Date: Wed, 14 Feb 2007 17:03:42 EST
From: jobboyNYC@yahoo.com
Subject: The Hellfire Club (Authoritarian)

This story is an original work of fiction and entirely from my imagination.
Though the characters in this story do not always engage in safer sex
practices, please remember that this is only fantasy and safe sex in real
life is both necessary and important.  The characters are not based on
anyone and are all over the age of 18 years. If you find the story
enjoyable or don't like it or anywhere in between, please feel free to send
feedback. Thank you.

			     The Hellfire Club

I was finishing up my second set of bench presses and feeling
pretty good. I wasn't the biggest guy in the gym, but I'd put on
almost five pounds of muscle in the past three months. I was now
weighing an official 165 pounds. I sat up to rest between sets when he
caught my eye. Well, actually, we didn't link eyes so much as I saw
his back doing pull ups. One handed pull-ups. I didn't even know that
was actually possible. I mean I'd read about people being strong
enough to do it, but to actually see it? My jaw dropped for a few
seconds before I remembered I was in public so I closed it again. He
pumped out 15 and could probably have kept going but he dropped to
the floor and stretched out his enormous back.
When I say this guy was big, I meant it. He was wearing a red
string tank that cut across his huge tanned lats making them look
like the outward sweep of a beach ball. He rolled his shoulders back
and I saw muscle rippling under flesh. His black shorts barely
contained thighs the size of a normal man's waist. I couldn't tell if
he was flexing or not, but his muscles seemed to be solid enough to
bounce a quarter off of. Most people, normal people, anyway when they
move or shake the excess skin and flab over their muscles moves. No
matter how much we work out there's always some evidence left over
from that candy bar we ate or those chips we consumed. Not on this
guy. The only things that moved on him were his muscles. And the
muscles on top of muscles that he had. I stared at him, and forgot
all about my bench presses. He went back to his pull-ups (one handed
again) and pumped out a set of twenty in the time it would have taken
me to muster enough strength to complete five with both hands. He
dropped back down to the gym floor and stretched and flexed. He
caught my eye in the mirror, (yet another reason to hate those
mirrors) and I quickly looked down. Thank goodness I remembered my
last set of bench presses. The blood in my body wasn't exactly
flowing to my pecs though and by the time I reached the tenth rep I
was struggling considerably more than I should have. I was really
pushing by the twelfth rep when a big tanned hand grabbed the bar and
helped me get it back in place. I sat up and looked into a pair of
deep chocolate brown eyes. The big guy had decided to help.
"You looked like you needed a little spot." He smiled then and my
face flushed bright red. His smile was the sweetest thing I'd ever
seen. His hair matched his eyes perfectly and it was cut short on the
sides and back, but the front was long and flopped into his face. He
was tanned but not orangey the way some people are.
"Thanks. Sorry." I smiled back and jumped out of the bench, my
erection long since done away by the embarrassment of his having
caught me staring. I started to unload the weight (about 150 lbs.)
from the bar but he asked me to leave it. "It'll be a warm up for
me." He smiled again and again my face turned red. As I backed away
I saw him start to use the bar for bicep curls. I backed away, even
more embarrassed that this man was so much more powerful than I was.
Jesus, what was it with me? I wasn't a stupid guy. I'd long ago
gotten away from thinking that masculinity and being a "man" were
about how big my pecs were or how pumped my delts were, but still, I
couldn't help feel like the before picture in some old Charles Atlas
ad watching this man move that kind of weight. I practically
stumbled over the incline bench trying to get away from him and it
took me a second to catch my breath once I was finally in the locker
room. I struggled to get my sweatshirt on when I heard the locker
room door open. I looked up and saw him filling the doorway.
"Hey, hold up. I wanna ask you a question."
"Um, o-ok." I finished putting my sweatshirt on again and when he
stepped closer I backed away. Damn. Show me a big man and I'm back in
high school again waiting for someone to flush my head down the
toilet.
He smiled again and gave out a slight laugh. "Relax man. I just
want to talk." He gestured for me to sit and I had to lean down onto
the bench before I fell down. He walked closer and put one foot on
the bench, trapping me between his huge leg and the wall. This close
I could smell his sweat. It was sweet and salty and intoxicating and
it radiated from his crotch and his pecs and pits when he leaned in
towards me. "Listen, I saw you looking at me out there. So, let's cut
the denials and shit. And don't bother apologizing. It's cool. You
like my muscles? Or were you just staring because I'm so freaky big?"
"I," I swallowed hard. "I don't know what to say. I-"
"Look, just yes or no? You into muscles?"
I nodded. "Yes." I didn't realize I was crying until he reached
over and brushed the tears away.
"Nothing to be ashamed of guy. And you don't need to be afraid of
me." He laughed again. "Not right now anyway." His voice had a slight
southern accent to it. You know how southerners sound. They have that
voice that caresses you and wraps you up in it's honeyed tones. His
voice was soft and gentle the way that really powerful men can be.
Only the truly powerful are gentle. They know they don't have to
prove their own strength. "Meet me back here Friday night at 9 PM.
Don't be late and don't stand me up, or else you will have a
reason to be afraid of me."

I don't honestly know what it was that made me go Friday night. It
was partially fear, yes. I knew that the man from the gym could hurt
me with little effort. I knew that even if I left the gym he'd smile
sweetly at the girl at the front counter and charm my phone number or
address from her. It was also curiosity. Why are we always led by our
curiosity and our crotches? In any case I showed up at the gym Friday
at 9 as told to. I wore a suit as instructed. I didn't even wear a
suit to work, preferring instead a matching blazer and pants, but I
was told by Daniel (that was his name, told to me in that same
litling southern voice. Not Dan or Danny but Daniel.) to wear a suit,
and here I was. He met me out front and jumped into my car. He wore a
long, dark duster-style coat buttoned up to his chin and I could see
leather boots, shined to a sparkle on his feet.
He was quiet, other than asking a few polite questions about how
my day had been, etc. He gave directions firmly and quietly and we
ended up on an old road I had never even seen before on the outskirts
of town. I was halfway up the road before I realized it was actually
a driveway. The house at the end was still hidden from view, and I
knew it was one of those homes where the owner paid a great deal of
money for their security. You'd never even know the driveway was
there if you hadn't been told about it. As we pulled up towards the
house I gasped. It was huge. And old. God knows how many years ago it
had been built, but it was a mansion. I imagined in the light of day
it would have taken my breath away. Even here, in the cold, quiet
dark it was impressive. I pulled where directed and a thin gentleman
opened the door for me and another got Daniel's door.
"C'mon. It's fine," he said to me when I hesitated. "Marcus,
Lionel," he nodded at the two gentleman. I didn't know which was
which, but they both asked questions of him as if they knew him well.
He answered politely and paid close attention when they answered his
questions. He behaved as though he'd been around money his whole
life. There was nothing nouveau riche about him. While they drove my
car around to the back of the house I stared up at the turrets on top
of the building and shivered. It was the kind of shiver that swept to
your whole body. The kind that my mother described as
someone 'walking on your grave' and Daniel smiled comfortingly at me.
He placed his big hand softly on the back of my neck and steered me
towards the front door. Before he could knock it opened and the
strains of classical violins came at me softly. We stepped into the
foyer and I saw the man who'd opened the door for us. He was dressed
in a tuxedo the same was as Lionel and Marcus, but I could see he
wasn't thin like they were. Though he was nowhere near as huge as
Daniel his body strained at the shoudlers of the cloth and the
buttons of the shirt stretched across his chest. He smoothly took my
jacket and while Daniel unbuttoned his coat I heard them speak while
I looked at the carved wood in the foyer by the light of the candles.
"Geoffrey, looks like you've gotten bigger." Daniel stopped
taking of his coat and put a hand across Geoffrey's pecs. "Nice and
solid." He chucked his fingers under the young man's chin while he
blushed slightly.
"Thank you Sir. It's very kind of you to notice. I'm to wait
until the end of the month to get fitted again for a new uniform, but
this one may not last till then Sir." His voice had a heavy British
accent and was higher and more musical than Daniel's was. Daniel
removed his coat and handed it to Geoffrey and again I gasped. Though
the front foyer was lit entirely by candles, I saw that Daniel wore
nothing but a pair of leather pants and those shiny boots. He was
shirtless and I immediately began to get hard at the sight of his
huge body. My eyes dropped to the floor and ran up his body the way
it would happen in a movie. The leather pants looked like they had
been made personally for him, hugging his calves and thighs. If the
light had been brighter I probably would have seen the deep cuts
through the black leather that covered him. His waist was tight.
Tighter than the leather pants and though even a fashion model would
have had a small roll of fat hanging over the side there was nothing
like that on Daniel. His stomach was a perfect eight pack and the
intercostal and oblique muscles stood out in sharp contrast and for a
moment I wondered if he was a living model for an anatomy class. The
crevice of his smooth chest must have been two inches deep and I knew
if I'd been on my knees I wouldn't have seen his face because of the
huge shelf his chest formed. There were veins wriggling on his
shoulders and if he'd told me to I could have traced them over the
peak of his biceps. down to his forearms. He had some hair on his
forearms, though not much, but even they couldn't obscure the
muscular development. I swallowed hard, not even believing that he
and I were both made of the same parts, the same blood and bone and
flesh and muscles.
My mouth was still gaped open when he reached up quickly and I
heard rather than felt him place a leash and collar around my
neck. "What the--" I had almost sworn, but there was something about
the atmosphere, the music and the candle light that made me hold
back.
He placed a thick, sturdy finger over my mouth to silence
me. "Shhh, Jayson. From here on for the rest of the night, you'll
stay on the leash. I guarantee when I take it off you'll miss it."
Geoffrey chuckled and I felt Daniel tug on it slightly and I
followed him into the main part of the house.
