Chapter Seven
The next few days passed in pretty much the same for the small family. Each
day, Deacon and Gage would follow a simple routine. Wake, eat, clean the home,
eat dinner, a little playtime for Elaina and Deacon, then bed. If he had
behaved that day, Gage would often be allowed to watch a movie or a TV show
while Elaina and Deacon were in the lower parts of the house. He had yet to
question what they actually did while they were in the basement of her home, but
from the light marks that Deacon often reappeared with he could speculate.
Elaina passed her time in her office, pouring over the case files again and
again, trying to find something, anything that would help to clear Gage's name.
So far she'd crapped out, as the saying went. So it was one night, about a week
after Gage's appearance and attempted kidnapping that she took him into her
office after dinner for a private chat. Deacon, understanding as always, went
off to watch some TV while the two chatted.
As she took him into the office and slid gracefully into the chair, she held a
hand out to the side. Gage, having adapted relatively well to his constant
bondage slid slowly onto his knees. He was learning quickly and had found
himself in the last week enjoying the challenge of having to adapt to the
uselessness of his hands. Having worked construction the majority of his life,
it was an interesting change for him, but both Elaina and Deacon consistently
praised his efforts.
Now though, she gently guided his head down and undid the lock and buckle to the
ball gag, sliding it free from his mouth. Rubbing at a mark on his cheek with
the pad of her thumb, she smiled at him as she spoke softly. "You're doing very
well Gage. I'm proud of the effort you are putting forth." She praised gently.
Brushing his hair out of his eyes, her smile widened as she spoke her next
question. "How are you feeling about all of this?"
He shrugged his wide shoulders and the chains at his wrists gave a slight
rattle. "It's different." He said slowly, unsure of how much he could actually
say. He had yet to learn when she was giving him the free will to speak, but he
was working on it.
She placed a finger under his chin and lifted it to stare into his eyes. "Tell
me." She said as she continued to stroke his hair and forehead.
Almost unconsciously he leaned into her touch with a soft sigh. He'd found that
over the past week he'd really come to enjoy her light, gentle strokes of his
naked body. At first he was very aware that he was completely naked, but as the
days passed and he became more absorbed in his expected duties around her home
he'd found himself forgetting the fact more often than not. It never occurred
to him to be concerned about Deacon's own state of nakedness because nothing had
ever been mentioned about the two of them having to do anything of a sexual
nature together.
Elaina had yet to do more than tease him sexually either. She'd stroke his
manhood with her perfectly manicured fingers, she'd tease along his stomach and
sides with feathery light scrapes of her nails, she'd gently knead his
well-muscled shoulders, or do nothing more than give him a somewhat chaste kiss
on the cheek at bedtime. But all of them he was enjoying immensely.
She settled back into her office chair, crossing her jean clad legs and waited
patiently for him to form what words he needed. "Well...honestly I've never
been in a situation like this." He began then paused as a slight frown marred
his strong features. "I admit to having enjoyed some porn over the years,
but..." he paused again, trying to find the words and Elaina took the cue to
provide them.
"Never anything "kinky"...right?"
Gage slowly nodded, lifting his eyes to hers as he continued to speak. "Right.
Never anything kinky." He reiterated before going on. "I...I find myself
thinking...sometimes...that...well...I'm," he paused, dipping his head away as
his voice dropped, "embarrassed."
Again Elaina took the cue and lifted his chin with a finger to stare into his
eyes. "Embarrassed at what Gage?" she asked bluntly.
He gulped softly and his voice was a weak croak as he answered. "Embarrassed
that I'm enjoying this..."
Elaina leaned in close then and placed a soft kiss on his forehead before
leaning back. "What specifically are you enjoying Gage?" she asked as she
settled in the chair again.
Gage sighed slowly and tried to put his feelings into words. "All of this..."
he shrugged lightly, the chains at his wrists rattling again.
"You...Deacon...being here with the both of you...being able to
forget...about..." His chin lifted and he jerked it toward the wall. "The
outside world..." he finished off softly.
Elaina chuckled that all to knowing chuckle and smiled widely. "So you like not
being in control anymore I take it?"
Again Gage sighed slowly and softly before he spoke. "To a degree, yes Ma'am.
