Good Counsul?
By:
Rod
(© 2010 by the author)
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Chapter 1
Greg
I could feel myself waking up, as I tried to clear the muddled mess that had taken lodging within my brain. I didn't know what had happened, where I was or even when it was. The signal to raise my hand and my arm where being disobeyed as I realized that some force was holding them captive, unrelenting as I tried over and over to move them, as my mind became clearer I realized that all my extremities were in similar status. I could not move my hands, my arms, or my legs. Though my mind was becoming clearer as the seconds past I could not see, there was nothing but blackness in front of me, not a sliver of light in the slightest. I soon realized that wherever I was, there seemed to be no sound, and I could feel something, cocoon like enveloping my head, perhaps a hood blocking any vision or any sound. I could feel my heart beating in my chest, faster than normal and that unmistakable sensation of my heartbeat reverberating within my ears but no other sound was distinguishable. With the loss of my sight and hearing my sense of feel seemed to be heightened, not only was there probably some type of hood but I could now distinguish straps, smooth leather I presume, at strategic locations imprisoning my body and stripping away any ability to move, but yet, I could feel a cool breeze as it wafted over my body. Held only by the straps I seemed to be suspended in air. Every hair on my body, but especially my chest, my nipples, and my groin seemed to be in tune with the stirrings of the air around me. I could sense in my immobility a certain excitement tied with my nudity that excited my very soul. I could feel the swelling of my chest and the protuberance of my nipples as they must be standing full and inflamed, ever mindful of any stirring of the environment around them. My groin, oh what a sight it must be, I could tell there was an enlargement, a swelling of my cock bringing it to full stature, straining, straining to a point where it felt it would burst, yes indeed it must be a sight, but to whom?
Who had me in this position? How could this have occurred? My mind is getting even clearer, I'm starting to remember some details of over a week ago, no, and this couldn't be it. Maybe I had misread something, but this wasn't what I had thought I was arranging. There must be a mistake, this wasn't the fantasy I had inquired about and then I hadn't gone through with anything, I had only inquired, yes I had filled in some of the information requested but I hadn't signed anything, I hadn't finished the enrollment procedure. It was only to be a fantasy weekend. I had several choices, I would travel to the Atlanta area and somewhere after I arrived there I would be abducted. Upon that abduction I would be taken to a prison like compound and treated as if I were a spy. I knew that I would be stripped and interrogated but nothing sexual was to take place. I knew somewhere deep inside what I really wanted was to be taken sexually, made a slave and be dominated by some other male or even a group of males. I also realized that I could never let that happen, if just once it did I was all too sure that I would never be able to return to my life as I lived it. My son and my lifelong friend depended too much on me for me to allow it to happen. They would never forgive me.
The guards where normally off duty police or military that would dominate and treat me as their captive for the several days then suddenly, I would find myself back in a position to travel home my fantasy vacation completed. I could only hope my pseudo vacation would serve its purpose put me through such pain and agony that I could forget this crazy idea and return to my normal life.
But I hadn't left home. I hadn't finalized the arrangements. I knew that it wouldn't have the effect that I wanted and I didn't even think I could tolerate the pain and humiliation I would be subjected too. I didn't have the courage. To be honest I just didn't have the guts. No one, save my best and lifelong friend Craig had even known that I was contemplating such an adventure. I had given him some excuses; I didn't want to really explain to him that what I longed for was really man to man sex. He'd never understand. We had been together throughout the trials of our life, grade school, middle school, high school, even to college and grad school. After our final graduations we had even gone into business together. The only thing we didn't share was my wife. Somehow along the line I had met Jennifer and we had fallen in love. As life would evolve we created our own family and reared a son.
Craig was even the God Father to Phillip, our one and only offspring. I was straight; I had to be, for my son and my friend.
When Phillip was ten years of age, Jennifer had died with Leukemia, it had taken her quickly and Phillip and I were overcome with grief in her passing, but Craig was there as always, ever the proverbial shoulder to cry on, always the support we needed, and always the level head to see that we managed to meet every day and every challenge that life seemed to throw our way. It had even been decided that he should move into our home. A wing of the mansion had been redecorated specifically too his tastes. He had a private entrance and everything he could need, but I had noticed with all the privacy afforded him he never brought anyone else home, he always was with Philip and I. For this, I knew I could always trust him to know just what we needed whether I could see it or not, and this had continued for the last fifteen years as we had both watched and savored the sight before us as Phillip had become Phil and grown into such a man that any father on earth would be proud.
So much for my wondering mind, it doesn't solve my problem at hand, oh, if I could only move my hand, relief is what I need now, relief, I can feel all the tensions building to a crescendo within my body, centered in the statue grown from my groin, I can feel it pulsing with every beat of my heart, but even the friction of the air is not enough, something is overpowering my desire to explode and holding me right on that abyss, so excruciating but so exhilarating.
Suddenly I can feel a great movement of air as if a door has been opened and shut. Someone has entered the room. What is about to happen?
Meanwhile in Eric's office:
"Yes, Mr. Bellows," said Eric as he looked out his office window to the endless sands of the Nevada Desert, unbeknownst to Greg, that he was in fact, just outside of his native hometown. "Greg has been received and prepared as you have ordered.. No, he should be waking up at about any time... Yes Sir, the sedative given to him should be wearing off. Our people handled the capture and transportation without problem. The drug lacing his morning coffee knocked him out in the time it took for him to set his cup back down. He never felt or suspected a thing. Shall we go ahead as you ordered? ..... Certainly, no problem, after our task is done we'll let him settle back into his current state and then re-sedate him through the IV he doesn't know he has and ready him for his next stage of treatment." Eric hung up the phone to look at his associate waiting patiently for his instructions.
"James, check on our guest and see if he's coming around and let me know," ordered Eric as James rose from the side chair.
"Certainly sir," said James as he turned and headed out of his bosses office.
