Trucking in Bondage final part - the confession

Author: spartan
Title: Trucking in Bondage, final part - the confession
Date: 04 December 2009

Inside the dungeon Gary and Jeff could hear no sounds from outside. If they could they would have heard the phone ring and a message left on the officer's machine from the border patrol agent inquiring about Gary and Jeff. But that message wasn't received until after the officer returned from his day's work.

After he got home the officer called the border patrol agent back and invited the agent over to his house. Then he changed into his dungeon clothes and went to visit Gary and Jeff again. He told them that their friend was coming over for a visit, but he had to do some rearranging in the meantime to increase their discomfort and prepare for the more intense session. He laughed, seeing their reaction to this news.

First the officer released Jeff from the metal wall restraints. Then he led Jeff down the steps he had placed next to the stool, and into the middle of the room, under a chain hanging down from the ceiling. He put on the wide metal collar and locked it in place. He attached the chain to it, and pulled up the chain until Jeff was on the front half of his feet. Then he tied Jeff's ankles and legs together tightly. He attached another chain to the hand cuffs and pulled those up until Jeff was on his tiptoes, bent slightly forward.

All this time Gary was wide-eyed at what was happening to Jeff. Then the officer took the steps over to Gary and repeated the process. This time it was Jeff's turn to be wide-eyed at the position Gary was being put in. After finishing, the officer said that they were now prepared for company and ready for a continuation of their interrogation. He left the room.

When the agent arrived, the officer led him into the dungeon. When the agent saw Gary and Jeff he got a raging hard-on, which the officer couldn't help but notice. So the officer asked the agent if he'd also like to be put into their position, and the agent nodded his head vigorously in the affirmative, his body shaking in anticipation. So the officer, first finding out when the agent needed to be out of there (he had a couple of days off before resuming work), gave the agent a condom to put on. The officer put the agent in the same bondage as Gary and Jeff while saying that neither Gary nor Jeff had yet revealed who the informant was in the border patrol. Both Gary and Jeff were very disappointed that this possible way of escape didn't seem to be working out very well.

By then it was time for the officer to turn in for the night, so he again told them that they would be staying like this over night, and to have sweet dreams. He turned off the lights as he vacated the room. This time there were three of them shooting off during the night.

The next morning went as before, except that there were now three people to attend to. The officer treated the bortder agent the same as Gary and Jeff, no different. The agent didn't seem to mind - he seemed to enjoy it. But before the officer could get started on the questioning, he got a phone call. Gary and Jeff's company had some forms for them to fill out as soon as possible. Since the officer had a printer attached to his computer, he could print out the forms at his home.

The officer put a stool under Gary and attached the rope to it. He disconnected the chain to the cuffs and pulled up the chain attached to the collar until Gary was again on the front half of his feet. The officer went to Jeff, holding the rope attached to the stool, saying that Jeff already knew that he would pull the stool out from under Gary if he would try something. When Jeff nodded in agreement, the officer lowered Jeff down, undid his chains to the cuffs, as well as the cuffs, and handed him a clipboard with the forms and a pen to use in filling them out. Jeff completed his task and had the cuffs put back on. Then the officer repeated the process on Jeff that he did on Gary, and with Gary's assent he had Gary fill out the forms. He placed Gary and Jeff back in their former positions and left the room with the completed forms.

All during this process the agent had wide eyes at what he was seeing. Soon the officer returned in his uniform and told them that there wasn't time for questioning before he had to report for work, that he would take care of sending in the completed forms, and would be back in nine hours. He said that he had a little extra to give them to think about why they needed to confess their role in the hijacking. With that he reattached the tit clamps and wires to Gary and Jeff as they had been the previous day. The agent was spared this.

Gary and Jeff appreciated the company in the basement, but there wasn't much they could do to entertain. But judging by the agent's wide eyes, they'd done enough entertaining already. All they could do was wait painfully for the officer's return and shoot off when they thought about the positions they were in. They also weren't sure whose side the agent was on based on what the officer had said while placing the agent in bondage.

When the officer returned to the room, he was already in his dungeon clothes. He told them that he'd quit fooling around, that he was now going to get serious. He said that he didn't have to work the next day, and was going to take as long as necessary to get them to talk. He yanked off the tit clamps, removed the wires and took out Gary and Jeff's gags. They were both moaning from pain. Then he lowered Jeff down and untied ankles and knees. He said that he had a special room elsewhere for serious torturing, and he would send the sounds back to the dungeon until Gary was willing to confess to their complicity. Then he led Jeff out of the room.

After awhile you could hear the sounds of Jeff yelling, then screaming. The screaming got louder and louder until Gary thought he would go mad. Finally Gary had had enough and yelled out that he was willing to confess to anything the officer wanted him to. Immediately the screams stopped and the officer walked into the dungeon with a tape recorder and told Gary to start talking.