I like the fact that I haven't had a choice but to stay here with you and
Deacon." He said, bringing his eyes back to hers as he spoke his next statement.
"But...but...to be honest Ma'am, I'd really like to be able to use my hands
more..." he said softly, dipping his head again as he made his statement.
In the last week, she'd changed his bondage into something more permanent.
Something that was comfortable in so far that it didn't strain him, but
uncomfortable that it kept his hands cuffed at the small of his back all the
time. She'd given him a collar to wear. Made of leather it was buckled at the
front, with a large D-ring at the back. A chain had been locked to the ring and
run to leather cuffs locked on his wrists. It held them tightly to the small of
his back and while he was free to use his fingers and to a degree his hands, he
had no movement beyond what he could strain to get.
The bands of silver she'd placed on his ankles that first night hadn't been
removed but had been given a chain about four inches long, which allowed him to
move about easily enough. Between his knees was another chain, similar to the
one at his feet, only about two inches, which kept his knees tightly clasped
together. She'd long since removed the rope around his cock and balls, but he
was so sexually frustrated anyway, that even a gentle brush of her fingers
brought him a full-blown hard on.
When he slept at night, she'd wrap the ropes around his upper thighs and calves,
bending his legs together though not uncomfortably, lock his ankles together,
then further impede a chance at masturbation by tying a rope around the chain at
his knees and running it to his collar. The only comfortable position he had;
was to sleep on his side, curled almost into a fetal ball, with his hands still
tightly cuffed behind him.
It didn't help that he'd been sleeping on the floor at the foot of their bed and
could hear them quite well as they had all manner of sex. He could hear
Deacon's frustrated moans, could hear her soft sighs of pleasure, which often
became moans of her own as Deacon pleased her. He could hear their bodies
working together, playing off one another, and more often than not in the last
seven nights he'd fallen asleep with a raging hard on of his own, but no way to
ease it.
As if she read his mind, her next statement stopped him cold. "I think you want
to be able to use your hands so you can masturbate." She said bluntly, though
she stroked his bent head with soft fingers.
His head jerked upwards, his breath coming faster for just a moment before he
managed to get himself under control again. "Yes..." he paused, having to gulp
again. "Please...please Ma'am..." he begged softly. "I'm...I'm...I...I need
it..." he added, shifting his hips slightly as his body conquered with his words
and the beginnings of an erection jerked his manhood off his thighs. He jerked
hard at the chain holding his hands behind him and moaned out a soft whimper as
his eyes pleaded up at her.
She reached out and stroked her nails down his cheek. Smiling into his eyes
with a soft chuckle she spoke slowly, making sure he understood her next words.
"In time Gage I will grant your wish. But for now there is still much that
needs doing where you are concerned. Until that is settled, you will stay as
you are. Do I make myself understood?"
The reality was slow to sink into Gage's mind, but when it did he dropped his
chin to his chest with a dejected sigh. "Yes Ma'am," was the only response he
could give, knowing he had no other choice.
"Good." She said in a pleased tone. "I'm glad we were able to come to an
understanding." She added, softly stroking the side of his head again.
Gage leaned into the touch with a soft, if a bit sad, smile on his lips and
waited for her to say more. When she did, the question shocked him to his very
core.
"Tell me something Gage." She said softly, smiling gently to ease the brutality
of her next statement when he looked up at her again. "What happened that
night." It wasn't a question, but a simple statement of command and he knew he
didn't have a choice other than to answer it as best he could.
"I...I was driving home..." he began slowly, his brow furrowing slightly as he
tried to dredge up the memories that seemed like a lifetime ago now. "I...I
remember passing threw the neighborhood because I'd gotten lost."
"What were you doing before that?" she asked when he paused.
"The...the job we had then...it was on that side of town. After work that
night...me and the boys had gone out to drink." He said with another soft frown.
"We'd...we'd...I'd had to much to drink...and I...I thought to drive home.
I...I should have taken a cab..." he muttered, slumping down with a soft sigh
and dropping his head.
She lifted it and smiled into his eyes in soft understanding. "Yes, you should
have. But that's neither here nor there. Don't beat yourself up for the past
Gage. It's happened and been dealt with." She said caressing his cheek with the
backs of her knuckles. "Go on."
