Payback Is Not Always What You Are Looking For

Author: DallasTopBDSM
Title: Payback Is Not Always What You Are Looking For
Date: 12 December 2008

Payback Is Not Always What You Are Looking For

By Leo Devin

Chapter 1


What are the chances? I saw the car before I saw him. It was on the side of the road with the hood up. This was a car that, a few years ago in high school, every non-jock dreaded seeing. It was Chuck’s, the school bully.

Chuck was on just about every team. All the girls in school dreamed about him. I had dreams too. Some were nightmares, others were wet dreams. Most were dreams about getting even with Chuck, putting him in his place. Chuck had passed me up as one of his victims, maybe due to my size. I was tall but thin and I was always busy trying to act straight and do all the things that “one of the guys” would do. (and I was too much in lust with him.)

Chuck had not changed. He didn’t get his scholarship so he didn’t go to college. He became bitter and would now be voted most likely to commit a hate crime. I was rumored that he may have had a hand in some of the local ‘queer bashings’.

There he was, muscle shirt and jeans, bent over the front fender working on the engine. I had filled out and was not a guy to be picked on. I pulled over to see what was wrong, to see Chuck up close, and maybe help out. What I really had in mind was getting Chuck, one way or another.

As I walked up to the car, a plan had formed in my mind. I would be his best bud and lure him into a scenario that I could take advantage or have the upper hand. I was able to help and he didn’t seem to recognize me. I told him that we had gone to HS together and my name. It didn’t ring any bells for him. I told him I thought he got a raw deal with the scholarship thing and he agreed. He went on and on about it.

I suggested that we head to the local watering hole and have a few beers. Chuck was never one to turn down a beer and a chance to bitch about how he was cheated out of a football career because of a little run in with the cops. He told me he was strapped, but would pay me back later. Once he was drunk, I took his keys and told him I would drive him home. After a little protesting he agreed saying he didn’t want any more trouble from the cops. My guess is that he was on probation of some kind. And couldn’t afford to get pulled over.

Chuck is basically blotto. I have a place in mind, out in the country, that belongs to a ‘friend of the family’ that is very secluded. The only time anyone’s there is in deer season. I was hunting a specific ‘buck’ and no one would be around for months. Half way there, I pull off to the side of the road. Chuck looks around and asks what’s going on. I tell him I have to take a leak and get out of the car. He follows shortly thereafter. He can barely walk now, and since it’s just beginning to get dark, I decide to make my move here.

I open the trunk while he’s pissing and get out a couple of coils of old rope I use to tie down the trunk lid when I am hauling things. I walk up behind Chuck and putting a hand on his shoulder, spin him around. He looses his balance and falls. I quickly flip him on his stomach and straddle him, pinning him to the ground. I wrestle his hands behind his back and get them tied.

Chuck seems to sober up a bit and starts to struggle and yell. I tie his feet together and then to his wrists in a hog tie. I go back to the trunk for a roll of duct tape and tape his mouth shut with a few wraps and blindfold him the same way. I somehow get him in the trunk. It wasn’t easy, the way he’s built and dead weight and all. I get back in the car and head for my spot.

The area is deserted, no one’s around, I unlock and relock the gate as we go into the property and drive on a dirt road to the back. I look for a few trees that are placed just right for spread eagling Chuck. The hunt camp is near so I have access to the gear in it. Plenty of rope, a hoist for field dressing deer, chain and locks to secure equipment and a few other things that may come in handy. (this is a ‘Family’ camp after all. (gay))

I back up to the trees and get Chuck out of the trunk. While his hands are tied, I tie another rope around his neck as a make shift collar. I tie each wrist, separately, to the collar rope so he can’t get away or fight me when I untie the rope holding his wrists together. I undo the rope from his feet to his hands. I get him standing and untie the ropes holding his wrists. He tries to get loose and only chokes himself. I tell him to do what I say or he’ll never see the light of day.

I get each wrist tied to trees and pulled tight. His arms are lifted so that his hands are just above head height and pulled out away from his body. I untie his feet and take off his boots, socks and jeans. Now he’s hanging/standing there in his shirt and shorts. I tie each ankle to the trees and tighten the ropes. He can’t stand flat footed. With a knife, I cut off his shorts and shirt. He has a hard on. Well, it seems Chuck is enjoying himself.

I remove the blindfold tape and when he sees where he is and what kind of predicament he’s in, he starts to thrash and scream at me thru the tape gag. I go to get more stuff. I got some cord, tent stakes, and a pair of dumb bells with removable weights, (the guys like to stay in shape) some clothes pins and I got my camera out of the car.

I wrapped the cord around his balls pulling them tight to the bottom of his sac. I tied the other end to a tent stake and drove it in the ground behind him, tight enough to make him have to stick his ass out. I put clothes pins on his tits and slapped his rigid cock before placing some around the crown of his cock head. I take several pictures. I tell him that I am getting back at him for all the guys he put thru hell in HS.

It’s almost completely dark, the moon won’t be up for awhile. I put a rag blindfold on him and let him hang there. I get a lantern from the camp and get it going. I decide a little target practice would be in order. Luckily the trees are pecan trees and have supplied me with lots of ammunition. I get a slingshot out of the glove box and let him have a few. He can’t tell what I am doing and doesn’t know what or when to expect another hit.

After several minutes of this I get bored. I untie the cord from the stake and re-tie it to one of the weights and let it hang about 5 inches off the ground. I set it swinging. Chuck howls into the gag and tries to cuss me. I tell him it’s no use and he might as well settle down, it’s going to be a long time before, or if he gets loose. I take one of the clothes pins off his tit.

