Deadly Conversation Part Three
Tim had lost count of the days he'd been imprisoned in the small basement room. There was just space for a steel frame single bed, a toilet and basic washing facilities. The windowless room resembled a prison cell with brick walls and a grey concrete floor. The single light fitting on the ceiling was switched on continually making it impossible to tell day from night. The heavy wooden door had a square barred viewing opening and was securely padlocked from the outside. He received a visit once a day when the man who he remembered was called Andy brought him food. Andy was always armed with a hand gun tucked into the waist band of his jeans and the visits were always conducted in silence. Tim had no memory of being brought to the place but assumed correctly that he'd been drugged and unconscious at the time. They'd stripped him of his rubber suit and leather jacket leaving him naked apart from a steel chastity cage and steel manacle around his left ankle chaining him to the bed. The chain was just long enough for him to reach the shower and toilet. Solitude and boredom were having a serious impact on his state of mind. He spent his days laying on the bed, his mind wandering trying to figure where he was and what the two guys wanted. He had no doubt that his abduction had been carefully planned. All connections to his previous life had been severed, rendering him completely dependent on Kenny and Andy. He felt sure he wasn't the first young man to be locked in this cell and he couldnât help speculating on the fate of the others. Bizarrely though every time he did his swelling dick would be crushed the confines of the steel chastity cage.
During his weeks of imprisonment Tim's imagination had constructed a picture of the surroundings outside of his cell. It somehow helped him deal with the isolation and loneliness. However the image he'd created was a mile away from the reality of Kenny and Andy's ranch. The land was located at the head of a small canyon. It had been developed in the 1920s but low rainfall made worse by climate change had resulted in it being abandoned in the late 80s. It had been unoccupied for 30 years before the men bought it. The plot of land was long and narrow, spanning the bottom of the valley up to the steep pine and scrub covered canyon walls and running a little over a mile down the canyon. There was a farm house with out buildings and a barn on the high ground at the head of the canyon and an unpaved dirt road connected the farm house to the infrequently used public highway a little over a mile away. Through years of neglect pine trees had established themselves in the fields where almond trees had once grown concealing the farm and surrounding buildings from the highway, making the place perfect for Kenny and Andys purpose. They were dangerous guys with a criminal record for drug dealing and male rape, though the worst of their crimes had gone undetected. Undoubtedly they'd abducted young gay men and brought them on a one way journey to the ranch before. Tim was just the latest victim to occupy the cell, but he was different to the others. Where the others had been casual pick up's, Kenny and Andy had first seen Tim in a hanging video made by a man called Don. They'd watched the video repeatedly and had become obsessed with finding the boy and finishing what Don had started. With that in mind they'd hatched an elaborate plan to lure Tim half way around the world on the pretence of meeting Don.
Kenny and Andy made their living selling drugs and guns. They'd spent the day making deliveries and were now relaxing on the spacious farmhouse veranda. It was a warm evening. The sun had started to set over the western canyon wall and darkness was decending on the farm buildings. Andy used his cigarette lighter to light an oil lamp hanging from the ceiling. They were on their second bourbon and chilling nicely in the comfortable veranda chairs. The yellow flickering lamp illuminated a jumble of items discarded on the table in front of them, two sweaty tee shirts they'd removed earlier, a bottle of bourbon, a pack of Marlborough cigarettes, a cigarette lighter and their two Glock 9mm pistols, which they'd removed from the waist band of their jeans to make themselves more comfortable. As they drank and talked they were becoming increasingly horny. They'd amazed themselves with the restraint they'd shown in not touching Tim during the weeks he'd been at the ranch but that time was coming to an end. They usually kept their victims in the cell for three months in case someone came looking for them. After that they were considered dispensable. Some times friends were invited to the "party" other times they kept the boys for themselves. Tim fell into the last category, they'd put to much effort into abducting him to share him with anyone else.
"You know what." Said Kenny. "I'm so fuckin horny, Do you want to do Tim tonight."
