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Danny's Rehab Program
"Ok, pass you documentation over to the Prosecutor's people. I'll issue an executive order and have that viper's nest closed within days." The Governor said into the phone. Then looking at his aide, he ordered that the State Health Department should go immediately into the Rehab Center and take control until a more permanent solution could be worked out.
CHAPTER 10
That afternoon, Gerson worked Dean hard on the exercise machines. He held a leather strap about three inches wide and slapped Dean's butt whenever he began to slack. Gerson had to hit him several times, but knowing his ass was sore from his time on the St. Andrew's cross he didn't really hit him hard. Actually Gerson wasn't expecting much from a guy who'd just come out of detox and never really was in good shape. Later Gerson washed him off with a hose in the shower, dried him off and then strapped him down to the examination table. The table was set to a flat position and Gerson put Dean on it face down with his head turned to one side and held in place with straps.
Gerson wanted to get Dean used to having a cock in his mouth, but was somewhat anxious about this kid getting rebellious again. So he got a dental mouth clamp and forced it into Dean's mouth (Dean resisted opening his mouth, but Gerson merely pinched his nose until he was forced to open his mouth to breathe). Gerson got the apparatus between his teeth and then pried his mouth open and locked the clamp in an open position. Gerson was then able to move his cock in all the way to Dean's throat and teach him how to overcome the gag reflex. Gerson was so happy that the master had allowed him to be without his cock in the curved tube so that he could get Dean used to his new role as a cocksucker.
Dean found the idea of a guy's cock in his mouth repulsive. But then Kevin joined the action and took off Dean's chastity tube and began licking his cock and balls. All of a sudden, the idea of a cock in his mouth was not so repulsive to Dean and his 4 inch flaccid cock began to swell with blood until it was an impressive, slightly curved upward, 8« inch monster. Kevin was enjoying teasing Dean with his tongue. He would just lick the slit, then move up and down on the underside of Dean's hot cock. After licking and kissing the cockhead he began sucking on it; Dean moaned with the sensations that Kevin gave to his genitals and somehow this caused him not to mind the feel of Gerson's huge cock penetrating his oral cavity.
Dean felt himself spiralling down into a deep well of unfathomed pleasure from which there would be no return. At times he had fantasized about being in a sex orgy, but never imagined the intensity of having both ends of his body stimulated (let alone simultaneously). In his fantasies he was always in the active role, but now finding himself in a sexually passive role, his body responded with an electrical shorting of all its circuits Dean found himself in the throws of an orgasm that left his body in spasms.
Kevin swallowed Dean's spunk enthusiastically, Gerson seeing Dean's body responding to the double stimulations also found himself going over the edge and whispered very sensually, "I'm coming, I'm cum..." and felt all his energy converge in his throbbing penis. Dean received Gerson's sperm in pulsations which gave him such a strong sense of power in spite of being completely tied and bound. Dean felt so connected to his two tormentors and willed that the moment would never fade back into reality. Kevin now moved towards Dean's head. He undid the mouth clamp and allowed Dean to use all his oral capabilities to pleasure his cock. Dean was only too willing to prolong what for him was the most powerful sex experiencies of his entire life and began to savour the flavour of the stud that was pushing his penis deeper into his mouth.
Gerson untied Dean's legs and pulled each leg up, bent them at the knees and refastened them to the restraints on Dean's wrists. Now Dean's ass hole was fully accessible to Gerson's ministrations. Gerson was careful not to make much contact with the sore ass cheeks and went straight for the sphincter muscle which he began to tease with his tongue. Dean, who was already delighting in the reactions of Kevin's penis to his kissing, licking and sucking, began to pant from this newest introduction of dark pleasures to his rectum. Dean's cock again gorged itself with blood. Gerson noticed his erection and pulled his cock down through his thighs and began to lick the head alternately with licks to his butt hole. Earlier Kevin believed himself to be in hell, now his soul was soaring with the angels. The intensity of the sexual stimulations that he was feeling built up into a crescendo of orgiastic delight.
