"Punishment Deserved"
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"Artistic Tattoo and Piercing Studio, this is James. How may I help you?"
"Hello, I've been referred to you by Santino, I understand you offer certain services for shall we say domestics?"
"Yes sir, but we don't discuss those over the phone, would you like to set an appointment for that?"
"No, I've been given an outline for a full indoctrination; I understand your price is $1500.00 including all services and jewelry?
"Well yes sir, but we usually do like to have an appointment first to verify the services to be offered beforehand."
"I understand but this is a special circumstance. I would prefer to remain anonymous for various reasons, and would prefer this be handled with all discretion. Would you be able to come to an address and take control of the individual, completing all services there and then leave when you have finished?"
"That is unusual but could be arranged. There would of course need to be certain equipment available. We would provide any implements we need but restraints etc. would need to be provided."
"Understood, I can arrange for those to be present, as a matter of fact a fully equipped room would be at your disposal with various chairs, restraints etc."
"Very well, when and where would you like for this to take place and how would you prefer to arrange payment. You can understand something of this nature needs to be paid at time of service or before."
"That is easy enough to arrange, the individual will be present to let you in unaware of what is to happen. He will actually let you in expecting you to be servicing the room. Once he has led you to the room you will simply take control and complete your services. There will be an envelope in the room to your right as you enter and it will contain your payment for services. Don't be concerned with a release as you should forward them to the following email address rodwrt@aol.com and they will be completed and included in the envelope."
"You are aware of the full menu of services included in that package sir?"
"Yes I want everything to be done as listed; you don't need to go over them at this point. The domestic receiving your services will be unaware of what is going on and has no say in what is to be done. Just complete your job and everything will be satisfactory. There may even be a generous tip if you handle things with the proper attitude and make the recipient fully feel the magnitude of your services."
"Very well, and when and where should this take place? The earliest time we have available for an outcall such as this would be towards the end of this week, say Friday evening."
"Good, Friday should work well, shall we say about seven in the evening. The address is 1836 Farrington Drive. Come to the back entrance and ring the bell. The domestic will answer and take you directly downstairs to the room. Let him lead you in, then lock the door and order him to do your bidding. He will be instructed to do as you command and will not disobey. Once you have finished remove the restraints from his wrists then unlock the door and exit. Leave it unlocked and let yourself back out. I am sure in his condition it will take a little time for him to remove the rest of his restraints and be in a condition to leave the room."
"Are there any other special instructions sir? Is there a name we should use when dealing with him?"
"Just be sure he remains subservient at all times. You may call him boi or any other derogatory term you feel appropriate and feel free to demean him. Whatever you do, do not listen to anything he might say, do not under any circumstances believe anything he tells you. He has had this coming for a long time and would probably say anything at the time to convince you to stop. Don't let him get away with it. Carry out your instructions to the letter and even a little overboard would be acceptable, so long as he is not permanently damaged, that is, beyond what is ordered. Whether or not you are ever referred, called again or receive a tip will depend on how well you carry out these instructions"
"Very well sir, as you order. He will remember what we have done for a long time."
"I am counting on exactly that. Thank you I will be in touch. Good bye."
"Good bye sir and thank you for calling."
"James, did I hear what I think I just heard?"
"Yeah Tony, Friday we have a date to fix some guy up real well!"
"Full package?"
"Yes, it should take us a few hours. We'll need to pack up our equipment though we are doing everything as an outcall. I guess the guy is lucky his owner ordered the full rather than the extreme package, a few less pieces of jewelry to take along and install. If it weren't for the fun we'll have we should be charging more but it's an alright way to spend a Friday night as far as I'm concerned and you never balked at the idea either, have you?"
"No way, I can hardly wait to see the fear in his eyes as we do our thing! Why no appointment? We normally don't do these services without a full discussion of all services involved beforehand."
"It seems that Mr. Santino gave the referral and the guy calling knows what all is involved. He just wants some servant of his put in his place and everything done on the QT. Hey man if the guy was referred by our boss it's not our place to ask questions, understood?
"Understood, just how far are we supposed to go?"
"The full package and we can improvise a little so long as we don't do any more damage than what is expected with the services. He did say to be sure and demean the sucker some while we are at it."
"Gawd, I'm dripping already at the prospect, when did you
say we are doing this?"
"Day after tomorrow, Friday evening about seven."
Friday Late Afternoon
"Tony, got everything in the van?"
"Yeah James I'm ready to roll. Are you?"
"We'll leave about 6:30, don't want to show up too early. Besides this way we have time to do a little work out to get nice and pumped. Have a light bite to eat. Oil up and then get into those new outfits the boss sent over last week. Between the leather harnesses all the metal studs and the cod piece we should be able to scare the hell out of the poor sap we're going to work over. Our jump suit maintenance outfits should be real easy to vacate once we get into the room. That poor guy will never know what hit him."
"I wonder why Mr. Santino sprang for the new outfits? They really are hot but it looks like they cost more than this job is worth. Think we could wear them after work and cruise a little?"
