This is my first submission to Nifty. I wrote it ages ago and submitted it to DRUMMER magazine. They accepted it but changed editors before it went to print, and that's the last I heard. Time to get it off my hard drive and into your horny hands.
It's an S&M riff on the movie DOUBLE INDEMNITY with BONDAGE, S&M, CONTROL, WATERSPORTS, FISTING, SLINGS, NO ARROWS. Don't read if you're underage or troubled by "bad thoughts" about your gay impulses. Crazy Christians, please at least try to resist.
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CHAINED (CONCLUSION)
PART 7
Some weeks passed, with many refinements in what Mike smilingly called my "repertoire." Sue was thrilled with how much money I was bringing in, and for the first time I noticed she seemed happier on payday than during the rest of the week. I had never thought of her as so materially minded.
She was into her fifth month now, and every night after work she'd carry on about how the house was going to look, how we were going to do a "major overhaul" since I'd "finally hit paydirt." I felt kind of like a fairy tale character whose life depends on his sudden wealth. But I was a broken-down prince at this point. My married life had slowed considerably, and I wondered if Sue was mad about the fact that I didn't feel much like fucking her anymore. She knew I was tired from work, but I thought she attributed it more to her being pregnant. One day she asked.
"You're turned off to me because of this big belly."
She smiled when she said this, so I couldn't be too upset.
"No, not at all," I said.
"I thought that was why we hadn't been screwing much lately."
"No -- it's the job. It takes... so much out of me."
"Well, if that's what it takes, I can live with it! Honey, we're doing better than I can believe."
"We are, aren't we?" I said, wondering if I should at least offer to eat her out that night, knowing somehow that I wouldn't, and that she wouldn't care if I did.
PART 8
Mike was accelerating my "education," taking me from "cherry boy" to what he called "USDA prime beef slave." I tried to ignore this kind of crazy talk, and just thought about all the money I was making. I had started to adapt to the regimen: come in later than the other guys, work five or six hours during the day, then go to Mike's office and strip down and let him work me over. I was bothered by all the "slave" talk and didn't see myself that way, just as a guy (one of many there, I was sure) who wanted to get ahead.
I had learned a lot about pleasing a guy like Mike -- how to accept almost anything he wanted to give me. I no longer resisted when he told me he was going to fuck me. I just got down on the floor, either on all fours or flat on my belly. We didn't even bother with the bed anymore. He liked it better on the concrete floor, even though it was cold for me. I always wondered why Sue never asked about the scratches and bruises I had. Maybe she didn't notice. Mike was pretty careful, though. He tried not to bruise me in any obvious places.
He also taught me how to get "fisted," as he called it. I never knew there was such a thing or that an ass can be stretched so far. I learned to drink his piss on command, something I would never have dreamed possible before I did it. I had begun to think of it like that: I had two lives, the first with Sue and the kid and my parents, increasingly distant and unreal; and the second, my time with Mike that I was getting more and more used to and to crave.
Any tendency I had to get lazy was stopped by Mike. I had thought about coming to work and just going directly into his office and staying there all day "learning" and "ministering to his needs," as he said. I was getting bored with carpentry, and the thought of Mike devoting a whole day straight -- maybe even every day, I fantasized -- to working me over had somehow become an exciting prospect in my life.
One evening, after all the other guys had left, I was lying on his mattress on my back. Mike was sitting on my chest, with the head of his dick so close to my mouth I could almost suck it -- almost.
"I've been thinking," he said, scooting a little forward and putting his hand around his dick and slapping my face with it.
"Yes, sir," I said.
"I've been thinking how I want you all the time. You're so goddamn good and sincere I feel like I have to have you permanently. I'm still just in the thinking stage on this, but how does it strike you?"
I looked up at his dick, then at his face, and opened my mouth to answer. Before I could speak, he slid his dick in. I opened wide. I watched the thick veins along the shaft. He got into a position like he was going to do push-ups, but instead of touching his chest to the floor, he rhythmically hit the back of my throat with the head of his dick. I was kind of proud of how wide I could open my mouth and throat these days.
