After the emotional few days the three of them had experienced, it would seem that things were resolved for Kim, Rod and logan. For a little while, they were. Kim was the first one to recognize that there was a problem. She called Rod, while logan was at work one day. After they had chatted a bit, she brought up her concern.
"Does it seem to you that logan is, well, restless?" Rod began to laugh. "I should've asked you . I thought it was me." "No, I'm seeing it too. He seems 'content' enough, but it seems as if some kind of spark is gone." "I agree. You have any idea what it might be?" Rod hesitated a bit. "I think I have an idea. You know, there ARE other places he could've gone before I showed up." Kim didn't understand "True, but... what do you think?" "Did you ever think he WANTED you to catch him? That he was playing with the idea of risk?" "Risk? Hmmm. I didn't think about that. It's possible." "Let me give this some thought Kim. I may be able to inject some risk into his life. " He grinned, and Kim thought she could hear it. "Maybe our boy needs to get caught when he tries to put his cookies back in the jar." He started talking to Kim about his plan. Better yet, let's call it a scheme. "I LIKE IT. I LIKE IT A LOT" Kim was signing off on it.
The arrangement they had at present had logan staying with Rod on Monday, Wenesday, Friday one week, and Kim the other days of the week. Then they'd alternate. It was a Wednesday, when he was at Rod's, when Rod told logan. "Hey . I have family coming to town on Friday so I'm gonna have to miss you that night. Can you stay with Kim? logan looked a little disappointed, but answered. "I guess I have to Sir. Do I have to wear the cage on Friday?" Rod grinned, because he knew that on that Friday, logan WAS gonna wear the cage, he just didn't know it. "Nah. If Kim can handle her STUD for three nights in a row, then groovy. Except when he told Kim that he would be home that Friday she announced "I won't be. I thought you'd be at Rod's so, I made plans with the girls. Going to a strip club." "FUCK" logan thought. "Alone on a Friday night. " Well, he had promised both Kim and Rod that he wouldn't go to the biker bar anymore, but on the other hand, they had promised him....
That Friday, he headed home after work to change. It had been a day where he had a zoom meeting where he had to wear a good shirt and a tie, so he was heading home to change before he went to the bar. He needed to get into something he could hide, and throw out, so Kim wouldn't know. He drove past Rod's house, and saw that it was dark, and drove to his own, also unlit and quiet. He began to smile as he thought about the bar: he kinda missed it. He was getting hard thinking about it. He opened the house, and walked in.
That's when Rod's friend grabbed him from behind. "GOTCHA logan. HEH HEH. Planning some fun tonight?" The guy was big. And strong. "HEY... YOU GODDAMN MOTHER FUCKER. LET ME GO. HEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP. HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP." logan began to scream. The only two houses out in that neck of the woods though, were his and Rod's. No one was gonna hear him. Still, the goon who grabbed him, pulled his arms behind him and covered his mouth with a free hand. "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph" logan tried to squirm. It wasn't working, as the guy began tying his wrists. "You keep screaming, and I'm gonna fill your mouth with something nasty, logan. " "FUCK YOU" he yelled, before he took a shot to his crotch. "HEY. FUCK. I might wanna have more kids." "I'll keep that in mind." logan winced as the guy tightened the rope around his wrists, and then he felt a bandana going into his mouth. It was knotted at the front, and it was just long enough to go around logan's head. There was an odor to it: a cross between the grease smell that was always at the biker bar, and cedar. The good slipped a hood over his head, and logan couldn't see anything. He struggled, but the guy was too strong, and he found himself tossed into the back of a car, unable to see or to speak. He lost track of time while the guy drove, and may have even slept for a short time. He pulled at the rope occasionally, but didn't find any give. Finally, the car stopped. he heard the guy's voice. "LET"S GO BIG MAN. SOMEONE'S GONNA HAVE FUN WITH YOU TONIGHT." logan heard that and, in spite of himself, he began to get an erection. Was he being kidnapped for sexual use? HOLY CRAP. One of his big fantasies. The guy tossed him over his shoulder and carried him like a sack of cement. "FUCK HE'S STRONG" logan thought. He felt himself being taken down a flight of stairs, and tossed into a chair. It was dark: there were no lights on, and the hood was still over his head. "mmmmmmmmmmmph. