## The Mad Scientist M/M

Post by dfl274 » Sat Apr 20, 2013 9:18 am

Hello guys. This is my first time posting to the forum but I've been reading it for a while. I figured I'd give a shot at writing a story. I hope you like it.
The Mad Scientist
I had been watching his house for weeks. This secluded part of the neighborhood seemed like a perfect spot for a little smash and grab. There was hardly any traffic and almost no street lights. At night it was nearly pitch black. The house was at the end of a winding road, surrounded by trees. It seemed almost abandoned but I noticed a large van pull up same time each morning and then leave by 8pm. The rest of the time the house was silent and dark.
It was an older man, maybe in his 50s or late 40s. It was hard to tell from across the street. He would pull up in his van, unload boxes and all kinds of odd objects. It looked like construction equipment. I figured he must be remodeling the house. Perfect! There could be thousands of dollars worth of tools and machines in there!
I planned it out. 8pm, friday evening. I had put on my black wetsuit in the trees. It covered my whole body up to my wrists and ankles and neck. That way once I put on my neoprene surfing gloves and boots there wasn't any flesh at all showing. Sure it looked a little odd but it was tight and dark. I once almost got busted when I knocked over a vase with my jacket when I hit another house. I'll never make that mistake again. I slipped a tight black ski-mask over my head and waited in the trees across the street from the house. Just like clockwork the van was parked in the driveway and sure enough, the man soon emerged from the house with a small box under his arm. He locked the door, got in the van and drove off. I waited another 30 minutes just to make sure he didn't forget something and come back. It was completely dark and silent. Here we go!
My body tensed up with excitement. It always did when I was about to do a job. I cautiously, but quickly crept up to the house. It looked dark inside. I tried peaking thru the windows but couldn't see much. My body felt tingling all over with the expectation of all the stuff I'd find in there. I did a quick case around the perimeter of the house. All clear. Then I picked my spot. A back door, looked like it opened into a kitchen. Slowly and as quietly as I could I checked the lock on the door. Not even dead-bolted, what a moron. Its like he was asking me to rob the place.
The lock wasn't much of an obstacle and I thought this is too good to be true! It clicked open and I slipped in the door. I set my backpack down in front of the door. That way it would fall over if someone came in alerting me and giving me some time to get out of there. Yup it was the kitchen alright. But it was empty. The counters and cabinets were all bare. No appliances either. Just empty holes where they should be. Damn. I started surveying the other rooms on the ground floor. Nothing. All empty. Not even any furniture! What was he doing with all that equipment!? I had to be in here somewhere.
I darted up to the second floor. The neoprene boots allowed me to move silently thru the house. Again...disappointment. All the rooms were just as empty as the downstairs. I know he didn't carry all that stuff out of here each night so it had to be in here somewhere! I went back down stairs and just stood in the hallway to the front door slowly looking around. A HA! A small door tucked in the corner. I slowly and carefully opened the door just a small bit and waiting for my eyes to adjust to the even darker light. There was a staircase going down. All I could see was a very faint dim light coming from somewhere down there.
I crept down the stairs very slowly straining with each step to make sure I didn't miss a stair. I stood on the stairs and peaked over the railing. It was a room filled with all kinds of strange equipment and softly blinking lights. It was still hard to make anything out because there were no lights on, just dim switches it looked like. Jackpot! It looked like computer equipment and other electronics. Oh man I'm gonna be set I said to myself.
My excitement got the better of me and I started going down the stairs not really paying attention. As I stepped off the final stair, I heard a *CLICK!*. Oh shit. The next few minutes happened in a blur. A metal, well cage I guess you'd call it suddenly descended from the ceiling. It was a square box with steel poles. It happened so fast I didn't even have time to react!
What kind of security system is this!? I started pulling at the bars trying to find a weak spot. Nothing. My muscles strained trying to lift the cage but it was like it locked itself to the floor. Suddenly a light flashed on some kind of computer screen in the room beyond. It was bright and blinded me for a minute.
Then things when from bad to worse. I heard the sound of metal clicking and what sounded like a a motor starting up. A spot light turned on over my head and a giant metal circle started descending from the ceiling of the cage. It was spinning around like a hoola-hoop forcing me to stand in the center of the cage or it would hit me. The circle then dropped to the floor right at my feet. It stopped for a second, made a clicking noise and starting spinning very quickly. Then what looked like a strip of wide, thick, shiny electrical tape shot out and grabbed my ankle. I panicked for a second but a second was all I had! The circle spun around and around winding the tape around my ankles so tightly I had to use all my strength just to keep from falling over!
Another click and the circle starting rising slowly, the tape winding very tightly around me. It was spinning so fast I could hardly see it. It was like a blur. So slowly it moved up but spun so quickly around me that it kinda made me dizzy! First my ankles, then my calves, my knees my thighs! It just kept creeping higher and higher and there was nothing i could do! I panicked! I had to get out I started banging on the cage and screaming.
As it reached my waist it suddenly stopped wrapping. Then it began to rise. Thank goodness I said to myself. I've got to get the hell out of this psycho house! Just as it got to my shoulders it stopped. And my heart stopped beating with it. The spinning cranked up again and I went oh no. A strand of tape attached itself to my shoulder and started wrapping again! My arms were pinned to my sides as it kept moving down wrapping my shoulders, my chest, my stomach. All the way down to my waist. Everything from my shoulders down now looked like a shiny, slick black worm!
I kept yelling. I don't know why as if this insane machine could hear me. I pleaded for it to stop. And for a second I thought it did hear me because again it stopped and started rising again. But as it approached my shoulders it stopped and started wrapping once more. This time my shoulders disappeared. The circle tilted slightly to one side and wrapped my shoulders to my neck. It titled in the opposite direction and wrapped my other shoulder to my neck.
I can't believe this thing! It's completely encasing me! There was absolutely nothing I could do except wriggle and shout. It then started wrapping my neck and I really panicked. I could feel tears coming down my cheeks as I begged and pleaded with the machine to stop. But it just kept on doing its thing without any feeling towards me. My neck, my chin, my mouth was then covered. I shouted muffled cries as it covered my mouth so tightly I felt like the skin was bulging out.
I thought this is it, I'm going to die. Its going to cover my nose and I'll suffocate. But by some miracle, it covered my nose but left my nostrils open so I could still breath. It just kept going higher and higher my cheeks, my eyes. But it left a slight part in my eyes so I could still see a tiny bit. Thank god I wore this ski mask! Once it reached the top of my head it stopped. I heard more gears switching and motors revving up. I squirmed and shouted muffled cries. I must have looked ridiculous. Like some giant black maggot squirming around and making muffled grunts and groans. But I was so scared I didn't care. Tears dripped down the shiny black tape sealing my body. Then I felt a tug at the top of my head and realized oh no ITS COMING BACK DOWN!
Another layer this time faster and tighter than before. From the top of my head it worked its way down covering everything again with a tight shiny layer of black tape. As it reached my ankles I lost my balance and fell backwards on my heels against the side of the cage. That didn't stop the machine. It continued wrapping but now because of my angle it started wrapping my feet right over my boots. I feel the tugging against my feet give way and motors turn off. It was silent. The machine stopped.
The cage started rattling and I felt myself falling backwards to the floor. I landed on my back with a thud but all that tape covering me absorbed most of the impact. I watched thru the slit covering my eyes as the cage retracted and the spot light turned off.
There I was laying on the floor in the dark silent house. Completely cocooned in tight shiny black tape from the top of my head all the way down to my toes. My body felt completely rigid as the tape squeezed all around me. I squirmed as hard as I could, shouted as loud as I could but all that came out was muffled grunts and barely recognizable wriggles.
I don't know how long I stayed like that until i wore myself out. The wetsuit covered with tape was building up heat with each movement so I stopped trying to catch my breath as much as my nostrils could take in. Trapped like an animal all I could do was wait for the guy to come and find me there. What kind of freak sets up a burglar alarm like this!? Now I was afraid for what this lunatic might do to me when he finds me! Slowly, agonizingly...I fell asleep. Not having a clue what was in store for me the next morning.

