Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2005 13:04:57 -0700 (PDT) From: John Richards Subject: Caught Part II I don't know how long I hung there struggling against my bonds playing my role game in my mind, but my fantasies were interrupted when I heard someone come into the house! There were footsteps on the floor above me. Then someone called my name! "David, are you home? Your dad sent me over to pick up some work he had forgotten for the office." I recognized the voice. It was Jordan. A college intern I had met a week or so ago that was working in my dad's office for the summer. I couldn't let him see me here like this! Not thinking clearly, I partly panicked. Instead of being calm and getting back up on the stool slowly so I could silently free myself, I tried too hard and knocked it over! It fell with a loud clunk and was almost out reach of my bound bare feet. Jordan must have heard the noise, because he called again, "David, are you down there in the basement?" I heard his footsteps stop, turn, and walk toward the basement steps. Even more panicked, I tried to pull the stool back by hooking it with my toes and only succeeded making it roll over completely out of reach. It made a few more clunking noises as the legs hit the concrete floor. Now I really was helpless! There was no way I could free myself! I'd have to have help! I heard Jordan's steps on the stairs. "David, are you down here?" Jordan came down the stairs and turned the corner toward the unfinished part of the basement where the washer and dryer were. When he saw me hanging from the rafters he stopped and exclaimed, "What is going on here?" He rushed over, and to my relief, he started pull at the buckle on the gag. As soon as he saw the lock and realized he couldn't get it undone, he gave up and asked, "Where's the key?" I grunted through the gag as much as I could and tried to point with my chin at the box on the floor. He got the idea and started to dig around in the stuff left in the box. He stopped and stood in front of me holding some pictures I had printed out from the web, a couple of bondage magazines, and a pair of handcuffs. "You did this to yourself, didn't you?" Well, the answer was obviously hanging right in front of him. My face was burning with embarrassment. I nodded my head and grunted some more through the gag. I also used my bound feet to point at the stool. He looked at the overturned stool, then up at the hook in the rafter and the dangling rope I had used to pull myself up on the stool. "So that's how you were going to get out of this, huh? Stand up on the stool? The noise I heard must have been when you knocked it over when I came in. You must not have expected anyone home today and got surprised." I grunted and nodded furiously, pointing with my feet again. I desperately wanted out of my predicament. "Okay, relax. I'll get the stool." I let out a sigh around the gag and stopped struggling as he turned and picked up the stool. Instead of putting it back under my feet though, he set it on the floor about 5 feet directly in front of me and sat down. "Well now, let's have a look and see what we have here," he said with a smirk, looking me over. I started to struggle again trying to beg him to let me go, but it was no good since I couldn't make any understandable sounds through the gag. As I thrashed back and forth hanging from the ceiling he sat and calmly watched me, adding to my humiliation. "You know, I used to tie myself up when I was a kid, too. I think most kids, or at least boys do at some time. I never got into a jam quite like this, though." When he said that, I stopped struggling and looked at him more closely as I tried to catch my breath. He got up and slowly walked around me looking at how I had tied myself. "You did a good job," he said as he pulled on the chains on my wrists. "Mouth gag, butt plug, and you even got yourself hanging; that must have taken some planning." He pulled on the leather strap of the gag. He ran his hand over my bare butt and pumped the bulb on the plug a couple of times. I could feel the balloon on the end of the plug get bigger inside of me. Moving around to face me again, he looked down at my erection. "You must be enjoying yourself because you still have a erection," he said, and pulled on my penis with his thumb and first finger. I looked down, and sure enough, it was still stiff. I had never noticed in my panic. Although I didn't think it was possible, I know I turned even brighter red from embarrassment. No one had ever seen me with an erection before, not even my doctor. Jordan stroked my penis with his fingers a few times. No one had ever done that to me before either. I moaned though the gag and shook my hips as much as I could, trying to escape his hand, which only made him smirk more. He let go of my penis and slid his hand up my belly, pushing his finger into my belly button. When he got to my chest he gave each nipple a sharp little twist, making me moan even more. He stooped over and, digging around in the box, he found the ring with all the keys to the locks. Trying one key after the other, he finally found the one that fit the lock on the gag and opened it. He took off the lock, unbuckled the strap and eased the ball out of my mouth. "Please, please Jordon put the stool over here so I can get loose," I begged. "I don't see why I should. This situation has some possibilities that I need to explore," he said with a nasty