no good deed goes unpunished part 3

Author: catdude
Title: no good deed goes unpunished. part 3
Date: 14 April 2006

I groaned and opened my eyes slightly. Sunlight stabbed painfully into them so I squeezed them shut again. I felt warm, I was naked, and lying on sand. Considering some of the places I have found myself waking up in lately this was not too bad. I felt something heavy around my neck, I sighed to myself; no doubt rinsing sand from unusual spots would be the least of my problems. I hear some groans to my left and right. Curiosity won out over my mind screaming ‘ignorance is bliss!’ I squinted open an eye and looked around. Lying next to me was another naked figure, heavy metal collar locked around his neck. I couldn’t see much beyond him, I didn’t want to roll over and make it apparent that I was awake, or more accurately make myself a moving target. I wondered if this sudden change in circumstances was a good thing, I had been struggling against my bonds impaled on the damn dildo. My balls finally free of abuse when out of nowhere some dude (admittedly a very hot dude) had appeared and looked at me. I imagine I would have had a expression on my face similar to that of a deer caught in the headlights. He had looked me up and down. ‘okies guys grab this one as well. Looks like some fun.” Before his words had truly sunk in, a meaty paw had come around from behind me and a rag had been pressed over my mouth and nose I had gasped in shock; obviously a mistake. The darkness had swirled in. Bringing us back to now, I was still debating the wisdom of moving when a bucket load of icy cold water slammed into me. I gasped and my eyes flew open I heard another gasp like mine and some groans, knowing that the gig was up I sat up and looked around. The first thing I noticed was that the chain that was attached to my collar preventing me from moving disappeared into the sand near my feet. I gave it a tug and found that it was not moving at all, I noticed 5 chains at regular intervals and 5 guys all sitting up and looking around. We all had similar builds and seemed to be about the same height, tho this was a tad hard to be sure of, when we all were lying in the sand. Someone cleared their throat nearby and 5 collared heads turned simultaneously towards the noise. There was the drop dead handsome dude who had grabbed me from my impalement predicament. He was standing between two muscular dudes, he flashed a 1000 watt smile, “Well now, you may all be wondering why you’re here today! Well you’re here to participate in a little game.” My heart nearly stopped at those words. I was having major deja’vu, except I was on a beach attached to a chain buried in the ground, naked, with 4 other guys instead of trapped in a chastity belt running around town. Despite this little difference it was essentially the same. I noticed that the dude was still talking so I refocused on the words that would no doubt spell out my doom. “There can only be one winner, and each round will eliminate one person, I might point out at this stage that if you loose the round there will be penalties. Now behind you all is a shovel, free yourselves and we will move onto the next part.” He walked over to an area where there was a chair under a sunshade set up. I noticed now that behind him there was guys moving around carrying gear around. I didn’t bother trying to see why, I was more interested in the shovel behind me, it was one of those small collapsible ones you take camping to dig a toilet hole. Now I was going to dig a hole to get myself out of shit.

I frantically shoved away, trying not to get my shovel caught in the chain, the dude to my right tossed a shovel full of sand in my hole and I returned the favour with interest, wether or not it was intentional I don’t know but he was a lot more careful to get his dirt to go behind him from then on. I wasn’t paying attention to what was going on around me with the others. I was only aiming on trying to get to the bottom of the hole. Sand stuck to my body and sweat was stinging my eyes, then my shovel finally hit something with a clunk. I grabbed my chain and heaved a little too hard. The box that had been buried at the bottom of the hole flew up and I fell backwards. I scrambled up and out of the hole and lay there panting. Digging a hole with a chian whacking against your naked sand covered body was not what I would call fun.

