The Adventures of Leo - 8

It was Sale Day. Leo stood in the cellar, dressed in his best white underwear and surrounded by a crowd of men. They were politely jostling with each other, trying to get close enough to inspect him and touch him. He recognised the Plantation owner and the Harem fantasy man and one or two other recent 'try out' calls, but there were also many others he had never seen before. There was a buzz of  excitement in the air and he could sense the intense feelings towards him. It felt strangely exhilarating to be so desired by so many men.

If Leo did not know most of these men, they certainly knew him. Ever since he'd arrived here, the Captor had been putting out a 24 hour CCTV feed of him to paying subscribers. His abduction had been planned and widely advertised in advance to interested parties, so they had been able to witness it all: his confused and angry arrival, his initiation into service and his training, step by step, until he could satisfy the basest lusts and the most perverse of men. They'd watched him anxiously tossing and turning in his ropes at night, being caressed and loved by gentle admirers and suffering in brutal rituals. His followers were legion and devoted and now the day had finally arrived when they had the chance to actually make him their own - to take him away and keep him.

These last minute inspections were ended when the Captor himself mounted an auctioneer's rostrum at the far end of the room and began addressing the crowd. The prospective buyers immediately turned and gathered around him. Leo sat down on the steps and watched as his fate was decided. The auction was animated but he couldn't hear properly or tell who was bidding.

Now the crowd had moved away from him, he could see that there were a large number of cardboard boxes stacked up against the cellar walls. They hadn't been there before. It was as though someone was moving out.

Suddenly there was a round of applause at the far end of the room. The auction was over and the group of bidders began to break up and leave. Leo got up to let them use the steps. Some angrily stalked past him, showing their disappointment, others paused for a wistful last look before reluctantly leaving too. 

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Leo was not told the result of his sale. He was taken to a locker room and allowed out of his ropes while he changed into a white jockstrap which was of much finer quality than his usual working clothes. Within a short time, a young man arrived, clad in an identical jockstrap and nothing else. He said he'd come to measure up Leo for his 'going away' outfit. He casually explained that the Captor had advised him to remove his own uniform in case Leo became too 'emotional' and damaged it but it was obvious that he too was an owned man. Leo tried to find out who had purchased him, but the boy was tight-lipped and would not say. He glanced up towards the dome where the CCTV camera was concealed.

The next morning the Captor breezed into Leo's cell exclaiming
"You're going away, Leo! Get into these".

He proffered a neatly folded pile of clothing which turned out to be a set of Navy fatigues. For Leo it felt strangely uplifting, climbing into a uniform again after all this time. They had already been 'worn in' by someone else and they were a perfect, snug fit. When he'd finished dressing the captor tied him up again in a tight hogtie, a form of restraint which was normally reserved for extended periods of unsupervised captivity, such as night time.

"You look great Leo" said the captor warmly, as he pulled the ropes extra tight between Leo's buns. "Just right for a Caribbean cruise on a private yacht. You'll be on the ocean by tonight.
I shall miss you, Leo. You've made me a rich man - and I'm outta here too, before those hoodlums come back to dip their fingers in the pot. Hey! I think that knock means your transport is here!"

He unlocked the door and the young valet appeared again, dragging a large sea-chest behind him. Together they lifted Leo into the trunk, placing him face down and surrounding his body with protective packaging. Then the lid was closed on him, it pressed down on Leo's feet, pushing them uncomfortably against the back of his thighs. He squawked in annoyance, but it was too late, he was already plunged into darkness and heard the locks outside clicked shut.

There followed some jarring and bumping as the trunk was fully secured. Then it was being lifted, carried along, jolting him, jarring his folded legs. He heard traffic sounds and realised they must have carried him outside the building. He called out, a desperate, muffled cry for help. The box banged down and he could hear voices concluding the transaction followed by the hollow clang of a van door slamming shut. An engine started up, then they were pulling away with a jerk.

As his long journey began, tears formed in Leo's eyes.
He hadn't even been able to say goodbye to anyone.

 THE END

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The Adventures of Leo - 7

After weeks of confinement and bizarre abuse and with the threat of being sold off hanging over him, Leo thought his new life could hold no more surprises for him - until the morning when 'Weasel' Cade walked into his work cell.

