buyer beware 2

Author: catdude
Title: buyer beware 2
Date: 11 January 2006

hey guys soooooo sorry this took so long to write, i swear you won't have to wait as long for part three, part one is located all the way back in aug-jully i think :oops: anyway a hot top emailed me and started to threaten me if i didn't finish the story, and waddya know 8 pages in 4 hours :roll: enjoy, part three reeeeeeeeeeeeally soon, and if you think you know whats gonna happen, trust me, you have no idea.

I sighed and tried to wiggle a little, whoever had built the box had neglected to pad the bench, then again I suppose it probably hadn’t been unintentional at all. I have no idea how long I had been here, the slight horniness I had experienced from being manhandled was now gone, I was sweating in the rubbers like mad, I wanted to get the mask of and I definitely wished to find who had designed this damn bench seat and have a quiet word with him, preferably with a bat. While I fantasized about slamming a bat against the dudes ass while he was plugged to let him know precisely how uncomfy this was, I watched what was going on around me, the boxes where all full now, so I was guessing we had to start soonish, the majority of people worn standard full head hoods, either rubber or leather, some with blindfolds, some without, everyone was gagged, either that of staying quiet. The band was fully set up now and running through a few songs, one small grace is that they weren’t playing 60’s or 70’s crap, that would have been true torture, locked in a box unable to escape that. When the slave for the box marked fido was placed in his box he had a dog hood on, also a small tail stuck out the back of his suit, I wondered if his bench had been designed to accommodate that. The slave two boxes to my left had been put in wearing only a leather g-string and chaps, and only had black duct tape over his mouth, however he wasn’t taking this lightly, he was shaking his head and working his jaw furiously trying to get he tape off, this was rather stupid since each of us had a remote next to our heads, obviously we all had the shock rings round our cock and balls. So all he was managing to do was to encourage guys to make use of his, and this seemed to only make him more determined to get out. I sighed and hoped this all started soon. I went back to my daydream while the dude a few boxes down let out another muffled scream as someone grabbed his remote and shocked him again.

If I had to guess I would say about half a hour later tops began to arrive, some walked straight past us others glanced at us and one particularly nasty individual picked up each of our remotes as he walked past and shocked us, again after having a taste of the current that damn ring puts through my genitals I am more determined that ever to just behave and be good. Soon the room is full of hot leather tops, there is a few skinhead tops wondering around, and one unique individual who put me in the mind of nurse betty meets santa, I put up a little prayer that that wasn’t Josh, my apparent top for the evening. Pretty soon there was a full on party going, I was a little worried about the number of tops heading to the bar since drunk tops and electric shock rings do not really make for a happy combo. Soon enough a hot leather top bounded up onto stage and grabbed the mic as the band finished a song, ‘all right all your kinky fuckers, lets get this party started, as you will all have noticed when you arrived, some tops have kindly donated their lads to provide us with some amusement, if everyone will go collect their property and have them line up at the front of the stage here we can begin the fun.’ I watched as a group of tops detached themselves from the crowd and headed towards us, a guy stopped in front of me and started to unlock the padlock, this must be josh, he was fairly hot, prob early 30’s not a bad bod from the looks of things, short haircut and managed to carry himself in his leathers well. He opened the front of the box and squatted down and put a clip around the end of the catheter tube and undid my hands from the manacles, he clicked his fingers and made an up motion and I quickly sprang to my feet, not even bothering to try and take the mask off, no point risking another shock. I followed behind him, from the sounds of things the unwilling slave had to be shocked a few times before he behaved himself and followed his top out to the front of the stage. Josh arrived and turned and stood facing the crowd, I quickly knelt in front of him facing the crowd and heard him make a noise of approval. When the last slave and master had arranged themselves at the end I heard the top MC yell out “let the gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaames begin!!” oh joy.