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Post by xtc » Sat Apr 20, 2013 12:32 pm

A well-written start. Other than a few typos and the American spelligs, (Had to get that in.) your English is commendable. It makes the writing, evn though used in a fantasy setting, very easy to follow.
Welcome and thanks for joining us.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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Post by mikeybound » Sat Apr 20, 2013 3:45 pm

I'd have to be a grammar Nazi to complain about the mistakes, and I can't wait for the rest!

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Post by PowerRanger » Sat Apr 20, 2013 4:04 pm

I like the wetsuit setting. Always turns me on.
And this sound like a wild sci-fi story, very very cool. Keep up the great work.

### Re: The Mad Scientist M/M

Post by dfl274 » Sat Apr 20, 2013 4:07 pm

Thanks. Here's the next part.
When I awoke it was to the feeling of weightlessness. My body was being lifted off the floor. I couldn't see much except whatever was directly above me. The slit in the tape over my eyes didn't leave much field of vision and the tightly wound tape made moving my head almost impossible. My brain finally awoke from its slumber and I realized that the man with the van must have returned. I started shouting but nothing escaped the tape except barely audible mumbles. I started fighting to get out of this tape prison but all I could manage was some pathetic wriggling. I couldn't hear much either, the tape over my ears reduced any outside sounds to inaudible muffles.
Suddenly a bright light was shining right into my eyes and I felt myself being lowered onto something solid. I laid there trying to plead with whomever it was that was in the room with me. They either didn't understand my grunts and groans or they didn't care. I assumed it was the latter. I had been sealed in this tight prison for so long my body ached and I felt an overwhelming feeling of claustrophobia come over me. I started yelling and fighting to get out again.
At that point a face appeared in-front of my eyes. I couldn't make out any features because of the bright light behind it. A firm hand pressed against my chest holding me down slightly, another hand gently rubbed my face. The figure leaned in close and a deep male voice spoke to me loudly enough so I could hear thru the tape.
"Shhh, just settle down now, kid. You'll be alright so long as you don't put up a fuss" he said. I saw a flash of metal and fingers and suddenly the tape covering my eyes was removed, but that was it. The rest of my body was firmly and tightly cocooned. I blinked trying to focus my vision but the light over head was blinding me. He must have noticed this because he pushed the light to the side and then my eyes began to focus.
Yep, just as I thought it was the man with the van. He appeared to be in his late 40s. His face had masculine features slightly weathered either by age or activity. His short brown hair lightly dusted with gray. In a different situation I'd find him handsome but right now he was the enemy and I was afraid of him. I was so helpless and scared. He could slit my throat or pinch my nose closed and suffocate me. There would be nothing I could do about it. He must have noticed the fear in my eyes because his voice became gentle and he caressed my face again the same way someone would pet a nervous dog.
"There, that better?" he said to me. I relaxed just a little. He got up and moved behind me. I could hear clicking, like someone typing on a keyboard and then his voice again.
"Well now, this must be an odd turn of events for you." he said. "You thought you would rob me blind, didn't you? Although I guess I should thank you. You managed to test out my automatic restraining machine. It worked very well I think, don't you?"
I tried to mumble a reply and squirmed a little.
"I'll take that as a yes." he continued. "You picked the wrong house to rob, I'm afraid. Fit, young man like yourself should find something more productive to do with your time. We all make decisions in life and have to suffer the consequences. You certainly made yours."
I became unnerved by that last statement. I suddenly grew very still. A wave of fear passed over me and although the cocoon was tight and hot, I felt a chill. He reappeared in-front of me with a devilish grin on his face. His hands rubbing slowly against my face and then down my body.
"I have particular fetishes, some may call disturbing" he cooed at me, his hands gently exploring my worm wrapped body. "I was also blessed with a keen intellect. It makes for a fascinating combination. I find that not many share my tastes so I am developing a means to correct that problem. And you get to be my first test subject". Test subject...the words felt like daggers going into my spine. Dear god what have I gotten myself into!? I tried to fight again but he just laughed and gently patted my head.
"Don't waste your strength. You aren't getting out of that on your own" he said menacingly. "You see young man..." he continued again walking out of my field of vision, "while you were watching me, or more specifically my house, I was watching you. I liked what I saw." Again he walked away from me but this time he went over to a darkened corner. My eyes followed him as far as they could go without being able to move my head. It was then I realized there was another person in the room.
Standing in the corner was a young man. Aside from boxer-briefs he wore, he was naked. He was tall, with cropped dark hair and an incredibly well built body. Too well built in fact. It looked...perfect. Every muscle was chiseled. His face looked as if it was carved out of granite. It must have taken an enormous amount of work to look like that, so much that I doubt many people could do it. Something was off about him. He just stood there in the corner, looking at nothing in particular. A blank look was on his face and his mouth was slightly parted. If I didn't know better I'd say he was asleep with his eyes open. The doctor approached him and said something to him I couldn't make out. The young guy instantly sprang to life and approached me. He didn't even acknowledge me as he approached, he just started feeling my body up and down especially my crotch.