He sighed softly, leaning into her caress, then continued in a much stronger
voice, but not before letting out a long sigh. "As I said...I was drunk and I'd
gotten lost.
"I...I remember thinking as I turned down the street that I liked the name.
Redwood. I've...I've always liked working with wood and...and it reminded me
that I...that I had always meant to start my own business someday." He looked
up at her sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders. "The rambling mind of a drunk
I know...but anyway," he paused again then went on.
"I...I was weaving...bad and I...I slammed into something. A...A parked car I
think, but I didn't stop long enough to find out. I...I just took off. Getting
out of there as fast as I could."
"Which is when Mrs. Jensen claims she saw you, correct?"
He looked up at her with tortured eyes. "I guess so. Like I said...I was drunk
that night, which is why I didn't stop...But that's what she said at the trial.
That she saw me tearing down the street and looked at the clock. She only
remembered the time because one of the local stations was just ending its
broadcast day and the National Anthem is what woke her up. She...she said she
heard my tires squeal and looked out the window to see me go flying by..."
He paused to gulp softly. "The...the next morning, when...when his wife..." he
had to stop, gulping away the tears pooling in his eyes before he could speak
past the lump in his throat. "When...when Sam's wife found him and called the
police, Mrs. Jensen told them what she'd seen." He was finally able to whisper.
Sam Rodriquez had been the name of the poor man that had been so brutally
murdered that night. His body had been found in his apartment. His wife,
unfortunately for Gage, had been so distraught that she hadn't thought about any
evidence that might have been left. Instead she'd rushed in, picked up her
husband and held him, contaminating anything that might have helped to clear
Gage of the awful crime.
Elaina sat back in the chair again, thinking over Gage's words. "How bad was
the damage to your car Gage?" she asked bluntly.
Gage sighed, using a shoulder to wipe away his tears before speaking. "It
wasn't bad enough that I couldn't fix it myself." He said softly. "I...I didn't
even file it against my insurance. It...it only cost me about $400 to
do...so..." He took a deep breath and let it out in a long, drawn out sigh. "I
busted up the front grill of my truck, broke out a headlight and bent the
fender. I...I did most of it myself, but had to order the fender and the a new
grill piece from the dealership, which is why it cost me so much."
"And what did you tell the dealership when you ordered the parts?"
He sighed again, dipping his head in shame. "I...I lied and told them that a
dump truck had backed into me on the site." He said softly. "I...I didn't even
know about Sam back then...I...I..." but he stopped, unable to say anything else
for the tears were choking off his words.
Elaina sat up and pulled him against her chest then, her hands softly roaming up
and down the length of his strong back as he cried for the second time. "Shhhhh
now Gage." She whispered softly. "It's alright. Don't worry; we'll get it
sorted out..." she added in reassurance.
When he finally quieted, she continued to hold him as she asked her next
questions. "Did you tell your lawyer any of this?"
Again he sighed, but made no move to pull out of her arms. "I tried." He began
softly. "But...but he was convinced that...that I did it...so he didn't
listen."
"Why didn't any of the boys you were drinking with that night come forward?" she
asked next, though she thought she already knew the answer.
"I...I don't know. I...I guess because they hated me." He said slowly,
shrugging his shoulders as much as he was allowed. "Or maybe because they were
afraid to get involved..." he added.
She leaned back then, lifting his chin to look into his eyes. "But they could
clear your name Gage. Don't they want to help you?"
Again Gage shrugged slowly, his face crestfallen and dejected as he whispered
out, "I guess not," on a soft breath of air.
Their lips were just inches apart and Gage took the initiative to lean up
slightly and gently, questioningly press his against hers with a soft moan.
Elaina, as was her way, quickly took command of the kiss, plunging her tongue
with commanding force between his slightly opened lips and at long last claiming
him as her own. As she'd done with Deacon in this very spot the week before,
she roved her tongue through every part of his mouth, over his teeth, behind his
teeth, melding and melting with his own until he could scarcely breath.
When she pulled back, tucking his head beneath her chin, Gage gave another hard
jerk at his chained wrists, wanting, no needing to wrap his strong arms around
her. "Please..." he begged in a jerking, choked whisper as he yanked on his
chained wrists a second time. "Please...let me touch you...hold you..." he
pleaded, pulling back to look up at her.
