My buddy Chad at work had notice my long faces lately. Chad was a bondage top, and a hunk at that--muscled, but not overly so and really good at knowing how to initiate a scene with a bottom and take it to its uppermost limits. I know, because on nights when I had draw bored with Jeff and the same old stuff, I'd turned to Chad and surrendered myself to his wicked tortures.
"I need something new, and I think Jeff does, too." I said to Chad in the lab that day. "We're pretending to be fuck buddies/best friends and it isn't working. I think we both want the real thing and if we don't change it up with each other, we'll have to go with other guys. A tough way to split with your dad."
"Yeah, I see you problem, man," said Chad, who knew all the details of my kinky, several-years-old relationship with Jeff.
"What do you mean by the real thing?"
"No more vanilla," I said. "Bring on the full master/slave, 24/7, 365 deal. Jeff's begging for it, I feel it. And I want the full power over him. I think it's my destiny to control his every function, from here to the end of his life. I want to do it. He wants the physical and emotional torture. He begs for it--and I'm the one who knows best how to give it to him."
Chad wanted to think about it over lunch. Then he came to my office, shut the door and said, "Hey, bud. I've got a plan."
It was beautiful and as Chad described it my cock grew harder and harder. The plan had to take effect immediately. Jeff had to be kidnapped, raped, and retrained at Chad's dungeon in the country--within about a two-three month period. Jeff would eventually become a dog slave. He would be renamed and returned to me. My playspace would have to be transformed into a cell capable of housing this new thing for the rest of its life. Chad had trained many pups--this would be his first attempt at training an adult dog.
"I'm fucking raring to go. But first, you must show me you're serious. Tell me right now what name you will give Jeff. Jeff no longer exists. I will take care of the paperwork to get him declared legally dead. What is the worst insult you call someone right now, RIGHT NOW!"
"FUCK WAD," I sputtered.
Fuck Wad it is.
We were so hot that Chad ripped my shirt off and began twisting my nipples. He peeled off his t-shirt and ordered me to begin sucking on his nipples. Making sure the small window was covered over, he then stripped naked and moved toward me, his nearly hairless body proudly displaying a cock with exquisitely shaved pubic hair. He opened the desk drawer where I kept my poppers, took two hits and had me blowing his beautiful 9 inches. Chad then held the bottle while I got complete naked. Caressing my ass cheeks as I took my hits, he whispered in my ear "Here's to your new life, free of all restraints, with your new dog Fuck Wad, free to be what you are."
With that he sucked me deeply and I exploded into his mouth. I bent over, and he jacked off load of cum over my ass. We hugged and kissed in the illicit atmosphere of my office, oblivious to the consequences, raging hard at the thrills and excitement to come.
THE KIDNAP
Fuck Wad didn't know what hit him, poor sucker, that night. He was just doing some shopping when a gray minivan pulled over as he walked home. Chad, dressed discretely, got out and innocently asked for directions. At the same time, two others got out the other side and sidled around Fuck Wad, both poking guns into his back. The rest was chronicled by pictures Chad showed me on his cell-phone at work the next day.
Once in the van, Fuck Wad was quickly sucker-punched and cuffed. As he was dazed, Chad placed a heavy rag soak in an old-fashion anesthesia from the lab to immediately knock out the subject. Next came precise cutting and trashing of Fuck Wad's clothes.
"Last clothes he'll be wearing--like forever," said Chad.
On came a temporary leather dog collar. "Wait until you see what we're going to do for you permanently."
Then Chad and his boys inserted a catheter down Fuck Wad's piss slit and into his mouth. "Didn't want the fucker to get dehydrated, now, did we? He, he?"
The rest of the photos were too delicious to describe. Fuck Wad being lifted from the minivan by gurney into Chad's dungeon. Fuck Wad having a vibrating butt plug place up his ass, without lube. The three guys taking turns emptying their pissholes of piss and then cum on the knocked out Fuck Wad and then sliding him into cage for the first night of the rest of his pathetic new life. And as if Fuck Wad was going anywhere, Chad attached ankle and wrist restraints and double-locked the cage. That photo I had printed up and placed on desk.
"My boys are working him over today, according to my plan," said Chad. Now I'm not going to give you any information until I think Fuck Wad is going to be ready for you after his retraining. There's a lot of work to do. Your relationship with him was really fucked up, you know that? Not that I disagree with it, but it makes it a little sticky."
In the meantime, I'd do some whoring around if I were you. You can come to my place if you want. I can work you over to get these things out of your mind, too. Think it over..."
"Thanks, Chad," I said.