"I don't think that would be a wise idea. The last guy that decided to take advantage ended up disappearing after Mr. Santino found out and hasn't been seen since. I wouldn't take that chance ever."
The two men made their way into the exercise room in the basement of their office building. As usual they stripped out of their clothes and proceeded to work out without the cumbersome presence of attire. Once out of their clothes they popped in the protective contact lenses and after flipping the light switches proceeded to spot for each other as they worked their way around the room progressively increasing the weights being manhandled for each section of their bodies as muscles began to swell and veins became all that more prominent. Each minute they sweated and labored or pushed and prodded their partner the sunlamps in the ceiling contributed to the ever darkening of their skin. With the total lack of covering their body exhibited no tan lines. Truth be told one would not believe the difference. Both men had a deep bronze tone that only accentuated the God like appearance of their bodies. James stood at 6'3" and weighed around 210. That may seem a bit heavy but his waist was but 29" and each of his powerful thighs came very close to being the same measurement. His chest exploded over his washboard abs to over 56" and was exceeded only by his phenomenal shoulders that looked like a 747 could land between them. He kept himself trimmed and so sported a fine covering of fur over his pectoral area and down through the center forming a slightly darker trail that fanned out just enough to top his genital area. From the top of the root of his cock to his perineum he was shaved smooth. His scrotal sack hung down a good six inches but looked as if they were well weighted with the heavy balls protruding like tangelos to each side of center. This alone would be enough to make one drool but they could only be seen when his cock swung out of the way when he moved as it was even longer, the tip hanging several inches lower than his sack and with its width covering all too much of that which hung behind. The head was a beautiful pink prominently perched at the end of the magnificent shaft smooth but for the multitude of veins showing through the translucent skin and variegating the surface with ridges in all the right places. The helmet of his weapon met the shaft with a pronounced ridge that produced a deep valley between it and the shaft. As their exercise progressed that head became a deeper and deeper purple as the entire organ became more engorged. As if his body wasn't fabulous enough he had long ago had just a few pieces of very impressive jewelry attached, from the heavy solid rings through his nips to the much larger and heavier one through the end of his cock. No wonder his cock hung so low the weight must have stretched it over the years. Even so each piece looked brand new as it sparkled under the lights of the workout room. James was a good example of a talented tattoo artist; an intricate pattern adorned his shoulders and the caps of his upper arms. One would have thought they looked somewhat tribal in their intricate patterns but rather than the dull solid black patterns often seen these where in a multitude of colors that could only leave one with awe for their beauty.
Tony was a good match for his partner, where James was dark headed with deep brown eyes that could swallow someone whole, Tony was light almost blond with eyes of sapphire that seems to hold the heavens. Almost as tall, he stood at 6'1-1/2" and was a close 195 lbs. His waist was just as thin as his partner and his shoulders quite close to as broad. His chest was thicker and his areoles were as large as half dollars with nipples that would rival the size of any pencil eraser each standing a proud «" away from his smooth chest. The lights sparkled off his nipple rings, a matched set over an inch in diameter and 10 ga. His arms appeared like tree trunks with his biceps looking like oversize softballs mounding in the center of his upper arms to the point it was impossible to bend his elbow hardly anywhere near his shoulder. The back of his arms were not neglected and stood thickly in prominence when his arm was in an extended position. Tony's tattoos were more extensive than James as one could only guess that James had been the artist. Tony was not overly covered but the fineness and extent seemed to leave little area of his body without some small bit of artistry that individually appeared intricate and beautiful but when viewed in its totality over his entire body was nothing short of magnificent. The characters were so lifelike but not overbearing, hiding, ready to prance on some unsuspecting prey, snakes, dragons, winged and without wings seemed to sneak out from the most unexpected places. Again as with James the colors were of the rainbow with any combination imagined. The musculature of his body just brought all of it to life. By the time the harnesses would adorn their bodies they would truly be a sight of supreme impression.
High tight and ample butts kept their upper legs or lower backs from coming close to the benches as they lay prone on their backs to push their bodies through the grueling progression of exercises they followed on a regular schedule.
Each exercise brought Tony closer to full mast and before they could finish half of their program his tool extended like a skyscraper high above his body pulsing with each beat of his heart. It would be a tight fit this evening for the cod pieces. Each man had adorned themselves with the required cock ring of heavy stainless steel after disrobing since it would be impossible to get them on later. The heavy ring attached around the ball sac pushed the balls deep in their sacs and stretched the skin till it had a very thin and translucent appearance. The cod piece would appear as if it were ready to burst and just might as the tensions would rise during the evenings encounter.
As the final exercise was completed the men quickly got into their new leather gear after applying the coat of oil that made their entire bodies glisten. Between the aroma of their bodies and the scent of the new leather their presence would be well announced. The pheromones would be in abundance this evening. Then donned their so-called maintenance jumpers and after a quick snack found the clock to be announcing their departure.