"lt's over three months bud, nobody's going to come looking." Said Andy. "What about tomorrow night."
"No, I want him now." Said Kenny taking another swig of whisky and grabbing a fist full of his hardening dick. "Lets finish this drink and fetch him. I want him in his rubber gear and leather jacket like he was the night we took him."
Kenny had hardly finished his sentence when a flash of light some distance away in the direction of the highway caught his eye.
"Yes bud just for a second but I've lost it again."
However no sooner had he spoken the light re appeared only this time it was clearly on the dirt road leading to the farm and it was now accompanied by the sound of motorcycle engines. Simultaneously they both reached for their guns. By the time the two motorcycle headlights reached the yard infront of the house Kenny and Andy were standing with their weapons aimed at the bikers. Both bikes stopped close enough for the oil lamp to partially illuminate the riders. The first one astride a Harley single seat low rider was wearing western style leather jeans with boots and a leather waistcoat over a tanned muscular bare chest, the other was on a streetfighter style Yamaha and wore black one piece leathers with moto cross boots. The man on the Harley removed his open face helmet and spoke while still sitting on his bike.
"Hey guys no need for the guns let's take it easy. I'm Don and my buddy on the Yam is Jim and we just want to talk to you guys."
Jim removed his sports crash helmet but not wanting to spook Kenny or Andy remaind on his bike.
"OK" Said Kenny "Step into the light so we can see you."
Don and Jim got off their bikes and moved closer to the veranda. They were a similar age to Kenny and Andy. Both with shaved heads and a few days growth of facial hair. Their appearance was incredibly sexual in their tight fitting but we'll used leathers which were starting to show signs of wear and tear from many miles on the road.
"So what do you want to talk about" Said Kenny still pointing his gun in their direction. Don reached into his inside pocket and handed Kenny a photo of Tim.
"I'm told you've got this boy here." Said Don. "We're prepaird to pay you well for him."
Kenny looked at the photo and immediately recognised it as a screen shot from the hanging video that had first attracted them to the boy. Then he realised who the guy was. It was Don, the man who'd made the video. Kenny's immediate reaction was to tighten his grip on his gun. He'd heard of Don and knew he was dangerous. Don sensed Kenny's alarm and reaching for one of the leather panniers on his bike opened it for Kenny to see the contents. It was packed tightly with bundles of $20 bills.
"Relax Kenny." Said Don. "I've no quarrel with you and I don't mind paying you for the boy. You've done us a favour buddy and taken all the risk. This way no one can link us with Tim's abduction. Me and Jim have a lot in common with you guys, we're all into the same thing."
"You'd better come and sit down." Said Kenny, the sight of the money and Don's friendly Manor easing his mistrust of the two visitors. They sat around the veranda table and Andy poured them all a drink. Don's strategy was to gain Kenny and Andy's trust and then wait for an opportunity to take control. He hadn't reckoned on the guys having guns but that could be turned to their advantage if they could just get their hands on one. Andy fetched another bottle of bourbon and they they concluded the financial arrangement. Don had no intention of paying them a penny though. He wasn't yet sure how, but before the night was over Kenny and Andy would be dead and the boy would be their's. Don and Jim were acting friendly and soon they were all enjoying a drink together. They were all sexual predators and all Don had to do was wait for the whisky to work on their inhibitions. The opportunity came when he noticed Andy repeatedly glancing at Jim.
" You admiring my buddies leathers Andy?" Said Don with a wink, while simultaneously glancing at Kenny to gauge his reaction.
"Yep I think he's got the hots for your buddy Don ." Said Kenny with a grin.
They all laughed but behind the facade Don was waiting and plotting. The conversation started to take a more deviant theme as they talked about the parties and boys they had brought to the ranch. Don was surprised how freely Kenny and Andy were talking about it. He could see they were getting off reliving the moments as they described the events that had taken place in the canyon. Don gave Jim a glance and Jim knew immediately what it ment. Taking the cue he slid his booted foot under the table until it came into contact with Andy's right leg. Andy immediately made eye contact with Jim while at the same time reaching across with his right hand to touch Jims thigh. Don knew they'd got Andy on the hook. Just a matter of eliminating him now. Don headed the conversation in a even more morbid direction.