After Kevin squirted about four ropes of cum into Dean's mouth which he eagerly swallowed he said, "Now you know who we are. If you obey us and the master, we can be your most intimate friends, but if you continue to fight against us, you will only know loneliness, desperation and pain. I hope you make a good choice."
Kevin was taken to his cell to reflect on the day's experiences. He was delirious as his mind alternated between the pangs of his sore butt and the tremors of the aftershock of such wonderful sexual bliss. It dawned upon him what the master had said about one life ending and another beginning. He had no sorrow for his dead past, but was filled with expectations of this new journey which showed him how to be free in spirit in spite of ropes, straps and his sexual prejudices.
Scaling Mount Olympus
Andre and Michael came by Greyhound bus and Gerson met them at the depot. As they had been instructed, they brought no extra clothes or anything besides what they were wearing. Gerson took them to a waiting van, opened the back door and told them to get inside. Michael, who had not been informed of what was coming balked, but Andre held him by the neck and obliged him to climb into the van. Gerson followed them in, closing the doors behind him, and told them both to strip off their clothes and to lie down on the carpeted floor of the van which had no back windows.
Michael at first refused to strip, and it was only after Andre reminded him again that he had said he would do 'anything to be coached by him', that he reluctantly joined Andre in stripping and lying on the carpeted floor. Gerson then handcuffed Michael's arms behind him and shackled his ankles as well before covering his eyes with a blindfold. Then he pretended to handcuff the coach, but just left him lying next to his young lover, as he returned to the front seat and drove them to Danny's house.
When they arrived he drove right into the garage, but as the door was closing he saw Danny's neighbour from across the street, Jeff, approaching. He and Jeff had met sometime ago as Gerson was working on the lawns. Danny had instructed Gerson and Kevin to tell any of the neighbours that stopped to chat whilst they were working on Danny's grounds that Gerson and Kevin were cousins who Danny had invited to share his house until they got their own place. Jeff, was not totally fooled, and figured them for three fags that were living together, but didn't feel concerned as long as they didn't ruin the neighbourhood.
"Hi Gerson," Jeff said.
"Hey there, neighbour!" Gerson responded, trying to seem relaxed.
"I couldn't help but notice how well your flowers are doing while mine just seem so lifeless. I thought I'd ask you what fertilizer you use?"
"Well, actually, I just mix one teaspoon of cooking oil, one of dish soap and one of baking soda and spray it on them. It's a natural way of keeping PESTS away..." Gerson said sarcastically.
"Hey, that seems easy enough, I'll give it a try. Thanks Gerson." Jeff said sincerely, but wishing he could get closer to these guys to satisfy his curiosity.
"Anytime, pal, wish I could chat a bit more, but I'm kind of behind in a few chores.. See ya later, OK?" Gerson, said making it clear that this was not the time for a social call.
As soon as he got the garage door closed, he took the coach out of the van and showed him into Danny's office. Michael became tense waiting alone in the van, but Gerson soon returned with Kevin and they both took him down to the padded cell which would be his home for the next few agonizing days.
Danny explained to the naked coach that he was going to be treated like a slave while Michael was going through detox. When Michael was finished with detox and was ready for retraining, then the coach would become the assistant trainer to either Gerson or Kevin. Danny made it clear that if Michael was to be put on the right tract it was essential that Andre follow all instructions to the letter. Andre made a verbal commitment to Danny to do all that was necessary to help save his boy lover.
"I am glad you are in the right frame of mind," Danny said. "So let me just test your limits. Get down on your knees, old man, and suck my cock."
Andre was shocked. He had felt an affinity to Danny the minute he laid eyes on him. His sharp mind immediately became aware of Danny's charisma, but it never entered his mind that he would ever be worthy of a sexual encounter with this guy that reminded him of a Greek statue.
Danny mistook Andre's hesitation and said, "Down now, before I order a spanking for you."
Andre was down in a flash after this stern warning and began mouthing Danny's genitals right through his pants. Now it was Danny who was surprised by the coach's eagerness. Within minutes, Danny was completely naked, and the two were lying on the floor with their legs intertwined and both of them grinding their crotches into one another. Danny was discovering that this older man was responding better to his caresses and touches than the younger slaves he had under his control. Andre had a sense of knowing how to zoom in on Danny's erogenous zones and pleasure him in ways until now unknown.