The drive through the countryside would have been calming for anyone else on any other day but the two men had a mission, they were sexually charged and about to cause someone to experience feeling they would never forget. Each man felt a tingly warmth within his skin as every inch of their being was readied for the encounter they would enjoy. They had long ago realized their exuberance in meting out the type of punishment they were about to deliver. They too had pleasured under the feel of the whip, never so brutal as to break skin or leave a lasting mark, but enough to impart a painful remembrance of just how the body felt when assaulted thusly. Each piercing and tattoo had been done in such a way that the pain elevated them to another dimension, brought about a form of euphoria unmatched by any other assault on their senses. Their crotches continued to pulse as the blood flowed only to be trapped in the weapons that would soon be unleashed as part of the scene to change some stupid domestics life for ever. Tomorrow would be the first day of a totally new life for this domestic. His owner had decided that the steps would be taken to show him just how owned and under the power of another he had become. This was these men's job and they reveled in the enjoyment of carrying out their deepest desires while providing a service they actually got paid for. They would enjoy this evening very much.
All too soon they found the address, it wasn't difficult, as expected it was a large estate, surprising nothing had been said about a gate but it was open, so they drove through and as instructed found their way around the mansion and pulled up to a rear entrance. Very fitting it looked like a servant's entrance and they were there to deal with a servant, or at least someone who would soon find out that they were in the fullest sense of the term. Grabbing their bags from the back they made their way to the door and rang the bell.
Within moments the door opened and standing before them was a striking man of about thirty-five years of age. He appeared to be rather muscular in stature and quiet in character. His dark hair was neatly trimmed and well cared for. His body had been trained and cared for with a great deal of effort. He bore a striking similarity in build with his soon to be tormentors. His brown eyes held a depth and beauty seldom seen or at least acknowledged in men. A certain twinkle emanated from them and seemed to invite their viewer in. Calmness seemed to reside there but at the same time an indication of some other turmoil brewing just under the surface existed. James could see the dichotomy in front of him but felt that there was a job to be done, no matter what this domestic may be thinking James and Tony were there for one reason, to bring a new awareness to this boi, a new depth of feelings though pain he probably had never encountered in his life before. The two would enjoy their endeavors tonight. Without hesitation the boi stepped back from the door to allow them entrance and as they passed him said, "Welcome sirs, I believe you are here to work on the exam room I will show you the way, if you will follow me."
Without comment James and Tony followed the man. Down the hall from the entrance hallway, through a huge kitchen large enough and equipped enough to prepare for hundreds. Through a door down a flight of stairs and along another long hallway they walked without comment. As they approached the end of the hall a massive door appeared before them and without hesitation the domestic opened the door and stepped inside to allow them entrance. Stepping over to the table he picked up the aforementioned envelope and handed it to James. As James took the envelope in hand Tony quickly shut the door behind them.
"Will you be requiring my services sirs?" asked the gentlemen. As he heard the lock engage in the door he turned slightly to see Tony removing his hand from the lock.
"Boi, yes you will stay we have some things to attend to and you are very much what we will attend to!" said James.
"Sirs, I do not understand how may I be of service, what do you mean I am what you will attend to?"
"Slap", resounded through the room as this domestic fell backward quickly covering his reddening check with his hand as James answered his question with action rather than word.
"Get you ass over here and help us out of these uniforms boi."
Boi looked bewildered but stepped forward and started to reach for the zipper at the upper chest of James. As he came within inches of his target once again James slapped him, this time on the other side of the face. "Use you teeth, you little faggot, you're not worthy enough to use the same hands on our uniform that you jerk yourself off with."
A look of shock crossed their captives face but with an unforeseen twinkle in his eye he leaned forward and with his teeth grasped the end of the zipper and began to pull it downwards. As the zipper revealed the skin and leather beneath the scent of this god before him assaulted his senses and he was almost overcome with the effect. He felt suddenly a little light headed but managed to continue his travail. As the zipper got lower he suddenly became aware of the great protuberance before him and though he might pass out from the combination of sight and smell. Realizing his effect on this boi, James shrugged his massive shoulders and the uniform/jumper began to fall towards the floor. Using his teeth the boi unlaced James boots and after James used his toe to his heel and kicked off his boots the boi managed to pull the last vestige of the jumper over James's foot and free it totally from his body. Boi kneeled in wonder as he looked up and drank in the sight before him. A quick kick planted between his legs by Tony caused him to realize he still had another uniform to remove and he turned and stood to start the procedure again. It was evident that the sight of these two men was having its effect as the front of Boi's trousers was tenting dramatically. While Boi removed the jumper from Tony, James had replaced his boots and retied them. As soon as Tony's jumper was removed he did likewise and in no time was back in his boots as well.
Without a comment James grabbed a special knife from his bag and before Boi knew what was happening the knife was slicing through his shirt. First the knife cut from the neck on each side down the sleeve and then down the back. The shirt fell apart and away from boi's body hanging only where it was inserted in the top of his trousers. The tee shirt underneath was grabbed in the front by James and in the back by Tony and as if it were rehearsed they both pulled at the same time and it ripped in two to be thrown to the floor seconds later in pieces. Tony then put both arms under boi's armpits and with ease lifted him off the floor while his codpiece ground into his captive's ass. James barely leaned over and grabbed each of boi's feet and removed his shoes then his socks and threw them across the room. While still in this elevated position James reached forward and ripped the button at the top of boi's trousers and with a hand on each side pulled the zipper out of its placket exposing the thin cotton covering a very erect cock underneath.