"Welcome to the Hellfire Club Jayson. I don't know if you know
this, but back in the 1800's in England the original club was a group
of anarchists. We're way different now. We stay away from all the
political stuff and focus on sheer libertine values. You'll probably
see things that'll shock that cute little midwestern mind of yours."
I turned to him sharply. "C'mon Jayson. You didn't think I'd bring
you here without doing a little research. The guys at the club do a
stricter background check than the FBI does. I know all about you." I
frowned and started to reach up to take the collar off when he shot
me a look. This was a man who was used to being obeyed and when he
glared I could feel my hands move down swiftly. Another couple passed
us and Daniel nodded to them. They were the opposite of us. The man
holding the leash was portly and balding and had a gray beard trimmed
close. The man on the end of the leash was a bodybuilder. Not as big
as Daniel but close. He wasn't as cut as Daniel, but instead had the
look of a football or rugby player. Solid, but not a bodybuilder. He
looked immensely strong as if he could snap the leather leash in a
second but he kept his eyes downcast, being led around as if he were
a docile child.
The balding man nodded at Daniel and they shook hands chatting
briefly and politely about the weather and whatever else while the
rugby player and I stood at their sides and slightly behind them
silent. Daniel snagged a glass of champagne from a waiter who had the
most beautiful face I'd ever seen on a man. His skin looked like
porcelain and his eyes were the same shade of blue as the Caribbean
ocean. He wore a collar but no leash and leather short shorts.
Otherwise he had no socks or shoes and his body was as smooth as
anything I'd ever seen. He practically shined. Daniel didn't even
acknowledge the man, the way the balding man didn't acknowledge me. I
saw another bodybuilder standing at the base of an enormous
staircase, one foot on the bottom step the other on the ground. Like
Daniel he was stripped to the waist. He wore motorcycle cop boots and
a pair of leather jodhpurs, black gloves around his hands. Unlike
Daniel he was hairy chested and while the thick, dense fur covering
his chest and stomach stopped anyone from seeing much definition (at
least at this distance in candle light and dim overhead lighting) it
did nothing to hide the fact that he was huge. Probably about 240
pounds of muscle and attitude. He smoked a thick cigar and while one
servant knelt before him, holding an ashtray in the flat of his palm
another was almost flat on the ground licking his boots. The big man
was having a perfectly normal conversation with a short young man in
a suit. I must have startled a little because I could feel Daniel
yank on my collar. He was saying goodbye to the balding man and
Daniel began to walk me around the house. He pointed out little
details of the architecture and I was amazed at how beautiful the
house was. If I hadn't been so frightened I might have enjoyed myself
a little.
"Anyway, we here at Hellfire have a nice little private set-up.
I've never even actually met the owner, but he started out with a
nice little circle of friends. Every one's been prescreened and
brought in slowly. Just think about it Jayson. Every dirty little
fantasy you've had has come true here. And a lot of one's you haven't
even thought of yet." He smiled and patted me on the head as if I
were a cute little puppy. He wrapped a hand around my throat and
pushed me up against the wall. I felt cold wood through my suit and
also a trickle of sweat run down my sides. "Of course, there's only so
much we can do outside of the rooms. Discretion after all." But he
leaned forward and kissed me, long and deep, his tongue as thick and
muscular as his body. I groaned into his mouth and we were so into
the kiss that when someone touched me I bit down slightly on his
tongue.
We both looked up and saw a man in a suit with his hand firmly on
my ass cheek. The man was plain looking and had a slight bump in his
nose as if it had been broken.
Daniel pulled his hand off my throat and turned to the
man. "Nobody interferes unless they're specifically asked to. He's
mine tonight." And with that he grabbed the man around the front of
his belt and lifted him off the ground. The man looked as shocked by
the display of strength as I was and again my jaw dropped.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. He's just so cute and adorable. I
didn't think you'd mind."
Daniel shook the man as if he were a rag doll. "Well, I do mind.
Like I said he's all mine." The Man grabbed his belt as if he were
afraid Daniel's huge hand would rip though the leather. Out of
nowhere Lionel appeared as if he melted through the wall.
"Is there a problem Sir?" He looked and sounded unflappable and
I knew he'd be the kind of person I'd want in charge in case of any
emergency.
"Not at all Lionel." Daniel didn't even look at him, just held
the man at arms length above his head for another minute. Then he put
him down and growled at the man who almost ran away.
"So sorry about that Sir. He's new and, most likely, hasn't had
anyone show him around properly. I'll see that he learns Sir. Unless,
you'd prefer I eject him?"
"You ok little one?" Daniel turned to me with a look of concern
in his dark, beautiful eyes.
I nodded. "Fine, thank you. He just startled me."
"Naw, don't bother Lionel." Daniel said. "We're fine."
"Very good Sir." And off he melted again into the dark. I didn't
even hear footsteps.
"I'm sorry," I said to Daniel. "I hope I didn't hurt you. With
the biting."
Daniel gave me a look, as if to remind me I couldn't hurt him on
his worst day and my best day. "So, what would you like to see first
little one?" I wasn't sure how I felt about that nickname but it
seemed appropriate, given the situation. "I could take you to my
private room first, but then we might miss some of the shows. I know,
I'll take you around first, get you all hot and hard and ready for
me. You know when I take you, it'll be hard, don't you Jayson?" He
paused and looked at me as words refused to come out of my mouth. "I
know that's what you want. You know that check we ran on you? Well we
hacked into your computer. I know all about those bodybuilder sites
you go to on the web. I know the pictures of the leather men you
download, the wrestling tapes you've ordered. All those big guys
against small guys matches. The thing is, I bet you haven't done too
much about it. Probably why you've been hitting the gym so hard,
isn't it? To attract guys like me? Here's the thing though, little
one, you don't really want to get to big because you like the
differences, the opposites, don't you? You worry if you get too big
you'll be able to defeat all those big men in wrestling matches?
Don't you worry Jayson. You'll never be able to beat me." I was
crying again and he wiped the tears away. "I know what'll cheer you
up, little one. C'mon, this'll be fun." And he led me deep into the
heart of the house on that leash.


I realized the house was much bigger than it seemed from the
outside. And it seemed like a castle from the outside. Whoever owned
this house and had started this club must have been phenomenally
wealthy. I figured that out when Daniel tugged at my leash and pulled
me into an elevator. The lighting in the elevator was almost as dim
as the house. Rather than make anything seem gloomy or even scary it
created a softer effect, covering the walls and even the people in
shadows. In Daniel's case it made his muscles appear even more cut
and defined, if that were possible. He rested his arm across my
shoulders, leash in hand and I felt the heavy weight of his body. It
made me bend my knees a bit and I wondered just how strong this man
could be.
The elevator dinged softly and we stepped out into a long
corridor. He walked quickly and confidently and I ran a bit to keep
up with him so the leash wouldn't pull tight around my throat. He
turned the corner and grabbed my hand to check my watch. "We should
be just in time," he said, his voice echoing in the corridor. He
opened the door and we stepped into a huge room. It was set up like
an operating room observatory with seats overlooking a huge room.
There were maybe ten or fifteen men in the seats already and he
pulled me along. He chose a seat in the third row and sat down,
throwing one massive leg over the seat rest. He gestured for me to
sit and I took the chair next to him. Once I was settled I realized
the seat itself rested about three inches lower than his own. When I
looked around I noticed everyone who had a man on a leash (there were
maybe six others who did) sat on a veritable throne. Their seats were
high backed and wide, made of ornately carved wood. The seats those
of us on leashes sat in were comfortable, but they were made to
remind of us of our places in submission. We were less than the men
who led us around. There was a waiter in a tuxedo who offered Daniel
a drink, but he waved it away, without even asking me if I wanted
anything. Everything that we had encountered so far was like a great
divide between the haves and the have nots; everything reminded me
that I was less than he was. I looked down at the area below us and
saw metal dividers placed at strange and curious angles. It reminded
me of something I had seen, but I couldn't quite place it. Daniel
moved the end of the leash into his left hand and wrapped his right
arm around me again, puling me close to him. I rested my head against
the side of his chest and the skin was warm and solid under my cheek.
He bounced his pecs for me a few times and on the third bounce my
face literally was pushed off his body. He smiled and pulled me in
again and the side of my lips brushed his chest. I knew that I
couldn't do more without his permission so I shifted slightly in my
seat. He chuckled and petted the top of my head as if I were a good
puppy.
The lights dimmed in the audience and two men came into the room
below us from a door I hadn't seen before. They were slightly built,
thinner than myself and wore only loincloths of what looked like soft
brown leather around their waists. The lights hit them and they
looked like helpless children. They looked around them with a look of
both fear and excitement and for some reason I felt a paint of
sympathetic fear in my stomach. A voice came over the
loudspeaker. "Gentlemen," it boomed in perfect rounded
tones. "Tonight's maze will be run by William and Thomas." Polite
applause as they raised their hands in turn. William's hair was
longer and darker, and Thomas had a milky white complexion and
freckles along his back. "And, introducing our hounds for tonight.
Please welcome Frederick and Julio." The door clanged open again and
two huge men entered. They were almost down on their hands and knees
moving like Tarzan did in those old movies. They wore loin cloths as
well but theirs were made of fur and they wore capes and hoods made
of fur like the old Greek drawings of Hercules. They had leashes
around their necks and were led by the biggest man I had ever seen.
He had nowhere near the muscles of Daniel, but instead looked a
little like a trucker or biker. He wore tight blue jeans and a cut
off flannel shirt wide open to reveal a solid hairy gut and arms as
big as my thighs. Frederick and Julio began to growl and bark but a
yank on their leashes and a command from the trucker brought them to
heel at his sides. "Tonights handler is the best. Butch!" The arena
resounded with applause and most people leaned forward in their
seats. "House rules, as always, gentlemen. Enjoy the maze." And the
voice disappeared.
