Landlord Daddy Part 4

Author: dansplans86
Title: Landlord Daddy Part 4
Date: 16 December 2015

I lay over the bench long enough to get bored, despite the desperate situation I was in. I really needed to pee, and the gag was making my jaw ache. When Alan came back in, I was glad to see him, if only out of hope that he could relive my discomfort. As if on cue, he came over and stroked my hair like petting a dog, then deflated the gag. The relief was instant. He buckled my ankles in place on the chain, then gradually reversed the bondage process that had gotten me in the bench. In a couple of minutes I was suspended once more from the ceiling, spread-eagled. He brought a bucket over to me. “Need to piss?”

I was too stubborn to speak, but nodded. He held the bucket out and I started to piss, my cheeks reddening with embarrassment, which amazed me considering what he’d already done to me. I flinched as he gave my limp cock a few shakes, then put the bucket by the door. I was waiting for him to speak, but he gave me no clues, or even much attention. It maddened me. Instead, he stepped past me and I heard him drag a table up behind me. Next, he fastened my hands together behind my back, easing me backwards so I was lying on the table (a padded, black contraption, as I had suspected) on my back. Finally, Alan loosened the chain on my ankles slightly, allowing me to close my legs. I immediately felt sleepy with all of the tension on my body being relaxed. He slipped the blindfold back over my eyes. “Goodnight boy,” he murmured in my ear, kissing my forehead. Then I heard the door shut.

My body wanted to sink into the warm darkness he’d left me in, but I came alert in a flash. I could feel a thread of something brushing against my fingers. He’d fastened my wrists with rope! My heart started to beat faster, but I forced myself to stay calm. If he was keeping me in his sleeping pattern, I had a full night to work this knot loose. I settled down to work.

I grimaced in frustration as the time ticked by, and my progress was excruciatingly slow. The knot felt simple enough, but it was tight. I could only move it a fraction at a time, using two fingers. Finally, I felt it slacken, and began to yank and grab at it. As though admitting defeat, the knot collapsed, and I ripped the rope free of my cuffs. My hands were free! I whipped the blindfold off and sat up. I listened for a minute or two, but I couldn’t hear anything in the soundproofed chamber. I studied my wrists. The heavy leather cuffs were padlocked on, and without the key, there was very little chance of getting them off. My priority was my ankles. I slid as carefully as I could from the table and crouched on the floor. There was a lot of slack in the loosened chain. I began to pull on it and saw that it was connected to the wall by a simple peg. Holding the loose chain bundled against my chest to stop it rattling, I crept toward the wall until the chain went taut. I was a few feet away. I lay down on my belly, stretching to my full length. A whimper escaped my lips at being so close. Then, risking discovery, I lurched forward, grabbing hold on the peg. My ankles were yanked painfully, but I held on, gritting my teeth as I took the strain with one hand, using the other to unclip the peg. It came away with a jingle and I nearly sobbed. I took a few minutes to compose myself before freeing my other ankle and clambering free of the chain. I was free! The ankle-cuffs were also padlocked, and I was still naked, but I had gotten out of Alan’s bondage. Hate boiled up inside me, then I recovered. I wasn’t free yet.

The walk towards the door was terrifying. I kept waiting for it to burst open, seeing Alan and the rag coming towards me. But before I knew it, I was pressed against it. I tried the handle, and without so much as a squeak, the door began to open. Of course, I thought, why lock the room when you’ve tied up the occupant? The passageway looked totally foreign, even though I had started to think of it as home only a day ago. A bulky brown overcoat hung from a peg on the wall, but no shoes. I slipped into the coat, shrinking inside it, and tried the front door. It was on a latch, which opened with a snap that scared me to death. Then I was out in the street. It was the middle of the night and the place was abandoned. I began to stagger down the road, looking for a light in any of the windows. The house on the end of the street had a light in the bay window. I ran to it and knocked on the door, shaking with adrenaline.

A hall-light came on, then the door opened, revealing an old man fumbling with his glasses. In one hand he held a book. “What on earth...” he started.
“Please let me in. Someone is after me, I need to call the police!” I was whispering, still fearful of making noise.
The old man blinked at me for a few moments, then I hissed, “Please!” and he stood aside to let me in. I hurried inside and made my way to the lit room instinctively. He followed me in – I had obviously disturbed some late-night reading. A cup of tea sat on a table beside an armchair. I crouched on the floor in front of a small electric fire. He shuffled in after me, and kept staring at me. I followed his gaze and saw my bare feet sticking out from under the coat, with the thick leather cuffs still firmly in place.
“What the hell are you doing out here boy?” The man was recovering quickly, straightening up. He was short, thin, in his sixties, and almost bald. He was wearing striped pyjamas and slippers. He was annoying the hell out of me.
“Where is the phone?” I demanded. “I need the police, now!”
“Calm down, boy, calm down. You’re safe.” He came closer, sat down in his chair. “I don’t have a phone, I use the post office.” I bolted up to find another house but he waved me back down. “Sit still. You need some clothes, and a drink. Then you can tell me what’s happened. You’re safe.” I thought about getting up, then slumped. I was exhausted, physically and mentally. With a nod, the old man stood. “I’m Geoff.”
Geoff left me in the sitting room, and I felt tears of release starting to form. I squeezed them away. Geoff came back into the room holding a mug of tea and a set of pyjamas very similar to the ones he was wearing. “Put these on before you freeze, son.” I stood, then after a moment’s hesitation, shrugged off Alan’s coat. Geoff’s eyes widened slightly, then he handed over the clothes. I felt safer and calmer as soon as I was covered up again. The first sip of tea was delicious, washing away the taste of rubber from my mouth. As I sat savouring the tea, Geoff explained that very few of the houses were occupied, and he was one of the only permanent residents, so it was safer for me to stay here then go outside again.
“Do you know Alan?” I asked.
“Not a name I recognise,” he answered. “Where does he live?”
I began to tell him my story, from meeting Alan to escaping him, only omitting the rimming and other sexual things, which I was far from ready to think about yet. Geoff took it all in without comment, but he looked shocked. When I’d finished, he leaned back in his chair.
“I had no idea this area was hiding such a predator,” he sighed. “I’m ashamed.”
I hung my head, trying not to let his sympathy make me lose control. I felt his hand on my shoulder. “Sleep here. We’ll be up first thing in the morning and I’ll drive you into town, then we’ll get this all straightened out.” I started to protest, but he put a finger to his lips. “There’s nothing we can do until morning, son. Listen, I’ll stay with you.” He reached behind his chair and produced a thick stick that was somewhere between a baseball bat and a walking cane. “Nobody will touch you while you’re in this house.” I thanked him, finally unable to help a tear from rolling down my face, then I curled up in front of the fire and fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.

