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Chapter 3
Robbie tried to hide his face in his hands as he made the long trek home humiliated in the tight leather shorts. The blood stains, down his legs and chest from where the cane had cut him, exposed for anyone to see. Tears rolled down his face. What had he gotten himself into? What was this man going to do with him? What did he mean by settle his affairs? Would Charlie kill him next time? Fear coursed through his body. At one point, he ducked into an ally and broke down crying. He knew he could not run and hide. Charlie had his jewels locked up to see to that. Curling up in a tight ball against the dumpster, his tears would not stop. Would he rather die then having to explain this all to the police? Or would they only laugh anyway? God, how did he find himself here? He tried to reassure himself that it'd be ok. He had no choice but to march forward. Wiping his tears, he forced himself to continue his walk of shame home, praying none of the guys from the crew saw him like this.
The walk of hell continued as passersby pointed and laughed. Robbie took off running full speed ahead, risking his face being exposed and seen, and figuring less time was better. The pain pierced through his body with every movement from the deep cuts of the cane. When he thought his body could take no more, mentally and physically, he arrived home to his small apartment, diving inside of it and quickly collapsing just inside the door bawling hysterically into the carpeting as he curled up like a broken child. He rocked himself back and forth in a tight ball as he tried to calm down.
"Come on stop it you fucking baby, get it together.... you can do this," Robbie cursed to himself, as he forced himself up fumbling with the phone. He called his boss mumbling something about a stomach bug. After he dropped the phone to the floor, he went to the bathroom to see the damage.
He stared into the mirror in horror as he took a cold rag to clean the cuts on his chest first. His body kept jerking away as he tried to lightly clean the cuts. Long thin welts, one over his right side still bled. He held his breath as he took ointment and applied it to the open cut. A scream echoed off the bathroom walls as it began to sting. He picked the rag back up and tried to wash off some of the dried blood on his chest before he tried to look at the damage to his neck.
His neck bleed in spots from the jagged chain still locked around his neck. Fuck, how was he going to hide this? He could not hide in his apartment until that bastard called to finish him off. But maybe he could stall with vacation time. Very gently, he cleaned up the small drops of blood on his neck. He took a small hand towel to put it between the chain and his neck as a small protective barrier. It wouldn't help if the chain got caught and pulled, but it was his hope it would at least prevent it from constantly digging into his flesh.
Robbie slowly removed his shorts, biting his lip hard seeing his cock caged up. His face turned a deep red looking down at it with great shame. Then as he held his breath he turned to see the bloody mess that was his ass. He had lost count of how many times it fell, at least twenty he remembered. He cried out as the water from the rag touched the tender flesh. Shoving a towel into his mouth he forced himself to clean off the blood and clean out the cuts screaming into the towel. His body crumpled over the counter as he howled into the towel. The ointment had started a new fire to his ass.
Robbie stared hard into the mirror. Whoever he had been was gone now. Face it you sick fucking bastard; he thought to himself, you loved what that asshole did to you. Liked being fucked up, roughed up, and used. He's got you now. Who are you going to tell? You wanted that beeper to go off. Well you got what you wanted. Robbie cursed as he stared bitterly at himself in the mirror.
Ah, but the way His eyes sparkled during the kiss, there was not all darkness there, somewhere there was light. Someone wanted to love and be loved. Maybe there was a way to spare his life. Just maybe... maybe if he was good and did what the Man wanted, maybe that lonely Man inside would not have the heart to kill Robbie. What are you thinking, he asked himself. Was it better to live as that Man's toy to torture, or was it better if the Man just beat him to death? Were the shattering orgasms worth this, he asked himself looking at the ugly throbbing marks on his body.
Shaking his head, he walks sadly to his bed and curled up on his side not, wanting the sheets to touch his pounding chest or throbbing ass. He tried to rest his eyes so tired, it felt like the last few hours had been eternities. Despite the agony of pain that thundered through his body, he passed out, exhausted into a deep sleep, where the pain did not exist.
Robbie shot straight up in bed. Fuck! He never looked at the instructions! What if he had missed something? What if Charlie was on his way to kill him? SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! he panicked trying to remember where he put it down. Finding it by his door, he ripped open the envelope his heart thundering out of his chest. STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! he cursed to himself searching the letter, looking to see if he had missed anything today.
Tears of relief actually fell when he saw his first obligation was not until the morning. He did not recognize the address and wondered what he'd be walking into. But for the moment all was ok, Charlie wasn't going to kill him just yet. The letter was fairly long, but he could not bear to read it all just now and so he just glanced for the dates and times.
Robbie took the rest of the week off as vacation saying he just needed a break. Despite it being a warm day, he wore a hooded sweatshirt out trying to hide the chains around his neck as he went off to his first appointment. It was apparent that Charlie did not wait long for whatever it was that was going to be Robbie's fate. The address was a part of town Robbie was unfamiliar with, so he opted to take a cab instead of walking -- his bike had been taken by Charlie and was still somewhere downtown. He shifted uncomfortably in the back seat his ass still very raw and sore from the caning. Charlie had spared him none of His great strength when that cane flew through the air. Finally the cab got there. He gratefully jumped out, hoping whatever was in store did not involve a great deal of sitting.