Gary had earlier decided to make up a story to tell the officer, just to stall for time. So he told the lie he'd invented. The officer dutifully took it all down, left the room, and came back with it all typed on an official form for Gary to sign. Gary read it over, the officer released Gary's wrists, and Gary signed it. The officer then re-cuffed Gary, reinserted the gag, reattached Gary to the chains and pulled them up, left the room and brought Jeff back with his gag already reinserted and reattached him to the chains as before. The officer wished them all sweet dreams. The officer had a big smile on his face as he turned off the lights.

The next morning went as before. Then the officer left the house for a couple of hours. When he returned he went up to Gary and angrily said that Gary had told him a big lie. He said that Gary would regret doing that. He removed Gary's gag. The officer took Jeff down out of the restraints and took him out of the room. Soon the yells and screams from Jeff could be heard again. Gary started yelling, "No. No. Stop it."

The officer came back in and asked why he should stop it. Gary tearfully said that they were innocent, that they really had nothing to do with the hijacking. He pleaded with the officer to let them go. The officer said, "O.K. I believe you." He opened the door and Jeff walked in, all restraints off. Gary just stared open-mouthed, as the officer removed his restraints, then those on the border patrol agent. Gary and Jeff stood there looking perplexed, while both the officer and the agent had big smiles on their faces.

Jeff finally asked Gary why he signed the confession. Gary replied that he couldn't stand Jeff's screams from the torture when he was out of the room. Jeff said what torture, that nothing was done to him while he was out of the room. They both looked at the officer, who said all he did was tape the screams from the electro, did some "enhancing" and played them back.

Gary and Jeff then said that they were going to report the officer for the torture he'd done to them. At this point the agent piped up with, "Gary told me at the truck while we were waiting for the officer that, while he enjoyed the bondage, he wished that he could have some torture to go with it to give it some added spice."

"Gary! You never told me that!", said Jeff. Gary started getting red in the face.

"I'm beginning to understand. So, Gary, what else did you tell the border patol agent that I don't know about?", asked Jeff.

The border patrol agent replied, "Gary said that his secret fantasy was to be held captive by a sadistic cop in a dungeon and being tortured to get a confession."

Jeff looked at Gary and said, "I see. I see." Gary started getting redder.

The agent continued, "We have our own confession to make. When I told the officer in the truck that I'd never seen so much bondage gear, he told me that he had a ready-made dungeon full of gear like this. This house had previously been owned by a drug cartel, and is now owned by the state. The state didn't have the money in the budget to remove this well-constructed dungeon, and they didn't want it to fall into the wrong hands, so they provide the house for their officer to live in who is responsible for this area. I told him about Gary's fantasy and we decided to cook up this scheme. We thought it would be a more interesting way for you to pass the time while you waited for your truck to be fixed. There's not a whole lot to do in this area. We couldn't tell you that it was a fake session. We needed you to think that it was really happening."

Gary and Jeff just looked at each other for a moment and started laughing. Pretty soon all four of them were laughing. The officer said that he was an experienced top, but that it was pretty hard to get anyone in this remote area who was interested. He was just happy for the opportunity to try out his dungeon on someone, figuring that with all the bondage experience the two had, that they would prefer things to be pretty severe. He said that it probably wasn't apparent, but there were remote cameras in the dungeon and he was always checking to make sure that their circulation and breathing weren't cut off. Even when he was away on duty, his i-phone was hooked up to the remote camera. He hadn't known about the border patrol agent's interest, and was glad to at least meet one bottom in the area. The border patrol agent said that he was surprised to find someone with such a great dungeon, and was hoping to return periodically. The officer said he was more than welcome to, and that Gary and Jeff were also welcome any time they were in the area.

The officer had gotten a phone call that morning that Gary and Jeff's truck would be ready the next day. They had orders for where they were to pick up their next load. After Gary and Jeff had showered off and eaten a good meal, the officer brought out some new clothes he had gotten for them, which they put on. He had their statements of what actually happened typed on the required forms, and had them sign. He asked whether they'd like to get some rest or see the area, and they both opted for rest. He took them each to a spare bedroom where they quickly fell asleep. The officer and the agent went back into the dungeon.

The next morning the officer took them all to Gary and Jeff's truck. Gary and Jeff transferred their bondage gear back to their hiding place in the truck, and were soon saying their goodbyes.

As they were getting into the truck, Gary said, "That was an experience I'll never forget. Now, whose turn is it?"

Jeff just glowered at him and finally said, "You know full well it's my turn in the back, you bondage pig."

"The problem is that I don't have a driver's license, since that was taken by the hijackers."

"Then I'll have to drive and you owe me. But you just wait until I get you in the back. You'll learn about torture."

With that, Gary had plenty to think about while on the way to pick up their next load. It sounded like he was going to experience a side of Jeff he hadn't known existed.


(Author's note - all characters and scenes in this story are purely fictitious, an invention of my diseased mind. However, if you do know of someone who resembles the officer and his dungeon, please let the author know so he can try to arrange a visit for a few days.)