I looked around to see what the hell was going on around me. One other dude had finished, looking at the empty hole, he had been the one who had flung a shovelful of soil into my hole. One look at his eyes before he turned his head away told me that there had been nothing unintentional about it. I would have to keep my eye on this one. I looked back; one other dude was just climbing out of his hole now, covered in sand. Two guys where left going for it. The problem was one had accidentally dug to close to the other dudes and the wall between the two holes had collapsed into his hole. The other dude won hands down. We were left with a trench about a meter deep and about 5 long. The creator of this little hell stood up and walked over. I now saw there were about 6 muscled guys hanging around now and that more vehicles where pulling up. The guys who where unloading things had moved a lot closer since we began digging and definitely seemed to be getting some sort of party ready. I saw kegs, and eskies of ice. No one was paying us any attention. Our tormenter stretched lazily. I felt my cock twitch and reminded myself this was not the place for that sort of thing at the moment. He glanced over at us and nodded to some of the guys. “Well congratulations my little bitches you win this round. Open those boxes in your hands, you will find the key in them. Go into the surf and wash off, come back over here when you’re done. Oh and if any of you feel the stupid need to make a break for it, we are miles from any sort of civilization and your all naked, so be smart and play along.” He turned and walked over to the pit where the guy was still feebly shovelling. I saw him squat down at the edge of the pit. I wanted to see what was going to happen to the guy there but one of the muscled dudes was heading our way with a determined look on his face so I quickly fumbled my box open. The box was mostly full of cement, which explained the weight, and there on top was a key, I fumbled around with the back of my collar till I located a lock. I managed to get the damn thing off and flung it to the ground. The muscled guy was watching me with a smirk on his face. I would like to say I was defiant, but when you are naked and covered in sand the best look you can hope for is pissy. I wandered towards the ocean, ignoring the other guys, they where doing the same, I just wanted to win and get the hell out of here.

When I had rinsed off as much of the sand as I could I walked back to shore where the muscled morons where standing. One turned and walked back up to where we had come from; as we approached the hole I noticed that there was now a marquee over the area. The hole also had the edges of a tarp around it and someone was laying some boards across the middle, I went to walk over but a grunt from the genetic throwback in front of me told me this would be ill-advised. He walked into a large tent that had been erected nearby, (busy people this bunch) I followed. No sooner had I lifted the flap and entered the tent then another bucket full of cold water hit me face on, I stood there naked dripping and gasping in shock while my gorilla guard laughed. He finally stopped and pointed to a pile of rubber sitting on a table. “Now we got all that salt water off you, get into that and then head back to where you came from.” He walked out past me and I glared at his back and muttered comments about the time it would take to shave an ape and teach it to talk, admittedly not loud enough for said ape to hear. I wandered over and picked up the rubber item, it was a cat suit. It had attached hands and feet and a hood flopped against the front of it. I noticed a bottle of lube sitting beside the table and grabbed it and squeezed a liberal amount on the inside and then pulled it on, I felt the tight rubber grip my still wet legs as I pulled the bottom half into place. I could feel the temperature inside the suit start to rise even when I only had it half on; and of course as soon as I caught a whiff of that sweat and rubber smell I got a rock hard on. I heard others enter and get the same bucket treatment. I didn’t bother turning to watch. I managed to squeeze into the torso part of the suit and reached behind me and pulled the zipper up. I stretched the neck of the hood wide and pulled it over my face, there was a mouth and nose hole, and pinhole eye holes. Once I had moved around a little and got the rubber to settle in place I walked back outside and over to the hole.

The pit had been dug to a even depth, and lined with a black tarp, at the bottom lay a guy dressed in a rubber cat suit like mine. He had black duct tape binding his ankles and knees together and duct tape secured his arms to his side at the wrists and elbows. I assumed it was the guy who finished last. Unlike my suit however his mask was a gasmask with a clear visor from the nose up. His eyes where very wide and he looked scared as hell. My penis twitched in my rubbers. A hose ran from the mask up through a hole in the boards which had been placed over the pit, to the base of……. A urinal. It seemed that our lad was to be the toilet for a party. The dude wasn’t kidding when he said there were penalties for failing.

Brett grinned as he watched the slaves line up and look down in the pit at the figure down the bottom; their unlucky team-mate. He waited till the four slaves had all gathered and then spoke. “Well as you see your former team-mate is going to be providing his service as a waste disposal unit.” He waved at the muscled guards off to the side and one stepped up to each lad. “And now we will be leaving our friend here while we continue on our journey. But if you will excuse me for one moment’ Brett walked onto the boards and unzipped his pants.

