Someone Has to Do It

Someone Has To Do It

By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part 10

I think even Rob saw he'd gone too far with my beating - he totally lost it, and seemed unable to know where to stop. Still, after a time it doesn't get any worse: although Rob was indeed a real expert at the use of the cane, and the strokes had been so evenly placed across my bum and thighs that it looked as if someone had used a grid to la y them out, the brain gets to the point where it can no longer cope, and simply stops receiving new signals. Well, at least that's what I think - it build and builds to a crescendo, and then stays there. It doesn't matter how many more strokes land on you, the agony is the same.

When he'd finished, too, Rob was really sweating, and looked pretty exhausted. He stood there, looking down at me, and said "There's no point in fucking you now, Steve - you wouldn't feel a thing. And I want you to really remember the sensation of my cock the first time it goes up that arse of yours here - I think that time at the training centre was just a preliminary, and I seem to remember you hated it enough then. This time I'm going to fuck you without any lube at all, and then you'll really feel it - so I want you to be able to know that it's my big, hot cock forcing its way into you, and then really rubbing those delicate membranes almost raw as I fuck you. I wouldn't want to waste any of that experience by doing it when you're almost insensible, would I? But there's plenty of time, isn't there, Steve? What I don't do now, I can always do tomorrow, or the next day, or next week, or next month.... Remember, Steve, you're indentured permanently and there's just no way you can escape from here. I'm going to be able to really train you, Steve, train you in a way we only dreamed of at the centre - you'll get to know exactly what I like, and what I don't like, and you'll be so terrified of upsetting me that you'll spend most of your life worrying about whether your behaviour is acceptable to me or not."

He paused as if for dramatic effect, and added "This is just the start, Steve. I'm going to really enjoy taming you, breaking you, turning you from a man who's been indentured but who still thinks of himself as a man, into a proper servant - one whose mind is solely focussed on satisfying the needs of his master and mistress! Before I've finished with you, you won't have any free will at all - you'll be totally and utterly subservient to my wishes alone. That's what it means, Steve, to be a master of an indentured servant - to own him completely, not just in terms of owning his indenture, but in having such absolute mastery of him that the servant no longer has a will of his own."

"Now, get up, and get off to bed, fucker!", he snapped, when he saw that he'd failed to get a reaction from me as he had hoped. Although why he was even trying, I can't imagine, as he couldn't have beaten me any more, could he?

I don't know how I managed the stairs up to our garret bedroom - every step was a new means of squeezing fresh pain from my beating as my muscles flexed and tensed. And when I opened the door, Marco, Pavel and Ian were all lying there in their beds, faces turned away from the door, covers almost over them, as if they were consciously trying to "shut me out" from their presence. I tried to walk properly towards my bed as I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing that I couldn't take the pain, but failed: I could only shuffle along as I didn't want to raise my feet too far in the air, and as I went past Ian's bed, he glanced at me. The next moment he'd leapt out of bed and had his arm around my shoulders.

"Jesus Christ, Steve, what's happened to you?"

"The master caned me."

"But look at you... You can hardly see the cane strokes - your bum's a mass of red, and your thighs..."

"Don't you think I know that?"

"But he only gives eight at the most - well, normally.

How many did he give you?"

"I don't know. I passed out at some point, and after that my mind wasn't really counting anyway...."

"Come on, mate, let me help you..."

"I thought you didn't want anything to do with me again..."

"Oh shut the fuck up! You really can be stupid sometimes. We're all mates here, right? And we help each other.... Come on ....lie down......!

He helped me to my bed, and supported me as best he could as I lowered myself down on it on my belly. Then he snapped "Marco, Pavel, don't stand there like a fucking load of eejits... Go and soak some towels in cold water, the colder the better - and let's see if we can't take some of the sting out of poor Steve's bum..."

I'm not sure it helped. The shock of the cold water on my tender flesh gave me a fresh spike of pain and hurt, and I had to bury my face in the pillow to stop screaming as all three of them worked away at me. But at least they were talking to me again, I suppose.

