Drew knew he was in trouble. He knew why, too. It was that phone call at the bar. It had happened in the afternoon. He had been cleaning up the place before they opened. Clarence was setting up behind the bar, and the phone rang. Clarence answered it and drew remembered that he paused for a minute. "Hold on, please" he said, and then called to drew. "You've got a call, drewsky." Drew laughed. "Stop teasing me, Clarence." Indeed, drew had been wondering if he was ever going to be able to get away from this town, and Mario. Mario had his wallet, his identification, his phone and the baseball pendant from Vick locked up. No one knew he was here. He had thought about the possibilities of escaping, but he'd have to break into a car, get the keys or hotwire it, and then hope he could get money somehow. With Clarence keeping a close eye on him during the day, and with Mario keeping him, sometimes literally, under lock and key the rest of the time, he wasn't optimistic. He had pretty much lost hope that Vick was going to find him. Sometimes he laughed to himself: who could blame Vick? He had put a LOT into getting drew for himself, and then drew screwed the whole thing up. If he thought about it too much, he'd begin to cry a little. He missed Vick. He came over to the phone. "This is drew, how can I help you?" He heard a voice that was almost a whisper.
"Drew, it's Gary. Listen up I gotta speak fast because I know who's watching. I found Vick. We're on our way. Just a couple days, bud. We'll explain it all." Then the phone went dead. Clarence looked at him quizzically. Drew faked a laugh "Some guy who's been in here a few times. You know, that short one with curly hair? Says he wants to know if I'm available. He'll give me his number next time he's in." Clarence was skeptical, but he tried not to show it. "Good luck with that. Marsh has been coming in for about 6 years. Only person in here he'd be interested in is me. He wants black dick. The bigger the better. You two would kick each other to death. " Then he smiled. "Besides, it's looking to me like you're spoken for by your `employer.' "
"Employer." That was almost funny. Mario treated providing drew with a place to live and with food as his payment. He hadn't gotten any salary since he started working at the bar. "My cock oughtta be enough for you, bottom boy," was something Mario had said to him the one time drew brought it up.
Yes, Clarence was skeptical. So was Mario (of course, Clarence reported the call to him). That's why drew was sitting in a wooden chair in Mario's house, wrists tied behind him, tape over his mouth, wearing nothing but a really short pair of shorts, his athletic socks, and his sneakers. Mario had positioned him right in front of a mirror just before he went out, so that drew could see the state he was in. Before he left, Mario had said "when I come back, we're gonna have a bit of a discussion, drew." He snickered. "Yes, there will be punishment involved." That had been about two hours ago. Drew had worked on the wrist restraints and made very little progress, if any. Mario knew how to tie a damn good knot. He used tape, which was already punishment for drew, who had the short beard and moustache: when the tape came off, it would take facial hair with it. Drew tried not to think about how it would feel because, whether he liked it or not, thinking about how he was tied up and gagged was getting him excited, and Mario hadn't caged him. He was tenting his shorts, and he could feel a bit of moisture. His cock jumped when he heard the door open. He was in a room off of the living room, so it took a minute for Mario to come in. He looked at drew and showed him the razor and shaving crème he had in one hand, and the hitachi vibrator in the other one. Drew squirmed, and a soft groan came out of his mouth.
"How's it going, sexy?" Mario asked. He rubbed his chin and drew squirmed and moaned some more. Mario had discovered that scruff on his neck and nips drove drew crazy, and he always kept stubble now. "I heard someone got a phone call today."
"mmmmmph" drew answered, trying to say "yes, sir." And Clarence told me what you told him." He stepped behind drew. "I don't believe you. So, you're gonna tell me, right?"
"mmmmmmmmph" drew shook his head yes. "Good. That'll make things much easier for you. Let me take off this tape." Mario kept one hand on drew's shoulder, and then he took a corner of the tape between his thumb and forefinger of the other hand. He began pulling it very slowly and drew screamed. At first all you could hear were the muffled moans, but as more tape came away, the "AAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH" got louder and louder. Mario laughed. "Damn, that just made me so fucking hard, drew. " His hands slid down to drew's nipples and rubbed them. Then they moved up to drew's pits. Drew tried to tighten his arms, but Mario got his fingers in anyway. He began tickling. "Feels like enough hair grew back for another shave drew. You think?" Drew was beginning to giggle. The tickling was very gentle, and he could handle that. "No, Sir" he answered, and then the tickling became more intense.