I was mesmerized by the guy at the bottom of the pit, he was squirming and bucking his hips every now and again he would shake his head back and forth. When Brett had finished speaking and stepped onto the boards he REALLY began to struggle trying to roll from side to side, from the looks of things tho he had been laid in a indent in the sand under the rubber, and couldn’t manage to roll up the side of it, I diverted my gaze to see Brett let loose a stream of piss into the urinal. The effect on the boy below was immediate. A slight pause; and then bucking moaning and gagging noises like you wouldn’t believe. I heard one of the guys next to me give a small laugh. I would bet money that it was my sworn enemy. (hey friends take a while to make, enemies are made in seconds). This poor guy was obviously not a piss fan. I had a feeling that by the end of the night he would be even less fond of it. Then again, better him then me. The gorilla behind me gave me a push and pointed over to an area where a heap of trucks and cars where parked. I started walking, the sand felt really weird under my rubber covered feet. We where directed into the back of one of the trucks. As my eyes adjusted to the gloom I saw that the back was empty, but there where large black sacks laying on the floor near the walls the meathead behind me gave me another push towards one and I sneaking suspicion of what lay ahead for me began to form. My suspicion was confirmed when he pulled open the neck of one and held it open and low for me to step into. I sighed, up close I could see the sack was leather it was already swelteringly hot in the back of the truck it was worse cause we where in rubbers. Sitting in a leather sack was not going to make my day noticeably better. Then again, if I hesitated too long they may decide that two urinals would serve better then one. So I lifted my leg and stepped into the sack.

Ten minutes later four hooded heads poked out of 4 leather sacks. At that point we found out there were hooks on the sides of the trucks. Since we where each lifted up and our bags hung from them, the weight of our bodies pulling down now trapped us in the bags. My guy gave me a grin and a slap on the cheek before he turned and walked out of the truck. I so wished I was holding that cement filled box about now! The truck trip was not very eventful one of the dudes was trying to say something about us rushing the guards when we where let out. Now that should make for an interesting show. We all ignored him; I think each of us was thinking of ways to ensure we could win.

Brett stood smiling in front of a table piled up with four piles of metal each next to a bucket. We all wandered over to the table. True to his word one of the guys had made an attempt to rush his guard when he was released. Even tho we where all in identical rubber outfits and about the same height and build it was easy to tell which one he was because he was still swaying from the wack around the head he had received for his efforts. Brett flashed us a grin and I had a sudden image of what the last image most mice would see must be like. He then made a wide waving gesture over the four piles of metal, “Welcome, welcome, I hope you had an enjoyable trip.” I snorted as I rubbed the side of my leg. The truck had taken a corner a little fast and my bag had swung away form the wall and then slammed back against it again. I would have a large bruise on that leg I knew. Brett either didn’t hear me or ignored me, but my assigned Neanderthal gave me a warning poke in the back. Ten minutes with a baseball bat, if I only have one wish granted in my life I hope it’s that one. I looked around to see what kind of place we where in. The tables and couches arranged suggested restaurant. The bar at the end of the room suggested this was a club.

Brett folded his hands behind his back and continued talking “You all need to put together the items in front of you here the tools you need are in the buckets, begin!” with that he wandered over to the side as we all paused for half a second then raced towards the table. Since my leg was still aching from the wack it received I was a little slower, however the valiant idiot behind me who had been whacked in the head was slower still. I managed to get to a spot and looked in the bucket, it was full of clear amber liquid there were a number of screwdrivers at the bottom, oh well at least the tools where simple. I quickly organised the pile in front of me, the ends that had to go together where marked with colour coded dots. I pushed all the same colour dots together. In front of me was the following, two halves of what looked like wrist or ankle restraints. Each half was shaped like a lower case w so that when both halves where placed together you had a figure 8 style cuff. One half of that had to attach to a long straight piece of metal. About halfway down that a semi circle of metal had to be attached on the opposite side as the cuff half, the end of the long piece of metal then had to have two chains screwed into it. At the end of each change was another smaller semi-circle of metal. To the side where coloured screws and bolts in little containers, this would be easy, I realized how tricky it was going to be when I plunged my hand into the bucket to grab a screwdriver, the liquid was thick and slippery, OIL! Oh SHIT!

