The Preachers Son part 2 going home

Author: spartan
Title: The Preacher's Son, part 2 (going home)
Date: 20 August 2013

On Monday morning Allan let Brian out of his two sleep sacks. After Brian cleaned up and then got dressed in his usual rubber cat suit which he wore around the house, he got breakfast for Allan. Before leaving for work, Allan applied padlocks to the metal collar with attached individual hand cuffs on foot-long chains which Brian wore when doing the house work. Like most couples, the two kissed before Allan left.

Brian kept the house clean, so there wasn’t much house work to do, even after the weekend session. But he needed to get packed for his trip. He would still periodically think back on his upbringing, and all the bad memories that brought back. So his packing took some time, what with all the periodic memory breaks, and he barely got finished before Allan returned home from work.

Allan would be taking Brian to the airport early the next morning, so they needed to get a good night’s sleep. There wasn’t much time after dinner that evening. Each was pre-occupied with their thoughts of the upcoming trip prior to turning in, Brian in his usual sleep sacks. The next morning, Brian cleaned up as usual and fixed breakfast, but this time dressed in the type of clothes he had worn when being raised. The two figured that these would make the best impression on his parents. It had been five years since he had worn such clothes, and he was uncomfortable in them. They brought him a sense of foreboding. At least he still had on his familiar tit clamps underneath the clothes, though not the chastity that he normally wore around the house during the work week.

The airplane flight was uneventful. Dressed like a businessman, he fit in on the airplane flight. He took the bus to the downtown, walked to the bus station and waited for the bus he was to take back to his home town. He noticed that he didn’t fit in with the others at the station, dressed as he was, and they would often stare at him. His sense of foreboding at being back in Tennessee was growing.

Brian got a window seat on the bus and looked out at the country side. It brought back more unpleasant memories. He hated this place. Finally he arrived at his hometown’s bus terminal, and walked, carrying his suitcase, to where his parents lived (he refused to think of it as his “home”). When he rang the doorbell, both his parents were there to greet him.

“Mom! I’ve missed you” said Brian, as he engulfed her in a big hug.

“I’ve missed you too, son.”

Hugging over, he turned to his step-father and stuck out his hand to shake, saying “hello Reverend”.

His step-father took his hand and said, “I’m surprised you came back after you ran away”.

“It was at Allan’s insistence, the man I’m living with. He thought I needed to.”

“Now that you’re here, I’ll show you to your room.”

Brian was a little uncomfortable that his coming to visit was known to his step-father.

When they got to Brian’s former bedroom, he saw a familiar friendly face. “Peter! Good to see you! You’re looking good.” Actually, thought Brian, Peter was looking quite strained, but he didn’t want to say that.

“Brian. It’s good to see you again, too. Welcome back.”

As Peter stepped aside to let Brian into the room and Brian entered, he saw two more familiar faces who had been hidden behind the door, and got a chill up his back. “Josh. John. I didn’t expect to see you two here.”

“Hello, Brian” said Josh with that big wicked smile of his. “I’m glad to see you again. I’m looking forward to your visit.” Both Josh and John were wearing the local police uniforms. Josh had obviously been working out, since his upper body had put on muscle. His uniform looked like it had been molded on him, and the leather jacket he wore over it fit him tightly. The leather of the wide belt holding his gun and handcuffs would creak as he would shift position.

“I don’t understand. Why would you two be here greeting me?”

Peter said, “We think it would be the best thing for you if you were to be cured of your illness. It was something I went through, and I’m now a new man. It was the best thing that could have happened for me.”

“Cured? What do you mean?” Brian was getting somewhat more apprehensive as Josh and John started positioning themselves behind him between him and the door, each holding a coil of rope.

“We both were possessed of the devil when we were growing up. I’ve had those thoughts removed from me. Your letters to your mother and me indicate that you still have them in you. You need to be cured.”

“No! No! I am mmphph” he started to say when a penis gag was suddenly thrust into his mouth. At the same time ropes with loops on the end were put around his wrists and pulled, rendering his hands useless. It happened so fast that Brian wasn’t able to fend off his attackers. The two holding the wrist ropes kept them taut to prevent Brian from using his hands, while his step-father strapped on the penis gag and blindfolded Brian.