"Now drew, you know that you don't have anything to say about that. If I want you shaved, you're getting shaved." The laughs were coming out of drew now, as he struggled to say "You're right, Sir. You're in charge." The tickling stopped.
"So, who called you today?" Mario walked around in front of drew. "I told Clarence, Sir, and he told you. I don't know his name. Someone from the bar." Mario folded his arms and rubbed his chin. "Oh, drewski, you just did the worst thing you could do. You lied to me. That has consequences."
"Sir, I'm telling you the truth. I mean it. MMMMMMMMMMPH" Mario had hand gagged him. "Just stop lying. I'll find out." He pulled drew out of the chair and moved him toward the bed. He sat him on the edge as he pulled up the side wrist restraints, and also the ankle restraints. Drew didn't know what Mario planned to do with those. He hadn't used them on drew at all.
"Stand up. We're gonna get you out of those shorts." Drew did what he was told. When Mario slipped his shorts down, and had drew step out of them, drew's hard cock stood out in front of him.
"Oh, my, I hadn't thought about THAT, but now....Oh, are you gonna regret lying." He positioned drew on the bed so that he could put an ankle restraint on each of drew's legs. Only then did he untie his wrists. "Scrunch back on the bed. And spread out your arms." When drew hesitated, Mario yelled "DON'T MAKE ME MORE PISSED OFF THAN I AM, STUD." Drew saw Mario's face reddening. He gulped. "What are you gonna do, Sir?" Mario laughed. "Oh, nothing you're gonna be happy with. Nothing at all." He secured each of drew's wrists. Then he reached into the bedside table and pulled out a long strip of rawhide. "This wasn't planned, but I have to take the opportunity." Drew watched Mario make a loop that he then fit over drew's balls. He pulled it until a soft "ow" came out of drew. Then he ran the strip down to the foot of the bed. He tied it tightly to the bed frame. Drew was bound at his ankles, wrists, and also his cock. "You move too much, drewski, you may never be capable of having children again. " He smiled and opened his zipper. "See how exciting this is making me, boy? I'm ready to fuck you right now. But I'll wait. Who called?"
"I don't know, Sir. I really don't."
"Ok, drewski. I gave you the chance. " Mario didn't say another word. Instead, he ran the nail of each forefinger back and forth down drew's soles. Drew pulled to get away and couldn't, and when he squirmed, the pain from his cock being immobilized almost made him faint.
"Rest assured, shortie, this is the gentlest form of torture you're going to get." He turned on the hitachi. "I can use this on each foot, or I can lay it right near those balls of yours and go to work with my fingers. " Now he curled up the fingers on each hand and dug into drew's soles. "Who called?"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA. AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHA. SHIT I TOLD YOU SIR. SOMEONE WHO COMES IN. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA. OH SHIT...." Mario had just turned the hitachi on drew's right foot, and he tickled the left foot with both hands. Drew tried to squirm and the pain from the constriction on his dick stopped him. He tried to lay still, but it wasn't working.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA. PLEASE SIR PLEASE. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAAHA. PLEASE STOP. I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU ASK. ANYTHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."
"I only want you to do one thing for me, stud. I want to know who called you. Tell me, and the tickling ends." Drew noticed that Mario said tickling' and not torment' or `torture." He thought for a minute. Then Mario turned up the vibrator to a stronger setting and moved it to drew's balls. He left it there and began tickling both of drew's feet with his fingers.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA. STAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP. PLEASE STAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP SIR. YOU WIN. YOU WIN. I'LL TELL YOU. I'LL TELL YOU. IT WAS GARY. GARY CALLED. HE TOLD ME HE WAS COMING BACK TO TOWN WITH VICK. THAT'S ALL I KNOW. I PROMISE. I PROMISE."
Mario stopped tickling, but he kept the vibrator where it was. "Clarence THOUGHT he recognized the voice. I don't know how they found each other, but if they think they're coming back and taking MY property..."
"Sir, I'm VICK's property," drew answered, and regretted it immediately, as Mario's fingers went to his ribs.
"Is that right?" As drew heaved with laughter, Mario asked. "Who fucked you last night?"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHA. You did, Sir."
