turn at a good looking guy in leather, either motorcycle or street wear, and occasionally some in bondage gear that I saw from Danny’s pictures of the guys he played with, tied up in some inescapable position.
I went to his house certain that there was something wrong, hoping at best to see him asleep on the sofa after playing with a guy all night-the same guy probably still tied up at his feet-at worst I would find him flat on the floor having bitten off more than he could handle and he himself tied up on the floor at the feet of some guy, but I knew all too well that that would never happen, he was strictly a Master through and through.
I looked through the lower floor windows as best I could but saw nothing, my view obscured by the partly drawn curtains.
I went around the back and found the spare key that I knew he left out for emergencies and let myself in. The place was deathly quiet with the only sound of my own breathing bellowing in my ears. I slowly wandered around the rooms downstairs before going upstairs. I tried to hear if he was in the bathroom having a shower but could hear no sound of running water. I reached the top and looked into all of the rooms, still totally empty. I pulled down the loft ladder and stepped up into the attic playroom, but it looked tidy with no toys out, no slaves tied up and no Danny.
As I said, I am not fully into the fetish scene but I did play with him from time to time as a second Master, becoming a sub at his hands tied to another slave, but that was as far as it went, I was only tied up, being another Dominant. Whatever he was doing, if he had arranged a scene with a slave at his-which was more the case, less going to the slave-he would always text me the details as a safeguard. I wandered back down stairs and went back into his study and realised that the computer was still whirring away. I switched on the screen; the ‘Standby/Shut Down/Restart’ message prompt was still visible so I clicked on the standby button while I went and made a drink for myself, knowing that I could be waiting here for a while or for just a few minutes and he would be walking in the door, bold as brass.
I sat on the chair in front of the screen, nursing the drink I had made then decided I would log on and see what he had been looking at before he left. It had suddenly occurred to me that he had rushed out and not realised that he hadn’t turned the computer off properly.
I connected to the Internet and looked at his recent history. There were several bondage pages that he seemed to look at frequently and several homepages of different Masters and Slaves. I could not really see what he got from bondage but I did enjoy the few times that I was played a scene with him. I found the last site that he had looked at, ‘Slave Search’, and clicked on it. I realised it was a website to meet others through, for those seeking Masters and Slaves. I looked at some of the pictures that were on there and then clicked on the page with some of the recent videos on. I watched a few of these en-captured mentally at what I was watching, I found myself encapsulated by it and obliviously to my surroundings, I could feel myself beginning to get aroused at what I was watching. I was not totally aware to what people got into-literally and physically!
After sometime I managed to tear myself away from the site and decided to look at his e-mails as the website did not deem to give me any clues to where he was. I logged onto his e-mail account so easily, I was surprised at how lax his security was. And there it was; his last e-mail that he had read still in his inbox and more after that one that were un-opened.
It was from the last site that he had looked at ‘Slave Search’- and I was getting an uneasy feeling that something was drastically wrong. I opened the e-mail and read it. I was not shocked at what I read, but not prepared for it at the same time.
I was looking at instructions and directions. It was looking at an e-mail that almost looked like I had won the lottery! My chance to become a porn star. My 15 minutes of fame. It told me what I could and couldn’t do to the slave and that what I was doing was being streamed live to the world through the internet. It told me where I had to go. I scribbled down the address and knew that it was not far but I believed it to be a disused industrial estate. I closed the e-mail down and then clicked back onto the Internet website again, it was just as I had seen before, but this time there was a new another video window on it next to the other video window. I logged off and left the house with the scrape of paper with the address on in my hand.
I heard my mobile bleep a message just as I was about to drive away, eagerly checked to see if it was Danny. It was not but I replied before I drove off.
I found the industrial estate as I had thought it was. A disused area of warehouses falling down, with ‘For sale/To let’ signs hanging from them and swinging in the warm late summer breeze.
I drove up to the unit that I wanted and followed the instructions that I remembered from the e-mail. The door was shut but it soon gave way when I barged into it with my shoulder. As I walked through into the main warehouse, I could see recent activity, drag marks in the dust and dirt. I walked into the middle of the large cavernous room, treading over the fallen roofing. It was here that I saw definite marks of recent work, tape marking out a large square and small squares at each corner.