I didn't sleep much, if at all, as you might imagine, and as well as the continuing pain the next morning I was dog tired and really feeling terrible. Pulling on my jeans was absolute agony, and I lowered myself cautiously down the stairs, step by step. Someone had told the maids as they didn't snigger or anything at my plight, but there was no way I could sit down to eat my breakfast - I had to stand there and spoon down my porridge, although there was no more nonsense from Pavel as he gave me a big bowl full, and even poured some cream on it he'd brought out from the kitchen surreptitiously, and whispered "This will help you get your strength back."

Ian came with me out to the pool as he said he'd do the cleaning duty that morning, but when we got there, Rob was already standing there, dressed ready for work in his uniform that I used to know so well. Ian went to strip off to begin, but Rob snapped at him "I thought this was Steve's job now, Ian."

"It is normally, master, but I thought...."

"Servants don't think, Ian. They obey. Do you need a caning, too, to remind you of that lesson? Now, go and get on with your own work. And you, Steve, get on with cleaning the pool."

I turned my back to him as I inched my jeans down, very, very slowly, trying to stop myself from wincing and jerking around with the pain as the fabric slid over my damaged skin. You may think that's odd - after all I've told you that a servant usually keeps his face to a free man as he strips off - but I didn't want to give Rob the satisfaction of ordering me to turn around so that he could see his handiwork! This way it would be slowly revealed to him, and he wouldn't enjoy seeing the "spectacle" all at once. Then, once I was naked and before he could say anything - I was again determined to avoid giving him the satisfaction of being able to comment on his handiwork - I slipped into the water, desperately clenching my teeth together to stop crying out.

And then I worked, as best I could, keeping as much of me under the water as was possible so that Rob couldn't get a really good view, as I slowly and diligently went around scrubbing at the tiles and collecting the leaves and dead flies - taking far, far longer than I normally would, as I knew Rob would have to leave soon to get to work on time, and I didn't want to let him see how much I was really hurting as I laboriously clambered out, after he'd gone. You may think it's a small victory I scored, but when your life is going to be so totally controlled and ordered by someone else, even little things like that start to count. On the other hand, I suppose it might have been better for me if I had accepted that I was now an utterly subservient thing, and hadn't had these mildly rebellious thoughts at all.

Working that day was a real trial, but at least Ian had a mug of tea for me and seemed to be expecting me to take a break, and when we finally went in to dinner that evening Pavel realised I wasn't going to sit down and made a big effort to serve me so that I didn't have to move around much - no more of that having to walk down the table to get the salt and pepper. It was steak and kidney pudding, too - not pie, but a proper pudding, with lovely slippery suet pastry - with sprouts and parsnips, and I always like that. And afterwards Pavel had excelled himself with a bread and butter pudding with all currants and raisins between the slices - it was just what I needed to make me feel more cheerful. And even Finch tried his best - before we started eating he told me that the master wasn't going to call for me that evening at all as he was off to play squash at Esher.

When we were up in the bedroom I slowly lowered myself to lie face down on the bed, and Ian went to gently cover me with the sheet, trying to avoid dragging it across me as much as he could. But Pavel interrupted him, and said that perhaps I needed to wank first. "No chance", I muttered. " If I try to get my cock out from under me and have to fiddle around as I lie here, it will hurt too much."

"No, come on, Steve, we'll help you... You need to sleep, and if you can't wank, you'll be awake most of the night. Shuffle down the bed, and get your feet on the floor - pretend you're getting ready for the master to fuck you!"

"What are you on about, Pavel?"

"Just try, Steve.... Just move down the bed, and get your cock over the end...."

Well I did, although it was a bit painful, and lay there with my feet spread wide on the floor. I felt the warmth of Pavel's body close to my legs - although he seemed be taking a lot of care not to touch me at all - and then I gave a low moan of pleasure, and surprise, as my cock was caressed by what could only be warm, moist lips.

Pavel was really good - I'd never had such a good blow job before - as he lay there underneath me, slurping and licking at me, and teasing my piss slit with the tip of his tongue. All too soon I felt myself starting to cum, and he didn't pull away: I could feel his mouth around me as my spunk shot into him, and then he very tenderly licked my cock clean, before getting up to stand there looking at me as I turned my face sideways to look at him.

