Doing Some New Stuff
Chapter Three: Meeting The Basement
By Wade Wright
As they reached the bottom of the staircase, going into the basement, if anybody would have asked, Butch would have had to honestly admit that going to this basement was not turning out to be the exciting "event" that he had expected. It was just a normal basement. Nothing unusual, certainly nothing to give him any indication that this room could hold any extra and unusual fun and excitement.
The basement was only about 20 by 20, with a washer and a dryer on one wall, a number of storage shelves along two of the walls, a basket of dirty clothes on the floor, and about the only thing that he did notice that might have been just a little different than maybe expected, was the rather unfinished, "bathroom" off to the right side. The "bathroom" as he noticed had a sink, a toilet and a shower stall (the type you can buy fully constructed and assembled, and then just put in place), but the wall separating it from the other part of the room had never been finished. Other than that, this was simply a laundry room, and definitely not a playroom like any he had read about and had fantasized about getting to visit and play in someday.
As he stood there with Kyle still holding onto his elbow, he heard a rather peculiar, unusual click and turned to see Ron swinging open one of the storage shelves, opening it as if it were a door, and much to his complete, but very pleasant surprise, exposing a completely hidden room behind the fake shelving and door.
Kyle simply said, "Too many little nieces and nephews that can ask way too many questions."
Ron reached in, hit a switch and two bright red lights lit up the room to a subdued level.
Butch walked up toward the door, stopped and stared! Hooks and chains, ropes, tables, pulleys, harnesses, dildos, vice grips, paddles, racks, candles, leather straps, ankle restraints, collars, handcuffs, pipes, poles, blindfolds, towels, hoods, cages, sawhorses, floggers, pumping tubes, buckets, ball stretchers, weights, padlocks, gags, and even a straightjacket hanging on the wall opposite his doorway, made his mouth fall open, and the sight of everything completely took Butch's breath away!
This room was out of a "picture book" to Butch! He had read about rooms like this, had read stories that had rooms similar to this in them, or at least they were supposed to be much like this, but this one he knew was real! He was standing in the doorway of this room. Everything he saw, was right before him!
The room had wooden tables in it with tie-down hooks anchored in the floor and in the ceiling, and some on the table edge or top. It had a large X frame rack, of course with chains and restraints on the four lengths of it. It had leather covered tables, it had mats on some platforms and some mats on the floor. Chains hung from hooks in many spots in the ceiling, and along the walls. It had two cages. One for the poor restrained subject to only stand up good and tall in, way too narrow to bend over and scratch his ankle, and the other where he would of course eat his meal out of his dog dish.
As Butch attempted to gather everything into his mind, all so quickly, he saw an almost "store display" of dildos, neatly displayed on the counter top. From small, to almost screaming scary big, he just knew that each one of them would,---at some time, see the inside of his ass. Butt plugs, once again small to large and one that he seriously could not remove his eyes from, were also neatly displayed on the counter top, immediately beside the wicker basket that so pre-dominantly displayed some very common and ordinary candles, but candles that represented much more than just simple light! Each candle represented the excitement of knowing that one, each and every small drip of wax, onto his bare butt, onto his sensitive tits or maybe completely covering his bare dick, would represent, to his masters, his total and unflinching commitment, to them, to allow his body to be overtaken by them, and be used and played with to their heart's content. As he stood there and visually absorbed, all of the "tools" of the room, he knew he was, finally and at this point in time, submitting himself, and his body, to the full and complete use by the two hot, hunky muscular men that had accepted him as their boy toy to play with and to enjoy.
Still trying to mentally comprehend the complete collection of sexual items that he was now being introduced to, he started realizing the enormous amount of chains and leather straps that hung from the ceiling and from certain sections of the wall. Close by, and of course within easy reach of some of these straps were a nice collection of paddles and whips. Wooden paddles, leather paddles, padded paddles and paddles with holes, simply to allow not only a faster smack and crack on the ass, but to leave a trophy of use where each little hole bruised the skin and left its mark of distinction.