I had nightmares. Alan was chasing me, clamping hands over my mouth and nose. I screamed but no sound came out. I was unbearably hot. I couldn’t move. I strained and thrashed but the heat only got worse. Finally, my eyes snapped open. I was blind. My breath was moist around my nostrils. I yelled and found I could barely make a sound, my voice croaked uselessly. My body was encased, and I was covered in sweat. I knew I was naked, but I could still feel those fucking cuffs! Then I felt footsteps on the floor near me. And heard Geoff on the phone. Geoff doesn’t have a phone, I thought. I listened.
“... looks like it’s awake. Had to put it in the sleep-sack. It’s all I’ve got left in the house.”
“How long did it take?” Alan. My blood ran cold.
“He got to my place just after 1am. Not bad, considering.”
“Better than the last one – he didn’t even make it out of the door. No, this one’s special.”
“And delicious.” Geoff’s voice had changed, took on a hungry tone. “When he dropped that coat...”
“I know. He didn’t suit body hair.”
“Or clothes.” They shared a laugh.
“Well,” said Alan. I’ll take him from here. Let the others know about tomorrow night. He’ll be done by then.”
“I’ve already sent some photos.”

Alan’s hands grasped my feet and he started to drag me across the floor. I screamed and thrashed but to no avail. What had the old bastard done to my throat? When we got to the front door, Alan lifted me onto one shoulder and carried me. I realised he was in the street. It was morning. This man was carrying me, bound into a rubber sack, down the street in broad daylight. I quailed, realising just how far from safety I was. This was his territory, well and truly.
I began to cry when the hood peeled back to reveal the red and black playroom again. Alan tutted at my reaction, and clamped the rag over my mouth. I kicked and tossed but went under, despairing. When I woke, I was tightly spread-eagled in chains once more, but I was standing on two crates, my legs spread. In the mirror I could see myself. The hair was gone from my head, and a thick gag encircled my mouth. My eyebrows were gone too. I barely recognised myself. I was glistening and smelled sweet – he’d coated me in baby oil. I was so taken aback by my transformation that I didn’t register what was between my legs for a moment or two. Then I saw it – a pole mounted on a platform, with a large, black dildo jutting from the top, pointed directly between my cheeks. My stomach started to pulse with panicked breaths as Alan walked in, still dressed scruffily, still with that smirk on his face. He ran a hand through his beard. “Now you really look the part, son. Daddy is proud of you.” I sobbed in answer. He stepped forward, pulling a bottle of lube from his pocket. He blocked my view but I heard the squelch of him coating the dildo, then he unceremoniously reached up and coated my ass, sliding a finger in for a moment. I tightened up around the finger and he chuckled. “Now, a tight pussy is fine, but we don’t want it too tight. Need to loosen that hole up.” Then he used his legs to push the crates apart slightly. My torso dipped as my legs spread and suddenly the dildo was resting on my ass. He grinned, face inches from my own as he watched the idea dawn on me. I knew what was coming.
He gradually removed the crates, pushing them apart, and as he did so, my own body weight forced the dildo inside of me. With a final kick, the crates skidded away and I was impaled on the black, rubber cock. I wailed with agony, and hoisted myself up using my arms to relieve the pain. I could feel my biceps bulging, then trembling, then they relaxed and the dildo slid into place again. I whimpered and moaned, building up my strength to lift myself clear once more. This time I held out a bit longer, but that seemed to make the pain even worse when I came back down on the dildo. Alan placed a camera on a tripod in front of me.
“Now me and my friends can sit back in our chairs and watch you fuck yourself. You did well to escape as quickly as you did. We use that as a test, to see what standard of boy we’ve found. You scored highly. You’ve made daddy proud.” I screamed at him, feeling some of the power return to my voice, but the gag muffled it. I hoisted once more, but a muscle twitched in my arm and I slammed back in place, grunting. Alan laughed. “Get used to it, son. That was your one and only escape attempt. Next time, you’ll lose more than your eyebrows.” He studied me for a while, and I saw him reach down to fondle his own erection. “You look beautiful like that,” he said, with real sincerity. Then he shut the door. I groaned, sweating and grunting with the effort, knowing that all I was doing was loosening up my asshole like some slutty rent-boy, while the camera captured it all. I stared down the lens, knowing that I was probably making eye contact with sick old fucks like Geoff, jerking off to my struggles. Remembering Geoff, a snippet of their conversation came back to me. “Let the others know about tomorrow night.” What did he have planned? What were they going to do to me?? Keep the comments, PM's and ratings coming, I'm really enjoying the fact that other people are getting off on it too. I'd love to meet my Alan!!