"Thanks, mate...."

He was smiling, and then, as I watched, almost not believing my eyes, he reached across and slapped my bum. If it hadn't been so painful all over I'd have shot up off the bed. As it was, all I could do was scream, and lie there with my hands scrabbling feebly at the mattress as I tried to drown out the pain from where his hand had caught all the weal marks on my bum.

When the noise died down, he said quiet calmly "We're even now, Steve! You hurt me when you spanked me, and now we're even. I wanted you to know that I still like you, and that's why I gave you a BJ, but you can't get away with taking liberties with me, OK?"

"You bastard! You'll feel my hand on your bum again as soon as I can move properly..."

Ian cut in then, and shouted "You'll do no such thing, Steve! Pavel was only getting his own back on you. Now if you go and hit him again, he'll have to retaliate again, won't he? And so it will go on! Now you two blokes see sense, will you? You're pretty much even, I'd guess, except that Pavel was really nice to you a few moments ago... And if I see you going after him, I'll personally sort you out, Steve, do you understand?"

"Oh yes? I'm bigger, stronger, and I know how to fight..."

"...and I can think of all sorts of ways of dealing with you, Steve, that don't involve me taking you on in a real scrap. I might suggest to Finch that you're altogether too randy for all of us up here, and that he needs to put your cock in a chastity sleeve, for example.... Now, see sense, will you? You've got to learn that we live together here, that us servants need to stick together."

"But..."

"No, Steve! I'm not going to listen to any more. Either you behave properly with us three here, or I'll personally make sure your life is a lot less comfortable. And that's the last I'm going to say about it, so make yourself comfortable now - it oughtn't to be so difficult after than job Pavel did on you - and let's all get some sleep."

I lay there kind of seething inside, but I suppose that what Ian had said made sense, and so I let it drop - for the time being: if that young Pavel tried anything else, though, there'd be trouble!

I felt a bit better the next morning and as we worked away throughout the day I think the constant movement of my muscles actually did the weals some good as a lot of the ache and pain went away, although my bum and thighs were a mass of ugly blue-black bruises, and Ian said I looked more like a banana that had been left out in the air and which had gone all discoloured. Still, I didn't think that Rob would try to fuck me that night, so it wasn't all bad.

At about three, though, Finch came into the grounds and told me to go and shower and stuff, as the mistress had come home to work and wanted to see me!

He led me into the bedroom as usual, and she at once told me to shed the jeans, and when I'd done that, she made me turn around so she could look at my back. I winced and almost jerked away from her as her fingers gently played over my bum and my thighs, but I stood steady, even though it hurt, as you don't want to let a woman see you're weak, do you?

"So my husband did this to you, didn't he, Steve?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"He's so dominant and powerful... And I like it when he shows everyone how he can control you servant boys!

So, Steve, did you like it?"

I thought she must be some sort of lunatic! "No, ma'am, of course not!"

"Well some boys do like pain, but not you, evidently. So remember, Steve, when you're in here with me.... I only have to say one word to my husband and he'll beat you again, just like this. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"I don't want to use you this afternoon as I have a lot of work to catch up on and I'm expecting a conference call from the States soon, so there's not time. But it would amuse me to see you empty yourself again. I'll let you stand up, as kneeling down would be painful, I suppose..."

"Ma'am?"

"You heard me, boy. I want to see you milk that penis of yours as you did before. I like to see a man put on a little show, so make sure there's lots of variety - stop occasionally and bounce your penis up and down, vary the pace, make a fist and pretend to have intercourse with it.... As I said, amuse me as you do that thing that all men do, but usually in the privacy of their own rooms. I want to see a lot of your seed spilled this afternoon..."

"No, please..."

"Did you not hear what I said a few moments ago? Are you really stupid? Shall I tell my husband you've been disobedient when he returns from work, so that he can stripe over those marks already all over you? Is that what you want?"

"No, ma'am, but...."

"So get to work, boy! I need entertainment as my conference call is going to be very dull, and someone has to do it!"