They hugged and stroked and locked their lips in a tongue dance that stimulated Danny so intensely that he came without ever having touched his cock. Andre enjoyed exploring Danny's body with abandon, but found himself having flashbacks of sex with his true love. He came too, but with the image of Michael before his mind's eye.
After their fevered sexual encounter, Danny had the others take Andre to the bathroom in the basement and give him the ritual reception. When it came to the enema, Andre attempted to pull away and this gave the guys just the excuse they needed to place him on the St. Andrew's cross and paddle his bum with a couple of practically love taps. Dean was in his cell watching all this, but due to his cock tube was not able to get physically excited. Gerson, opened the cell and ordered Dean to kneel on his bed doggie style. Dean waited while Gerson opened the padlock and freed Dean's captive prick allowing him to get an erection; then he removed the butt plug that had been inside the young man since the morning exercises ... it made a popping noise as its widest section came past the anal ring. Gerson relubricated his butt and then entered him with his throbbing man-tool. Dean tensed a couple of times, but by squeezing and releasing his anal muscles accommodated Gerson more and more. Finally Gerson's pubic hairs were touching Dean's hairy ass.
"OK, now lay down flat but move slowly," Gerson said to Dean. Now Gerson was lying on top of Dean's wide-shouldered and narrow hipped back. He kissed the nape of Dean's neck which sent chills up and down his body. Then Gerson began to slowly remove his cock by raising his thighs using his knees which were on either side of Dean's thighs as leverage. When his cock was almost at the point of popping out of Dean's rectum, Gerson plowed down slowly back into his ass. Gerson repeated this slow movement several times and Dean squirmed under his weight with the sensations that he was being split wide open yet with a sense of warmth and well-being that Dean had no words to describe. (Luckily for Danny, all this was being recorded for later DVD sales.)
Gerson increased the speed of his conquest of Dean's body, shifting his direction as he moved and began pounding Dean's prostrate on alternating penetrations. Dean would push his thighs up so that his ass checks met Gerson pushing downward. When they collided, the sensations for both became so intensely pleasurable that neither wanted it to end. But after a few more direct hits to Dean's prostate, he unwillingly went over the edge. The tightening of his sphincter muscles quickly brought Gerson to the point of no return. Dean soiled his bed with his cum while Gerson filled Dean's rectum as his testicles emptied their man juice as they both drifted into a trance like state of utter contentment.
Upstairs, Danny's attention was dragged from his PC monitor by the phone ringing. "Bard and Myers, Daniel speaking."
"Hello, this is Mr. Grant of the Department of Health. Is this Mr Daniel Writeworth?."
"This is he," Danny answered with some hesitation.
"Mr. Writeworth, I am authorized to speak to you on behalf of this Department and the Office of Governor Harold."
"Yes," Danny said ever more nervous.
"The Governor and I have a proposition for you. You have been recommended to us by a Mr. McNeill. Could you possibly meet with me early next week?"
Danny began to relax once he heard the name McNeill and began to wonder what new pact with the devil he would be asked to make. He distrusted politicians and never involved himself in anything more than a donation to each party at election time.
About five days later, Michael's detoxification was winding down. Danny visited him in his padded cell. Andre had held him and wiped him down with cool damp towels whenever he wasn't being trained and punished himself. Gerson and Kevin had relieved him occasionally and so Michael had pretty much been accompanied the whole time he was in detox. Now Danny spoke with him.
"How are you feeling?"
"I think the worst is over, but I still feel like a Mack Truck plowed into me and I have no strength hardly." Michael said weakly.
"Do you think you can eat something or shall we leave this intravenous in your arm?" Danny asked caring for the prone stud that lay naked before him.
"I'm really thirsty, could I have some juice maybe?"
"That is a reasonable request. You understand that you are now my slave and that I own you?"
"What?" Michael asked, thinking maybe he was still unconscious.
