horror fiction/ Adults only. re printed only by express permission of author.
Brandon, now known as five, arrived early to watch from a safe distance. Five had done most of the planning for this adventure, so he knew how this should go. He also knew it was best to play it safe and see if someone had gotten too nervous, and called in any unwanted attention. Five, clad in his old soccer gear, and hoody, over his white running tights, continued to kick about, a ball, as if he was just out getting some exercise.
Later he spotted a Toyota prius pull up to the curb at the play park, next to the field where he was practicing. He watched from a distance, as the car pulled away. The single male just walked up to a picnic table, pulled off a long sleeve shirt, and simple light shorts, revealing a red spandex suit with a web pattern, much like one seen in popular movies. Even from a distance five could see a number three had been drawn in black ink on the right shoulder of the spandex suit. So far, things were working out as planned.
With in twenty minutes of the first arrival a younger man, stepped out from another airport taxi. Each man knew that they either were to take a cash cab, from the airport, or would need to take a bus from the PDX terminal, then transfer to a CTRAN bus, to arrive one at a time at this isolated suburban park. Again he stripped just as the first man had done, but didn’t hesitate to zip up the hood of his red spider suit, with the number two on the shoulder. After all it may be early in the day, but it was still October 31st. A day in which people might wear a costume at anytime of day, aside from entering a bank.
Five reached down with his goalie gloves and picked up the ball for another long kick out into the field. He was just beginning to get a little anxious, when finally another guy walked into the park. Five knew he had to be here for this planned adventure as he had little more than a running shorts on and a light T-shirt covering his blue Captain A., suit. Captain A was to be known as the number, one. He was the main reason everyone was here today. One had
his own undisclosed private reason that he had pushed so hard to make this adventure happen. All that was left now, was to watch and see if their ride showed up by 9:30 AM as planned. * * *
I wasn’t too worried that any one would notice, at 7:40 AM on a Saturday, a man in green parks department clothing, get into a van and drive off from the community center. I knew from back when I was a lifeguard, for the Amboy parks department that when the vans were not in use, there was a spare key hidden in a small lock box, hidden under sliding door step. As long as I had the van back by some time on Sunday no one was going to notice at this time of year.
I noted the fuel gauge showed it was full. That would certainly make things easier for the start. The van was a basic econoline van with a total of seven seats and room behind the last row for plenty of travel gear. The side and rear windows were all darkened but not so much that one couldn’t see in, if they tried hard enough.
I headed out to the address I had been given in Vancouver, Washington. This was not all that far from Amboy. I had been given a zoomed in screen grab of the map, so I knew where I was heading for the first part of this journey. The rules we had agreed to, was no cameras, no phones, no electronics at all. I guess number six was going to have some pretty good recording equipment, but he was very specific that he would be the only one to film our adventure, and that he would edit the final product. I guess he was a professional producer of erotic films, that were very edgy and certainly aimed at a very specific audience. We had met overtime online from various websites and chat sites. Finally we had formed an informal group on an encrypted chat site, where once conversations ended the conversation was forever scrambled and deleted. We had some wild chats, and erotic roleplay conversations there. Often starting with the words “what if,” or “could you imagine if”. This adventure started that way. The conversation just sort of evolved into the plan we now have. The guy known now as number one, was the most insistent that he had to be the main “victim” of the bondage game. That he wanted it to be as real as possible, and that we would only do this if it seemed as if it was as real as possible. One claimed that he needed this more than anything and was not concerned about any accidents. If an accident happens, so be it, we would plan it out so if something unforseen happened no one was going to get into any trouble. I was scared at first. I put it off as just fantasy. But as plans progressed I just never said no. My assigned number had been four. We were only to use our numbers as names for the entire trip. Five had insisted that we each wear some form of full body spandex, and that if the spandex did not include a hood, we had to get one, along with gloves. No one would be allowed in the van with out wearing gloves the entire time. I think this is because five had a big time fetish for spandex gear and suits. This meant I was now stuck wearing black latex gloves that did not match my two piece red running tights, but sort of matched my hood I brought along. My hood unfortuantely was the type that had open eyes and open mouth. I had bought it at a local motorcycle shop. I really wanted a full spandex suit with built in hood that hid the entire face, but It just did not arrive in time from the Chinese company I had ordered it from.