I heard a bang and spun around, my heart banging in my chest but there was no one there, it was just the door banging in the breeze. I turned around and looked again to see if I could see any trace of Danny or even try to work out why he had been here apart from that e-mail. I kicked about the debris squatting down to pick through the dirt, there was then another bang and I stood up again and was almost felled by something from behind me, from a blow to the head. I was dazed and thought I heard a voice behind me call out something like. ‘Leave the bait in the van! There’s some here already!’ then I felt a hand over my mouth and I could smell something. I tried to breathe and push the clothed hand away from my face but I was too weak from the knock and losing consciousness fast from what was on the cloth
I come to with shock, aloud bang from the door echoed around; I had the biggest headache that I can remember ever having, even worse than any hangover. I felt cold and weak and then realised that I was naked and I could not move, I was standing up and my legs stretched out and tied down, my arms stretched up over my head. I could not see and my head was covered with a hood. There was something in my mouth and I could not see any light anywhere.
I then heard the faint pounding of booted footsteps coming closer towards me in between the pounding of my own heartbeat in my ears. They were on top of me so quick that before I could react I felt a sting across my back a s a whip was swung against my bare flesh. I cried out in pain as my head shot back but the gag in my mouth muffled any noise and I realised that the gag was attached to the inside of the hood, my breath blowing hard and fast through the nose holes in the hood. Then it happened again, the swing and crack of the whip against my back. I cried out again, but it was met by the gruff deep voice telling me to be quiet, to take my punishment like the slave that I was should, that I should be thankful for letting the Master punish me for doing wrong but the voice was not the same as I had heard before. I could not understand what he meant and was trying to gather my thoughts and catch up with things as my back stung again from another whip.
I wanted to call out again, but bit onto the gag to distract me from doing so. Then it happened again and again and again-each stroke hitting quicker than the previous. I think I counted ten strokes when he stopped. I heard him approach me from behind and felt a leather hand rub my back, the sensation soothing but stinging at the same time. I heard a chain rattle and felt my arms being lowered. Then I felt his hands on my wrists and then my feet then felt something at my neck as a lead was snapped on and I was led away several feet and then felt my self being turned around and I was pushed back. My heat jumped with shock as I fell onto something soft that then went taut and I realised that it was a leather sheet, but then immediately knew that it was a sling having seen one in Danny’s playroom. My legs were than lifted up and looked into what felt like some leather stirrups, wrists unclipped and pulled back and locked over my head above me somewhere. I tried to push myself up as he walked between my feet and my head but he was too quick for me and he soon had a hand locked onto the corner chain. I tried to pull the hood off my head with the other but found it was locked on.
I did not like this as it was more than I had done before with Danny as a sub- he knew my limits and that I was not into the scene.
The guy grabbed my hand from my head and soon had it locked to the other chain. Then I felt fingers rub up and down my muscular chest and ripped stomach, which began to arouse me as this always turned me on, the guy must have seen this and began to do this more in different degrees of softness or roughness. I could feel his fingers smoothing out patterns in the covering of short brown hair that covered my chest and stomach, the touching coming at different places at unknown times. Then he slowly moved to my nipples and began to lightly nip and pinch these, again my reaction was visible and noted by this guy who then began to pinch my nipples harder and harder. I began to moan, the situation taking me over as memories of what I had seen on Danny’s computer came back into my head. I then as one hand continued to pinch and tease my nipples at random intervals and strengths I felt a hand wrap itself around my balls, gripping tighter and tighter, until I tried to pull away but it was of no use, he just gripped tighter and pulled at my balls. I moaned out as pain throbbed in them and my cock was hard and erect. Then he let go of my balls and slapped my hard cock with the palm of his leather covered hand. ‘I see slave likes this!’ He said. I tried to think of other things to stop the reaction but it was of no use, the more he slapped my hard swinging cock the more of a reaction until I was in pain from my erection. I could also feel that I was leaking precum, feel it drip onto my stomach or onto my balls as he slapped my cock.
Then he stopped slapping my cock and balls and began to concentrate on my nipples again, but this time he pinched my nose together so that I couldn’t breath, I tried to inhale air but it was no use he was pinching my nose tight, I tried to shake my head, but he just gripped more-then he suddenly let go, I sniffed in the cooling air, I could feel that it was getting cold around me as the sweat that had began to cover my body was chilled and cooled me down.
He pinched again as I had full lungs but this time I tried to breathe out as it felt like my lungs would burst, then as quickly as he pinched my nose he let go. I breathed in the air as deep and as fast as I could, waiting for him to stop my air intake again, but it didn’t happen.