Daniel leaned into me. "If they make it through the maze they
win. If not...well, let's just say the puppies have a good meal." He
smiled at me and leaned back. A gunshot sounded to start the race...

When the gunshot sounded I jumped in my seat. Well, I tried to
jump anyway, but though I wanted to and tried to, Daniel's arm was
still around my shoulder, and the immense weight of his one arm kept
me still. He looked down at me and smiled.
"Didn't mean to startle you, little one." His voice was
mesmerising and caressed me all over. "The prey, William and Thomas,
they get minute's head start. Then Butch will let Frederick and Julio
go. If the prey gets to the other door before they get caught then
they get promoted. We all come in like you do, on a leash. The strong
or very, very influential get promoted. They win one of the games." I
must have looked a little startled, because he answered my unspoken
question: "There's lots of other games here sunshine. The night is
just starting. Anyway, the thing with this game is to use your head.
The dead ends aren't really dead ends, but most of the prey just
panics when they're cornered and start to cry or beg. That's the fun
part. The hounds are trained by Butch to track the prey I don't know
how he does it but, I swear by the time he's through with them, they
actually seem to be able to smell the fear."
"Is this the game you won? To get off your leash?" My own voice
seemed small and quiet among the cheers and applause.
He smiled again and I was lost in his eyes. "Yep. But honestly, I
just punched my way through in a straight line. The maze was closed
for four months while they did repairs."
Butch had taken Frederick and Juilo off their leashes and just
held onto their collars. Their fur capes had been removed and sweat
and oil dripped down their backs. They played around at Butch's feet
as if they were dogs, batting at each other and growling like fierce
creatures. Julio's skin was darker than Frederick's and their backs
were so broad someone could have probably used them as movie screens.
The second gunshot sounded and another cheer went up from the
audience as Butch released their collars. They took off like rockets,
moving faster than I would have thought possible considering they
were moving like apes.
William and Thomas had spilt up and I wanted to yell to Thomas
that he was headed into a dead end. I could see it from where I was
sitting and when he turned the corner I could see the freckles across
his back pale when he realized he was trapped. Julio and Frederick
split up as well when they had come to the first corner and I thought
I saw Frederick put his head to the ground and sniff. In any case
before Thomas could turn around and run Frederick blocked his way
out. True to Daniel's prediction Thomas began to panic and look
around wild-eyed. Thomas tried half-heartedly to get around Frederick
but before he could Frederick leapt and tackled him to the ground. I
could hear Thomas' breath knocked from him, when Frederick grabbed
him by the hair and lifted him up. When Frederick stood up fully on
his two legs I could see just how small Thomas was in his grip. He
was grasping Thomas under his armpits and with a casual shrug he
launched Thomas back towards the corridor. Thomas flew about twenty
feet through the air and landed hard. If he hadn't been so small and
so hurt he could have tried to outrun Frederick again, but there was
no chance of his getting back up. Frederick stayed standing fully
erect and walked slowly towards Thomas. Thomas tried, bless him, to
crawl away, but he was trying to hard to catch his breath. Frederick
picked Thomas up again and lifted him over his head. Thomas' eyes
opened wildly as he stared at the ceiling. Frederick shifted his
hands until one hand rested in the small of Thomas' back and then he
took one hand away. Thomas was being held by one powerful arm about
eight feet off the ground.
Frederick lowered Thomas until he was shoulder level and then
shot his arm up quickly in the air sending Thomas flying. He yelled
but the scream was cut short as he dropped to the ground again.
Frederick crossed his arms across that massive chest while he waited
for Thomas to catch his breath. When Thomas was finally able to get
back to his knees, Frederick reached down and ripped the man's loin
cloth off revealing a half hard dick and smooth sack. Before he could
even attempt to cover himself he found himself being lifted off the
ground in a full nelson. His face was a mask of agony as his chin was
forced into his chest. Frederick shook him like a rag doll and
Thomas' legs moved of their own accord snapping back and forth as his
body tried to adjust to the sharp movements Frederick subjected him
to. It took me a minute but I realized that more like a cat than a
dog Frederick was playing with his prey. Frederick set Thomas down
gently and turned him around so they were face to face, or more
accurately face to pecs. Frederick was breathing heavily now, and his
huge pecs slammed into Thomas' face almost sending him to the ground.
Thomas' cries for mercy were silenced by a huge hand wrapping around
the front of his face. With barely any effort Frederick lifted him
off the ground and slammed him, back first into the metal wall.
Frederick's arms tried vainly to pry all that muscle and power off of
him, but I knew, even in his own head, he'd given up. Frederick
slammed him again and let go. Thomas sank to the floor, close to
unconsciousness. Frederick walked to the end of the corridor and
gripped the metal edge. I hadn't seen it, but there was a decorative
metal edge bolted to the corridor. Closing his eyes in concentration
he grunted and pulled. The metal creaked as it began to separate and
my jaw dropped again (how many times had it dropped that night?) as I
saw the bolts drop to the floor with a clink. In another minute
Frederick had pulled the entire seven-foot piece of metal off the
divider.
Balancing it he moved to the corridor so he could hold it
horizontally. He twisted the metal around and around as easily as I
would a tie on a loaf of bread until we all heard it snap and break
in two. He dropped one piece to the ground and carefully gripped the
jagged edge so he wouldn't cut himself. He began to squeeze and
though I couldn't see it I could almost heard the metal fight against
the power in his fist. Sweat dropped from Frederick's brow as the
muscles in his arms bulged with power. I could see the triceps move
as if they had a will of their own. They were like thick cords of
rope under his skin until finally he pulled his hand away and the
metal had fused into a thick, unsharp lump. He propped Thomas in a
sitting position against the wall with the metal edge against his
back. With his feet firmly planted on the ground and the striations
between his pecs bulged out with massive power. The metal bent in a u-
shape around Thomas' body and he began to return to consciousness.
When he realized what was happening he snapped awake and tried to
squirm free, but it was too late. Frederick had bent the metal into a
trap. Thomas' dick sprang to full attention in the presence of such
sheer power.
When the iron bar was wrapped fully around Thomas encircling
his body Frederick leaned down and found a handhold in the bar and
stood up as if Thomas were no more than a light briefcase. He walked
back to Butch and dropped Thomas at his feet, presenting his master
with a present. William was already there his hands and feet tied
with both his own loin cloth and with Julio's. Frederick dropped
back to his knees and ran to Butch's side getting some sort of treat
while the big man petted him and scratched behind his ears.
The announcer's flat voice clicked back over the
loudspeakers: "Well, not that we expected different but the winners
are the hounds, Frederick and Julio." The men in attendance
cheered. "The next show will begin in exactly forty-five minutes
gentleman." The voice clicked off and Daniel stood up tugging at my
leash.
"C'mon boy. There's another few shows I want you to see. Then
you'll get a nice private show. Just you and me." We went back into
the corridor along with a few other couples and Daniel took me in the
opposite direction most people were walking. He knocked on a door and
turned the knob. Inside Thomas and William sat, still tied on the
floor against the far wall. The room held none of the opulence of the
other rooms and instead seemed to serve as holding area for the
hounds. There were men lying on the floor, some curled on large dog
beds, some curled on a sofa. Butch sat in one of two chairs in the
room, the other unoccupied. His big face lit up when he saw Daniel
and a few of, what I assumed were other hounds moved out of his way
as he crossed to us.
"Come in, come in." His voice was unlike Daniel's. It was deep
and rough and held no elegance or caress to it. I could see wisps of
hair from his armpits as he hugged Daniel, ignoring me. "Danny, it's
good to see you. What have you been up to?"
Daniel tilted his head in my direction. "Just testing some new
waters."
Butch looked at me, as if noticing me for the first time. He put
his huge hand under my chin and it was sweaty and damp. He shifted my
head back and forth as if inspecting me (actually I knew he was
inspecting me) and grunted. "He wouldn't last two minutes with any of
my pups." As if called Julio came up to Butch's side and glared at
me. Butch raised an eyebrow and Daniel nodded and Julio began to
sniff me, behaving as an actual dog would. I looked down and saw arms
bigger than my thighs and I could feel a cold sweat run down my back.
"It's his first visit Butch. Maybe next time I'll take you up on
that."
Butch laughed and pet my head, ruffling my hair. "Have a few
minutes?"
"For you? Always." And Daniel kept his grip on my leash. They
each sat in a chair and as Julio curled up at Butch's feet, Daniel
turned to me. "Down boy." And I knelt at his side, feeling strangely
vulnerable and naked, even though I was wearing more clothes than
anyone in the room.
"What show are you catching next?" Butch asked.
"I don't know yet." Daniel turned to me. "What show do you want
to see next Pup?" And he threw his head back and laughed and I knew
it didn't matter what I said. Daniel would see whatever he chose to,
and later on he would do whatever he chose to do with me, and I'd
happily accept.

Daniel led me again down the hallway. The iron and brick walls
of what I assumed was the basement were strangely cold and mechanical
compared to the carved wood and candlelight in the upstairs part of
the house. In spite of myself I shivered. Daniel noticed and turned
to me.
"You all right little one?" His voice was reassuring and gentle
in sharp contrast to the huge muscles of his body, which could have
snapped flesh and bone with no trouble.
"It's just, I was just remembering Thomas and William. And Butch.
What he ordered those guys to do to them. And then to make me watch.
He looked at me like he wanted me to run that maze."
"Butch is harmless Jayson. Honestly. And as for Thomas and
William, they didn't have anything done to them they didn't want
done. No matter what it may have looked like."
"But those screams, and they way they fought so hard when the
others, well, you know."
"Jayson," he said, backing me up against the wall, putting a
hand on either side of my head, still holding that leash. "This place
is about fantasies. And part of what all of us have in common is
dominating or being dominated. That's part of sex. Especially when a
guy is built like me. Someone always has to be dominant and in
charge, which means that someone always needs to be submissive." He
slid his down my shoulder and across my neck squeezing slightly.