I grabbed out all the screwdrivers and placed them on the bench beside the bucket of oil and tried to shake my hands to get the excess off my hands. This was going to be tricky. The screws where rather small and picking them up with rubber covered oily hands was not going to be an easy task. The bolts where a little easier but harder to tighten because your fingers kept slipping off. The grips on the screwdrivers where also very smooth so getting everything to screw in properly was going to be a challenge as well. Once I got going I found it was even harder then I thought. I kept dropping screws and bolts and they rolled off the edge. Getting the screws to sit in place was a nightmare and then having to peer through the pinpricks to look at the heads of the screws to see which screwdriver to use. And to top it off, some sick bastard had made it so that the colour of the handle of the screwdriver did not match the colour of the screw. And of course when you’re trying to put a red screw into a hole with a red dot next to it you automatically reach for a red screwdriver. The guy next to me bumped me when I had just positioned the screw over the semi circle of metal under the straight bar. I glared at him, was it the same fuck head who had thrown dirt in my hole? I didn’t know but picked up another screw and continued watching him out of the corner of my eye. At one stage he picked up one of the chains to screw in place and it slipped through his hands onto the floor, he bent over to pick it up and I quickly reached over and grabbed the screwdriver he would need and tossed it back in the bucket of oil. He would soon learn, or if it was not him everyone would soon learn that trying to sabotage me would only come back to bite you in the ass.

I managed to finally tighten the last bolt with my slippery fingers the one holding the chains to the end of the long piece of metal and stepped back and put up my hands to show I was finished. I looked around the dude beside me had finished before me again despite me trying to slow him down. The two dudes left where both on their last bolt, this was going to be close. The one on the right went to give his bolt a hard twist and his fingers slipped off and he fumbled with the whole thing for a few seconds, which gave the other dude enough time to complete his last turn of the screw and step back. The guy on the right seemed to slump down and go limp. Brett stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder as if to comfort him but his grin was pure evil. His tone was mocking as he spoke, “oooooh so close, yet so far, oh well don’t worry for putting in such a good effort we have a special prize for you.” Nothing about his smile or tone suggested this was an improvement in any way, and this was confirmed when one of the other dudes stepped forwards carrying another metal object. This one was like the ones we had just put together and which I suspected we would soon be wearing. It had a longer straight piece of metal and there weren’t the two halves of the restraints which I figured is where our hands would probably be placed. At one end of the long piece was a smaller semicircle that I suspected was half of a collar. The large semicircle in the middle where I suspected another half would be placed to form a belt. However instead of two small semi circles at the ends of the chains attached to the end of the long piece of metal there was a figure 8 style restraint at the end of each chain. One circle was really large, wider then the collar but not as wide as the belt, the other was smaller, instead of each circle being right next to each other there was a flat space so it looked more like O-o. Two muscled guards grabbed the dude and he immediately started to struggle and kick and scream. One seemed to be fiddling with parts of the metal restraint while the other was holding the guy still as best he could. Brett walked forwards and as the guy opened his mouth to yell again stuffed a gag in his mouth and buckled it closed. The muffled complaint continued but he had no chance against the two men holding him. First they positioned the whole thing at his back. The wide semi circle did indeed from part of a belt and they screwed the other half in place. The dude holding him wrapped one arm around the top of his head as the dude screwed the second half oh his collar in place. He then reached down and grabbed the restraints on the end of the chians. He unscrewed the two halves and then placed half the wide O around the guys’ thigh, and screwed the two halves together loosely, repeating the process with the other leg. He then grabbed one of the dudes legs that was kicking around and bent it at the kneel all the way back till he got the ankle up to small O and pulled the loosely joined halves together to place the ankle between it. Then tightened it, and did the same with the other ankle. The dude holding him had wrapped his arms around the dudes’ waist while the dude was trying to punch at him and the other dude tightening the metal onto him. They both ignored him, when the two halves of both ankle/thigh restraints where in place the guy holding him lowered him down and then walked over to a bench nearby. The guy tried to get up but couldn’t since his ankles where attached to his thighs. He pushed himself up so he was kneeling and tried to reach behind him to feel for the screws around the ankle and thighs, since the collar prevented him from turning his head to much. But the dude near him gave him a shove and forced him on all fours again. The other dude returned with an armful of leather gear. First he grabbed the dudes’ hands and forced them into a pair of puppy mitts, which rendered his hands useless for manipulating screws. He then strapped kneepads onto his knees; ignoring the guy trying to hit him with his padded hands. Finally he moved behind the guy and fiddled with the bottom of the suit, my own hand wandered to the bottom of my suit and I found that there was a zipper down there. The guy then held up a tail butt plug and with no lube or anything crammed it into the guys butt. The howl of pain the guy let out was very impressive, I had no idea anyone could make so much noise around a gag.

