I
It was a cloudy day. I was tying George’s wrists to each end of a stick, and the slightly chubby guy was taking it like a man. The poor b@st@rd was actually convinced it would help him “vanquish his demons”. He was wearing nothing more than a loincloth and his ankles were already bound together. The former manager would be standing like this in my tent for some hours, thinking of the transgressions that had brought him here. I was admiring his face- handsome, despite the beard that completely covered the lower half - and his sorrowful green eyes, when Warren entered, asking me to join him in the common room.
My right hand introduced me to our new prospect, Devin Galloway. The boy was fairly tall, around my size, with short, curly, brown hair, a masculine nose, and big, hazel eyes. His athletic body told the story of someone used to physical activities. He seemed friendly and open-minded, but a blaze of conviction in his eyes announced he wouldn’t be easy to capture. That’s what got my attention. Sure enough, easy preys are good for the business, yet nothing matches the excitement of the hunting. Warren did well, as always.
I had a brief talk with Devin, just to show how receptive we are and how happy we’d be if he decided to join us. Though I sometimes hate having to talk in the plural, it is the first seed of the groupthink I strongly cultivate in my little…family. This bunch of confused guys, fallen in disgrace due to the pandemic, are not only my source of income but a way to satisfy my needs: to dominate others, to be admired, even revered; needs that I had never truly fulfilled until now.
When the speech and the invitation to our weekend retreat were done, I took my sweet time before returning to my tent, checking on the followers and giving them some guidance. By the time I came back, George was already having a hard time holding his position. Contrition didn’t let him make eye contact, so he was just there, staring at the floor with clenching teeth, waiting to be released. He’s usually sweet and humble, but traces of the energic man he used to be still rise to the surface from time to time. That’s why he’s one of my favorites. I get a kick out of showing him his true place, at my feet. After a while, when he collapsed and fell in my arms, trembling. I started to untie him.
The weekend went by just as I expected. The candidates were isolated from the outside world, so no one would interfere with our “readjustment process”. They were always accompanied by one of our trusty members, who would clear out any doubt. Their schedule was filled with activities, leaving no time to rest or think clearly. Food was abundant, but empty of any nutrient, weakening them. We showed them the acceptance they needed. We offered them quick answers to hard questions and filled their heads with imaginary dangers, which was incredibly easy after the pandemic. Our main criteria to choose our new members are their economic resources and/or their spirit; the first ones, to exploit and the latter, to break.
Not all the prospects wanted to stay. Actually, we discretely encouraged some of the most unfit to leave. On the other hand, not all of those who wanted to stay were accepted. Exclusivity is another plus of our group, one that makes them feel special. Devin, though easy-going, proved to be hard to convince. Nevertheless, he finally gave in and asked to be a part of our family. He was rejected.
Follow the leader (M/M)
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Follow the leader (M/M)
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EzraMarubayashi
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II
Watching the novices walking in the woods, wearing nothing but a loincloth, blindfolded, with their wrists firmly tied behind their backs, as they followed my voice through the only clear, safe path, is the best way to remember why I started this whole enterprise. They’re mostly like lambs right now, too afraid to face the outside world on their own, willing to submit to anyone who offers them a way out.
The initiation serves many purposes besides my own selfish pleasure. It allows me to get to know them better, explore their attitudes when they’re vulnerable, their acceptance of my authority, their character when facing a difficult situation. For them, it’s a way to cement their sense of belonging. They’re not sales leaders, accountants, managers, or engineers anymore, now they’re part of something bigger, or so they think. They’re told this ritual represents rebirth as part of nature once again, leaving behind their vanity and material attachments, so they can start their journey in humble communion with their surroundings, learning to trust and to accept their limitations. Sometimes it’s hard for me to keep a straight face as I tell them all this bullshit.
Most of these guys seem frail and scared as they make their way, but others, oh, you can see them struggling with themselves as to why they’re going through it, knowing they’re better than this. Their arms ever strained within their bindings, trying subconsciously to escape. When I address them, it’s like they can see me through their blindfolds. Those are set apart once the ritual is over, so I can dedicate some special attention to them. Today I’ve spotted two of these specimens, unfortunately, I have other business to take care of, as one of the pledges is of particular interest to me. It would be up to Warren to make them feel welcome.
