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nodded, again.

That little action made me positive Wayne was lyinā€™ ā€˜bout not doinā€™ this, before.  Maybe he hadnā€™t with a guy like Shayes, maybe it was just that college kid or with some punk he picked up in a bar or off Santa Monica or even paid to let him do it, but heā€™d done this, before.  I mean, I could palm all the other crap -- the careful planninā€™, the wild imagination, the way he wanted the string him up -- all of it on just beinā€™ caught up in the idea of it.  Even after his story, I couldnā€™t have said for positive he was lyinā€™ to me.  But knowinā€™ how to keep this guy from lettinā€™ hurl anā€™ doinā€™ it without much of a thought -- heā€™s had practice.  Whatā€™s weird is, that calmed me down.  Anā€™ it made me even more careful when I was around him.

He kept hold of the bandana as I picked Shayes up to carry him out.  The cop struggled a little -- not much -- but I still felt strong carryinā€™ him into the shed.  Heā€™s not exactly a little guy, anā€™ holdinā€™ him like you do a bride -- I even felt...oh, I dunno, just plain powerful.  It was all good.  From the shape of his legs to how smooth anā€™ healthy his skin felt to even the hair on his calves ticklinā€™ the hair on my arm -- it was all just right.  Anā€™ havinā€™ the side of his butt pressinā€™ just above my crotch, it got me close to shootinā€™ in my briefs.

Shit, yā€™know, I -- I could tell this was gonna be too fuckinā€™ good.  It was gonna be like that first kid anā€™ that guard at Mid-State, Carter.  Anā€™ I -- I knew I shouldnā€™t be feelinā€™ like that.  I mean, Iā€™m straight; I really am.  I love pussy anā€™ need the feel of a chick in my bed, at night.  Anā€™ I knew, even then, I knew I was headinā€™ over the edge.  I knew I shouldā€™ve stopped myself, right then.  But I -- I -- I couldnā€™t; swear to God, I couldnā€™t.  It was like I was addicted to some kind of drug anā€™ all I could think about was my next fix.  Like some low-life junkie piece of shit anā€™ that ainā€™t me.  That ainā€™t me.  But even as I was thinkinā€™ all this, I was still carryinā€™ him into that shed.  Anā€™ I -- I couldnā€™t stop.  ā€˜Cause deep down -- way deep where you never even think to go -- I needed to own him.  Anā€™ I couldnā€™t do that till I owned him whole.

You couldnā€™t have convinced me of this at the time, but now I can see that I was completely, totally anā€™ absolutely out of control.  I was workinā€™ like off auto-pilot or like I was some fuckinā€™ puppet beinā€™ carried around by invisible strings attached to its own brain.  Anā€™ that brain wasnā€™t at all interested in anything normal or human or acceptable, anymore.  It just wanted to be fed some ice cold revenge anā€™ itā€™d keep yankinā€™ at me till it got what it wanted.

Anā€™ that made me one scary motherfucker.

Even to myself.

Chapter Six

This was the first time Iā€™d been in Wayneā€™s shed.  Shit, it was the first time I was really in his back yard.  When heā€™d been talkinā€™ ā€˜bout makinā€™ the shed over, he only showed it to me through the slidinā€™ glass doors that lead to a two foot wide patio anā€™ two inch patch of grass between the condo anā€™ the fence.  I think it used to be a garage, since it was big enough for two small cars.  There were two windows anā€™ one door, all inside the fence.  The wall facinā€™ the alley was solid anā€™ covered with ivy, anā€™ it crouched in a corner of the yard as if it was leaninā€™ against the fence anā€™ just darinā€™ you to make it leave.  It looked nice anā€™ plain anā€™ simple, almost homey, not like a prison.  But hey, thatā€™s what it was gonna be.

The gate swung to the right anā€™ the door was there on its left, already ajar.  Lenny kept the gate open as Wayne guided me in, usinā€™ the bandana to keep control of Shayes, then we slipped into the shed anā€™ Lenny closed the gate anā€™ joined us inside.

I dunno what I expected, exactly, when Wayne told me ā€˜bout what he was gonna do to the place -- but what I saw stopped me, cold.  First I saw the bed -- a big unfinished-wood four-poster jammed against a wall, its mattress covered with a ratty fitted sheet, nothing else.  Handcuffs were connected to each corner post anā€™ laid out nice anā€™ neat, waitinā€™ to be clamped onto Shayesā€™ wrists anā€™ ankles.  Anā€™ two leather restraints were fastened to a thick dowel that ran between the head posts, to keep his hands above his head some of the time.  It made me stop anā€™ blink at how harsh it looked.

Then I noticed a heavy steel cable hanginā€™ in the middle of the room.  It had a ring on one end that wasnā€™t completely closed, anā€™ it slipped through a couple of hooks in the ceilinā€™ then connected to a sort of pulley bolted to the floor in a corner opposite the bed, so you could raise or lower how high it was.  Beside that was a solid wooden chair, anā€™ next to that was a four-foot tall metal sawhorse padded with leather.  Anā€™ then coils of rope on the floor.  Anā€™ then some rolled up foam rubber pallets.  All nice anā€™ neat.

The walls were covered with all kinds of misshapen bits of foam in all sorts of colors -- gray, yellow, pink, white, you name it -- even over the windows.  They covered the ceilinā€™, too.  Both Wayneā€™s anā€™ Lennyā€™s

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