Leo knew him well, Cade was an East Side low-life who preyed on the poor and hung around with the meanest scum in the city. But like any weasel, he was hard to nail, you just had to harass him all the time. Leo and the other cops did their very best to make life hard for him.

'Well, well, well, it's Police Officer Carlton', said Cade in his sing-song weaselly voice,
'We'd heard there was a cop here, but I didn't expect it to be you, Leo.
You don't mind if I call you Leo, do you?"

picture by Fetish Force

Leo did mind of course, but Cade was in charge now and full of villainous swagger.
He even untied Leo's hands to demonstrate his newly-found power over the cop.
"You'll service me better with your hands free, Leo", he chuckled "heh, heh, heh".

This minor liberation offered Leo no chance to escape, the door was still locked and the Captor was always watching. Besides, Leo knew he was no match for street fighter Cade who would delight in taking him down if he tried anything.

So when Cade dropped his pants and squirted over Leo's bare chest, the cop could only grip his fists in angry frustration. When told to start sucking, he had little choice but to comply. It was the ultimate humiliation for a cop, but just the beginning. Over the next two hours Cade extracted a lengthy, often painful revenge.

Leo was still nursing Cade's bruises when he was called out again, this time to service two men at the same time. He'd never had a double booking before and they looked mean and tough. He didn't recognise them, but he knew straight away they were also underworld characters like Cade.

picture by Ebony D

They spread him with ropes and probed every recess of his body in a cold, calculating, threatening way, but like the plantation owner, it was completely non-sexual.

After a lengthy examination, one turned to the other and said
"I tink d'boss'll definitely fancy dis bitch cop".

"Yeah, definitely" agreed the other, grinning with an immaculate row of broken teeth,
 "Let's make an offer they can't refuse!"
They both roared with laughter and left to talk to the Captor.

Shortly after they left, Leo heard shouting and crashing noises outside, then silence.

 picture by Bound Guys

It was some hours later when the door to Leo's cell opened again. It was the Captor but his face was badly bruised. He freed Leo from the now very painful spread-eagle bondage and escorted him back to his cell in total silence. You didn't have to be a cop to know that this sudden interest from thugs and hoodlums meant trouble for both of them.

Leo felt a new terrible danger and anxiously tested his restraining bindings.
It was as futile as usual.

picture by Raging Stallion

For a day or so after this incident, normality returned (or at least what passed for normality in the Captor's den). Leo continued to service his lustful, demanding clients as usual. But the spectre of gangland servitude was never far from his mind. For a cop it was bad enough to be forced  to be a rich man's plaything, but quite another thing to be the helpless butt of toughs and ruthless criminals. 

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The Adventures of Leo - 6

Leo's beating by the Plantation owner was mercifully short. A red light came on in the cellar and the Captor, through a loudspeaker, ordered a halt. "No marking the goods! Save it for when he's yours".

This only seemed to confirm to Leo that he really was about to be sold off into slavery. The next night was another very sleepless one for him. He had strange dreams in which his mother kept admonishing him for betraying his ancestors.

The next day should have been easier for him. The client was one of his regulars, a man who just wanted to strip him, worship his body and shoot his load.

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 Unfortunately Leo, exhausted by his sleepless night, was unable to stay awake for him.
The disappointed client soon gave up and angrily claimed a refund as he left.
The Captor was furious with Leo, since such failures soon became common knowledge outside. 

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As punishment, he took Leo back to the White Cellar and made him stand in there naked and shackled to the wall for 24 hours. With no heating, no food or water and unable to change his position, this simple confinement gradually became an agonising torture,
but one calculated to leave no marks whatsoever on Leo's body.
The video relay of his suffering recouped the lost revenue several times over.

picture by Bound Gods

This punishment was a mild foretaste of what was to come. Word of the sale had gotten round and prominent, city men with perverse tastes and deep wallets came to view him and have a 'test drive' prior to the sale. Leo soon began to understand what the Captor had meant by 'burn-out'.
The red light came to his rescue more than once.

picture by Titan

Fortunately these painful try outs were still interspersed with milder, normal work with men worshipping submissively at his feet. Though distasteful still to the former cop, they did at least give him some respite and the sense of power they gave was undoubtedly pleasurable in comparison with the pain of the lash. But in a way that only served to make the tortures feel worse. Leo remembered his Captor's words about 'pacing' him but knew now that his welfare was only being looked after to preserve his selling value.