Barry Thompson, that’s the name of the newbie, approached me during the welcome weekend, when we selected the candidates. He straight told me that he knew all this was a scam, and he was ok with it. He didn’t mind what we wanted to do to him as a member of our community. The young man had spent most of the high school being bullied, bound, and locked up, and after a few years of freedom, he had fallen once again in hands of the same jerk that made his teenage years miserable, so he was used to being a toy for others, still, he was desperate to change of ownership. This Jacob guy, quite a sadistic fella, had him cornered with information about some monkey businesses he had been into.
He had done his homework and resolved that we were his only hope, even if it meant donating all his assets to us. Obviously, I put my most innocent face at the fraud accusations, but I put my people to look into every piece of information we could gather. The fact that the young architect ended up suspended in a hogtie in the center of my tent should prove that I considered his offer suitable.
His slim, pale body was completely limp in his bondage, showing a total acceptance of his current condition. I admit the lack of challenge is a bit of a turn-off, yet it’s understandable how this is an improvement from his previous ordeal in hands of Jacob. He’s so glad to have this refuge that he could lick my hand like a grateful puppy, in fact, he has, a couple of times so far. The idea of that guy out there, looking for him, chills him to the bones. I promised him that I’d do everything in my power to hide him from the beast.
I met with Warren after setting Barry free and asked him what he had done to treat our initiates. He took me to the place where he had them bound to trees, on their knees, with their ankles around and tied behind the trunk, and their arms extended over their heads and bound behind the trunk as well, fastened with a white cloth. They looked completely defenseless, especially since their blindfolds were still on. I could tell by the redden spots on their bodies, that Warren had made his part in the softening process. I like his style.
“What are we gonna do about the detective?”, Warren asked me, barely able to hold up his laughter after the last word. You see, cops don’t usually have a high opinion of private detectives. Yes, my right-hand Warren is an undercover agent sent to investigate my little “family”. It didn’t take me long to find out, even though the guy was doing a great job. Recruiting him has been my boldest and most reckless movement so far. There was just something about him that let me know he would be better beside me than against me.
About the detective in question, our dear Devin Galloway, I explained to Warren that our most recent addition, Barry, gave me an idea on how to deal with him. He wasn’t, by any means, the first guy on my track. They’re usually losers that can be dealt with quite easily, not being worth any special attention. However, with others like Devin, I prefer to take a long way around. Each one is different, and I like new approaches for every case. I’m sure this guy will be fun to work with.
Watching the novices walking in the woods, wearing nothing but a loincloth, blindfolded, with their wrists firmly tied behind their backs, as they followed my voice through the only clear, safe path, is the best way to remember why I started this whole enterprise. They’re mostly like lambs right now, too afraid to face the outside world on their own, willing to submit to anyone who offers them a way out.
The initiation serves many purposes besides my own selfish pleasure. It allows me to get to know them better, explore their attitudes when they’re vulnerable, their acceptance of my authority, their character when facing a difficult situation. For them, it’s a way to cement their sense of belonging. They’re not sales leaders, accountants, managers, or engineers anymore, now they’re part of something bigger, or so they think. They’re told this ritual represents rebirth as part of nature once again, leaving behind their vanity and material attachments, so they can start their journey in humble communion with their surroundings, learning to trust and to accept their limitations. Sometimes it’s hard for me to keep a straight face as I tell them all this bullshit.
Most of these guys seem frail and scared as they make their way, but others, oh, you can see them struggling with themselves as to why they’re going through it, knowing they’re better than this. Their arms ever strained within their bindings, trying subconsciously to escape. When I address them, it’s like they can see me through their blindfolds. Those are set apart once the ritual is over, so I can dedicate some special attention to them. Today I’ve spotted two of these specimens, unfortunately, I have other business to take care of, as one of the pledges is of particular interest to me. It would be up to Warren to make them feel welcome.
Barry Thompson, that’s the name of the newbie, approached me during the welcome weekend, when we selected the candidates. He straight told me that he knew all this was a scam, and he was ok with it. He didn’t mind what we wanted to do to him as a member of our community. The young man had spent most of the high school being bullied, bound, and locked up, and after a few years of freedom, he had fallen once again in hands of the same jerk that made his teenage years miserable, so he was used to being a toy for others, still, he was desperate to change of ownership. This Jacob guy, quite a sadistic fella, had him cornered with information about some monkey businesses he had been into.