His heart thundered inside his chest as he went into the office building and following the signs, walked to the back part to of the building and to a large wooden door. Not sure what was inside, he knocked quietly on the door. The door quickly opened and two large hands grabbed him and pulled him inside the door closing it quickly behind him again. Robbie forced himself not to fight back remembering Charlie's warning... or as He would call it, His promise. Two large men, dressed in white, stripped him of his clothing and dragged him back to a small exam room. They held him down and drew blood from his arm, then left saying the doctor would be with him in a moment and to just sit and wait.
"Oh my, Charlie was not at all exaggerating about you, boy. You are one fine specimen. My name is Dr. Hopkins. I'm a friend of Charlie's. No need to be scared, boy. I'm just going to make sure you are in good health. From what I hear, you are going to need to be in very good condition."
With that Dr. Hopkins said no more and went to work giving Robbie a very thorough physical and running a variety of tests, over half of which Robbie had no idea what the doctor was testing for, but he just quietly complied. Robbie thought he was going to die when the doctor gloved up his hand and lubed up to examine Robbie's rectum.
This had to be a good sign right? Charlie wouldn't shell out for medical bills if He was planning on killing him, Robbie thought to himself. Dr. Hopkins did put something on the cuts that dulled the pain some and for that Robbie was extremely grateful. He was sure of one thing, he'd do anything to avoid the fury of Charlie's cane again.
Just when Robbie was about to leave, Dr. Hopkins stopped him, "On your knees boy, you have to pay me yet. Suck my cock off and make it quick, I'm a busy man." Robbie swore the doctor had to be kidding, but his eyes showed no sign so Robbie, afraid of what Charlie would do, quickly dropped to his knees and went for the man's cock when Dr. Hopkins stopped him.
"Very good boy, the test was if you would obey. Now off with you," pausing for a moment as he lifted the boy back to his feet, "Best of luck to you, Robbie. Take this word of advice, do not anger Him. He is capable of great violence, always obey, always please." Robbie just nodded, having no doubt in what he was being told. The brief feeling that he might live was again gone. The fear continued to grow deep inside.
The next stop was just down the block from where he was. It was a fairly large leather specialty store "Westwood Leather." Robbie looked in awe at the variety of clothing. The store had a cozier atmosphere to it. It wasn't nearly as intimidating as Robbie feared it might be until a rather large, grouchy looking man approached him. The man looked Robbie up and down once, then reached into the collar of the sweatshirt until he found the leather handle on the jagged chain. He pulled on it and led Charlie to a back room.
He cut off Robbie's clothing never saying a word. Robbie looked at the floor, humiliated to be standing naked in front of this stranger. Again, never have spoken a word, the man took Robbie over his lap administering 10 hard firm smacks with his hand. The man never said what Robbie did wrong, but could tell that something had displeased this man. Robbie howled, sure the whole store could hear his screams. The smacks seemed hundred times worst because he was still sore from the cane.
The man then measured Robbie. Robbie could not get over how hot he did look in the various styles and outfits they put on him. If he had only known, he'd been wearing leather for a long time before now. The man would never speak a word nor did Robbie, not wanting to get into any more trouble. After hours of being put into a wide array of clothing, he was put in a comfortable pair of leather pants with leather suspenders and a leather cap with a chain around the front. The man just grabbed the jagged chain handle and pulled Robbie out of the store.
His next instructions led him to a tattoo and piercing parlor, "Bodily Designs." This building was small and tucked away. Robbie walked past it three times before finding it. The building looked old and dirty, the dingy sign hanging from the brick on a rusty post. Once he stepped inside, however, the look was neat and professional. This helped Robbie relaxed a little bit, but he remained very apprehensive.
A big burly hairy man strapped Robbie down to a chair and went to work. Like the man at the leather shop, he was quiet and felt no need to explain to Robbie was going to happen to him. Robbie stared at the equipment terrified as the man prepared his right nipple. Robbie's body jerked against the binds as the nipple was pierced; a small hoarse cry escaped his lips. Tears rolled down his face as the man repeated the process to the left nipple. Robbie looked down to see two large gold rings now pierced through his nipples.
The man then proceeded to force Robbie's mouth wide open sticking in two stoppers to hold the mouth open. He used a metal thong to pull out Robbie's tongue to hold it in place. Robbie violently fought against the binds seeing what was coming but it was futile. The man had secured him tightly to the chair seeing to it Robbie could not escape. Robbie almost passed out as his tongue was pierced. A large steel bar now invaded his mouth.
Lastly, he blindfolded the boy and went to work tattooing something over his pubes. He couldn't tell what the man was putting there, but there was a horrible sinking feeling at the pit of his stomach as the man tattooed. When the man set him free, Robbie opted to wait until he was home to see what would now be permanently over his cock. Everything in his body, told him it would not be good. Robbie felt sick the entire way home.
Reaching home, Robbie went straight to the bathroom to try to prepare for what his tattoo was. Pulling down the pants, the tattoo brought instant tears rolling down his face, screaming out, "NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! YOU BASTARD! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Reading the word in horror, he fell to the floor sobbing hysterically. What was to come of him now??