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The Adventures of Leo - 5

The physically brutal, 'Harem' session really shook Leo. The client's insinuation that he was destined for a 'disposal sale' had deflated all his hopes of release and freedom. As he was returned to his cell, the Captor noticed how agitated he was and secured him more tightly than usual, making Leo feel even more helpless. He slept badly that night,

In the morning, he was awoken early as usual, to eat, perform his toilet and be washed.
His complex overnight body bindings were removed and he was prepared for the first client of the day. In accordance with this clients instructions, he was to be totally nude for this session, not even given underwear. His hands were tied in front with simple wrist roping and he was gagged with a piece of cloth.

The Captor did not take Leo to his usual working room, but downstairs to a cellar he'd never been in before. It wasn't a dark, forbidding dungeon, but it's bright, clinically clean appearance was equally disturbing. Leo sensed that something unpleasant was going to happen to him here.

The Captor tied Leo's hands to a post above his head, murmuring encouraging words, then left.
 Leo waited, naked, alone and trembling. Eventually, a middle-aged man came down the cellar stairs. In his fine clothes, he looked just like a southern gent, an impression that was confirmed by his rich accent when he spoke. He complimented Leo on his physique and stout equipment, he was a fine looking buck - and with an excellent reputation for 'customer service'.

Leo was accustomed to clients drooling over his body when they first met, but when this gentleman began to examine him more closely it was different, almost like a doctor examining a patient - no, like a farmer inspecting livestock. When he placed his hands on Leo's hips to turn him round, Leo shuddered at the touch and the man laughed. 

 The examination of Leo's rear was unexpectedly invasive, intimate and thorough, but finally the strange man stood back remarking that Leo would make a fine addition to the staff at his plantation. Hard work would buff him up considerably.

Leo immediately squawked , "I ain't gonna be no plantation slave!"
Through the gag, it didn't come out quite like that, but his meaning was unmistakeable.

 "Oh Ho!" cried the man "Some spirit I see! Excellent, Leo, my boy, I like that!
You get better and better! But your insolence cannot go unchecked."

He slid his hand lightly down Leo's back, then turned away and took off his coat, hanging it up carefully on a wall hook. Then he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and neatly rolled up the sleeves, revealing unexpectedly muscular arms. From a side table he picked up a riding crop and then advanced towards where Leo was tethered and quaking now knowing what was coming. His legs began to tremble and he tugged in vain at the wrist bindings.

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The Adventures of Leo - 4

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Leo did not retire to his bed that night - he was carried to it and dumped on it, naked and bound.
It wasn't even a proper bed, but an uncomfortable put-you-up sofa in a basement room.
His captor thought a captive cop on a rainbow flag was hilarious and took photos for the Internet.
Leo drifted off to sleep hoping the cops would see them and spot clues to where he was being held.

 

In the days that followed, Leo slipped into the routine of being tied and retied, dressed and undressed, all for the amusement of the punters. He became accustomed to being a captive servant of their perverted desires and found it wasn't always unpleasant, they weren't all nasty.

 His days of duty normally followed a repetitive pattern of bondage trials, interspersed with meals and closely supervised exercising, designed to keep him in prime condition. Leo enjoyed seeing his body becoming fitter and his popularity was becoming strangely pleasing to him, but he was told it wouldn't last. He was hitting his target earnings now, the Captor said, but these men would soon get bored with him. This was just the easy money, he'd soon be moved on to more demanding work. Then his takings would increase much more rapidly, but the Captor said he had to pace him so he wouldn't burn out too soon.

Leo wondered what 'burning out' meant. Maybe his Captor would set him free, one day, with a nice share of the money he'd earned.

One day, a routine macrame session with a client was suddenly interrupted. The Captor burst in with a very agitated demeanour and bundled the trouser-less customer out of the door, telling him he had to leave quickly. A few minutes later he returned, lifted tied up Leo off the bed and hurriedly carried him to a well hidden back room, where he dumped him on the floor and locked the door.