The games where both amusing and exhausting, there where three dogslaves in the group, they all had their ankles strapped to their calves to make them stay on all fours and then where led over to a area where a small obstacle course set up similar to the ones you see in real dog shows. The poor guys where run through the course with the tops running along beside them zapping them to encourage them along. The next game was like a game of spin the bottle, except the remotes where all placed in a circle and we all had to stand on the stage, they where all mixed up so we had no idea which one was actually ours, I vaguely recalled there was a number on the bottom f each remote, but we couldn’t see it from up on the stage. A top would walk into the centre of the circle every now and again and he was aloud to spin a bottle whichever remote the bottle neck ended up pointing at he picked up and then we all waited nervously to see which one of us was unlucky enough to have been chosen, it was generally fairly easy to tell who’s remote had been chosen, and the rest of us got to relax slightly and watch the poor victim squirm on the ground. Individual tops also played with their bottoms, one top kept feeding his boi beer after beer and kept his catheter clamped, then unclipped it caught all the drained piss in a glass and promptly fed it back to the boi. One top came up collected his lad and dragged him into the toilets, I later learnt he had been tied down in the urinal. The remote placed on a shelf nearby so that tops could watch him squirm as his balls where shocked while they pissed on him.

I noticed as the games progressed that the dude in just chaps with duct tape over his mouth was becoming more and more agitated. I also noticed that his top was a really young guy, he was also fucking hot, he couldn’t have been much older then 20 and was dressed in leather jeans, black biker boots and a leather vest, he had brown hair and later on in the night when I happened to pas shim by bright green eyes flashed out from under his eyelashes. His vest moved aside every now and again to reveal that he had a tattoo above his right pec that said ‘pray’. From the way he laughed at his lad being tortured it was probably a warning. If only more tops came with warning labels, or someone had thought to stick a sign over mirrors saying remember to take off your gag before placing gasmask on to avoid being mistaken for someone else. As I stood pondering this deep and meaningful revelation I felt someone grab me and I was dragged over near the bar where I saw most of the other bottoms where already standing. The dogs appeared to have been all chained up over in another area, something was being done to them but I couldn’t see what, I very much doubted that they where being pampered somehow. the difficult slave had had chains added to his wrists and ankles and was lying on the bar, guys where doing jello shots off him and zapping him when he tried to struggle away. I saw one guy dump a shot over the dudes left nipple cover the whole area with his mouth and started to suck and bite, long after the shot had no doubt started its journey to assault his liver and motor functions, I winced in sympathy but a treacherous thought of ‘better him then me’ flashed through my mind.

My attention was quickly brought back to the present by Josh shouting in my ear, it was a little hard to understand him with the gasmask on and the music and crowd in the background. I got the basic gist of things tho, I was to carry a tray of drink around, the tray had a short chain ending in a manacle on it which was attached to my wrist, just below the buckles and locks of the fist mitts. I managed to get a good grip on the tray with my two mitted hands. I noticed a lot of the other slaves had been put in fist mitts or gloves that made holding the trays very difficult. With a yell of ‘drop they tray and you will wish you hadn’t been born’ in my ear Josh set off towards the dog area. The bar guys had us line up and started to pile drinks onto out trays, I can’t say I was thrilled at the idea of passing out free booze to a crowd that had the potential to send a considerable amount of voltage through my groin. Drunk people have a very odd sense of humour. Plus the trays where made of heavy metal and already fairly heavy before the drinks where put on them. I did send up a prayer of thanks when I saw the look in the eyes of a slave wearing a piss gag, he was looking down as his tray of drink and probably thinking that one way or another he was probably going to end up drinking most of this, if not from the bottom then through a ‘straw’.