He continued to thrust for a few minutes until he came. I didn't have to lap it up; he shot it deep into my guts and kept his dick in my throat until it got soft. I sputtered and choked and he watched me, waiting for me to recover, which I did in just a few minutes. He sat back on my chest, in a relaxed mood.
"The thing about me," he said, in a confidential tone, "is I can fuck all day and all night. My dick is just never ever satisfied. Even when I feel satisfied, my dick wants more and more. You like that, piggy boy, don't you?"
"Yes I do, sir," I found myself saying. I was no longer surprised at anything that came out of my mouth -- or went into it.
"I broke you good, didn't I?"
"You broke me good, sir," I said, lazily licking his balls.
"I never dreamed you'd be this easy. When I first saw you I thought you'd be a problem, but you came right along, better than any of the other guys I've tried things with."
"I did, sir."
"Why, though? Why were you so easy?"
"I don't know," I said, honestly. I didn't want to have to think about my own degradation. Plus I was thinking about Sue, what she would say if she walked in and saw this naked man straddling my chest and me licking his balls like a hungry goddamn dog.
"I know why. You were born for this -- bred for it. Your parents raised you to be a good boy. A good cherry boy for life. Being good all the time builds up a lot of tension in a boy. Tension that's got to be released some time. You built up a ton in your life, more than even you know, I can tell. The only time you're really happy now is when I've got my dick up your ass, or down your throat, ramming the relaxation into you. The only time you can relax now is if I'm squirting my juice into you. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, right, sir," I said, listening intently to this analysis of myself and trying to make sense of it.
"I know the money was the lure, but now I could pay you ten cents an hour and you'd be happy to work, as long as you knew you were going to get this" -- he shook his still-hard dick at me and smiled -- "every night. I could even whore you out. Collect a couple of bucks and peddle your hole to every crackhead and horny fuck in town. Am I right?"
"You are, sir," I said, shuddering a bit at the ease with which I agreed to this creepy scenario.
"Not that I'd do it. I have other plans for my cherry boy."
He stood up, then slowly squatted onto my face, so his asshole was directly over my mouth. I looked up and moaned.
"Get ready to kiss your former life goodbye," he said, laughing, then sitting down.
PART 9
I puzzled over Mike's comment about "wanting it all the time," but not for long. He ignored me for a couple of days, then called me into his office. When his voice came over the loudspeaker, several of the guys working around me looked up and (I thought) smirked and kind of nodded. Well, so they knew. So what. Fuck `em.
"You remember the movie Double Indemnity?"
I said I thought I'd heard of it, and got down on my knees in front of him and opened my mouth.
"Time for that later," he said, playfully slapping my mouth. "Right now, listen."
"In this movie a guy falls for this kind of... slutty blonde. She's married to a rich guy but she hates him. So this new guy, it's Fred Macmurray, he's an insurance salesman and the two of them concoct a little plot to get rid of the husband and get a lot of money in the process. Are you with me so far?"
I nodded, but pointed to my mouth and kind of whined.
"All right, you goddamned little whore," he said, in a voice half-annoyed, half-amused.
He unzipped and stuck his dick in my mouth. My lips closed tight over it and he pushed it in till the head rested deep down in my throat. "Suck while I talk," he ordered.
"Mmmm ... that's good. So they sell the guy a personal insurance policy for lots of bucks, then they off him. But it's how they off him that's interesting."
He paused and looked down at me as my mouth was sliding up and down on his dick. He put his hands behind my head and began to fuck my throat, slamming my head up and down in a way I'd gotten used to, longed for.
"All right then, first things first, ," he said, in a low tone, his voice aroused, like he had to finish face-fucking me before he could continue about this Double Indemnity thing.
He grunted and pumped me full of cum with a grunt, then said "Okay." He let me keep the head in my mouth while he talked, and eventually some piss flowed down my throat.
"What they do -- it's really clever," he said, excited now at some mental image he was entertaining that featured (I imagined) the two of us in triumph -- "she drives the husband near the railroad tracks, and her boyfriend's hiding in the back. He reaches up and strangles the guy, they dump the body on the tracks, and the boyfriend, MacMurray, disguises himself as the husband, gets on the train like the husband was supposed to, and makes a contact there so witnesses will say he went on the train."