"If you don't mind me asking Kenny how do you dispose of the bodies?"
"They're in the ground." Said Kenny. Nice and deep down in the pine wood.
"Yeah I just finished digging a grave for Tim this morning. Pity we won't be using it now." Said Andy with a laugh. "You wanna see it Jim?"
Don looked at Jim willing him to say yes. They both knew Andy was looking for an excuse to be alone with Jim.
"What now, in the dark?" Said Jim, trying not to appear to eager to go into the dark wood with Andy.
"Sure I have a flash light." Said Andy. Making no attempt to hide the bulge in his jeans as he got to his feet and brushed past Jim. The guns were on the table where they'd been left earlier and Andy picked his up and pushed it into the rear waistband of his jeans as he left the veranda. Andy wasn't the only one getting hard. Jim felt his own dick straining in his leathers as he followed Andy into the trees. The moon was full making the wood so light the flash light was hardly needed as they walked further down the trail. Walking behind Andy Jim watched the gun as it swayed from side to side in rhythm with Andy's steps. He had to figure a way of taking it. Suddenly they were in a small clearing with just enough space to accommodate a freshly dug grave and the neatly piled soil waiting to entomb Tims body. Andy stopped at the side of the hole. Jim knew he was horny as fuck.
"Get on your knees." Said Jim.
Andy dropped to the ground and Jim unzipped his leathers and pulled out his hard dick. Andy took it and swallowed it immediately. Jim gripped his head with both hands and forced his dick deep into Andy's throat causing him to gag. He began to moan with pleasure as jim started skull fucking him. Andy could taste Jims semen as traces of precum started to leak and he desperately wanted more. Jim could see over Andy's shoulders. He knew this was the perfect opportunity, he could easily reach the gun tucked in the back of Andy's waistband while he was totally preoccupied with sex. In one quick move he pulled his dick from Andy's mouth and pushing his head downwards pulled the gun out of the waistband of his jeans. Andy seemed unaware that Jim had taken the gun and remained on his knees with his head bowed forward looking at the ground and awaiting Jims next move. Jim stepped around Andy and stood directly behind him. Andy was positioned perfectly as if waiting to be executed. Looking at the Golck 19 he disabled the three stage safety and tilting the gun sideways held the barrel against the back of Andy's neck. Although Andy felt the cold metal touching his skin, he was oblivious to its significance or what was about to happen. Jim felt the blood surging into his dick, he was almost coming. He paused for a while, savouring the moment before gently squeezing the trigger. A flash briefly illuminated the clearing and the crack of igniting nitrocellulose echoed through the canyon. A reflex reaction seemed to fire every nerve in Andy's body as if a coiled spring had been released, causing him to momentarily surge upwards from his couching position before falling back motionless to the ground. Jim stroked his dick as he kicked out with his foot rolling the lifeless body into the deep freshly dug grave. Jim resisted the urge to stand over the grave and Jack off on Andy's body. He didn't want to leave dna there and anyway he needed to get back to the ranch house.
After making a few jokes about Jim and Andy's departure Kenny and Don continued to chat finding a lot of common ground. However it was established fairly early that as two alpha tops there was no real chemistry between them. Kenny was speaking when the gun shot rang out through the still night air. Don had the advantage, firstly he hadn't downed as much bourbon as Kenny and secondly the shot wasnât a surprise, he was expecting it. In the split second it took Kenny to grasp what was happening Don had snatched Kenny's gun from the table, disabled the safeties and pointed it at Kenny's head.
"If you doubt that I'll pull the trigger Kenny you should know that the shot you heard was my buddy putting a bullet in Andy's head so fucking behave yourself." Said Don.
They sat in silence, looking at each other until Jim returned, his blood splattered leathers looking like a scene from a horror movie in the light of the oil lamp.