Brett stepped forward, ‘well it looks like we have the mascot for tonight’s party! He will no doubt be very popular amongst all the guys when they arrive, particularly if he continues to behave like this.” No doubt they will take him with them when they head to the beach party. They may even put him in the pit to keep his friend company.” The guy one the floor kept pushing himself up into a kneeling position and kept getting pushed down. Finally one of the guys placed a boot on his back so he couldn’t do it anymore. Brett watched this with a smile then started talking again. “And now since you all worked so hard to get these built it seems only fair you get to try them first.”

While we had been watching the show our guards had grabbed the metal restraints off the table. I would like to say that I went down fighting, that I had to be forced into each segment, however at the back of my mind a little voice was saying, ‘there is always room for one more dog or one more toilet’ and so I just stood there as my guard tightened the belt around my waist, as much as I disliked the guy I was not immune to the fact that a large well muscled dude was basically hugging me. His head resting on my shoulder so he could see what he was doing. He must have noticed the bulge in the front of my rubber because he pulled me back against him while pretending to tighten the belt and from what I felt rubbing against my ass it seemed that somewhere out there a horse had been robbed of its penis. He didn’t say anything but when he pulled my hands behind me to place them in the restraints at the end of the bar, he bent one arm up to put in place he placed the other on his groin. He was wearing tight 501’s and I ran my hand over the bulge beneath them. In my defence I had just witnessed two very twisted yet fucking hot scenes of guys being tormented, was in rubber, and was surrounded by hot muscled and above all dumb guys; my favourite combo. He took a while getting my first wrist in place and then reluctantly grabbed my other hand and bent it up in place. I felt the metal tighten and trap my wrists in an unyielding grip. Then he placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed down indicating I should kneel. I did so and he placed one hand on my chest and pushed forward form the back lowering me to lie down. A little tricky to do by yourself with your hands secured behind you. I saw one of the other dudes push a dude forwards and was glad that I had resisted the temptation to be difficult. My ankles where grabbed, bent up and attached the restraints at the end of the chains, ta da, instant hogtie. I wiggled a little. It was not comfy lying on the floor, but the restraints where not so tight that they bit into our skin. I heard wheels and a trolley appeared near my head. I was lifted up and placed on it and the other two dudes where put next to me. We where wheeled out and back up into the back of the truck. The trolley wheels must have been lockable because we barely moved as we drove off……. To our next challenge I guessed.