"Yes, you heard me correctly, you belong to me and you can forget about anything to do with skating or the Olympics, unless you please me in everything I ask of you. I know it is hard for you to comprehend immediately but all that you are going to experience in the next few days will confirm to you that you lost all opportunity you had in your former life. You are now at zero. Obey me and you will move forward. Disobey anyone of your trainers and you will remain the lowest slave of all those I own. Take heed."
Danny left the padded cell and gave orders for Michael to be given some juice and to start his return to 'normality' by reintroducing solid food (beginning with his dog biscuits) and for Gerson and Andre to introduce him to the bath. Danny's first impression of this kid were positive, but it was not going to be easy for the contender for world fame to accept humbly cleaning the piss stains off the toilet seat.
Gerson fetched a glass of OJ for Michael, and held his head up while he sipped it through a straw. Gerson then removed the IV from his arm and released him from the restraints that had held him firmly on the stretcher during his five day detox. Gerson then motioned Andre forward to help him support the youth and they unsteadily helped him through to the bathroom; once inside they positioned Michael before the toilet and Andre took hold of Michael's cock and aimed it towards the bowl. "Let it rip," he said.
Michael looked at Andre with one eyebrow raised higher than the other. Then he looked over at Gerson as if to say 'with this guy staring at me?'
"Pee!" Andre ordered.
Michael found the whole situation so awkward and embarrassing, but with Andre losing his patience so quickly he concentrated on relaxing and was finally able to release his water. Then they connected the lubricated tip of the hose and attempted to fill his innards with warm water. Michael squiggled and squirmed to avoid this invasion of his innards.
"No way are you putting that thing up my butt." Michael protested.
Gerson called to Kevin and between the three of them they had Michael face down on the floor and administered the required enema. Michael cursed them and swore that he would never speak to Andre again. This only acerbated the situation and after Michael was allowed to empty his bowels, he was pulled down to the floor again and the process was repeated.
"Please, no more. I can't take any more of this." Michael cried.
However, his cries were ignored and his bowel refilled; then he was rolled over and Andre massaged his stomach. Michael moved his head from side to side in obvious discomfort. After being forced to hold in the water for a good ten minutes he was allowed to sit on the toilet and empty himself. When Andre led him back to the hose for a third douche, Michael no longer resisted or complained. Gerson saw the resignation on his face and was pleased. After Michael shat out almost pure water into the bowl he asked Andre why they were doing this to him.
"You do not ask questions. You obey. You do what you are told without questioning your trainers." Andre told him as Gerson had instructed him earlier. "Now you will clean this bathroom and have it perfectly spotless within 30 minutes." Andre ordered.
"I've never cleaned anything in my life, much less a bathroom. I don't know how." Michael found the courage to say. Gerson found a ping pong paddle and without warning slammed it into Michael's ass cheek.
"Ouch." Michael screamed.
"That is for your bad attitude and lack of respect, you spoiled ingrate." Gerson spumed. "One more word out of you and your ass and this paddle will become intimate friends," he threatened. Then he went to the cleaning closet, pulled out a sponge and some cleanser and handed them to Michael. Michael felt humiliated; his parents were cold and aloof but they never made any kind of a demand on their child prodigy. Michael began to wonder who the hell these people thought they were and felt insulted that they were not recognizing him for his special talents. What he did not realize was that all his mentors knew he could never reach his true potential unless it was grounded in true humility. They called Dean and ordered him to teach Michael how to clean the toilet bowl using his hand and the sponge. Michael was horrified at the thought.
Dean grabbed the sponge from Michael's hand and dipped it right into the water in the bowl, handed it to Michael and said, "Start scrubbing ... this used to repulse me too. But then I realized it was because I felt that everyone else was beneath me, somehow dirtier than me. Once you begin to know these guys, you will realize that the dirtiest of all is yourself, because of the way you look down on them", Dean shared with Michael to help him through this present crisis. "The first time I had to clean this toilet, they had me lick it afterward. That's what helped me realize that we all reap what we sow." Michael began scrubbing with more vim.
