HIDDEN AT THE WRONG PLACE

BY VOIKOVE

[ part 2 ]

The story you are about to read is entirely fictitious. No real person, place or situation is portrayed. No story of mine contains any real character, thing, place or situation. No story of mine implies that I would like to see it or any part of it happen in RL. My stories are simply an exercise of mind.

Peter opened slowly his eyes, the alarm clock made a terrible noise. He switched them off and he stretched his limbs to wake up. As he was really awake he searched for remote control and switched on the TV. Yes he liked it to lie in his warm, soft and cuddly bed and to watch a cartoon in the morning. It was Monday morning quarter past eight and his holidays. Peter worked as computer scientist in a big firm with over 10 000 employees. A half year ago there was an internet crash and they had to work all day and night and they worked a lot of overtime. They got no overtime premium so the overtime was attached to the holidays. A few weeks ago his boss said he had to take some holidays after this hard work and he should take the hours from the overtime to relax a few weeks. So Peter had five weeks no work and at this point he visit Alex. He knew it was destiny. After two cartoons he decided to watch for his guest.

First he went to the bathroom, went on the toilet, next he brushed his teeth and then he took a shower. He cleaned his whole body, especially his private parts and his butt. After drying his body he was ready for a new day of training. Peter decided to stay naked because Alex will see him very often naked in the future so he could begin with it today.

The door was opened, the room was dark in fact of the closed shutters. Peter switched on the light. Wonderful, the boy was there where he leaved him. Alex hung in his torture from the ceiling and made no move. ‘Shit, I hope he didn’t die in his torture.’ Peter hoped. He stopped the CD on the hi-fi system and took the headphones from the boys head. Then he untied the blindfold and lifted the boys head. Alex hung there for over 14 hours now and he couldn’t move a muscle, the stress on his body was too much, he hung there like a lifeless carcass. Peter gave the boy a few slaps on his cheeks.

“Hey, wake up. Look at me.” Peter knew the boy hadn’t slept and he also knew that his mind didn’t work after so much pain, but he tried to get the boy awake, so he can concentrate on what came next. It worked, life came back in his body and Alex felt the pain again. ‘Ohh no, it was no dream, I still hung there.’ Alex recognized and tears built up in his eyes.

“Good, you are here. I think you suffered enough, so I made it more comfortable for you. Peter untied the dumbbells and laid them next to the training bench. Then he controlled the whole body. Blood had run down his body from his nipples and his navel and dried, but everything else was just fine. Alexs body was covered with sweat and it glittered in the light of the lamps. Peter loved this view, slapping him on his cheeks, causing his entire body to shudder.

Peter went to Alexs head and lifted it again. “Can you hear me?” There was not really a reaction, but Peter saw in Alexs eyes that now he was completely there. Peter saw that the boy hung to high for his next plan, so he took a stool and lowered the body on all three cords. Now the head was in the height of Peters crotch. Peter still had an erection in case of his view and he untied the gag from the boy. He took the sock out of his mouth.

“Now you will learn how you have to suck a cock. When you are pleasant your punishment will stop soon, if you are not the pain will continue and get worse and worse. So open your mouth.” Alex did as told in hope to get free. Peter shoved his 10 inch long cock in his mouth that the tip touched the boys throat. “Now suck on it and play with the tongue around my cock. Surprise me a little bit.” Peter ordered. Alex began to suck and Peter rammed his hips back and force. Peter took his time and after 10 minutes he felt the urge to come. He pressed his hips against the boy and pressed the boys head with his hands on his crotch and then he spurted his cum in the boys mouth. He spurted a lot of time and his body shuddered. Alex had no choice, he swallowed the cum from his new master and tried to get air, but his mouth was full and his nose in Peters crotch. He began to suffocate and he wriggled in his hanging bondage, then he blacked out again.

Peter went back and enjoyed this orgasm when he saw what happened to Alex. “Shit. Alex? Are you awake?” He went to Alex and laid his hand on the boys neck. “Ohh great, there is a pulse. He blacked out, that’s all.”