"Stand up Kenny said Don"
Jim pulled a pair of shiny hand cuffs from his inside pocket and standing behind Kenny closed the ratchet tightly. Don was surprised to see that rather than resisting being restrained Kenny had actually held his wrists together to make it easy for Jim to cuff him. Jim slid his right hand around onto the crotch of Kenny's jeans.
"He's fucking hard Don." Said Jim.
Kenny was in fact very hard. Despite the apparent death of his partner and the horrific image of Jims blood splattered leathers he felt incredibly aroused. He'd always known that his reign of murder had to end somehow but he never imagined it would be at the hands of two sexual predators like Don and Jim. The thought of enduring the abuse he'd subjected his victims to was terrifying yet the urge to submit to these men was overwhelming.
"Nice one." Said Don. They guided Kenny the 200 metres or so towards the barn. It was cooler now and deathly silent apart from the sound of their boots disturbing the gravel surface of the yard. Nothing was said, their minds preoccupied with what was about to happen in the barn. Kenny offered no resistance and even showed them how to switch on the lighting, which was dim and cast long shadows over the collection of devices and implements used during the infamous parties that had been held there. Don saw immediately what he wanted. It was a classic American thirteen turn noose made from traditional hemp rope and suspended from a block and pully system anchored to a rafter high up in the roof. The noose was laid on the floor with a few coils of slack rope and the other end was tied off to a cleat on a timber post. Don walked straight towards it guiding Kenny to a position directly below the point where the rope was attached to the rafter. Kenny stood trembling slightly with his head bowed forward. Don picked up the noose and stood behind Kenny while Jim stood in front of him holding a leather blindfold he'd taken from a storage chest by the door.
"Blindfold him." Said Don.
Jim buckled the leather strap and adjusted the blindfold to ensure no light could enter, then Don passed the noose over Kenny's head and working together they arranged the rough hemp rope, tightening the slip knot so it fit snugly around Kenny's neck.
"Get over to the cleat and take up the slack." Said Don.
Jim started to pull on the rope. Initially it ran easily through the pully block until all the slack had gone then Jim felt the tension increasing as the noose started to close on Kenny's neck. The mechanical assistance given by the pully system was so strong that Jim could have easily lifted Kenny off his feet and ended it then, but both Don and Jim were aroused and intended to make sure Kenny put on a good show. There was now so much pressure on Kenny's neck he was forced to stand on the balls of his feet to prevent his breath rasping in his partially restricted wind pipe. A small wet patch of semen had appeared staining the light blue denim around his crotch. Don stroked the outline of Kenny's erect dick through his jeans and touching the small semen soaked patch he said "You really want this don't you boy?"
Kenny was in total darkness, he could hear his pulse pounding in his head and Don's voice taunting him but was unable to reply.
"Tighten the rope some more." Said Don.
This time Jim could feel Kenny's real weight on the rope and he knew the hanging had begun. The noose closed tighter still around Kenny's neck but this time he was unable to find anymore movement in the already fully extended muscles between his toes and his ankles. His legs, now free of the floor began flailing as an involuntarily urge to find the ground swept over him. After a few moments of kicking however he became still again but began making strange noises as he tried in vain to draw air into his lungs through his constricted wind pipe.
"Hoist him up further." Said Don
Jim hauled on the rope until Don told him to stop. Kenny was now swinging about three feet from the floor. They both moved closer to Kenny and wrapped their arms around him in a bear hug. Transferring their weight to him they pulled downward as hard as they could. The noises coming from Kenny immediately stopped as the noose tightened for a final time crushing his windpipe and marking the point of no return. They helped themselves to a bottle of Whisky from a drinks cabinet and took turns to swig from the bottle neck. Kenny was still occasionally twitching, then the small patch of semen in the crotch of his jeans suddenly started to expand as it was replaced by a streem of piss making a dark stain which extended onto his thighs. The piss crept down his right leg and started to drip off the toe of his trainers. A slow drip initially but quickly becoming a stream, it wasn't long before it was forming a pool on the barn floor sending a clear sign that Kenny was well and truly fucked. Jim had been stroking his dick through his leathers.