Moving through the crowd with the heavy trays of drinks was a nightmare. Of course no one moved aside for us, why would they? I was having enough trouble holding my tray as it was cause my hands where sweating badly under all the rubber along with the rest of my body, I could feel sweat pooling in the feet of my catsuit. Being constantly bumped or someone unexpectedly taking a bottle off the tray or dumping an empty bottle back on meant that I had to devote my full attention to moving carefully and concentrate on holding the tray. If you think this was a easy task remember that at any point we could receive a very painful shock to our nuts, tho the few jolts I did receive where a lot less sever then the previous ones, obviously they where giving us a little bit of slack. And that most of us had appendages that ended in the equivalent of flippers. I thought back to childhood watching the penguin waiters in Mary Poppins, carrying trays around, little fuckers made it look easy. I was also having trouble seeing since sweat kept getting in my eyes, stinging like all hell and making my vision blurry. I did get to see perfectly what happened to a lad who dropped his tray, not sure how it happened but he was immediately dragged up to the stage where a nasty set up had been erected without my notice. I had been to busy concentrating on my tray, and was now grateful for it. The boys legs where tied to the top of a box about a foot and a half high, then a metal plate with a wire that ran to the base of the box was taped to his chest, and then another box placed underneath his chest, this one was a tad shorter then the other box, his hands where then cuffed to a chin up bar suspended from a A-frame. Basically he was lying with his stomach resting on one box and his feet on the other and his hands raised slightly, it didn’t look all that bad, but for some reason he seemed desperate to keep himself from lying on the box using the chin up bar to keep his chest raised above the box, that position looked agonizing. It wasn’t until the MC announced that the plate attached to his chest completed a circuit whenever it touched the box under his chest thus zapping his balls that his determination to stay off it began to make sense, and made me more determined that ever not to drop my tray since whoever next dropped their tray would replace him, or if no one did for 20mins he would be let out.

I developed a route, I headed straight from the bar to the other side of the room, then back again, turning back earlier if my tray was emptied or filled up with empty bottles, I didn’t stop since stationary lads with empty trays made good targets for tops looking to zap someone’s nuts. A well known mythological figure is condemned to a eternity of pushing a rock up a hill only for it to roll to the bottom again, so he has to push it back up, frankly he got off easy in my opinion. He should try making his way through a crowd of people jostling him while trying to hold a heavy tray, covered head to toe in rubber, sweat building up under it all, a buttplug up his ass making itself well known with every step, blurred vision and occasional surprised shocks to his cock and balls. I was dedicating all my attention to getting from the bar and back again without dropping anything, but I did notice a few things. The first was the top from earlier in the night, he seemed to have his own little personal circle, he was smiling and chatting to others but no one seemed to want to get to close to him, if he was aware of this it didn’t show cause he was flashing his white teethed grin all around. I went to make use of this absence of people around him one time and very nearly paid dearly for it, as I passed beside him he turned his head, which is when I caught a glimpse of his green eyes. At the same time I felt someone kick me in the ankle of the foot I had just lifted to take a step, causing it to hook around my other ankle and me to very nearly loose my balance and fall flat on my face, I managed to get my foot unhooked and quickly bent my knee, landing heavily on the other, and knowing there would be a bruise there later, thankfully my tray was mercifully still firmly in my hands a few bottles seemed to have it out for me as they wobbled ominously but the others obviously talked them into playing nice and not having me tortured, as they settled back into position. A few people had noticed this one or two laughed in a nervous manner the rest seemed to be more interested in what he would do next I to was under the impression that I would receive a boot in the butt to finish off the forward momentum I had so luckily halted, instead a hand hooked under my armpit and he pulled me back to my feet. I glanced at his face, it was devastatingly handsome, I felt my knees go week again, there was a somewhat calculating look in his eyes that made me feel like I was about to have a price tag stuck on me. Hopefully it wouldn’t say 50% off. He then flashed me a grin and gave me a pat on the butt to send me on my way. I made a note NOT to head anywhere near him again for the rest of the night, even if he didn’t try and trip me, another glance from those eyes may be enough to make my legs go out from under me.

The other thing I noticed from my wonderings was the dog pen. All the dog slaves had been put in a small fenced area, there seemed to be carpeting on the floor, which no doubt would have been a blessing for them even tho they all wore knee pads, the seemed to be happily scampering around the area, there where a few chew toys and some balls in the area, the slaves where basically acting like real dogs would if let off their leashes in a area full of toys and happily scampering around, I envied them for a few secs until I noticed something, if any of them stopped for more then a few seconds there where a few guys around the edge of the pen sitting on chairs happily chatting and drinking, if they saw a stationary mutt they lifted the remote and zapped the unfortunate pooch, and unlike us I doubted that their shock rings had been set to a lower setting. Basically they had to keep moving and playing and romping around never stopping acting like they had the energy of real dogs, now crawling around on your hands and knees with your ankles strapped to your calves is not a easy task, and being forced to keep this apparent happy scamper going would be as exhausting as us having to carry these damn trays around. It also seemed that if a dog played with one toy to long or didn’t make contact with a ball for more then a few minutes they also received a shock, the balls themselves seemed to be bouncy rubber and rolled away at the lightest of touches. I began to wonder if maybe I had ended up with the easy end of the deal.

