Men In Bondage 12: Brad Hawkins

Chapter 1: Brad's Bad Dreams

Bradley Hawkins had spent a majority of his time appearing on the silver screen for the classic TV series, VR TROOPERS. It was around the same time shortly after that he began a music career in the country genre. He didn't exactly make it stick, but he produced good sounding music. It was around the early 2000s when Brad had become a part of a lot of Independent film projects such as SHREDDER - a comedic/satirical slasher horror movie about a group of snowboarders who are offed by a vengeful serial killer with a hatred for snowboarders! Brad had also appeared in the 2014 Indie film BOYHOOD, which took a total of twelve whole years to film and complete! Since then, Brad has settled down on acting on screen and has become more active in the voicing of animated characters and appearing at occasional VR TROOPER conventions.

Today, Brad currently sits by himself inside the office of his therapist Tom Kirk, who he has just started seeing after a series of bizarre recurring dreams plague his life.

Sitting silently on the small sofa across from his therapist, Brad fidgets with his fingers as if unsure how to go about explaining himself. Tom Kirk exhales and leans a little closer towards Brad with a concerned face expression.

"What is it that has you so quiet today? The first day I met you a couple of weeks ago, you were certainly more talkative than this," Tom asks with a partially forced smile. Brad remains silent, but after a few moments, he manages to spit up a few sentences.

"Can I start by clarifying that everything I tell you stays confidential, right?" Brad asks nervously. Tom looks concerned but nods with suspicion in his eyes.

"That's right," he says, "unless you intend to self-harm or incite harm upon someone else." Tom adds. Brad nods his head in understanding but sets the record straight instantly on his mental health.

"It's nothing like that, I don't wanna do anything drastic or crazy. It's just these dreams I keep having...I'm disturbed by them," Brad begins. Tom looks intrigued as he sits silently, waiting for Brad to continue.

"I don't know why, but about a couple weeks ago, right before I came to start seeing you, I started having these...fucked up dreams about myself in...I-I-I don't know...situations where I'm tied up," Brad explains.

Tom rubs his chin while staring Brad down with narrow eyes, "Tied up? As in bondage?" he asks.

Brad looks slightly uncomfortable as he briefly scratches the back of his head and stands up. Pacing back and forth.

"Bradley, it's okay! Try to relax, take a seat...pacing won't help," Tom begins, "Now let's just try to dissect this thing from the beginning and see if we can't reach the bottom, huh?" he finishes.

Brad seems to be taking a few deep breaths as he takes his seat and folds his hands over his legs, leaning forward with his head hanging between his shoulders. Brad lets out a long, stressful sight and nods his head in response to Tom's question about bondage.

"Yeah, it's technically bondage scenarios. I keep finding myself in when I'm dreaming, and it all feels so real, too!" Brad explains, "I mean, I can remember actually feeling the ropes on my wrists, chest, and ankles, and I remember the sticky sensation of the duct tape over my mouth." Brad finishes as he takes another deep breath before making eye contact with Tom. He noticed Tom was jotting all of this down in a notepad.

"You're not gonna show anyone those notes, are you?" Brad asks. Tom looks up from his notes with a smile and shakes his head, "Absolutely not, Bradley! Your words stay private between me, you, and these four walls, I only jot stuff down to better determine my position on helping you move past this," Tom explains. Brad nods in agreement.

"There's one dream in particular where I-I'm tied down to a couch, and it tastes like a sock is in my mouth with tape wrapped around it. I can't move, and the room is white with no windows or no one in it. Out of nowhere, some guy in a leather mask comes out of nowhere and approaches me... he freaks me out! He's always trying to do something to me, like...in one of the dreams, he approaches me and I'm tied up and gagged and he starts...doing weird things to my feet," Brad finishes.

Tom closes his notepad and crosses his legs, and folds his hands upon his upper knee. Brad looks up at him and shakes his head slightly as if trying to get Tom to spit out whatever it was he was about to ready to say, "Brad let me tell you what I think," Tom starts, "I think you've hit a point in your life where you feel...restrained! Controlled, even! You feel there is absolutely nothing you can do to relieve yourself of the stresses of the world, and so your subconscious is reaching out to you in these dreams, and warning you that you are indeed, restrained in this world," Tom finishes.

Brad draws his eyes away from Tom and down towards the floor. He knew it made a lot of sense. The only thing Brad couldn't seem to figure out was, what exactly was it that is causing him to feel so restrained? "Well, until I figure out the source, I guess these dreams are going to continue, right?" Brad asks.
Tom nods his head, "Unfortunately yes, but we can work together and figure out what exactly is the origin of this restraint you're feeling, I'd like to try a few things with you if you're up for it?" Tom asks.
Brad seems very hesitant on what these tasks may include, but if it'll help rid him of these bizarre dreams once and for all, he'll play ball.

"Uh, can I ask...what exactly is it you wanna try with me, Tom?" Brad asks nervously. Tom uncrosses his legs and leans forward, "I'd rather show you," he replies.