Trial
by the Rod )Part One)
by
Fabnob
I don't think I could ever be described as a
brave man and I would always back away from a fight or a confrontation. However
on this particular day when I saw this young lout picking on a helpless dog, I saw
red. I verbally tore him off a real strip and he was obviously very embarrassed
as it was in front of some of his friends. But the look on his face left me
with an uneasy feeling; it was a look of pure malice and hatred. I later learnt
that this young guy was called Rodney or Rod for short and He was to ruin my
life for the next few years. A week or two after the above incident, I arrived
home fairly late in the evening and although it was high summer it was already
dark. My house is set back some distance from the street and is hidden by tree
growth, it's nice and private. Once off the street and with my door keys in my
hand somebody grabbing me from behind suddenly startled me. My heart almost
stopped so great was the surprise and shock. Don't struggle and don't make any
noise, whispered a voice into my ear. I complied readily. Much to my surprise
the stranger then began to play his hand around my crotch area. And even more
to my surprise I began to bone up. I was paralysed with fear and then I felt my
light summer shorts being shucked down until I was naked from the waist down.
Then the voice said "ok Tony now" and there was a blinding flash. I
felt the hands holding me release and I was free. I stood still for a few
seconds before rushing into the house and locking the door behind me. What the
hell was all that about I worried and then I realised that my cock was still
rigid. It couldn't have been more than half an hour later, when the doorbell
rang. Still wary I slipped the doorchain on before opening it. Remember me
bastard, came the voice. Indeed I did it was the lout I'd had the problem with
a week or so ago. Open the door and let met in he demanded. What do you want I
queried him? Just to talk about this, he handed me a photograph. My heart sank
when I saw that it was a photo of him and me, I had my shorts down and had a
huge erection that he was playing with. Oh god no I said. Oh yes he laughed,
it's a good likeness of us both isn't it and I'm only 17yo. Good jailbait don't
you think. Let me in you've got a lesson to learn. I realised that I had better
let him in so that I might be able to talk round. That was a futile hope
however. A soon as the door was closed he snapped get me a drink, beer'll do.
I'll have to get some from the garage fridge. Whatever he said. I went through
to the garage taking my time and working out in my mind what I would say. When
I got back to the lounge he wasn't there. I quickly realised that he was in my
bedroom. I went into that room he was looking at some magazines of mine. They
were bondage mags. So you're into all this shit he smirked at me and indicated
some hunk in a severe hog-tie position. I didn't answer he kept reading and
then said, you got some of this equipment then. I nodded my head towards the
cupboard. He opened it and saw the array of items I had aquired over the years.
He turned, let's see you get naked then. Pardon I said stunned. You heard me he
said smacking me hard on the arse. Again I allowed him to gain the upper hand
and quickly shed my meager clothing. Good now lie down on the floor, face down.
I did as he bade me. He then placed the open mag alongside of me and began to
copy the hog-tie he saw there. He very quickly and roughly tied my hands behind
me. Please I begged that's too tight it's cutting the circulation, it wasn't
yet but I knew it soon would. His answer to my pleas was to force a large penis
gag into my mouth as I complained, reducing my pleas to only mmmpppfs. This
seemed to amuse him immensely. He next tried a really hard open palmed slap
onto my defenceless butt and got a muffled scream through my gag, which he
again enjoyed. Great he laughed, just great, you're in no position now to tell
me what to do are you, and he again smacked my butt savagely. Mmmpppf, I
screamed, it hurt like hell. Bored with this he continued with my hog-tie tying
my crossed ankles tightly together and then looping further rope around them
and pulling them sharply upwards to join my wrists. I was now totally helpless,
bound, gagged and not even able to roll onto my side. It's now about 10.00pm he
said I've got to go home now as I've been grounded. But if you're lucky I'll
sneak out again, come back and release you then. Otherwise you'll have to stay
this way until the morning. He took the pile of mags with him, slapped my butt
again, found my house keys, turned out the lights and left. I struggled wildly
for about ten minutes before I realised that I wasn't going to get free from
these bonds. I lay silently for a while then, tears filling my eyes as I began
to feel sorry for myself. Here I was a mature man reduced to this state by a
mere boy. I felt deeply ashamed and resolved to rectify the situation as soon
as I could. I had no idea how long I had lain there unable to help myself in
any way. I was aching from the severity of the hog-tie (usually one of my
favourite positions) and my mouth was dry and tired from the size of that gag.
I think I may have dropped off to sleep for a while, when suddenly I heard the
key in the front door lock. Mmmpppf I tried to call out. Don't worry came the
reply it's only your Master returned. The lights snapped on and he dropped the
pile of mags he had taken onto the couch. Interesting reading he smiled at me,
I think we'll try a few other things I've been reading about in here. He then
undid the bindings from my ankles to my wrists allowing my legs to straighten
for the fist time in a few hours. Pain shot through my stretching cramped
muscles, I was very stiff. He then lifted me and draped my still bound body
across an arm of the couch. Oh no surely not, I thought as I realised the
vulnerability of my new position. But I recalled that some of the pics in the
mags showed bound guys being fucked. But before this was to happen he produced
a short leather strap, this is my Dad's and it's licked my butt on many an
occasion but now it's going to taste yours.
To be continued…