"This is an unusual case, we've handled a lot of special requests before but this one just seems different for some reason," he thought as he looked over the file in front of him with explicit instructions as to the handling of his latest arrival, Greg. . According to the psychologists report here is a man with deep seated desires to come out of the closet, who other than the normal teenage experimentation with male to male sex has not allowed himself to engage in it in any way since. He seems to hold to the usual train of thought in so called society that his feelings are all wrong. He even has some misguided notion that should he act on them he would need to be punished. If he was not he would never be able to accept his conversion and might cause himself great bodily harm if not death if left to his own devices. No the only way for this man to come through his conversion is to be forced, with sufficient pain to disallow any other choice. Only if he is forced will he get to the point where he will be able to accept it and feel that he has paid the price to get there.
"Eric, Sir, the guest seems to be coming too. He's tried to move but the restraints are holding well. Everything and everyone is ready if you are Sir," said James as he stuck his head inside the door.
"Well, we might as well get going, just a short distance to the new lab and our awaiting patient/guest," replied Eric as he beckoned James to follow him.
Back at the lab-
"Greg, I see that you have rejoined us, so glad to have you with us, I can imagine that all of this is a bit of a surprise, but, why should I ruin the fun. We have a few things in store for you yet. I'm sure they will be even more of a surprise," Greg heard as some type of earphone inside of his hood seemed to come alive and validate his senses that some one was indeed there.
The earphone seemed to go on," Sorry about the sight and hearing deprivation but I'm sure you've noticed it only intensifies your other senses, I'm sure you've realized though your head is covered, you have not been gagged yet, but, that is now to come, we wouldn't want any distasteful side effects would we?"
With that a technician stepped forward and in just an instant managed to insert a phallic shaped gag into Greg's mouth, fastening it in such a way to disallow any movement of the tongue or mouth. After gasping and fearing he would choke Greg suddenly discovered that there way evidently an air way within this intruder and he could continue to breath but had been deprived of the ability to make any discernable form of speech and for that matter, had been surely throttled back as to even what sounds could emanate from him.
Suddenly as Eric nodded to one of his technicians, the table on which Greg lay began to move, lowering his feet and raising his head to an upright standing position. The stainless steel frame reflected the lights in the room casting lines of light around the room's perimeter. Greg was indeed still in full display as the only parts of his body being covered other than with the hood where those areas around which the various straps entwined and held captive his six foot frame. The light covering of fur surrounding his body only added to his intrigue. He was approaching that age of fifty; he would have been in fabulous form if it weren't for that little extra weight he carried around his middle. His life style just didn't seem to allow him what he needed to rid himself of that extra baggage. The exercises that he did seemed to lend itself in the formation of well muscled legs and a certainly ample chest and set of arms. His only chink being that a little too well endowed middle hiding the inevitable six pack that had to exist within.
As the frame came to a halt several individuals stepped forward, one just off to the side behind him and Eric in front of him. After testing the stability of the straps Eric felt they should hold him very well and decided just one more test should prove that theory. Upon his command his partner swung what appeared to be a very heavy and large fraternity type paddle stopping only as it's arc was halted by the flesh of Greg's buttocks resounding in a loud thwack, assuring all that as it would begin it's retreat the surface would no doubt be an overwhelming shade of red, a condition bound to worsen as time progressed. The sudden impact on his backside brought Greg to full attention and through the blackness a burst of unimaginable display before his eyes as the shock to his system began to radiate from the point of contact.
Seeing that Greg had remained immobile through the ordeal verified the thoroughness and efficiency of his bonds. Without hesitation Eric grabbed the swollen right tit of his captive and clamped it well, sending a pain of completely different proportion through Greg's system, befuddling his mind in an overload of sensations, confusing his nervous system as to what assault was to occur next.
As Eric stood ready, instruments in hand, he nodded and once again his compadre assaulted Greg with a forceful swing of his weapon. As soon as contact had been made Eric pushed through the piercing needle and impaled its victim again sending a wave of pain never before realized by its victim. Within a matter of seconds as the blood trickled from the site of invasion a heavy stainless ring was pushed through the void being vacated by the piercing needle and as quickly as it had been invaded the ring was sealed as a testament to the infliction of pain that would forever remain in Greg's mind.
With a few minutes in between and a rudimentary check of Greg's pulse, which was expected to be racy, Eric decided to continue. Again the procedure was repeated. A hellacious swing of the wooden attacker colliding again with the ear drum breaking shot-like sound, as nerves danced again as the impact propelled them to never before states of overload, and then Greg again felt the unmistakable pain emanating from his other tit as it too suffered the attack of the clamp. As had occurred in each of the previous assaults, his attempt to scream was muffled by the invader that filled his mouth and effectively all but silenced his cries of pain. As he had learnt all to quickly, another impact on his buttocks was immediately followed by that stab of pain as another piercing needle ripped away the center of his tit and was promptly followed by another heavy invader quickly pushing out the sharp instrument of torture, there only milliseconds before.
As the myriad of thoughts quickly traversed his mind he prayed that his pain had come to an end, after all both of his nipples had been ravaged with an assault he never imagined could occur. He had long desired to have these piercings but certainly without the added pain that had just happened. From what he had read and heard he had followed his normal path and ignored his desire because deep down he knew that he was just too yellow bellied, chicken to do it. That had always been his problem, there were several things he had often wanted to do but when push came to shove, he was just to chicken-shit to do them and so, he cowardly went on upon his way, always wondering in the back of his mind just what it would be like if he could every get up the fortitude to do those things he so dreamt of doing.