Placing his hand over the mound before him James looked the boi directly in the eye and said, "So a little excited over what's going on? Let's just see what you have hidden in there that's so desperately trying to get out!" With a hand on each hip James grabbed the sides of Boi's trousers and catching the cloth underneath pulled quickly and in seconds they were joining the shoes across the room. As the pants fell so did the shirt and Boi was now elevated in the air stark naked with his ass firmly planted over Tony's cod piece. His own cock was pointing straight out from his body and one could see a glistening over the head as precum had begun to flow.
Tony placed him back on his feet but grabbed both of his wrists and pulled them behind him. A couple of clicks later and a pair of handcuffs had been applied. Tony then reached out and cupping the two globes before him began to knead and massage them.
James began to draw circles around each of the nipples on his captives chest and as he circled closer and closer finally pinched each nipple between a set of fingers and began to apply more pressure as he twisted and twisted. "Stop I can't stand this, please don't do this to me," boi cried as tears began to form at the edge of each eye.
"Nothing you say is going to save you from this now, we've only just started you have a long way to go before we are finished, so just shut up and take it!" James retorted as he dug his fingernails deeper into the fleshy nubs in front of him.
After playing with the nubs for fifteen or so minutes and causing Boi to come to full tears James pulled him forward and moved him over to the center of the room. The entire time James had been working his torture Tony had been alternating between kneading Boi's ass and reaching around and circling Boi's nut sac with his hand he would then grasp tightly and pull down. Once he had pulled down quickly he would then hold the position for a few minutes slowly increasing the pressure and the stretch. Then he would suddenly release and go back to his kneading. Occasionally one hand would find itself slowly raking a fingernail in the deep trench stopping slightly to encircle the rosebud buried there.
Once James had Boi positioned he released the cuffs and one at a time reconnected the wrists to bindings from the ceiling. Boi found himself to quickly be stretched, his toes just barely able to stabilize him on the floor, soon he felt something being attached to his ankles and he realized he was now hanging in an X position with his body totally exposed.
A click and the sound of clippers reverberated through the room as Tony and James began with clippers in hand to remove any vestige of hair on Boi's body. They worked from his toes up avoiding his genitals until every piece of hair had been removed from his neck down. They then covered him with shaving cream and began the process of shaving him to ensure as close a cut as possible. James made quick work of the front of Boi's body while Tony took a little longer cleaning all other areas then with one hand spreading the cheeks of Boi's ass and with the other slowly and carefully removing every strand of hair throughout his trench and perineum as well as the insides of his thighs. In the meantime James moved to the genital area and very methodically he removed all the hair to be found there. As he worked his way around he used one hand on Boi's cock to expose or better enable him to access the area he wished to denude. Cock snot dripped from the handle as James manhandled his subject. When completed each man grabbed a warm wet towel and began to remove the last signs of the shaving cream. A sigh of relief was audible from boi as he though the worst was over, at least for the shaving. Much to his surprise his entire body seemed to catch on fire as a cold liquid was flooded over his newly shaved area and something at first very cooling and then searingly hot was applied to his rosebud. He screamed in agony as he felt his entire body from the neck down begin to burn. They had doused his skin with alcohol and applied Ben gay liberally to his ass as well as to his nipples, they had even taken a gob of the Ben gay and pushed it into his piss slot and around the head of his cock. The next thirty minutes were pure hell as he hung while the chemicals caused his nervous system to overload with the pain he was experiencing. In the meantime James and Tony where cleaning up from the shave and preparing things for the next item on their program. Tears were streaming from Boi's eyes as he rasped for breath and kept repeating a mantra of "NO, please NO more, NO, please NO more, whatever you want, just No more!"
James and Tony laughed as they heard the plea, nothing would keep them from finishing what they had started, they hadn't done hardly anything yet, there was so much more to do.
As the half hour finished the pain was wearing away and the crying was somehow being curbed. Perhaps Boi was realizing that his plea would remain unanswered.
Suddenly his attention was captured as he felt some cold metal object being placed around the top of his ball sac. Within moments he could feel the object beginning to warm but the pressure was increased till it felt this thing was strangling his balls. He could feel there restraint in a very tight covering of their skin and they felt so far away from where they normally resided. He could only surmise that some type of ball stretcher made of metal had been attached to his scrotum.
A moment later then bar between his ankles was removed and as quickly each wrist was unfastened. His sigh of relief was however; short lived as he soon found himself forced over a pummel horse. His ass exposed and his cock and balls hanging down at the end of the pummel horse. His ankles were quickly reattached to restraints and likewise his wrists were detained forcing him in a position that didn't allow for any movement. Suddenly there was additional pressure on his balls as he felt someone's hand attaching something to the stretched ball sac and then pulling it down towards the floor. The pain in his balls was excruciating. At the same time he could feel moisture as his cock moved against the pummel horse. How could he be excited over this, he was leaking like a faucet, that moisture was his precum, and there seemed to be a lot of it.
