This story is not purely fiction, but all characters and locations, are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is coincidental. The story is about one man's father caring enough to take on a dangerous S & M club to rescue his son. It's hard core sex, S & M, bondage, and brutality. It concerns one young man who was tricked into becoming an unwilling slave to a cruel and abusive master. If you are not of legal age please move on to another story.
Chapter 2 "My Son's Dominating Friend"
"The kidnapping"
Back home, I was working for the Marines part time as a recruiter, Brian was back in school, and we were slowly exploring our sexuality together. I had never given a thought to having sex with a man before responding to my son's needs. I guess I hadn't known what I was missing, I was just as excited as Brian.
Our lives were filled with happiness, more happiness than I thought possible. I picked up a used Miata for Brian to use, the kid was almost delirious he was so excited. When I drove him down to the car lot and asked if he thought he'd like driving it, he just started laughing.
I called Ty and Len and filled them in on what had taken place since I arrived home. They were more than a little surprised when I explained what had taken place sexually between Brian and me. I filled them in on my fears after I found Brian was being dominated by a guy named Grant.
Ty said, "Damn, Shaw, if I'd known you swung both ways Len and I would had our hands all over that sweet ass of yours years ago."
I laughed knowing he was teasing. "I didn't have any idea I might have feelings for another man Ty, it was just one of those things that happened when I was trying to find out what was behind Brian's fear of this guy Grant."
"Shaw you are aware that we are members of a private club that's into bondage, S & M, and some pretty kinky sex aren't you?"
"Yes, you guys were always upfront about your activities, why?"
"About a year ago, your son Brian showed up at our club, we knew who he was from the pictures you had showed us of him when we were all in Iraq. When we checked him out by name and found out he was your son we weren't sure what to do. We felt you should know, and yet we felt bound to protect Brian's privacy. He also was not yet eighteen although he had a pretty decent fake I.D."
"Shaw, we've heard of this Grant, he considers himself some kind of high mucky muck master over his slaves. He's one dangerous guy, and I doubt he'll let Brian go without a fight. The group he belongs too have a warehouse down along the riverfront. It should have been closed years ago, we know of several young men who were enticed into checking out the slave/master, discipline, bondage scene believing they could leave anytime they chose. Some of these young guys simply disappeared and have never been heard from again."
"Now you really have me worried Ty, what should I do if Grant tries to reconnect with Brian, I know Brian doesn't want anything to do with him, he's scared shit-less of the guy. Why haven't the police shut this place down and investigated the disappearance of these young men? It seems like their parents would be crazy with worry."
"Most of the parents have filed missing persons reports with the police. Shaw, it never goes anywhere, which indicates to us that some of the police are involved in with this rogue group of sicko's, or there's a big payoff taking place. This group doesn't adhere to the rules of S & M clubs around the world. Len and I, with a few buddies slipped into their club a few times and were horrified at what was taking place. Shaw, those of us who are into bondage, S & M, and other kinky man to man sex always have a safe word that the new guys can use when they want the activity to stop. While we were watching some rather brutal sex acts taking place some of the young guys were literally screaming their safe word, and the masters just laughed at them. That should never have happened. We have strict safety rules that all clubs are suppose to adhere to."
"Shaw, don't let Brian go anywhere alone, take him to school, and pick him up after, and make sure you're with him when he's away from home."
"Shit Ty, I just bought Brian a car and he's all over town with it, what am I going to do?"
"Shaw, take is easy, when he comes home you need to sit down with him and explain what I've just told you about Grant and this club he was involved with. You said Brian was already scared of the guy so telling him the truth about what's taking place will put him on guard to watch out for Grant. Take the car away from him until we figure this out, Brian's a smart kid, he'll understand. And one other thing Shaw, if Brian has an interest in bondage, and other male kink, you might want to start coming to our club with him so you both can be guided into whatever he thinks interests him."
"Ty if you had said that to me a week ago I'd have told you to kiss my ass, but now I think I'll take you guys up on that offer."
"Hey buddy, I'll kiss that hot ass of yours anytime you want."
"Smart-ass, you know what I meant."
"By he way Shaw, I'm surprised you're taking this gay interest so calmly, what gives?"
"Ty, you need to remember I was raised on the reservation with my dad and his parents, being gay is nothing that's frowned on in our culture. We believe you fall in love who you are meant to fall in love with, regardless of gender."
"To be honest Shaw, I can see why Grant is interested in Brian. He got the best characteristics from both you and Linda. Your high cheek bones, and golden skin, black hair, with his mother's large sky blue eyes to set it off. Just looking at him makes my knees go weak."
"Yeah, Brian is a pretty handsome kid, I'm really proud of him. I think I'll head over to the school and see what's up he should have been home by now. He's probably cruising around town in his wheels, later Ty."
"Okay Shaw, let us know if anything goes awry and you need our help, remember we have a couple of guys who frequent Grant's Dungeon, and have access to the place. We try to keep a couple of spies checking the place out to make sure no more kids go missing."
"You can count on it Ty, talk to you later."