"And who has you tied up?" "You do, Sir."
"And who's fucking you tonight?" He dug his nails into drew's sides particularly hard. Through helpless laughter, drew squealed, "you are, Sir." Mario stopped. "Sounds to me like you're in error there, drewski." Drew felt like his balls were close to being ripped off, and he could barely breathe. He didn't argue. "You're right, Sir." Then Mario grinned. "And do you have any idea who's about to shave your pubes, jock boy." Drew gulped. "Please, Sir. Not my pubes." He saw Mario pick up the vibrator. "You want this on your dick head?" Drew shook his head "No, Sir."
"Well, then we know what's happening. Try to keep still. The blade is sharp and, with a hard-on, well." Drew gulped. He tried to think of something else: he thought about Vick's housekeeper and cook, and how she had always made his favorite dishes. At least he tried to. The crème was cold, and he couldn't help squirming while Mario spread it. Then he felt the single edge on his crotch. He tried to breathe regularly. It was sharp, which made things easier but, he knew...he was about to become a man pussy. That's the term they used at the camp when a slave had his pubes shaved. Mario crooned "No one but you and I will see this, but that'll be enough. Every time you see yourself naked in a mirror, you'll be reminded that you're a BITCH. MY BITCH." The shaving continued. "I wonder if I should clean up your pits. He paused. "NAH. I'm too horny for that. And besides, I wanna see your face when I get that cum outta you." Mario had finished shaving drew's crotch. Drew couldn't see it, but he felt colder, and itchier. The next thing he felt was the vibrator along the shaft of his dick. "OH FUCK" he moaned. Mario loosened the rawhide but kept it tied around his balls. Drew winced as they churned, and he got closer and closer to an orgasm. He screamed, and his jizz went flying everywhere. At the end he instinctively said "Thank you, Sir. Thank you so much." Mario smiled. He wiped the cum away and then shucked his clothes. He got on top of drew and found his neck. His scruff rubbed gently as he whispered "You're mine, boy. You belong to me." He slid his mouth over drew's lips and forced them open. Then he shoved in his tongue until he was as hard as he thought he could get. He moved down and untied drew's ankles. He bent the man's legs at his knees and found drew's hole. He slid in slowly. "You belong to me, or you belong to Vick?"
"I belong to you, Sir. I submit." He felt Mario's dick get fatter in his ass. "Damn right you do. My fucking property."
The next morning Mario found out where drew had lived with Vick. It didn't take much: he pinned drew down and threatened to shave and tickle his pits until he got that information. As drew told him, Mario smiled and gloated "another way to keep you in line, sub boy. Always good to know." He estimated that the most it would have taken, using Gary's truck, would be three days. He'd keep drew at home, locked up and out of public view until he confronted Vick and Gary. He knew a confrontation was inevitable, but now that he could say, honestly, that drew had given him his submission, his bargaining position was stronger. Vick would understand that: drew was property, and he could be bought, and sold. For Mario, the question was: how much money would it take for him to give up drew. He decided on a figure: 300k. He'd go down to 250k if he had to, but a wealthy man like Vick wouldn't have any problems with those numbers -- if he wanted the boy back. "And " he thought to himself "if he doesn't pay, I'll take it out of drew. One session at a time. Maybe a gang bang or two. Maybe a fundraiser at the bar: auction different acts for different amounts of money. " He didn't see how he could lose. At his bar, he had Gary's phone number on file. He knew better than to try to blackmail Gary through his wife, so he called the cell. "This is Gary" he heard. He answered "This is drew's new DOM. How about you let me speak to his former DOM? There may be room for negotiation..." Mario heard what sounded like Gary covering the receiver and talking to someone. He could only hear mumbles. Then, a clear, strong voice came on the phone.
"This is Vick. You have drew?"
"You mean sub boi drew? Drewski? Shorty? Yeah, I got him." He turned to where drew was sitting, bound and gagged. "And let me tell ya, he is one fine FUCK. Broken, too. Not just a bottom. A sub."
