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Subject: {ASSM} STORY Cabin Fever 5.D (m/m b and d)
Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2000 22:10:12 -0500
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Cabin Fever (5.D)
(NOTE:...the unedited transcript below is from an ongoing cyber/roleplay
scene...other than fixing some (not all) 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...Uwant2hurt's character is david...a sadistic man who play's
mind games with his prey...mentally stripping away their sense of indentity as
he sexually torments them...Bnd4tormnt's character is "faggot"...a straight
man, who finds himself bound..trapped...at Uwant2hurt's cruel pleasure...stevie
is the name of another captive held in a sub-basement of a shed at the back of
the cabin...chuck is the name of a fellow sadistic co-conspirator of
Uwant2hurt's...]
PART TWENTYONE...David's Story
Uwant2hurt: [david keeps your balls in his hands...not really hurting them
but holding them firmly... with an intent to cause you pain should you not keep
still and just listen... he looks down to collect his thoughts as you become
aware that maybe for the first time in his life, david is telling someone of
his own private hell...]
i was born not far from here but far enough i guess... you go too much further
into these woods around here and you will enter another world... one you
probably never thought existed... laws and society don't have any meaning...
people that far back into the woods don't care about your world and don't want
anyone to come snooping into theirs... it's a world where a drunken father can
beat his first wife to death... and no one cares... where his only son is
beaten and abused and no one notices... cause there's no one there to give a
shit... my father found another woman stupid enough to live with him... and she
got the same treatment my own mother did... only she brought her son from a
first marriage with her to catch hell, too... she treated me nice, but the
son?... well i thought he hated me... just because he didn't get along with his
mother and i did... he was always staring at me... gave me the creeps... that
son was chuck...
chuck was older than me... and he treated me like crap... but oddly enough he
protected me from my father... chuck was a big boy even then and chuck kept him
in check... his mother took good care of me and it broke my heart when i saw my
father treat her like shit... we went on living like this for a couple of
years...til chuck joined the service... left us all to the mercy of my dad...
the woman i thought of as my own mother now... well, she just up and left not
long after chuck... fled one night to escape the fuckin' insanity of living
with my dad... she left me behind... i woke up one morning and she was gone...
my dad was angry... blamed me... from then on...punished me...he kept me close
to the cabin... took me out of high school and made me work around the place to
earn what little money we had... we were poor... real poor
like i said... no one goes this far back into the woods unless they have to
for some ungodly reason... and there was a man who did have that ungodly
reason... he was a rich fucker... built this large compound even deeper in the
woods than our cabin... i saw trucks go into the compound a lot... saw them go
into the barns... i would hear a lot of yelling and screaming... but never saw
much of anyone except for a couple of hired hands walking around now and
then... but then... maybe once or twice each month... and always at night...
these fancy sports cars and limos would show up... these men would go into the
main house...and wouldn't leave until dawn or later the next day... some of
them... you could just tell were faggots... real screamers... i would watch
them from my hiding place... watch them get out of the cars... hiding there...
trying to figure out what went on in that house at night... i thought i could
hear screams sometimes... but i couldn't tell...
i thought i was well hidden, too...but i guess i wasn't all that good at it...
i must have been seen... cause one day this man came to our cabin door...real
fat guy...introduced himself to my father as the man who owned the compound...
i overheard him tell my dad that he had seen me on his property the night
before and demanded that he make sure i stayed off... this guy was a pig... a
rich queer pig... he looked like a pig... acted like a faggot... had the
attitude to pretend like he wasn't... and he could read my father like a
book... took one look at the hellhole we lived in and knew he could get my
father to do anything... i made the mistake then of showing myself to this rich
fucker... i was going to apologize for trespassing... hoping it would get my
father off my back later... it was a big mistake... i was 18 at the time... it
was hot... i wore only a pair of shorts... i know i had a nice body and a cute
face... i was everything a greedy, rich, perverted faggot would want...
god!!!!!!...i even saw him get hard as i apologized to him... i swear he was
drooling at me...
after that meeting, the pig would make regular visits to the cabin... he and
my father would talk... this went on for a week or so... i got curious as to
what they were doing... snuck around one night and listened in on the
conversation... i heard about some cash payment the pig would pay to my dad...
how he wasn't to ask any questions... my dad said that it wasn't anything to
worry about... no one keeps track of people back here... i started to cry when
i heard him say to the pig that he could have me... his own son... for whatever
he wanted... to just give him the money and he wouldn't care... i ran to my
room to cry... freaking out... my dad must of heard cause he charged into my
room to find out what was going on... i confronted him with what i knew... he
just beat the crap of me and left... but he must of had the same thoughts i was
having cause he came right back with a chain and some locks... locked one end
of the chain to some pipes near the floor... the other end was locked around my
ankle... any plan i was formulating to escape quickly died... the pig came in
just then and asked my dad to get me to strip naked for him... my dad did as he
asked and forced me to get naked...i was so fuckin scared and humiliated...
but i had no choice... i could practically see the fat fucker cream in his
pants as i lowered my jockeys... the arrogant fuck didn't care if my father
watched or not... he just came over and started to inspect me... fondle me...