When we had been unloaded, wheeled inside, and placed on the floor. I had no idea where we were this time. Our hands where released and I lay there waiting for my ankles to be undone, but instead I heard Brett’s voice say, “Well then last challenge, double elimination, ready set go!” I looked up he was walking to the other end of the room where there was a small pillar. I frantically twisted and scrabbled at the bolts holding my ankle restraints together and heard the other two doing the same. Luckily while I had been rubbing my guards crotch I had wiped a lot of the oil off my rubber covered hands, so I was able to get the bolts undone quickly. I stood up and quickly started to work on the bolts in the belt. The guy must have known what was next because the bolts where not all that tight. I take it back, he was great, he was my best buddy he could have free head jobs for the rest of his life, I didn’t care I just wanted this belt off fast. On the floor one dude was still playing with his first ankle restraint while the other had chosen to get the belt off first and was now sitting up and unscrewing his restraints. The whole thing fell off me with a clunk and I was running. I heard footsteps behind me, the floor was carpeting so I didn’t need to worry about any oil on my rubber covered feet. I was half running half jogging since my thigh was still sore form the bruising I had got but I had a good lead. I was nearly there! I was going to wi…… aaaaaaaaaaaaaagh.

Brett watched, one of the boys got his ankle restraints off fast and then stood up and undid his belt. The guy beside him choosing to do his belt first, they where both getting them off fast which meant they must have gone easy and submitted to the guards. since obedience was to be rewarded Brett had told the guards that any lads who struggled where to have their bolts done really tight and those that did not where to only be loosely bolted in. It was impossible to tell them all apart of course since they all where dressed head to toe in rubber. Boi 1 as Brett had nicknamed the first to stand had finally freed himself of his belt and was off. He seemed to be limping though, maybe he had a cramp form the position he had been in. Boi 2 had freed his ankles, rolled and launched himself in one smooth action. Obviously leaving his ankles to last to get a good starting position the last boy had barley managed to get one ankle free, he must have annoyed the guard. Boi 2 ran in smooth long step and in no time he was level with Boi 1 then his foot kicked out and Boi 1 was suddenly on the ground rolling head over heels. Brett smiled, a ruthless lad who would win at any cost, this Boi was perfect.

My whole world was spinning around. I finally realized I was lying still on the ground. I managed to push myself up and stagger the last of the distance. I didn’t care about finishing anymore all I cared about was getting my hands around the neck of the guy who had tripped me and then squeeze until he stopped struggling. I launched myself at the guy yelling and was grabbed from behind and held immobile against what felt like a wall, a wall wearing a bad shirt, so I am guessing it was one of the guards. I was yelling and swearing at the fucker who had tripped me, he was standing there smirking. Brett stepped forward and crammed a gag into my mouth mid yell. He tightened it behind my head. This made me calm down a little and I relaxed in the grip of my guard. He loosened his grip but still held me firmly. Brett grabbed another gag and walked over to the right I turned my head and saw that the guy had been carried to the end still in his restraint and was being released now. He was gagged and Brett stepped back and put his arm around the shoulders of the winner who was still staring right at me smirking. I was having that baseball bat wish again. “WELL now that was an interesting finish. To the losers a good effort, but not good enough. Now If I can direct your attention to the pictures on that wall over there.” I was turned to face the wall by my guard. Over on the far side were two paintings. They where not landscapes or anything, they stretched from floor to ceiling, whirls of color and spirals. The classic ‘my two year old could paint this’ style. Amazing that there are so many talented 2 year olds running around considering the apparent depth of the gene pool they had been spawned from. My wondering mind was brought back to present when Brett walked over and pressed a section of wall near each painting and they suddenly disappeared and I was looking at two alcoves each with a number of leather straps running up the back wall, as I was moved closer I saw that the paintings hadn’t disappeared but that there was now glass where the paintings had been. Brett explained that it was a style of two way glass. The glass was actually two panes with a layer of liquid crystal between them, when a current ran through the crystal the pattern we had seen appeared on one side. Now I remember what the pattern reminded me of, it was like when you press on a calculator screen and see those whirls of color. Brett pressed another part and the glass swung forward slightly. I knew what was coming next.