I hopped in my rented jeep and headed for Brian's school with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Grandmother Sheena always said I had what she referred to as second sight. She told me to be sure and pay attention to it.
I arrived at the school to find the parking lot empty except for Brian's Miata. I saw Principal Johnson walking out of the building and waved to get his attention.
"Mr. Walker, good to see your home with Brian. That son of yours has made a comeback in his grades since you've been back, what a great kid. For a while there last semester I was worried about him, his grades failed and he become very reclusive, almost like he was afraid of something."
Well now I know when Grant came on the scene.
"Hi Mr. Johnson, have you seen Brian, he's late coming home and I see his car is still in the parking lot."
"That's odd, Brian never showed up for any of his classes today."
Alarm bells went off in my mind like air-raid sirens. "Mr. Johnson, do you mind if I go into the student lot and check his car over, I'm getting pretty worried right about now."
"No, I'll go with you. Something must have happened or he would have been in class since he obviously arrived at school."
Brian's books were scattered over the front seat and floor, and there was some blood on the ground by the driver's door. I was hit with panic, Grant must have grabbed him. I immediately called Ty and Len. "Guys, Brian's car is still at school, he didn't show up for any of his classes, and there's blood on the ground by his car. I'm sure Grant grabbed him. Ty, I'm in a total panic, I really need your help on this."
"Meet us at the club Shaw, we'll be gathering up some heavy duty man power, we're going to have to infiltrate the Dungeon and we'll need all the help we can get, if Brian's there against his will we're going to be breaking some skulls."
I thanked Mr. Johnson for his kindness, and headed for the Golden Watering Hole, which is what Ty and Len's club was called, although I have no idea where they came up with that name. The only skull I wanted, and intended to break was Grants, that bastard was going to learn a very hard lesson from a very pissed off marine.
It took me a while to find the Golden Watering Hole, but following Ty's directions I was there in less than forty-five minutes. Ty was waiting for me at the door.
"Shaw, we're ready to move as soon as you're dressed in leather so we can get into the Dungeon without raising suspicion, in fact without wearing leather you won't be allowed in period."
I looked up and saw nine smiling former marines all staring at me. "What's everyone smiling at?"
Len said, "Ah, well we've all drooled over your hot body for years and now we're going to get to see you wearing what we've all had wet dreams about."
"You guys are incorrigible. Okay, so where's my leather outfit, and it better cover more of my ass than yours does Ty."
"I think right now you shouldn't be worried about that cute ass of yours being seen, if it's what it takes to get us admitted to the Dungeon so we can find out if Grant has Brian there. If he does it's not going to be pretty, you can bet he's planning some serious abuse.
"Ty will you help me get dressed in whatever outfit I'm supposed to be wearing tonight so we can hit the road?"
I was fitted with a pair of black leather chaps with a cod piece and nothing in back to cover my ass. Every man there manage to check out my behind and loudly proclaim, "Man what a hot ass."
I said, "The next guy to say that is going to get popped." The guys laughed and slapped my ass on their way by. The rest of outfit wasn't much since I was going topless wearing only arm bands and a fake tattoo that was applied to my left shoulder and neck.
We piled into three trucks and headed for the Dungeon. I was told that we'd have to wait to act until the head honcho showed up or it would be a waste of time to tear the place apart. He'd just rebuild and create a worse situation than already existed. This had to be an all or nothing wipe-out so he could never recover. There were going to be some broken arms, legs, and heads before it was over, and the Marines were more than ready for it. These scumbags had to be chased out of town and hopefully out of business for good.
Ty and Len were assigned to watch me and make sure I didn't act too quickly to get Brian. They knew I was going to see things that infuriated me, and it was their job to keep me under control until Ben gave us the signal that the fat asshole who owned the Dungeon had entered the premises. He was the one who had to be taken down in a major way in order to make sure he was unable to start over.
We pulled up to a warehouse without any markings, there were two large bald-headed dip-shits, who obviously had taken steroids for years, standing guard by a sliding door painted jet black. One thing about guys build up on steroids, they look stronger than they are, and the marines were well award of this.
We pulled into three parking spaces on the fringes of the lot. Ben was one of the guys who worked for Ty and Len as a spy keeping an eye on the Dungeon and was known as a regular to the guards. I was to walk with Ben as his guest. The other guys had been in and out of the place before and had entry permits. As I walked beside Ben he whispered telling me not to say anything if the goons addressed me, I was to star blankly as if I didn't see them.
Ben handed them his pass and a guest pass. The goons checked them over carelessly sense they already knew Ben. "Who's the new cocksucker your with tonight Ben?"
"He's my new boy toy, and who he is, is none of your fucking business."
As we walked through the door I received a slap on the ass and a "That's one hot ass" remark. I wanted to kill the sleazy bastard right then and there. Ben picked up on my anger and whispered cool it Shaw, you're going see stuff that pisses you off a lot more than those two shit-heads before the night is out."
We made our way down three flights of stairs that were barely lighted. Ben acted as my guide and warned me of any missed steps. We made our way into and through several rooms where guys were hanging by chains from the ceiling with hot wax being pored over their cocks and balls. Several guys had heavy weights hanging from their balls as hooded men lashed them with whips. One room had six or seven young men strapped over barrels with guys shoving their fists up their asses.