I took my mouth off his dick and said, "Don't tell me they got away with it."
"Well, they would have, but for MacMurray's tightass boss, who was on to every fucking little thing. He figured out what was going on."
I liked it when Mike took me into his confidence, even if it was for some strange plan. I liked his casualness. It wasn't that he stopped being my boss -- in a way he was even more so, when he treated me in a nice way like this. In this mood, he didn't have to prove he was my Master, like he sometimes did, when he was in a bad mood, or something I did bugged him and he would make me "pay."
"So how does all this affect us?"
"Glad you asked!" He sat down behind his desk and pulled me up and sat me on his lap, kind of arranged me for the comfort of both of us, like he would a little kid.
"I want you permanently. I don't want you going home to your wife or your kids anymore. I don't want you fucking her -- ever again. I know you don't anyway -- now. I want to be able to fuck you as often as my dick tells me to, day or night. I want you for my bottom boy, pet, fuckhole, slave, bitch, whoreboy, twenty-four fucking hours a day."
I didn't say anything for a minute. I thought I had detached pretty much from my home. He was right to say I had stopped fucking Sue, though how he knew I wasn't sure. I didn't want to fuck her now, and wouldn't have, even if she demanded it. The new kid was on the way, and George Jr. -- well, I played with him when I was home, but it was like playing with somebody else's kid, or a doll. I was mentally in Mike's office, on his bed, under him.
But somehow I wasn't prepared for the total break.
"Are you scared, George?" I heard Mike's deep voice pull me out of my dream.
"Not scared and not not scared," I said, unable to say more.
"But you're hesitating. Haven't you learned by now that I'm the one?"
"I've learned it, Mike, I have," I said, thinking about my situation and feeling a tingling sensation. I couldn't help it now, for god's sake I was crying.
He hugged me to him and dried my eyes with the heel of his hand.
"Cherry boy?"
"You're telling me I have to leave behind my whole past life -- parents included?"
"All of it -- wife, kids, parents. All for this."
He put my hand on his dick.
"You missed a little come. Lick it off," he said. I did, grateful to be pulled out of my emotions and back into the safety of service.
"Glad you didn't hesitate."
"I wouldn't, Mike. It's just -- "
He put his strong arms around me and pulled me harder to his chest, and began rubbing my head with his fist.
"How is all this supposed to happen?" My mouth was against his chest, and I took the chance to lick some of the black curling hairs there, then took the liberty of unbuttoning his shirt and nursing on his big nipple like a big goddamn baby. I could feel myself starting to cry again.
"Simple," he said, indulgent for once of me making a move on him as I sucked and clung hard to him. "We'll go out on my boat. There'll be an accident. I'll survive. You won't."
"Won't survive? You mean you're going to -- kill me?"
"Of course not. You won't be on the boat. Your double will."
"Who's my double?"
"A guy I use sometimes -- a trusty slave who looks enough like you if you're not too close," he said, laughing. I began to wonder how many men Mike had at his disposal. It must be a lot.
"Are you going to kill him?" I had to know.
"Don't be ridiculous," he said, rubbing my head hard like he would a pet dog.
"Sometimes I wonder why you picked me -- to change," I said, wanting a reassuring word that everything was really all right.
"I'll confess something to you -- something I never told any of my boys, and I've had plenty. I love you, George. I don't say that much. Not ever, for a long time. But you -- you're a beautiful boy ^Ö a beautiful good boy, and I love you for it. And I know you love me -- more than anything, straight through, steady-steady, to the end."
"So all the rest of my life was some kind of a . . . mistake?" I could feel myself starting to shake, as if emotions were welling up that I might not be able to control.
"I think so" he said, grabbing me in a vicelike grip, stopping my shaking before it could take hold. "See, you already use the past tense. 'Was' a mistake. You need me. I don't want to get mushy but, you know, George, I'm your destiny."
"I do know," I said, raising my eyes to him and kind of sobbing.
He put his hand on my chin and pulled my face to his and kissed me on the lips, forcing my mouth open and pushing his tongue in and just leaving it there for me to feel. I found myself responding to this warmth and power even more than to his whipping and fisting and fucking. Gratefully I sucked on his tongue.