smile. "What do you mean?" I asked with a quaver in my voice since I was on the brink of crying. "You did this to yourself, right?" "Yeah, I did," I admitted. "Judging by the looks of what you've done, and your equipment, you've been doing this for quite a while and no one knows that you do it, right?" "Yeah," I replied nodding my head. I didn't understand. Why was he asking me this? Why wouldn't he help me get untied? What did he want from me? "Don't worry, I'll keep your little secret," he said, and I felt relieved for the first time since he came in. "I'll keep your secret-if, and only if, you do everything that I tell you to do from now on." I didn't like the sound of that at all, so I started to yell to see if I could attract someone else's attention. "Help, help!! Here in the basement! Help!" Which is as far as I got. On my last yell, Jordan jammed the ball gag back into my mouth and began to pull the strap behind my head. I tried to shake my head to keep him from buckling it again, but he was too strong and I was tied too tightly to prevent it. When it was secure, he walked in front of me and said, "Now that wasn't nice. You put yourself in this position and I will help you get out-eventually, but you'll do it my way. For the yelling, though, you'll have to have some punishment." Punishment! I panicked again and began to thrash wildly about, hanging from the hook trying to kick out at Jordan to keep him away from me. It didn't do any good and Jordan just sat down on the stool and watched me tire myself out. Since I couldn't get enough air around the ball of the gag in my mouth for that much activity, it didn't take too long. Gasping for breath, I quit and just hung from the rafters. "Are you done now?" He asked. I didn't make a sound or move my head to acknowledge his question. I watched in helpless frustration has he got up from the stool and moved around behind me. He circled me a few more times looking me over like I was a side of beef hanging up for inspection. Moving back to face me he said, "I think a little spanking would be in order here." He stepped to the side and grabbed my penis, which and little scrotum very firmly with his left hand. Looking down, I was relieved to see that I had lost my erection. Drawing back his hand he said, "I'm not really going to hurt you, but I think this will help establish who's in charge here. You can jump and thrash around all you want, but when you do, I'll squeeze more on your prick and balls to hold on to you." I was terrified! I had never been spanked before in my life. Here I was, naked and tied up in my basement, and someone who was almost a complete stranger was going to hit me. I started to cry from the fear and began shaking my head and to try to beg him not to, but the gag kept me from saying anything that made sense. Jordan looked at the tears running down my face and just laughed. "Now you're getting the idea. You give me problems and you get punished. Now I'm going to give you something to cry about," he said, and swatted me on both bare cheeks with his hand. I jumped as much as I could when I felt the first smack on my butt. I was surprised that it really didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. It hurt some, but it mostly made my butt warm. What was strange was that when he hit my butt cheeks, he pushed the butt plug deeper into my body. For some reason, every time that happened I got a quick thrill in my crotch and penis. While I was trying to figure what was happening, I suddenly realized that my hopes of getting through the spanking without it hurting too much were about to be taken away when Jordan said, "There, that one shouldn't hurt just too much, but you've got a long ways to go yet." Smack, smack, smack, smack. He gave me four more quick spanks. Again these didn't hurt too badly. Even as my butt was heating up, I got that thrill deep inside each time his hand hit the end of the butt plug. I was having a hard time deciding if getting a thrill on each spank was worth more than the pain of the spank. "Ok, we're half way there. Now we have to get serious about the spanking." In spite of my pain and predicament, I thought to myself, Yeah, right, what's this `we' stuff you're talking about. Then I realized what he had said about getting `serious.' Smack!.Smack!.Smack! These spanks were further apart and each one was harder than the one before it. My butt was on fire! I couldn't help myself and I began to cry and sob in earnest. The burning sting of the spank overwhelmed the thrill. "Last two. They're gonna be good ones so hang on." Smack! Smack! The last two sounded like gunshots echoing in the concrete-walled room and each time he hit me, I tried to yell through the gag as tears poured down my face. He let go of my genitals and sat down on the stool again to watch me cry and struggle. I desperately wanted to rub my abused butt, but there was no way. All I could do was hang there shaking and rolling my hips and hope that the fire would go out soon. After about 2 or 3 minutes, he asked, "Are you ready to cooperate or do you want some more spanking?" I shook my head rapidly back and forth to indicate I didn't want any more spanking. "Fine, I'll take the gag out again if you promise not to start yelling again. Yell and the gag goes back in and I start to spank again." I nodded my head. No one could probably hear me yelling anyway so I decided to give up that tactic. He got up and unbuckled the strap