I squirmed in terror. This guy was feeling me up and grabbing his own crotch in the process! My mind screamed...I have to get out of this freak house! I wriggled and groaned but the guy wouldn't stop. His eyes looked right thru me like I wasn't even there. I heard the doctor's voice laughing behind me.
"Thats enough, Derek." the doctor said. The young man immediately stopped, looking frozen in place. "We don't want to frighten our guest too much do we?" he asked of "derek". There was no response. "Alright, lets get started." the doctor continued. Again I was hit with a wave of fear and wriggled on the table like a fish out of water. They both ignored me as Derek reached under the table and pulled up heavy leather straps. He began buckling them all over my body. One at my ankles, another at my thighs, a third at my waist, a forth strap around my chest, a 5th strap that went right over my mouth and the final strap that went over my forehead. He pulled them very tightly so that whatever sad little movements my cocoon allowed me were now all but impossible as I was tightly strapped down to the table.
Derek stepped away. The Doctor said something inaudible to him and Derek returned holding what looked like swimming goggles. Only these were blacked out and had a wire connected to them. He approached to put them over my eyes and I tried as hard as I could to move away but managed nothing. The goggles were secured over my eyes and everything went dark. I screamed, I squirmed. If there was a response from either of them, I couldn't tell. I felt pressure on my ears, like something being placed over them.
I felt more pressure over my crotch like something heavy being strapped to it over the tape. Then I heard the doctor's voice booming in my ears. "Hold on young man, you're in for a ride and if everything goes well, I'll have a new toy to play with."
Suddenly the goggles sprang to life and I began seeing images flash before me. Too fast for me to make out what they were. Then I heard a strange buzzing noise in my ears along with words being spoken by a male voice. Words like "desire" "restraint" "pleasure" "ropes" "leather" "boots", over and over they echoed with the images flashing in my eyes. I tried to close my eyes but found out that the tape was forcing my eyelids open.
Then I felt a pinch in my arm and suddenly a wave of relaxation poured over me. I felt like I was sinking into the table. The world seemed to slow down. The images were now becoming recognizable. They were pictures of men, all of them were tied up either with rope or wrapped up in tape. All gagged. There were hundreds of them passing in-front of my eyes. Like pictures you'd find on a porno website. Most of them wearing leather or boots or both. It was disgusting but I couldn't look away. My head became heavy, my body felt like it was weighed down.
I don't know how long this went on for but I must have blacked out at some point because the next thing I remember was waking up in my bedroom in my apartment. I sat up in bed with a start. I was wearing only my underwear. My wetsuit and other gear was lying on the floor next to my bed. The back pack I brought with me was resting next to the door of the bedroom.
"Was that all a dream? Maybe I got stoned or something?" I couldn't remember. My head was foggy like I just came down from a high. I jumped out of bed and looked in the backpack. It was filled with all kinds of things I obviously must have taken from the house.
"OMG, score!" I said to myself. It must have been a dream. Had to be. I grabbed the backpack and went into the living room. I turned on the TV and threw myself down on the couch. Going thru the backpack I discovered all kinds of expensive items I could easily fence. Jewelry, watches, some electronic gadgets like an ipad and a camera. Down at the bottom I found the jackpot! I rolled up wad of hundred dollar bills! 1500 dollars to be exact! I jumped out of my seat and howled! Yeah buddy! HAHA!
With a grin I went in to the bathroom and took a shower, dreaming of all the stuff I was going to buy. I was drying myself off when I walked into the bedroom to change my clothes. I was going thru my closet, then my dresser, then even the pile of dirty laundry in the corner. Nothing felt...right. These clothes didn't feel right. I couldn't figure out why. I never had a problem before. But to hell with it, I was rich! Time to go shopping! I put on a random t-shirt, jeans and sneaks, grabbed my keys and the money and walked out the door.
Store after store I went to. But I couldn't get anything. Looking at all these fancy designer clothes but I didn't want anything. I couldn't understand...this is what I wanted. This is why I robbed houses. Why wouldn't I buy anything? I kept driving around town, my frustration building with each store I went in to. Finally I wound up down by the tracks where some of the sleazier stores were. All of a sudden my eyes opened wide and I slammed on the brakes of my car, the guy behind me almost hitting me.
There it was! Just what I was looking for. In the window was a mannequin wearing an all leather uniform. Like a cop's uniform only entirely made out of leather. Thats it. Thats what I want! Wait a minute...no I don't. Why would I want to walk around in that freaky gear!? Even as I debated myself I still, almost unconsciously, pulled into the lot, parked and got out of the car. I stood there staring at that mannequin. I couldn't take my eyes off it. The tall black boots, the pants, long-sleeved shirt, the gloves the belt. All of it polished with a nice black shine. I wanted it. I wanted it bad. No wait...no I don't. I'm not into this crap. I'm not even gay. What the hell is wrong with me!?
Even as I fought this war in my brain I still walked into the store. It was some kind of s&m store, obviously geared for gay men. Standing by the counter were 3 jacked muscle guys wearing black t-shirts with the store's logo on it, black leather jeans and boots. They turned and looked at me as I walked in, their eyes staring me down hungrily. The tallest of the 3 walked up to me, with his bulging arms and 5 o'clock shadow. I couldn't take my eyes of his jeans, glistening as he walked.
"What can I do you for, boss?" he said with a sly grin. My brain screamed, get out of here! What do you think you are doing? This is insane! But my mouth said "That uniform in the window, I want it."
