no good deed goes unpunished part 2

Author: catdude
Title: no good deed goes unpunished. part 2
Date: 13 April 2006

The gentleman walked through the corridor of his office, he smiled at men and women as he passed and they smiled back. On the drive home he hummed a little tune to himself. He drove an old Chrysler with tailfins. His garage also housed BWM’s and other expensive cars, but the old cars held a certain charm that could not be ignored. They spoke of a time when it wasn’t speed and gadgets that mattered, but reliability and building something that would last a lifetime. He pulled up at the gatehouse and nodded to the guard on duty who returned the nod and waved him through. He continued to drive along into a nice neighbourhood; large sprawling houses lined the road on either side. Massive oaks where also present along the streets, all power and phone lines and other such eyesores where buried underground and carefully out of reach of the mighty trees ever curious roots. He pulled into a driveway in front of a very impressive house. He waved to the neighbour out pruning her rosebush by her steps and she smiled a lovely smile, no doubt it had cost her husband a lot of money, but the effect was pleasant to look at. He whistled a little tune as he strode into his house. He loosened the tie around his neck walked into a library and over to a shelf that looked just like all the others around it, until he pushed it and it swung inwards, he strolled through the previously concealed door, and into another world.

Richard approached the table, on it laid a bound figure; a leather straight jacket encased the upper torso in an inescapable hug. The victim had a spreader bar at the knees and another at the ankle. He was in rubber shorts with his penis and balls exposed, his cock was cathetered and the tube ran to a bag tapped on his leg. The ankle restraints that the spreader bar at his ankles was connected to also had chains connecting them to the sides of the table which had slightly raised edges; in short the lad was going nowhere. From the nose up his face was free, from the nose down there was a half mask strapped over his face, a tube was running into the center of it and disappeared under the table Richard knew it was connected to a bottle full of a very rich protein and vitamin mixture as well as a few other chemical cocktails to produce something that was basically a complete liquid diet. He also knew the taste was not fantastic. As soon as the figure on the table caught site of Richard he began to moan and grunt very loudly through his gag, it was clear he was not asking for directions to the bus stop. He also started to struggle, it was an impressive site, he bucked his hips and did half sit ups before collapsing back with a frustrated grunt and tried desperately to close his legs. Richard watched this with a amused look on his face for a little while and then walked over and firmly pushed the lad down on the table. The boy looked up and there was no mistaking the fear in his eyes. Richard smoothed his now sweat soaked hair off the boys’ forehead as he spoke. “Well Peter it looks like your still full of beans, ready for your milking?” the boy immediately began to grunt and whine through the gag and shook his head fiercely from side to side. Richard raised an eyebrow and frowned in confusion, “No? But Peter, we chatted about this remember? I asked you online what you wanted and you said to be fed a cup of cum. Now I do remember I made it very clear that I do not participate in unsafe sex my dear boy. So that means you will have to supply that, and I am a man of my word Peter, I promised you a scene of your choice and so I will provide one. Now let’s see how your doing here.” With those words he walked over to a small bar fridge on the wall he pulled out a glass jar about the size of a large cylinder shaped glass and swirled the contents, thick and viscose, the contents where impossible to mistake for anything else except semen. Richard knew it was mixed well with a preserving agent to keep it from congealing and going off. He spoke as he swirled the contents on the glass in front of the boy’s eyes, the boy was not moving now his eyes never left the container in Richards’ hand. “Well this isn’t bad for three days effort, another day or two and you should have enough for a cup, then a quick swig and my obligation to you should be fulfilled. Well no point wasting time.” He bent down and connected the valve at the top of the jar to an output on a machine resting under the table. This seemed to snap the boy out of his trance because he once again began to whine into the gag and buck around on the table. Richard ignored his muffled pleas as he slipped the catheter out of the boy’s penis and discarded it. He made a very great show of lubing the inside of a cylinder attached to a tube that led to the machine. He activated the machine and a soft sucking noise filled the room, he lowered the devise onto the boys’ flaccid penis, allowing the tube to suck the cock in and then pulling it off till this motion caused the penis to grow. The boy groaned with misery and lust as Richard finally slid the entire cylinder onto the boys cock. While the boy continued to moan as the devious machine did its job Richard walked back to the fridge and pulled out a syringe in the fridge, the syringe was fat and did not have a needle on the end and was full of a liquid. He walked back over to the table. Peter’s eyes following his movement, but was obviously unable to do anything about what happened next. Richard removed the tube from the boy’s gag and inserted the end of the syringe into the hole, and slowly pushed the plunger down. Peter had no choice but to swallow. The liquid contained Sildenafil, which was an active ingredient in Viagra. The dosage was sufficient to ensure the boys cock stayed hard for at least the next 8-9 hours. Richard then walked over to the door leading to another area of his hidden dungeon. When he did eventually free Peter and send him on his way he knew the boy would be a lot more careful in the future about what he asked for.

