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Author's note: A reader pointed out a relationship between two characters during Jim's downward spiral I had not considered. The upcoming chapters explore this complexity. Enjoy.
Story codes: M, MM, bd, sm
Downward Spiral of Jim – Epilogue – Part 1
The former cop and former Master awoke from his drug-induced state to find his strong, studly body strapped securely on a flat table. He was extremely groggy from the shot that instantaneously rendered him lifeless in his bed back at his country house. What had happened? He wasn't thinking clearly enough yet to comprehend who might have done this. The cop fell back asleep for several more hours.
The next time he awoke he became a little more conscious. He examined his surroundings. He was obviously in a basement from the dank smell and the concrete blocks walls. The room was dimly light with a single bulb hanging from the ceiling in the center. The bulb could not have been more than 15 watts and its glow provided an eerie presence to this place. The cop could only move his head from side-to-side with a little movement upward to survey his surroundings. From first observation, this didn't look good. He was in some sort of torture chamber. The cop was well-versed in sadomasochism and he knew it when he saw it.
If all this wasn't bad enough, he realized he had to take a piss bad. He wondered if whoever was taking control over him would be kind enough to know that at some point the victim would need to piss. The cop laid there for as long as he possibly could finally to conclude that his torturer was in no hurry to make him known. Finally, the cop succumbed to the awareness that he would just have to piss. The cop let his massive meat loose pouring fresh, warm urine all over his midsection. He felt the urine seep underneath his butt. The relief was short-lived because the urine quickly cooled and then started to create a horrible itch on his skin. What was even worse was he knew at some point he would have to take a dump. He prayed that whoever was behind this would come before he could no longer control that.
With relief of evacuating his bladder behind him, the cop decided to think about who might be responsible for this. He had fucked over a lot of men in his years as a cop. It could invariably be one of them. He didn't think it was any one at the city because he was always responsible for making sure that he did his duties even though he was constantly on the take from some of the highest ranking officials in government. No, there was too much to lose for one of them to be behind this. The cop missing meant that his slave, Jim, would at some point have the wherewithal to call the police. The police arriving at his spread with a naked slave would start a widespread investigation. He knew that any inquiry would not be good for the men who had paid him off for years. Therefore, there was no way any of them were involved in him being here.
The cop had always been good at not overly flaunting his excesses. Yes, if any one really thought about it, someone would have figured out that having a non-working husband, the number of world trips taken, the house in the city, while modest, was more than a detective could afford. But the cop never overdid raising suspicions. He was sure that his slave, Jim, knew that one plus one did not equal two; yet, the cop was so masterful at destroying his slave's thinking process that there was little concern. Yes, the cop had been good. He had actually saved a lot of his extracurricular money in offshore banks and disciplined himself not to overspend to avoid arousing suspicion.
Nevertheless, with all the effort he had taken, he was still tied to a table, soaked in his own urine, recovering from a drug overdose and awaiting a fate that the cop knew was not going to be pretty. Someone had it out for him, but who? Was it some jealous other Master he had met over the years at various events? Did he wrong someone in the SM community? Was it his friend Rick who was in love with the cop's husband and slave, Jim? No, that one seemed too farfetched. There wasn't a mean bone in Rick's body. It couldn't be him. Who then?
The cop fell back asleep. The thoughts were exhausting under the condition of recovering from the drugs. With his subsequent awakening, he had defecated. The stench was overwhelming and it was drying on his ass. "Fuck, someone please come." The cop yelled out. Nothing. He didn't know what to do except sleep again, at least that way he could not smell or feel what had happened.
The next time the cop awoke he was hanging from the ceiling by his wrists attached to tight chains. He noted that he had been cleaned up from losing control of his bowels and bladder. Thank goodness for small favors. His ankles were also tied to floor bolts. The room was flooded with light pointing at him making it impossible to see into the room. "Is anyone there? Who is this? What is happening? What are you going to do to me?" The cop yelled as strongly as possible, but his mouth was so dry it was barely a whisper.
From behind the lights he heard, "So you want to know who I am, eh fucker?" Then, silence. That voice was not familiar. The cop felt that at least he was getting closer to knowing who had him under control. The cop didn't like being out of control. He wasn't used to it. He also was no fool. He knew that there was probably no escape from this. There was a little part of him that was turned on to being on the other side of things. The cop had never been a masochist. His entire life he had been a sadist.
Since there was no further communication from his torturer, the cop had time to reflect on his sadistic life. If ever there was a born sadist, it was the cop. He remembered with a wry smile little Jonny his neighbor boy and friend growing up. They were best friends from an early age and Jonny worshiped the ground the future cop walked on. It didn't take long to figure out he could get Jonny to do anything he wanted. By the time they reached puberty, Jonny was servicing the future sadist and cop with his mouth daily. The teen started playing mind games with his friend Jonny. It was here where he started to hone his craft for mental torture. Once the cop started to learn about words like faggot and queer, he used them on Jonny all the time. Jonny was the cop's first slave. They were always in the same classes in junior high and senior high. Jonny followed the cop around like a pet. The advantage to Jonny was that the cop took care of him throughout those years. Jonny never was beat up in school for being a faggot because his teen Master grew big and strong fast and no one fucked with the future cop even though they all knew he was gay and Jonny was his boy.