He had done his homework and resolved that we were his only hope, even if it meant donating all his assets to us. Obviously, I put my most innocent face at the fraud accusations, but I put my people to look into every piece of information we could gather. The fact that the young architect ended up suspended in a hogtie in the center of my tent should prove that I considered his offer suitable.
His slim, pale body was completely limp in his bondage, showing a total acceptance of his current condition. I admit the lack of challenge is a bit of a turn-off, yet it’s understandable how this is an improvement from his previous ordeal in hands of Jacob. He’s so glad to have this refuge that he could lick my hand like a grateful puppy, in fact, he has, a couple of times so far. The idea of that guy out there, looking for him, chills him to the bones. I promised him that I’d do everything in my power to hide him from the beast.
I met with Warren after setting Barry free and asked him what he had done to treat our initiates. He took me to the place where he had them bound to trees, on their knees, with their ankles around and tied behind the trunk, and their arms extended over their heads and bound behind the trunk as well, fastened with a white cloth. They looked completely defenseless, especially since their blindfolds were still on. I could tell by the redden spots on their bodies, that Warren had made his part in the softening process. I like his style.
“What are we gonna do about the detective?”, Warren asked me, barely able to hold up his laughter after the last word. You see, cops don’t usually have a high opinion of private detectives. Yes, my right-hand Warren is an undercover agent sent to investigate my little “family”. It didn’t take me long to find out, even though the guy was doing a great job. Recruiting him has been my boldest and most reckless movement so far. There was just something about him that let me know he would be better beside me than against me.
About the detective in question, our dear Devin Galloway, I explained to Warren that our most recent addition, Barry, gave me an idea on how to deal with him. He wasn’t, by any means, the first guy on my track. They’re usually losers that can be dealt with quite easily, not being worth any special attention. However, with others like Devin, I prefer to take a long way around. Each one is different, and I like new approaches for every case. I’m sure this guy will be fun to work with.
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III
I asked Carson Woodard, one of the new pledges, for his diary, just to check on his progress. I request them to keep one, starting from the weekend retreat, arguing that it would help them through their rebirth. They’re allowed to keep it private for as long as they need, only sharing it with me when they’re confident enough. It usually takes them a week to get there. They want to please me and showing their trust is one way to do it. So, I started skimming through it.
“Today I finally dared to take a step forward. After this weekend, it’s clear to me that I don’t belong out there. All this time that I’ve questioned myself for not being able to fit in took its toll on me, I just want to be somewhere I can call home. I know mom and Karen won’t get it, they never do. Garret may even try to dissuade me -if I get to see him, that is-, but my decision is final”.
Blah, blah, blah, him selling all his stuff, family drama galore. It’s not like they cared enough for him, anyway.
“I really thought it would be weird, but everyone here has made me feel at home. It’s like I’ve known them my whole life…
…So, Ellis led us to the woods, and we undressed for the ritual. I’m very self-conscious about my body. I would never walk around wearing only a loincloth anywhere else. I’ve worked out for years, and yet, I can’t stop feeling vulnerable wearing so little. Only the master’s presence and the company of the other guys made me feel at ease. Then, Ellis told us to put our hands behind our backs, with our wrists crossed. I had never been tied up before, not even playing. For a second, the idea of being almost naked and tied up in the middle of the woods, made me wanna run away. However, I’m tired of running. This is what I came here for, to face my fears and find my true self, and as Ellis said, they’re my family now, I trust them.
I watched as the master bound everyone before me. I couldn’t stop staring at their arms being fastened carefully with the long, white cloth, watching as it was wrapped around their wrists, the movement of their hands to adjust to the feeling, the final knot completely out of reach. I wondered how it would feel like when it was my turn. The cloth looked smooth, yet strong, so I was trying to imagine the sensation on my wrists. I even fought my imaginary bindings for a second. It’s something I do when I’m anxious, trying to put myself in the situation before it happens for real.