I looked around helplessly, but there was not going to be any saviour coming to rescue me. She moved to her desk and started to dial on the phone, and was clearly listening with only half her attention as she turned, covered the receiver, and said "If you are not working soon, Steve, you will be punished, I promise...."

Well, what could I do? I don't know whether the red slush flowing up over my shoulders to my face was because of embarrassment, or anger, or perhaps both. But I started to stroke myself, although my cock just stayed there, like a big fat useless sausage. I tried everything I could think of to get hard, running all the sexy scenes I could think of through my brain, but it didn't seem to be working this time. I mean, I hate wanking standing up anyway - a bloke is meant to lie on a bed, or slump in an armchair, isn't he? But to have to do it standing there naked in front of a fully dressed woman whilst she was on the phone to fuck knows how many others... Well, it's not surprising I wasn't making much progress, was it?

I saw her covering the receiver again, and he voice rang out to me, utterly shaming me. "Is there a problem, boy? Aren't you man enough to get that organ of yours to do what real men do? I thought I'd bought a stud at the auction, but perhaps I've bought a wimp who can't even get an erection!"

My shame making me burn red now, I carried on frantically beating at my cock, and gradually it went hard and then, as it was getting almost painful from the friction, I did at last start to feel myself about to cum. My mistress who had been watching this again covered the mouthpiece of the phone and snapped "Remember to catch it! If you stain the carpet..."

I stood there panting, sweat from my exertions starting to trickle down my ribs, holding a palm full of my cum. My mistress made a gesture with her hand as she continued to speak on the conference call, indicating what I should do.... And so as I had been made to do before, I slowly raised my hand to my mouth, my nose getting that distinct smell of cum, and hesitatingly licked my palm empty. I really don't know which is worse - being made to wank by a woman, being made to eat my cum in front of her, or having to do both of those things as a mere "amusement" instead of a preliminary to some exotic sex.

And that was it! She made "go away" gestures with her hand, and so slowly and painfully I pulled on my jeans, and left.

Finch was still being considerate to me later on, and told me that Rob had gone out with our mistress to a fund raising evening for Amnesty - the organisation that looks after the interests of political prisoners and others illegally detained - and I almost laughed at the irony of it considering that they kept all us slaves as if we were prisoners, but at least it seemed that I wouldn't be called on again that evening. I was able to enjoy the rich plate of tripe and onions with boiled potatoes that Pavel had produced, and he excelled himself with the rhubarb pie afterwards. And sleeping wasn't all that bad, either, as provided I lay on my belly, at least now the sheets didn't hurt my battered back. Mind you, Pavel and Marco both wanted to suck me off, but, frankly, I wasn't interested - I had after all wanked just a couple of hours before, and I couldn't be bothered.

For the next few days I was more or less "safe" from Rob as the mistress was around, working out of the London office, and he contented himself with passing me as I cleaned the pool in the morning, or worked in the grounds when he got back from work in the afternoon, so that he could take a look at my bum and thighs. Then on Saturday afternoon as I was working away, Finch came and found me and told me the master wanted me. As we walked back towards the house he whispered "I'm sorry, Steve, but the mistress has gone up to London to shop, and the master is bored...."

Finch didn't direct me to the bedroom this time, but to Rob's study on the ground floor - I wasn't exactly trembling as I stood outside, as I didn't think he'd beat me again, but I wasn't looking forwards to having to be fucked. Rob's room wasn't a study as such, but more of a "den" or playroom - there was a big leather sofa, a huge TV and music system, and, ominously, standing in one corner, a flogging horse. The floor was brightly polished oak (so no fear of staining the carpets?), and there were heavy dark green velvet curtains shrouding the windows.

Rob was watching the end of the rugby as I went in - I've always liked watching that myself, as it shows men at their finest, I always think, really exhausting themselves as it's such a physical game - and Rob and I had often talked about the results when we were working together on a Monday. So he knew of my interest, but made me stand by the side of the TV, where I couldn't see it - it was so fucking frustrating to have to listen to the inane commentary but actually not to see the action!

