As I said a couple of weeks ago, I have been hovering around the next goal line on Patreon, and so have decided to go ahead and start posting seven days a week, as promised!The extra two posts will be of various other kids than the usual story chunks–metawriting entries, odd experimental sketches, caption days, and interactive stories! This month (and probably some of February too) I’ll be doing two interactive story chunks, where ya’ll will get to vote on what happens next! However, voting is going to be different this time around! Rather than taking votes through tumblr, which has no system for polls, and which was always a headache, I will be running the poll through twitter instead! Twitter polls are anonymous (so you don’t have to worry about having an alt-account to vote with, if you’re worried about real name issues), and a lot easier for me to manage than trying to track down and keep track of votes over here. In addition to the twitter poll, there will be a Patron only poll over on Patreon as well, meaning Patrons get double votes! I will provide links to both polls soon after each story is posted, and the polls will be live for 48 hours. With that, here’s the first chunk! Enjoy!
“Are you sure this is right?”
I’m just following the map.”
“Do they even have street signs up here?”
Rich squinted through the windshield, and the light sprinkle of snow falling. At least it wasn’t dark–yet. The light was beginning to dim, but they couldn’t be too far from his uncle’s cabin at this point. He’d only been up here a couple times before, as a kid, but it had seemed like a good idea, this winter break, to take a couple of weeks and spend it up here with three of his friends from college–Maury, Sam, Nate and Brett. His uncle was the one who had suggested it, actually, and his three friends had been game for it. It was a couple miles away from a ski resort, so they were all planning on a couple weeks of skiing, sitting by the fire, and just relaxing before heading back to college in January.
The three friends didn’t have long to bicker about directions–Rich recognized the turn off and drove up the snowy driveway to his uncle’s cabin…only to discover that the cozy cabin he remembered from his childhood had been substantially renovated. His uncle hadn’t mentioned that part, oddly enough–or had he? He had kind of a hard time remembering the conversation with him about this, so maybe he had mentioned it, and Rich had just forgotten. In any case, while the outside still retained a cabin aesthetic…the whole place was really more of a small house, nestled in some trees. In any case, they parked in the driveway outside the garage, and while his friends unloaded their gear, he went up the porch, unlocked the door, and stepped inside. He tried the light switch–nothing. Hadn’t his uncle mentioned something about needing to find a master switch down in the basement? That seemed right to him, and so he fumbled around the main floor until he found the staircase down into the basement, turned on his phone for some light, and made his way downstairs.
The fusebox, and the master switch, was right at the base of the stairs, on the right. He flipped the lever, and heard a low grade hum suffuse the air around him–he didn’t know what the sound was, but at least something was working. Beside the fuse box was a standard light switch, for the rest of the basement he supposed, and he flipped it as a test. Sure enough, the basement lights came to life–but they weren’t the sort of light he was expecting. Instead of a normal, white light, the entire basement was suffused with red, and looking around, he could begin to suspect why.
The basement was a large, single room with concrete floor and walls, and the entire place was decked out like a sex dungeon. Slings and horses; paddles, floggers and whips hung on the wall, shelves lined with all manner of dildos–it was obscene. Was his uncle a faggot? Rich could remember, at times, how his own father had talked about his brother, how he’d always suspected there was some “other reason” why his brother had never gotten married, and never brought a woman home to show their parents before they died a few years back. That was part of why his family had stopped coming up here, actually–because his dad and his uncle had suffered quite the falling out over…something. In any case, Rich had no love for faggots himself–so why in the world had his uncle told him to come here? Did his uncle think he was a gay or something? That his friends were too? He shook his head, confused. He’d just have to make sure none of his friends came down here and saw this shit, or he’d never live it down.
Still, he couldn’t help but feel a bit curious…and hadn’t his uncle mentioned something else in the basement that he needed to turn on? Something about the heat, or the water? He couldn’t quite remember what it was specifically, but he knew there was something else down here that he simply had to do…something with, but that he would know it when he saw it.
Upstairs, he could hear his friends banging about and making their way inside the house, and Rich felt he needed to…warn them. That something about all of this wasn’t right, that it felt like a trap. He could…find what his uncle needed him to get, later. First…first, he needed to get his friends out of here. He was about to turn back to the stairs and hurry up them, when he finally caught eye of the thing his uncle had told him he needed–the the pit of anxiety in his guts twisted into another thick knot.
So, what did Rich see that his uncle told him he needed to use?
- One of the dildos up on the shelf.
- A rubber mask and suit hanging on the wall.
- A bed with bondage straps hanging off it.
- A collar and chastity device sitting on a table.
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