Just as it seemed like my arms would turn to jelly and I would not be able to keep my tray up and loose all the drinks on it and thus be forced to use my already spent arms to keep my already aching nuts from being zapped, the party ended. I gratefully sank to the floor leaning my back against the bar where I had just arrived to receive another load of drinks. I had no idea how long had passed, to me it had seemed like I had been forcing my unsteady legs to carry me through the crowd I couldn’t see properly carrying what felt like a armful of lead in front of me for a week, tho chances where it was probably a lot less then that. I was hot and more then a little sweaty and dieing of thirst. Josh came up to me and squatted down next to me, if had zapped my balls I swear I would have kicked him right in the head, I was sick of playing nice, I wanted out. Instead he patted my head, ‘hey buddy, I’m so proud of you Trev, you did an awesome job, hope your not to pissed at me for making you come to the party, I know I promised I wouldn’t but they where short a lad and asked me if I could bring you. Anyway you will need a drink so lets get that mask off you.’ He reached into his jeans and pulled out a key he used to unbuckle the fist mitts off me and handed me the key for the collar while he stood up and turned to the bar guys to ask for a drink, I was nearly pissing myself with excitement and fumbling with the lock on the back of the collar afraid he would turn around and change his mind, after what seemed like forever I got the collar off and nearly ripped the mask off my head, I didn’t care if I destroyed it I just wanted it off, thankfully it was thick rubber and bore my frenzied actions easily I sighed with relief as cool cool air hit me in the face, I rubbed the sweat out of my eyes and reached back and again not careing if I destroyed the damn thing ripped open the buckle of the gag and pulled it off and took a deep breath of air through my mouth. I rubbed my hair back, it was probably wet with sweat but I couldn’t tell with the gloves on. I stood up and tapped josh on the shoulder, and prayed he didn’t have any pre-existing heart conditions.

Josh tuned and looked at me as if waiting to see why someone had tapped him on the shoulder, I held up the mask and grinned, he glanced back at the floor then back up with eyes almost perfectly round in amazement as the penny dropped. The look on his face almost made the whole night bearable, almost.

After a quick explanation, and me promising I wasn’t going to head to the police, and that I hadn’t done anything to Trevor he relaxed. I managed a grin and he suddenly realized that I had gone through all this all night and burst out laughing, at that point I wished I had a remote for a shock ring around his nuts. We walked out to his car with him still laughing and apologising, I would have liked to have completely gotten out of the gear but josh told me I would have to get changed at home cause he had not brought the key for the lock holding me in the catsuit as he had not intended to take it off Trevor till they got home. I was carrying the mask in my hand and it slipped out from between my weary fingers, I groaned as I bent down to pick it up and felt the plug move inside me, couldn’t wait for that to come out either! As I glanced up I saw that the hot top with the unwilling boy was standing near the entrance talking to a muscular figure I identified as Bret, they seemed to be looking in my direction. In other circumstances I may have been happy to be the attention of two hot guy, however all I was concerned about at the moment was getting my hands on the key to get me out of this suit so I straightened up and headed towards Josh standing beside his jeep. As I climbed in I looked around and thought this was probably the only time that me wondering through a car park in a skintight rubber catsuit and 20hole boots with a gasmask and gag dangling from my hand would not draw a lot of attention.

On the trip to his house Josh got me to tell him over and over about how I had been snagged from the back of the shop by a mystery assailant who I learnt was named Damian me and laughed as I told him about my few attempts to get the mask off. “Well mike, Trevor will probably thank you, he made me swear I wouldn’t make him participate in that party.” Yep that’s me folks, do’er of good deeds, I noticed that the clock on the dash said it was 1:30 in the morning, It had been about 2 when I went into the shops, I had been like this for nearly 12 hours.