I stood there for ages until the match was over, then Rob looked at me, and used the remote to flip off the TV. "All those men bending over in the scrums have quite turned me on, Steve! Still, I've got you to look at now. So stay there, get out of those jeans, and then bend over so I can see your ass, just as if you were on TV!"

I cast him a look of pure hate, but did as he'd said as he had the collar control in his hand, so I had no choice. I stood there, bent over, with my hands on my knees ,and he actually called out and told me to spread my feet wider as he wanted to see my balls and cock hanging down between my thighs. I didn't know what was coming next, so I just stayed there, really pissed off at this, but then Rob got up and came and cupped my bum cheeks in his hands and rubbed them lightly over my muscles.

"I think you've recovered, Steve." His tone was kind of musing, and it was clear I wasn't expected to say anything. "Yes, I think you can be fucked again now, and I'm ready for it after watching all those sweaty rugger players! But remember, Steve, if you misbehave, or are rude, I'll have no hesitation in beating you again. Do you understand?"

I hesitated for a moment, and he rapped "I asked you if you understood! Answer me!"

"Yes, R.... Master."

"Good! Now when I fucked you before, at the centre, I seem to remember it was the classic 'first time' fuck, with you bent over like this...." As he said this, I felt his finger starting to probe down my bum crack, and I tried - without success - to clench my bum tight together to try to stop it. He found my hole, and started to rub his finger nail around, and I sort of shuffled as the itching, sensual feeling of it just made me do it.

"Ah, I see you're ready for it.... But this time I think we ought to move on, don't you? So get up and get over on the horse, on your back.... I think I'd enjoy watching your face as I fuck you this time."

I didn't want to do it, as you can imagine. But what's the point of even arguing about it when the bloke can really hurt you? So I crossed the room and lay down on the horse, feeling the cold leather against my back, and Rob came over and stood there looking down at me, a faint smile on his face. "This is going to be fun, Steve! I always fancied you when we were working together and that time I had to train you was a bit hurried - we've got all the time in the world tonight for a good long slow fuck.... But I don't think I can completely trust you and I don't always want to be clutching your collar control... So drop your arms, will you, and grip the front legs?"

As soon as I complied, Rob pulled straps around my wrists and my arms were held there. It's awful, actually - that feeling that you're tied down and can't move, even if you're prepared to risk having your collar activated. It takes away another part of your freedom as a man to be to totally helpless. All I could do was lie there and watch as Rob stripped his clothes off, and then he came up to the horse, his cock, hard as a rock, bobbing in front of him, and started to adjust it - it was clearly a deluxe model with some sort on integral power sources, as he only had to touch a few buttons and the head end dropped a bit, so that he could conveniently straddle it. Then he raised it so that my face was right up in his crotch, with his cock dangling over my nose! That indefinable male scent of cum, piss, and "whatever" - that strong scent from the sweat glands in your crotch - assailed me.

"Now Steve, you are going to be a good boy, aren't you? I want you to get me in the mood for fucking your arse by giving me a nice sucking.... But not too much, as I don't want to cum n your mouth... Well, I do, and we'll get on to that one day, but not this afternoon. So do a good job, as the only lube you're going to get is the spit you leave on my cock and any pre-cum you manage to entice out of me.... Oh, and Steve, don't get any ideas about biting me, or anything puerile like that, will you? If I so much as feel your teeth on my cock I'll beat you, and if you were to do anything really stupid.... Well, the courts would almost certainly allow a gelding for a display of 'viciousness'. Now, open wide...."

I turned my head to one side to get away from his cock, and implored "Please, no... Please, Rob... Master... Please don't make me do that..."

"And why not, Steve? You're a servant, my servant, and I'm your master. Why wouldn't you want to please me?"

"No... I don't suck cock...."

Rob laughed, a very unpleasant laugh. "You mean you used not to suck cock, Steve. When you were a free man. But things are different now... Now Steve does as he's told, or Steve gets beaten! Now, open your fucking mouth, before I lose my temper with you. And lips and tongue only, remember!"