Leaning down his voice was hoarse in my ear. "See here? This is
dangerous, but you like it. You know I could strangle you or snap
your neck. I could knock you out and you'd wake up screaming on the
end of my dick, or anyone else's that I felt deserved you. You could
wake up in any one of dozens of rooms in this place as part of a
show. And that scares you shitless." He reached down and grabbed my
cock through the pants of my suit. "But I notice that it doesn't make
your hard-on go away. I bet, if anything it's making you harder.
Danger's all around you little one. Enjoy it. It's a rush." He paused
for a moment and slipped his tongue into my ear, making me groan and
squirm in his grip which only caused me to choke more. "And besides,
we are called the Hellfire Club, not the Hugs and Puppies club. Maybe
the next room won't be so bad for you, " he said, leading me down the
hallway again.
Outside the room we were headed to were two men. Neither was on
a leash. They looked up at Daniel and I could see a flicker of
recognition flash across the face of the shorter of the two. His
expression of pure lust (when he looked at Daniel) changed to shock,
then hatred when he looked at me. If Daniel noticed either the look
or the man he gave no sign but he moved his body so that he blocked
me from walking in front of them and placed his hand on my back
allowing me to enter the room first. Something inside of me, some
bell rang and told me that this was neither the time nor place to ask
and so I kept my mouth shut.
This room was much brighter than any other I had seen. One whole
side of the square room was lined with mirrors and there were no
short seats this time. Instead the men who were on leashes sat either
on the floor or on ottomans at the base of each throne. One man
dressed in head to toe leather sat chatting to the man next to him,
with his leg thrown over the shoulder of the man at his feet. The man
on the floor sat at rigid attention supporting the entire weight of
the nicely shaped leg. Daniel sat in a throne just right of center
and placed one foot on the ottoman, leaving me just enough room to
perch on the edge. Perpendicular to us was a line of men of varying
ages, races, and heights. The tallest must have been six foot six. He
was lanky and thin, his ribs showing slightly. Next to him was a
chubby man probably about six foot four. They were all naked. The
chubby man's dick was already hard, but it was short and stubby and
barely stuck out beyond his beer gut. The shortest man couldn't have
been much more than five six but he was stocky and muscular. Each of
the men had straps around their chests made of what looked like a
sturdy thick leather. Each strap had a leather loop in the middle.
They stood at military 'at ease' and on either end stood attendants
in their tuxedos with more straps in beautiful wicker baskets at
their sides. In contrast to the soft classical music that wafted
through the upper floors and the cheers of the maze room this one had
club music being piped in making conversation with Daniel impossible.
Without moving his upper body Daniel took his right foot off the
ottoman and replaced it with his left, lifting his right leg over my
head and placing it on the other side of me trapping me between those
massive thighs. The effect was both claustrophobic and comforting and
I noticed he did it when the short man from outside the room walked
in. He made a great show of indifference towards Daniel, the kind of
show which always draws more attention than if you had just stared in
the first place.
A door hidden in the corner of the room opened and two men
walked in wearing gym clothes. The first man was big the second
bigger. Big wore baggy khaki shorts, white sneakers with no socks and
a baggy white tank top. The fact that it was baggy did nothing to
stop anyone from seeing the powerful traps and big chest underneath
the clothing and his calf muscles had that diamond shape that most
men dream of but could never achieve. Bigger wore no shirt, but had
on long army fatigue pants and black scuffed workboots. His arms
were, perhaps, slightly smaller than Daniel's, but not by much. They
were covered in tattoo's, which hid some definition but seemed to
only enhance the sheer size. I studied them but the shapes and colors
seemed to blend together as if part of a mural or larger art work.
You couldn't separate the pieces you had to take them together.
Big had dark hair and eyes. His hair was just barely long enough
in the back for him to pull it into a ponytail and though I bet he
hadn't shaved this morning he had barely a hint of any five o'clock
shadow. Bigger was blond, but his head was shaved close as if he'd
left marine boot camp and came right here. I realized he was a little
like a Tom of Finland character come to life, though his waist wasn't
tiny, but rather he had small love handles.
There was no announcement this time but instead the two men went
to long, flat benches in the middle of the floor. They sat in unison
and nodded at the attendants who brought two men to them. Big had an
average sized man and Bigger took one of the heavier men. Not the
chubby one but a taller man who had some bulk to him. The attendants
lifted the first man off the floor until he was parallel to it and
handed him to Big who proceeded to use the man as a weight for his
bench press. The first twelve reps were pumped out in rapid
succession, the man being lifted staying stiff as a board but his
erection growing with each rep. By the time Big got to the fifteenth
rep he was struggling slightly and his breathing was heavier. With a
loud grunt he pumped out two more before the attendants relieved him
of the man. The human weight stayed next to the bench, his hard on
glowing a bright rosy color because of all the blood rushing to it.
The attendants struggled a little with the second man as they
positioned him for Bigger. It was no struggle, however for Bigger as
he pumped out twenty perfect reps with the man. At one point I was
afraid he would launch the man into the air at the audience. Bigger
didn't have the attendants take the man from him, instead grabbing
the loop in the front of the leather strap and tilting, setting the
weight down gently on his left. He stood up and looked over the
audience's heads in the mirror while he moved his arms back and forth
across his chest enjoying the pump. Big did a second set with the
same man, while Bigger moved on to the next heavier. This time he
seemed to struggle a little, letting out that bodybuilder grunt with
each succesive rep. This time he did allow the attendants to help
lower the man to the ground. Big finished his bench press with the
stocky man Bigger had started with. He pumped out eight reps with
Bigger acting as a spotter. The weightifters acted as if no one else
were aroound and Bigger kept yelling out encouragement, "It's all
you! This is nothing. Pump it, pump it!" Big screamed one the last
rep and Bigger lowered the man while Big stood up and ripped his
shirt in two dropping it on the floor. His torso was etched out in
perfect detail as if he were a statue carved of marble and there was
a slight bit of hair around his navel tapering off into the top of
his briefs. Big and Bigger high fived each other while the attendants
removed the shirt pieces from the floor.
They called out four men this time. Big took the shortest two
while Bigger took two men about my height. Bigger appraised one of
the men and sent him back calling out a man who was a little taller
but seemed closer in weight to the one he kept. The four men the back
wall, keeping their bodies stiff and Big and Bigger bent down
grabbing the front loops on the straps and stood up hefting the human
weights into shoulder presses. One of the weights had a long, curved
dick, which brushed against Bigger's side each time he lowered the
man. At one point, I think both to show off to us and to Big, Bigger
locked the men in the highest position, his arms locked and he turned
in a complete circle with the two men in the air. Not to be outdone
Big did the same and began to walk around the room. They lowered the
weights, less gently this time and giggled like two kids as they
pointed at each other. Bigger shoved his weights towards Big and took
his positon as spotter again bracing Big's elbows as he struggled.
They moved onto bicep curls next. As attendants attached similar
straps to the chosen men's lower thighs. Big had taken the short,
muscular man while Bigger took the tallest man. They stood far enough
apart so as to not bash the men's heads together as began. the first
set they did facing us, but the second they did facing opposite walls
so we could watch their biceps work. Their biceps bunched like
baseballs, no, cannon balls, filling with blood. I could see the pump
engorging their already huge muscles and I leaned into Daniel as he
absent mindedly stroked the top of my head with his fingers.
Biggest dropped the man to the floor when he couldn't complete
another rep and the man lay there while the attendants undid his legs
so he could stand up again. They led him and then the stocky man back
to the wall as Big and bigger called out the chubby man. They brought
him front and center, close to us and undid his chest strap, tossing
it to the attendants.
I wondered what they would do to pump up even further and Daniel
leaned won to whisper in my ear: "Watch this, Jayson. This is the
most fun part."
The chubby man stood between Big and Bigger and Daniel tightened
his legs, trapping me between them. I could tell he was excited for
whatever was going to happen.
Big and Bigger circled Chubby, as if they were appraising him
for purchase. Bigger moved directly behind Chubby and gripped his
triceps, pulling his arms directly out in a 't' shape. Moving his
hands to Chubby's wrists he turned them up causing the man's meager
biceps to flex. There was almost no rounding to his arms, his biceps
barely even registered to my eyes. Big stood just to the side and
poked Chubby's arms with a tanned finger. It sunk into the muscle and
Big and Bigger looked at each other. For a moment there was silence.
Then they started to laugh.
"Look at that, man," Big said through his chuckles. "Think maybe
our jobs are in danger?"
"With muscles like that he's gonna throw us around like we're rag
dolls!" Bigger retorted back. Chubby flushed bright red all over his
body and I could see his dick get harder, even though it was still
partially hidden underneath his paunch.
"Go ahead," Bigger said to Chubby. "Move me." And he roughly
turned the man around holding his arms out to the side. "Lift me."
I could see Chubby was still blushing with embarrassment but he
wrapped his arms around Bigger and tried to lift him. He was grunting
and gasping for breath as he tried to move Bigger even an inch off
the floor. I don't think Bigger was blocking him or doing anything
other than standing there. It was no use.
"Oh no," Bigger said with phony fear dripping from his voice. "Oh
no. He's doing it. He's moving me." And with that he began to walk
around the room with Chubby clutching his waist. The man's toes
scraped the padded floor as Bigger made a huge circle walking as if
there weren't a two hundred plus pound man holding onto him for dear
life. Bigger returned to his original spot and Chubby's hands
slipped, dropping him to the floor at Bigger's feet. "Jesus, dude,"
he said to Big. "Have you ever seen such power?"