Small items so neatly laid out on the counter top and so ready for use were as equally exciting and at the same time, intimidating. Padlocks, blindfolds, mouth gags, tit clamps, which did include vice gripes of which Butch had read about before, but had never had the opportunity to feel clamped onto his nipples. Ball stretchers, nut and bag weights, collars, cock vacuum pumps and also some hoods, all excited him and at the same time made him question if he had actually allowed himself to get into something that could turn out to be much more of a horror story, than just an act of play. Something, ---something much different than simply an opportunity of expressing, and taking advantage of his true desires to be a manly man, with some other very manly men, and allow himself to be completely controlled and used by two men that he actually did not know, nor know anything about. He did suddenly realize that some men have, in the past, completely and unexplainably disappeared, never to be heard of again. He had read stories, published in some of the shadier publications, about men that he had assumed were just made up men, that had allowed themselves to be taken off of the street, and into the night, anticipating a night of fun and adventure, allowing themselves to be used by some hunky sexy men as their toy of pleasure, only to be never heard of again. Suddenly the stories of mystery and drama that had forced him to keep his night light on, after reading late at night, were becoming much, too much, of a possible reality.
Trying desperately, Butch was mind searching to attempt some recollection of knowing now if those stories and events he had read about had really been declared a true novel, or were they true life accounts of actual mystery/murder cases? Suddenly his mind was having troubles remembering which way it really was! He knew he had read articles before, about actual sexual play sessions that had gotten out of control, or were purposely planned that way, to where one of the parties never had the chance to play again. He knew he was one small sized man, compared to the two very large muscular men that he was now with, in their secret, basement, room. If this type of a sex play session was a possibility, he knew he was a very possible goner!
They were in the country,--someplace in the country! He knew they were maybe 15 or 20 minutes outside of town, but since his face was deeply buried in Ron's basket during the entire ride, Butch had no idea at all of where they had taken him. He simply knew that when he had gotten out of the truck, the country house was far enough away from any other houses, that even if he needed to, and did manage to escape to the outside of the house, nobody would be able to hear his calls for help. The location this farm house was now starting to stand out as a major factor if, yes if, he had managed to put himself and his life in danger.
Butch was now re-assessing his intelligence, or his complete stupidity, in letting himself actually be kidnapped, stolen away into some country location with two very strong, muscular men, that he now had no real reason to think were just the nice, easy going admired men in the Leather Man bar.
As he re-thought, even the location of the bar, in the very deepest of the dark, back alley, he pondered the looks and actions of even some of the other men that were there. He realized that his excitement of finally going to some leather type of a bar had gotten his excitement level very elevated and his juices flowing to a point that he very possibly could have allowed himself to walk into a situation of bodily danger, or even more threatening, death danger. Suddenly the very vivid and life threatening stories that he had read, and had so thoroughly enjoyed, while stroking on his own dick in his heightened level of excitement, were becoming way too real! This time, he was not stroking his dick! This time, it was not a story to just be put aside on the bed-stand! This time, it was in a secret room in a farm house basement, far away from any life saving person, ---with two men that he simply knew nothing about, except that they were each individually hot enough that he would have gladly gone with either one of them, and never asked a question. Not only had he gone with one of them, but he had gone with both of them, two very strong men that would have no trouble at all in doing to him, whatever they decided to do, good, bad, or even------deadly! He had relinquished himself to their actual ownership, since he no longer had any say about anything he wanted, thought, or desired. His years of danger free dreaming of being with exactly this type of men, ---that he was now a very possible human slave to, had allowed him to mindlessly grab onto his very first opportunity. An opportunity of having two very muscular, very strong built men, men that should be magazine models, take him into parts unknown, and very possibly set him up for actions of unspeakable terms. Unspeakable terms, except, when they are written into some magazine or paperback book. Written for some young man to read, and to help him dream about being so submissive that maybe he could "be that man" that gets to experience such, hot, hunky, man to man actions, only to have his life used as part of the fun.
Sorting thoughts out as quickly as he could, Butch suddenly realized that during his readings, he had never exactly held as true, the parts of the account where the horny young man, overpowered by his large football player built guys started doing harm to him. The build up, the anticipation of the actions and the interactions and the sexual acts that the young man was getting to live and enjoy, were the great parts that had turned Butch on so highly, but now, he was realizing the much more potentially dangerous parts, the parts he had rather ignored.
Butch suddenly realized that nobody at home knew where he was this week-end. He had not told anybody where he was going for the week-end nor even that he would be gone. Nobody at the bar knew who he was. If he never showed up at the bar again, who would ever wonder why? The only item of any identity of him was the car, and if something final did happen to him, getting rid of a car was a very easy item to do. He had read about any number of cars that simply "fell in," down along the river's edge.