Then he left the boy and went in his bedroom, there he put on his daily clothes. A blue jean over his sexy underwear, a white T-shirt and white socks. He took his money bag and went back to his slave boy. He thought he could suffocate if he gagged him so hard this time after the oral sex. Peter took the tape, ripped off a piece and gagged him with that. Then he opened the shutters, he knew nobody could see through this window. He had a huge balcony in front of this room and the living room which was the next room if you went through the door. At the end of the balcony was a huge wall, so the neighbours couldn’t look around them, not even the hung themselves over the balustrade. So Peter hoped Alex would see that there is no hope when he will wake up.

Peter leaved his flat and his slave and drove to the next property market. He need some stuff for a new torture. Last night he got a lot of tips from his friends in the chatroom, he noticed some of them and was cheerful to try them.

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Alex woke up. ‘Where I am? What is...?’ Then he recognized where he was and what going on. The pain came back and Alex had only one wish, he wanted to die. He tried to look on his body, but his head didn’t really do what he wanted. All blood was in his brain and he had a terrible headache. After a few tries he could see his nipples. ‘Ohh my god!’ he thought. They where about 3 inches away from his body. Blood was everywhere and the needles made holes in his soft skin. Alex lifted his head more, this was a good feeling, the blood ran down and his head felt free. He looked between his nipples and what he saw was as bad as the thing before. His balls where in a deep red, maybe purple and his cock was near black. ‘Ohh god, my weenie is necrotized.’ Alex thought. A big needle stuck out from the penis and a thread around his cocktip was bound to needles they stuck in his navel, and there was blood too. Then his head felt back, he tried to turn his head around and looked under him. His arms where tied to his legs. He could see the knots and also could see that he couldn’t also do anything here. There was no feeling in his limbs and his fingers where tied together. He looked on his lower legs and remembered what Peter had said yesterday. ‘You are mine now. Nobody will find you, help you or free you because nobody is searching for you. You have no more rights. You have no clothes or anything else and your naked body is mine, so you have nothing.’ Alex couldn’t believe it, he didn’t want that his nice lower legs and the rest of his body were Peters property now.

He moved his head and looked in the right direction. He saw the window with the computer table in front and the balcony door with a white net curtain hanging in front of them. Over the balustrade he could see a few tower blocks and a mountain with a green forest far away. It was unbelievable, he was 10 feet away from a door and his escape. All he had to do is to open the door, to go on the balcony and to cry for help. And where is the problem. He hung from the ceiling and couldn’t free himself. No, he couldn’t accept that. He forgot the pain in his body and began to twitch, to wriggle and to writhe to get free. ‘Maybe I can free me and this asshole didn’t notice it.’ Alex plucked up new courage and thought of himself free in the water park. He didn’t know that he was alone in this flat and the tape on his mouth came off with time.

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Peter got everything he wanted. He took as much as he could on his arms and went to his flat. Out from the elevator he opened the door, went in, closed the door behind him and went to the working room with his utilities. The he frightened because he could hear the boy. “Help, please, I was kidnapped, help, help, ohh god my body hurts, help ....” Peter heard in a quiet babbling.

He opened the door, the boy hung still in his bondage and he saw new blood was running down his body. Peter assumed that the boy wriggled hard to get free. Then he saw that the tape on the mouth was nearly felt off. Alex looked at Peter: “Please, let me down, I can’t take the pain anymore, please.” he begged.

“I can’t believe it. How long is this tape away? How long have you screamed? I hope the neighbours didn’t hear anything.” He looked on his watch, it was half past eleven. “Good, at this time nobody is in this house, except the old lady in the first floor and they hadn’t hear you, I know, she hear nearly nothing.”

Peter took the sock and the ball gag. “I think you need more pain to learn that you have to be quiet in here.”

“No, please no, not more pain, I do everything you want, but please no more ppmmm.”

Peter shoved the sock back in Alexs mouth and put the ball gag on. Alex hung there and gave up, he let the tension in his body go and hung there and wait for what will come next.

“Look my pretty boy, I got some thing to play with you. I go and get the rest, then I must in the net for a few minutes and then we both go to the bathroom and then we can eat. Is this okay for you, or will you hang around a little more?”

Alex nodded yes as fast as he could. Great, he knew he would do everything to get down from this hanging bondage. Maybe half an hour and then his feet will touch the ground. This time he will stand up to.