We pulled up out the front of a house which was obviously Josh’s place, and sitting on the doorstep was none other the Trevor who’s life I had accidentally pinched for a while, his eyes went huge when he saw me and a quick explanation cleared everything up. There was a quick phone call to Damian and a lot of laughing, none of wich I participated in. josh handed me the key to the suit and the bag which had all my clothes in it, it seemed like a eternity since I had been stripped down and encased in rubber. He also handed me a small bottle and told me I had to soak my rubber encased cock in a bucket of warm water which I was to tip this into which should make it brittle enough to crack off in about half a hour. Trevor came into the bathroom while I was squatting over the bucket of water with my rubber sphere soaking in it, I was naked and enjoying the feel of it. We chatted for a while and he got me to tell him all about the night, none of this was his fault so I really didn’t mind that he laughed, plus he was hot. He had taken off his shirt saying that he felt hot cause the hot water had steamed the room up, a likely excuse. While we chatted he casually moved closer and when my watch beeped to tell me that it had been half an hour and I stood up he offered to help me get the sphere off. The rubber had indeed gone very brittle a sharp tap with bottle of some various bathroom chemical was enough to crack it, as he helped me get the rest the rubber off his hands seemed to be on my cock more then the rubber, and since it was finally free and being stimulated my cock rose to attention and Trevor nodded in appreciation. ‘Fuck you will need to get soft to get that cockring off.’ I smiled back at him, ‘yea I usually start to go soft after I cum.’ He grinned at me and I leaned back against a counter and groaned in pleasure as I felt his warm mouth close over my poor cock which had suffered a terrible evening. I would like to say it was a long erotic scene with our bodies withering against each other. Unfortunately I was horny as all fuck, and he was a good cock sucker, no more then 5 mins later he was wiping his mouth and I was starting to droop. After I slipped the cursed ring off and considered that I would very much like a chance to cram it up the ass of the old fart who had slipped it around me in the first place Trev suddenly pulled me towards the shower. NOW I can describe a scene of two bodies rubbing against each other while steam whirled making exotic patterns in the air also heavy with lust. Trev soaped me down and moved behind me rubbed me gently on the back and pressed himself against me to reach around to soap up my chest, I leaned my head back and found his mouth waiting for mine and I turned to face him and he drew me into a hot embrace and we stood like that for a while with the warm water showering over us while we kissed and his tongue battled against mine for territory in the others mouth. His stiff manhood pressed up against my nude crotch, I slipped I a soapy hand between us and rubbed his cock while I felt my own spent member begin to rise up again gradually running up the inside of his leg. He eventually shuddered gasped pulled me tight against him and came, the hot sticky liquid trapped in the gap between our bodies. We laughed rinsed off kissed and then hopped out of the shower, when we had finished towling ourselves dry neither of us made any move to dress, I was ready for bed, it was after 2 in the morning and I was exhausted, and had no desire to sleep in jeans (Josh had already told me I was staying the night and Trev could drop me off tomorrow when he went to let the top in who was coming in to pick up his rubber lad from the cage in the front of the store.) It seemed like a year ago since I had stood watching that helpless lad, clueless that I myself was about to be made just as helpless if not more so. We slipped into bed together and Trev snuggled up behind me as I lay on my side, my eyes grew heavy and I simply drifted off to sleep, it had been one VERY long day.