His prayer was quickly disturbed as he felt something invading the area between his all too tender and he knew, soon to be, if not all ready, purple or even black butt cheeks. The anal invader knew no mercy and pierced through his sphincter and imbedded itself in the hidden nether lands to be found within. A low vibration soon dispersed itself from the mysterious invader and as the pitch of the vibration rose in a crescendo he again felt the pulsation in his cock, that edge of the abyss again that he had been pulled away from as his ass and chest had been assaulted so savagely. Not to be left alone, he felt a tugging at his chest where the pain had hardly subsided from his nipples. It felt as if something were being attached to the nipple rings. As he tottered on that abyss he felt a hand encircling his cock, not attempting to stimulate, just clamping down so that even his pulse no longer could cause any movement. As the vibration continued driving him closer and close to the edge of the abyss there was a sudden explosion as a sharp jolt attacked the inner regions of his anal cavity and his chest at the same time. As his mind seemed to explode, he felt for sure he was about to soar off that abyss and finally cum but a sharp stab of pain and a release of pressure as if his blood was shooting out, emanating from the end of his cock. Quickly this was followed by another invader and his mind almost hallucinated as the realization hit him like a tornado, he had just been ringed with a very sizable and heavy additional piece of jewelry now standing guard at the end of his piss slit. Within seconds of this final piece of jewelry being fastened he again felt the jolts as his anal cavity and chest were assaulted with a series of charges, he felt his entire body convulse as the surges of electricity ravaged through his body.
As quickly as it had been thrust into his mouth, the phallic gag was removed and the table began to move, returning him to the lying position in which he had originally awakened. A few other quick movements and the anal invader exited and whatever other attachments made to his nipples also seemed to retreat. Though he tried to speak, he still could not hear, and with the flurry of air that danced suddenly upon his body he sensed that his attackers had probably left the room and would not hear or answer his pleadings for explanation.
He lay there unaware of any thing but the residual pain that seemed to have taken residence in his body. As he tried to overcome his pain he felt his body slide into a state of sleep. Though his mind wanted to scream for answers and stay ever vigilant, his body in it's need to recover the atrocities it had suffered, overruled all else and subjugated him to a state where it could begin it's repair and regain it's balance. Deep sleep, where nothing would be felt, where his body could disconnect, and hopefully, if his prayers could be answered, he could become ready for what ever else might be in store for him.
As he noticeably started to calm down the attending technician had started another sedative that was slowly taking Greg's body deeper and deeper into the depths of his unawareness. Soon he would be in such a vegetative state that they could remove him from the torturous frame to which he had been lashed and move him on to the next step of his new life.
One week later-
Bill the trainer conferred with the attending physician and between them they decided that the time was finally here. The last week Greg had been kept drugged, his piercings treated to expedite a speedy healing, and special creams had been applied to the blistered skin on his posterior so no signs of his previous encounters remained. After Bill and an orderly had moved Greg to his new room his medications had been stopped and within the hour he started to come out of the stupor that had been his reprieve for the last week.
Upon awaking he looked around to find himself still in the same state of undress but no longer tethered as he had been the last time he remembered being awake. His room was totally stark, he found himself on a flat wooden pallet with a minimal rubber covered foam pad. The room, if you could call it that, was barely six foot by eight foot with no other adornments than where he lay. As he looked down upon his body he slowly touched the nipples rings adorning his chest and the larger and heavier ring through the end of his cock. A slight smile crossed his face as he thought about how he had always wanted these items but could not bring himself to get up the courage to go through with the piercing to put them there. The smile was soon replaced with a frown as he remembered the pain as they had been inserted. No clothes or bedding were in sight and nothing but a steel door broke the monotony of the walls encircling what he jokingly embraced as his bed. Upon a second glance he did notice one small bubble in the ceiling in the far corner, an eye, probably for a camera, which would allow his captors to monitor his every move.
His solitude was soon interrupted as the door to his little closet opened and in came two huge burly men outfitted in very neat gym shorts and sleeveless wife-beater type shirts. Without so much as a word, each ascended on Greg grabbing an arm and lifted him to a standing position to progress between them to some other place of unknown. As they progressed through the facility there was very little to be seen that could add any information to the empty stores of knowledge Greg wished he could fill. There was nothing but blank doors in a monotonous hallway. Soon they came upon a door and one of the men opened it and Greg was led inside.
Standing before him was Bill, even more of a giant than the escorts whom had brought him to this. Bill stood at about 6'8" and easily looked to carry 250 lbs, muscle as far as the eye could see, skin so tan and tightly stretched over his muscles and veins that seemed ready to pop out at any moment. He too was attired in similar fashion to the couriers that had escorted Greg to this mountain of a man. His wide shoulders seemed to hover over a mantle that formed the most developed chest Greg had ever witnessed. Framing the chest hung two arms that gave the impression of two tree trunks rather than branches narrowing to elbows that seemed miniscule in comparison to the biceps above and the forearms that flared below them. The magnificent mantle of a chest tapered down in classic formation to a waist that seemed to be so narrow but yet strong as a well defined 8-pack was clearly visible through the tight shirt straining to cover the torso of this man. Below that plate of abs was a basket that strained as well against the shorts imprisoning it with the stretch of the mere fabric only highlighting the outline of what was held within.
Below that flared out a set of thighs that only could be the dream of ninety-nine percent or more of the men on this planet. Not to be outdone, the calves supporting this colossus of a man were in themselves as perfect and as in proportion as even Michelangelo could have envisioned. As Greg stood in awe unable to speak or move the couriers who had brought him here quickly departed, well knowing that Bill could handle this captive who stood before him. As Bill began to speak Greg was ripped back to his senses as he realized that this was the first time since this whole thing had begun that he could possible find out what was going on.
Much to his chagrin however Bill had only instructions for Greg and began to go over them one by one.