Peter left the room to get all stuff from the car in the underground car park in his working room, but now he called this room his torture room or his Alex-room. He had to go 6 times, but than he had everything.

He switched on his pc and during he waited, he turned his attention to Alex. He controlled the bonds again. “Alex, do you have to pee or shit?”

Alex nodded yes. ‘Great, it worked, he can’t press it out. Wonderful, so I can save him over days, if I must.’ Peter thought. He placed his hand on the boys chest between the nipples and the navel, then he pressed the boy down. Alex screamed and twitched. “This I do every time to you when you are loud again so as I came home. Okay?”

Alex nodded again. “Good” Then he took his hand away and went to the pc.

Peter opened an email from one friend and read:

Hi Peter!

You are fine? I have a construction guide for this moveable torture frame you prefer in the attachment. Tell me how it worked. And then the next, and read carefully and do what I say. You have to erase the whole past of the boy. First you have to find out what you need and I mean everything. When you got that, erase him. He had no past. He isn’t allowed to know his name, his age, where he comes from. All he should no is that he is ....... (Give him a new name) and that he forever lived as slave and had to observe you. When this happened you have broke him and he is yours forever. If you have questions, you can ask me and if it worked, please let me play sometimes with him. If he looked in real half good as on the webcam he seamed to be one of the greatest catch you have made from us all.

Good luck, your sm-friend Larry

Peter saved the attachment and turned around. Alex had a body from Adonis. ‘That is it, I’ll call you Ado when we are in the next training season. Your new name is Ado, forget Alex.’ Peter thought.

“Ready to get down?” he asked him.

Alex nodded his head in pain. He was glad that it ended now. Peter went and got the stool, he climbed up and untied the three cords. First from the balls and then left and right nipple. Alex screamed in his gag when his body hung on the nipples and then only on the right nipple, but when his body touched the floor, the pain was forgotten.

Peter took the cords away, then he untied the cock from the navel and he put the needles from the nipples and the belly button away. Next the clamps come lose. Alex screamed the whole time, the pain was terrible, but he could handle it in fact he new the things came away from his body. Peter rolled Alex on the stomach and then the hogtie was lost. Next he untied Alexs toes and ankles and he stood the boy on the floor.

Alex touched the floor with his soles from his feet since round about sixteen and a half hour. He was dizzy and his limbs were numb, he tottered but the feeling of standing came slowly back to him.

“Can you walk?” Peter asked and Alex nodded.

“Good, then let us go into the bathroom.”

With this accomplished Peter said: “Now I untie your cock and then I put the butt plug out of you. Hold it back until you sit on the toilet or you came back to our hanging game.”

He did as he said. First he untied the cock and put the needle out, next the butt plug. Alex sat on the toilet and let his faeces come out. When he finished Peter cleaned him and stood him up, next he pulled the carpet in the middle of the room on the side and the bathtub appeared full with water.

“Listen to me boy. Now I untie you completely. You get in the tub and you will wash you, everywhere. I could do that, but I think your testicles and nipples hurt and you will clean them alone, but I watch you the whole time. And clean your butt also inside. If you do anything wrong, I swear you the next time I sew you onto the ceiling.”

And he did as he said again. Then he helped Alex in the tub. “You will watch me?” Alex asked and he got immediately a box round his ears. “You have to call me master. Don’t forget this. Or, you know.”

“Yes master, sorry master.”

“Now ask again.”

“Will you watch me during my bathing, master?”

“Yes, and more, I’ll take some photos for our new family album. Now, go on.”

Alex cleaned himself as told. He washed the blood away and looked on his nipples. They were badly red and hurt at his sensitive touch. Peter took his pictures with his digital camera. These pictures went on the internet, he knew where he could sell them.

“Sorry master, but what do you mean with cleaning my ass inside, master?”

“Ohh god, are you stupid? Put your forefinger in your anal canal as wide as it gets and go on with that until the finger comes clean out of your canal, than you can stop.”

Alex did as told and when he finished, Peter helped him out of the tub. He let the water ran off and dried the boy with a towel. Alexs dark red hair was long enough to touch his ears. He looked cute with this length and his body glittered again from the water.