I tried to listen to what was happening around me but my heartbeat was pounding too hard in my ears. It was then that I felt searing pain again as I felt something flat and spiked whack with force onto the backs of my strapped up bare legs and let out a loud yell through the hood, then biting onto the gag in my mouth. ‘That will teach you the Slave to enjoy yourself’ the voice said as I felt the pain as he swung again, this time lower towards my arse, then there was another swing and this time the target was across my arse. I bucked in the sling as the pain swept through me and I tensed waiting for another swing but again it didn’t happen, but I waited for the next torrent, unable to see or hear what he was doing and unable to tell what time it was and no way to judge how time was passing.
I then felt something cooling being rubbed over my arse and then slowly the rubbing turned to one finger, this slowly began to rub up and down between the red cheeks of my arse, slowly up and down, until it stopped and found what it was looking for and I felt a sharp pain as it entered my arsehole. I bucked again. I was a top and had not even used any toys on me before now and this was not what I expected. I tried to protest but all I got for my trouble was a further probing.
Then the finger was pulled back and I felt more lube being rubbed into me and then without warning I felt him push his solid and throbbing cock into me. ‘Feel me Boy!’ He called out in that deep gruff voice of his. ‘You’ve had your unexpected pleasure without permission! Now it’s my turn!’ He said as he began to thrust himself into me. Slow and deep, I could hear him moaning low to himself. I could feel him inside of me, I could feel him slipping in and out of me, pushing deeper with each thrust. I could hear him moaning and groaning, I could feel sweat covering me-chill against the cold air.. I could feel myself getting hard again as he rubbed himself into me, it seemed as if I wanted to piss myself, but I held back, then the unexpected sensation of wanting to cum, to climax. I could feel his hand grip me from time to time rubbing my cock in time with him pumping his rock solid cock into me. I tried to arch myself, as pain slowly made it’s was through my body, I was in an uncomfortable position in the sling, but unable to move to do anything about it.
Then just before it seemed as if I was about to cum-he stopped and pulled himself out of me just as his moaning began to get louder and his pumping faster. I felt hands at my ankles and then my hands and I was dragged of the sling. I tried to stand up but I was immediately knocked down onto my knees with a crunch and I felt my hands being tied behind my back and my ankles tied together and then a rope being threaded between them and pulled tight.
I then felt something at my leather covered face, something close and hitting me. The guys moaning began again as I realised that he was standing in front of me, rubbing his hard cock and then he climaxed, I could hear his cum hitting the front of the hood- hard and fast, then I felt it drip down onto my bare flesh as his groans began to subside and I could smell his cum as he placed his cock at the nose holes to the hood.
He gripped my the sides of my head with both hands and brought my head forward as he rubbed his dripping and softening cock across the front of the hood. ‘I know you want to see the load that your Master has shot over your head,’ He began to say, ‘but you will just have to be content with what it felt-What the-‘ His voice changed as he called out. ‘What the fuck!’ I heard him shout out. I could hear scuffling and more footsteps. I then felt hand on me and I was stood up and led away through the debris on the floor at a quick pace. I heard the door bang as it was flung open and I was dragged out into the open air. I could still hear the other guy shouting and cursing and then he went quiet as he was lifted up and dropped unceremoniously into the back of some sort of vehicle, then I felt hands on me and I was thrown in on top of it, I felt him tense up as the wind was knocked out of him twice. Then I heard another voice-muffled. I could not tell at first who it was but then I realised it was Danny. He was trying to say my name.
Then there seemed to be as if all hell had broken loose, there seemed to be sirens blaring out from nowhere, voices calling and then I felt hands on me again, pulling me back out of the vehicle. Then there was another voice talking to me telling me things but I could not hear over the commotion. My hands and feet were untied, then that voice again. ‘It’s okay, we’re a vice agency! You’re in safe hands now!’ then I felt something being tugged at the back of my neck and then the hood was being pulled of my head.
The Lights were bright after being hooded for so long and I still did not know what time it was or how long I had been there. Then I felt arms around me and Danny talking to me and I began to focus onto Danny’s face as blankets were wrapped around our naked bodies. He was saying that the hood that he had been wearing had lenses over the eyes and that as the door opened to the van the interior lights came on and he saw the distinctive ‘male on male’ symbol tattoo that I had on my left pec and knew that it had to be me.
We were then taken to some offices where I was given back my clothes that had been found in another vehicle outside the warehouse when it was raided. I checked my phone and found that I had several texts from another friend, the one who had text me just before I left Danny’s house earlier today-yesterday-I still don’t know. I text back that we was both safe and that we were with the vice agency where I am now writing this statement out for evidence. But I have just had a strange text back saying that he is with the police at the warehouse and that there is nothing or no one there and they have no idea who the vice agency are? They were not told of anything going down by their vice squad!”