THE WAY AHEAD
(Excerpt 635 words)
After two intense photo sessions and a heady experience harassing a stranger who is trussed up in American fire-fighting kit complete with blacked-out breathing mask Chunky is left immobilised in a sack - to deal with some confused thinking ...
... to review his mental and physical journey so far ...
Being given time to think is a dangerous game decided Fire-fighter Proctor as he sensed movement before he heard it.
A pair of hands roamed over the bag, his body still highly sensitised even under layers of padded suit. No man had ever pawed him and he was being pawed ... massaged ... touched. The hand found the area of his crotch and Chunky could visualise Robert's quizzical face as the hand found his ramrod cock. The hand defined it ... lightly acknowledged it's stiffness through the rough layers.
Well, well, well said a voice he was relieved to recognise as Roberts'. Still fucking horny! Do you know what time it is? It's time for the shop to close. Alan's bitching because he'd not had a chance to talk to you ... or harass you. Charlie's upstairs cooking spaghetti and a guy in a rubber suit who hosed you down is locked in a stand-up padded solitary confinement cell and we've threatened him we're going to let you loose to get your own back on him.
Chunky felt straps being removed.
Don't try to move yet. You don't know how your body will behave once you're circulation starts to flow more freely. It may hurt more than you hurt now. You'll certainly be unsteady and maybe a bit light-headed. I never let anybody all the way out - and certainly never send them out into the night until they've had time to recover a bit. I'm going to remove the arm separators from the bag and the leg ones - and leave the bag open at the bottom. The cameras are still rolling. It's up to you to find your way out of the bag. Fold it neatly. The key to the wrist and collar shackles are on the TV monitor. Unlock them and leave them on the TV. When I see you're up and mobile ... I will turn off the two remotes. You can peel your suit off in the Changing Room, there's a shower in there ... no cameras. - but there is a towel and stuff. Then AJ, you have a decision to make.
Chunky almost argued. He was in no mood for making any decisions but Robert continued:
In the changing room you can climb back into your street clothes, pack up your sweaty sticky fireman's suit and toddle off home (the door is open). Or you can climb into the set of prison coveralls I've left in there, lock yourself into the cell in the corner of the shop ... or in your street clothes come upstairs and have some nosh with us and relax for an hour and get to know Alan and Larry ... who we almost had to force to take off the American fireman's gear ... but it's hanging up to dry in the yard. If you're very nice to him he might let you try it on ... if he can try yours ... if you know what I mean. Think about it. There's only three of the gang here tonight - you're welcome to join us.
Chunky remained silent within the pungent darkness of the bag.
The ball is in your court, A.J. said Robert as he helped Chunky into a sitting position.
Feel for the floor ... take your time ... the bottom end of the bag is open ... and the rest is up to you. You decide what to do next ... and how the story develops from here.
FINAL CHAPTER OF HOUDINI CONNECTIONS BEGINS but the reader is invited to decide how the story develops from here.
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