Suddenly there was a hand on his hip and he felt something hard between the cheeks of his ass. A moment later and a pain ripped through his being like he had never felt before and he could feel wiry hair against his ass. He had been skewered by one of these guys! There was a very big cock up his ass and it was splitting him in two. His entire ass burnt. He thought the Ben gay was bad this was even worse. The pain radiated out from his sphincter in all directions. Worse than that, he felt so full. His mind couldn't process all the sensory input it was receiving. Then the log started to pull out. No sooner did it start to pull out then it rammed back in. In and out, the pain started to dissipate and another feeling started to grow. This feeling was not of pain it was of pleasure; he was starting to enjoy what was happening to him. No sooner did he start to bask in the pleasure that was starting to flood through his body then he felt something at his lips. Opening his eyes he saw Tony attempting to force his horsecock down his throat. He wouldn't open his mouth to receive it, Tony knew this reaction and just took two fingers and pinched boi's noise so he couldn't breathe. It only took a few moments and Boi's mouth flew open to gasp for air. In that moment Tony slid forward and rammed his cock down Boi's throat. Boi felt like he was going to choke but Tony gave him no slack and began his piston type action repeatedly filling Boi's throat with his cock then pulling almost out to ram in again. Once again the sensory overload was almost enough for Boi to lose consciousness. But the action kept on and he didn't faint, he could feel his throat getting sorer but his ass was feeling oh so good and then suddenly he felt himself go over the top into the abyss where he suffered the petite mort. His sphincter clamped down, James's cock was suddenly held in a vice, the pressure of which caused him to explode inside Boi and Boi exploded with volley after volley of cum shooting straight out of his cock towards the floor.
James pulled out signaling Tony and the two switched places. Boi quickly swallowed James's cock and suckled on it like a new born babe while Tony wasted no time and penetrated Boi with his weapon in one fell swoop. Tony continued his assault and finding just the right angle was able to hit Boi's prostrate with each thrust. In no time Boi was ready to shoot again and did so but not until after his sphincter had clamped down once again and this time took Tony over the top along with him. The quantity of cum that Tony ejaculated when added to what James left was sufficient to cause it to run out of Boi's ass around Tony's cock as quickly as Tony was pumping it in.
The task completed James and Tony wasted no time and in a matter of seconds had Boi released, turned over and reattached. Boi's cock had blown off twice but still stood like a shaft of steel. The head was purple and hard as the shaft below. Cum still coated the tip and a pool could be seen on the floor. With great dexterity James grabbed Boi's cock, swabbed it with a disinfectant solution and placing the receiver in position, took a piercing needle and shoved it through the bottom of the shaft into the receiver. He then slid a Prince Albert wand down the urethra and as quickly pushed the attaching bar with a knocker through the piercing and screwed them together. A few twists, and the ball was placed on the end of the wand. The first piercing was completed. It had all happened so quickly that Boi had not even deflated; his cock still stood proudly pointing at a decent angle towards his abs.
Boi was released from the horse to stand. He required assistance to do so but soon found that rather than human assistance he would once again be held in place with mechanical assistance. He was soon attached to a bar on either side such that his wrists were extended straight out from his body. His feet were spread and attached so they could not move. He was standing so that he had to look slightly up to see his tormentor as James stood before him. He could hear sound behind him and realized that his other tormentor was procuring something else out of his supply bags.
As he looked forward James just smiled as he started to berate him and tell him what a degenerate piece of shit he really was. He was no longer a man but a plaything for real men to use and abuse. The wand in his cock would see that he could not ejaculate unless he was given permission to remove either the ball on the end or the actual wand. The stretcher would constantly remind him that the entire area belonged to someone else and was no longer his to enjoy or play with. But they were not finished, soon they would add something else but first he would feel the pain that he deserved.
No sooner than James had finished his diatribe there came a whoosh through the air and stars appeared before Boi's eyes as something make contact with his ass and sent millions of points of pain flooding over all his senses. Before he could comprehend the onslaught it struck again, sending even more intense pain through his system. He realized that it felt like a thousand bees where stinging him all at the same time. A whoosh sound through the air and then the attack of the bees. He was being flogged with a cat. He could almost feel the moisture running down his legs. Was it sweat or was it blood? He had no way of knowing. After several blows of the cat, all went quiet. The only sound in the room was the gasping for air being made by Boi. James reached forward and unscrewed the ball from the end of the wand.
A different sound exploded behind him and a single spot on his ass shouted as the pain erupted then radiated out. Another in a different area, the same reaction, intense searing pain in a localized point then it radiated out from there. Several more followed but then one didn't touch his ass; it came across his back and wrapped around him to encircle his left nipple. The sting was unbearable. But at the same time he could not believe in all of his pain his cock was harder then it had ever been in his life. Though the end of the wand he was practically pissing precum.