on the gag and when I opened my mouth he took the gag out again and put it in the box on the floor. I cleared my throat and tried to get some moisture in my mouth, but before I could say anything, he looked me directly in the eyes and poking me in the middle of my bare chest with a finger, he said, "Now, you'll answer my questions truthfully and you'll say `Yes Sir' and `No Sir' or I'll go back to spanking. Is that clear?" I nodded my head and he immediately reached behind me and slapped my sore butt. "Ow!" I yelled, and new tears started down my face. "I said, you will answer either `Yes Sir' or `No Sir' when I ask you a question. Do you understand?" To keep from being hit again, I croaked out, "Yes Sir." "That's better. I think you're getting the idea." "Wait until I tell my father about this," I threatened. He sneered and reached around behind me and slapped me again much harder than the last time. It reignited the fire in my butt and I started to cry again. "Any time you address me, there had better be a `Sir' in the sentence or you get spanked again. Do you understand?" he demanded showing some anger for the first time. "Yes Sir," I sobbed out. "So you think you're going to tell your dad, huh?" he sneered. Not thinking and wanting to get back at him, I said, "Yeah I am." Smack! Again he reached behind me and slapped my butt. "Yes Sir, yes Sir," I yelled out between sobs. "That's the correct response, but you had better get into the habit or you won't be able to sit down for a long time." He dug around in the box with my stuff in it and pulled out a roll of duct tape. "Hmmm, you like using tape too I see. Let's see what I can do with this." He tore off a strip and wrapped around the hook and the chain that held me to the rafters. "Now I can be sure you can't get that chain off the hook. I have to get something out of my car and I'll be right back. Is that all right?" Slap! "When I ask you a question, I expect a reply! Now, what do you say?" Desperately, I said, "Yes Sir, yes Sir, I'll remember, Sir." "You aren't doing very well so far. I'll be right back." He turned and climbed the steps up out of the basement. As soon as I saw his shoes disappear I started to struggle wildly, jumping up as best I could (which wasn't very good since most of my body weight wasn't on my feet) to get the chain off the hook. I think I might have eventually done it if he hadn't put tape around the chain. Nevertheless, I kept trying to get free hoping that the tape would wear through or something and the chain would come off the hook. I gave up as I heard Jordan start to come down the stairs. As he came into the room again, I hung there gasping for breath from my exertions. "Aha, trying to get loose were you?" he asked as he came into the room and set a briefcase on the floor next to the stool. Smack! "I asked you a question!" Since I wasn't expecting it, the force of the slap made me swing back and forth from the hook. When I got the balls of my feet back on the floor, I cried out, "Yes Sir." "You know, you aren't learning this process very fast. You must like to be spanked." Not knowing if that was a question or not, I quickly replied, "No Sir, I don't." "If you don't, then you had better start putting in those `Sirs' where they're needed." "Yes Sir." I said again, still not sure if he asked a question and not really sure where he wanted me to say `Sir.' I decided put them in everywhere every time he spoke to me-at least until I got untied, just as a defensive measure. "That's starting to sound better. Now, you say you're going to tell your father about our little time together this afternoon, huh?" he asked as he opened his briefcase. "Yes Sir." "You'll tell him about how you ended up hanging naked and tied up from the rafters in the basement in the first place?" "Yes Sir." "Won't you be embarrassed having him find out about your hobby?" "Yes Sir I will. But it'll be worth it." "Worth it? Are you telling me you don't like what we're doing?" "No Sir." "If that's the case, why did you tie yourself up in the first place?" Well, now he had me. Why did I tie myself up? I enjoyed my fantasies about being kidnapped and held for ransom and begin a prisoner. And I enjoyed the feeling of being bound, but did I like it enough to do this? Did I want to be a real prisoner? The pain of the spanking was definitely not part of my fantasies. Smack! "I asked you a question and I don't want to wait all day for an answer. Why did you tie yourself up," he repeated. I yelped from the surprise of the spank even though it wasn't that hard, and replied, "I don't know Sir." He swung his hand out to spank me again and I said quickly before he could hit me again. "I like the feeling I get when I'm tied, but I'm not sure why, Sir." "That's better. I know why and I'll explain it to you in a bit. First, I have to get some pictures," he said as he took a digital camera out of his briefcase. Pictures! I stared at the camera as if it was a gun. He was going to take pictures of me hanging naked from my basement ceiling. "No, please don't," I begged beginning to cry from the shame. Smack! "There wasn't a `Sir' in that sentence," he said. Crying freely now from the renewed pain in my butt and from humiliation, I gasped out, "Please, Sir, don't take pictures of me, Sir." "You lose, kid. These will make a good addition to my collection. They'll also serve to keep you in line. You wouldn't want these on the web or handed out around