Peter led Alex into the living room, and there to the eating table next to the kitchenette. He ordered him to sit down on a wooden chair witch no arms. Peter put Alexs wrist back and tied them with rope together and fixed them to the chair. Then he tied the boys legs to posts, first his left leg at the ankle and at the knee, then the right leg the same way. He pushed the chair close to table. It seemed like his son sat on the eating table and waited for lunch if you didn’t look at his nakedness and his bonds.

“Do you want something to eat?”

“Yes, please master.”

Peter cooked some frankfurters, he loved this small sausages. When he finished he set the table and brought the sausages and bread, also cheese and mustard and a big bottle with cola. He eat two pairs of frankfurters, during that he fed Alex and that boy had a big hunger and thirst. Peter hoped he didn’t vomit later in case of this huge meal, but the boy deserved it after his long torture. Alex smiled when he finished the meal, now he was really full. That was the first smile Peter saw since he saw Alex in the water park.

After the table was cleared Peter came with a notepad and a pencil and sat down next to Alex.

“So, now you have to answer me some questions. Okay?”

“Yes master.”

“Wonderful. Tell me exactly your name, the place you grow up and everything about your father, mother and the other people there.”

“Why you want to know that master?”

“Don’t ask me questions, I ask, you answer. And answer good or we will play hangman, Understood?”

“Yes master. Sorry that I asked master.”

“Go on.”

“Yes master. My whole name is Alexander Martin Cooney.”

“What? Clooney, like the actor in Hollywood, George Clooney?”

“No master. Cooney.” Alex spelled it for Peter “C-O-O-N-E-Y, Cooney.”

“Ohh, Cooney, sounds like Rooney, the football player from England. Okay, forget it. Go on.”

“I was born on the 12.05.1993. I grew up in Hemshire, a small village about 50 miles away from here. I have told that.”

“Yes, I know this village. Than?”

“My mother Maria died when I was 5 months old on a cancer. She had no sisters and her parents died some years ago in a car accident. My father Charles worked on the site. He began drinking after her death the people told me. I knew him only in drunken situations. He was a orphan, that was the reason why I have to stay with him, I have no living relation apart from my father. We had some friends their, but I wasn’t on good terms with them, that’s why I ran away.”

Alex didn’t feel good when he told Peter everything from his life. Why he wanted to know these things. Alex believed that this knowledge will make him faster a slave and he tried to avoid that.

“Okay. Tell me where you lived in this city and tell me where you hide your clothes in the water park.”

Alex told him everything he wanted to know. Sometimes he thought if he should lie or if he should forget some things to tell, but then he thought on his torture last night and then he told Peter all he wanted to know. Peter wrote all he heard on the notepad. After eight sheets and one hour they were finished.

“Good. I let you onto the toilet and then I will fix you in your room to the bed. I have some things to do and when I come back, we will see how good you can masturbate. And remember what I’ve said, be pleasant and well-behaved than you’ll have a great time and otherwise, you know.”

“Yes master, I know, hangman, you sew me onto the ceiling, yes master.”

“Good boy. And the next thing you have to learn, forget your past. From now you are living here, you have always lived here. Your name is Ado and you are my little slave. Okay?”

“But …” Peter slapped on his checks.

“Okay?”

“Yes master.”

“Say it!”

“I’m Ado, I’ve always lived here, and I’m your little slave.” Alex repeated with tears in his eyes. He knew he was in a bad predicament.

“Wonderful, you learn fast.” Peter untied Alexs legs from the chair. Next he freed the boys hands and led him to the bathroom.

“Do your business and then come into your training room.” Alex went onto the toilet and Peter went into his Alex-room. He sorted the stuff which he bought and then he prepared the guest bed to tie Alex spreadeagled on it. So he can play with him and torture him with some hooks in the ceiling.

Peter recognized that Alex was now very long on the toilet. Maybe it was too early to let the boy alone. Peter walked quiet to the bathroom and opened the door. Alex had finished his business and stood on the toilet and watched through the open window. Alex talked with himself: “Shit, it’s 3 p.m. and nobody is on his way here. That’s unbelievable. Where are these guys, can nobody help me.”

“Hey, what are you doing here, you little bastard. Wait, I’ll punish you that for.”

Alex turned around. “Ups.” He tried to jump, but in this time Peter grabbed for him and both felt down on the hard tiled floor. Alex first stood up, took the toilet brush and smashed it several times on Peter had. He jumped over Peter and ran through the corridor to the flat door, but it was closed.

