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Sinister Intentions - Chapter 5

by slyleather

Chapter 5

Tyler awoke feeling cold and alone. The only lighting in the room was by the orange fluorescent lights outlining the baseboards of the room. Tyler didn’t know where he was or what had happened. He tried to remember what had happened, but a flood of images started to overwhelm him. Men kissing, stroking each others dicks, hot bodied men and several words began to pop into his head, ‘hot’, ‘sexy’, ‘horny’, ‘crave’, ‘desire’, ‘lust’, ‘passion’, ‘need’, ‘pleasure’, he couldn’t quite remember where they all came from, but it felt good, it felt right to him. He had a splitting headache, but as he tried to rub his head with his hand he realized that his hands were padlocked together by the two silver rings attached to the leather wristbands he had been wearing while manacled to the leather covered X from the other room. The same restraints surrounded his ankles, but only his left ankle was padlocked to a ten-foot chain bolted into the floor. Tyler surveyed the room trying to get a grip on his surroundings. He noticed the bars in front of him, he was inside a cage, the bars ran from the concrete floor up to the concrete ceiling. The cage was in the far corner of the room. This room was much larger than the other one he had been in, as he figured his cell alone was 20x20 feet. The ten-foot chain was in the center of the cage and he could move from side to side. Tyler felt like an animal that had been caught in the wild, he was naked, except for the leather wrist and ankle bands, and the cage did have a cot with a thin blanket and pillow as well as a small drain in the corner. Outside the cage Tyler could make out a leather couch with various leather restraints along the wall attached to chains, some were hanging from the ceiling, other from the floor. He didn’t know how much time had passed or how long he had been unconscious, but now he felt depressed and tired. He crawled up onto the cot, closed his eyes and lay there crying at how good his life had been and to go from that to this was a 180 degree reverse.
As he lay there the images of the various men began to flood back into his mind and the word that were now seared into his subconscious. His dick began to get hard and he found his hand gently wandering down to his cock as he began to fondle it as his mind replayed the words and images from the training session. All of a sudden Tyler’s eyes opened wide and he looked down at his dick in his hand and remembered the images, “oh my God,” he said to an empty room, “what have they done to me?” and then he put everything that had happened to him together for the first time and understood what was happening to him, “they’re turning me gay.”
A few seconds later he heard locks being undone from the door at the other end of the room, the door opened and in walked Brennan in the same leather garb, but with his vest unzipped. Tyler sat up on the cot as Brennan closed the door behind him and walked to the front of the Tyler’s cage. He pulled a cigar out of the breast pocket on his leather shirt and lit it, replacing his butane lighter in the other pocket as the door to the room opened and Shane, still in the same leather pants, harness, arm and wristbands and leather gloves with the studded collar, stepped into the room carrying a tray. Shane sat the tray down on a stool next to the door as he reached into his leather pant pocket and produced a single key. Shane looked at his Master and Brennan nodded in approval as Shane unlocked the steel bar door to Tyler’s cage and sat the tray just inside then closing the door and locking it again. He handed the key to his Master, turned and exited the room. Brennan stood there smoking his cigar as Tyler sat on the cot staring at him. Each one waiting for the other to speak, and it was Brennan who broke the silence, “you need to eat, you haven’t eaten in three days,” indicating that Tyler should take the tray that Shane had placed for him.
Had it been three days? Couldn’t be, Tyler thought, he didn’t feel that hungry, but he was thirsty. As he moved from his cot to the tray he could hear the chain attached to his ankle dragging against the floor. The tray had a bottle of water, a sandwich and two pickles on it. Tyler took the tray back to his cot and sat there eating it while Brennan sat on the leather couch watching him and smoking his cigar. Once Tyler was finished he carefully placed the tray in front of the entrance to his cage he stood there as Brennan got up off the couch and approached the door to the cage and stood in front of him. Brennan knew that even though Tyler had completed stage one of his training he was still resistant to what would be his new role in life. Brennan pulled out another cigar and lit it and decided to inform Tyler of what had happened in the last three days, in hopes it Tyler would surrender more easily if he knew what had happened. “There’s no going back Tyler,” Brennan began, “your old life is gone, literally. The world believes your dead.” Brennan walked over to a screen in the wall and turned it on to a news report being given by a woman standing next to edge of the road. “Police recovered a gray 2007 pickup truck from a ravine off Highway 2178 also known as Kepler’s Road early this morning. Investigators believe that the truck was traveling from the city when it came around the curve and lost control, plummeting over 500 feet into the wilderness ravine off Kepler’s Road. The velocity of the vehicle on impact caused it to ignite and catch fire, no other vehicles were involved. One passenger is believed to have perished in the accident, 27 year-old and Thompson High School teacher, Tyler Lyman. Mr. Lyman was believed to have been traveling from the city back to his hometown of Calverton when he lost control of the vehicle and descended into the ravine. Investigators do not suspect any foul play saying, this is simply a tragic accident. Along with his parents and one younger brother, Mr. Lyman leaves behind a fiancé. They were planning to get married later this year. The remains of the body will be released by the Coroner’s office to the family later this week.” Brennan turned the screen off and turned his attention back to Tyler, who was still standing in the same spot white as a ghost with tears streaming down his face.