"Naw," Big said, yanking Chubby to his feet. "And look at those
abs. It's like someone carved them." He started poking Chubby
watching his fingers sink deep into the untoned flesh. Again the two
bodybuilders started laughing and I could hear laughter coming from
all around me. The naked men standing against the wall looked both
relieved and jealous that the punishment belonged to someone else for
the night. The attendants remained as impassive as always, but the
men in the audience, especially those who were in the seats were
laughing along at the man's humiliation. Daniel included. "Hey, I bet
he wouldn't even feel it if we punched him," Bigger continued after
the laughter died down. And he pulled his fist back, a look of fear
crossed Chubby's face as he waited. Big shot his fist forward
stopping it at the last minute to give Chubby barely a tap. Chubby
let loose a relieved exhale and stood there. For exactly the second
it took for Bigger to let loose a quick punch. Anyone could tell there
was barely any of his true power behind it, but it sent Chubby back
to his knees.
"Man, you were right. He barely felt that." Bigger picked Chubby
back up. "Do you think maybe if we double teamed him?"
Big nodded and Bigger turned the man around and locked him into a
full nelson. He stood completely upright bringing Chubby off the
ground, his toes not even brushing the floor. His torso totally
exposed and vulnerable, his eyes shut tight with embarrassment Chubby
waited for the onslaught to begin. He didn't have long to wait, as
Big began to unload punches. They were light at first, barely making
contact.
First he concentrated on Chubby's chest. (I hesitate to call them
pecs.) It didn't take much longer than thirty seconds for them to
turn bright red and show fist indentations across them. Big pulled
back and turned to Bigger. Cupping the right side of the man's pecs
in his hand he began to jiggle the soft and sore flesh up and
down. "Guy, you should see how hard these muscles are. It's like they
make my pecs look like a chick's boobs." The two men laughed again at
Chubby's expense.
"Yeah?" Bigger answered. "Let me see." He passed Chubby over to
Big who pulled the man's arms up behind his back and held both hands
there with just one of his own. Bigger yanked on the man's saggy tits
showing just how out of shape he was. Chubby gasped and cried out in
pain, tears streaming down his face. "And look how stoic he is. It's
like no matter what we do, he can't feel it." The two men giggled
like schoolgirls, no like schoolyard bullies with no teacher in
sight on the playground.
Daniel leaned down to me again. "Maybe that'll be you someday,
little one." I looked at him in fear and he smiled that comforting
smile. "Of course, you'll be able to take a lot more pain and
punishment by then. I'll have trained you myself, after all." And he
sat back in the chair before I could respond.
"Hey, let's see how much I can take from those powerhouse
thighs," Bigger said as he grabbed Chubby's legs and wrapped them
around his waist. Like a lot of men Chubby's legs were thin compared
to his upper body giving him that sort of potato shape I'd have to
fight against. I swore to myself I would up my squats and leg presses
at the gym adding an extra set to them the next time I was there.
"Now, let's hope he takes it easy on me." Bigger said as Chubby
gripped his legs tightly around his waist, locking his ankles. Big
dropped the man's arms and he remained trapped in mid air, the only
thing holding him up his own leg strength. Bigger remained standing
in the middle of the room, totally unaffected by the leg scissors
being applied to him. He grinned, big and evil, and then dropped to
his knees faking pain and agony. "Arrrrrgh, oh man, take it easy.
You're breaking my ribs and my back." He could barely say it with a
straight face and I could see Chubby redouble his efforts, partially
out of fear of falling to the ground and partially in an attempt to
show he had some strength. After a minute, Bigger stood up with the
man still attached to him and started staggering around the room the
same way he had when the man tried to lift him. "He's crushing me,
dude! Crushing me. Help me out. Rescue me!!" Bigger yelled to Big.
"Jeez man, I can't. Do you see this guy's power? He'd kill me."
Big replied. Both men could barely keep from laughing through their
bad mock dialogue of fright.
"You gotta do it man. When he's done with me he's gonna come
after you. The only chance we have is if we work together," Big was
partially holding Chubby up now, as sweat began to run down his
thighs from the helplessness of his struggle. Big crossed to him and
grabbed Chubby's wrists, while Bigger easily pulled Chubby's ankles
apart. "Whew, thanks man. We better take advantage now, before he
powers out and just mops the floor with the two of us." They held him
parallel to the floor and stretched him out just a little. Bigger's
face shot up. "You!," he barked to the tallest man. "Here. Now." The
lanky man crossed to them , his semi-flaccid dick slapping against
his thighs. "Did you do cardio today?" Lanky shook his head no and
Bigger smiled over Chubby at Big. They nodded at each other. "Well,
you're going to now." Lanky nodded, swallowing a lump in his
throat. "You know what the best cardio is? It's not the treadmill or
the stairmaster. A lot of guys don't even consider it because they
think it's girly, but it's jump rope." And with that Big and Bigger
swung the chubby man around as if he were a jump rope. Before Lanky
had the chance to do anything Chubby smashed into him powered by the
bodybuilders. Lanky flew across the room and landed, sprawled out
across the floor and the whole room erupted in laughter.
"Pathetic," Big spat out. "Get back here." Lanky stood up,
uneasily and came back to them. "If you can't do it ten times in a
row, you're going to clean up tonight." Lanky's upper torso and chest
blushed deeper red than I thought any human being could and he
positioned himself, ready to jump. "You," Big said roughly, pointing
to the small man. "Come over here and count." He pointed to a spot
just out of the way and the bodybuilder's got ready to swing Chubby.
"One," the short man said as Lanky barely cleared the round
expanse of Chubby's stomach. I knew why they chose Lanky for the job.
His long legs, combined with their height and Chubby's stomach made
it difficult, if not impossible for Lanky to make it over each time.
He got to six before he stumbled over Chubby landing hard on his
stomach.
Big and Bigger snorted in unison and with barely a shrug tossed
Chubby across one of the weight benches. I heaved a silent sigh of
relief that he managed to twist his body so he landed stomach first
instead of back first across the bench. He pulled himself off, a
harsh red mark across his torso and went back to his place in line,
his stubby little cock harder than I'd seen anyone's. Big
sighed, "Time for the clean up." The lanky man started to cry as the
two attendants came over with leather straps a little longer than
usual. They undid the strap around his chest and retied it, trapping
his arms inside. They added extra straps around his torso and two or
three to his legs, immobilizing him totally. One of the attendants
reached into the breast pocket of his tuxedo and pulled out what
looked like a rag. Standing on his toes Bigger pulled a mask down
across Lanky's face. The mask had space for his nose and mouth but
covered his eyes and there were small pieces of what looked like a
swiffer all over the rest of it. Big held his hands out to Bigger and
went to lean against the wall. "I love this part man," he said to
Bigger.
Bigger laughed. "Me too man. I promise you can get the next one."
And with that he wrapped one arm under Lanky's lower torso and
grabbed the handle on the strap around his lower thighs. Upending him
he walked over to the weight benches and began to use Lanky's face
and mask to wipe the benches clean of sweat. After a few swipes he
pulled Lanky back and peered at the bench. "Naw, it's not clean. Use
your tongue this time too." We could see Lanky hesitate. "Open up man
or you won't be able to walk out of here." We all knew it was no idle
threat and Lanky's tongue shot out of the mask quickly. He gave the
bench a good licking and then Bigger shifted his grip so that the
back of Lanky's head, that part covered by the mop wiped the saliva
off the bench. Bigger looked at the bench again. "Not bad. Now for
the other one." And he began to wipe the other bench with the front
of Lanky's face. With a huge laugh he began to walk around the room
with Lanky as if he weighed no more than an actual mop. Which, of
course, to this man was probably the case. With a sadistic grin he
brought Lanky over to the audience. Walking towards Daniel he brought
Lanky to Daniel's crotch and rubbed him up and down a few times
before moving him to Daniel's boots. Next to me I could hear Lanky
crying in his mask and Daniel moved his other leg, placing his boot
on the back of Lanky's head and applying some pressure, pushing
Lanky's tongue onto the slick surface of his boot. Daniel nodded to
Bigger and he pulled Lanky away, the back of the human mops head
against the bottom of Daniel's shoe.
Whistling to himself as if he were a janitor Bigger began to use
Lanky to mop the entire floor. He gave most of the floor a cursory
cleaning, until he came to the spot just in front of Big. Big cleared
his throat and let out a giant wad of foamy spit, which landed on the
floor with a splat. "Tongue out," BIgger said, shaking Lanky, who was
sobbing loudly now, but he obeyed instantly and Big cruelly let out
four more spit wads, the last landing on his own dirty sneaker. Lanky
cleaned that, as well, taking what appeared to be some mud off the
shoe as well, leaving a clean patch amidst all the dirt.
Setting Lanky feet first on the floor, next to the attendants,
Big and Bigger walked to the center of the floor and bowed to cheers
and applause. The audience left their seats, some going up to Big and
Bigger, placing hands, hot with lust and desire on their arms or pecs
or backsides. The two men drank in the admiration, but I watched the
attendants as they removed Lanky's mask and was hypnotized by the
tears streaming down his face. Chubby also hadn't looked up since his
humiltiation just focusing on a spot on the floor.
Daniel turned my face towards his. "Did that upset you," he
asked me tenderly.
"It was a little difficult. I mean I liked the first part, but
the humiliation--"
"Listen to me, little one. We're hard here at Hellfire. We're
about domination and submission and sometimes even cruelty. But we
face those dark and dirty corners of our minds and our souls and we
embrace them. We don't run from them. No one here, no matter how
submissive, no matter how weak doesn't do anything they don't want.