“Ohh fuck. Where are the keys?” Alex became nervously. This was his only chance to flee he knew, if it failed all will become more terrible. He turned around and looked for the key. “Holy shit, I must out of here.” Then he saw Peter who came around the corner, he was a little bit confused. Alex ran back nearly in Peters arms, there he beat him in the stomach and ran to the balcony door of the living room.

There he opened the door and looked for escape, but there was nothing. Alex looked for people, but also there was nobody. “Shit, I can’t believe it. What shall I do?”

Peter went in direction balcony, he tried to avoid that somebody will see the boy. Alex came back and they met together by the door. Peter grabbed Alex and both fought against each other till the lost their balance and felt on the parquet floor.

Alex jumped up and ran to the flat door, but Peter touched his feet, he tripped and felt back on the floor. He tried to jump up again, but now Peter was behind him and put his left foot on Alexs back. Alex watched to the door, his escape was so near, where was these key. Peter took Alexs hair in his hands, lifted the head up and beat them on the floor.

All he could see was stars and he had a bad ring in his ears. Peter lifted him up, carried him into the training room and threw him with his back on the gym mat. Next he sat on Alexs chest and the arms were fixed under his legs.

Alex looked in Peters eyes. “Sorry master, it was a mistake. Please don’t hurt me.”

“Too late buddy. You must be glad that I worked as a medic in my free time, so I know what I can do with you.”

Peter ripped of a piece from the tape and gagged Alexs with it. He turned the boy around and pulled his arms behind his back, there he pulled them up to the boys head and looked that the back of the hands touched. With much rope which he wrapped many times about the boys small wrists he bound his hands together and Alex couldn’t move them. Next with thread he tied the boys fingers, first he tied the two thumps together and then he tied the forefingers together and so on. With a second rope he tied the elbows together and with a third rope he tied the bonds together, so they became tighter and the mobility from the hands was like zero.

Alex put up a fierce struggle, but Peter was to strong. He turned himself around and took the boys left leg and pushed them hard back so the boys heel touched his own ass. With rope he tied the leg, he wrapped the rope around the ankle and the thigh and after he was sure it was enough he tied it off. Then he did the same to the right leg. No the boy was nearly hogtied. With thread which he wrapped a lot around the boys left big toe he tied the toe to the ankle bonds and he pushed very hard to be sure the boy couldn’t move his foot. He did the same thing with the other toes and then with all five toes on the other foot.

Peter left the room and came back with a metal pipe. He put cream on one side and lifted the boy by his hips. Then he rammed the pipe in the boys nearly virgin asshole (Except the butt plug last night). Alex wriggled around and screamed in his gag. He believed is anal canal chapped. Peter wrapped rope around the boys waist and then back to the pipe. He wrapped and wrapped until the rope was fixed, he tied it off and with tape he fixed the pipe a little bit more.

He pushed the boy aside and took a stabile table under the hooks. Alex was lifted with his back down on the table and Peter tied the boys toes, ankles and knees together and fixed the pipe with rope, which now stuck out between the boys lower legs. Next he took a catheter and put it into the boys urethra and shoved it back until it was in his bladder. Alex screamed the whole time, he wished he hadn’t tried to escape.

Peter said no word the whole time. He pulled out a ball-separator and installed it on the boy’s balls. The tiny balls pushed hard against the outer sack as they were forced away from their home. A rope was attached to the separator and the he came to the boys penis. He installed a metal ring on the base of the dick. He took care of the catheter. The dick filled slowly into the ring and held it snug. The ring had four small extensions protruding from the sides. Those would be used in a moment. Peter moved to the tip of the erect penis and grabbed a piece of foreskin. Another ring was hovered above the tip, this one with four small rubber clamps and four longer protrusions sticking out from the sides. Once all four clamps were securely attached to the foreskin, he pulled on the ring, stretching the skin as far as it would go. All the time he looked not the have problems with the catheter. The final elements were the extendable metal rods, which fitted between the top ring and base ring protrusions. After installing them, he extended each rod as far as they could be extended.