Surprisingly I was up by about 8 in the morning the next day, which is surprising since not only do I like to sleep in on Saturdays but considering what I had been through the night before I figured I was going to need at least three days sleep to get over. However with a little less then six hours sleep under my belt I felt fine. I got up and pulled on my jeans and shirt that where near the bed, I pulled my boots on and headed into the kitchen. Josh was sitting at the table while Trev was cooking eggs and bacon, he was in the cat suit I had been trapped in last night, with a apron over the top to protect it form grease splatter, I sat down as they both said good morning then Josh continued talking, he was obviously telling Trev about some of the people they must both know who where at the party, “so Jon was there with Andrew, those poor guys where as exhausted as everyone else after running round in the pen all night, Joe was meant to have Pete with him, but he was sick which is why they asked me to bring you, lucky Mike rocked up and did your job for you, oh and of course Tommy turned up with some straight lad.” The way he said this last part caught my attention which had previously been attuned to focusing on how cute Trev’s butt looking in the catsuit, Trev also turned round, “oh what, don’t tell me he’s been pushing everyone around again?” Josh nodded, the expression on his face suggested that he had swallowed something unpleasant. My curiosity had been piqued so I voiced the obvious question, “who is Tommy?” Josh glanced over at me realizing I probably had no idea who they where talking about, “he’s the guy who rocked up with the slave in the chaps and tape over his mouth, probably not even a slave, probably not even gay. Tommy has an odd sense of humour sometimes.” My mind immediately threw up a picture of a set of green eyes above an almost angelic smile, and my cock stirred slightly in my jeans, I deffo wanted to know more about him but I sensed that expressing interest would not be the way to go about it, so I pretended for casual curiosity, “so why do you guys put up with him? He looked fairly young to me.” At this Josh gave a snort “yea he is young, only about 20, thing is tho, he is connected.” The way he said it gave me the impression he meant he could do more then make sure you got a discount at certain stores. My suspicions where confirmed as Josh continued talking, “had two older brothers who where running the operations, both of them got taken out in a police shoot out last year during a drug bust. Everyone thought Tommy wouldn’t be able to cut it, turns out everyone was wrong. He may look all cute and innocent with that big smile of his but he is one dangerous customer. He is ruthless and determined, if he is crossed he doesn’t just take out the person who crossed him, he also takes out the guys friends, and family. Also, has a thing for young cute gays, every now and again a guy will go missing and rock up a few days later, fairly worse for wear, nothing serious, no broken bones or anything. We all know it’s him but the guys are too scared to speak up and the police can’t touch him.’ Suddenly I was feeling that maybe those piercing dark eyes where not as hot as previously thought, it’s all very well to have the smile and face of an angle, but when demons dance in the depths of your eyes, it’s a whole different kettle of fish. For some reason tho whenever I thought back to him looking at me my cock stirred in my jeans, as always a guys cock doesn’t care how smart it is to be attracted to someone, only how hot the person is. I tried to put it out of my mind as I ate breakfast and soon had forgotten about it because I had not realized I was so damn hungry.

Trev parked out the front of the store, ‘we don’t open till 6pm on weekends, but that dudes top is gonna be here soon, actually I think I see him up there now, keep in touch ok?’ I said I would and hopped out and headed down the ramp to the car park while Trev hurried up to the entrance of the store to let the top in to retrieve his lad. He had been told by Josh to get it done quick and get back cause he had a whole day of missed rubber encasement to make up for. He was still in the catsuit under his normal clothes, if you looked close you could see some of it poking out just above the collar of his polo shirt. I strolled down the ramp to the car park which was empty except for my car. All the lights in the car park where off, I assumed because the store was closed, thankfully I had parked not to far from the ramp which enough light came down to allow me to find the keyhole in the door, I opened the door and hopped in throwing a small bag containing my gasmask and gag onto the passenger seat, as I did so I noticed a envelope on the seat, I was sure I hadn’t left one on the seat, then I realized I had left my keys and wallet yesterday when being kidnapped, Damien had come around earlier in the morning to drop them off, Trev had probably written a note telling me where to contact him when I came back for my car. I opened the letter but instead of some angry or curious note from Trev telling me to contact him for my wallet back there was just four words in big thick lettering. ‘DEEP BREATHES NOW SLUT’ I was just thinking that sounded a little cryptic for a note telling me where to find my wallet when a arm came round the headrest and clamped a cloth over my mouth and nose, I gasped in shock and immediately smelt something sweet, that’s about all I remember, after that its just darkness. as always tips suggestions compliments or more threats can be mailed to catdude18@yahoo.com :D