When it was time to go to college, Jonny wanted to follow his Master, but the cop told him he couldn't. Jonny was devastated that his Master was going to leave him. He begged and pleaded with the future cop to take him. This display of desperation the cop loved watching. He prized the dependence he had created. It would bode well for his forthcoming conquests. At eighteen, the two departed. Jonny became a full-time slave during his second year of college. Jonny never finished school and ultimately disappeared. The cop saw what used to be his friend and boy, Jonny, at one of the SM campouts that he took Jim to. Jonny's Master took him to the level of object. Naturally, he was completely hairless. He wore a chastity device over his penis so he could never cum. Even as sadistic as the cop was the cop always felt that chastity devices were the ultimate cruelty. Those devices lead to dysfunction of a penis and potential long term health problems. The cop did enjoy watching the depravity of his former boy during the camp. The object formerly known as Jonny serviced any man that presented himself without thought. The cop noticed the boy had no teeth making him a perfect cocksucker. Jonny ate and drank out of dog bowls. His ass was wide open from fisting and fucking. If Jonny recognized his former Master from childhood, he didn't acknowledge him. The cop did masturbate and cum watching Jonny be used for a whipping demonstration during camp.
The cop never saw Jonny again. The cop's only conclusion was that Jonny's Master either pulled him out of public sight for the rest of his life or that Jonny got involved in the wrong kind of Master/slave crowd and ended up sold on the underground market. Whatever happened, he was glad to have been of assistance in creating a slave so many years ago.
The cop attended the university to get a BS in criminology. Naturally, the cop found another student to become his slave during his college years. This helped the cop a lot with his schooling allowing him to graduate magnum cum laude. When you have a slave to do the dirty work of college such as doing all the final drafts of his papers, fetching his food, doing his laundry, cleaning his apartment, doing the grocery shopping, and taking care of the cop's sexual needs, it is easy to focus on classes and study.
The cop dumped this college slave as unceremoniously as he had dumped Jonny. The college slave was equally distraught. The cop heard that his college slave became another cop's bitch and partner after joining a police force.
The cop's lost years were after college when he joined the small town force that would eventually allow him to meet Jim on that country road that fateful day. There was not a lot of action to be had during that time. He concentrated on his work with the goal of becoming a detective someday in a major city. In that small town, he learned how politics worked and whose hand to grease. Still he was very lonely then living out in the country. He wished many times he had not thrown away the college slave. That faggot would have been useful to the cop during the country years.
The day he saw Jim naked on the side of the road freshly raped by the bikers soaked in piss was one of the happiest days of his life. Watching Jim crawl over to him to suck him off, the cop knew he had found his next slave. The cop was going to go after Jim, but laughed when he learned it was going to be so easy.
Just as Jim suspected that some queen got miffed at not getting his due at the rest area that night, the cop did get an anonymous call of a naked man chained to a toilet sucking cock. The cop didn't know it was Jim, but he did know that this was his opportunity to make a name for himself. He called a news crew to meet him for the big arrest. That night changed the cop's life because he now had a big bust to add to his resume. After that night and the proceeding trial that was a horror to Jim, the cop started working on getting a job in a large city as a detective.
The cop kept track of his boy patiently waiting out Jim's prison term and return into society. One day, it was finally time to get his prey showing up at the baths during one of Jim's shifts. The cop knew that Jim would succumb to him. What the cop didn't anticipate was falling so head over heels in love with Jim. The cop had liked his two previous slaves, but was never in love with them. The cop fell for Jim hard. Loving his slave was the most difficult thing he ever had to deal with as a Master. The cop knew he had to stand his ground as a Master and never let his feelings for his slave cloud his judgment. Marrying Jim was a big risk to their Master/slave relationship because he almost let his guard down. The happiest day of the cop's life was Jim's fortieth birthday lunch with his then best friend Rick. When he came home to see Jim naked on the floor with the note, he knew that Jim was his forever and that he could do anything to him he wanted.
Being chained in this torture chamber, he now realized that the love of his life was taken from him. The cop knew that there was a distinct possibility he, the cop, would be turned into a slave or worse by whoever was behind his kidnapping, but that did not compare to the loss of Jim. The cop knew that he had destroyed Jim's ability to function in the outside world. It was enjoyable to do, but he now understood the consequences for Jim with his Master being taken away. The cop hoped and prayed that Jim would somehow find his way to Rick. He knew Rick would take him in and would take care of him. Rick loved Jim as deeply as the cop did. It was a bone of contention that eventually left them with the only possible conclusion; the cop and Rick could no longer be friends.
All this reflection helped to ease the pain of his current predicament. The cop was no fool. He was in trouble. Even he was surprised at his level of acceptance to this new state of affairs. The most frustrating part of it was the waiting to find out who his enemy was. He thought he had dotted every "i" and crossed every "t". Whoever it was, it was going to be a surprise.
Suddenly he heard a door open. The lights were so blinding it was hard to even figure out where the noise was coming from. A figure emerged from the lights. The cop could only make out the size of the man at first. The figure got close enough that he could see him clearly. The cop slightly recognized this man; however, could not place him. The man was not as big as him but that didn't matter since he was the one chained. The man was about the same age, mid-fifties and very handsome. The cop laughed to himself that if he had to become a slave, at least his new Master was attractive.
"faggot. Do you know who I am?" The man demanded.
"No Sir. You look familiar, but I can't place you." The cop responded.
"Think about it long and hard, faggot."
The cop thought about it for a bit longer and then he realized who his new Master was. Just as he suspected, he never would have guessed.
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