"Well unzip your leathers and Jack off Bud, but use a condom, don't want to leave dna."
Don was cool and in control and keeping his dick in his pants he watched Jim shoot a massive load into the condom while he watched Kenny's final moments. Don had other things on his mind though. He knew somewhere on the ranch was the European boy who'd hung himself in his bedroom more than a year ago and he didn't want to share him with Jim. In fact as far as Don was concerned Jim had served his purpose in helping to invade the ranch and was now a liability in that he knew to much. Kenny was now obviously dead andJim had rinsed his cum from the condom and slipped it in his pocket for disposal later.
"Give me hand Jim I'm going to bury him in the pine wood with Andy." Said Don.
They lowered Kenny's body to the floor and lifted it into a wheelbarrow they'd found leaned against the outside wall of the barn. It was easy pushing the barrow down the gently sloping path through the wood towards the place where the grave had been dug. Don was pushing and Jim was making the occasional adjustment to Kenny's body to prevent it falling out of the barrow. What a fucking night thought Jim as they reached the small clearing where Andy lay in the open grave.
"Help me tip the barrow." Said Don. They lifted the barrow handles and Kenny's body slid out and into the hole hitting Andy's body with a thud.
"Nice one Don." Said Jim.
Jim peered into the grave at the two bodies, he'd had some fantastic experiences with Don since they first met online a couple of years back. Initially they'd had some roleplay sessions together but Don had seen an evil streak in Jim that could be useful to him. The relationship between them was very different though. Jim had developed a trust and a dependency on Don which was not reciprocated. Don used people and Jim was no different to anyone else. There was a dull thud and a flash of light which seemed to originate somewhere in Jims head then he was falling. He hit the ground at the very edge of the deep grave but the ground was slippery and he was unable to stop himself tumbling over the edge into the blackness, landing on top of the two other bodies. He'd come to rest lying on his back looking up at Don's silhouette framed by the pine trees and the dark sky. He was holding the shovel and had obviously hit Jim on the head. Jim tried to sit up but the grave was too narrow and the sides to wet and slimy for him to get a grip. Then loose canyon soil was covering him sounding almost like rain as it hit his leathers. He was amazed how quickly Don was able to shovel in the dirt. It poured into the hole faster and faster. As he tried to brush it off in one place more settled on him somewhere else. He'd been concentrating so hard on protecting his face He'd failed to notice his legs were being covered. He tried to raise them but it was impossible, the soil was to heavy. Then more soil was hitting him in the face but this time it was more difficult to shake off. There was nowhere now for the fresh soil to go. The spaces around him and Andy's body could take no more and he was being covered in a layers of suffocating earth. He raised his hands to cover his nose and mouth forming a void to allow him to breathe but the relief it gave didn't last long. The blanket of soil was insulating him from the sound of Don digging, all he could hear was the muffled noise from the relentless cascade of suffocating earth sealing him in his grave. He moved his hands slightly to try to enlarge the void he'd made but it was a mistake. The soil burst in forcing it's way into his nose and mouth and blocking his airways. He was unable to draw air into his lungs and his chest was screaming in pain. In a gesture of finality he closed his eyes, he knew it was over.
Don was putting the finishing touches to back filling the grave and it was now level with the surrounding ground. He looked at his handiwork, he'd made a good job. Quite fitting really he thought, one of Jims biggest fantasies was being buried alive. He couldnât help chuckling to himself as he walked back to the ranch house.