When Richard entered my room he was wearing leather jeans and a tight leather shirt. He had a good body and obviously worked hard to keep it like that. I wasn’t going anywhere fast, I was strapped into a bondage chair. I am not sure exactly how long I had been out or even how long it had been since I woke up like this. I had peed once, there was a bucket resting below my penis obviously for this purpose. I tried to shift in the chair but that was impossible. A fat strap ran around my forehead pulling my head firmly back into the padded headrest. My elbows where strapped and my hands rested on a board that covered my lap. My fingers where spread and each one strapped down to the board; my wrists where also strapped down. There was a thick strap around my waist and more holding me at the knees and ankles. As far as I could tell I didn’t have the chastity devise on anymore, which was a relief at least, but I suspected that far worse things lay on the horizon for me. I was right about that…….

Richard had apologized very politely for not being there when I woke up. I would have been less polite if I had been able to talk but I had a gag firmly strapped in place, the bit filling my mouth and stopping me from making any coherent noise. He then strapped a collar around my neck that had a weird box on the side and I felt something poking me in the neck. He told me it was a shock collar, similar to the ones used to train unruly dogs. I got the point fairly quick. He first cuffed my hands together before unstraping me. He even removed the gag. I remained silent, not trusting myself to not say something that would undoubtedly get me zapped, ‘you sick bastard’, would have been one of the nicer phrases. I considered very briefly trying to make a run for it. But he held the remote up and I stood absolutely still. Richard smiled, ‘Well now, let’s get you dressed for some fun Alex’

I have no idea how much time had passed, I had more important things to worry about, I had a catch 69 situation. Actually Richard had told me this was the 69 room. When he said that I had assumed that I was going to be sucking some cock while I was sucked in return. I bit down hard on my gag to stifle a moan of frustration and discomfort. I looked around at my fellow lesson learners. Across from me was a guy suspended, he was bound tightly in a leather sleep sack. His head poked out the end in a gas mask with the large clear face visor. He had a posture collar on so his head was kept straight, about face level was suspended a large bag. A tube ran from the bag to his mouth, I wasn’t sure what was in the bag but no matter what it was it would have been a fair amount of liquid. The guys cock and balls where hanging out of the sack. He had a rubber sheath over his cock the tube of which ran down and ended in another bag. This one was resting on the floor on what appeared to be a set of scales, except the weight seemed to be counting down, the display was a large digital screen showing bright glowing red numbers. Every now and again it would drop slightly, obviously when he peed. There where wires running from the scales to his balls, each time the number on the scale dropped down two he suddenly would start to writhe and struggle and I could hear muffled screams, each time he seemed to struggle and buck around swinging wildly from side to side for longer and longer. I guess that the scales where also delivering electric shocks to him, in increasing amounts as he filled the bag with more piss. I wondered what would happen when he got it down to zero, he probably did to. The upside and the true 69 catch in it; his balls had a chain hanging from them, there where like 6 or 7 huge padlocks on the chain. The end was connected to an odd pulley system, basically as he drank more of the bag of liquid it rose higher and also took up more of the slack on the chain, this was relieving the strain on his balls. So basically he was torturing himself as well as removing part of his torment.