Now, with so many guys in the house, they had to do their exercises in pairs. All were expecting Michael to do poorly, but in spite of detox, he had been in excellent shape before coming into the program. (He was not so much addicted to drugs as a casual user who shot up to get an extra boost to enhance his performance), but ironically, it was his growing dependence on drugs that was eroding his self-confidence. Michael's lack of humility also hindered him; he had not come to see that his own artistic expressions were always limited by his failure to see beauty in others; his narcissism was an ugly blot which marred his personality. Danny sent for him in the afternoon and had him kneel before him staring at Danny's naked feet. Michael felt outraged, but he feared the master who was controlling all those around him with apparently no physical force. After two hours Danny spoke to him.
"Slave Michael. What have your learned?"
"Learned? What could I possibly learn staring at your damn smelly feet?" Michael said angrily.
Danny called to Dean and told him to put Michael on the examination table. Once Michael was strapped down to the table his feet were placed in the stirrups and secured so that they were completely immobile. Danny invited Andre to join him. They both began to work on Michael's feet. They licked his soles. They moved their tongues between Michael's toes. The sensations that Michael was receiving were incredible. No other part of his body was touched. Each toe was sucked, licked and caressed by both Danny and Andre. Michael was in seventh heaven. Never had he ever felt such exhilaration. Both men licked with equal fervour, but Michael noticed that he was enjoying Andre's ministrations more and felt closer to him then ever before.
After they finished, Danny said. "I hope you are learning something here." Michael was left bound on the table until dinner time. When the others gathered around the table, Danny again instructed Michael to get on his knees and stare at his feet. After about ten minutes, Danny felt Michael's tongue licking his toes. Michael worked his way around the table caressing each slave's feet with kisses and sucking each one's toes, but his heart really begin to beat faster when he arrived at Andre's feet last.
Later that night, Michael stood before Danny with bowed head and after asking permission to speak as Dean had instructed him said, "Thank you master for teaching me to appreciate the beauty of feet." Danny nodded, but did not reply.
The next day at breakfast Danny announced to the group that they were moving and that a van would soon arrive and they were all to help pack. He distributed to each a sweat suit, but no one moved to don the clothes until the van actually arrived. It took the better part of the day to pack up the van. That evening they all slept in sleeping bags with the idea of getting an early start in the rented van the next morning.
When they left just after daybreak, Danny himself remained behind. First he called his brother and offered him the use of the house. Sam had been living in rented apartments and could not believe his brother's generosity, but he also reminded Danny that his invitation was still pending. Later Danny went to meet the Secretary of Health.
Since the Secretary was inviting the meeting was held in the Outback restaurant. They didn't have beer on tap so Danny ordered a Tom Collins. The Secretary, a roly-poly sort of guy was obviously gay and eyed Danny and each of the waiters. His effeminate behaviour turned Danny off. He believed that everyone has a right to his sexual preference, but he didn't feel comfortable with guys who advertise it with a neon sign. In spite of his lack of physical attractiveness and his effeminacy, Charlie was a marvellous host and was very attentive to Danny and his preferences. His charm put Danny at ease. It also became very apparent that the man was very intelligent, unlike many doctors who because they learned medicine think that they are authorities on all matters.
Charlie showed himself to be a humble man. He explained the scandal to Danny and asked if Danny could take some of the patients from the Rehab Center that the State wanted to shut down as quietly as possible. Danny agreed to look over some of the files of the patients but was adamant that he could only take on a few of them. He was also very concerned about State interference in his program. Charlie explained that some of the patients were 'persona non grata' and the State would be only too happy to have them disappear. As far as the Governor was concerned there would be a one time payment for each inmate that Danny accepted and once in Danny's care their records would become lost in the archives they agreed on twenty bills for each . Danny went home with a file that contained a short description of each addict.
The list was long, but Danny eliminated all those who had a history of violent crimes and those over 40 years of age due to the hard work he would be expecting of these new slaves on the ranch. He chose three from the list. One was a Cuban who had immigrated to the states with his family at the age of 16. He was an only son and his parents were killed in a car accident. He became involved in the drug trade in Miami, but then when things got too hot for him he moved to Los Angeles where he went into a tail spin and fell into a full blown addiction. He was white-skinned, with dark hair and beautiful Latin eyes with long eye-lashes. He had a boyish face, a slight build, but was a tough kid. His name was Francisco Garcia but his friends called him Paco. He was 26 years old.