When it was finally my turn, I shivered a little when I felt Ellis using the cloth to secure my hands. It was as soft as I imagined, and also as firm. Every time he wrapped another loop, tightening my bondage, I felt more and more defenseless. The master must have noticed that I was nervous, ‘cos he made it slower for me, although I’m not sure it really helped. I watched the other guys waiting for me to be done with. They looked a little more relaxed than me, but still tugging on their bindings to make them fit. I felt the knot being made, leaving me truly restrained. I instinctively tried to escape my bondage, to no avail. I was stuck like that until someone else helped me out. It was a strange, unsettling feeling, acerbated when we were blindfolded. The master’s embrace made me feel more comfortable, safer, but at the same time, more vulnerable. We were both scantily clad, we had that in common. In contrast, he was free, and his strong arms reminded me that I was to be at his mercy until the ritual was over.
In minutes, we were nothing but a bunch of kids, lost and helpless in the middle of nowhere. Only Ellis knew where we should go, only he knew the safe way to get there. Tied up and blindfolded as we were, we had no choice but to trust him. I became more aware of the sounds, of the breeze, of the insects that stepped on me. I was dressed just enough to save some modesty, oddly, I wondered what it would be like to be fully naked.
After some time to adjust to our new conditions, I heard Ellis walking away, and feared for a second that he would leave us there. I know it’s stupid, he would never do that, I was just nervous. Then, I heard his voice, he wasn’t far, and it was loud, powerful, and clear. I instantly found the right direction and started walking fast, almost running. Part of me wanted to get to him so he could hold me tight and make me feel better, but he told me to go slower.
The master was careful with his instructions as he guided us through the woods. At no point did we trip or bump into each other or a tree. The feel of the leaves and branches on our bare chests was scary at first, but we got used to it, blending ourselves with our surroundings. Only the occasional whip of a branch caused by someone walking ahead snapped me back to reality. Even though I was sweaty and hot, I was more and more excited. This was new for me, like if I had never been to the woods before, or anywhere else for that matter. How did I live for 23 years ever so numb? Everything had a voice now.
We finally got to the pond and the master told us to stop, for that was the end of our trip, but before he could set us free, we had to be baptized. I heard with growing expectation as my brothers moaned. I didn’t know the reason for that. It was clear later when the master used a soft sponge to bathe me with the water of the pond. The cold water felt great against my hot body, still, I gasped from time to time, especially when he cleaned my sweaty underarms, tenderly pulling my bound arms to reach there. When he released our hands and let us take off the blindfolds, we experienced the world with brand new eyes. I looked at my brothers, who seemed just as fascinated as I was. I felt like I was truly a newborn. It’s the best moment in my life and we didn’t stop talking about it on our way back or for the rest of the day”.
Carson seems to be doing fine. His donations have been good for the business and the boy has made new friends already. Most importantly, he listens to every word I say. He will be very helpful in keeping the other guys in line. Despite his rough complexion, he’s still a child and his brothers are growing quite fond of him. That kind of ties is stronger than the physical ones, though I prefer the latter.
Now that I’m on the subject, things are moving forward regarding Devin. I’ve got a meeting with Jacob, Barry’s previous owner, to discuss some business. The guy’s M.O. is to lure his victims acting as an escort, so I’ve got everything set. He should be the one doing all the dirty work, it’s better that way. Still, I’m having a seat on the first row.
I asked Carson Woodard, one of the new pledges, for his diary, just to check on his progress. I request them to keep one, starting from the weekend retreat, arguing that it would help them through their rebirth. They’re allowed to keep it private for as long as they need, only sharing it with me when they’re confident enough. It usually takes them a week to get there. They want to please me and showing their trust is one way to do it. So, I started skimming through it.
“Today I finally dared to take a step forward. After this weekend, it’s clear to me that I don’t belong out there. All this time that I’ve questioned myself for not being able to fit in took its toll on me, I just want to be somewhere I can call home. I know mom and Karen won’t get it, they never do. Garret may even try to dissuade me -if I get to see him, that is-, but my decision is final”.
Blah, blah, blah, him selling all his stuff, family drama galore. It’s not like they cared enough for him, anyway.
