By A Lost Boy
“Is that Cole, in my stocking?” Whispered Coach Adams through a dimpled grin.
The silver-haired hulk of a man embraced his other half with unwavering elation. Between their parted lips was I… the name I was given, matters little; merely a hogtied plaything beneath what I regarded as the most exquisite tree you can imagine.
They turned to face me mid-embrace. Immaculate, vascular and sun-kissed. Coach Adams was actually my former wrestling coach. He was like a second father, or father to be brutally honest. Adams trained me up for years during my stint in higher education. I remembered him fondly; up until a point, he was my role model. A truly enlightened man.
Had I known prior to my visit the position I’d be in, who am I kidding? I had many regrets, and this sure as Hell weren’t one of them. Being trapped was my escape. You see, I had a slight addiction to gambling away other people’s money. And you’ll of noticed I said ‘stint’ in higher education… yeah, a downward spiral or dare I say agonising decent into Hell roughly captures my journey thus far.
Let’s recap our five characters who voluntarily submitted to the Escape Room Challenge called ‘The Subjection.’ They are college friends ranging in ages 19 to 21:
NOTE: This story picks up where the previous post, Mac the Mummy Pledge, left off. To read that story, click here. In this installment, the bondage adventures of Malachi and Mac continue.
