Disclaimer: This story is a fantasy, characters are fictional and this account Is purely for entertainment purposes only. Dungeon In The Country Brandon was a 19 year old sophomore at a state college. He competed in triathlons and enjoyed staying in shape. At 5 feet 10 inches, with green eyes and black hair, and in excellent shape, he was a sight to behold. Last weekend, he decided to go for a long run down a country road, away from the college. It was extremely hot outside, but that didn't bother Brandon. He figured that in his condition, the hot weather wouldn't affect him. This day, Brandon put on only his slim onion skin shorts and running shoes. It was simply too hot to wear anything else. The shorts hung loosely on his hips, 4 inches below his navel. His physique was breathtaking, looking as though it had been carved by the great Michael Angelo himself. As Brandon was about 10 miles into his run, he begun sweating profusely. He realized that he made a mistake, and needed water desperately. His speed started to slow down - almost to a walk, and he was hoping that somebody would drive by and give him a lift. Little did he realize, that he was being followed by a secret admirer, in a car behind him. John was a powerful bodybuilder. He exercised daily to maintain his strength. At 6 feet 4 inches and 250 lbs, he was Herculean in strength. He was cruising around on this hot day, looking for a young buck to take back home and use for his pleasure. John was into discipline. He loved to punish young men - for some reason it gave him pleasure. As he was driving down the road, he couldn't believe his luck. He was simply gazing at this incredibly chiseled young athlete, sweaty, stripped down only to his shorts and running shoes, and thumbing for a ride. This would be his prize, and he was going to get it! "Hey buddy, Need a lift?" asked John. "Sure man. Thanks a lot, I'm really dehydrated and need some fluids.", said Brandon. "I've got a large supply of drinks back at my place, in the basement", said John. "That's great", said Brandon. "Lets go quickly, because I'm terribly thirsty." John looked at the sweaty young body next to him and got an instant hard on. He could hardly contain his excitement! At this point, they drove off down the road. John lived about 10 miles from anyone else, and he had his basement constructed so that it would be completely soundproof. This was perfect for what he wanted to do. As they approached the house, John motioned for Brandon to go to the back of the house, and go through the basement door. As Brandon entered, he found that it was very dark, and that he couldn't see anything. As he turned around, John entered and slammed the door. He quickly turned on the lights and was holding a shotgun and pointing it directly at Brandon's young ripped physique. As Brandon looked around the room, he was horrified! He saw all manner of torturous devices, and he knew instantly--he was in big trouble! "Okay boy, you'll do exactly as you're told, or else I'm gonna fire this shotgun", said John. "Please mister, just let me go and I won't tell anybody about this", pleaded Brandon. "Lift up your arms and put them inside those shackles hanging from the ceiling and do it now!" threatened John. Brandon did as he was told. As soon as he did, John moved behind him and pulled on a hoist, which lifted Brandon high into the air, and spread his arms wide apart. John then approached Brandon and pulled of his running shoes, and stripped off his shorts, leaving Brandon totally naked. Now John attached two more shackles to Brandon's feet and attached the chains holding them to rings in the floor, thus spreading Brandon's legs wide apart. John then took out a can of oil and completely covered Brandon's body so that it was glistening in the lights of the home made dungeon. John stepped back and admired his work. Here was a 19 year old ripped college jock who was stark naked and completely at his mercy. Brandon begged John to let him go, but John had other plans. He opened a large box and pulled out a long black whip. Brandon stared in horror! "Please mister, please don't, please let me go!" said Brandon. "No way boy" replied John. "I'm gonna give you two dozen lashes with this whip". "You are never going to leave here and will be my servant from now on." said John. "If you ever try to leave, you will be severely punished!" John continued. Brandon noticed a wet stain appearing on John's pants in the front, and he realized that John was getting very excited. John moved behind young Brandon's naked body and uncoiled his whip. One - whack!!! "AAAAGGGHH", screamed Brandon. The pain was excruciating, and this was only the first lash. Two - whack!!!, three - whack!!!, four - whack!!! With each stroke, Brandon's body was propelled forward under the power of John's whip. Long cut marks were appearing on Brandon's back and blood was starting to appear in them. Five - whack!!!, six - whack!!!, seven - whack!!!, eight - whack!!!, nine - whack!!!, ten - whack!!! Brandon was delirious at this moment, the pain was unbearable. John continued the punishment, ignoring Brandon's agony. Eleven - whack!!!, twelve - whack!!!, thirteen - whack!!!. "Pa, pa, paleessee! missster, pleasse stopp!." shouted Brandon, in broken English. "I'll do whatever you want!" John was relenting and told Brandon. "Okay kid, I'll just give you five more lashes, just to make sure you understand I mean business". At this point, John wet his pants, he couldn't hold himself any longer. The excitement of the punishment made the sperm explode out of his penis. Fourteen - whack!!!, fifteen - whack!!!, sixteen - whack!!!, seventeen - whack!!!, eighteen - whack!!! At this point, Brandon sagged in his chains. John walked up to him and put the coiled whip around his neck - as a decoration, and told him... "That's enough for you now boy. From this point on, I'm gonna use you in any way I see fit." "I understand", replied Brandon. "Just don't whip me any more, please!" "Okay, kid, I'll just let you hang there for a while, and then I'll unchain you and take care of you. John would have a lot of work to do, because Brandon's back was badly cut from the relentless strokes of the whip. It would need much time to heal until another session, sometime in the future.
