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From: uwant2hurt@aol.com (Uwant2hurt)
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Subject: {ASSM} Cabin Fever (1.A) m/m b and d
Date: Sat, 4 Mar 2000 00:10:12 -0500
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Cabin Fever (1.A)
(NOTE:...the unedited transcript below is from an ongoing cyber/roleplay
scene...other than fixing some typos it reads exactly as it has been improvised
online via an AOL IM...it is being submitted for your possible
entertainment...we assume you are over 18 and wish to read a story containing
sexual content...further installments can be posted...and feedback is
appreciated...send email to the above address or at Bnd4tormnt@aol.com)
PART ONE...Baiting the Trap
Uwant2hurt: [intro: i toy with my victims first...let them slowly realize
how deep the shit is that they are getting into...so i let you sleep that first
night in the cabin...you were lost and needed shelter...i was pleased you slept
nude...you weren't pleased to find all your clothes missing when you woke up...
i am having my coffee at the table when you enter...]
Bnd4tormnt: <still a bit groggy and shy at being naked... morning hard on
and all> hey, mister..... i can't find my clothes....
Uwant2hurt: ah...morning...have some coffee...must've had a good dream
Bnd4tormnt: <hand instinctively goes to hide erection... moving to table
and sitting> thanks for the coffee, i can sure use some... i did sleep great
though... appreciate your hospitality
Uwant2hurt: no problem...hardly see anyone up here...surprised you found
the place... you get that dick to go down yet?
Bnd4tormnt: <sputtering my coffee when you mention my dick> i.. uh... hey,
sorry... it's just... you know...natural for me in the morning. <changing the
subject> like i said i appreciate your hospitality last night... that storm and
all... my car got stuck in a ditch and i had no choice but to start walking...
looking for help
Uwant2hurt: did i upset you?....mentioning your hardon?....sorry....it's
just us guys here...
Bnd4tormnt: i know... i know... guess it's kind of stupid, huh? <nervous
laughter... sipping coffee>... so you think i could get my clothes in a bit and
try and find someone to pull my car out...? looks like another storm is coming
in a few hours....
Uwant2hurt: you find it cold in here...? you want me to start a fire...?
your car's in my shed out back... a friend towed it there during the night...
Bnd4tormnt: really?... why didn't you wake me?... i don't want to trouble
you... i should get going then...
Uwant2hurt: not with this storm...besides...the car needs repairs....
Bnd4tormnt: what kind of repairs...?<going to look out window, worried>
Uwant2hurt: you work out?...sure looks that way....
Bnd4tormnt: <feeling more and more vulnerable standing bare before this
stranger...> uh... yeah... listen, if you will just give my clothes, i can get
going and try to beat the storm... <moving around the cabin looking>
Uwant2hurt: what's the problem dude?
Bnd4tormnt: look, man... i just want my clothes... ok?
Uwant2hurt: [you look under the couch and pull out some gay b&d mags]
Bnd4tormnt: shit, man! i don't know what's going on, but enough's enough,
ok?
Uwant2hurt: what???? [playing dumb]
Bnd4tormnt: where the fuck are my clothes and my keys, man?
Uwant2hurt: your clothes are being washed, you fuckin ingrate...your keys
are over on the mantle...
Bnd4tormnt: hey, i'm sorry... i... just... you got me a little
nervous...ok... don't you have anything i can put on here... a robe...
shorts... anything?
Uwant2hurt: what has gotten you so fuckin worked up....?
Bnd4tormnt: look... i saw those mags and they made me nervous... i just
need to get going and ... i'm sorry... <going to mantle and seeing my keys>
Uwant2hurt: you saw some mags...what mags? [coming closer]
Bnd4tormnt: those mags under the couch.... look i don't care what you are
into... but i really need to get going... got a long drive today.... so... if..
you will... just... <backing away, feeling cornered>
Uwant2hurt: [smiling] what kind of mags were they dude? [getting closer]
Bnd4tormnt: look, back off, man! <looking to the door, getting nervous>
Uwant2hurt: i told you my friend says the car isn't operational... and
this snow isn't letting up....
Bnd4tormnt: yeah, well i wanna check for myself if that is ok with you!
Uwant2hurt: not really dressed for the occasion there...you'll freeze your
cock off... bet the girls would miss that...
Bnd4tormnt: shit, man!... my girlfriend is expecting me... just give me my
damn clothes... <backed against the wall... escape to the door blocked>
Uwant2hurt: come on back to the table...have some coffee... your clothes
should be ready soon... did you see my bondage magazines?
Bnd4tormnt: <staying where i am... not moving> yeah, i saw them... i said
i didn't care... i'm not into that shit...
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