Rubberasylum

Story: PATHWAYS OF KINK: The Abandoned Hospital (PT 1)

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PATHWAYS OF KINK

BOOK 1

THE ADVENTURE SERIES WHERE YOU DECIDE YOUR OWN FATE

“ESCAPE FROM THE ABANDONED HOSPITAL”

WRITTEN BY:

RUBBERASYLUM

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You wake up on a brown and white tiled floor, your head pounding. A mixed smell of dust and antiseptic fills your nostrils as you pick yourself up and attempt to stretch your sore muscles. You take stock of the large room you’re in, in an attempt to get your bearings. Where were you and what the hell happened last night?

The room surrounding you is large, Gothic, and obviously old, as is belayed by the asbestos tile comprising the floor, which hasn't been made since the 1960’s. What appears to be a reception desk sits before you, and tan vinyl covered chairs surrounding small tables in front of an ornate over-sized fireplace sits to your right. You take a seat in one of them, and put your head in your hands in an attempt to remember the events of the night before.

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You remember heading out to the bars in an attempt to find some repreive from the inane driveling spewing out of the idiot box at home. As you drove towards your normal haunt, you spotted a new bar that you had never seen before, that was flying a rainbow flag over its doorway. Out of nothing more than curiosity and sheer boredom you decided to check it out.

The place was called “Rick’s”, cute, it wouldn't be long before the cease and desist orders were pouring in as Hollywood realized a gay bar was utilizing the name of one of their most beloved properties. You probably would have headed out then, if it wasn't for the row of sport bikes parked out front that grabbed your attention. Out of the interest of a drink and the potential of leather biker eye candy, you headed inside.

The bar was dark, and mostly empty, save for 3 guys in colorful Dainese one-piece leather racing suits gathered around the pool table. Walking up to the bar you ordered a beer, sat down on a stool, and proceeded to subtly check them out. The first guy that your eyes locked on was dressed in orange and black KTM leathers, and he currently had his back to you, bending over his shot at the table as the leather hugged his ass, accentuating the tight well toned curves held within.

Your attention quickly moved to the second biker: geared in an yellow, red, white and black track suit. He stood at the side of the table chalking the tip of his cue, watching his friends shot. From this angle you could see that he was quite thin, and wore his leathers well. As your eyes drifted to the head of the table you noticed the third biker, in a beautiful white and black Leguna Seca suit, subtly stroking the shaft of the stick he leaned on, and his eyes were locked upon you.

Your head snapped back to the beer that sat in the bar before you. ‘I must have imagined it’ you thought as you took a nervous sip. Summoning up your courage you slowly turned your head back towards the table. This time all three of them were looking at you, smiling. The biker at the head of the table’s leather clad finger was motioning for you to join them. Cautiously you picked up your beer and headed over.

He introduced himself as Jeremy, and was he gorgeous. He was tall and skinny, with well groomed flowing blond hair that just begged for your fingers to find themselves within its soft recesses. You found it hard to concentrate on what he was saying to you as the smell of his leathers mixed with his natural scent was fucking with your senses. He introduced the two other boys as Josh and Paul. Jeremy was obviously the leader of the group, the strongest of the three, and his dominance turned you on even more.

“Wanna play with us?” he asked with a sly smile on his face

“Sure!” You replied excitedly, and then flushed, realizing he was talking about a game of pool. You stared at the ground, trying to hide your embarrassment, which only made him laugh in response.

Jeremy wrapped his arms around you from behind. One of his gloved hands found their way down to your crotch. His smell became almost overpowering as he leaned in and whispered in your ear; “I don’t play with boys,” he said, “Only men, and if you have any interest in touching our balls, you shall drink like one as well.” With that he knocked the beer from you hands, which hit the ground with a rattling crash. As you looked up from the shattered glass on the floor you noticed Paul handing you a glass of whiskey.

Looking down in to the dark depths of the glass you thought about having to drive home, and having to work in the morning. Then your mind drifted back to the three leather clad men before you, and what the evening could bring, and you downed it. The warm liquid courage felt good as it passed in to your stomach, numbing the butterflies that had been fluttering away ever since you were called over. Turning slowly in his arms, with you face scant inches from his, you smiled and replied coyly “Now let’s see those balls.”

The smile that spread across his face made your heart skip a beat as he leaned in and kissed you deeply. Electricity spread through your limbs as you kissed him back passionately. It was a powerful moment, one that you wished could last forever, and as your mouths parted you were left dumbstruck, eyes still closed and panting heavily. His gloved hand brushed your cheek as your eyes opened, only to be greeted by his. “So I ask again,” Jeremy said in a barely audible whisper, “You want to play?” You answered back with a sheepish grin and a nod.

Slowly breaking your embrace, he sent Josh over to the bar to get a new round of drinks for the group. As the night waned on one round turned in to two, two became three, and before you knew it you were wearing Jeremy’s helmet, squinting through the visor in an attempt to bring the pool balls in to focus so you could make your shot. You took a step to your left, in order to get a better approach on the cue ball, and lost your balance only to end up in Jeremy’s arms. He rapped on the visor on the helmet with his knuckle “Ok, champ,” He said, “I think it’s about time we headed home.” A goofy smile spread across your face, you were drunk and you knew it; standing back up you attempted to take the helmet off, only to have him push it back on, “That stays where it is.”

“But my car…” You replied.

“You are in no condition to drive.” Jeremy said as he picked you up, slung you over his shoulder, and carried you out of the bar; “You are coming home with us.” Loading you on the back of his bike, he wrapped straps around your wrists and cinched them around his waist so you couldn’t fall off, and as you sped off down the street, your crotch forced tightly against his ass, you wondered if he could feel your cock stiffening through the thick leather on his suit.

After a short ride out of town, the bikes pulled up in front of a private home in a wooded area. Jeremy untied you and carried you up to his bed where you laid in the crook of his leather clad arm, and you two talked until you could barely keep your eyes open. As you drifted off to sleep you wondered how life could get any better.

******

A sudden crash echoing down an unknown hallway within the belly of the old building brought you back to your present situation. You stood up suddenly, looking around, realizing the possibility that you very well may not be alone, and it may be in your best interest to begin looking for a way out of here.

To your right is the old reception desk, and though it’s a shot in the dark there is the possibility that perhaps there is still a working phone. To your left lies a dark corridor that may hold the front entrance to this place. Or you could always just stay where you are and yell for help, in hopes that this place has some sort of maintenance staff member that may hear you and come to your assistance.

What do you do?