"The whole thing? All of it?" he asked. I just nodded in reply. "Thats expensive, kid. That leather is high grade." I reached into my pocket and pulled out the wad of money and showed it to him.
"Is that enough?" I said meekly.
"Sure is, kid." was his reply with another devilish grin. He put his arm around my shoulders, "lets get you geared up".
I stood there in the dressing room staring at myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe what I saw. I was wearing a cop uniform but entirely made out of black leather. I had it all, shirt, pants, gloves, belt, boots, a leather tie and even a leather ball cap. It was tight as hell, almost skin tight. And I think I enjoyed that most of all. It even had a badge and patches like the cops have except these had some perverted messages on them about being some kind of bondage boy. I didn't care. I didn't even really pay attention I was transfixed...and I don't know why. This is not me. This isn't my thing. Why am I doing this?
I stepped out of the dressing room and my muscled clerk was standing there leaning against a rack. His lips pursed and he stood up straight eyeing me up and down.
"Damn kid. You wear that real good." he said with a whistle. The 2 other clerks smiled and nodded in agreement. I was disgusted by their reaction to me but I didn't care, I wanted this outfit. I needed it.
"I'll take it." I said almost robotically.
"Sure sure.." the clerk replied. "Go on and get changed, we'll wrap it up for you."
"No. I want to wear it now." I said, yes...I wanted to wear it..all time. No...no. Thats stupid. I'll look like a fool walking around like this.
"You sure? What about your clothes?" the clerk asked.
"I don't care. I don't need them anymore." I mumbled back to him. He glanced over at his 2 friends, shrugged and started walking towards the register.
"Alright kid, whatever you say." he said. As he moved away I looked across the store and saw hanging on the wall coils and coils of rope. All neatly wrapped up and held together with a price tag. Along with that all kinds of various gags, all hanging neatly arranged. Suddenly it felt like I was struck my lightening. This overwhelming desire poured over me. I darted over to the wall and grabbed as many coils of rope as I could and dumped them at the register.
"Tie me up!" I hollered. I couldn't believe the words were coming out of my mouth. The 3 guys looked at each other and then at me.
"What did you say?" was the clerk's stunned response.
"Please!" I pleaded. "Tie me up as tight as you can! I have to be tied up!" My mind was racing, I felt like I was watching someone else in my own body. But the urge was overwhelming. The 3 guys all looked at each other then at me and grinned. The tallest clerk walked over to me, coil of rope in hand and guided me to the back of the store. The other 2 followed, there hands also filled with coils of rope.
As soon as we stepped into the storeroom, they pounced on me like lions. One pulled my arms back and started tying my wrists, another was tying my chest and arms, a third was tying my booted feet and legs. From the moment that first coil of rope wrapped its way around me I was in another world. My mind felt like it left my body. Sparks of desire were shooting up and down from head to my toes.
"Tighter! Please! Tie me up as tight as you can!" i moaned to them. Coil after coil snaked its way around my body from my shoulders to my ankles. I looked like a fly trapped in a spiders web. The tighter they made it, the more my body reacted. I was on fire, writhing underneath their firm hands and the tight coils of rope holding me, binding me, caressing me. I didn't know who I was anymore...worst of all I didn't care.
"Gag me..." I whimpered to them. "Tightly". One of them disappeared while the other 2 finished using what must have been a mile of rope bound tightly all over my body. I felt their hands grabbing at my hardon and my ass. I didn't care. I wanted this, I needed this! My body was grinding underneath their touch and the touch of the ropes.
The other returned, walked behind me and held a leather gag infront of my face with a large leather plug and stuffed it in my mouth. As he tightened the straps behind my head I felt my knees buckle and I fell to the floor. I whimpered, I moaned, my body moving rhythmically to the waves of pleasure washing over me. The 3 guys were watching me in stunned silence. I fell to the floor writhing in absolute pleasure. I had no control over the feelings pouring over me. All I could do was go with it.
I looked around and saw myself surrounded by shiny black leather boots. I was bound so tightly the sound of the leather creaking under the ropes was overwhelming. I rubbed my face against the first boot I saw. Then up higher and higher, pressing my gagged mouth against his leg, savoring the smell of that leather. I managed to get myself up onto my knees. Then I pressed myself against his leg rubbing myself up and down like a dog in heat. Until I felt my body explode. A kind of orgasm I have never had in my life to this point. It was like pure ecstasy shooting thru my veins, like electricity.
I collapsed in a heap on the floor. But my mind was still lost in pleasure. I writhed about on the floor wanting more but by body couldn't provide it. The clerk stepped down and removed my gag but I hollered at him.
"No, please don't ungag me. Don't untie me! I can't ever be untied. EVER!" I yelled insanely. The clerk stuffed the gag back in and buckled it tight. The 3 guys looked at each other and sat down in some chairs that were in the room. I was lying at their feet still slithering about on the floor, oblivious.
"Dude what is up with this kid?" one of them asked.
"I don't know, but its kinda hot." said another.
"Yeah it is but what do we do?" said the clerk.
"Make him a pet or something." one of them said and laughed.
"Well we can't keep him tied up forever. We need to find out where he's from." said the clerk.
"Alright alright, we will. But that doesn't mean we can't have some fun first." another replied with a grin. "Get that sleep sack and some tape dude."
The last part was all my mind registered. And another wave of pleasure started racking my body. With each pass I felt my mind, the real me, slipping away and being replaced by this...thing. I didn't know why, I didn't care. I just wanted more.