All those men who are standing naked before us. They asked to be
there. Some of them begged for it. Some of them are empty inside;
hurting that weren't picked to be the mop for the show. Even me,
Jayson, I would love to take you upstairs to my room here and toss
you across the room onto the bed and wrap my hands in your hair and
yank while I push you down on my cock, but I would never do that to
you if you didn't want it. The domination is nothing to me if you
don't trust me. It doesn't excite me if your struggles are because
you really think I'd hurt you Jayson." He was silent for a minute and
despite the other people in the room, the noise, I felt as if it were
just he and I. "Here, I'll show you how much I want you to trust
me." He reached up and began to undo the leash at my throat. Before
he could do anything, though I reached up and stopped him. Even
without being able to see I could tell from my grip how much bigger
his hands were than mine.
"Please," I said simply, "don't." He smiled at me and took his
hand away and placed our hands, palm to palm, demonstrating to me
exactly what I thought of the size of our hands. He was bigger than
me. Much, much bigger.
"Jayson, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful
friendship." He wrapped me again in the comfort of that beautiful
laugh and for a second all was right with the world.
I could feel someone next to us before I heard the voice. "Hello
Daniel, long time, no see."
I looked up to see the short man from outside the room staring
down at us. Daniel stepped over me, drawing himself up to his full
height, towering over me and the short man. "Not long enough for me
Louie."
Louie looked down at me and smiled. He jerked his head in my
direction. "This your new play-thing?"
I opened my mouth to speak but Daniel, still holding the leash,
gripped me by the arm and yanked me, rougher than he intended, I
think, to my feet. "Stay away from us Louie. Both of us. Or else."
Daniel kept his grip on my arm and led me out of the door and quickly
down the hall towards the elevator. We were in the elevator alone
when he turned to me. "I know you have lots of questions, but I don't
want to talk about it now. I'll tell you when I feel like telling
you, got it?" I nodded. "Thanks," he said curtly. I leaned into him
and he put his arm around me tenderly and protectively and I knew, no
matter who this Louie person was he'd never be able to hurt me while
Daniel was around. Daniel leaned down, resting his considerable bulk
on me and kissed me on the head. "You're a good boy."
I had never felt so proud and I beamed from ear to ear as the
elevator doors slid open with a quiet ding

Daniel led me back out onto the main floor and we walked deeper into
the house, into the library.
The room was actually fairly well lit, and an elderly gentleman
looked up at Daniel and myself, looking up from the letter he was
writing. His smile was big and friendly and we returned the smile. He
went back to writing his letter on the back of a huge bodybuilder
dressed in nothing but a leather thong and wrist bands. There was a
small glass jar of ink balanced on the bodybuilders thick neck, and,
though I had no way of knowing how long he'd been there, I could tell
he was straining to keep still. The old man gave him a sharp slap on
the bare ass and it echoed in the small space. The bodybuilder
mumbled an apology and Daniel tugged on my leash a bit pulling me
after him. The door on the opposite end of the library opened up into
what must have, at one time, been a ball room. Now, though, there
were tables on the floor and huge drapes hung from the ceiling. The
drapes looked thick and heavy, the design somehow halfway between an
Indian fabric and old English fabrics. It must have had something to
do with the trim. There were attendants all along the wall and the
first one in line, as if they were taxis approached us.
"Hello Sir," he said to Daniel, ignoring me. "Would you like
private or public Sir?"
Daniel thought for a moment. "Semi-private, I think."
"Very good Sir." And he led Daniel and myself, off through the
center of the room. Daniel nodded occasionally to one of the seated
men until we reached a table partially hidden under the cone of a
drape. The back of the drape was propped up behind a semi-circular
couch. Daniel eased into the couch and half reclined, passing my
leash over to our waiter.
Daniel looked at me as the leather encasing his massive thighs
creaked, "Do you need to go to the washroom little one?"
I nodded and Daniel nodded at the waiter who led me further into
the dining hall. When Daniel led me around on the leash, there had
been some sort of pride in it, but having the attendant do it was
somehow different. Perhaps because he was indifferent to me, but
whatever caused it I suddenly blushed deep crimson. I must have held
back because the attendant turned to me slightly. "It's all right Sir.
It's actually quite a compliment. Most of the Dominants here aren't
comfortable enough to let a submissive out of their sight. It means
that Mr. Daniel Sir, is quite pleased with you Sir, and thinks you're
socially acceptable to be seen without him Sir. It's highly irregular
on a first visit to be seen with one of us." He smiled and I followed
after him, somewhat more at ease. The restroom was more opulent than
anything I'd ever seen before. The counter top was a peach colored
marble and the surface was almost reflective it was so highly
polished. Everywhere I looked there was just a beautiful appreciation
of finery. There was nothing arrogant or obnoxious about it. Just
everything about the house was simple. The message being 'I am the
best.'
Once we were back at the table, I was seated in a small chair
off to the side of the bench. I was on the side closest to Daniel's
head as he lounged on the bench, one shiny boot propped up on the
deep red bench.
"The usual Sir?" The attendant turned his attention back to
Daniel as he clipped the end of my leash onto a clip on the back of
my chair. Daniel nodded, smiling at the waiter. "And your...guest?"
the waiter asked.
"He'll have a seltzer water and red wine with dinner, thank you
Lucas."
"Very good Sir." Lucas turned, obviously pleased at being
remembered and went off to fetch our drinks.
"Like it?" Daniel asked me.
"This whole place is unreal. This house is exquisite. It's so
beautiful. I'd love to just walk around it in the daylight and see
all the carvings. The woodwork alone is--"
"Jayson, I didn't really mean the house." He looked at me the
way a patient parent would a small child. "I meant about what you've
seen."
"Oh," I answered dumbly. "It's a bit overwhelming." I put my
hands flat on the table for something solid to hold onto. As usual my
seat was placed lower than Daniel's and it was strange and
awkward. "It's nice to be able to figure you out a little. I mean,
you obviously know more about me than I do about you." Lucas came
back and placed Daniel's water in front of him. He hesitated while
holding mine in the air.
"On the table, Lucas, not the floor. Maybe next time, though."
Daniel smiled again and I wondered what would happen if they used his
smile as a way to calm people in panicky situations. I'll bet if he
asked people would always file out of a burning building in a swift
and orderly fashion. Lucas placed the water in front of me. "Very
good Sir." and he walked away.
Daniel jerked his chin past me. "That's why he paused." I turned
my head and saw a man on a leash like mine on his knees lapping his
drink from a metal dog bowl on the floor. "That'll be you some day
little one," Daniel said to me as the man's owner (did I really just
use the word 'owner'?) leaned down and scratched the man behind the
ears. No one else seemed to even notice the odd sight of a man on his
hands and knees. "It won't happen for a while, and, probably, not in
public, but you'll do that for me one day Jayson." The sound of his
voice brought my eyes back to his, but his stare was both so intense
and overpowering I dropped my eyes almost immediately to the firm
rounded peak of his bicep. His arm was bent at the elbow on the top
of the couch he was on and his head rested in the palm. I kept my
eyes focused on that bicep, though. He wasn't even really flexing,
but the muscle seemed enormous to me. Bigger than my head. If it was
smaller it wasn't by much. "You like that Jayson?" I didn't answer
but instead nodded. He reached down and grabbed the salad fork from
its place in front of me. Holding the tips on his middle finger and
his thumb he kept staring at me. He squeezed slightly and it bent in
half immediately. Putting the back of his hand flat on the table, the
fork rested in the middle of his huge hand he slowly closed his hand.
With no more effort than it would take me to crumple a piece of
paper, he crushed the fork. Holding it in his one hand he began to
move his fingers and thumbs. His biceps and triceps moved and
shifted under the sleek, tanned skin, but because demolishing a solid
piece of metal wasn't much a challenge for the muscles they barely
got a workout. He opened his palm and inside was a small ball of
metal made smooth and shiny by the power of this man's one hand.
He tucked it into the pocket of my suit jacket. "That's nothing
little one. Remember how I told you I punched my way through the
metal maze? Remind me to tell you about the time I was in the weight
room and I used two different men as mops at the same time. One in
each hand. During the summer we have an outside playroom. Butch and I
ripped apart a car once. I yanked the trunk hood off and Butch and I
played tug of war with it. Ever seen how a piece of taffy stretches
between the hands of a normal guy? Well that's what happened with
this hood. They never tell you you're driving in a piece of taffy."
He smiled again and I saw a bit a darkness cloud over his eyes. "We
ripped that car apart like it was a piece of nothing." I nodded and
shifted my eyes downward. "Little one, look at me." I forced myself
to look up. "What I did to that fork was nothing compared to what I
have the power to do. And I'm not the strongest one here. Close but
not the best. Not yet." He moved back from me as Lucas placed plates
down in front of us.
Daniel was silent while we ate. The food was wonderful. I had to
use my dinner fork for the salad. but I didn't care. Daniel's manners
were perfect and I wondered where he grew up, who raised him to be
such a gentleman one minute and a scary musclebound man the next. I
didn't know, but I sudden realized I'd been hard in my pants since I
sat down. He finished dinner and took a sip of wine. Reaching over,
he put his hand on my crotch. "You like this, don't you Jayson? You
like being here and you like knowing the hand that's touching you is
so strong it could rip your dick off without a second thought. I
could make you a eunuch without a thought. Make it so the only person
you'd ever show yourself to was me. Make it so you'd have to beg me
for it. Maybe I'd give it you. Maybe I'd flex for you. Let you touch
my rock hard muscles. Maybe I'd make you sit across the room and just
watch." He laughed softly, and rather cruelly. "The thought of it is
making your dick jump in my hand Jayson. The thought that, in spite
of the fact that you'd never come again, you could always be around
me. I had you pegged the first time I saw you, Jayson, you're a
natural submissive. You're a slave little one. Not like the way most
gay guys think of. You'd never submit to just anyone. You're a slave
for muscle. For power. That's what turns you on even more than the
size of my muscles. the strength. I could make you cum with a word. A
move. Anything." I held still. I don't even think I dared to breathe.