Then it happened, his assailant had moved to the other side and the whip, yes that is what he had seen, a long black woven leather whip came across his back wrapped around him and encircled his right nipple. The sting was only the beginning of the sensations within his body. Oh, yes the pain was unbearable but at that precise moment in time everything inside him forced its way through his cock and with the ball off the end of his wand he shot his first volley of cum across the room. Each subsequent shot went just a little shorter distance but by the eighth shot he was still shooting several feet away. His body was drained like it had never been before, his balls must be empty, and felt like they were in a vacuum, nothing was left, the pain in his ass and his chest was beyond comprehension.
He thought nothing more could surmount what had already occurred but then he felt hands on his chest. First something cold, oh that felt good to help dissipate the pain from the whip. Then he felt something else, a pressure on each of his nipples as something compressed each of them from either side at the same time. As his head shifted and he looked down upon his chest he saw his two tormentors, each holding one of his tits with a clamp compressing it like a pancake then his eyes opened wider in terror as each man pushed a needle through a nipple and in a manner of seconds replaced it with a large and heavy ring. A quick squeeze of a special pair of pliers and the solid ring was permanently attached.
James continued to stand in front of his prey and with his hand proceeded to stroke Boi's cock. It had never gone down. The excitement of the scene had kept him engorged, dripping and pulsing. As James could see him approaching another climax he winked at Tony and just as Boi when into the throes of another orgasm Tony assaulted Boi's ass with a long and wide wooden paddle. As each volley shot out another blow landed with the paddle. All too soon both ended and Boi finally slumped down hanging by his restraints.
There was just a little left to do. While James pushed the pummel horse in front of Boi, Tony released his wrists so that he could lean him forward over the horse. Refastened Boi stood bent at the waist his much reddened ass prominently on display. Removing yet more equipment from a nearby bag Tony prepared the tools and handed them as needed to James. A shout could be heard as James began to emblazon Boi's ass with a tattoo. After the beating he had endured even the lower level pain of a tattoo needle was almost too much to bear. Per the instructions given to him by Mr. Santino James quickly managed to render the tattoo with his usual array of colors and beauty of design. This was a symbol, a crest shall we say that the owner had specified be permanently affixed, a reminder of what had occurred. Still screaming, the task was suddenly done and the two men released the bindings and flipped Boi over. As much as he had gone through his cock still stood tall and hard. James laughed as he grabbed it and began the even more painful procedure of tattooing another image around the shaft in his hands. He had thought it rather odd that the design specified was very similar to the one he himself wore but on his arms, certainly not around the shaft of his cock. Screams of pain turned to whimpers as the needle continued its endeavor and Boi's throat became so hoarse he could no longer produce very much of a level of sound. As abrupt as it had begun, it ended. The two men felt they had completed their assignment and picked up their items of torture. They quickly pulled on their jump suites and Tony started for the vehicle. James was in awe of what this domestic had endured and really felt somewhat sorry for him. He knew that he had done each thing according to the order, in some cases had been a little rough but he had followed what Mr. Santino had told him to do. They had a conversation after the call had been received and Mr. Santino had instructed him on just how much more he was to do. The one thing left to do was to remove the restraints from Boi's hands. It seemed funny to have to refer to this guy as Boi but that was all he had, along with the instructions that he was not to know anything else about the guy. After all, the less he knew the less likely there could be a problem later, there was a release in the envelope or at least he hoped there would be. He was told by Mr. Santino to retrieve the envelope and bring it back to him unopened. He was concerned with the arrangement and had asked Mr. Santino about it and that's what he had been told. Since Mr. Santino was his boss he felt he should do as asked. He liked his job too much to lose it over some petty curiosity. If the boss said pick up an envelope when you do your job and bring it back unopened then that's what he would do. As he went to Boi to remove the wrist restraints he felt Boi could hardly stand, so he decided to provide him with a chair to recover in. He would leave the ankle restraints as directed but at least the guy wouldn't fall over from being unable to stand. With the chair in place he reached to unfasten the wrist restraints, as he did Boi wrapped his arms around James and weakly whispered "Thank you."
As James looked into Boi's eyes he found no hatred as he expected but a look of peace and contentment, almost love. This rattled James to his core and without thinking returned the hug, kissed Boi fully and deeply on the lips and said, "You're welcome."
James turned grabbed his bag and left quickly. When he got to their vehicle Tony was his usual self and was trying to convince James that they should stop to cruise, after all, the outfits they were wearing under the jumpsuits were really something. Tony was sure it would take no time at all to find a sub that would be more than happy to spend the rest of the night with them and let them do anything they wanted.
James was in a distant place. Physically he was there but mentally, no way, he wasn't even really listening to Tony. Something about their encounter tonight had shaken him up. He couldn't figure out just what it was but something had grabbed at the very core of his being and he didn't know what the hell had happened. He drove directly back to their office and after demanding that Tony cut with the crap he was asking they changed to their regular attire, hung the outfits in a locker and each headed their own way.
Tony did go cruising and got lucky but that's a story for another time.