“Believe me, Brian, you need this, and it is what is best for you. We discussed it. All of us, including your mother, think that you need to have these deviant thoughts removed from you” went on Peter.

The step-father then started removing Brian’s clothes, sometimes with the assistance of the officer holding his arm. He carefully set the clothes on the bed. When this was done, Josh and John, who were holding the ropes tied to Brian’s wrists started twisting them up behind his back. Higher and higher went his hands until they were placed into a reverse-prayer position behind his neck. Chatlet cuffs were put over Brian’s hands and screwed into place with an allen wrench. A metal collar was produced and placed around Brian’s neck. It was quite tight, but they managed to get it on. A padlock was produced which went through the ring at the back of the metal collar, as well as through an attached ring on the Chatlet cuffs. This kept Brian’s hands effectively attached to the back of his neck.

With Brian secured, his step-father told Josh, “I’m relying on you to cure him.” Then he left the room with Peter.

Josh took a good look at the clamps on Brian’s tits, and started massaging the tits, which were standing out prominently with Brian’s hands behind him, then yanked the clamps off. Brian let out a scream into his gag. Josh pulled out a couple of safety pins, told Brian, “remember these?”, and put them through Brian’s tits. More muffled yelling from Brian. With that wicked smile of his, Josh replaced the tit clamps, took one of Brian’s arms and started leading him down into the basement. John followed.

When there, Josh forced Brian onto the floor and brought out another dried corn cob which he twisted into Brian’s ass, up to his prostate. The effect started getting Brian’s penis to rise. Josh got out some Darby cuffs which he used to cuff Brian’s ankles together. He propped Brian on his knees under a hanging noose and brought out some chains which he wrapped around the Darby cuffs and Brian’s elbows, pulling them toward each other and padlocking the chains when taut. He put the noose around Brian’s neck, pulled it tight, and pulled the other rope end up until his knees were just touching the floor. He tied the other end to the wall, and brought out some ear phones.

“The internet has allowed us to get some more appropriately persuasive means of convincing you of the error of your ways. You must repent, and have your devilish sexual ways purged from your system. I’ll be putting some earphones on you which contain sermons designed for people afflicted with your disease so you can work on ridding your system of it. Your hands are in a prayer position, and I suggest you start doing some prayers to have God help remove these devil’s desires from you. I’m very much looking forward to this!”

Brian then started hearing the familiar voice of a sermon. Josh started working Brian’s tits some more. When this didn’t produce the hoped-for result, Josh started pushing on the corn cob with one hand while massaging Brian’s tits with the other. Finally Josh put a clothes pin on Brian’s nose and started in on the corn cob and tits again. Soon Brian erupted.

Removing the clothes pin, Josh smiled and said, “I thought so. Lots of work needed. I’ll report this to the Reverend” and left with John.

Brian was left, back in the old familiar setting again, but with a few newer, more intense wrinkles. He didn’t have school to provide him with a periodic break. He could only wait for Allan’s arrival and hope that Allan could somehow get him out of this.

The evening passed slowly. Finally Brian heard someone descending the stairs. It was Josh. He removed the head phones and the clamps that were on Brian’s tits, and replaced them with binder clips which had strong springs. Brian started yelling into his gag when that was done. Josh was chuckling when he heard that.

“Brian, I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed playing with you. You are just the perfect guy to have fun with. I knew you’d eventually come back for more, but five years was too long a time for me to have to wait. I was so disappointed when you left. I’ve had to make do with Peter. He doesn’t know that when I heard you were thinking of coming for a visit, I decided to quit touching his prostate and eased up on him, so that it would look like he wasn’t turned on any more. The poor sap doesn’t know that it was me that chose for him not to be excited by bondage so that he thinks he is ‘cured’. I helped him write his letters to you. But now that I’ve succeeded in using him to get you here, I can start having fun again with both of you.