Alex wriggled around, he shook his head and bit on his teeth. Peter left the room and came back with a needle, a tearproof thread with plastic ingredients and a transparent tape. He ripped of four small pieces and made two X over Alexs right nipple about 2 inches away.

“Now I sew you to the ceiling. This tape prevent that your skin tear and after your torture you wouldn’t see scars.”

Peter rammed the needle with the thread attached through the middle of the X and looked that he came out with the needle at the middle of the other taped X. He also took care that he had enough flesh between the two points. He made two new X with tape over the boys left nipple and he rammed the needle with the thread also there through the flesh. Alex screamed in fact of this torture. He couldn’t believe that the pain could be worse then last night, but it was. Peter went on with it and did the same next to the nipples and 2 inches under the nipples. And then a lot more times, by his stomach left and right over the navel and under the navel. He decided to let the navel himself free, because he liked this small button and wanted to lick it and if it is also sewed to the ceiling it was a little problem. Peter went on with 4 X next to the boys pubic bone, then the legs. He made two X on each leg, first by his hips, then in the middle and then next to his knees.

It was unbearable and Alex couldn’t take it longer, but he didn’t black out, so he suffered the pain and prayed to god again. Now Peter had 36 lose ends from the thread, he jumped on the table and hoped he could carry this weight. Then he tied all ends to the hooks and he looked that the boy was in one line and every thread had nearly the same tension. Peter installed one final rod to the boys penis cage, that ran from the top of the cage to a hook on the ceiling. This would keep the cock straight up, to prevent any of the parts from coming undone. Alexs cock was caged in to the metal contraption with no way of going limp. It was a crude enlargement device, but it was very effective.

He took a penis gag, it was full plastic with a hole from the tip to the base, in which he shoved the lose end of the catheter. He took the tape on the boys mouth away, shoved the penis gag in his mouth and tied it behind his back. Alex couldn’t say a word and now he must swallow his own urine when he had to pee, there was no other way, the gag was big enough to make the boys tongue immobile and the urine could run without defence in the boys throat.

Peter went and got a big needle from the kitchen which he boiled in water. He put it against the boys nose in the middle between the nostrils, the he rammed it through and Alex screamed in horrible pain. Peter did a metal ring through the hole, attached a rope and tied this rope to the ceiling, so Alex couldn’t do everything with his head, only lift up and that not forever.

Peter looked in Alexs eyes and tears. “I hope this time you will learn what I mean. I’ll attach a canister to your pipe. This way you can make you business in your hanging position. I add a few things and then I hope you will enjoy your bondage, I think it will took a few days and then you will see the floor again.”

‘A few days? Please no, that will be the death for me.’ Alex thought. Peter left the room, Alex head was the nearest to the door so as last time, but the nosering and the rope prevented that he could look in this direction.

Peter cut an onion in small pieces. He had a special blindfold at home. It covered the eyes so the person who wears it won’t see anything, but there were to cages in it with a net to the eyes and Peter filled the cages with fresh onion. This will be terrible to Alexs eyes.

Peter went back, he taped Alexs eyelids open with duct-tape and put the blindfold on it and tied it behind his head. Peter shoved cotton in the boys ears and taped them close. Next he took a wooden stick and pushed it between the boys bound arms and back and tied it with many ropes till it couldn’t go away.

Alex waited for the next and Peter pushed the table away. No the whole weight hung on this thread and the pain went through his body. Alex began to wriggle hard and he screamed the whole time, but he wasn’t heard. Peter added the canister to the pipe, he had this equipment since 1 year because he tested it on himself. So he knew the canister fitted perfectly and when the boy shitted you couldn’t smell anything. Next he added a rope to the stick between arms and back, he took this rope and the rope which was added to the ball separator and tied them both to the dumbbell. This weight made more pain and Alex screamed till he blacked out.

Peter looked at his work. “Holy shit, I’m really good. I have an angel in one of the worst bondage I know.” He laughed, took some pictures, closed the shutters and left this room. Next he got all he needed and then he went to his car. He drove to the water park to find the plastic bag with Alexs stuff in it. He wanted to erase his existence also for the rest of the world.

Alex was the most of the time in a dreamless sleep. Sometimes he woke up, but the pain was too much to come to a logical sentence and then he felt back. After 1 hour he was only in trance when he woke up. He hung there in hope it won’t take many days.