James just went back to his apartment and tried to go to bed. He just couldn't sleep; he tossed and turned all night.
The next day he went into the office as usual and stopped in to see Mr. Santino since he was in his office. It wasn't every Saturday that Mr. Santino came in, as a matter of fact it was very seldom that he came in on Saturday, so that plus the fact that James was still bummed out over last night made him want to talk to Mr. Santino a little; maybe find out a little more about the guy that had hired them for last night.
"James, I'm glad to see you came in today!" said Mr. Santino.
"Well, I'm glad you are here. Something just seems weird about last night; I can't put my finger on it. I know that the guy who placed the order was to be anonymous but is there anything you can tell me?" replied James.
"Well remember first of all there was a promise about a tip dependent on how things worked out and how well you did?"
"Yes sir, I do remember that now that you mention it but I can't see someone giving me a tip for doing what I did to that guy last night. It just felt like I crossed some line. We did everything we were supposed to do like you told me but somehow, something just sticks in my crawl. I don't know what it is and I get a feeling it's going to bug me till I figure it out."
"In a way I'm somewhat glad you feel that way. I have been asked to not tell you anything for several reasons, but what you did last night was exactly what was asked and hoped for. As a result it has been requested that you return and meet the individual that requested the services."
"Is that really a good idea, after what I did I don't know if I could face that poor boi if he had to wait on me or something while I visited his master."
"Bull, you know as well as I do that our services are to fulfill the desires of masters and whip shall we say, their servants in line. You provide a service, no more, no less. A servant should be thanking you for correcting him and showing him the error of his ways."
"That's just it. Usually they may say thank you or some such thing but the boi last night said it in such a way and with a look in his eyes that scared me to death. I just can't understand it."
"All the more reason you need to go there. I knew you would come in today so I came in just so I could see you and let you know that you should be there at 5:00 this afternoon. You will be joining the master of the house for cocktails, dinner then at some point conversation. I am told that he was very pleased with your services and wishes to discuss something with you."
"Now you really have me scared, do you have any idea what he wished to discuss?"
"James, I already told you there is nothing more I can tell you. Other than you are to dress casual, not in a suit."
"Yes sir, what ever you say. Five o'clock this afternoon, dress casual."
As the day wore by James grew all the more nervous, there was just something that nagged at him and he couldn't put a finger on what it was. He wasn't all that sure that he wanted to go back there, but this was a friend of his boss and if he wanted to keep his job he'd better show. No matter how much his brain told him to be wary of what might be about to come his only consolation was that Mr. Santino had said that the Master was very pleased with what he had done. He was, after all, going to get his tip, which should be the extent of it. The fact that he had been invited to dinner and some conversation were just extra. May be the Master wished to discuss ways of keeping the domestic in line for the future. Finally the hour arrived that he should be leaving and he headed back for the estate.
As he approached he saw the gates were closed this time. Pulling up to the gate he heard the intercom inquire as to his presence. He replied that he was James from Artistic Tattoo and Piercing Studio and his presence had been requested by the owner of the estate at 5:00 o'clock.
"Very well Sir, I will open the gate, please pull in front and come to the main door, I will meet you there."
James pulled in as the massive gates opened and in the daylight he could see the actual enormity of the estate. Following the drive to the left he pulled in front of the massive structure.
Calmly exiting his car he approached the front door. Just as he reached the top step the door opened and a silver haired gentleman in butler's attire appeared next to the door. "I am Robert sir and am pleased to welcome you to Grandview Estates. If you will follow me to the drawing room Master will join you momentarily for cocktails."
As James followed Robert through the entrance way he was in awe of the grandeur of the mansion. Robert opened a set of double doors and escorted him into a room that almost took his breath away. Two of the walls were bookcases from floor to ceiling with one of those ladders that slid along on a rail to enable one to reach any part of the vast collection of books. Another wall was practically all windows and looked out over beautifully manicured gardens that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see. The other wall was paneled in a magnificent dark wood surrounding a huge fireplace and even larger mantle. Above the mantel was a portrait of an elderly gentleman who one could only say looked very stately.
The door opened once again so quietly that James did not notice. As he stood in a position where he could see both the painting and the outdoors he jumped when a voice behind him said, "So which is more enthralling, the Grandview or the painting of the man who created it?" With a start James turned to see where the voice was coming from. What he saw before him caused him to reach for the back of the wing chair beside him as he felt he was about to faint. His head was spinning with disbelief as he could barely stand as he looked face to face with the same individual he had so brutally tortured last night. "You look as if you have seen a ghost; please sit before you pass out."
"But, You! Are you the Master of this house? Or has he sent you to seek some revenge for last night."
"Please sit, what would you like to drink? Robert please pour a white wine for me and for you James?"
"You know my name? We never used it last night. I only talked to the person who made the arrangements and never with you before. What is going on?
"Wine sir, or would you prefer something else sir?" inquired Robert.
"Ah, wine will be fine Robert. Now please tell me what is going on?" said James hardly able to speak.