Being a muscular policeman, a lot of women are after me. I’ve tried doing some of this stuff with them, but it’s just not the same. I show them what I do to Peter, and they want nothing to do with anything that intense. You two are still the ones I enjoy the most, and of you two, you’re much the more fun one to play with.”

Then Josh started playing a little tune and moving the binder clips in time to the tune. Brian couldn’t help but yell into his gag with this. Up and down with each syllable he’d move the clips. “Ma-ry had a lit-tle lamb, lit-tle lamb, lit-tle lamb. Ma-ry had a lit-tle lamb whose fleece was white as snow.” And on and on, soon finishing that song and doing another.

Finally tired of his little game, Josh pulled out a clothes pin and again put it on Brian’s nose, cutting off his breathing. He said, “Good night, Brian. See you in the morning.” Then Brian heard the sound of Josh’s leaving the room.

Brian was starting to panic. He couldn’t breathe. He could only last between 1 and 2 minutes without any air. He was starting to shake his head back and forth in an attempt to get the clothes pin off. The effort was causing the noose to tighten, but Brian had to get the clothes pin off. Finally, with a loud laugh, Josh removed it.

“Fooled you, didn’t I? You thought I’d actually left. Well, this time I will leave.”

With that, he put the clothes pin back on and again there was the sound of Josh leaving the room.

Brian didn’t know whether Josh had really left or not. Crazy as Josh was, Brian wasn’t sure whether he really would leave him like this to die. When he was about out of air, he again started shaking his head back and forth in an attempt to get the clothes pin off. The noose started tightening some more. He soon heard Josh laughing again nearby, so knew that he hadn’t left.

Josh was thoroughly enjoying himself. Brian wasn’t. He enjoyed having his breath taken away when Allan did it, but not when Josh did it. Brian was learning about the difference. It wasn’t just the bondage, but also who was doing it and why. It was torture when Josh did it, but not when Allan did it.

Brian was now having a difficult time breathing, clothes pin on or not, what with the tightened noose. Josh noticed that the rope had tightened around Brian’s neck, which made it looser up over the rafter. So Josh pulled it taut and re-tied the other end of the rope, taking up the slack. They both heard steps on the stairs.

“Making any progress?” said Brian’s step-father.

“He’s had too long to get these deviant thoughts in his brain. I think it’s going to take a long time to get them removed. It might take years” said Josh.

“Take as long as you have to. I can’t have any son of mine out in public behaving that way.” With that, Brian’s step-father walked back up the stairs and closed the door.

Josh started laughing. “Hear that? I told him it might take years, and he said to take as long as I want. I am so going to enjoy this. I like that tighter look of the noose on you. Your face is a nice bright red.” With that he replaced the clothes pin and started pushing the corn cob with one hand and massaging Brian’s tits with the other. It didn’t take long for Brian to erupt again. Removing the clothes pin, Josh started humming a tune and massaging Brian’s tits.

A little later, Josh said “Hmm. With the tighter noose, the metal collar has become loose. I think I’d better get a tighter one and replace it.” Josh went away for a few minutes.

When he returned, he brightly said, “I’ve got just the thing. It’s a 5 pound slave collar which is a half-inch tighter and an inch higher. You’re going to love it!”

Brian closed his eyes in anticipation of further misery. He tried to bow his neck, but with the noose pulling his head up it was impossible. Josh removed the padlock which kept Brian’s hands attached to the collar, and removed the collar. With Brian’s wrists locked into the strenuous position, it was impossible for him to move them, so they just stayed where they were without any help from Josh.

Josh placed the heavy tight collar around Brian’s neck, pulling it closed behind. It was obviously a snug fit, but it closed. It needed a larger padlock, which Josh had brought with the collar, and the padlock was quickly snapped shut, through the cuff ring as well. Josh put the key around a key ring he kept in his pocket. He had removed the key to the other padlock.

It felt like Brian’s Adam’s apple was being crushed by this new collar. If done by Allan, Brian would have enjoyed it. But he wasn’t enjoying this situation at all. Josh seemed to sense this, and started stroking Brian’s cheek and saying calming words. Josh got his mouth close to Brian’s ear and said, “I can’t wait to start in on your lover, Allan, when he gets here. Then I’ll have three guys to play with in the coming years.” Seeing Brian tense, he started chuckling.