The sun was rising as Don got back to the ranch house. He needed to sleep before he fetched Tim from the cell in the basement. He found Kenny and Andy's bedroom and crashed out on their double bed. It was early afternoon when he awoke. He got some food and coffee from the kitchen and went back to the bedroom. The room was huge spanning the width of the building and having a window at each side. Two armchairs and a coffee table occupied the center area while a large double bed was located against the end wall opposite the door. It was perfect for his purpose. He took several roles of 2 inch duct tape, a rubber band and a plastic bag from his bike panniers and hid them under the bed. He'd ordered the bag from a industrial supplier specially for Tim. The heavy gauge crystal clear plastic was silky almost slippery to the touch and was big enough to completely enclose Tim's head while allowing sufficient space for him to breathe without the plastic being drawn into his face. Now everything was ready. Don took a shower and got changed then descended the stairs into the basement.
Tim was on the bed in his prison cell. He knew something was wrong. Andy hadn't made his usual morning visit and during the night he'd heard a gun shot somewhere in the canyon. Then there were footsteps on the stairs and the sound of a key in the padlock. In one sense he was relieved, Kenny and Andy were the only people who knew he was there. If they were dead he would likely starve to death in his cell. He was totally unprepared however for the shock of Don standing in the doorway looking almost the same as he had on the night they'd had the video call. He was naked from the waist upwards showing his muscular hairy chest and tattooed biceps, a heavy studded leather belt was threaded through the belt loops of his western style leather jeans which he'd tucked into leather motorcycle boots. Leather studded wrist cuffs and a leather executioner hood sent a clear message regarding his intentions.
"So Tim, we meet again." Said Don.
His voice had the same confidence and authority Tim remembered from the night in his bedroom. Throwing Tim the key for the manical around his ankle he said.
"Unlock yourself and put your clothes on then follow me."
Tim squeezed into his rubber one piece suit and his trainers, then carrying his leather jacket followed Don up the stairs and into Andy and Kennys bedroom.
"Sit down and make your self comfortable Tim." Said Don nodding towards the chairs and table. Tim sat in one of the arm chairs and Don sat opposite and poured both of them a bourbon. Tim looked at him. He seemed even more threatening than he had on the screen in his bedroom, yet at the same time incredibly sexy in his well worn leather jeans. Tims craving for him hadn't diminished in the twelve months since he'd last seen him.
"Come on Tim down your drink and we'll talk." Said Don.
"So, you're looking very sexy in that rubber suit bud. The play we had on cam was fucking wild wasn't it? I thought you were fucking dead bud till a friend told me you were looking for me. I guess you just want me to finish the job, right?"
More than anything Tim wanted to continue the game they'd started on cam last year but the reality of being so close to the man was making him nervous. Was he having doubts, he wasn't sure, but he'd come this far and he knew Don wasn't going to allow hlm to change his mind. Tim was trembling when he spoke.
"Yes Sir It was hot Sir, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind Sir."
Tim reflected on his nervous reply and felt embarrassed. For Don however it confirmed his superiority, he was cool and in control. He was going to enjoy this. It wasnât like killing the others. They were witnesses and therefore a liability and of little consequence to him. Tim was different, he was young and beautiful and unknowingly was about to fulfil Don's ultimate fantasy.
"Good boy, and are you going all the way for me this time?"
Tim replied his voice still shaky. "Yes Sir, but maybe we could talk about it."
"What's to talk about boy? We're both here and both know what we want right? Three guys have died here because of you, don't think you can just change your mind. I only want to hear one fucking thing from you and that's yes Sir. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir." Stuttered Tim. His reply didn't sound very convincing but Don didn't care. He knew the boy was afraid and he was getting off on it.
"So Tim we're going to play a different game this time. This time you're alone with me and there's no webcam for you to switch off if events go too far. You're in over your head boy and you know it donât you. I'm bigger and stronger and smarter than you and I can do what I want and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Do you understand boy?"
Tim's reply was hardly audible. "Yes Sir."
"It's funny Tim that you haven't asked what I'm going to do with you, so maybe it's time you found out."
Tim could see the lust in Don's face. He knew this time there would be no second chance but despite his concern he could feel his erection pressing against the chastity cage. Don took a swig of bourbon from the bottle.
"I'm sorry Tim but I need to get away pretty soon so I'm afraid it's time boy, are you ready?"
Tim remained silent, he was now resigned to what ever Don had planned.