"While you are with me you will at all times address me as Sir" said Bill as he towered over his new student. "Your time with me will be spent in improving your body to a respectable level that you will even become proud of, it will not be an easy job, before you can be built up you will be torn down so that I can rebuild you properly, your understanding is not required and I will not answer any questions that I feel are impertinent." Bill continued saying "Through my training you will receive punishment and rewards as deserved, some of these are actually part of your training and you will learn to accept appropriately that which you are given. By the time I have finished your only desire will be to please me and in so doing you will find pleasure in yourself"
Walking around the room Bill began to explain the various types of exercise equipment present and emphasized how Greg would become very acquainted with each and every one. With out further ado Bill ordered Greg to the first machine, a stair stepper and had him begin.
On the onset it seemed to Greg that things were really improving, as he looked across the room to the mirrors on the wall he was surprised to see the adornments that had been added to his nipples and cock and how they really did look good, he also noticed that though it stood very vividly in his mind, his buttocks appeared normal and did not show signs of the distress he had endured. Just what had happened, how long a time has passed? A multitude of questions scurried through his mind and he not so surprisingly, found himself starting to flounder on the stair stepper as it seemed to be slowly increasing its rate of speed. As a beep went off alerting him to hurry his steps he heard a whoosh thru the air and a heart stopping sting across his buttocks.
"That's just a taste of your punishment if you don't keep up with the pace" said Bill as he stood to Greg's side with a thin cane in his hand.
The time seemed to keep marching on as always, and Greg was lost in his mind as he went from machine to machine averaging at least one whack with the cane at each station.
Suddenly Bill called a halt to the last exercise and tossed him a bar of something; it looked similar to a granola bar only a little larger and heavier. It seemed somewhat greasy on the exterior and had no real odor. But, if this was food, it was the first he could remember since sitting at his kitchen table drinking his coffee over the morning paper.
Continuing to stare at the item in his hand Bill turned to him and briskly instructed him to eat it now, or go hungry for quite a while.
As the growls escaped from his stomach Greg hurriedly attacked the bar and though it had no apparent taste, he quickly devoured it as instructed. Bill then handed him a bottle of water and advised its speedy consumption.
After a short break it seemed the entire routine began again and Greg progressed from machine to machine occasionally incurring the wrath of the cane but pushing ever so steadily to achieve that level that would protect his aching hide from the monster that seemed so small but caused such a wide band of pain.
As the day had to be drawing nearer to an end Bill finally ordered Greg off of the last piece of equipment and told him it was time for dinner. In hopes of a real meal the shock on Greg's face was of total confusion as Bill approached him removing the few pieces of clothing he was wearing. When Bill stopped in front of Greg he placed his hands on Greg's shoulders and pressed down willing him to kneel before him.
As he knelt Greg searched Bill's face for some indication that he intended something other than that which Greg felt he was about to be forced to do. No reprieve was to be found as Greg knelt on his knees before Bill; Bill reached down with one hand and encircled his cock bringing it closer and closer to Greg's lips. When Greg did not open his lips Bill swung his cock back and forth slapping Greg on each side of his face. It was only too soon that Greg resigned himself to what he had to do and he opened his lips to find Bill quickly shoving his appendage over Greg's tongue. He then moved his hands to Greg's ears and taking hold of them forced his expanding helmet further and further down Greg's throat. As Greg began to gag Bill backed off for only a second or two and then forced himself ever so closer to Greg's gullet once again. For Greg this torture seemed to last forever although it was in reality only a short time, but as Bill continued his breathing instructions, and his degradation of Greg, suddenly Greg overcame his gag reflex and his throat seemed to enlarge as Bill's twelve inch sword firmly entrenched itself down Greg's throat and then began to expand even more as Bill repeatedly thrust it back and forth deeper and deeper down the gateway to Greg's stomach. Within a matter of minutes the girth of the attacking weapon seemed to increase tremendously and as it pulsed, Greg felt the shooting down his throat. When Bill finally receded from Greg's mouth he commented that he hoped Greg had enjoyed his protein dinner and it was time for him to assist Bill in his bath before Greg could shower himself and retire for the night.
Little did Greg realize that Bill's bath would consist of Greg licking all the sweat and grime from the day's activity from Bill's body, a task that Bill constantly monitored with a flowing diatribe of comments and instructions as Greg worked his way back and forth from head to toe to cover every inch of Bill's body. Only after accomplishing the task of licking every square inch of the surface of Bill's body did Greg find that he also was expected to continue the service to the rosebud between Bill's ass cheeks. When his humiliation was finally overcome and the task completed Bill signaled by means of a button on the wall, and Greg's earlier couriers once again appeared escorting him out of the room and down another hallway where he was taken to a shower.
Entering into the shower Greg found himself not to be alone. There was another man probably half his age, well toned, well muscled and quite hung. Greg reached for the soap only to have it taken from him. As he looked in the other man's eyes for an explanation he was told that he was not allowed to clean himself and that was why he was there. He introduced himself as Chad and without further comment set about scrubbing Greg, paying particular attention to all intimate areas and particular care around his piercings. Just as Greg thought his shower was coming to an end Chad told him not to move he would be right back. As Chad returned he was carrying safety razors, scissors, and shaving cream.
Greg asked if Chad was going to let him shave himself or must he do it for him. Chad's response of "he would be giving him a full shave" raised a shiver of wonder in Greg's mind as he awaited what he was sure were to be further instructions. His concerns were soon to materialize as Chad instructed him to turn and face the wall, place his hands out to support himself and stand still. Without delay Chad began to lather and putting the safety razor to work efficiently removed all the hair from Greg's shoulders and down. Before having him turn around, Chad told him to lean over at the waist and just as quickly as before on his back, Chad spread Greg's cheeks and removed any sight of hair that existed within the crack.
Having him turn Chad proceeded to remove all hair from Greg's chest, stomach and even that treasure trail that worked it's way down from his navel. After clearing all hair from his legs Chad returned to Greg's privates and began to remove the hair from his scrotum. Pulling a pair of scissors from his stack of supplies he then trimmed the pubes leaving a fraction of what had been there and what hair Greg had from the neck up. Considering Greg was well past a five o'clock shadow, he practically had a beard, Chad grabbed his third or fourth safety razor and after tenderly applying a thick layer of foam, completed a facial shave that would rival any barber.