“As I said your old life is gone, no one will come looking for you, no police, no escape.” Said Brennan, reassuring what he had said was true.
“How?” asked Tyler in a weak and cracking voice.
“This isn’t our first time Tyler. I assure you to the world you are dead. The body recovered was some drifter that Sean had picked up and drugged before he got to the Roadhouse. We put his passed out ass in your truck and sent it over the bluff, but not before filling it with gas and setting it on fire, to be sure that if anything was recovered no would be able to identify that the body wasn’t yours.” Brennan explained.
“What do you want from me?” Tyler asked, shaking his head in disbelief after Brennan’s revelation to him.
“Tyler I want you to serve me and be happy.” Brennan said, trying to sooth Tyler, “that life, that miniscule job, girl, and back and forth, back and forth to work, that’s not you. You were meant for so much more. The Shane saw you and got to know you and the boring, worthless life you were leading, when he told me about it, I knew, that you had a better purpose, a greater purpose than that.”
“I liked my life just fine.” Tyler countered.
“But you weren’t happy, were you? You were tired, too ‘predictable’, as Shane put it. Now you will learn that your purpose is to serve me. You will be my loving, obedient slave and I your Master.” Brennan said, sitting down on the stool, continuing to smoke his cigar. Tyler turned his head away, how could this guy that he thought was his friend at the Roadhouse have done this to him, just to get him to be a gay sex slave. How could he have been so used, tricked. Tyler felt so stupid and like a complete jackass.
“It won’t work, I’m not gay. You can’t force me to be something I’m not.” Tyler stated forcefully. “You can’t make me do it.”
“No, I can’t, but that doesn’t matter. Once your training is complete you will serve me with willing desire to please only me.” Brennan said, “You have already completed stage one, remember the images…I bet your still thinking about them, desiring them. I know how intoxicating you found them and how they excited and aroused you. You may not think of yourself as gay, but that doesn’t matter, because once the training is complete you will beg to worship me and be my slave. You will beg to suck my cock and fell it inside you.” Tyler could see the images again and hear the words, ‘desire’, ‘pleasure’, ‘crave’ as Brennan described Tyler’s new life to him. “By the looks of things you’ve already begun to ‘rise to the challenge’.” Brennan teased, pointing to Tyler’s cock that had begun to rise, while listening to Brennan and thinking of the men in the images on the screen, “Stage two will begin soon enough.” Brennan left Tyler standing there as he turned and left the room, locking the door behind him. Tyler went back to the cot and sat down starting to think about his parents, Lori, his fiancé, his career and everything else that was gone. It depressed him, but then he began to think of the images and the men and the words on the screens and his cock became erect again. Tyler didn’t know what was happening to him, but he could feel that something inside him was beginning to change.
Tyler was sitting on the cot with his knees pulled up to his chest and his head buried between the two when he heard the locks on the door moving and the creaking sound of it being opened. In walked Sean and Shane in the same leather attire that Tyler was now use to seeing them wear. As Sean sat down on the leather couch and spread his legs open, Shane knelt down in front of him and began rubbing his gloved leather hands up and down the leather pants covering Sean’s legs. Tyler sat there watching the act as he heard the unzipping of Sean’s pants with Shane’s teeth. He watched as Shane reached into Sean’s leather pants and pulled out his cock of about seven inches. Tyler felt a little flushed with embarrassment when Shane engulfed Sean’s entire dick with his mouth. He could hear Sean’s moans of pleasure as Shane began to move his head up and down and all around Sean’s beautiful cock. Tyler felt like a sick perverted voyeur watching the two. Sean began to rub Shane’s back with one hand while the other rested comfortably on the back of his neck. Shane too took advantage of other parts of Sean’s body with his free hands, while one was moving ever so subtly up and down Sean’s muscular torso, the other fondled Sean’s pierced nipples. Each of them were now entangled in deep ecstasy as Sean glanced at Tyler, whose gaze had become fixated on the two men pleasing each other so deeply and passionately.
