1. Enslaving Robert


    Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Gay Male, Author: klammer, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    only computer and phone in the house was locked up all the time. The only times s*s was ever out of my direct supervision was when I was loaning her out to Steve down the street or when she was busy training Pupsiie. Even then I had video footage showing her activities. Pupsiie! The answer suddenly fell on me like a ton of bricks. I felt incredibly stupid for my error. There was no way in the world Steve was letting s*s hatch plans behind my back. That just left Pupsiie. I was certain that Pupsiie wasn't actually in on it but she did have a computer. God I was stupid! I'd even caught s*s using it. Hell, almost every tape I had of s*s showed her on the computer for at least 15 to 30 minutes each day. Why hadn't I thought to load some kind of key-catcher software on it or at least make s*s turn the monitor so I could see it with the hidden camera? I have no clue if there is an actual rulebook for masters, but if there is then I'm sure I had broken the key rule... I had trusted Linda when she told me what she did on the computer each day. According to her, each day she was just searching for and downloading porn images for the Windows background on Pupsiie's computer. I would bet you top dollar that she wasn't just doing this but was also emailing Uncle Jay. All of this was just speculation and pretty academic at this point. I was in the fucking cage, which is all that mattered right now. I glanced at Grandpa Bob again and noticed he had a bl**dy patch of hair on the back left ...
    side of his head. I couldn't help but chuckle. Bob often used thin rope to tie barbell weights to Jay's ball sac. He would then make Jay crawl around dragging the weight behind him. My guess is that Jay decided to use one of these weights for something else. It served Bob right though. You never turn your back on a slave while they have access to a potential weapon like that. He's damned lucky he didn't get killed. Those weights are pretty heavy. Of course, it could have been a dozen other things Jay used on him. In Bob's defense, I never did give him the whole &#034house slave proofing&#034 lecture. But then, I really didn't give a shit if Uncle Jay killed or captured Bob. However, now that I was in the cage with him I was starting to care. I leaned over Bob to make sure he was actually alive. He was. I checked the wound on his head to make sure it wasn't too bad. The dip shit deserved to die for getting me into this situation. However, him living was in my best interests. If he were to die then Uncle Jay, or whoever captured us, would probably not want any witnesses left behind. Of course, killing both of us might be on the menu anyway; but at least with Bob alive I still had a chance. When I glanced around the room it dawned on me that we were in Uncle David's basement. This surprised me because the cage was one that Bob used with Jay. Bob had two cages for Jay, one in the bedroom and one in the bathroom. This was the bathroom cage. I prayed that he choose this cage because ...
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