Danny's second choice was a black man. His face was beautiful with a resemblance to a famous actor, he had almost no body hair and his skin was smooth like velvet. He had wide shoulders and a thin waist. He was one of seven kids, each with a different father. His mother lived on the welfare system. This kid did well in school, but then dropped out of the third year of high and got mixed up with a gang. He really wasn't an addict, but he smoked an occasional bong. The State had blown his case and didn't want to put him in prison nor back on the street with nothing so he had been pushed under the carpet and lost in the State-run Rehab program. He was nineteen and he was called Jer (short for Jeremiah).
James or Jimmy was the last choice Danny made from the files he was offered.
Jimmy was very tall, 6' 3", smooth chest, hairy legs with a boy's face except for his mustache. Given a cowboy hat he would fit in perfectly on the ranch. He had a very hairy face which he kept groomed with a one or two day's growth which made him look very sexy. He had been caught selling controlled substances on his college campus in a sting operation. He was an occasional user of heroin. His head hair was jet black which he kept long and straight back. Jimmy was raised by an Aunt, who had all kinds of health problems and recently was suffering from diabetes and needed dialysis as well. Jimmy wasn't able to cope and almost never went home.
Danny called Charlie and gave instructions for the delivery of the three in a month's time. Charlie insisted on a more immediate date and they finally agreed on one week's time. Danny went on line, wrote his diary for the Nifty files, and sent them a donation in appreciation of the good work they do. Then he attended his business client's needs before packing up his PC and taking his personal items out to the rental car he had waiting in the garage. He drove to the airport and took the helicopter down to the ranch. When he arrived Gerson met him at the helipad with the golf cart and drove him up to the mansion where Kevin was walking on the clouds in his new professional style kitchen.
"Master, I can't believe this place. I feel like I died and went to heaven!" Kevin bubbled over.
Dean was laughing over Kevin's enthusiasm and was equally excited about being out in nature. He had never felt more free and now that Danny had arrived he began to feel at home. All three had set themselves together in the staff rooms of the bunk house. Andre and Michael had been accommodated in the dormitory. Danny wanted to see how the renovations were going in the barn. He had Gerson drive him down while Kevin prepared dinner with Dean's help.
Danny was amazed at the transformation of the barn. On the outside it remained practically the same as he had seen it on their first visit. But the inside was like a modern wing in any hospital or rehabilitation center. There were two padded cells, three guest rooms and one room set aside with the examination table and other items that Danny had ordered. Each room had its own toilet and there was a dark globe in the ceiling with remote controlled cameras which could be fed into Danny's PC up in the mansion.
Danny was very pleased, especially with the security systems which went far beyond his expectations. Gerson explained that each inmate could be injected with a microchip which could store gigs of information as well as serve to locate any of the slaves. At dinner that night, Danny presented each of his permanent slaves with a gold ankle chain. "I trust that you will wear this as a symbol that you accept me as your master." Gerson, Kevin and Dean had tears in their eyes as he used a small golden padlock to join the ends of each of the chains. Danny then put a golden chain on his own neck with the tiny key dangling in front. Andre and Michael had both witnessed this, Michael with a sense of awe.
When Danny had finished by putting the chain around his neck, Andre turned to Michael and said: "Michael, do you accept me as your master and promise to obey me in all I command you?"
"I am your slave. I will obey you in all, " Michael answered.
"Then suck my cock now, boy!" Andre said testing Michael.
Michael went down on his knees in front of Andre who had moved his chair back from the table. Andre and Michael had never had intimacy in front of the others. Michael's face was flushed. But he had learned to see Andre for much more than simply a coach who could help him win gold, he was now able to see the beautiful person who had not only helped improve his skating, but had rescued him from sure self-destruction and had helped him accept his homosexuality and now was showing him the depths of love.