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph." He tried to scream again and it did no good. He felt the hood pulled off. He didn't recognize the guy, and the room was so dark, but it looked like Rod's dungeon, but it wasn't. Where was he? "Thanks Seth. I'll take over from here." He had never seen Rod, all in leather. Chaps. A vest. No shirt. The arm band, the dark glasses, the cap. Rod had on all of it. He took the end of the whip he was holding and put it under logan's chin, lifting up his head. "I gotta feeling, SOMEONE was planning to sneak out and visit a forbidden club tonight. AM I RIGHT, FUCKHEAD?" "mmmmmmmnph mmmmmmmnph" logan shook his head no. At first Rod chuckled. "I hope you like the B&B, bitch. You're gonna be spending a LOT of time here this weekend. " logan's eyes got wide. "Yeah, I have a friend who has a BDSM B&B. You meet a lot of people in this area, fucktoi. Now, one more time: were you planning to sneak out? logan shook his head no again. "FUCKING LIAR." Rod yelled, as he ran the whip slowly over logan's crotch, without striking him. "One more chance to tell the truth." logan began to whimper, and then... he nodded yes. He saw Rod crack a smile. "Well, you just saved yourself the whip. BUT...." he put down the whip and picked up what he called the "fly swatter paddle." "Surely you understand you need to get punished, sub boi?" logan hesitated but reluctantly shook his head yes. "I think an appropriate number is 30. With increasing force." He began smacking logan's crotch gently, and picked up the ferocity. At first, it was just like logan had experienced from Rod before. By number 15, though, Rod was really wailing on him. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH. " logan couldn't scream in pain, but his moans made it clear that the pain was real. He was hurting. And Rod seemed to be picking up the strength of his shots more and more as he got close to 30. logan was close to passing out from the pain when he was done. "Heh heh. You might've even peed your pants there logan bitch." logan hadn't, but he was scared. It could happen. Rod picked up the end of the cheap tie he was wearing. "You know, Kim and I have been talking about getting you some decent clothes for a while. I think it may be time." He yanked the tie so hard logan almost choked into the gag. Rod ripped it away, and then he tore open logan's shirt, buttons flying everywhere. "You aren't gonna need any clothes for a few days, logan. Just get used to that. " Rod bent in, and began working on logan's nipples. logan's moans got louder and louder, and when Rod reached into his pocket and pulled out the clamps, he began vigorously shaking his head NO. He hated the clamps. He just HATED them. Rod knew that, and twisted them after he had put each of them on. "Lemme get a picture for Kim. Maybe I'll text it to her. She's back at home now." "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH. logan didn't know that Kim had seen as many photos of him in submission as she had. He saw Rod look at her answer and laugh. "She asked me to send a picture back after you've worn them for an hour. Sounds good to me." The whine that came out of logan's mouth was desperate. "AW. Poor baby logan... " Rod sneered. "You feeling abused. You feeling like you're getting punished in a way you don't deserve?" logan shook his head yes, and immediately regretted it. "WRONG!." Rod had grabbed the chain linking the clamps and pulled. HARD. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH." "You know, you're pretty with a gag, but your screams... They make me hard." Rod loosened the bandana gag. logan was sucking wind. "Please sir. Please. I was wrong. I didn't do it though. AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH' He screamed because logan took the chain again, and this time he pressed his knee into logan's crotch. "Yeah, you didn't because we figured it out, you fucking liar." He pulled again. "AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG." "I got a WHOLE WEEKEND planned for you studmuffin. THIS is only the beginning. " Rod came closer, and pulled the chain again. "OUT OF THE CHAIR. TIME FOR ROD THE BARBER TO GET TO WORK." "FUCK NO. NO SIR. PLEASE. NO. " "SHUT UP AND GET ON THE PLATFORM." Rod had led logan to a bondage table, right in the middle of the room. The clamps were still on his nipples