“I really thought it would be weird, but everyone here has made me feel at home. It’s like I’ve known them my whole life…
…So, Ellis led us to the woods, and we undressed for the ritual. I’m very self-conscious about my body. I would never walk around wearing only a loincloth anywhere else. I’ve worked out for years, and yet, I can’t stop feeling vulnerable wearing so little. Only the master’s presence and the company of the other guys made me feel at ease. Then, Ellis told us to put our hands behind our backs, with our wrists crossed. I had never been tied up before, not even playing. For a second, the idea of being almost naked and tied up in the middle of the woods, made me wanna run away. However, I’m tired of running. This is what I came here for, to face my fears and find my true self, and as Ellis said, they’re my family now, I trust them.
I watched as the master bound everyone before me. I couldn’t stop staring at their arms being fastened carefully with the long, white cloth, watching as it was wrapped around their wrists, the movement of their hands to adjust to the feeling, the final knot completely out of reach. I wondered how it would feel like when it was my turn. The cloth looked smooth, yet strong, so I was trying to imagine the sensation on my wrists. I even fought my imaginary bindings for a second. It’s something I do when I’m anxious, trying to put myself in the situation before it happens for real.
When it was finally my turn, I shivered a little when I felt Ellis using the cloth to secure my hands. It was as soft as I imagined, and also as firm. Every time he wrapped another loop, tightening my bondage, I felt more and more defenseless. The master must have noticed that I was nervous, ‘cos he made it slower for me, although I’m not sure it really helped. I watched the other guys waiting for me to be done with. They looked a little more relaxed than me, but still tugging on their bindings to make them fit. I felt the knot being made, leaving me truly restrained. I instinctively tried to escape my bondage, to no avail. I was stuck like that until someone else helped me out. It was a strange, unsettling feeling, acerbated when we were blindfolded. The master’s embrace made me feel more comfortable, safer, but at the same time, more vulnerable. We were both scantily clad, we had that in common. In contrast, he was free, and his strong arms reminded me that I was to be at his mercy until the ritual was over.
In minutes, we were nothing but a bunch of kids, lost and helpless in the middle of nowhere. Only Ellis knew where we should go, only he knew the safe way to get there. Tied up and blindfolded as we were, we had no choice but to trust him. I became more aware of the sounds, of the breeze, of the insects that stepped on me. I was dressed just enough to save some modesty, oddly, I wondered what it would be like to be fully naked.
After some time to adjust to our new conditions, I heard Ellis walking away, and feared for a second that he would leave us there. I know it’s stupid, he would never do that, I was just nervous. Then, I heard his voice, he wasn’t far, and it was loud, powerful, and clear. I instantly found the right direction and started walking fast, almost running. Part of me wanted to get to him so he could hold me tight and make me feel better, but he told me to go slower.
The master was careful with his instructions as he guided us through the woods. At no point did we trip or bump into each other or a tree. The feel of the leaves and branches on our bare chests was scary at first, but we got used to it, blending ourselves with our surroundings. Only the occasional whip of a branch caused by someone walking ahead snapped me back to reality. Even though I was sweaty and hot, I was more and more excited. This was new for me, like if I had never been to the woods before, or anywhere else for that matter. How did I live for 23 years ever so numb? Everything had a voice now.
We finally got to the pond and the master told us to stop, for that was the end of our trip, but before he could set us free, we had to be baptized. I heard with growing expectation as my brothers moaned. I didn’t know the reason for that. It was clear later when the master used a soft sponge to bathe me with the water of the pond. The cold water felt great against my hot body, still, I gasped from time to time, especially when he cleaned my sweaty underarms, tenderly pulling my bound arms to reach there. When he released our hands and let us take off the blindfolds, we experienced the world with brand new eyes. I looked at my brothers, who seemed just as fascinated as I was. I felt like I was truly a newborn. It’s the best moment in my life and we didn’t stop talking about it on our way back or for the rest of the day”.
Carson seems to be doing fine. His donations have been good for the business and the boy has made new friends already. Most importantly, he listens to every word I say. He will be very helpful in keeping the other guys in line. Despite his rough complexion, he’s still a child and his brothers are growing quite fond of him. That kind of ties is stronger than the physical ones, though I prefer the latter.
Now that I’m on the subject, things are moving forward regarding Devin. I’ve got a meeting with Jacob, Barry’s previous owner, to discuss some business. The guy’s M.O. is to lure his victims acting as an escort, so I’ve got everything set. He should be the one doing all the dirty work, it’s better that way. Still, I’m having a seat on the first row.