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Post by mikeybound » Sat Apr 20, 2013 10:19 pm

Fuck that's hot. Hoping to see breath play and edging.

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Post by Jack Roper » Sun Apr 21, 2013 1:11 pm

Your story has a very unusual slant to it and the writing is excellent. Very hot indeed. Please add more, when you have the urge.

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Post by dfl274 » Mon Apr 22, 2013 11:10 am

Thanks much! I have some ideas on where I want to send my victim next. I just have to get it to fit. As far as "forbidden" fantasies go, I always had this thing about some straight dude being put on remote control. I think that's devilishly erotic.

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Post by tiednw » Mon Apr 22, 2013 2:58 pm

Wow, it is one of the best stories ever!

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Post by Scottstud94 » Mon Apr 22, 2013 6:13 pm

Different. In a good way!

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Post by Mummyboi » Mon Apr 22, 2013 6:37 pm

Excellent story .... please continue ... reminds me of a Jack Roper story... Bravo

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Post by dfl274 » Mon Apr 22, 2013 8:55 pm

Ok! Here's the next part:
The last few weeks had been the best of my life so far. I got enough money from that last job at the creepy house that I was able to pay off all my bills and not worry about anything for a few months at least. I even got some extra cash someone mailed to me by mistake. I figured it had to have been a mistake because I came home one day and someone slipped a manila envelope under my door. When I opened it I found 500 dollars inside!
My luck was on fire! I got a little restless sitting around so I used some of the extra money to buy a gym membership. Impulse buy for sure. I kept myself in shape but I never had the desire to go to a gym until recently. Now I found myself hooked. I wanted to go everyday and keep going even after my body wore out. I guess this was what all those jocks talked about when they said they were addicted to exercise.
Things were going so good for me but I had this nagging feeling in the back of my brain. That feeling of when you know you forgot something important and you were trying to remember what it was. There were still those 2 bizarre days where I couldn't remember anything of what happened. I couldn't remember where I was or what I did. If I thought about it long enough I'd start to drive myself crazy so I just went to the gym to take my mind off of it.
I found myself enjoying staring in the mirror at my body transforming. I bought some of those super-tight clothes that the gym rats wore. I always thought those guys looked ridiculous wearing skin tight shorts and shirts, but now…seeing how my muscles were changing I kinda like it. Seems to strange to think about that not all that long ago I would spend most of my time when I wasn't stealing something that I was just sitting around my apartment drinking beers and watching tv. Now I'm like some exercise freak. Funny how life changes like that.
I met some girl at the gym. I enjoyed watching her eye me down every time I came in. She'd look at me in the mirror and then quickly look away with a nervous giggle and hair flip. She had a banging body, giant boobs and hardly any IQ. Perfect. I pretty much nailed her anytime I felt like it. After a few days though, I called it off. Something was missing. I wasn't sure what but I was looking for something and she didn't have it. Kinda nuts to think about. Not that long ago I would have done anything to get a girl like that in bed. Oh well, I thought. I had me to think about, and damn I was looking good.
One night I came home sweaty and worn out from another marathon session at the gym and found another surprise waiting for me. I opened the door to my apartment and there was another manila envelope laying on the floor. I felt butterflies in my stomach. The last envelope had 500 bucks in it, what would this one have?
I quickly tore it open and inside was a DVD in a plastic case. Nothing else. My excitement quickly turned to disappointment. I tossed the DVD on the kitchen counter and jumped in the shower. After cleaning myself up I slipped on some new under armor I just bought. Pants, long sleeve shirt all skin tight to show off my muscles. But to be honest, I didn't do it to show them off to other people but to myself. I liked seeing it, I wasn't really sure why and yeah it was a little creepy. It seemed like this lycra stuff was all I wore anymore. Why not, though? I practically lived in the gym these days. I also put on a pair of ankle socks and my trainers.
I grabbed the DVD, popped it in the player and threw myself on the couch. The disk was unlabeled so it was probably someone's wedding video or something. Although…maybe it had some info on it. You never know…something I could use to hit another house. I hit play and settled back to watch what I was expecting to me some boring couple's honeymoon to Cancun or something.
The video started and it was in black and white with the date and time stamped in the corner. The video was shot over-head, like a camera mounted in a ceiling. I looked a lot like security video. There was no audio. I saw 2 men in some kind of lab. One was standing in the corner of the room, the other was typing away on a computer. In the center of the video was a large black shiny object on a steel table. It was smooth and very large, almost the size of a person. It actually could have been a person because it had what looked like a head but there were no arms or legs. It almost looked like a large worm but it was strapped down to the table with thick leather straps.
The two men walked up to it and started touching it. One man was just about naked the other was wearing a long-sleeve shirt and slacks. They kept touching the black object, running their hands up and down it almost sensually. Then I saw it move. It started wriggling a little and I noticed there was something on the head looking part. It looked like glasses and a light was flashing underneath it.
The naked guy picked up some kind of small square device and placed on the lower middle part of the shiny black worm. The clothed guy then took a needle and stuck it into the worm, injecting it with something. I saw the movements of the worm start to change. It slowed and became less frantic, more…rhythmic. The naked guy turned a knob on the device he placed on it and the worm really started reacting to it. Wriggling slowly, almost rippling under the straps.
What the hell kind of movie was this? Some kind of cheesy horror movie? I couldn't really tell but something about it all seemed very familiar. This scene continued for some time and I started fast forwarding until I got to a point where it they started taking the straps and the glasses off it. The device on the lower part of it was removed. The worm kept moving but it didn't seem like it was trying to get away. It was hard to tell in the video but I swear once they took the glasses off I saw eyes, human eyes.
This was creeping me out. Not just because it was so bizarre but because something about the whole thing resonated with me. Like I had seen this before. As I started feeling myself begin to freak out the video cut out. There was a lot of static and then another video started up.