He took his hand away from me. "We still have another course or two
in the dinner, Jayson. I want you to ask me anything you want. Any
question, no matter how personal. You're right, I do have the
advantage. I have several, in fact. And I want you to submit to me
because you want to, not because you're afraid of me." He stroked my
face tenderly. "Ask away." He leaned back into the couch and again
his bicep moved.
My head was filled with so many questions; I didn't know where
to begin.

My mind raced back and forth filled with a thousand questions I
wanted to ask. He looked at me with his warm, brown eyes and before I
could stop myself I simply said: "What's it like? To, I mean... you
know, to be you? To be so strong, and everything?" My cheeks blushed
a slight pink. "I'm sorry. I'm usually a little more articulate."
He looked at me for a second as if he had trouble understanding
what I said, then he exhaled though his nose and let out a short
laugh. "Only you. Most guys want to hear what I can do, or what I've
done, but you..."
"I'm sorry," I said, looking down and blushing again.
"No, little one," he replied to me, lifting my chin. "I wasn't
saying anything bad. It just surprised me, that's all." He leaned
back into the couch, stretching his leg out straight on the
fabric. "What's it like? I like it." He smiled and looked at
me. "It's great, to be honest. To walk into a room. Almost any room
and know that people turn and look. It feeds the ego like you
wouldn't believe. To have men and women stare. To see them whisper
something in their friends ears." He giggled a little. "If they
actually do come up to me and say hello they put their hands on my
arm or chest, just to feel the muscle. I love it." He reached over
and pulled my chair closer to him. "A lot of times people are afraid
of me. They're intimidated or just plain scared. What did you think?
They first time you saw me?"
"I don't know." I looked up and smiled. "I guess you reminded
me of the kids in school who used to pick on me. I was afraid."
His voice became lower and huskier. "Are you still afraid of me?"
"In a good way." He considered that for a minute and shrugged.
"I love it. Being me. It's hard too, though." Shifting his hand
he absently ran his hand on my face. "It's hard to see someone stare
at you like they want you and that they're too scared to even say
hello. You know I can practically see it in someone's eyes. When they
think 'What does he see in me?' I know you've thought it more than
once tonight. Wondered why I picked you." He looked at me, but what
could I say? He knew that I'd thought it and there was no point in
denying it. "I was scared before. When I grabbed your dick and told
you I could rip it off. I wondered if I'd gone too far and scared you.
Some men expect me to read their minds. They tell me they want me to
rough them up, without really knowing what rough is to me. You could
take a baseball bat to my quad and it probably wouldn't bruise. If I
wanted I could toss you from here and put you through a wall without
breaking a sweat. Jesus, Jayson, I've had the cops called on me so
many times I can't even begin to tell you. 'He hit me, he hurt me.'
I've been real lucky I haven't gone to jail yet. Some men don't
really want to know that I could snap their backs in a heartbeat, but
they want me to point out that I can. Sometimes," he
sighed. "Sometimes I wish it were easier." Whatever cockiness he had
a few minutes ago had faded and been replaced by something slightly
melancholy. "Once I was with this guy who liked his breathing
controlled when he was having sex. With most men he'd have to wear a
mask, but for me it was easy to just squeeze his neck a little, or
put my hand over his face. Sometimes I forget how strong I am. I
thought he was just having the orgasm of his life. I didn't realize
he was hitting my arm because he wanted to breathe. They felt like
mosquito bites to me. I barely even felt them. Thank God I know CPR.
I'm much more careful now. I can read body language pretty well.
Sometimes men try and cover stuff up, or act macho. Not you though."
I must have looked horrified at that sentence because he laughed. "I
didn't mean it like that. I just meant that you don't hide or hold
back. It's easy for me to see how much you do or don't enjoy stuff.
And it doesn't hurt that I can see how hard your dick is." He laughed
again. "I think a lot of men want me to read their minds. To know
exactly how far I can go, and how much power I can use. I've never
really been able to fully test how strong I am. I mean, I can feel
the strain on a muscle. I can see them grow after a hard workout, but
as far as really seeing how strong I am? I've met a few guys here at
Hellfire who can pin me in a wrestling match but..." he
shrugged. "That's what it's like being me, Jayson. It's good, and bad
and everything in between. I'm just like you. Only bigger and
stronger." He laughed. "That was supposed to be a joke."
It took me a minute but I laughed. "Sorry." Our laughter faded
away and for a minute I saw something indescribably sad behind his
eyes. He held my stare for a minute and as if he knew I saw the
sadness in him he blinked and suddenly it was gone.
"Are you still hungry? I'm done. And there's somewhere we should
be."
"I'm fine, thank you." He gestured for Lucas and thanked him
saying we wouldn't be having more at the moment, but save the table
as we may be back. Lucas nodded and bowed slightly, unhooking my
leash. Daniel led me deeper into main floor of the house, until we
walked into the back yard of the house. It looked exquisite in the
dark and I could only imagine how manicured the lawn must be. We
walked in the slightly damp grass until we entered what looked like a
green house made of wood and brick. The lights were bright after the
dark of evening and Daniel handed my leash to an attendant just
inside the door. He leaned over and thrust his tongue quickly into my
ear. "I'll see you in a bit, little one."
He walked off and I saw, as usual, the seats and ottoman's
around a ring. There was a boxing heavy bag suspended well above the
ring by a chain and the whole place, rather than the elegance of the
house or the sterility of the basement rooms had the smell and feel
of something illicit, like a juke joint out in the woods serving
booze back in the 1920's. The air smelled like stale sweat and sex.
And the crowd seemed slightly rowdier than usual. The attendant
walked me carefully through the crowd until we were at the corner of
the ring. He attached my leash to the ringpost and set a pillow down
on a stair leading to the ring to try and make me comfortable. I must
have looked mystified and the attendant pulled up a chair near me. He
opened his mouth to speak when a voice rang out over the loudspeaker.
"Gentlemen! Tonight's match is one of the most anticipated of
the year. Wearing black trunks, at six foot four, weighing three
hundred and seventeen pounds is Daniel!" At the sound of his name the
crowd cheered loudly and he appeared at the end of a ramp, tall and
pumped and slightly sweaty wearing nothing but a small pair of trunks
and a pair of wrestling boots. He smiled in my direction and for a
minute I was lost in a fog. "And his opponent tonight at six foot
three, three hundred and twenty five pounds is the man known only as
Killer!" From a ramp opposite Daniel's walked a huge man wearing a red
singlet. It hugged the curves of his body tightly. He wasn't anywhere
near as muscular as Daniel but he was still huge. Hair spread out
from the chest of his singlet over his shoulder and to his back.
Killer had someone of his own on the leash and he clipped his own boy
on the ring post opposite me. He was wearing a pair of short latex
shorts and work boots and he leaned down on his haunches in a way that
reminded me of the hounds earlier this evening.
"Tonight's match, gentlemen, is a wager match. Each man has put
his own submissive on the line." My eyebrows shot up and my head
jerked around at Daniel as he entered the ring. He didn't even look
my way but instead just loosened up his muscles, stretching them on
the ropes. "If Daniel should win, his boy will wrestle Killer, and be
used and abused however Killer sees fit. The opposite is true, of
course, should Daniel win. May I remind you gentlemen, that Killer
has been undefeated for six months and that this match marks a return
to the ring for Daniel who hasn't been here in almost a year. This is
a house rules match gentlemen, winner by submission or knock out only
and blows to the eyes or groin are prohibited." There was a telltale
click as the loudspeaker shut off and a bell announced the start of
the match. The two began to circle each other and I looked across the
way at the other man on a leash. He growled at me and licked his lips
as if I were a juicy steak he'd be chowing down on. My mouth was
suddenly dry as Daniel and his opponent locked up in the center of
the ring. I was more scared now than I'd ever been and furious with
Daniel for putting me in this situation. I looked up, expecting to
see Daniel lock this man in a bearhug or full nelson and force a
submission. Instead I looked up just in time to see Killer smash a
huge forearm into Daniel's back, sending him to his knees.
Ok, so now I was more scared.


Daniel was bent over, on his hands and knees, the small black trunks
riding up his muscled backside. Killer brought his huge, hairy
forearm back down across Daniel's smooth back and he fell flat onto
the ground. I could feel my nails digging into my palms in
nervousness. It was less than five minutes into the match (the match
that, apparently, was going to decide where and who I'd spend the
night with) and Daniel hadn't even gotten a single punch in. Killer's
beer belly of a stomach jiggled a little as he bent down and yanked
Daniel to his feet by the hair.
Strange, the things we think about at the moments in our lives
that are "big." I was still angry with Daniel for not discussing the
fact that he was basically bartering me with this match, and yet I
wasn't focused on that. The way that when we lose our keys we don't
focus on the fact that we're locked out but instead focus on the red
streak that splashed across the key chain. My point, is that, at this
moment, I focused on Daniel and Killer. More accurately, their
bodies. Daniel's was a piece of perfection. Each muscle stood out in
sharp relief against the other. He was almost like a comic book
character come to life. The way that Batman is drawn, each muscle is
sharply defined and looks rock hard and rigid. That was what Daniel
looked like. At any moment he wished he could step onstage at a
bodybuilding competition and win. His muscles began to shine under a
thin layer of sweat that formed from the hot lights.
Killer and he were a study in contrasts. Killer would never win
any bodybuilding contrast, but instead his body looked almost crudely
powerful, like the kind of man you'd see at the gym and think his
arms were flabby. Then he'd pick up a hundred pound dumbbell and
pump out fifteen curls without breaking a sweat and you realize he's
carrying heavy muscle under a heavy layer of fat. Thick veins the
size of my fingers wriggled across Killer's shoulders as he shot
Daniel into the thick ring ropes. Daniel bounced off the ropes and
came flying back at Killer, who threw a quick jab into Daniel's
perfectly molded abs. Had it been me my fist would have bounced off
and Daniel would have laughed at the blow, but Killer was three times
my size and much, much stronger. I had seen men bend steel tonight
and easily believed Killer more than capable of power like that.