A tug on my nuts quickly brought me back to my own situation. Richard had first handed me a rubber one piece, entry was via the back. While he stood with the remote held causally by him, I had pulled and tugged the suit on, the ends of the hands ended in mitts, so using my flipper like hands I had pulled the zip of the suit up. Richard had then stepped forward with a heavy leather straightjacket held in front of him I obediently slipped my arms into the sleeves and stood still while he wrapped my arms around me in a hug. I felt him tugging on straps at the back. I also heard a number of clicks which I assumed where padlocks. My heart race increased slightly each time I heard a click. He then pulled the straps under my crotch and fastened those as well. He stood and I felt him fiddling with the zip of the rubber suit. I heard a click and then he ran a chain around my neck threaded it through a d-ring on the front of the straightjacket and locked the two ends together with a padlock. He then told me he had locked the zip to the chain, so I couldn’t get either the straightjacket or rubber suit off without first getting the padlock at the front of my neck unlocked. With my arms trapped in the straightjacket sleeves this would be a little bit of a problem. He then took a small key on a key ring and threaded it through the links of the chain next to the lock, “there you go Alex, that’s the key to all the locks holding you in those suits, so you can get out when you get tired of the scene.” It took all my effort not to kick him. Richard then pushed me back to the bondage seat and I sat down. He reached around the side of the chair and pulled out a pair of 20 hole rangers, v-nice!!!! I eagerly slipped each foot into the boot he held up and watched while he laced up the black leather boots; the white laces looked awesome against the black of the rubber and the boot leather. When each was laced tightly he stood up. There was now a massive bulge in the front of my rubber suit, he smiled when he saw it and then told me to open wide. I sighed and opened my mouth knowing what was coming next. Sure enough he pushed a large gag into my mouth. The gag filled my mouth and pushed my tongue firmly down making any coherent words impossible. Richard then unbuckled the collar and helped me up and led me to this room.

Once inside Richard led me over to a raised area. It was a plan with a cemicircle cut out in the center of it. It was resting on a piece of stainless steel which had vapor rising from it. Since I couldn’t feel any heat I assumed it was cold, my suspicions where confirmed when Richard helped me squat down and I saw that the plank was on a block of ice. Richard had no problems getting me to step up onto the platform he merely poked me with the remote, a gentle reminder that he could use the remote for other reasons to get me to step up; I quickly obeyed. I stood still and I heard him behind me fiddling with something. I wasn’t really paying that much attention to what he was doing since I was too busy looking at the rooms other member. He was naked except for heavy leather restraints around his wrists and ankles and a thick gag. The ankle and wrist restraints where kept on by some very big shiny padlocks. He was standing between two poles. The set up was like those machines you see in the gym where the guy stands there and pulls down on a handle attached to wire from the top of the pole lifting weights as they pull the handle downwards across their body. This guy definitely looked like he would know how to handle one of these, ‘general beefiness’ would be the phrase I would use to describe him, he was looking dagger as Richard, or I am assuming it, since Richard was behind me he was glaring in my general direction and I don’t recall offending anyone with a build like that, and I think I would have made a point of NOT offending anyone built like that. His 69 position was devious yet simplistic, as long as he kept the handles down low they would not tug on his nuts which had a parachute harness around them and was attached to the handles by rope. His wrist restraints where locked to the handles and as far as I could tell the handles would only go as far down as his belly button, meaning he was unable to free his nuts of the harness. Now the tricky bit, pulling the handles down meant lifting the weights, and they where certainly some big ones, even with his arms locked as they seemed to be he was straining to keep the handles down, even as I watched I saw them inch up slightly.