The blood comes rushing back into it making all the nerves come back to life, causing a searing pain in his nipple. I give it a good pinch and he comes unglued making the ball weight swing even more. I reach over and flick the other pin on his nipple. He tries to holler but again, no dice. I remove the pin and pinch that tit. The weight swings more. I take the pins off his cock head one at a time thumping it each time one comes off. I twist the nipples again. I remove the weight from his balls, leaving the cord and wrapping on his balls.

I decide to re-tie him in another position. Without giving him a chance to escape, I tie his ankles together and his wrists together and then tie his wrist to his ankles in front leaving his ass exposed. I get the hoist and connect it to the branch the guys use to gut the deer they shoot. I tie his ankles/wrists to the hoist and lift him off the ground so his ass is at the right height for plowing. I get a short chain and a lock from the camp and lock the chain around his neck.

Now he has a permanent collar and leash that he can’t remove. I spit on his hole and in my hand and lube myself. I press the head of my cock against his hole and grabbing him by the hips, slowly pull him onto me. I am glad the gag is working as well as it is. Slowly, his howls become yelps, then moans. I see by the light of the lantern that his cock is oozing pre-cum.

I can tell the moans have change to pleasure moans. I ram him harder and harder, finally cuming inside him. I reach between his legs and stoke his cock. Chuck tries to pump my hand. I let him and he cums all over his belly. Flash, I take another couple of pics. I take off my belt and beat his ass till he is sobbing. I tell him that if he wants to avoid any more whippings, not to cum again. I lower him just enough that his back is touching the ground. I take the blindfold off and piss in his face.

I lower the hoist enough to drag him to the trunk of the tree and lock his leash chain to the tree. I untie him, I get more chain and cut it into cuff lengths and put one on each wrist and ankle, and lock his wrist together behind his back. I tell him to be a good boy and I’ll be back tomorrow to check on him. I blindfold him with tape before I leave.

I return about an hour later with a few toys. Near the camp shack, there is a 4 foot section of metal fence used to tie up horses to. It was just the right height to bend Chuck over, leaving his feet barely touching the ground. I moved him from the tree to the rail and chained him, bent over wrists to ankles. I got my toy bag from the car and pulled out a butt plug and shoved it in his ass. I replaced the clothes pins on his tits and tied the cord on his balls to the bottom rail of the fence section. I took more pics.

I started playing with his now hard again cock. I could tell he was about to cum and I reminded him of what would happen if he did. It sounded like ‘I can’t stop it’ and I stopped stroking him. Instead, I checked to see if he was ticklish, and he was, very. I tickled him unmercifully. He would buck and the yelp because his manhood was still tied to the bottom rail and each move he made, he tortured himself.

I was getting off to this so I took the plug out and I re-entered him, pounding his ass till I was about to cum and I reached around and removed both the pins from his tits. He bucked so hard that I came in him again. I needed a rest so I went in the shack and laid down on a cot where I could watch the great looking SOB struggle on the horse rail. I dozed off and woke about an hour later.

Oddly enough, so had Chuck. I walked up to him slowly and slapped his, still red from the whipping, ass. He woke with a jump and pulled his balls which made him jump again. I took him off the rail and chained him spread eagle to 4 trees. I told him to get as much rest as he could. I went back to my cot and slept the rest of the night.

Morning came and chuck was still where I left him, and hard. I took another pic and woke him up by playing with his cock with just my finger. He’s still blindfolded so he doesn’t know if it’s me or a wild animal (no puns). I can tell he’s awake but he’s not moving much. I finally say morning and he visibly relaxes.

I stroke him till he is squirming, trying not to cum. I don’t stop and he holds out for a really long time, but eventually shoots his load into the air. This gets him moved back to the rail and whipped till he cries. I ask him if he’s going to be a good boy and he nods yes. I remove the tape blindfold and get him off of the rail. I tell him I am going to remove the gag and he’s going to blow me.

warn him that if he bites or hurts me in any way, I’ll cut off his balls and feed them to him. I asked him if he understood and he nodded yes. I locked his wrist together behind his back and locked his ankles to each other. I took off the tape, I put the camera on the hood of the car, focused it , set the timer, and made him kneel and blow me. The camera got the pic just as he was pulling back the 2nd time.

He had no trouble and was very, very good at it. After I came in him, I held his head to my crotch till he was desperate for air, then pulled out. I asked him if he a done this before and he replied with a ‘SIR, YES SIR’. So I had discovered that he was into this and had obviously had some experience with bondage.

I asked him if he liked being a slave and he again answered ‘SIR, YES SIR’. I walked him over to a small tree, backed him up to it, and relocked his wrists together over his head and behind the trunk. I relocked his ankles behind the tree as well, making him off balance. I drove a nail in the tree just below the wrist chains so he couldn’t slide down the trunk to a sitting position. I twisted the nipples again and started to stroke his cock again.

He was begging me to stop, telling me he was close and he was so horny that he wouldn’t be able to keep from cuming. I stopped and he ‘SIR THANK YOU SIR’ed me. I told him to think about becoming my permanent slave while he hung there for the next few hours or so. I added weights to his balls and left for awhile.

When I returned, I unlocked his feet, then his wrists. Chuck practically fell into my arms. I helped him into the shack and laid him on a cot and started to remove the collar chain. He placed his hand on mine, gently shook his head no, and with his other hand, reached up to me and said, “I am your property, Sir”

That’s all for now