By Thunder
Based on a true story
When we reached the cabin, I was relieved as I partly thought this was a game or a scene and that Alan would have driven up around us and be waiting there for me with a hard dick and a laugh telling me he hoped I enjoyed my time as a dog. In fact, I was almost sure it would be this or that I would go to the guest room we always used, have a good sleep, and that tomorrow morning Todd and I would have a talk about some training, have a laugh, and go for a hike, which we actually did do in ways so unexpected.
In reality, I could not have been more wrong, because when the hatch opened Todd appeared and told me I was a good dog, and then I heard a noise as he rolled some sort of cart up behind us. What I didn’t realize is that we had backed up to a makeshift loading dock, which I had helped him make when he was building this place, and Todd soon rolled a big four-wheeled cart up to the Jeep, attached cables to my cage, and I was then slid out to the cart where the cage was attached to the base.
Jake cut the end of his Asylum 13 cigar and lit his torch, slowly rotating the cigar in his lip as the flame lit the tip as he took drags. Taking nice deep drags and exhaling the smoke, he savored the flavor of the stick while watching the bound Meat in front of him continue to sweat. Thick clouds of smoke surrounded his face that was slightly obscured by the leather Muir cap. This encounter is going to be deliciously slow. He wants Ian to realize exactly what he’s up against. Jake has been setting this trap and preparing the bait for a very, very long time.
Brett Wilson awoke with a groan. His shoulders were on fire. He slowly sat up on the couch, blinking his eyes awake. The lights were dim as he tugged his shirt open. He’d fallen asleep! He didn’t even remember coming home that day, it was all such a blur.