Greg was then escorted out of the shower after rinsing off and came face to face with himself in a mirror. He could not believe how he looked. Though he still had some extra weight around the middle he looked pumped and after all the shaving his body never looked better. There was actually a glow, he couldn't help but smile as his escorts brisked him away to his room, even the hair cut he now sported was different. When, he wondered had that happened?
As he lay on his bed of sorts he began to contemplate just what had transpired so far. He had been taken totally without his knowledge to a place he knew not where. He had gotten piercings that he had often dreamt about, but he had been forced to endure pain he could never have thought was even possible to exist let alone endure. He again was moved, how far or to where he did not know and now he was being forced to actually build his body, perhaps to a point even better than he could have ever thought possible but the pain, could he continue to endure or could he force himself to achieve to avoid it?
Why the sexual activities? In his mind, those he had always considered gay, he was straight, he had married and had a son, a handsome twenty-five year old that as the saying goes, could be in the dictionary as the picture beside the word masculine. He hadn't remarried after Jennifer had died as he felt that no woman could replace his son's mother. He had always been close to Craig his lifelong friend and he had never married but there had never been anything other than the usual jack-off buddy type relationship when they were growing up, and certainly nothing later. And as for the relationship with his son, there had never been any hint of any thing out of the ordinary there, they had a good relationship, got along well, there even seemed to be a higher level of respect than was exhibited by many of his friends towards their fathers.
Phil just hadn't found the right girl yet, hell at twenty- five he still had plenty of time, and he hadn't been out of school that long. He went after a graduate degree following his bachelors just like his father and since he hadn't married and brought a child into this world as his father had done he could afford to take his time. Greg certainly could afford to pay for his education with Craig and his father having their business.
"His time will come" Greg thought, "I'm certain, one of these days he's going to fly through the door with some lovely young thing on his arm and inform me that they are getting married, he will probably then ask me where I'm going to send them on their honeymoon? That is if I ever get out of here. How did I get here, why am I here? Who is behind this? Is Craig going crazy wondering where I am? And Phil, my dear son Phil what is going through his mind? I have never left him alone without a way to get in touch with me. I know he's grown. But that's just it, we have always been somewhat close, always in communication, we always knew how to get in touch with each other. I admit I have never told Phil about my feelings toward men. I don't know how he would take it; I would hate to have him turn against me after all these years. He has always looked up to me depended upon me to show him what is right. To do the right thing, to be proper and fit in socially, to always do what is expected? I guess that's why I have always been so chicken about some things; I couldn't stand for my image to be tarnished in his eyes. These things that have happened, they excite me but, they scare me, what will Phil say if and when and I pray when, I see him again?
What about Craig, he has always been by my side ready to fight to the death for me? What will he think; he is the only one that I have been able to tell anything too? For some reason when I told him years ago what I was thinking about other men he never made a comment. He didn't say anything nasty or derogatory he just looked at me smiled, and said "I understand," he never said another word. I was so overjoyed that it didn't end our friendship, I never thought any more about it, but now I wonder could this be his revenge. If I am gone he does inherit the business and I know he would take care of Phil but where does that leave me? I know it's getting later and later tonight and I am so tired. I just have to close off my mind and get some sleep, no telling what tomorrow will be like."
Before he knew what was going on the two goons were on Greg again removing him from his bed and directing him towards the showers.
"Well at least today I get to start with a shower," he thought. "Maybe it will help to ease some of the discomfort, all that exercising with no clothes, no support and that heavy ring through the end of my cock, I swear it is stretching it, it seems longer than ever before. It always was a "grower", it looks now like its being stretched to become more of a "shower". Like I really have any choice, but really I do think it looks awfully hot.
After all it was forced on me I didn't do it. It will be difficult if I ever get out of here and back with my family to take it out. I just wish I could have the courage to keep it."
As he approached the shower after taking care of other morning necessities he could see Chad waiting for him. As he entered the room, he was directed over towards one of the walls. Approaching he saw open hanging cuffs suspended about six and a half feet off the floor and another set suspended about three feet apart just about six inches off the floor. He stared at them in fear wondering what was about to happen when Chad gently put his hand on his shoulder and directed him face first towards the wall while in a calming voice he told him to stay calm and just go with the flow and everything would soon be over. When he had gotten close enough to the wall Chad lifted one wrist at a time and closed the cuff around it. After securing both of his wrists he then proceeded to have him spread his legs and each ankle was then captured. Greg stood in fear as he wondered what was about to occur. Without warning Chad returned soap in hand, and began to apply soap to the crevice in Greg's ass working his way towards the rosebud and then gently forcing some of the soap suds into and past his sphincter. His hand was suddenly gone and a strange metal like object was plunging its way into Greg, the soap suds acting as a lubricant to ease its passage. Then he felt a warm liquid starting to fill him, He was being given an enema, he hadn't had one of those since he was a child.
Again the questions raced in his mind, why was this being done? The pressure kept increasing and Chad reached around and with one hand massaged his stomach and told him just to breath, well past the point where he thought he would explode Chad finally ceased the onslaught of water and though not removing whatever it was that he had inserted, he told Greg to rest, as if he could, his entire body wanted nothing more than to expel all of that which had now been forced within him. After about fifteen minutes of agony he finally removed the instrument of torture and released the bonds telling Greg to move over above the drain before he evacuated. Never before had he felt such relief as a gush burst forth with unbelievable force and odor. Then again he was to be strung up on the wall and the entire procedure repeated. Little did he know that he would endure this three times before he was deemed finished, and would have to endure this every morning from now on.
After another bar such as had been introduced the day before and a good amount of water, he was led back to his room of torture with Bill awaiting his arrival, a certain look of evil in his eyes and that ever prevalent basket that drew Greg's eyes to that enticing area just below his 8-pack.
