Evil Dudes-Chapter 2

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EVIL DUDES-CHAPTER 2

By Randy MacAnus

The four of us shared an old farm house, with a barn, a large yard, and a huge basement. It was roughly in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by woods. The surrounding farmland, beyond the woods, had been sold to an agribusiness. We never saw anyone we didn’t want to see.

We pulled the van around to the back of the house, and walked our new sex slave in, still bound, naked and blindfolded. We had a protocol in place.

He would never see our faces. Or our house and grounds. He wouldn’t even see the inside or outside of the van. He would always be blindfolded, when he wasn’t in his basement dungeon, school, or getting fucked by a client.

One of us in a ski mask, would walk him away from, or to the van. Or the van would be driven away, while they stood where they were. We would remove his blindfold and restraints (usually) before sending him forth.

Roughly a quarter of the basement had been set up as his dungeon. We had built a cinder block wall to separate his area from the rest of the basement, which we had set up as a porn studio. The walls and ceiling were black. There were no windows.

We had installed an iron door in the wall that separated his dungeon from the studio. There were locking metal doors at both the bottom and top of the stairs.

This was done as much to intimidate our slave, as it was for dramatic purposes in the videos. And it had the desired effect. We didn’t remove the tape that blindfolded him, until he was in his little dungeon room, and the iron door had been slammed shut and locked. Just that sound made him cringe.

We removed the tape from his eyes, and he looked around, in increasing horror.

“Seriously?!”

“Hey! We went to a lot of trouble to prepare this nifty dungeon, just for you!” I said, sounding hurt.

I’m sure he didn’t think he’d hurt my feelings. For one thing, he was surrounded by four bare-chested muscle studs in ski masks, who’d already gang raped him twice. At no point, had any of us displayed our gentle side. Probably, because none of us had one! And while he couldn’t see our faces, he could certainly see the amused looks in our eyes.

The room was all black. The cinder block walls, the twelve foot high beam ceiling, the concrete floor–everything. The light came from medieval style sconces on the walls, and indirect light from the ceiling, when needed. The ceiling light was mainly for shooting video.

We had decided to splurge, and actually got a futon mattress for the platform that would be his bed. It was sealed in heavy plastic, so that clean-up would be easy. There were sheets, of course. Black. We didn’t want him or any of his tormentors sticking to the mattress when things got sweaty and cum soaked.

The bed had iron posts in each corner, that were six feet high and bolted to the concrete floor, as was the bed. There were D rings at regular intervals to facilitate bondage in a wide variety of positions.

As promised, there was a student desk with a laptop and a bookshelf in one corner. We had built a cinder block wall, about four feet high to hide it during playtime. We didn’t want to spoil the mood, after all.

There was a small bathroom with shower, behind an iron door, at the opposite end of the room from the entrance.

There were pulleys and D rings attached to the ceiling beams in convenient locations. Most of the fun devices were in the other part of the basement, but we did install some basic accouterments in our sex slave’s living quarters.

These had our bound teen’s undivided attention. Watching him look from one to the next with wide, terrified blue eyes, was truly a joy! Mounted to one wall was a St. Andrew’s Cross. Next to it was a really sweet pillory, that could be adjusted to hold our prey in a variety of positions. Finally, there was a custom designed fuck bench, made of black oak.

All featured wide, black leather restraints. And on the wall behind his bed, hung a variety of medieval looking toys. Ropes, chains, whips, flails, leg irons, iron and leather collars, wrist, and ankle restraints, thumb screws, dildos, mouth restraints–it was a truly impressive display.

And it had our blonde beauty trembling and moaning uncontrollably! Sweet!! I didn’t want him voiding himself on our lovely concrete floor however, so I decided I’d better calm him down, a little bit.

“Remember, I told you we wouldn’t mark you permanently, or cause you significant damage. But we will be shooting videos, and you will be doing scenes with us, and with clients. And if you’re a good little sex slave, you’ll find we can use this stuff to really turn you on. At least, once we’ve trained you.”

He looked at us with tears in his eyes, and said, “You can use all this stuff without doing serious damage?”

“We probably won’t use all of it. Some things, like the thumb screws, are more for show, or for a possible client request. Remember, we own you. You are valuable property. We are not going to reduce your value.”

With a shudder and a small moan, our teen slave nodded, and looked around the room.

Finally, he said, “So I have to trust you.”

“If you are obedient and work hard to please us and our clients, you will be very valuable to us. It’s in our best interest to keep you healthy, fit and looking good. Just make sure you obey, and always remember, none of this is about your pleasure.