as Rod undid the wrist restraints. "I SAID GET ON THE TABLE." "yes sir." logan's voice was meek, as he tried to move in a way that didn't torment his nipples. "GOOD BOI. Now, let's get you nice and still for this, you at one time hairy beast." He secured logan and then logan heard the sound of the barber's clipper. "Say goodbye to it, bitch. A mancunt doesn't need his hair. " "PLEASE PLEASE.. PLEASE SIR..." BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. logan saw his man fur go flying in all directions. Rod was thorough. He got every last crevice of logan's body. Then he went to the armpits. "STOP SIR. PLEASE. I'M TOO TICKLISH." Rod just laughed. "Life's a bitch and so is logan." When he was done, he smirked. "There gonna be even more ticklish for a while. Keep that in mind. Now.... what about those pubes. "OH SHIT. " slipped out of logan's mouth, and again, Rod laughed. "If shaving were the roughest thing I was gonna do to you this weekend, you'd be lucky. OH, how did I forget those?" He yanked the clamps off of logan, and logan HOWLED. "Look at it this way, sweetpea. I thought about taking away that fur with hot wax. I'll leave that for Kim. It's her turn next time." "OH SHIT" logan thought. Kim hated his body hair. Then he felt his cock go rigid as Rod took it in his hand. This time, he had a straight edge razor. "Let's make sure that cock stays in one piece boy, although..... Kim doesn't want any more children and as for me...." logan gulped. Neither one of them needed his cock. He could lose it at any time. "So what do we do now? Heh heh. I've been horny all day thinking about what I was gonna do to you..." He ripped off logan's black jeans (no one could see below his waist on the zoom call), and then with the straight edge, he cut away logan's briefs. "I brought the black shorts you look so good in. You know, the skin tight ones with the hole in your ass. " logan saw Rod drop his own pants. He pushed logan's legs in the air and then climbed up on the table himself. "Strong enough to hold two big guys. I guarantee that. Just like I can guarantee that, by the time this weekend is over, that ass'll be able to take two cocks." "What the fuck did that mean? Is he sharing me?" logan was thinking in horror, just before he felt Rod's cockhead pierce him. It felt good. But it felt angry too. "Butt fucking is my favorite sport logan. Especially when it's a straight stud." He RAMMED his cock into logan, pushing hard. He kept still for about five minutes before he started moving again. logan's head was twisting back and forth as he lay on the table. He felt like he had been impaled on a sword. Rod was doing the most thorough job he ever had. As logan's head twisted back and forth, he saw a cage at the side: something like a big dog cage. "Yeah, that's where you're living when I don't want you, bitch. And if I'm not fucking you, I'm not wanting you this weekend." Rod started pumping, faster and faster and then.... logan felt the splooch going deep into him. He saw the look on Rod's face and knew: he wasn't done.
"Let's make SURE those Rod babies get logan's eggs." He shoved a butt plug into logan. "I bet you wanna cum, don't you logan?" "yes sir. Please. Can I?" "NO!" Rod undid the restraints on the platform. "GET UP. PUT YOUR wrists in front of you." ' "yes sir." logan did what he was told. "NOW. " Rod slipped a pair of cuffs on logan's wrists. Then he put a metal collar around his neck. The collar had a chain attached to it, and Rod joined it to the neck ring. "Can't reach your cock now, stud. HAHAHAHAHAHA. " He led logan over to the cage. "You sleep here tonight, like the cur you are. MAYBE I'll let you sleep with me tomorrow, maybe not. All depends on my mood. " Rod smiled. "Come up to the bars. KISS ME." "yes sir. Thank you sir." logan locked lips with Rod, and then he felt Rod's hand around his cock. It felt weird, with the fresh shave. Rod was jerking him. "Let's see how far you go. That's gonna determine how much time you spend getting flogged tomorrow , logan... " "Oh shit sir. OH YES. OH YEAH. FUCK. JERK YOUR BITCH . JERK ME. JERKMEJERKMEJERKME. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" logan's spunk went flying. Rod looked impressed. "I didn't really mean it about the flogging. You're gonna get ten minutes of it tomorrow. Right after I bring you your breakfast. Now get back in the corner of the cage. " logan looked at Rod's lean form as he began walking up the stairs. "He did ya good," he heard a voice from the other side of the room. "I'm Rene. My Master Mario has me here this weekend too. "