"My name is Matthew. We have talked before; I gave you the instructions of what you were to do last night."
"No, why would anyone do that to himself? I can't understand how you could put yourself through that, especially if you knew what we were being asked to do."
"Let's just say it was to even things out."
"Please explain, I still can't understand why anyone would ask for that to be done to them."
"Maybe I need to tell you a little story first then maybe you will understand."
"A little story then I'll understand, I don't see what you are driving at."
"Patience, patience. It seems that a number of years ago there was two brothers just a few years apart. Their parents were killed in an auto accident and they were made wards of the state. The problem was the accident occurred when the younger brother had been taken to the hospital. The older brother was left with a neighbor and the parents were on the way to the hospital to visit the younger brother. He was only months old at the time. A semi hit them and killed them both instantly. When the younger brother was released from the hospital he went to a different home than the older brother due to his age. Still being young the older brother was soon adopted and went to live with a very wealthy family. They intended to adopt the younger brother as well but when the older brat informed them that the younger one was the cause of his parents' death and he never wanted to see him again they relented and pushed aside their intent to adopt the younger brother. The older brother had everything life could offer. Money, influence, any thing he could ask for was his as soon as he asked for it. His adoptive parents loved him very much but knew as time went on that it would never work for them to discuss adopting the younger brother. They found out that since he was a baby he too ended up being adopted but not by a family that was so well to do. Things were more difficult for them but there was love in the home and though it was a struggle they made do." "And the point of all of this?" interrupted James.
"The point of all this, since you are too impatient to find out is that I had a detective do some searching for me. After all that had happened and the adoptive parents of the older brother dying and leaving their estate to him it was time for something to be done."
"Excuse me but I still don't understand where you are going with this," said James.
"Ok, last night was penance."
"Penance, what can you mean?"
"James you were adopted too, you are my younger brother, after all I kept you from having I needed you to do what you did to even things up. Now I can only ask you to forgive me and spend the rest of your life allowing me to show you love I kept from you all these years."
"You're my brother? But why the viciousness of last night?
"You haven't figured that out? You enjoyed what you where doing last night didn't you? I had it coming but you saw what happened, I enjoyed it too, not as much as what was happening but who it was happening with. I do love you and I have found that I was a spoiled brat all those years and missed out on your love. Last night you proved to me just before you left that I was right in doing what I did. I can only hope that now you will accept me and we can share many hours and years together."
"So you are gay too, like me, and get off on what we did last night and want us to be together?"
"Pretty much, that's it; by the way I really do like all the adornments you gave me last night, that's why I ordered them. The only thing was, I needed you to do them as you did. This way I can remember each day why they were done and if you will agree we can explore not only mine but yours together for I hope many years to come. Now do you like surf n' turf cause that's what I told Robert to fix for dinner and after last night there is no way I could dress any more formal than this level of casual so, can you assist me to dinner? I'm still a bit sore."
"And you had Mr. Santino reminding me about the promise of a tip and told me to come over here this evening. What is the connection with him if I may ask?"
"Mr. Santino, for perhaps obvious reasons, is the individual I trust to manage some of my businesses. When I found out who and where you were I decided that it would be the perfect way to atone for all that I have done. When I purchased the business Mr. Santino came along with it. Since then he has managed to assist me with several other business endeavors."
"Manage some of your businesses, you mean I have been working for.."
"Yeah brother you have been working for me, and your tip is you now get to spend our wealth and work along with me!"
"They say turnabout is fair play, does that mean you'd be willing to spend some time back in that room with us exchanging places?"
"Just say when brother. I can only hope we can spend a long time enjoying both what we can give and take from each other. You don't know how difficult it was last night for me not to tell you who I was, especially after that kiss before you left."
"I almost lost it there; I have been troubled every since that happened, something just didn't seem right. I knew there was something else and I had to know what it was. That really is what drove me to come here tonight, that and the thought that I could lose my job if I didn't follow Mr. Santino `s instructions."
"Well, actually, if you hadn't shown I would have planned something else but the weekend was not going to pass without all being set straight. I've lost too much time and once I realized just how much of a stupid jerk I had been I had to make things right. I finally realized that I needed you around me, I missed us growing up together and cannot really forgive myself for that. Maybe my adoptive father should have discovered that whip and used it on me when I became so bull headed, but then I don't think either he could have done that or I would have the same reaction I had last night. The pain was beyond belief but the orgasmic explosion it caused was far beyond anything I could have ever imagined. I just pray we can explore some of that territory together."
"Since I am the younger brother and age is supposed to add to the intelligence and considering the enjoyment I have experienced with such play brother I think you are on!"
"Robert is giving me that look, I think we had better head to the dinning room or he may me after both of us. You don't want to meet with my chef if he is angry. Shall we eat?"
"Brother after you."
"Tonight and forever, side by side."
The End
Written by Rod
Copyright 2008 by Rod
Email me at: rodwrt@aol.com Comments are encouraged. I would appreciate hearing from readers. A special thanks to Ben for his editing and supportive comments and suggestions. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction; no reference is intended to anyone dead or alive.