It was about 10:20 AM when I arrived at the park. It was pretty obvious to me who three of the guys were I was to pick up. They looked like cartoon characters of a sort. They would have stood out even more if it wasn’t for the fact it was halloween. However being the 31st no one paid any attention. As a group they got up from the park bench, and came over to the van. Each one dropped their clothing into a basic brown paper bag, That I had been told to bring with me. No one had any unusual bulges sticking out, aside from some poorly hidden, growing bugles down the leg. One already had an obvious small wet spot in his spandex where his cock ended in his blue tights. This only got me more excited and a little distracted.
My next instruction had been to drive through the looping path of the park and then exit back out onto the street. I was to then drive back to the Amboy community center unless instructed otherwise. This seemed a bit odd but I knew it was carefully planned. I was approaching the last curve of the park, when a soccer ball rolled out from the trees. Even as slow as I was driving I still had to jump on the brakes, as a boy, no a man, in full soccer kit stepped out in front of me chasing down the ball. Rather than chasing further after his ball, he came up to the front passenger door and just jumped in. “Just drive. Then turn right,” he said.
He gave me further driving instructions but only one turn at a time. Eventually we got onto the I-205 bridge, then to Interstate 84 east. We ended up stopping at a place called rooster rock. It was a small rustic park, with a secluded beach on the columbia river.
“Okay I can tell you more now,” Five said. “Everyone can get out and stretch for a few minutes here. No one else is around it doesn’t seem. Before you get back into the van you need to think about what we are doing here. From here on everyone wears their full gear. No one will be allowed back into the van until I have inspected them fully. This includes inside your footwear. After everyone has been searched, and is back in wearing their seat belts, I am going to take the paper bag, walk out on the pier and set it afloat downstream. I know it’s littering but this is something that has to be done. This is as real as it gets. Anyone not ready to go to the extreme in this adventure should stay here. Once in the van, any choice in what happens will not be fully up to you. Every one is expected to participate. Everyone will have their own role to play. I give no promises to how much you will or wont enjoy the experience. But this is where things get real. Now, Two, Three, I have here in my backpack a set of handcuffs. If one is ready, I want you two to grab One and cuff his hands behind his back. Get them set tight enough he can not pull out of them. Then all three of you need to get into the back row of the van. Remember, no outs, quitting once you get back in that van.”
Of course no one backed out, and no one was hiding a phone on themselves. Spidey two zipped up his hood and climbed in first. Handcuffed “Captain” One followed. Three followed one into the van, pulled up Ones hood for him and zipped it closed. All three were hooded and in the van when Five handed them a set of leg cuffs. Once they were secured on One, with the chain around a leg of the bench seat in front of him, five pulled out two more sets of ankle cuffs. “Same goes for you two boys. Don’t need cuffs but I want you both shackled to that seat as well.”
I was feeling slightly jealous of the three in back when I got back into the drivers seat. Getting to ride on this adventure secured and unable to “escape”. But that is when I got my own surprise. Five pulled out another set of ankle cuffs he placed one around the bar of the accelerator, and the other around my right ankle. There was plenty of chain so safely drive, but jumping out was a not an option. My cock was now painfully hard. In case I hadn’t mentioned it already, I was locked in a metal chastity cage. I had been, for four weeks now. I knew if I had cum at all thinking about this trip, my interest would possibly change. But now here I was painfully hard, balls aching while continuing on the adventure.
We pulled back onto eastbound 84. At Hoodriver Oregon, we headed south to highway 26, then east again on 26. I was instructed to turn right onto an old paved road, that was seldom used. Tall weeds were growing up through the cracks in the old pavement. Off to to the left there was a mid 90’s, Ford F-150 with a matching canopy. Standing there in front of the truck was a person in what looked like an older style, one-piece black langlitz leather suit. His face was hidden by a fully silvered mirrorized full face helmet. I Used to small paved round about and turned back towards the highway. As Soon as I stopped the back of the van was opened and two ice chests were put into the back. Followed by a large green bag stuffed with something. It took me a moment to realize what the large green bag was. It had six handles on it and was zipped closed. I didn’t ask what was inside, but assumed it was a bunch of gear.
We quickly were back on the highway, now with the 6th and final member of our group. Eventually we arrived in Prineville where we stopped for gas. We avoided the safeway gas station as too busy, and stopped on the way out of town at a quieter station. It was a bit odd having someone pump our gas. But it couldn’t be avoided. We were all hooded, but since the attendant was dressed as a kitten, I guess nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The 6th man handed me a hundred dollar bill to pay the attendant. We left the change with her.