Kyle looked at Butch, as Butch stood there rather frozen and asked, "OK guy? Like what you see? This is the room, we call it our playroom, and we are going to enjoy using you as part of the play. OK?" Butch was not quite as gung-hoe as he had been before he saw all of the equipment, and his hesitation was noticed by Ron and Kyle.
"Hey man, it's all OK!" Ron reassured Butch. "You're OK. You didn't expect quite so much did you?"
"No, no I really didn't, I guess!" Butch replied. "God yea man, this is a lot of stuff!"
"Hey man, it's a lot of stuff, but it's all for fun." Kyle stated and reassured again. "Butch, it all fun stuff! You still with us, or have you changed your mind?"
"Oh man, I didn't expect to see this much stuff! Can you guys promise me I'll be OK? You won't hurt me any will you?"
"Hey Butch! We told you earlier that you might feel some hurt and some pain, but we will not harm you any. You're a big boy now, and we want you to play like a big boy, so you might feel some hurt and some pain, but we promised you earlier that we would not do any body damage. You with us?" Kyle asked.
Still wanting so very badly to be part of this type of play, and listening to Kyle's calm and relaxing voice, Butch agreed that he was still with them, although in his heart and in his head, he was still wondering about his sanity in agreeing to being used for their joy and entertainment.
Thinking to himself, Butch just kept saying, to himself, "I'm OK! I'm OK! I want to play, I want to play! I'm OK!"
Finally without actually realizing that he was saying it out loud, he uttered, "I'm OK! I want to play, I want to play! I'm OK!"
Ron looked at Kyle as Kyle returned the look and both men smiled and each man patted Butch on the shoulder. They each reassured him that he was going to be glad that he was still with them, and that he would be safe. They both knew that this extensive collection of tools and equipment was definitely a lot more than Butch had ever seen, and was a lot more than he had expected to see, so they knew he needed some calm reassurances so that he did not freak out completely.
Ron explained the 'house rules' to Butch which did include the code word, "enough" if Butch did hit a level where he really needed to have something stop. Ron and Kyle fully explained, and made sure three or four times over, that Butch completely understood that if he uttered the "enough" word, that stopped everything and the play was totally over until things could be worked out and agreed on. Ron explained to Butch that he could shout and scream any other word he wanted, so that he could verbally express his emotions, and his excitement if he so wanted. He could shout --Ouch!, --It Hurts!, --Damn It!, or even --Stop!, but no word would be listened for except for the one word, "enough!" He explained that having the liberty to shout and scream whenever he wanted would make everything that much more exciting, and he would be assured that whatever was happening at the time he screamed, it would continue without interruption,----unless he said or shouted "enough."
The other very important item of instruction that Butch was given was, "If you have to take a piss, you let us know. We've got a bucket over there that we'll tie on your bag, and then you can pee into the bucket."
With that statement Butch looked at Ron and simply just said, "Oh shit! Really?"
"Oh definitely man, yes definitely! Now why don't you get yourself up here on this table and lay back. I think Kyle and I need to see just what a thick nine inch cock, needs done to itself, to get it all excited again like it was upstairs."
As Butch managed to get himself up on the table with his wrists still chained together, and still sporting the neck collar and leash, he laid down on his back as Kyle grabbed the leash, and hooked the end of it to an exposed hook on the leg of the table. Suddenly Butch realized that for the first time, since they had gotten to the house, he was now restrained and could not move on his own will.
"Kyle looked at Butch and asked, "OK? You OK? That's only the first of many times you are going to find yourself all tied down or maybe chained up somewhere. Enjoy it boy, you are now our toy! See all those chains up there? Everyone of them has a purpose, and I'm sure you will get to find out just what each one is for."
As Kyle unlocked Butch's wrist chains, and then locked each wrist down to a hook on the table, so that he was now chained down with the collar, and with each wrist locked to the table, he looked down toward Ron, who's face was now placed very, very neatly between Butch's legs, he asked. "Hey Ron! How's that young dick doing down there, man? Is he letting it get good and hard in that hot mouth of yours, man?"
Ron pulled off of Butch's rod just long enough to tell Kyle, "Yea man. He sure is, and what a fucking tight ass hole he's got. Just trying to stick one finger up in there has been feeling great! His ass is grabbing hold of it like some kind of a fucking wrench. We're gonna be having some first rate fun with this one man, some real, first rate fun! Without even looking, I could tell when you locked his wrists down. His body got rigid and real tight! That was something real new to him! God I'm glad we brought this one home! This one is going to be fun! Fucking fun!"