It was similar to the one before it. A black and white video with no audio, taken from above, like security camera footage. Only this was a small room with lots of boxes stacked up and some folding chairs against a wall. I saw a door open and 4 men enter. They were wearing all black, shiny, like plastic or rubber or leather. 3 of them carried what looked like rope in their hands, a lot of it. The 4th one, who was smaller than the other 3 was not holding any rope but stood with his head bowed so I couldn't see his face.
Once all 4 of them were in the room one of them closed the door and the 3 men holding the rope attacked the smaller guy. They started tying him up very tightly. Wrapping his body up with what looked like miles of rope. The smaller guy did nothing to stop them. He just let them do it. Again my brain was feeling like I saw this before but I couldn't remember at all where. It started driving me crazy.
Then the tied up man fell to his knees. Then to the floor. One of the 3 men who tied him up left the room and returned with what looked like a short, thick black belt. He tied it around the smaller man's mouth and strapped it behind his head. As soon as he did this the smaller man fell to the floor and started writhing around, like he enjoyed it. As he rolled around I finally got a look at his face.
I immediately hit pause on the remote for the DVD player and sat there frozen, staring in shock at the image on the tv. That was…me. No it couldn't be. It was impossible. He just looked like me. I hit the slow forward button and until the video showed the tied up guy's face in a better angle. I jumped out of my seat and knelt right in front of the tv.
"Thats me. What the fuck!? Thats me!" I yelled out loud in disbelief. I jumped up on my feet and started pacing around the room. There's no way in hell. I'd remember if something like that happened to me. My mind was reeling. What was I seeing!? And what was that figure in the first video that…worm…on the table?
"This is insane. This is crazy! What is going on?" was all I kept repeating as I paced around the room in confusion. Then, suddenly, there was a knock at my door. I tensed up and darted over to the tv quickly shutting it off. And ran over to the door.
"Who is it?" I said thru the door like a junkie in the paranoid stage.
"Police, sir. We're looking for a man named Michael Evans" was the gruff reply. I froze. Did they know I robbed that house? Was it about the envelope? My mind starting springing into action going over scenarios and escape plans at lightning speed.
I opened the door a bit and left the chain locked. There was a cop standing out there. Looked like a motorcycle cop, which was a little odd. I don't remember seeing any motorcycle cops in this town.
"Whats this about?" I said thru the crack of the door.
"We just want to ask him some questions. We know he had seen a woman named Leslie Taylor. She's in some trouble and we need some help tracking her down" he replied. A wave of relief passed over me. I mean sure part of me felt bad that dumb bimbo may be in trouble, but shit…thank GOD it wasn't me!
"Sure sure, hang on let me open the door" I said and closed the door, unlocking it and removing the chain. I opened it up and said "come on in." The motorcycle cop stepped in to the room and took a quick glance around with his eyes, I saw him set down a kind of satchel near the door. One that could sit on a motorcycle seat.
"Just you?" I said. He turned and looked at me curiously. "I thought you guys always traveled in pairs?" I asked, closing the door.
"Not always" he replied. "Are you Michael Evans?" he asked unzipping his jacket.
"Yes, sir. What can I do for you?" I swear this cop looked familiar. His face…so angular and chiseled, his body so tight, muscular and tall. He looked like someone I had met before.
The cop reached inside his jacket and pulled out a photo. It was the girl from the gym.
"Do you know this woman?" he asked holding the photo up.
"Yes" I responded, "Thats Leslie. We used to date not that long ago."
"Do you know where she is now?" he asked.
"No. We stopped dating a few weeks ago and I haven't seen her since." I answered. The cops eyes glanced around the room. "Is she in some kind of trouble?" I asked.
"You could say that.." he replied. "We need to ask her some questions and were hoping you could help us track her down. Do you mind if I ask you some questions about her?"
"No not at all" I said, relieved that whatever trouble she was in had nothing to do with me. "Do you want something to drink?" He just shook his head. Again my brain tried clicking something together…so damn familiar! Went to the fridge and grabbed a beer. I motioned the cop to a chair and threw myself on the couch.
"So what do you want to know?" I asked. He unzipped his jacket all the way and sat down in the chair. I noticed that his uniform was very tight. Unusually tight and showed off a rather fit set of muscles underneath. The dress shirt and pants were tan, with a black stripe. His leather gear, the boots, belt, jacket and gloves were all polished. His boots especially had an almost mirror finish to them. It looked like this gear had never been worn before. The colors were strange too, I thought the cops in this town had blue and white uniforms. Maybe this guy was new. But for a new guy he seemed damn familiar.
He proceeded to ask me a bucket list of questions about the girl. Where did she come from, how old she was, what she looked like. Standard kind of stuff. As he asked me questions I found myself gazing at this guy. He was very attractive. And that uniform, it was sparking something inside me. Like trying to start up a car in the cold.
"So you look like someone who spends a lot of time in the gym." he said. The statement threw me off guard. What a strange question to ask. "So do I." he finished.
"Well yeah I can sort of tell that, " I responded slightly confused. He smiled at me and leaned back in the chair, extending his legs out and folding his arms behind his head. He never did take his helmet off. I found myself staring at his boots, I had this sudden urge to do something but I wasn't sure what. He must have noticed my distraction.
"Something wrong?" he asked sternly. I sort of snapped up right away.
"No no, nothing I was just…" I was searching for words nervously, "looking at your uniform. I've never seen any cops around here wearing that. Are you new?"
"Familiar with the local police are you?" he asked inquisitively. I felt a wave of nervous tension build in my throat. The last thing I needed now was to go to jail.
"No not really, I just see you guys around town sometimes and I never saw anyone dressed like that." I stammered. He grinned slightly.
"Yeah you could say I'm new." he answered crossing his ankles, his legs extended as far as they could go. He was getting far too comfortable, and the more comfortable he got the more nervous I got. "You like this uniform? You like my boots?" The question threw me off guard.
"What?" I asked, feeling my heart start to beat and my eyes, constantly going back to his boots.
"Well you can't seem to take your eyes off them." he said rather casually to me. This was taking a very strange turn and I felt myself suddenly wanting him out of here.
"Look officer…Derek?" I said glancing at his name tag. "Are we done 'cause its getting late and I'm tired."
He grinned widely and leaned forward a bit. "Almost…" he nearly whispered and I started to feel a bit light-headed.
"Wait a minute..officer Derek?" I suddenly noticed something strange. "Aren't you supposed to have your last name on that?" Things weren't adding up right here. And that name…Derek…it triggered something deep in my brain. He stood up and zipped up his jacket.