I was disturbed from my perving on the muscled hunk by the presence of something cold against my ass. I yelped into my gag and tried to shift slightly I had not even noticed that he unzipped the rubber suit over the ass area. I didn’t get a chance to get away from the intruder since a quick push from Richard, some blinding white stars in front of my eyes for me and a scream muffled by the gag in my mouth and the cold metal object was in my ass. It kept going in and I kept struggling eventually standing on tip toes to try and escape it. That’s when Richard stopped, I tried to turn and see what the hells was going on, since he definitely now had my attention. I could sort of see what was going on, he had some sort of dildo on a stick arrangement apparently he could raise and lower the pole accordingly. He was now tightening the nut that held it in place and ignoring my muffled grunts. He then stood up and moved to the front he unzipped the front part of the suit and pulled my nuts out, snapping a parachute harness around my nuts and stretched it right down. I was torn between lowering my feet to take the strain off my nut and keeping like that so that no more of the huge dildo ended up inside me, my ass informed me that the thing got wider the further down you went. In fact it was making a lot of noise about that particular fact. I bit down on the gag and managed to ignore the pain in my balls. Finally Richard stood up again and I looked down, my nuts where tied off to somewhere under the board I was standing on. I realized Richard was speaking and focused on what he was saying ‘…you now and go tend to some other matters, I will be switching off the cooler plate beneath you so the ice will melt, incidentally your nuts are tied off to an o-ring frozen in the ice, have fun now.’

My situation was rather straight forward, the ice melted and I grew tired of standing on tiptoes and I slowly sank onto the giant object violating my ass. However as the ice also melted the ring attached to my balls got looser and looser, apparently the string connecting it to the harness was slightly elastic because I could feel the ring being tugged. I again made an annoyed noise into my gag and felt the dildo slide a little further into my protesting *****. It was probably a good thing that I wouldn’t be sending any postcards home about this particular holiday. While they would make for an interesting read, I very much doubt that my friends and family would find them all that amusing.

Richard was humming along to light Calvary playing on the radio in the kitchen when the noise of happy suburbia was shattered by the sounds of a powerful engine, he glanced out a window and sighed as a massive hum-v roared up his driveway and stopped inches from the bumper of his Chrysler. With a mixture of amusement and annoyance he watched as the driver side door swung open and a young man basically exploded from the vehicle. His nephew Brett never seemed to move at a pace slower then full steam ahead. Two other figures emerged from the vehicle but Richard paid them little heed. Brett was always flanked by a pair of muscle bound brutes wherever he went, not that he was a small figure himself, his biceps rippled under the tight sleeves of his shirt like oiled snakes in a sack. Richard arrived at the door just in time to hear a random and erratic series of knocks beat against it. He winced visualizing scratches on the 300 year old hand carved imported wood. One of these days he would take that boy over his knee. He opened the door and his nephew flew into the house. ‘Hey unc! How are you? Still a dirty old fart? Good good, now I need to borrow some items from your bitch pen for some fun this weekend.” The whole lot poured out like bullets from a machine gun. Richard could not help but smile. His nephew had a cute innocent face, and a soul so black that coal sparkled in comparison. The fact his sexual tastes where nearly identical to Richard’s made him very fond of the lad. He paid no heed as twiddle dee and twiddle dum lumbered in through the door, and waved a hand towards the library, ‘certainly my boy, but please don’t make a mess, and then kindly remove that monstrosity from my driveway!’ He turned and chuckled to himself as the lad zipped into the library. He was actually very fond of his nephew, and had played a large part in his upbringing and emotional support when it became apparent he would not be fathering any brats nor marrying some ice queen country club wench. His useless parents had been less then supportive to what they saw as a possible scandal. He turned as he heard Brett re-immerge from the library; he waved the lad off and watched through the window as the two lumbering oafs dumped a pair of leather hockey bags in the back of the hummer. He winced in sympathy for the two boys in those bags. He returned to his task of preparing some dinner and smiled as he thought of the things he had in store for Alex. hey guys part three will litrally be in a few days, just the story turned out a little to long and had to be split in two.