"Stand by the bed then boy."
Tim stood at the side of the bed.
"Now boy strip naked for me."
Tim removed his trainers and socks and unzipped his rubber one piece suit.
"Now put your clothes in a neat pile on the floor and stand by the bed again."
Tim was now completely naked except for a chastity cage.
"Let's set that dick free boy." Said Don as he took a key from the back pocket of his leather jeans and unlocked the cage confining Tim's dick. It was semi hard and already leaking precum. Don took it in his hand and stroked it to a full erection.
"Nice, now let's get you wrapped up tight."
Don reached under the bed for a role of duct tape.
"Put your ankles together as close as you can."
Tim did as he was told and Don commenced wrapping turn after turn of duct tape around the boys ankles. If Tim hadn't guessed before he certainly knew now what Don's game was and the idea of being mummified in duct tape by Don was doing nothing to ease Tim's erection, in fact the reverse was true.
"Now Tim place your hands at your sides and relax your arms."
Don started applying tape to Tim's right arm above the elbow, wrapping it with several turns of tape before encircling Tim's chest a number of times to secure the end. He then repeated it on the other arm before doing the same to his lower arms and wrists. Tim couldn't believe how effective the tape bondage was, his arms and legs were completely immobilised.
"How does that feel boy?" Said Don touching his dick in his leather jeans as he admired his handiwork. Tim didn't speak. He wanted to say he couldn't move and it felt amazing but Don was frightening him. Like before in the video call they'd had he was unsure whether Don's threats were part of his game or real. He was even unsure which he wanted them to be.
"Sit on the bed Tim and put your feet over the bottom edge." Said Don. Tim eased his bound body onto the bed and Don helped position his feet so they were off the floor and easily accessible. Then taking the roll he began to wrap the boys feet in layers of tape. Covering his ankles and halfway up to his knees, Tim's lower legs were now encased in thick layers of gray adhesive tape.
"Now stand up for me again boy."
Don helped Tim to his feet and steadied him, then starting where he'd finished he continued wrapping Tim's legs. Tim watched as the layers of tape consumed his legs and feet mummifying his body up to his hips.
"Now what shall we do with this boy?" Said Don as he flicked the end of Tim's semi hard dick. But before Tim thought of an answer Don had forced it between the boys legs and applied a layer of tape, holding it in place in preparation for being sealed under the advancing tide of duct tape. Don had started using the second roll of tape and with the difficult parts of Tim's body finished the progress of Tim's mummification was rapid and relentless. Tim felt a surge of panic as Don reached his shoulders and began meticulously cutting smaller pieces to neatly fit the more difficult places around his neck. Tim's heart was racing, when was Don going to stop. He'd finished the boys shoulders and was now wrapping tape around his neck. Tim tried to look down at his mummified body but the tape had immobilised his neck making movement of his head impossible.
"Time to lay you on the bed now boy."
Don lifted Tim's slim body effortlessly onto the center of the bed, laying him on his back. Then he climed onto the bed himself sitting with his back leaning on the headboard for support and his legs apart at each side of Tim. Reaching forward he eased Tim's mummified body upwards so the boys head was resting in the crotch of his leather jeans. Tim could smell the intoxicating odour of leather and sex.
"I'm gonna do your head now boy, anything you want to say before I gag you with tape?"
Tim tried to move his head but without success and instead whispered the words.
But Don didn't hear, he'd already started completing Tim's mummification. Working from behind It didn't take long. First everything went dark as his eyes were covered. Then there was tape over his ears muffling all sound. Then his mouth was sealed. But Don still didn't stop, he kept adding more and more layers, pausing occasionally to smooth the tape with his hands and stroke his dick, until finally he was happy. The job was perfect, Tim was immobilised in thick layers of tape covering every inch of skin and only his nostrils were left open for him to breath.
"How does that feel boy?"
Said Don with a slightly raised voice to ensure Tim could hear, but Tim was unable to make any sound at all, let alone reply through the duct tape gag.