The exercises started off very much as they had they day before and as they would each day to follow. Some minor changes occurred but as they say nothing to write home about until he found that he had made it through his first session and into lunch without being caned. "Oh, day of jubilee, maybe this would be a day of days," after all he thought. After lunch Bill told him that he was very proud of his success that morning but not to get too heady because as the time progressed everything would get turned up a notch at a time so that he could continue to improve.
At that point it did a weight check, a check on body fat and took measurements, he then informed Greg of their goals for that week. The rest of the day progressed he thought, quite well and Greg was almost surprised when Bill announced the end of the exercising and that it was time for his protein dinner to be served. Without hesitation he again advanced towards Greg as he had done the day before, removing his clothing as he approached, then laying his hands upon his shoulder directing him to the desired position. Not wishing to be dick-slapped again Greg immediately opened his mouth and tried to remember everything he had been taught the day before. He didn't gag anywhere near as much and before he knew it was again injected with his daily quota of protein. The goons, as Greg had decided to refer to them, arrived upon being called and once again he was escorted out of the "gym" and on to the shower area where he was met again by Chad.
Tonight at least there would just be a shower, no shave, as one wasn't needed, at least for his body, and he was informed that from now on his facial shave would take place in the morning, but his body would be checked and touched up every three days. Without much ado but seemingly, with a little more massage as he was being scrubbed, his shower soon ended and he was back to his closet for the night.
Again as he lay upon his so called bed his mind tried to grasp all the possibly explanations that could explain why he was here, who could be responsible and whether or not there was any possibility of ever returning to home. He had tried to ask Bill, but as he had been told, he would not answer any impertinent questions and that seemed to be exactly of that classification, so at least for now those questions and any others that might come to mind would not be answered, He could only stew them over in his mind, stealing away precious time that he could be sleeping as he seemed to never get enough sleep.
The third day turned into the fourth and then the fifth and suddenly it was the beginning of a new week, or, so said Bill as he informed Greg that it was time to do his weekly evaluation.
Surprise, surprise, he actually exceeded his expectations and had done better than he had projected for a goal. This too brought a great surprise as he was escorted to a piece of equipment he had never seen before. It appeared to be somewhat similar to a sawhorse but the top was wider and covered with a padded leather cover. Next to the legs seemed to be appendages that had multiple straps and a certain range of adjustability as to their height and placement. Before he knew what was happening Bill asked if he wanted to lay on his back or his stomach. Not realizing what was about to happen, Greg simply replied with the question "Sir, which way would you prefer me, Sir?" This brought a smile to Bills face, the first one seen in quite a while and he replied for him to lie back on his back. His arms were quickly hung down to the sides and fastened. As quickly as the arms had been fastened he lifted Greg's muscular legs and they became fastened, his ankles within inches of his ears. As Bill checked over his handy work with a great smile he removed his clothes once again and approaching with a tube of lube he started to massage and work lube into Greg's rosebud. He then told him that he had pleased him very much and now as a reward he was going to please him. He worked first one finger into the hole and then with more lube he continued to massage getting two fingers all the way up to the knuckle, then with a little force and a small amount of pain a third finger was added thoroughly opening Greg up for the impending assault. As he placed the helmet of his cock against his hole he slowly moved it about massaging and every so gently beginning his entrance into Greg. With barely any pain Greg suddenly felt Bill's wiry pubes tickling his skin; he had sunk his whole twelve inches into him without pain. Once he waited for a few moments for Greg to adjust and realize just what had happened he slowly started to move out of him withdrawing at an every so slow pace. Just as he was about to draw the helmet across the sphincter in exit, he quickly reversed and in a flash and speared his way back inside about as deep as possible. Again he started the treacherously slow exit followed by a hasty insertion. By the time he had done this about five times he had suddenly managed to brush Greg's expanding and sensitive prostate and the jolt of excitement that flooded Greg's body was nothing short of totally unbelievable. He had to have more of this, never in his life had he experienced such a feeling. As Bill started his see-saw journey once again Greg yelled to him just to ram it in, fuck him, fuck him fast, feed him what he wanted oh so bad, take him, and take him now. Bill reacted with a fury of action; his body became a blur as he continued to push Greg further and further into a state of excitement that his body had never experienced before. There wasn't any pain it was all pleasure and he was feeling every delicious and wonderful inch of it as it moved in and out of him and pounded his prostate into a state of exhilaration that he had never before experienced. As Greg would approach that point where he was just ready to totally explode, the rocket fuses had been lit, he knew they were ready to soar, but Bill would slow down, change his angle or do something that would just take him off that edge, just pull him back enough to keep him from going over. He felt like he was going to die if he couldn't make it. Bill again was torturing him but oh, what a torture. It seemed to go on forever and ever and finally as Greg cried out to him to finish him off he brought him right to that pinnacle again for the countless time and as Greg screamed for release Bill looked him straight in the eyes and without changing his momentum or style commanded him to cum. His eyes rolled back and a multitude of firework grand-finales fired off in his brain as he knew he must have suffered as the French so aptly say "Le Petit Mort." As his nervous system took him to a place he had never been, stream after stream erupted from his cock going over his head, then all over his face, then covering his chest. If that were not enough just at that moment Bill exploded filling his insides with his seed and attacking Greg's lips with his lips and tongue further streams boiled as they flew from his cock to only shatter against Bill's chin and chest. After they laid there motionless for a few minutes to regain their strength he slowly raised himself up and proceeded to turn lose those bindings that had held Greg prisoner for now over an hour.
He then lovingly began to clean Greg with his tongue as Greg battled with him to do likewise, ending only when any vestige of their experience had been thoroughly consumed. He received his lunch as on any other day and afterwards Bill drove him hard but steadily on a round of exercises.