your school now would you?" "No Sir, please Sir, don't, I'll do anything you say," I begged and shook my head. "I know you will. That's the point of the pictures," he said with a nasty grin as he began to snap flash pictures of my body from all sides. After about a dozen pictures, he set the camera down and asked, "So you like being tied up, but you don't know why. Is that what you told me?" "Yes Sir." "I'll tell you why then. Some people are turned on by bondage-being tied up. Do you understand what I mean?" "No Sir." "What I mean is that some people get sexually excited when they are tied up. When I came in your little prick was stiff and hard wasn't it?" I was reluctant to admit it, but he had already seen it so when he swung his arm back to spank me again, I blurted out, "Yes Sir." "Let's have those `Sirs' a little faster, he ordered. "I suppose you don't know much about sex, do you?" I could feel my face flush, but I answered truthfully, "No Sir." "When your prick gets stiff and hard, that means you're turned on sexually and it feels really good. You've been getting the feeling by tying yourself up, but there are other ways. You can rub and stroke it and get the same feelings. Like this." He took my soft little penis between his thumb and first finger and began to gently pull it out away from my body and then let it go back while still hanging on to it. In spite of my aching butt and humiliation, I began to enjoy the feeling. Steadily he kept pulling and releasing it and, as if it had a mind of its own, it began to grow in size and get stiff. In a short time, it was hard and poking up and out from my crotch at about a 45-degree angle. For some reason, I found myself lightly panting. Jordan let go of my penis and stepping back he said, "That's more like it. You like the feeling you get when it's like that?" Although I wanted to lie and say I didn't, it was obvious that I did so I panted, "Yes Sir." "Good, that's what's supposed to happen. Now for some more pictures and then I'll show you what really makes it feel good." With that, he picked up the camera and began to take pictures again making sure my stiff little penis was in each snapshot. Try as I would, I could not get my penis to go back to its soft, small size. It just wanted to stay stiff. After taking another dozen or so pictures, he put the camera into his briefcase and closed it. He started stroking my penis again this time using his thumb and two or three fingers. "Close your eyes and relax and enjoy the ride. You'll like this," he murmured to me as he continued to stroke. In spite of everything, I did as he said and found that the good feelings from my crotch began to grow and grow and grow. I started to thrust my hips in time to his stroking and gasp loudly as the feelings intensified. I began to concentrate entirely on the urgency coming from my hips to the point where nothing else mattered to me. All of a sudden, I felt something hot and wet begin to spurt out of my penis again and again. After about 6 or 8 spurts I could relax and the room came back into focus. I wasn't sure what had happened, but it was the greatest feeling in the world, and I wanted to do it again-and again. I looked down and saw that my penis was bright red. I looked down further to see if I had peed on the floor but I only saw a few wet spots in front of me. As my breathing slowed back to normal, I felt Jordan let go of my penis. He reached back and turned off the vibrator on the butt plug and let the air out which helped me relax even more. "Did you like that?" "Yes Sir. That was the greatest feeling I ever had." "You've never done that before?" "No Sir. Not like that." "Well, I'm glad I got to be the first, then. What you had was called an orgasm and the stuff that came out of your prick is called semen. They talk about that at school in your health class?" "No Sir, they used to talk about sex in health, but a bunch of people from churches got together and got rid of it. My dad wasn't happy about it." "I'll bet he wasn't." "Please Sir, can you untie me? I'm getting sore." "I will in a few minutes. Did you like doing that enough to want to do it again?" I thought about it for a while and said, "Yes Sir. I liked it a lot and want to do it again. I don't like to be spanked though." "That's good, because you'll do it a lot more in the future. If you don't like to be spanked, do as you are told when you are told to do it and you won't be." I wondered what he meant by that, but he didn't give me a chance to ask. "One more thing then, I stopped in the bathroom upstairs and got some of your dad's shaving stuff. I think you'll look a lot better without the hair you have down there," he said pointing to my crotch. "What do you mean?" Smack! "You're forgetting the `Sirs' again." "What do you mean, Sir?" I correctly repeated. "I'm going to shave off what little public hair you have and I'll expect you to keep it that way until I tell you differently, understand?" "Yes Sir, I think so," I said, not really understanding. I had just started getting hair there and I really didn't want to lose it, but what choice did I have. "Hold still unless you want something down there cut with this razor," he ordered. "Yes Sir. I will, Sir." He didn't have to tell me twice! He sprayed some shaving cream onto the ends of his fingers and spread it on the wisps of hair around my penis. As he shaved me, he held my penis in one hand and stretched and moved it