"What's the matter boy, nothing to say? Pity I'd have liked to chat for a while. I've really enjoyed our game here, but as I told you earlier I have to get going so I'm afraid it's time to say goodbye."
Don took the plastic bag and loosely fitted the rubber band around the open end. Then stretching the rubber band and the plastic bag he drew them over Tim's head. The shiny plastic slid over the layers of duct tape beautifully before tightening around Tim's neck. Don straightened the creases in the plastic making it look neat and tidy before tightly wrapping layers of tape around the join between the bag and Tim's mummified skin, creating an airtight seal. Tim's first realisation that Don had bagged him came when he noticed the smell of newly manufactured plastic and sensed the air he was breathing was getting warmer. Then he felt Don lift his head onto a pillow as he got off the bed. Don's goodbye was reverberating in Tim's thoughts as he realised he was becoming breathless. His head mummified Tim could only guess what was happening. Don was now standing at the side of the bed. He'd unbuckled his belt and lowered his leather jeans and had started to edge his rock hard dick. The first signs of Tim's asphyxiation were showing as the inside of the clear plastic bag began to run with condensation. Tim had bagged himself in his bedroom a hundred times before and knew exactly what to expect and how it would feel. The only difference was this time it wouldn't end with him shooting his load and ripping the bag off. Although Tim had no hearing or vision he knew Don would be watching the show intently. The thought sent blood flowing into the boys dick and despite the restriction caused by the grey tape he was becoming hard. He was aware that he was no longer able to control his breathing which was becoming rapid. Don was watching the movement of the plastic bag. This was the moment he'd been thinking about for over a year.
"Yeah that's it boy, breathe from that fucking bag for me."
High on the ridge road a County police SUV was heading in the direction of the ranch. The two police officers, already pissed off with the departments latest money saving measures were now required to visit more rural communities to discuss crime prevention and security. They knew nothing of the occupants of the ranch other than there'd never been any trouble from them and to all intents and purposes they were law abiding ciizens.
"If you take this call I'll do the next one." Said the officer at the wheel as he turned off the highway into the road leading to the ranch.
" I just need to sit in the car and finish some paperwork. "
"OK no problem." Said his partner in the passenger seat. "Most likely no one home anyways."
By now the inevitable panic had begun and Tim's irrational struggle for life against the suffocating duct tape had started, but it was unless, the tape had him in it's grip. He was making muffled noises through his nose as he fought for each breath. Don was getting off big time now. He was jacking off hard and close to orgasm.
Don ejaculated covering the plastic bag and Tim's mummified chest in his semen. Coming down from his orgasm he reverted to his plan of dousing Tim's body and the room in gasoline and burning the ranch house down. But before he could act something caught his eye outside the window. He glanced up from the boys suffocating body and found himself looking directly into the eyes of a police officer who was standing outside on the veranda. Taken by surprise they both hesitated for a split second. Don was the first one to move. He bolted toward the kitchen where he knew there was a gun on the table. Picking it up he cautiously looked through the door connecting the kitchen to the veranda. The police officer was nowhere to be seen. Don's bike was just a few feet away. Moving as quietly as he could he descended the three steps from the veranda to the yard and swung his leg over the bike. The police officer was trained to prioritise saving life and he'd entered the bedroom from the opposite window to help Tim. After ripping the bag off Tim's head he turned his attention to Don. Moving quickly he took up a position on the veranda and aiming his hand gun at Don called for him to stop. Don was never going to give himself up and went for his gun. The police officers response was instantaneous and accurate with the bullet passing right through Don's heart.
Tim looked down at the grey North Atlantic from his seat at 36,000 feet. If the police authorities had suspected he'd played a role in contributing to the events that unfolded at the ranch that weekend they certainly didn't show it. They'd been incredibly helpful, finding him hotel accommodation, buying him clothes and arranging a flight home for him. In three hours he'd be safely on European soil again. Undoubtedly the last three months should have taught him lesson, the only problem was every time he thought about Don he got a hard on.
