Date: Wed, 13 Sep 2023 15:05:11 -0400 From: Cal Anderson Subject: The Monkey Pole, Chapter 1 (Authoritarian, Rural) Dear readers, I'd love to hear what you think of this new series. Let me know what you think at my email. Email me at: callanderxd@gmail.com Jim stepped out of the cab of Garth's tow truck and looked around at the mechanic's shop he currently found himself in. Looking back over at the cab of the truck Jim noticed Garth giving him a big toothy grin. "Well, it's a mighty fine day out today, ain't it?" Garth said. Jim nodded, feeling a little grateful that he was able to find someone that was interested in towing him off the side of the road. Otherwise, he still might be stuck out in the middle of the desert. "Let's take a look at that truck of yours." Garth gestured for Jim to follow him deeper into the garage where he had unhitched the truck. As Jim walked behind him, he noticed that Garth was a tall man with broad shoulders. His coveralls were dirty and stained from years of work, but you could still see hints of his well-built physique underneath. Jim couldn't help but feel an attraction to him as he led you inside. Reaching the broken down truck, Garth popped the hood and began to inspect the engine. Jim watched the gruff man work noticing his thick fingers moving deftly around the engine. Walking up behind him to get a closer look, Jim felt the heat coming off Garth's body and the smell of motor oil that lingered on his clothes. He stared at him working, mesmerized by his masculine presence. Suddenly, Garth turned around and caught Jim staring at him. "Whatcha looking at, boy?" Garth asked. His deep voice caused Jim to stand up straight in surprise. "Just admiring your handiwork." Jim tried to play it off. A cocked eyebrow let him know that Garth knew that wasn't the whole truth. Garth inspected Jim for just a second longer before smirking and turning back to the task at hand, his hands still moving with expert precision. "Well, it's a mighty fine view, that's for sure." Garth says, his voice laced with a suggestive tone. Jim let out a hearty chuckle at that comment, absentmindedly raising a hand behind his head to scratch the base of his neck. Out of the corner of his eye Garth noticed Jim's massive bicep flexing as he scratched. Garth stole glances of the man in his shop as he continued to work, noting his broad and well muscled shoulders that sat on top of a stout and very hairy body. Jim was wearing a dusty pair of blue jeans and a red plaid flannel that had lost most of its buttons a long time ago. The shirt was doing barely any work to cover up Jim's bear-like torso. "I'm not going to deny that it's a fine view." Jim replied, loosening up a bit more. "Nobody else ever has." Garth retorted. "But we wouldn't want the view to get in the way of your repairs." With that, Garth turned his attention back onto the truck, leaving Jim to wait for his initial inspection to finish. Minutes passed before Garth addressed Jim again. "Unfortunately, this is going to take longer than I thought." Garth piped up. "The engine is beyond repair, I'm afraid. I'll have to rebuild several parts of it from scratch." Jim looked up a bit disappointed. Before walking over to where Garth was standing. "That's okay," Jim replied. "As long as you can eventually get me back on the road, I'll be happy." Garth nodded and turned to walk away, but something stopped him. Turning back around he looked at Jim with a strange expression on his face. "You know, I don't really mind keeping you here for a while longer," Garth said. "I've got a few projects I've been working on that need an extra pair of hands." Jim looked at Garth quizzically, not sure what he's hinting at. "What kind of projects?" Jim asked, feeling a sense of suspicion. "Oh, nothing too exciting." Garth shrugged, his expression still unreadable. "Just some work around the shop, maybe some personal improvements. Nothing too complicated." He pauses for a moment, his eyes scanning your body. "You'd be a good help," Garth added. "Sure." Jim hesitantly replied. "I'm a carpenter by trade, I'm used to a little manual labor." Jim turned to look out a nearby window while adjusting himself in your jeans before continuing. "Sides, I don't think I'd be able to pay you with money right now anyways." Garth chuckled and nodded, his eyes still fixed on Jim. "Fair enough," Garth replied. Come on, let's get you settled." Jim followed Garth to the back of the shop and into the yard where the junkyard was located. As Jim stepped outside, he was greeted by a muffled cacophony of voices and laughter. In a nearby building Jim can hear a large group of rowdy men. Before he could comment, he was interrupted by Garth. "Now, let's put you to work somewhere you can put your big muscles to use." Garth said. Jim chuckled, trying to break a sense of tension in the air. "Sounds good," Jim replied. "What do you have in mind?" Garth fanned himself using his coveralls while looking out into the center of the junkyard. "For your first day, I'll just introduce you to the guys." Garth said. Jim noticed a mischievous grin start to creep onto Garth's face. "Of course," Jim replied with a hint of trepidation. Garth gestured for Jim to follow him, and Jim and Garth proceeded out into the center of the junkyard. After leaving the shade afforded by the shop buildings Jim