While Michael's head bobbed in Andre's lap. Andre took a small box he had hidden under his table napkin and took out a small golden necklace with the letter 'S' dangling from it. He dangled it in front of Michael's face and as the boy stopped sucking and looked up quizzically, he put it around Michael's neck and then lifted him up and they both joined in a passionate kiss. Kevin came in with a bottle of champagne which Tom had left for them in the refrigerator and they toasted their new life on the Lazy N ranch.
That night Danny instructed Dean and Kevin to sleep together in the guest room in the mansion. He took Gerson into his own room. When they entered Danny's room, Danny slid aside the door concealing his security system, revealing a wall of monitors. He clicked on the guest room monitor and they both stood watching the two naked slaves kissing passionately. Danny came up behind Gerson and put a dog collar around his neck, followed by wrist restraints first on his right arm, then his left. Then he put restraints on Gerson's ankles and moved him over to a wooden frame that had been installed in his bedroom. He positioned Gerson against the frame and connected the wrist restraints to its upper corners and finally his ankles were stretched as close to the bottom corners as his legs would reach. Then he pulled out a whip with three short strands of about two and a half feet long. He moved it over Gerson's broad and smooth shoulders and then across his well formed chest.
"Who is your master?" Danny asked Gerson.
"You are Master. I belong totally to you." Gerson answered looking Danny in the eyes.
"Don't look me in the eyes, look down, slave." Danny said so he could stare into Gerson's beautiful face with his square jaw without feeling embarrassed. Danny kissed Gerson's forehead.
"So your body belongs to me and I am free to do what I will with it?" Danny teased his prey.
"Master, I am here to be used as you will." Gerson said humbly.
Wap, the whip fell on Gerson's back. The shock of the stroke caught him off guard and he yelped.
"Oh, God!" Gerson called out.
Wap, the whip fell again across his buttocks. Danny hit him hard, but had chosen a whip which would do Gerson no permanent harm. Wap, the whip struck the back of Gerson's thighs ... Gerson's cock was now fully engorged. Danny took his cock into his fist and tightened his fingers around it.
"And this penis, if I want to amputate it and have it preserved?" Danny continued to tease his victim.
"Master, I am yours, I am no one else's. All of me is yours to do with as you please." Gerson said lovingly.
They both stared at the monitor and could see Kevin and Dean now sprawled on top of their bed, with their arms and legs entwined in a knot of passionate bliss. Kissing each other's heads, nipples, bellies, and then moving into a classical sixty-nine position each concentrating on giving the other expressions of love, pleasure and joy that they had never even imagined existed. Danny then grabbed Gerson's testicles and pulled them low.
"These jewels, what if it pleases me to make you into a eunuch?" Danny continued the game.
"Take from me anything that pleases you, Master." Gerson said, declaring his unconditional love for Danny. Danny kissed Gerson and their tongues danced together in Gerson's mouth and then later in Danny's. Slowly Danny moved around Gerson's body kissing and licking him. When he was fully behind him, he lubricated his cock and then entered the beaten and bound body of his slave. In one continuous movement Danny slid into the body of this ex-addict and whispered in his ear.
"I am never so happy as when you are under my control and I am deep inside you, becoming one with my slave and letting my slave be one with me." he murmured. It only took Danny a few pumps of his mid-section to bring himself to an explosive orgasm. Gerson shot his wad at least three feet out onto the new carpet.
Both Dean and Kevin were now masturbating one another until they both came in unison and moved back into an embrace that made them feel that they could power the planet by the nuclear fusion of their beings. Danny untied Gerson and they continued their love-making in the bed until well into the night when they fell into a common dream of interpenetrations.
Several days later, back in the big city, Charlie had met with the three candidates that Danny had chosen. He explained to them that they had a choice of going to prison or accepting a new life on a sort of dude ranch as workers. He gave each copies of the papers that they needed to sign and made it clear, that if they preferred prison, it was unlikely that they would last a year. All three gladly signed away their lives. They were taken to the airport, cuffed and blindfolded. They had also been given sleeping pills with their breakfast to keep them as docile as possible. Charlie went back to his office and moved their files into the list of deceased inmates in State institutions.