around. It had shrunk back to its small size after the orgasm and it was now getting stiff again all by itself. Carefully, he continued to shave my hair off until I was completely bald again. "It looks like you like this too, don't you?" he sneered, as he pulled on my now stiff penis with his thumb and forefinger. I had to admit it, "Yes, Sir." "Well, I'd jack you off again, but I don't have time right now," he said as he cleaned off the leftover shaving cream from my crotch with a damp towel that he found in the laundry basket near the washing machine. "One last thing before I let you go. You will do as you are told and you will tell no one about this, understand?" "Yes Sir." "If I hear that you told anyone about this, those pictures I took of you will be in circulation. So you have no choice. Is that clear?" "Yes Sir." "Also, since you like being tied up and you obviously like being jacked off, you can expect that you'll be doing a lot more of each of those with me. Do like that idea?" Well, I wasn't really sure about it, but I was in no position to disagree and I sure wasn't going to argue about it, so I said, "Yes Sir." "Do you have an email address?" I was startled by the sudden change in subject and said, "What?" Smack! "I asked, `Do you have an email address?' and I didn't hear a `Sir' in that answer." I yelped out, "Ow! Yes Sir!" "What is then?" He jotted down my free Hotmail address as I spelled it out to him and said, "This had better work." "It does, Sir. Please, please untie me now." "All right then, I'll help you get yourself loose." He took the ball gag out of the box and said, "Open up and I'll put this back in." "No don't. I don't want that back in. I want you to let me loose," I said desperately beginning to struggle because for the last few minutes I had become aware my arms had been hurting more and more. Smack! "Ow!" "I didn't hear a `Sir' in that sentence. When I tell you to do something, you will do it without complaining," he said as he slapped me again on my raw, sore butt. Smack! "Ow! Yes Sir! Yes Sir!" I yelped. "I'm going to put you back in the same condition as I found you and you can figure out how to get loose on your own. That's what you were planning to do anyway, right?" "Yes Sir," I said resentfully. "Watch your attitude, or I'll start spanking again. Now open your mouth." I knew when I was beat and opened my mouth. He put the ball in and fastened the strap behind my head. He took the small lock that fit in the blade of the strap, put it back through the loop and clicked it closed. He reached down and pumped up the inflatable butt plug again and turned the vibrator up full. He moved the stool over in front of me and climbed up on it to unwrap the tape around the chain and hook so I could get it free. "Is the stool close enough so you can use it to get free?" he asked. I nodded my head relieved that my ordeal was about over. "Remember not one word to anyone," he warned as he grasped my penis again and began to stroke it. "You'll be hearing from me soon, so check your email frequently. When you do get an email from me you'll do exactly as you are told." He pulled out his wallet and took out a bill and dropped it in the box. Then he grabbed my penis again and continued to stroke it. "Here's five dollars. Hang on to it because you'll need it to follow the directions you'll get in your first email. I'll email to you tonight. You'll have deadlines to meet. So follow in the instructions. If you don't, you see your pictures all over. Do you understand?" I moaned slightly responding to his stroking and nodded my head at the same time. "Oh yeah, there's one more thing to do, yet. I see you have some clothespins in your box. It's a shame not to use them." I had seen spring clothespins clipped on some of the guys in the pictures on the internet, so I got a few. I have never used them on myself because when I tried one on my finger it hurt so much I couldn't imagine putting them any other part of my body. It was just something I thought I would try someday when I got my courage up so I didn't take them out of the box. Jordan let go of my penis. He reached into the box and took out a handful. With one hand he pinched out the tight skin over one nipple and clipped one on. It really hurt! I started to struggle hoping to dislodge it when.Smack! He spanked me again. I tried to yell, but the ball gag did its job and I could only mumble and struggle. "Knock that off. I'm going to put these on whether you want them or not. As soon as I get done you can get untied and take them off. You had them in the box so I assume you want them on," he said with a nasty grin. I stopped struggling as much as I could and let him put them on hoping it wouldn't take too long and I could free myself and take them off. As I watched, he put another on my other nipple, a couple on each ear, one in each nostril, and two on each side of my tight little scrotum. The only ones that really hurt were the ones on my nipples, but strangely enough, it seemed like there was an electric that was sending shocks every time I moved along a wire that ran from each nipple to my still-stiff penis. I tried to hold as still as possible so Jordan would leave. "That's the right attitude," he said as I stopped moving. "You and I are going to be really good friends. Or else," he warned me ominously and patted my bare, abused butt. The next thing I heard were his footsteps going up the stairs and the door closing.