began to sweat as the sun beat down into the unprotected center of the rear yard. Confusingly, Garth seemed to be bringing Jim towards a long steel pole sticking out of a raised sand pile. "What's this?" Jim asks, slightly confused. But Jim hadn't asked this particular question nearly fast enough. Before he even knew what was happening Jim felt something cold and metallic close on to both of his wrists. Garth was standing behind him and had locked two heavy steel shackles to each of Jim's wrists. Startled, Jim cried out and swung at Garth, but Garth had pressed a button on a nearby keypad that hung from the top of the pole causing a winch motor to engage. Nearly as quickly as Jim had been shackled, the winch reeled his hands in towards the top of the pole leaving him helpless and strung up in the center of the junkyard. "It's called the Monkey Pole," Garth laughs. "Sorry I didn't answer you right away boy, but I didn't think you'd want to stick around for the full explanation." "WHAT THE FUCK GARTH!" Jim screamed. "WHAT IS THIS!" Jim struggled against his restraints and started calling out for help while Garth started rooting around in a duffle bag that sat on a nearby bench. He pulled a furry brown object out of the bag and started approaching Jim as he continued his tirade. "I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU GARTH! RELEASE ME RIGHT THE FUCK NOW YOU BITCH!" Jim howled, struggling to attack Garth. Garth was holding a bowling ball sized rubber object. In its center there was a large stainless steel ring held in place with straps. If you looked closer, the ring had an extra piece of flat steel sticking out perpendicular from it. With a single swift movement Garth shoves the steel ring into Jim's mouth and zips the object closed onto his head. The steel ring locked Jim's mouth into an open position, the steel bar depressing his tongue flat against the bottom of his mouth. With this ring gag in place, Jim's angry screams had been replaced by a series of hoots and grunts. The mask surrounding his head also restricted his vision and the ability to breathe through his nose. Despite being rendered unable to speak Jim continued to panic, crying out in anger and frustration. Then, pain radiated out from his gut and he began gasping for air. Garth had socked Jim straight in the diaphragm, knocking the wind out of him. "Christ Jim!" Garth yelled. "I don't normally have to put on the mask first but you're gonna wake up the earth itself with your bitching." Garth started stripping Jim's clothes off, starting with his boots and jeans. Garth yanked the pants down and off and a large hairy cock popped out immediately upon their removal. "Going commando, eh boy?" Garth chided. "I like it, it lets me know you're already in the right mindset." Using a pair of shears Garth quickly cut the open flannel off of Jim's chest. Garth paused at the end to admire his handiwork and grope Jim's massive pectoral muscles. "God, look at how perfect these pecs are, boy." Garth remarked. "Now that I've gotten you out here and put that gorilla mask on your head, I can definitely see that you're gonna make a perfect little monkey boy. Jim started to panic again, but every time he called out the only thing that left his mouth were animalistic cries and grunts. Jim's heart pounded in his chest, as he felt Garth attaching several straps to his naked and sweaty body. One strap on each of his arms and legs, and finally he attached a thick leather collar to his neck. As the buckle of the collar clicked closed Jim felt two metal prongs stick into his neck, causing him to dread what might be coming next even more. Garth quietly chuckled. "I can see you're starting to freak out a bit, boy." Garth said as he gave Jim a few firm pats on the chest. "The straps I just attached to you are e-stim collars that are set to keep things entertaining." Jim felt a shiver run down his spine as he imagined what would happen to him if someone got upset with him at this point. "Don't worry," Garth continued, sensing Jim's fear. "You'll be mostly fine as long as you're a good little monkey for me and the boys." Jim could hear Garth walking back in the direction of the duffle bag he'd gotten the mask out of. "The e-stim isn't going to be more juice than a big guy like you can handle." Garth called over his shoulder as he rummaged through his things. "Just one last thing I forgot." Garth approached once more. "We can't have you standing at full height can we?" Garth attached a set of straps that hooked on to each ankle and upper thigh. Extending between the straps was a short length of cord that stopped Jim from fully extending his legs beyond that of a crouch. As Garth attached this last piece of gear, he lowered the winch and chains that were keeping Jim's hands suspended far above his head, letting Jim fall back onto his haunches, crouched close to the ground. When Garth was finally finished, Jim crouched sweaty and hot, wearing a gorilla mask fitted with a ring gag, crouched next to a tall steel pole. The chains attached to Jim's wrists didn't let him bring his hands lower than his shoulders. As Jim sweated and panted in the heat of the junkyard, he imagined that he looked very much like a simple hairy, muscular, ape. And after letting out a sob through the gag in his mouth, he realized he sounded just like one too.