"Feels good," he said, pulling back with uncharacteristic gentleness. "But let me continue. People at the dock see us going out. We have an accident, which I'll arrange. The boat capsizes, and since I'm a great swimmer, I'll survive, and 'you' won't."
"How do `I' escape?"
"Your double -- Carl's his name -- will swim back to a cove near the site. I'll pull a big dramatic scene back on shore. I'm sorry you won't be there to witness it. You'd be surprised how dramatic I can be."
"Where will I be all this time?"
"You'll have your part to play, chained up in my bedroom waiting for me to come and fuck your hot ass."
PART 10
The event was planned for Saturday. I told Sue I was going out on my boss's boat, that it would be good for my "career" -- and she was only too happy to walk me to the door. "Do you need to take anything?" she asked. She wasn't even looking at me when she said it; she was looking back at something in the kitchen. I also called my parents to see how they were doing, casually mentioning my plans for the day.
In fact, I went straight to Mike's house that morning and he greeted me with a bear hug and a kiss, which relaxed me somewhat. He led me into his bedroom and told me to strip and get on the bed and lie on my back. When I did this, he reached for the pulley by the bed and lowered the chains, then locked my arms and legs into the restraints attached to them. My legs were held up in the air, and spread wide. I felt like my ass was completely exposed, and I liked the feeling, kind of sexy and relaxed ^Ö all taken care of -- at the same time.
He looked at me and tested the restraints and smiled and said simply, "Good."
I nodded cheerfully, not sure what his next step would be.
"Will you be okay for now, or do I need to fuck you once before I leave?"
I started to say the words "fuck me" but before I could, he lifted his leg onto my chest and put the toe of his black boot in my mouth. I sucked on it furiously, eager to remind him why I was there, how much he needed me. He attached a set of sharp clamps to my nipples (they stung like hell), "to remind you of who you belong to -- as if you didn't fucking know," and then he stuck five fingers into my asshole. I immediately began rocking up and down, agitated by what I hoped would be his typical slow, careful fisting.
"You'll keep," he said, pulling his hand out of my ass and his boot out of my mouth. "I just wanted to get you hot, and it looks like I did." He laughed and slapped my hard dick. He looked around the room and picked up a dirty smelly jockstrap. He stuffed it in my mouth and said, "Later, cherry boy," as he left the room.
This was at ten o'clock. By six I was really famished ^× hungry for food and whatever supplements Mike had to give. My dick had gone up and down all day, like it had a mind of its own. But I was thinking about Mike and feeling maybe I could adjust to these four walls as the only walls I might ever see, and his bed as my permanent home.
I thought about Sue and wondered how she would take my "death" and whether she'd even believe it. I hardly felt I knew her anymore -- I couldn't pinpoint whether she was smart or stupid anymore, or if she'd even suspect. She was doing things like changing her hairstyle without asking me. And frankly by this time I'd lost all feeling for her. I'd changed so much in the last few months, but I guess people see what they want to see. My parents never asked me what was going on, and I did try to see them once a week. They just congratulated me on my "fantastic job" and said how much I "deserved" it -- a feeling I agreed with as I thought about what my real job was -- Mike's big hungry fuckslave.
At seven o'clock Mike came in and saw that I had at least worked the damned jockstrap out of my mouth.
"I couldn't breathe," I lied.
"Bad boy," he said, and I saw that he looked different. Something had changed. When he left that morning I was sure of him, especially after his declaration of love the other night. Now I began to be afraid -- lying in this dungeonlike room with my legs forced open, my presence unknown to anybody, all chained up, my dick stiffening up as he walked over to me, my mouth opening to signal I was ready to suck his dick, ass, fist, or foot as soon as he demanded it.
"It's okay," he said, in a quiet voice. He sat down on the edge of the bed. He looked kind of bronzed from his day in the sun and in the water.
"How'd it go?"
"Like a dream," he said, his own voice dreamy, like he had pulled off some extraordinary feat but was too stunned to talk about it.
"Did my double survive?"
"Sure. We just came back from having a beer together."
"You don't look wet anymore." I wondered if he had worked over my double and wasn't horny now
"I've had ample time to dry off," he said. "We did it all this morning. Done by noon, at least the thing itself. The cops have sent down some divers. Now they're convinced you drowned and your body was washed out to sea!"