Look, I know what to do - I mean, I'd had masses of BJs from women in my time, and Pavel and Marco had really worked on my cock since I'd been here. And if things had been different I suppose I could even have got to try sucking a bloke's dick - well, Ian's, for example.... I could imagine running my hands all over his body and then kissing his cock, and then licking it... You know, taking it slowly, and making it really sensual. But this was different - I could not move my arms, and Rob's hairy thighs were straddling my neck and head, and he was feeding his cock down into my mouth: there was nothing sensual about it for me, no sense I was doing something to a bloke I liked. No, I was just being used, used by Rob as if I was a whore.

His scent was almost overpowering, and as his cock head touched my tongue I got the first taste of him - salty, sour... Different! Rob fed his cock into me and didn't stop until he touched the back of my throat and triggered my gag reflex, and I almost snapped my mouth shut in reaction. But I recovered, and he pulled out slightly, then in again to trigger it once more... I was coughing and spluttering, and then Rob pulled right out and started to wave his cock from side to side so it slapped my cheeks and nose... And then in again, but this time with him almost crooning "Now, Steve... I want to feel your tongue caressing me.... And your lips... Come on, boy..."

So we went on like this, with me feeling totally humiliated and used, especially when Rob sometimes pulled right out of me and then lowered himself down a bit so my nose got rammed between his thighs and his balls, where his scent was strongest. And when he lowered his balls into my mouth for me to suck, that was pretty gross, as unlike us servants he wasn't shaved and all his pubes really were not nice at all and I got hairs stuck between my teeth.

Still, it was better than getting fucked, I suppose, and I have to confess to really trying to get Rob excited, using the tip of my tongue on his piss slit, for example, as I'd felt Pavel do to me. I didn't want his spunk in my mouth, but if I could entice him to shoot, he wouldn't be able to fuck me, would he? And I thought I was succeeding as I got the taste of his pre-cum - suddenly my mouth was a lot saltier - but Rob was evidently wise to this strategy as he pulled out, his cock very hard indeed now and glistening with my spit and phlegm.

Rob stood there, breathing hard, and stroking his cock proudly, and smiled. "You almost got me there, Steve... Still, if you want a mouth full of my cum, we'll have to see what we can do later... But for now it's time to fuck that arse of yours again...."

He moved to stand between my legs and quickly stooped down to hold my ankles and went to raise them up in the air. I suppose I resisted a bit, as he snapped "Do you want to see the effect of a tawse on your balls, Steve? Co-operate, you bastard!"

I let him lift my ankles up so my calves were around his neck - I wanted to smash them together and crush him! - then, the sweat starting to pour off him as he was so aroused and was concentrating so hard, he positioned his cock head at my hole and began to push his way in.

I just couldn't help crying out as it started to hurt so much, and as he looked down at me almost in triumph he panted "So do what you told the trainees to do.... Pretend you're trying to crap so you open up..."

And then he was in. But the bastard didn't stop and give me a break, to allow me to recoup myself. No, he carried on pushing his cock into me as I carried on moaning and crying, until I felt his pubes scratching t the sensitive shaved area between my legs. And the bastard didn't stop then, either - his arm curved around my legs so he could hug them close to my body and thus push himself forward to get the last few millimetres of his cock buried in me.

His head went back and he gave a big sigh of pure pleasure - well, I've done that before - and then he started rocking backwards and forwards, quite slowly and gently, and to my surprise I found myself moaning almost in synchronisation with him! But this brief happy episode didn't last long as Rob started to take long, hard stabbing thrusts at me, which made me cry out with the pain, and then he grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs apart and forwards towards my head, taking some of the weight of his body against my resistance, so that I was spread open as wide as possible and he had the deepest penetration possible in me - now I was not only hurting from the rasping of his cock against my delicate sphincter, but with that little extra sensation as a bloke's hard body slams right into those really sensitive parts of you. I heard myself shouting "No..... Stop..... No.....", but Rob's face just tightened in a rictus of a smile, and he carried on. Well, I suppose I can't blame him all that much - I've been like that with a bloke under me before now - I mean, it's kind of natural, isn't it? I reckon it's programmed in to us - primitive man knew that once he'd started fucking he shouldn't stop as it might be the only chance he got to get his spunk inside some bitch and thus get his genes carried on.