"HE WAS ALREADY A SUB. SOMEONE'S PROPERTY. MY PROPERTY. YOU NEEDED TO DEAL WITH ME." Mario laughed. "Oh well, sometimes when someone runs away, well, it's hard to know what the chain of title is. Speaking of chains, he wears them well -especially on his tits." He reached out and pinched one of drew's and Vick could hear the sound of drew moaning. "Maybe I don't want to give him up." Gary saw Vick begin to get red in the face. He was used to getting what he wanted, and he was getting frustrated. "IF I HAVE TO TEAR DOWN THAT GODDAMN TOWN..." He didn't finish. "You won't find him. Either one of us. You won't get here soon enough, and we'll be gone. Yours truly and his bitch. " He turned to drew: "You'd rather spend time under me than him, wouldn't you, stud?" Drew reacted strongly. He tried desperately to scream through his gag, shaking his head no. "Well, it's not the response I wanted, but it really doesn't matter. He belongs to me now, don't you drewski?" Drew calmed down and he shook his head yes. He didn't know what else to do.
"What do you want for him?" Vick asked in a tight, measured voice. "AH. Now that's what I like to hear, Mr. Vick. A willingness to negotiate. I have a few terms. I'll go over each one. First, the cash. " He took a breath. He had thought 300k but, hearing the anger in Vick's voice, he said "Four hundred thousand. Transferred to my account while you're here." Vick took less than ten seconds to answer. "DONE!"
"Good. That's term number one. Term number two: I want one last fuck before he goes, and I want you and Gary here watching."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!!" drew began to shake his head no again, and Mario turned to him: "I'm gonna tie your balls to that chair and make you BEG for mercy, boy. CALM DOWN." Vick gulped. Drew was HIS sub. NO ONE got his ass but him but, he knew from Gary how drew had made it across the country sucking dick. Who knows what this guy had done to him?
"Alright. One last time. "
"AND, finally, I want a souvenir of the best lay I've ever had. I want the baseball pendant. I'll add it to my collection." Oddly, Vick had to think about that. The pendant had been made specially. He didn't know if he could ever get one again. Gary whispered to him: "Vick, he loves that pendant. This is a way to punish him. Take it away." Vick shook his head.
"It's a deal. You better not hurt him before I get there."
"Oh, he's fine, Mr. Vick. All in one piece. Just a little bit sore." He laughed. "OK, maybe VERY sore. DAMN , his ass is great. Hmmm. Maybe I should cancel negotiations." He saw drew looking scared. Then he had an idea. "This is up to drew. I'm taking off his gag, and I'll let him join the call." He put down the receiver and took out the plug gag. Drew wanted to curse him out, but he behaved. "Talk to Mr. Vick, drew."
Vick tried to control his voice. "Drew, you're going to have to explain a lot of things." Drew was near tears. "I know, Sir. I'm sorry." Vick continued. "Did you submit to him?" He paused before answering "Yes Sir. I did." Vick was getting a little upset. "You better be able to tell me you fought like hell." Mario took the phone away from drew: "Oh he did. It was one of the sweetest conquests of my life. If he weren't so gosh darn ticklish, he might have held out." It slipped out of Vick's mouth: "He's ticklish?" He felt his cock stiffen and he realized that if Mario asked for half a million, he'd pay it. Mario laughed. "Oh yes. You love when I tickle you drew, don't you?" Drew gritted his teeth. "I HATE it, Sir." Mario turned back to the phone. "Mr. Vick, you'll understand now, that the more time you take to get here, the more time I'll have to tickle torture your boy.
"We'll be there tomorrow."
"Take your time. I know I'm gonna take mine tonight." He got off the phone and turned to drew. "Well, stud muffin, best I can do is give you a really solid fuck tonight, and then one tomorrow when your man gets here." He looked at drew: "Maybe I'll scramble your eggs tonight before I take your hole. I haven't done that yet. Let me get the paddle. "
He did. "He's fucking making a souffle" drew thought while Mario was torturing his balls. But he thought of Vick: he thought about being back where he could play ball, where he had that wardrobe, and all of Vick's wealthy friends fawned over him. "Nice, drew. Nice. Maybe I'll change my mind. We have time, and there's gas in the car."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" screamed drew. Mario licked his lips. "Beg me to tickle you. And fuck you." He didn't want to but drew gave in again. Between the hitachi, Mario's fingers, and then his thick cock, drew screeched for several hours that night as Vick, sitting next to Gary in his truck, alternatively steamed, and thought about the great sex he was going to have.