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EzraMarubayashi
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IV
I’ve been watching this video of what happened a couple of days ago. This Jacob guy takes his business pretty seriously, going the extra mile to make himself appealing for his victims. When the acolyte that served as a bait let him into the apartment, he acted like a professional, with charming, pearly smiles, insinuating gazes, and an eloquent body language, that made clear that he could smash my boy if he wanted to, but that his physique was there only to please. His garments were perfectly selected to highlight his developed muscles, while still sporting a casual, white-collar elegance.
After they went through their agreement, they passed to my acolyte’s bedroom, which had been previously set to house the sort of activities Jacob had been hired for. His ever-flirtatious attitude, cocky, funny, and sometimes shy -like when the chains were shown to him-, even though part of his act, seemed utterly natural. If I didn’t know him better, I would have sworn he was actually into guys.
My boy insisted on undressing the escort himself. It wasn’t part of the script, but, hey, the guy earned it. Besides, it gave the whole thing a more authentic vibe. The anatomy thus revealed had been carefully crafted, with a perfect balance between mass and definition, exquisitely groomed, showing just the right amount of body hair to make him look masculine, while still attractive for the greater public. Once Jacob was clad in just some sort of leather jockstrap, he was led to the center of the room, where the hooks had been placed. Then, the acolyte produced some chains that he attached to the limbs of the escort, leaving him strung up, with his feet fixed to the floor, forming an inverted Y. The restraints were strong enough to render him harmless but loose enough to make it look like the game it was supposed to be.
The ball gag being inserted into his mouth and buckled up tightly was my entrance. Man, I still pause that part of the video when he realized he had been set up. He struggled for a moment before he realized it was useless. He was trapped. All he could do was wait to see how things worked out for him. He tried to regain his cool, but he couldn’t stop his eyes from shooting daggers when I retrieved the camera he had hidden when he thought nobody was watching. Only then did I take off my dark glasses and hat.
I’m not gonna lie, I liked it when he recognized me. His clenching fists and heavier breathing made it clear that he didn’t like it if he wasn’t in control. Before I took off his gag, I pinched a nipple hard, while looking at him in the eye. It was like watching a tiger, cornered and savage. Even his grunting was sort of menacing.
“So, my info is useless. You must have been really interested in this talking if you worked so hard to make it happen”. Jacob seemed to have put himself back together.
“I had to since you weren’t returning my calls”.
“You took something from me, and I want it back”, he said calmly, while trying to kill me with his gaze.
“Well, that’s what I’m here for. You see, there’s this guy that I’d like to get off my back, a detective, so I thought we could make an agreement”.
“I’m sorry to hear that, but that’s not really my area”, Jacob commented casually, almost bored.
Grunting coming from the other room erased the recently regained coolness off his face. I nodded to let my acolyte know he should bring in the package; a nicely wrapped up jock, whose mouth had been heavily sealed with duct tape. The hogtied guy was dropped before the escort, who didn’t even try to hide his rage this time. The new captive had been waiting outside the house, hidden in a van, monitoring everything in case things went wrong. The fact that a second package was delivered next didn’t do much to improve Jacob’s mood. The second trussed-up guy had been sitting in a car, a block away.
“So what, did you happen to bring my brother as well?”.
“No, but I know enough about him to send him a proper invitation if that’s what you want”.
“What do you want from me? I’m not a murderer”, Jacob said, after a deep breath.
“Neither am I, but I’m sure you’ll find a way to get rid of him”.
“You’re obviously well prepared, why don’t you do it yourself?”.
“The looser the linking, the better”, I answered while pulling on his pit hair, something he didn’t appreciate. “Besides, I respect your work and would like to build a business relationship here. If you do this for me, the scaredy, little architect will be delivered at your feet, just like these partners of yours”.
Said captives squirmed on the ground, trying to save some of their dignity.
“In that case, you’ve got yourself a deal”, Jacob stated with a wicked smile.
“Perfect, I’ll be sending you what I have about Mr. Galloway. In the meantime, I think my boy here still has about forty minutes left of quality time with you”.
The captive flailed in vain in his chains when he saw the ball gag approaching, and yet, in the last second, decided to graciously accept it in his mouth, resuming his role once again. Like I said, a true professional.