I didn't think it could get any worse. But of course it can - Rob let go of my legs and fell forward on to me, so the width of his body was now forcing my legs apart. Like that you can do that thing with your hips where you just do a lot of incredibly short, fast strokes, and then kind of wiggle around so that the cock is almost reaming the bloke's hole - and all the time you have his hot sweaty body pinned under you, you can feel the pounding of his heart, and the effort he's making to breathe as your weight presses down on him. I used to like that myself, so it's not surprising that Rob did it to me, and it went on and on until he suddenly gave a shout and his whole body went rigid, and I knew he must be pumping his spunk up into me.

He just lay there the, totally exhausted, flopped out on top of me. Gradually his breathing recovered, and he manage to mutter "You're an ace fuck, Steve.... That was well worth waiting for."

I just lay there, and turned my head to the side so I didn't have to look at him. He went to kiss me, and turned m head the other way to avoid him. He grabbed my chin then to hold my head still, forcing his fingers quite painfully in to the side of my face, and I tried to move around underneath him, even though he was still buried inside me, to make it uncomfortable for him.

"Lie still, you fucker!", he snapped, his happy mood evaporating instantly.

But I didn't, and the more he tried to hold my head still so that he could kiss me, the more I struggled, until I brought my legs up and together sharply, trying to bang my knees into his ribs to hurt him. That did it! Rob pulled out of me, and stood up between my legs - stupid really, as I tried to "scissor" his thighs and hurt him again.

"You haven't learned, have you, Steve? All that beating, and you haven't learned that you're a fucking indentured servant who has to obey, and who has to do what his master wants. Well, let's see if we can't teach you again...."

The horse really was a deluxe one, as there were ropes on those kind of washing line things that retract them and keep them tidy when not in use, somewhere at the front, and Rob ran these out and attached them to my ankles, touched a button, and my legs were once more hauled up and apart. A couple more touches and my head went down and my arse went up, and I realised I was wide open and totally exposed to him.

He stood there now between my legs, looking down my body at my head below him, and in one of those silly moments you remember, I saw my cock had fallen forwards, too, so it was lying along my belly.

Rob's hand went on to my balls, and with his open palm he started to roll them against my body, and I started to cry and whimper with that awful sickening pain. "See, Steve, how foolish it is to resist me? Just imagine what would happen if I kept increasing the pressure of my hand now.... But that's too simple: there are a few other little elements of pain that a man can experience when all these lovely sensitive areas are completely available, when he's powerless to protect himself, and when there's someone like me, who's something of a connoisseur in these things, there to explore with him how far he can go before he becomes insensible."

I never knew there could be such sheer agony. I screamed. I cried. I pleaded. I shouted. But Rob went on and on, doing one diabolical thing after another, and all the time looking down at me and laughing. As he started, he remarked "Last time I beat you, it was all brute force, designed to leave a lasting impression. Tomorrow there will be no marks at all, except for a bit of reddened skin, but you'll walk bowlegged...."

He showed me the very thin, very flexible cane before he used it to beat the inside of my thighs, going as high up into the joint with my body as possible. And then, when he decided that the pain receptors there were overloading, he used a small, light flogger to beat my balls as they lay there. His final piece de resistance, and the one that had me screaming continuously, quite unable to stop myself, was the miniature whip: Rob was an expert, and stood between my legs so that he could whip my arsehole - sometimes allowing the whole length of the whip to lash into me from my balls right along, and sometimes just allowing the fast flying tip to bite into the tender skin of my sphincter itself! I just can't describe these sensations to you. They are at once stinging like you've never been stung before, hot, like touching something that's at white heat, and jagged, as if a dentist has drilled into the root of your tooth.

As I lay there sobbing, Rob casually pulled his clothes back on, then touched the buttons that made me horizontal once more. He stroked his hand across my forehead, then over my pecs and down my belly. "Calm down, Steve" - he sounded like some nurse, trying to take care of me, not like the sadist who'd just done this to me. "Calm down... It's all over now - until the net time you resist me!"

End Of Part Ten