Shortly after Leo heard voices nearby, it was the cops, he could tell by the tone and pattern of their questioning. He strained to hear better and called out to them (as best he could though the multiple layers of gag stuffed in his mouth). But they didn't hear him, despite repeated efforts. After a while, the voices faded away and he was left lying on the floor for the rest of the day.


After this, Leo's police career gradually became a distant memory and he pretty much gave up hope of rescue. As he had been warned, his early, underwear-collecting customers gradually stopped coming and his duties became more exotic and his clients more demanding and cruel.

Leo's first, really bad day started out as an innocent-seeming 'Harem' role-play. Leo was bound as usual and laid in a tented, luxuriously cushioned bed, ready to receive a Middle Eastern client of considerable wealth. The client was thrilled at first, calling Leo his 'Nubian Slave', but their encounter rapidly turned into an Arabian Nightmare of severe ball-binding and scorching hot oils. Unfortunately he enjoyed Leo's anguished squirming so much, that he promised to return for the 'disposal sale' when he would buy Leo to be his permanent Eunuch.

Leo suddenly saw a vision of a much more frightening future.

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The Adventures of Leo - 3

When the second visitor finally left, he took Leo's underwear with him.

"You're doing better than even I expected", reported his Captor
 as he took Leo for a well-earned shower,
"they have to pay extra for your clothes and spanking, you know.
It just shows how much they like you."
 .

It hadn't occurred to Leo that these men were actually paying to use him.
He'd thought he was being held for ransom or prisoner exchange
 and that these guys were just gangsters venting their hatred of cops.
Being 'liked' in this way was not appealing at all.
 .

.
He had plenty of time to think about this development
while he waited in fresh clean underwear for his next 'appointment'.
He wondered apprehensively what other 'extras' might be on offer,

Groping and spanking was obviously part of the basic package,
 but it wasn't hard to imagine more unpleasant, frightening possibilities.

As it turned out, customer number 3 mainly wanted to practise his 'shibari' skills
but he did also torment Leo with tickling and painful tweaking.
By the time the sweaty session ended, Leo had been comprehensively molested and drained.
The stranger departed, breathing heavily and clutching Leo's replacement underwear.
He had a long wait in the cold before the Captor came for him.
He carried him to his sleep cell having decided to put Leo to bed that night as he was,
very tightly bound.

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The Adventures of Leo - 2

Some time later the recipient of the Captor's call entered Leo's cell
He was just as excited by Leo, as The Captor had predicted.

A real cop, totally helpless, what an opportunity!

 Leo had expected these men would take advantage of his immobilisation to hurt him.
Strangely, though, this one was content to watch him struggle, enjoying his predicament

Although he did tweak the tethering rope occasionally
just to make Leo jump and dance - like a puppet on a string.

He was very aroused by Leo's police uniform and when he left he took it with him.

 having negotiated a suitable fee with Leo's captor,
who refused to allow any discount for the still-wet soiling.


At first Leo was furious over losing his uniform,
but he knew the other cops would be scouring the streets trying to find him,
and if they found his stolen uniform, it just might lead them to him.

The Captor returned and adjusted Leo's underwear to it's normal position

It restored some modesty for him, but offered scant warmth in the chilly cell.

He was made to sit astride a gym bench
and told that his rather utilitarian style of underwear,
though obviously chosen for comfort rather than style,

would probably be a big hit with his next visitor.

The Captor then tied Leo to the bench, face down on the smelly seat.

He left him waiting in the cold - embarrassed, uncomfortable and apprehensive.

When the next man entered the cell he laughed at Leo's underpants and vest
He scolded him for wearing schoolboy underpants, making Leo blush,
and then administered a short but stinging spanking on his rounded buns,
leaving those fuller cheeks equally flushed.

Leo tearfully memorised his face, vowing revenge when he got free. 

But as if the spanking were not humiliation enough,
this man started taking photographs of Leo
 from a variety of frankly, embarrassing angles,
promising they would soon find their way onto the Internet.

Tears and naff underwear,
that wouldn't be too good for Leo's street cred
 - or his career, he reflected.

Where were the cops when he needed them?

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