I was beginning to get a little green at the gills and was glad I was wearing a half mask over the top part of my face so no one could see my reaction. And my overriding reaction was anger, and the farther we walked the angrier I became. I whispered to Ben that we needed to move faster I wanted to reach Brian now, not later.
Right at that point Ty and Len caught up to Ben and I. The other marines were close behind. Len gave a signal to spread out and head to the main dungeon where Grant and the other top masters abused their slave boys. Ty took my arm as he looked me straight in the eyes and quietly said you need to have your emotions under control Shaw, Brian's life may depend on how this comes off. Keep in mind there's a lot of other young gays trapped in here with Brian, we need to make sure they all make it out of here alive.
I hadn't given a thought to the fact that there might be other young men being brutalized in here with no way to escape. "I'm sorry Ty, my only thought has been Brian."
"And that's the way it should be Shaw, he's your son and he is your first priority, I just wanted to alert you to the fact that there may be others here who also need our help."
We finally all made it to the inner sanctum and that's when my blood began to boil. I spotted Brian almost immediately. He was stretched out on his back on an X shaped device, he was naked with his legs spread wide and high with his ass lifted off the platform which was raised about two feet off the floor. There was a large dildo shoved up his ass with his balls being pulled tight with a chain wrapped around them and attached to the ceiling. I looked at his face and saw such sadness and pain, it nearly torn my heart out. Tears were flowing freely down his cheeks but he didn`t make a sound. My heart felt like it was being ripped out of my chest, I moved to intercept any other plans Grant had in store for him.
Grant was standing over Brian laughing hysterically screaming, "Where's cry babies daddy now?"
Just than one of Ty's men signaled that the owner was on the premises, damn good thing because I was already reaching for Grant's shoulder.
"Daddy's right here asshole." Grant turned and his eyes nearly bugged out his head, partly from recognizing my voice, and partly from the shock of seeing me dressed in leather and at the Dungeon.
Grant took a roundhouse swing at Shaw. What a fucking mistake that was. Ben heard Grant's arm snap as he screamed in pain and tried to twist away. Shaw snapped his other arm just before stomping on his left knee cap and smashing it. The last thing Ben saw was Grant's naked ass flying through a plate glass window separating the rooms.
Several muscle bound goons started to move in on Shaw when Ty and Len's marines decided it was time to do some major damage. The owner turned to head out of the club when Len grabbed him by the throat, that was that last thing the man saw before his head met a concrete wall.
Blood, shit, and bodies were flying in every direction as fist met flesh. Shaw was busy releasing Brian from his bindings. Brian was just staring in disbelief that his dad knew where he was and came for him.
"Dad, I can't believe it's you, how'd you find me?"
"I'll explain everything later Brian, lay still while I remove this dildo from your ass, tell me if I'm hurting you. Brian leaned up and put his arms around Shaw's neck hugging him.
"My God dad, I love you so much, please forgive me for not being able to stop Grant from forcing me here. I'm so sorry, I should have fought harder."
"Brian, there's nothing to forgive, none of this is your fault, I'm the one who needs your forgiveness for not being home and taking better care of you."
By the time Shaw got his son up and ready to leave there was blood and bodies everywhere. Ty grabbed Shaw's arm and yelled, "it's time to leave buddy".
Brian looked up at his dad and said, "Dad I want to say goodbye to Grant. It'll only take a second, and it's important." Shaw looked at his son with his mouth open but he followed Brian into the other room where Grant laid in a pool of blood.
Ty, Len, and a couple of the other guys followed to make sure nothing happened to Brian. Brian walked up to Grant and nudged him with his bare foot. "Grant, can you hear me?"
"Help me Brian."
"Good, you're conscious," Brian stepped between Grant's legs and kicked him in the nuts as hard as he could, Grant screamed in agony. Shaw, Ty, Len and the others yelled, "ouch". as they instinctively reached down and grabbed their own nuts.
"Okay dad, I've said my goodbyes, we can go now."
Shaw picked his naked son up and threw him over his shoulder and carried him out to the truck.
"Dad, I can walk."
"I'm not letting you out of my hands or sight until your forty, so just stay right where you are."
Brian started laughing as tears were running down his face, he leaned into his dad and kissed him.
"Dad did anyone ever tell you, you have a beautiful ass?"
Nine marines all yelled, "Yes."
Shaw, just smiled and rolled his eyes, thinking, "this gay gig is kind of fun."
As they drove away, Ben looked up in the rear-view mirror and pulled off the road followed by the others. Looking back they could see the Dungeon was a mass of flames. Len said, "I wonder if everyone got out."
Ty replied, "We managed to get eleven of these young men out that wanted to come with us, I can't worry about what happened to the others. Speaking of which, what are we going to do with eleven handsome, naked' young men, we can't just drop them off on the street naked."
Len said, "There's lots of clothing back at the club that's been left behind through the years, I think we have enough to get these guys dressed, what they decide after that we'll leave up to them."
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