As Tyler continued to be utter embarrassment and dismay at the sight of Sean and Shane, he couldn’t turn his eyes away from the sight. Two men engaged in deep erotic pleasure of each other, as he watched the images and words from the training session came back and Tyler began to become aroused. His cock became erect watching Sean and Shane and thinking of the words, ‘desire’, ‘crave’, ‘fantasy’, ‘erotic’, ‘pleasure’, Tyler sat up on the cot and placed his feet on the concrete floor. He found his bound hands moving down toward his cock. The sight of the two leather slaves, and the words that were seared him into his mind during his training session had entranced him. He began to slowly stroke his cock and noticed that Sean was still looking at him. Sean gave a little, ‘there ya go’ smile toward Tyler as he looked down at Shane as he continued to suck his cock as though he were trying to suck the last little drop from an empty bottle. Sean and Shane’s motions began to quicken, as did Tyler’s stroking of his own cock, he quickly spit on it to make his shackled hands slide over it more smoothly as he heard Sean near climax. Sean grabbed the back of Shane’s head with both hands and began to assist in moving Shane’s mouth up and down on his cock faster. Tyler’s pace quickened on his own cock as he remembered the word, ‘need’, he needed to come. He saw Sean thrust his hips upward with one final moan as he shot his load into Shane’s mouth and upon watching Sean shoot his cum in Shane’s mouth, Tyler’s dick jerked out and sprayed his own cum on the concrete floor of his cage. Sean had witnessed Tyler’s ejaculation and grinned at him approvingly as Shane licked the last drops of cum from Sean’s cock and swallowed. Shane turned and looked at Tyler and offered a smile. “Good slave.” Sean said getting up from the couch and approaching the side of the cage closest to Tyler’s cot, “Master will be very pleased with you.” Tyler just sat there; sweat running down his forehead from the intense erotic sensations that had taken place. Shane returned from a shelf on the wall with two nice cigars, he lit one and handed it to Sean. He lit the other and handed through the cage to Tyler.
“Here, it’s okay. You earned it.” Shane said, referring to the load Tyler had just shot. Tyler got off the cot and walked over to the two of them, he could hear the chain locked to his ankle restraints dragging the floor. Tyler took the cigar from Shane and took a drag, inhaling the smoke deep into his lungs and exhaling in what seemed to Sean and Shane to be pure satisfaction. “As long as you don’t try anything stupid, I can unlock those for ya.” Shane said indicating to the padlock that held the rings on his leather wristbands together.
“Thank you.” Tyler said, as Shane produced a key and removed the padlock.
Sean moved behind Shane and put his arm around him, moving the cigar from his mouth to Shane’s, “Were proud of you Tyler, you accepted stage two much more easily than we or Master imagined.” Sean said as he removed the cigar from Shane’s mouth and placed it back between his teeth.
“It’s going to be really great having you as our brother slave.” Shane said, exhaling the smoke from deep inside his lungs. “Master was so pleased that I recommended you to him. I just know that once your training is complete that Master will be so pleased to have you as his slave.”
“You recommended me?” Tyler asked, taking another draw from his cigar.
“I had seen you in there so many times complaining about your travel home and your students, your parents, how your fiancé didn’t like you smoking and how nervous you were about getting married. You told me you didn’t know if it was right. I knew your place was with my Master and you deserved a new life. One where all you have to do is serve, obey and worship and all the pleasures of your life are fulfilled.” Shane explained to Tyler.
“I don’t know whether to thank you or hate your guts.” Tyler replied, taking one last draw from his cigar before tossing it down the drain in the floor of his cage.
“Oh, you WILL be thanking me!” Shane exclaimed as he and Sean left the room and locked the door.
Tyler returned to his cot and sat there, some time later he was brought a bottle of water by Sean who didn’t speak, only passed it to him through the bars and then left. Tyler knew he couldn’t resist much more. According to Sean and Shane he’d aced stage two, even though, he didn’t even know that was stage two. What kind of chance did he have and with everyone believing him dead and no hope, maybe he should just give in instead of beating himself up trying to resist. But maybe there was still hope yet, if he could hold on to his sanity and who he was long enough and wait his time patiently, surely an opportunity would present itself. Tyler sat laid down on the cot and began to think about how his opportunity might manifest and then his thoughts once again floated back to the words and images and his cock became hard again. He reached down to touch it and memories of Sean and Shane’s passionate sexual display aroused him further. Tyler continued to lie there and service himself, thinking of Sean and Shane and ever so often a glimpse of Brennan in his leather uniform would manifest in the back of his mind with the words, ‘crave’, ‘desire’. Tyler felt the warm sensation rising in him until he erupted on the cot with a blast of cum. He shook his head and cleared his mind and lay there thinking about his last two sessions until he heard the door unlock. He sat up on the cot and covered his cum stains with the thin sheet. He then walked to the door of the cage and stood there as Shane and Sean entered followed by Brennan. “I heard stage two of your training was very productive my slave.” Brennan stated, “I understand things are progressing so fabulously well. So, let’s see how much of the old Tyler will be left after stage three.” Brennan smiled, turned and walking to the door, commanded his two slaves, “Bring him!”

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