The intensity that afternoon wasn't really increased but now when he announced it was time for dinner Greg was on his knees before he even got to him. As he approached, Greg didn't know why, he must do it, an overwhelming urge and he followed through on his instinct and lowered his lips to Bill's right foot and while holding his foot in his hands Greg asked if he could honor his foot with a kiss. He told him yes and he did immediately rising back to his kneeling position and swiftly engulfed the manhood before him with his mouth and tongue as he tried to impart the best feelings he could possibly give to him, this man he had to feel was his master.
The next two weeks passed, he couldn't believe what had transpired. How could he have changed so much? He only wanted to please this man. Every day Bill took him to greater heights, either by finger fucking him, teasing and torturing his prostate till he shot till he could shoot no more, or repeating his assault with Greg on the horse, in endless positions till Greg thought he would totally lose his mind. In every case Greg felt that by surrendering to Bill's desires his only goal was to satisfy Bill and in so doing his pleasure was immeasurable. Whatever Bill seemed to indicate Greg wanted to do and go beyond. His pleasure could only come by seeing his master's pleasure with whatever he could do for him. He still had the concerns for his son and lifelong friend but had found a place of peace where he was happy. He couldn't believe he said that, he was happy, how could that be? His life revolved around his son and his friend. There was the business that he and his friend ran. They had employees that took care of them, and they took care of them, they were always like one big family, but now it was if He had given it all away. He was actually saying that He was happy. How could this be?
At the third evaluation Bill informed him that he had achieved that which had been intended. His weight, body fat percentage, muscular development and even his now very apparent six pack, where all solid evidence that Bill's training had brought him to the point desired, but at whose wishes? As he stared at him with mixed emotions Greg asked him what that meant and what was to happen now. He only looked back at him and said that he should consider that as an impertinent question and not even acknowledge his asking but he had shown such devotion and an acceptance to training Bill had never before witnessed he would only tell him that all would soon be revealed and he should just be patient.
His reply left him with even more concerns, what was going to happen to him now? Bill had truly become his Master, was he now going to abandon him? Though so much of his body had healed, more the mental than the physical, He was aware that his physical healing from the piercing was over half way there. He was told by Chad that they normally took about six weeks and he had only been four.
Again his mind was beginning to be his tormentor. He didn’t know what lie ahead and he had always been afraid of the uncertain.
As he arose from his slumber the next morning after a frightful night with a real lack of sleep, he was greeted by Chad instead of the two goons who normally escorted to and from any place he was to go. Chad gently called him to the waken state and requested that he follow him for his morning routine. He lovingly massaged Greg's body with soap suds, washed his hair with a fragrant shampoo, gave him his morning shave and even an enema which he was now able to handle without problem and without restraint. It almost seemed reassuring as they progressed through the daily ritual. As they finished instead of planing off whatever water was left Chad approached with a warm and large fluffy towel and proceeded to dry him thoroughly. He had not touched a towel since before this whole ordeal had started and couldn't remember when he had enjoyed the luxury of such a warm and fluffy one. Then to add to the surprise he took Greg to another room, one in which he had never entered. There he proceeded to pull a pair of boxer shorts, satin, very form fitted and very comfortable, but so different than that to which Greg had become accustomed, after all in the last four weeks he had never worn a stitch of clothing. The only adornment to his body was the three rings that had been so brutally attached. But somehow even after the brutality under which he'd received them he had, at an earlier point wanted them, and now couldn't see wanting to remove them. They were a part of his new being, he was different, and he had a completely different mindset. The pain he had endured, he had earned these embellishments. He had feared if he experienced male to male sex he would never want to do without it again.
Through the training and all his time with Bill he found that to totally be true, he couldn't imagine life going on without the special attachment to another man, but whom? Bill had made it quite clear that he was only an instructor; a person assigned a task which he had now completed, he would never see Greg again. He didn't know if he had any more courage but then he didn't know what was happening or if it would even matter.
Next Chad pulled a soft polo shirt for him. As he pulled it down over his torso looking into the mirror he realized that he had never looked as good as he did right now. The shirt was definitely form fitting and his nipples and rings where as much on display as if he hadn't been wearing a shirt at all.
While he was admiring the look of his new chest and its adornment Chad pulled a pair of Dockers shorts for him to put on. They were tight and revealing in all the right places, he had never felt he had much of a basket to display but now with his PA it seemed that his equipment just didn't disappear it stayed right there to be noticed. The last item to be added to his wardrobe was a pair of sandals. He didn't know what was about to happen but he certainly could feel confident and comfortable in the way he was attired.
Sometime in that lost time when he didn't know what was going on his head of hair had been restyled, shorter, easier to care for and even though he was pushing 50 the person looking back in the mirror looked much younger and much stronger in body and mind than the one that he had seen in the mirror how ever long ago it had been. Since then Chad had kept the new look sharp, trimming as needed. He knew that he had been here in training for three weeks but how much time had elapsed from the time of his abduction to the beginning of his training was a total unknown to him.
His train of thought was interrupted as Chad informed him that it was time for him to go, Greg had a meeting to attend. What was this meeting? Would he finally find out what had been going on? Who would be there? Would he finally be able to know who he should thank or curse for upsetting his life in such an abrupt manner?
As they approached an office door, one he had never seen before, Greg saw a simple sign that said Director. It was with great apprehension that he approached that door and on Chad's urging, knocked lightly and opened the door to enter as he was summoned into the room.
Sitting behind the desk was a man he can only describe as someone he would expect to see in a GQ magazine. Strong, prominent features, a look of sincerity, and honesty that was unapproachable, will built of course, but then it seems those were the only type of men that he had seen for the while there. As he entered the room he was instructed to take the seat directly across from him.
The director spent the first few minutes looking over Greg from head to toe, all the while smiling at what he was seeing and then he ask Greg how he was.
Greg replied that he had never felt better physically, but was in a certain amount of mental distress with the vast unknown that surrounded my circumstances.