I’ve been watching this video of what happened a couple of days ago. This Jacob guy takes his business pretty seriously, going the extra mile to make himself appealing for his victims. When the acolyte that served as a bait let him into the apartment, he acted like a professional, with charming, pearly smiles, insinuating gazes, and an eloquent body language, that made clear that he could smash my boy if he wanted to, but that his physique was there only to please. His garments were perfectly selected to highlight his developed muscles, while still sporting a casual, white-collar elegance.
After they went through their agreement, they passed to my acolyte’s bedroom, which had been previously set to house the sort of activities Jacob had been hired for. His ever-flirtatious attitude, cocky, funny, and sometimes shy -like when the chains were shown to him-, even though part of his act, seemed utterly natural. If I didn’t know him better, I would have sworn he was actually into guys.
My boy insisted on undressing the escort himself. It wasn’t part of the script, but, hey, the guy earned it. Besides, it gave the whole thing a more authentic vibe. The anatomy thus revealed had been carefully crafted, with a perfect balance between mass and definition, exquisitely groomed, showing just the right amount of body hair to make him look masculine, while still attractive for the greater public. Once Jacob was clad in just some sort of leather jockstrap, he was led to the center of the room, where the hooks had been placed. Then, the acolyte produced some chains that he attached to the limbs of the escort, leaving him strung up, with his feet fixed to the floor, forming an inverted Y. The restraints were strong enough to render him harmless but loose enough to make it look like the game it was supposed to be.
The ball gag being inserted into his mouth and buckled up tightly was my entrance. Man, I still pause that part of the video when he realized he had been set up. He struggled for a moment before he realized it was useless. He was trapped. All he could do was wait to see how things worked out for him. He tried to regain his cool, but he couldn’t stop his eyes from shooting daggers when I retrieved the camera he had hidden when he thought nobody was watching. Only then did I take off my dark glasses and hat.
I’m not gonna lie, I liked it when he recognized me. His clenching fists and heavier breathing made it clear that he didn’t like it if he wasn’t in control. Before I took off his gag, I pinched a nipple hard, while looking at him in the eye. It was like watching a tiger, cornered and savage. Even his grunting was sort of menacing.
“So, my info is useless. You must have been really interested in this talking if you worked so hard to make it happen”. Jacob seemed to have put himself back together.
“I had to since you weren’t returning my calls”.
“You took something from me, and I want it back”, he said calmly, while trying to kill me with his gaze.
“Well, that’s what I’m here for. You see, there’s this guy that I’d like to get off my back, a detective, so I thought we could make an agreement”.
“I’m sorry to hear that, but that’s not really my area”, Jacob commented casually, almost bored.
Grunting coming from the other room erased the recently regained coolness off his face. I nodded to let my acolyte know he should bring in the package; a nicely wrapped up jock, whose mouth had been heavily sealed with duct tape. The hogtied guy was dropped before the escort, who didn’t even try to hide his rage this time. The new captive had been waiting outside the house, hidden in a van, monitoring everything in case things went wrong. The fact that a second package was delivered next didn’t do much to improve Jacob’s mood. The second trussed-up guy had been sitting in a car, a block away.
“So what, did you happen to bring my brother as well?”.
“No, but I know enough about him to send him a proper invitation if that’s what you want”.
“What do you want from me? I’m not a murderer”, Jacob said, after a deep breath.
“Neither am I, but I’m sure you’ll find a way to get rid of him”.
“You’re obviously well prepared, why don’t you do it yourself?”.
“The looser the linking, the better”, I answered while pulling on his pit hair, something he didn’t appreciate. “Besides, I respect your work and would like to build a business relationship here. If you do this for me, the scaredy, little architect will be delivered at your feet, just like these partners of yours”.
Said captives squirmed on the ground, trying to save some of their dignity.
“In that case, you’ve got yourself a deal”, Jacob stated with a wicked smile.
“Perfect, I’ll be sending you what I have about Mr. Galloway. In the meantime, I think my boy here still has about forty minutes left of quality time with you”.
The captive flailed in vain in his chains when he saw the ball gag approaching, and yet, in the last second, decided to graciously accept it in his mouth, resuming his role once again. Like I said, a true professional.
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