I watched Brett swing the glass back into place and bit down hard on my gag to alleviate my frustration. I had been so close. I tried to move a little to get comfortable, the leather straps held me against the wall at my ankles, just above my knees, my waist, across my chest, my neck and finally one over my forehead. My arms where held in place in front of me with a pair of cuffs attached to the belt around my waist. Fist mitts had been put over my hands so I couldn’t use them to undo the straps. The back wall was heavily padded and the straps had padding on the side touching the body so I was comfortable standing there. But I was so pissed off. I watched through the glass as Brett chatted to the guy as he stripped off his rubber suit. It was the same fucker who had thrown dirt in my hole. He was smiling and chatting to Brett who was standing nodding with his arms crossed. Brett grinned said something and the dudes’ expression changed to that of confusion. Suddenly two guards grabbed him, hello what was this all about then?

Brett smiled again, “that right, you’re the fittest, smartest and most capable slave out of the 5 I selected from masters who have very high standards. You will be the perfect present for my friend on his birthday.” The guy was struggling against the two guards. He was trying to talk around the gag they had stuffed in his mouth. Brett waved a hand, “oh its ok don’t thank me, my friend is looking for a new 24/7 slave, you will do nicely I am sure. No doubt you will need some training to get used to your new and may I just say permanent roll. But you have all the basics which are important. Now let’s get you wrapped up. The boy struggled furiously as he was stuffed into a leather sleep sack which was laced up tightly causing the struggling to grow less and less intense. Brett knelt beside the head sticking out at the end, the boys’ eyes where nearly perfectly round, the whites showing all the way around. He smiled at the lad again. Congratulations again on winning. He then pulled a leather bag hood over the boys face. He stood back and let two guards wrap a red ribbon around the middle of the leather sleep sack and place a bow where to two ends met. Brett leaned down and slipped the card to his friend under the ribbon then stood while two guards lifted a couch up and placed it over the top of the struggling figure.

I stood watching. Brett had strolled over to the pictures as the guards had been lowering the couch in place and pressed something near the picture. The glass had gone a little hazy but I could still see through it, he must have sent the current through the liquid crystal. Some time passed and some people started to arrive. They passed in front of the ‘paintings’ gazing at them sometimes talking in front of me. It was weird knowing I could see them. It seemed this was a formal party, but more and more guests left until there was a group of about 40 guys standing around. When the last couple had left everyone scattered. There had been waiters carrying trays around all night, they re-appeared but now they wore only g-strings and had leather caps on. Guests re-appeared but now in leather gear. My cock sprung awake again at the site of all this. Brett lifted the couch off the leather sleep sacked guy and everyone was slapping one dude on the back and laughing. Brett wandered over to the ‘paintings’ and the glass went completely clear. Everyone wandered over and crowded around leering at me and the dude next to me obviously. After a while everyone started to trickle out, no doubt heading to the club where the mascot waited, then to the beach to empty their bladders which would by then be very full. And then suddenly there was Richard!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAY he walked up to Brett and looked very annoyed, after some arm waving and talking, they both turned towards me.

An alarm beeped near me, I groaned and reached over till I found the source of the noise and switched it off. My brain then reminded me I didn’t have an alarm. I sat upright and looked around. I was in a jeep, the drivers side seat laid down. I was covered in a blanket. Well this wasn’t too bad. Outside was dark, there were no lights around, but there was a small glowing battery operated lamp near me filling the car with a soft glow. I reached up and flicked on the roof light. As I moved I felt constriction around my groin, oh no, not again. Sure enough when I twitched aside the blanket I was once again encased in metal. I sighed, this was no longer laughable, at least not when viewed objectively anyway. I noticed two envelopes on the seat next to me. One had my name written on it in elegant script I guessed it was from Richard and opened it. It was an apology note, he felt ashamed that I had been removed from his care and nearly come to harm. He apologized for about 2 paragraphs for the way I had to be transported home. But had not been able to organize the documentation and felt that he could not keep me any longer after what had happened. That at the bottom he told me the jeep was mine as an apology. Well talk about actions speaking louder then words!!! This however didn’t explain why I was in this belt, the next letter however did.

‘slave, uncle Richard told me about you, you sound fun, I want another shot at you, be at this address Thursday two weeks from now.’

Brett


Oh Lordy, here we go again!