"Normally." he answered. "But for me, its appropriate." He turned and headed towards the door. I stood up, glad to see him leaving. But part of me seemed to not want him to go.
"Alright well if you need anything else just let me know." I said. He didn't answer, he just walked over to the door and locked it then grabbed the satchel he set down on the floor.
"Umm what are you doing?' I asked him sharply and headed over to the door. He stood right in front of me, blocking me and stared into my eyes.
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with, Michael. " he said almost seductively. I found myself staring intently into his eyes, almost getting lost in them and my head was buzzing like I just had a shot of something really strong.
"Uh ok." I groggily replied. He slowly walked me backwards near the chair and set his satchel down on it.
"You look like you've been busy, Michael," he said softly to me, his gloved hand started rubbing my chest. "I'm liking this new look, lycra suits the new you." he said with a wink. I pushed his hand away and turned around from him.
"I think you should leave, sir. I'm not into this." I said to him feeling myself getting nauseous. He stepped right behind me, I could feel his breath on my neck and a part of me really liked it.
"Oh I think you are, Michael. More than you know." he whispered into my ear and I felt like my muscles were going to give out on me and I'd collapse on the floor. He reached into his satchel and pulled something out.
"Just relax.." he continued whispering in my ear behind me "I know what you want, I know what you've been missing all this time." I then felt him gently pulling my hands behind my back. The creaking sound of his leather jacket was soothing in my ears, the feel of his tight leather gloves sent tingles up and down my arms. And the smell…the smell of that leather was intoxicating. I felt something soft wrap around my wrists and realized, he's tying me up.
The realization of what he was doing set off a conflict inside my brain. My first instinct was to resist, to fight and get away…but an even more powerful, deeper urge was telling me to submit. To let him tie me up. The conflict was totally mental, my body was nearly paralyzed. So much sensory input was overloading me…so many conflicting emotions leaving me unable to act.
He continued wrapping the rope around my wrists, snuggly, tightly but not tight enough as to cause discomfort. It was good enough that I wasn't able to get out even if I wanted to, which right now I didn't. The feel of that rope binding my wrists was setting my skin on fire. And I leaned my head back, resting it on his shoulder savoring the waves of electricity that started rolling up and down my body.
One hand he held started running his gloved hand up and down my body from my chest to my stomach. The other hand he started caressing my face and running thru my hair. It was the most sensual and seductive situation I had ever been in. My brain was screaming…this is a MAN. And he's tying me up and he's obviously not a cop. Get out of here…now! But I my body wouldn't answer it. I just rested against him relishing the new triggers of pleasure that were firing inside my nerves faster and faster.
I could feel his body trembling against mine as he reached into his satchel and pulled out another rope. He licked his lips and brought the coil of rope up to my face, rubbing it gently against my cheek.
"This is what you wanted, Michael." he whispered in my ear "Isn't it?" All I could do was nod. My mouth had gone dry my body overwhelmed with the fire in my veins. As he brought the coil of rope down and unravelled it I heard one end of it fall to the floor with a soft thud and felt my heart start pounding in my chest.
Whatever was happening to me was mirrored in my kidnapper. I felt his bulge grow, pressing against the thin lycra fabric covering my backside. He started to wrap the rope around my chest and with each pass making it tighter and more snug but not painfully so. And with each pass the electricity shot thru me, with each pass his hard-on grew harder. For whatever twisted pleasure the tightness of being tied up was giving me, the officer Derek seemed to be getting an equal amount of pleasure at tying me.
I could feel his breathing quicken with each pass of the rope. My own pulse started racing. He pulled out another coil, and another. The satchel seemed to be a bottomless pit of rope. My arms were pulled tightly behind me and cinched together. My already bound wrists tied tightly to the small of my back with a rope around my waist.
My upper body was intricately and expertly bound in beautiful snaking strands of thick, soft white rope. The more he applied, the tighter it became and the more aroused I was with it. He went slowly and methodically. Rubbing his hands over my body, sometimes squeezing me tightly, I relished his leather covered arms embracing me as he tied me up. This was a man, a man was binding me and seducing me, I should be sick but I wasn't. I wanted it. Whatever voice of dissension that was originally in my brain disappeared, consumed by this incredibly powerful feelings of pleasure.
His hands traveled down my sides, over my hips. I felt a strand of rope being held in one hand and his gently caressed my thighs and my ass. As he approached my now engorged member I felt a huge surge of expectation but was greated with a feeling of pleasure so powerful it overwhelmed me. He passed the rope between my thighs connecting one end to the ropes around my waist, passing both ends down on both sides around my penis and scrotum. Then back up pulled tightly inside the crack of my ass. As he tied it off to my wrists I felt the rope sealing my package tightly in the lycra, with the other end of the rope practically raping me it was so tight. I could have fell to the floor in ecstasy at that moment.
He had more plans for me however. He took what remaining rope he had in his bag and tightly tied my legs together. My upper thighs, my lower thighs, my knees above and below, my calves, my ankles. The rope was pressing the lycra against my legs, chest and arms creating such a sensual feeling I never thought possible. It seems as if he had bound ever part of my body save for my head with soft, intricately and beautifully tied rope.
He spun me around and gazed into my eyes. I could see an incredible look of hunger in his eyes. I glanced down and saw his hard-on snaking down the tight breeches he wore. He then pulled me in close. My face savoring the smell and feel of his leather jacket pressed against it. He ran his hands up and down my body squeezing my arms, my ass, my legs with his leather gloves hands.
I was in a state of unparalleled sexual desire. I wanted him to take me, to bind me always and use me. Its all I wanted. All I needed in life. To him it seemed all he wanted was to bind and use me. A match made in heaven. Some twisted, perverted heaven to be sure. But my mind was too overwhelmed to even consider it. Again, I had no idea why or where these feelings were coming from. But with each pass of his hands along my bound body, the tightness of the ropes restraining me, the feelings were completely taking me over.
"Now…" he whispered in my ears, gently pressing his lips against my neck. "the real fun begins". He finished as I felt one hand move up to my mouth and insert a large plugged gag into my mouth and buckle it tightly. The other hand moved down to my tightly roped and lycra encased package. The moment his hand touched, I felt a surge of lightning strike me and I collapsed into his arms groaning in uncontrollable passion, willing, wanting and hoping for whatever he wanted to do to me next.