We turned off the main highway onto a road that meandered for about 30 miles up into the mountains. We knew we were getting close to something when the road became first gravel then hard packed dirt. The skies seemed to be getting pretty dark for this time of day, The clouds looked ready to burst at any moment. I sure hoped it held off. Not only would it put a damper on the fun, but it would make the road a mess, if it became a true downpour.
Finally we stopped at large grove of mixed ponderosa pine and scrubby looking poplar trees. Six opened the side door, and along with Five, stepped out and checked out the surrounding woods. Six came around to my side of the van and took the keys from the ignition. They left us just sitting in the van to wait. Not that we were going anywhere. After a short time later they carried the green bag, not far off into the woods. Next they came back, briefly unlocked an ankle on One. He was quickly re-cuffed once out of the van and told to wait. Next they let Two and Three out. Once out of the van, both had their hands cuffed in front of them in shiny new looking handcuffs. They were then ordered to each grab an elbow of one and to help guide him, following Six into the woods.
Five came up to me then. He looked really sexy in his sweaty, slightly dirty white gear. He opened my driverside door, and grabbed my locked cock. “Too bad you chose to keep this locked up, I am so wound up, I could seriously suck on your cock right here an now.” Instead he unlocked the cuff from the accelerator peddle and led me out of the van. “You are about to see if not experience what is probably a once in a lifetime event. I’m just going crazy with anticipation myself. We are so going to string up One, in a way unlike what you probably even imagined.”
My chest started to feel tight, my stomach was raw, my hands were really sweaty now in the rubber gloves. I was so tempted to take them off just for a while.
When I arrived where the others stood, I sort of knew what to expect but I still felt waves of shock. Over a solitary thick limb that was more of a secondary leader on the Ponderosa was a single thick soft white three-quarter inch thick rope. It appeared to be a cotton rope but I couldn’t tell for sure. It was already knotted with a beautiful loop of a noose. The noose had at least seven or eight twists to it, not that it really mattered. Under the noose was an old white five gallon bucket turned upside down. The guys in red, held the man in place, facing the noose. His noose. While they held him steady in his now shaking legs, Six pulled on the loop of the noose and rested it atop of Ones head, as he opened the neck loop wider. As it opened up, it slid on its own down over his head. Not waiting, Six pulled on the twisted knot and set the rope tight, just under One’s Chin.
“Any last words before we start,” Commanded Six, in a rough voice?
“Just that anything you want to do Sir, I’m ready,” One replied. His voice a little hoarse and shaky. “Not that I want to die or anything, but well ive been sick for a long time and I’d sure like to go out in a way like this rather than failing in some hospital”
“Enough of that downer talk, it’s time to have some real fun now.” With that Six started to pull on the loose end of the rope, as Two,Three both steadied him as he had no choice but to try to step up onto the bucket. But as the noose continued to pull upward he found he had no choice but have his helpers lift him by the elbows up onto the bucket until steadied. While the helped him up he felt the rope tightening on his neck, nearly choking him already. Once up on the bucket the rope around his neck remained just as tight. It would tighten on it’s own from the pull but would not release anything back, once tightened.
Once up on the bucket they turned him around to face us, and the small camera that was set up on a tiny tri-pod.
“Go ahead. Give one a good send off.” Five said to me. As he pushed me forward and down to face the blue zipper of his bulging crotch.
I quickly pulled the zipper down and sucked One’s cock into my throat. It tasted great already. Pre-cum or cum just was oozing from his cock.
“Oh god yes I want this. I need this. Just fucking keep going. I don’t care any…” Ones words were choked off as the rope was pulled tighter. Up on to his toes now. The rope end was tied off around the tree.
As I grabbed my caged cock and tried uselessly to cum, I heard Five shout. “Now you just keep sucking on that fuckers dick. Don’t stop, no matter what. You keep going till I pull you off of him!”
I couldn’t see it, but I heard One as he actually pushed the bucket away, himself. Now the only link he had to the ground was my mouth sucking on his cock, As I pulled with my left hand on his balls. That boy just exploded against the back of my throat.
“You keep right on sucking, till I say otherwise you stupid fucking cocksucker! Drink down everything he has to give!”
Of course I kept at it. I was in complete bliss. After a few moments a warm flood just pored into my mouth and throat. I suddenly realized he was pissing. No not pissing, his body was just letting go. The piss was just flowing out of him, until it was just a dribble. Five pushed me back on my ass. I looked up. One was still just hanging there, feet off the ground, slowly turning. It took a moment for me to understand what I think I was seeing.
**[Intermission: and warning! A good place to stop reading before things really get dark!]**
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