"Did you meet Sue?"
"I did."
"Was she upset?"
"Surprise -- no!" he said, rubbing my belly and suddenly laughing.
"What do you mean, no? Not at all? I kind of thought she'd -- flip out."
"Her? That's a laugh. She's different than you said. I got an entirely different picture. She's a cool one. I asked her if you'd left any life insurance, and she looked at me and I couldn't believe it, she smiled, and said, `plenty.'"
"I can't believe it either," I said, feeilng anger rising in my voice. "This doesn't seem exactly like that movie you described. For one thing, we're not getting any money out of it. Sue's getting it all!"
"That's right, all."
"Plus, it looks like we might get away with it -- another difference from the movie."
"I'd say so. I can't fucking believe it myself!"
"Did she say anything about the kids?"
"She said she'd be fine, and they would, too. Said it would be harder on your parents. She opened up pretty much -- said you two were having marital troubles anyway, and you were headed for divorce. Said you weren't paying any attention to her -- in fact, she said your married life was a total washout, and she'd been seeing another guy for several months. And she thought you probably had a girlfriend."
I couldn't believe this, least of all that Sue, who was sweet but kind of a closed book, would tell all to a total stranger.
"I'm serious -- she opened up like a fucking clam. She saw how torn up I was about what happened, I was crying on her shoulder, laying it on thick. She was trying to comfort me!"
This I couldn't understand. I didn't think we were having that much marital trouble. I guess my thinking wasn't exactly right. Of course, why should it be? I was mesmerized by Mike, and didn't care anymore about Sue, or my family. I only wanted Mike -- now -- in me.
He seemed to sense this, and put his hand on my cheek and rubbed it up and down, like a father reassuring his son after a botched date. Then he did that thing with his tongue, stuck it in my mouth and let me suck on it for a while for reassurance. Then he did something new. He sank his teeth into my lower lip and just held me by it for a bit. He looked intently at me with his deep blue eyes, and I didn't move. How did he know that this was what I needed?
Finally he let me go with a smile. "It's okay. The insurance company will take care of everything. I'm sure. Your wife and kids will be set for life, and you'll be too. I'll see to that, cherry boy."
"Why didn't you arrange it somehow so we could get some of that money?" I wondered, speaking out in spite of my sudden shame at seeming greedy. I felt that he could have arranged it so, that he could have arranged anything.
Mike seemed extremely displeased by my comment. He smacked my face hard, harder than he ever had. "I don't need any money, and neither do you! That will keep things on the up and up. We don't want to arouse suspicion by giving them a motive."
"What about the police?" I said, wanting to clear up this last detail in my mind.
"They talked to me for a bit. Said they'd keep trawling the water for the body but weren't hopeful. They bought my line a hundred percent. I told you I was good. Fuck, I was great! I almost had the sergeant crying over your poor dead ass!"
I looked at him long and hard and felt a kind of musky warmth roll over me in waves. My parents didn't need me, Sue didn't either -- but Mike did. And now he'd have me, like he said, to the end, which I hoped would never come.
He walked across the room and stuck his fist into a jar of grease. He walked back over to me and put his hand in the crack of my ass and just stared at me, with a serious expression, and I studied his face in the half-light -- his short bristly black hair, big blue eyes, black bushy moustache, the slight smile as he was getting increasingly turned on -- then looked from his face to his crotch and saw his dick beginning to strain against his jeans. As his fingers slid up into my ass, his other hand unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out hard, and I began jerking against my chains, nervous and desperate to be as close to him as possible after the long, strange day.
As usual, he seemed to read my mind. He held his fist in my ass just above the wrist, and I rocked up and down on it like a kid on a hobbyhorse. Then he climbed onto my chest and sat down with his dick in easy reach of my tongue.
"I'm going to unhook you now," he said. "We done need all this now that you're mine. And I can get at you more easily..."
I looked up and saw him grinning. I closed my eyes and he whispered, "Cherry boy." He reached over and kissed me hard on the lips, then used one hand to probe deep in my ass and the other to pull my head onto his twitching dick.
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