### Re: The Mad Scientist M/M

Post by Jack Roper » Mon Apr 22, 2013 10:09 pm

All I can say is "Wow"!

### Re: The Mad Scientist M/M

Post by mikeybound » Tue Apr 23, 2013 7:28 am

That was wow indeed! But I don't remember a job being mentioned, and I think you skipped a chapter. Also, it didn't say how he was drugged.

### Re: The Mad Scientist M/M

Post by dfl274 » Tue Apr 23, 2013 7:42 am

> mikeybound wrote:That was wow indeed! But I don't remember a job being mentioned, and I think you skipped a chapter. Also, it didn't say how he was drugged.

He doesn't have a job. He's living off the money he "stole" from The Doctor's house. He's not really drugged...well he's sorta drugged. Tee hee. You'll find out.
What chapter is missing?

### Re: The Mad Scientist M/M

Post by mikeybound » Tue Apr 23, 2013 7:47 am

Ah. I forgot that criminals refer to their crimes as jobs.

### Re: The Mad Scientist M/M

Post by mrtrident178 » Tue Apr 23, 2013 11:21 am

did something happen inbetween?

### Re: The Mad Scientist M/M

Post by dfl274 » Tue Apr 23, 2013 11:58 am

> mrtrident178 wrote:did something happen inbetween?

Nope its all there, so far.

### Re: The Mad Scientist M/M

Post by havok978 » Tue Apr 23, 2013 1:33 pm

The jump is a little rough but I think the idea is that he sorta blacked out during the end of the second chapter, and the next chapter continues some point afterwards. I thought something was missing too, and then when it described the store security camera with the 4 guys in leather, and that there are two days that he seems to have no recollection of, it made a little more sense.

### Re: The Mad Scientist M/M

Post by xtc » Tue Apr 23, 2013 1:49 pm

Come on, folks, give the writer some credit. Just because he hasn't written a serial account doesn't mean he has omitted something. The content is not the sort of thing I normally go for but the narative style is skilled and makes the story intriguing. My plea to the author: please don't pander to those who are not prepared to read carefully, continue to treat your readers as though we are reasonably intelligent.
dfl274,
we are always quick to complain.
our supporters are often slower to express their support.
Write on! (I love puns!)
Oh, by the way; read your posts carefully. I've had to edit this twice already!
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: The Mad Scientist M/M

Post by dfl274 » Tue Apr 23, 2013 2:14 pm

> xtc wrote:Come on, folks, give the writer some credit. Just because he hasn't written a serial account doesn't mean he has omitted something. The content is not the sort of thing I normally go for but the narative style is skilled and makes the story intriguing. My plea to the author: please don't pander to those who are not prepared to read carefully, continue to treat your readers as though we are reasonably intelligent.
> dfl274,
> we are always quick to complain.
> our supporters are often slower to express their support.
> Write on! (I love puns!)
> Oh, by the way; read your posts carefully. I've had to edit this twice already!

Its all good. I don't mind people giving feedback. Especially if its going up in pieces. I know what I plan to do but they don't.
[Edit] Oh btw, you know whats awesome? I'm writing this on a mac in Notes and I have the text to speech read it back to me. Its frikken hilarious hearing the computer read it.

### Re: The Mad Scientist M/M

Post by havok978 » Tue Apr 23, 2013 3:35 pm

I don't know about the other posters, but I'm not complaining about it at all. I'm a sucker for anything that involves mummification . But I saw the other posters wonder if something was missing, and I had that thought at first as well from the way it suddenly jumped to a few weeks later, but I caught on as I read further in and wanted to try to help with the confusion. If it came off as a complaint, it wasn't my intent. I'm definitely not asking for you to pander to anyone or change anything.

### Re: The Mad Scientist M/M

Post by NemesisPrime » Wed Apr 24, 2013 8:17 am

This is a VERY hot tale!
Do continue soon!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

### Re: The Mad Scientist M/M

Post by mikeybound » Mon Sep 01, 2014 11:35 am

Well now I want more