Brian realized that Allan had no idea that there would be four guys lying in wait for him, waiting to put him into the same kind of extremely stressful bondage that Brian was having to endure. He knew that he could put up with it, with all he’d been put through, but the thought of Allan also being bound, gagged and tortured sent chills into Brian. And he started feeling guilt about Allan having to go through this only because of his love for Brian. That made Brian start to feel responsible for what Allan was going to get.

Josh could see that Brian was starting to have these thoughts. He let Brian think things through for a bit, then started massaging his tits while he was saying things like, “It’s going to be fun doing this to your lover. I wonder how his screams will sound. Does he have a tenor scream? So many of you perverts do. Or does he have a masculine bass or baritone scream? Since he is the dominant one, you’ve probably never heard him scream. You will after he gets here and I start in on him. This is going to be such fun.”

Soon the door to the basement opened and Peter came down with some food and water. “The Reverend says that it’s going to take some time for Brian to be cured. He will need some regular nourishment during the day.” He set the tray down and went back upstairs.

Josh looked at the food. He took the glass of water and emptied it in a nearby wash basin. He brought it over to Brian and held it under his penis. “Before eating you will need to relieve yourself. Go ahead and piss.”

Brian thought that this was the first decent human act that Josh had ever done to him. He went ahead and emptied his bladder. Josh set the glass of piss on the tray of food and brought it over to Brian. Josh said “I’m going to remove your gag to feed you, but you’re not to speak, or you will have to go without food or water for a day. Understood?”

When Brian blinked his eyes indicating a ‘yes’ (he couldn’t speak or nod his head), Josh loosened Brian’s gag and removed it from his mouth. Josh started spooning bits of food into Brian’s mouth for him to chew and swallow. Given his position, it was very hard for Brian to swallow anything, but he was able to get a little food down at a time. Periodically, Josh would get the glass of piss and hold it up for Brian to drink. Josh thought he was pulling one on Brian, not knowing that Brian was used to drinking this. So Josh was chuckling when he was pouring Brian’s drink.

Finally, Brian having eaten as much food as he could, which wasn’t much, Josh re-strapped the penis gag onto Brian’s mouth. Josh got a fork and finished the meal. He didn’t drink any piss from the glass, though. Josh replaced the empty plate on the tray and took it upstairs. He kept the partly filled glass downstairs, saying that Brian hadn’t emptied it, and would probably need more to drink later.

When Josh returned he had put leather gloves on his hands. He placed his right hand over Brian’s mouth while he massaged Brian’s tits with the other. Periodically Josh would pinch Brian’s nostrils with the gloved hand over the mouth, waiting for Brian to try to get some air. By doing it this way, Josh knew that Brian couldn’t tighten the noose any more, since Josh could keep Brian’s head from shaking. Josh figured that the noose was as tight as it was going to be without choking Brian.

The G.O.M. (glove over mouth) went on for an hour or so. Finally someone came down the stairs. It was John, telling Josh that his work shift was over, and that Josh was going to have to start his shift. Josh told Brian, “So long, little buddy. I’ve got to go to work. But I’ll be back to intensify things. You can look forward to that. I know how much you enjoyed it when I pulled your bound hands up behind your back as far as they could go that last weekend. I’ll be doing that again to you, but not yet. I’m leaving that as something for you to look forward to. And your lover will be here in a little over a day to join you in this.” Having said that, he laughed at Brian’s reaction.

Josh put the head phones back onto Brian and left the room. John remained behind, taking a good look at the position Brian was in. He started rubbing Brian’s tits, and yanked at the noose rope. He got a smile on his face, shook his head in wonderment, and left the basement.

Brian was left alone with his thoughts when the sermons allowed him to think. He was worried about what he’d gotten both he and Allan into. And he wondered about Peter, about all that he must have suffered in the last five years at the hands of this sadist. But there wasn’t anything he could do but wait in pain and see what happened.

(to be continued)