my ass... cock... my own father just watched as he got me hard... in fact he
held my hands away from my crotch as the pig played with me... he told my dad
that he was pleased... that one of his men would be by to collect me by noon
the next day... he warned my dad to keep his mouth shut or he would end up with
his throat slit... they left me there naked... to just cry and dread what the
next day would bring...
it appears that money can buy you anything and let you do everything... and it
turns out that i was sold and delivered into a money making operation my dad's
new friend was running... it was a slave ring... all male... and all for sex...
in any hellish form... the compound was built out there for it's isolation...
very rich men paid a lot of money to have the opportunity to do whatever they
liked to some very attractive boys... all so very discreet... the boys were
usually abducted street hustlers... and men unfortunate to be attractive enough
that someone arranged for them to just disappear... i was one of the ones that
disappeared...
my dad said to the one or two people who noticed i was missing that i had run
away... no one asked where he suddenly got all that money he was spending on
drinking himself to death... i only know what my dad was saying and doing cause
chuck told me... he had returned after his years of military service was up...
looking for his mother... not aware til dad told him that she had been long
gone... but chuck being the opportunist that he is decided to stay with my dad
and find out where he got all this cash he was flaunting... didn't take too
much or too long to get him drunk enough for him to brag to chuck that the
money came from selling my ass to some rich faggot five miles further in the
old woods...
chuck was bold and stupid enough to go out there that night to try and find
me... i know there was a confrontation at the main gate with the rich pig's
security people but somehow... someway... he got himself in to see the fat fuck
himself... chuck says he just kicked some ass... broke some bones... and when
it looked to the fat fuck that things were getting way too out of hand, the fat
fuck negotiated a truce with him... chuck thinks he had the hots for him and
the pig probably did...but i think the pig was smart enough to sense he had
someone with military training and skills he could use in his operation... that
chuck was someone who was as devious as he... and perhaps just as sadistic...
i'm sure the pig knew that chuck was as big a faggot as he was... i think
that's why he let chuck into the main house to see me... he knew, even if chuck
didn't, as to what chuck really wanted... if chuck wanted me freed he would
have gone to the state police... but if chuck were just plain curious... just
wanted a taste of what went on there, then maybe chuck could be lured... used
for the business... the slave ring needed an enforcer and chuck was a prime
candidate for the job...
so it turned out chuck wasn't really there to free a captured loved one... he
wanted a piece of the action... the fat fucker was stupid enough to let him
in... and that would be his downfall... chuck found me that night tied spread
eagle and naked on a bed... a group of men had just finished playing with me
and i was a mess... covered in their cum... my own cock bound and hard... chuck
walked into the room and just laughed... said long time no see... i wept in
humiliation at him seeing me like this and wept even more when i realized he
wasn't there to save me... he was kind and gentle with me as he talked... even
cleaned my body with a warm rag... he told me of his army life as he tended to
my body... i begged him to untie me... pleaded... he said no... he had made a
deal... he was going to help run the compound... make ten percent of the
take... i pleaded more and he just stripped... got on the bed and made me blow
him... all the while promising protection for me if i became his slave... he
came in my mouth telling me how he would always jack off thinking about me and
now he wanted to control me...possess me...
life was easier for me after chuck arrived... i had been through hell before
he had gotten there... i was still relatively new... considered prime meat...
used only for the best clients and their fuckin' sick torture games... i
endured a lot... you can imagine what i went through... i've done a lot of the
same things to you... you become something else as you have to let men do those
things... horrible things to your body... you change... and it wasn't just the
tortures... it was the sounds that changed me even more... you see... you can
hear them... the slaves that is... the ones considered used goods... they were
the ones that were used for the ceremonies an elite group of rich guys
performed in the basement... their screams would last throughout the night...
none us knew what went on down there but we never saw those slaves again and we
all prayed we never would be classified as used goods... even though we all
knew that day would come soon enough...
chuck took me away from all of that after he started... he was kind...
gentle... i was kept in chains... but his lovemaking was sweet... hot...
slow... his cock was pure pleasure... as the other slaves were tortured, i
would have chuck fuck me with a passion... our relationship evolved then... he
took me under his wing, protected me from the world around me... he is the one
who introduced me to the sadistic pleasures in sex... having me particpate in
the torment of my fellow slaves... i became no better than the fat fuck...
the fat fuck was not thrilled with my relationship with chuck and was becoming
wary of chuck's growing support amongst the rich clients who became more
fearful by the day that their secret retreat would be discovered... themselves
ruined and destroyed... all by the careless operations the fat fuck was using
to procur fresh meat... their unease was being spoon fed by chuck who had
determined the fat fuck weak and ready to have his business taken away from
him... all chuck needed was the right kind of support which would come from
leaking information about the shoddy way the slaves were now being abducted...
the fat pig decided something had to be done before his own clients turned on
him... he arranged for chuck to go on some fabricated business trip for several
days... while he was gone it was determined that i was now used goods... and
was taken to the basement for the ceremony to be performed that evening...when
chuck returned...i would be gone...and the fat pig would then take care of
chuck...
TO BE CONTINUED...further installments will be posted...and please, please,
please...feedback is very much appreciated...send email to Uwant2hurt@aol.com
or Bnd4tormnt@aol.com
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