The director's only reply was that was understandable but he would try to remedy that shortly. First he had some questions.
"Greg" he started, " I realize that some of the methods had been unorthodox, but has there been anything done to you that at some time, you have not desired to be done, or that you have not found that you enjoy?
Well what could he say? Either someone has been a mind reader or under hypnosis his deepest secrets had been revealed.
"No," he replied, "other than the pain I was subjected to when my body was ornamented I have either desired or discovered afterwards that I did enjoy whatever happened. Why do you ask that question?
"You were afraid before to make any of the changes that have occurred since your abduction, but wanted them, isn't that correct?" he asked, ignoring the question Greg had asked of him.
"Certainly, some of those changes, if not all of them could possibly not be acceptable to my son or my closest friends"
Greg answered.
"I see, and I understand, you have progressed very well with the program and goals that were set for you by the persons that hired us. You were considering a type of abduction as a fantasy weren't you? He asked as he leaned forward giving Greg his full attention.
"Yes, I did consider it but I only researched it I never arranged it and it certainly wasn't anything like what I've experienced here." Greg stated.
"Do you think that the fantasy you had started to plan would have brought you any long term satisfaction?" He inquired seemingly to pursue a point.
"I don't know, but after what has happened I doubt it, but I'm still concerned, I don't know now just where my life is or who I have left in the world to turn to. For all I know my life long friend and my son may consider me either already gone or if I do see them, they may not be willing to accept what I have become?" Greg asked becoming more uncomfortable as the conversation continued.
"Your dilemma is a good one, I can understand but I think all can be handled in a way that may be more satisfactorily to you that you might believe." He said with an appearance of sincerity that Greg could not quite fathom.
"Mr. Baker, would you please show our guests into my office please" he said into the intercom in front of him.
A moment later the other door opened and there entering into the room were Craig and Phil. They both hurried their step as Greg jumped from his chair and leapt towards them. As they finally broke their hug, Phil looked his dad straight in the eye and said "Hi Dad, you look great!"
Craig added "Yeah you didn't even look so good when you where in college You know you really left me in a lurch when you disappeared, how about if we get going so we can get you home and catch up on what has happened."
Craig then turned to the director and inquired." Is there anything else you need or can we leave? Thanks for letting us know where to find this guy we really have been worried!" The director quickly replied "Sure Mr. Bellows, if there are any further questions we have each others numbers, Take care!"
With that the three headed out the door and into the parking lot, the destination, home.
Greg was so elated he was with Phil and Craig, all else seemed to have fled from his mind, but as they approached home the questions began to nag at him again, he knew he needed some answers.
As they walked into the house, "Oh my lovely house, so good to see the comforts of home again," Greg thought. He asked Craig just what had happened.
At that moment he saw a confusing look exchanged between Craig and Phil, then Phil turned to him and said “Dad, lets go into the study I think it's time for a talk."
They were soon seated in the study and Phil had brought each of them their favorite drinks as he started to speak.
"Dad, I know you have wondered why I am still not married or at least engaged, and I don't know just how much you have questioned the fact that Craig has never married either."
Craig jumped in continuing the story, " Well Greg, old buddy, when you married Jennifer I thought I would about die, but then I found that you two were about to have a son and I couldn't bear the thought that I couldn't be around you and your child. I never wanted any more in life than to be with you."
Phil then picked up the story, "Dad when I left for college I ended up in a discovering that I really was gay, but I never thought you'd understand. I went to Craig since for some reason I thought I could talk to him, and he accepted me as I am, and as of late, Craig has become my lover. The two of you always seemed liked reflections in the mirror. So identical, hell even yours names are so close you are like twins, but as close as I always felt Craig was to me, he wasn't you, my father, and I couldn't take the chance that you'd reject me. The truth of the matter is, I had always wanted to be your lover, but just couldn't see how that could be possible, you were just so straight"
Craig continued, "And when you told me about you fantasy vacation plans, and I remembered your comments about considering other men, then deciding not to carry them through, I had a feeling that once again you where doing what you have always done. Put what you think are others wishes ahead of yours, but Phil and I knew that there was just no way that you would just accept what we wished you would accept. I too was afraid of your rejection; I could not have faced it. All these years, Greg, I had wished that it could have been me instead of Jennifer that was with you. I always had that nagging feeling that you wanted that relationship we had as fuck-buddies to go on but just couldn't bring yourself to carry it through. It seems odd that at this late time in our life it would be your son who would end up bedding me and convincing me that we both needed you as well."
"So Dad, when Craig told me about your fantasy and your past comments, we checked around and believe or not there are really some pretty good shrinks at that place we just brought you home from. After questioning us for hours and checking every psychological exam you had ever taken they designed the program that they said would allow you to break through all your barriers and finally be able to not only accept, but join us. So at this point we have to lay it on the line and pray that we were correctly directed, “Dad, do you want us to leave for what we did to you, or did we have good counsel?"
Greg's mind was in overload as all the occurrences of the recent past flashed through his mind. His ultimate concern was whether or not these two would accept him and here, they were worried that he wouldn't accept them when they where the ones who had the courage to try something though so totally bizarre, he could never have considered let alone planned and executed it.
He looked across the room at the two most important people in his life and saw the concern and worry that was painfully evident in their faces as they waited for his reply. How could he do anything else but love them. Their worry seemed only to intensify as he rose and started towards them. As he came near to them and reached out to surround them both with his arms they melted into one as he turned to Phil and asked, "Does this means we have to adopt if we want to hear the patter of little feet?"
With that the sudden sound of laughter was quickly silenced. They took their first step towards their life as lovers. Their mouths sought out each other in passionate and deep kisses as Phil and Craig began to massage the rings on the chest of their long awaited companion. With a loving touch their other hand sought out Greg's PA and as the two men grasped it firmly they pulled Greg towards the stairs and into their lair.
To be continued...
Posted: 08/20/10