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Weekend at Garrett’s – Part 09

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“Before you lock up, one other thing…”

You know what that means. You drop to your knees in front of him while he unbuttons his pants and takes out his cock. You automatically open your mouth; his cock goes in it and in a moment, you taste the bitterness of his piss – he hasn’t hydrated nearly enough today you think. In addition to being leather-clad all weekend, another absolute is you serving as his urinal, whenever he needs to piss.

That might mean being roused from sleep in the middle of the night to drink, or being greeted with a glass of stale piss upon waking if he doesn’t feel like getting up and unlocking the closet to feed you if he’s half-asleep. You let your mouth fill before each swallow. You’ve gotten this down – rarely spilling a drop. Sometimes he’ll make you suck his cock after he finishes pissing. But not this afternoon. He pulls his cock out of your mouth and tucks it back into his pants, zipping and buckling it away ‘til the next time he needs you.

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Weekend at Garrett’s – Part 08

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…mostly because you’re in tight leather and boots, already sweating, and it’s 90-something degrees outside. Fuck.

“Here, lemme help you with those.”

A man younger than you, heavier than you, and taller than you starts to take the cradled bottles out of your arms and carry them to the available register. But not before uttering “Fuck off, you little shits” just loud enough for the little shits to hear. They step around us, drop their bottles of soda and bag of chips at “your” register and push through the doors and go out onto the street. You’re afraid to look at him.

“Are you OK?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

He scans the five bottles of water, pays for them, double bags them, picks up the bag, and nods toward the door with his head. You follow him out the door. You scan the street up and down for the two boys, still shaken from the experience you’ve just had.

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Weekend at Garrett’s – Part 07

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…“I see.”

You knew you’d need to spend the better part of the afternoon preparing a Bolognese for Garrett once you got home from the market with everything, so you’d better get going, you told yourself. You’ll need to be quick about your foray – you knew the sauce must simmer for a while once it’s prepared and you didn’t know what time Garrett wanted to eat. You didn’t need any more demerits by not having dinner ready when he wanted. Garrett awards you points that you can ask to redeem for various reasons – things like having a smoke, using the toilet, having restraints be removed for a time (or at least loosened), being allowed to eat at the table and not on the floor out of a dog bowl. Things like that.

The system is known only to Garrett. You never know what he’ll decide deserves some points and how many you’ll get, nor do you know when he’ll move some to the debit column for a reason that you didn’t know was under consideration. And his point value is fluid; sometimes a smoke will cost you two points, other times five. Once it was ten. Hence your desire to conserve where you can.

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Weekend at Garrett’s – Part 06

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…adds to the relief that Garrett allowed you tonight when he released you from the wall and unbuckled the arms of your straitjacket.

“Rise and shine!”

You woke to a bright light in the closet and the view of Garrett standing over you in the doorway. Or the view of his feet standing in the doorway. It took you a few moments to make sense of your situation: lying on the floor in a semi-fetal position with parts of you actually stuck to the floor. It started to come back to you as your eyes adjusted to the light: Garrett putting you in the straitjacket, locking you to the wall, forcing you to smoke a cigar in the enclosed closet, having to piss, pissing, Garrett pouring the glass of his own piss over you, and finally letting you down from the wall and leaving you on the closet floor for the night.

“C’mon, get up. Lots to do today. The least of which is cleaning up the fucking mess you made last night.”

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Weekend at Garrett’s – Part 05

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…You have a bit of a pissgasm and let yourself enjoy the afterglow.

Thoughts of nothingness fill your mind, and this is the most relaxed you’ve been since you arrived at Garrett’s. You sag and let the padlocks that are holding you against the wall give you support. There’s some tension in a few places — Adam’s apple, armpits, gut, and crotch, it’s a nice feeling. Well, not exactly nice. Different. And that’s a nice feeling.

The light comes on and the door opens. You squint again at the light but not nearly as long as the last time. How long were you drifting? You ‘stand up’ again and look at Garrett holding a full glass of what you know can only be piss.

“I thought you might be thirsty. Gotta enforce the contract, right? And after you empty this, I’m gonna let you fill it so I can feed it back to you. How you doing?”

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Weekend at Garrett’s – Part 04

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…You are on your own…

You’re glad to have the cigar and start hauling on it a few times to get your nicotine level back up. It’d been a while since you last had a smoke, and this was welcome even if it wasn’t the Red you hoped Garrett would retrieve when he went into your backpack. You can back off on inhaling the cigar for now; you feel the nicotine is starting to relax you a bit and that is what you needed after falling prey to a few of Garrett’s bait and switch ploys. You have to admit, he is a good one when it comes to keeping you on your toes. Always expect the unexpected with him. Your current situation is a perfect example of that. In your mind’s eye you saw things differently. Quite differently – you’d arrive, get settled, get caught up a bit, relax with a drink while you discussed the coming weekend, review the contract you prepared, both sign it, and then the fun begins. Far fucking from it! Fuck you, Garrett.

The closet is getting very smoky. You can’t see it, really, with the light off. But when you take a puff or drag, the burning end glows bright enough for you to see the haze around you. And it’s also getting warm in here. Sweat is starting to run down your temples, around the edge of your jaw and work its way under the thick collar of your straightjacket.

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Weekend at Garrett’s – Part 03

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…And with that, the closet doors are shut, the light is turned off, and he is gone.

In addition to your need to piss, the stiffness starting in your shoulders, the wrench starting in your neck, the soreness starting in your legs, and the ache starting in your jaw, you were now drooling on top of it all. And that was annoying you; you couldn’t tell how much, but you could feel it running down your chin and all you wanted to do was wipe it away. Your tongue was useless; you couldn’t make it lick the drool off your chin nor could you use it to help you swallow your saliva. Fuck you, Garrett.

There was no way to tell how much time had passed since Garrett first stowed you in here. It felt like hours. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. And almost as if you had conjured him up, the light in the closet came on and he opened the doors. You squinted at the light ’til you felt comfortable with it.

“Look at you, all drooly and shit. Having a good time?”

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Weekend at Garrett’s – Part 02

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…And now it was here and you aren’t sure you’re as ready for it as you thought you were.

You had arrived after a several hour drive and once the two of you got your gear unloaded and up to his apartment, Garrett told you to unpack it and lay it out so he’d know what kind of options he had during your visit. His study was to be the base of operations and he took a seat at his desk and picked up the pipe he was smoking when you arrived. One flick of his pipe lighter was all it took before it easily came back to life for him. You loved the smell of pipe tobacco and that, combined with the scent of all the gear you brought as you organized it, was enough to get your loins stirring.

“I want to get all the heavy lifting out of the way before we start the weekend.”

“Okaaaay?”

“You’ll be spending a fair amount of time in the closet, as we discussed, and some of that is going to be spent securely bound. No surprise.”

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