She silenced him with a second, almost chaste kiss on his lips and smiled
softly. "Later Gage." She said, reaching to the desk again to pick up the ball
gag and place it back between his lips. "Right now I need to think about what
you've told me and figure out how it's going to help clear your name." She
stated by way of soft command.
Gage didn't beg this time, didn't whimper to have the gag left out. Instead he
merely opened his mouth acceptingly and bent his head forward so she could strap
it up without fuss. He'd found, as with everything else that he'd endured in
the last week, that he quite liked the reassuring presence of the ball in his
mouth. With it in he didn't have to worry about blurting out the wrong thing at
the wrong time. Nor did he have to worry about being tempted to beg her to ease
the relief in his groin, or Deacon for that matter, as he'd been tempted to do a
time or two in the last few days.
As he leaned forward so she could buckle and lock the gag on, he noted with a
soft groan of frustration that her kiss had been more than enough to bring him a
raging erection again. But she turned away from him before he could indicate
it, though he was quite sure she knew. Rising haltingly to his feet, using the
move Deacon had shown him of rolling back on the balls and using his strong legs
to rise, he shuffled out of her office and went in search of Deacon.
He found the man seated on the couch watching TV. Like Gage he was gagged,
though with a different type this time. He'd heard Elaina refer to it as a
penis gag and having seen it while they ate dinner earlier, Gage was just glad
he didn't have to wear it himself. It was at least eight inches long and two or
three inches thick. From the look on Deacon's face currently it was quite
filling. This particular model, like some of the ball gag's they wore, was
complete with a head harness that covered Deacon's entire head with many straps,
buckles and locks.
Deacon shook his head vehemently, the many locks holding the harness on,
rattling with repeated soft clinks. Like Gage, Deacon's hands were tightly
cuffed behind him, only Deacon's were encased in what Gage had heard Elaina
refer to as an arm binder. Like the penis gag it looked decidedly uncomfortable
to Gage, as it covered Deacon's strong arms almost all the way to his wide
shoulders, with two straps that crossed over his chest to lock to the top in
back, well out of his reach even if he'd been able to use his hands.
He once again wore the hard leather biker shorts that were sewn together in the
legs, ensuring that he couldn't part his legs at all. His ankles had been
locked together as well with only two, strong links between them, ensuring that
most of the day poor Deacon's movements were limited to hops.
As Deacon had appeared that way that morning at breakfast he could only assume
he was used to it and had adapted over time. He'd been meaning to ask Deacon
all day about the reason for the stringent bondage, but he hadn't had the
chance. Because of the limited amount of movement, Gage had had to do most of
the chores around the house that day so there hadn't been time before now.
Over the last week the two men had made a fast friendship, though from Gage's
point of view it was more because of the circumstances than anything else.
Neither of them had been un-gagged long enough in the other's presence to do
much actual talking, so they'd come up with a series of gestures to communicate
when the need arose.
But now was different. So Gage did the next best thing. Rising off the couch
again, he hobbled over to the small desk in the room and shuffled up to a
drawer. He knew that there was paper and a pen there and he used his cuffed
hands to draw out a couple of pieces and hobble back to the couch.
Setting it down on the coffee table, he used the pen and scrawled out one word
on the top piece. "Why?" it said. Turning back, he used his chin to slide it
across the table until Deacon could see it easily enough.
Deacon groaned softly and pushed himself up on the couch, wiggling his toes and
using the big one to point at the pen on the table. Gage understood the signal
and place the instrument between his wiggling toes and was then further amazed
at Deacon's creativity and adaptability when he managed to write out a single
word just below his own.
"Punished"
Gage took the pen back and wrote another word on the paper. "For?"
Deacon wiggled his toes again. "Touching Self"
Gage's eyes grew wide as he looked at his new friend then scrawled out another
word. "Where?"
"Shower." Was the mangled word Gage could just make out a moment later.
"How long?" Gage wrote next.
"1 week"
Gage turned to his friend and cocked his head, his eyes wide as if to say, ~You
have to wear that for a whole week?~
Deacon groaned softly and nodded. It was all he could do.