Daniel actually flipped around Killer's fist, turning over in the air
and landing hard on his back. He clutched at his stomach, sucking in
air. Killer stepped lightly over him and crossed to the sorner where
I sat perched on the far end of the steps.
Killer leered down at me and smiled. I saw he was missing two
of his side teeth when he smiled at me. "You're pretty yummy boy. I'm
gonna eat you up alive." He took a moment to show off for the crowd.
It seemed pretty evenly divided between those who were cheering for
Killer and those for Daniel. Men were yelling their encouragement to
Daniel who rubbed at a red patch on his etched in stone body. I sat
on the edge of the stair, more dumbfounded than anything, unable to
do much except pray that Daniel would win the match. Killer walked
behind Daniel, who made it to his hands and knees, and raised his
hands up high for the crowd. With amazing speed for a man his size he
brought both hands down and clamped them on the sides of Daniel's
neck squeezing his huge traps. At the same time he yanked Daniel back
until he was sitting on his ass, in the middle of the ring, his legs
spread wide in front of me. Daniel's voice came out in high, ragged
gasps of pain.
Have you ever played tug of war with a dog? You know how they
shake their end of the rope back and forth trying to yank it out of
your mouth? That's how Killer treated Daniel. I could see his thick,
meaty fingers digging into Daniel's flesh and I winced in sympathetic
pain, my face scrunching up like Daniel's. He pushed and pulled
Daniel back and forth until I thought he would tear the muscle from
the bone and I knew that if it had been anyone but Daniel, he would
have succeeded. The scarier part is that I don't think Killer would
have cared. His eyes were dark, and cold, and glinted like a shiny
stone with every scream of pain that Daniel uttered. He let go with a
toss and Daniel fell back down to the mat, trying to massage the pain
out of his shoulders. Killer pulled Daniel into a standing position
and twisted his arm in an armbar until Daniel was bent over again,
his magnificent ass on display to the audience. Holding Daniel's
wrist in one of his thick, callused hands he slapped Daniel's
ass. "That's sweet too. Maybe tonight I'll take you while my boy
takes yours. And maybe we'll do it right here in the middle of the
ring." He slapped again and twisted Daniel's arm one more time. I
was waiting to hear a bone or a muscle snap in Daniel's thick
arm. "Face it Danny, you might have been a big man around here once,
but not any more. Now, you're just a has been."
Those in the audience who were on Daniel's side gasped at such
an insult. Walking Daniel to the ropes opposite me, he brought him to
his knees and tied his arms in the top two ropes, hanging him in a
crucifixion pose. Daniel's beautiful face was in pain and for a
moment, when he looked at me I could hear him apologize for losing in
my head. I looked at him and smiled, as if we were still back at our
curtained table in the dining room. Killer grabbed each of Daniel's
ears in his hands and brought Daniel's face into his crotch. I heard
and felt, rather than saw Daniel gasp at the smell coming from
Killer's red singlet. I knew Daniel's face was red from the
embarrassment of having such a thing done to him. Especially in front
of me. It was one thing for him to tell me he wasn't the strongest,
but to have me see it would hurt him. Killer yanked his face away and
I heard him spit down on Daniel's face. Killer left him tangled and
hanging in the ropes. Coming over to me, he leaned down and grabbed
hold of my arm though my suit jacket. Before the attendant who was
with me could move Killer lifted me up, over the top ring rope and
into the ring. I choked a bit from the leash but was more helpless,
even with my hands free than Daniel was trapped in those thick ring
ropes, against the sheer power of this man. Killer put me down on my
feet and pushed forward against me with his big beer gut. I was
trapped in the corner and Killer was so much taller his heavy belly
pushed against my chest. Killer grabbed at the sleeves of my suit and
yanked, separating both my suit jacket and my shirt from my arms.
With another yank my tie went, snapped the way a normal person would
rip apart a piece of thread. I stood in front of all these man
stripped naked to the waist and desperately looking for a way to
escape and hide. From the way the attendant was trying to pull Killer
away from me I knew that whatever the man was doing was obviously
against the house rules, whatever they were. With barely a move of
his shoulder and arm Killer swept the man out of the ring. Killer
leaned in close to me and squeezed my cheeks, causing me to open my
mouth. I thought he would grind my jawbone into powder, but instead
he placed his mouth on mine and sucked my tongue into his own mouth.
So far from the soft sensual feel of Daniel's mouth, the growth of
beard and stubble scratched me and there was nothing of the gentle
power of Daniel in his kiss. I felt invaded and heard a roar from
behind Killer's back. Hearing the same sound Killer yanked away from
me and we both saw Daniel, his chest stretched in the ropes as if he
were doing flys, strain and struggle, sweat pouring down his face and
body.
Killer turned back to me and grabbed one of my nipples, twisting
and yanking. "Inside of the elastic and rubber compound on the
outside are chains pup. Strong enough to hold us big men in. We can
stay here for a bit and play while we watch him tire himself out. And
don't think any of them," he pointed to the audience and the
attendants, "can help."
I turned my face to look up at him. "Please, just let him go and
I'll do whatever you want."
He smiled down at me with his lips curled in a more cruel fashion
than anyone I had seen in my entire life. "You'll do whatever I want
anyway. This way, I just get to fuck him up too. You know ever since
I got here all I heard about was 'Daniel' this and 'Daniel' that. I
got so sick of--" His voice broke off and I turned my head to watch
what he was watching. Daniel's entire body was struggling and moving.
His muscles danced underneath his skin and looked as if they were
going to push themselves to the surface. With his teeth bared and
grinding against one another and his beautiful, serene face contorted
in concentration both Killer and I heard the creak of metal on metal.
I realized an instant before Killer did that it was the metal within
the ring ropes and as Killer took his hand off my chest to cross the
ring the entire audience held their breath until that moment when
metal snapped and Daniel ripped the ring ropes out of their homes in
the turnbuckle. The audience kept silent as Daniel struggled to his
feet. Killer, Killer's pup, the attendant and myself didn't move as
Daniel shrugged off the chains and they fell to the floor with a
clang. The turnbuckles, themselves solid steel, were bent in, one
almost parallel to the floor.
Daniel raised his index finger and pointed at Killer. "No one
touches my toys without my permission." The audience cheered and the
sound roared in my ear.
As Killer walked away from me I could feel someone tugging on my
arm and I turned to see the attendant. "This is probably not the best
place to be." I nodded stupidly and the attendant helped me out of
the ring. He unclipped my leash from the side and I could see other
attendants all around clearing Killer's pup from the side, as well as
moving the men on the side of the ring where there was no protection.
I felt a big towel being thrown over my shoulders, covering my bare
flesh as Killer leapt at Daniel. Daniel shifted slightly in what
looked like a judo move and brought Killer down to the ground. Moving
swiftly he trapped Killer in a school boy pin and started punching
him. There was no strategy or thought in this. It was pure rage and
power. Killer's nose spurted blood and one of Daniel's punches missed
Killer's face pounding a hole in the mat. From the look on Killer's
face I assumed this hadn't ever been done before and he struggled
desperately to free himself. Apparently he was moving too much and
Daniel yanked him to his feet Twisting the man's arm behind him in a
hammer lock Daniel bent and then lifted Killer in the air. Killer
screamed as he was being held aloft only by his twisted and bent
bicep and rotator cuff. Daniel's temper seemed to be getting under
control as he dropped Killer what seemed like seconds before he would
have given up.
Killer flopped on the ground for a second like a fish on a boat
and Daniel stepped on his gut with both feet, leaning all his weight
into the man's soft belly. He jumped once, twice, three times and I
could hear all of Killer's air escape him. Killer coughed and Daniel
yanked him to his feet. Wrapping a hand around his shoulder and
another in between his legs he lifted Killer up and slammed him so
hard The ring cracked again. Killer would have yelled if he'd had any
air left. He would never have made it back to his feet without Daniel
helping him. Daniel bent down again and wrapped his huge arms around
Killer's waist. He stood up straight and slammed Killer against the
wall of muscle that was his torso and Killer knew if he didn't get
out of this bearhug quickly he was finished. He slammed his forearms
against Daniel's back but in his state of fury Daniel didn't even
feel the blows that would have shattered thick planks of wood. Daniel
crushed him close as if he were trying to turn his bones to dust.
Killer's forearms smashes came further apart and were weaker and
weaker until finally his arms and legs were limp and lifeless in
Daniel's arms. He bent down again and loosened his grip. Killer
almost fell to the floor, but Daniel shifted until he had pressed an
unconscious Killer high into the air. Calling out to someone he had
Killer's pup brought to the ring. He ordered the young man down to
his knees. The young man looked frightened and Daniel dropped Killer
in front of the pup.
"I won and that means that I can do whatever I want with you
tonight." The pup nodded and I could see his eyes mist over. "The
thing is though, I don't want anything from you. Not tonight or any
other. I have my own little one right now." He turned on a heel and
left the ring to cheers. He disappeared into the back room and came
back with his leather pants and shiny boots in one hand. He swept me
up in the other hand, without stopping and I cradled my body against
the warm solid flesh of his chest. "You all right, little one?" He
asked me as we walked out of the old stable. "I'm so sorry. I must
have been feeling rusty and weak. I wouldn't believe it when he
wrapped me in those ropes. I would never have let him take you. We're
gonna get you all cleaned up Jayson."
I was silent and I closed my eyes because I didn't want to
watch anyone watching us. I simply wanted to feel safe and secure
wrapped up against Daniel listening to the sure, steady rhythm of his
breathing.

 Daniel held me cradled in one arm as we walked back to the
house. He took me up, what I think must at one point have been the
servant's stairs, and, though a normal person would have been winded
from carrying a full-grown adult up stairs he seemed to take no more
energy to carry me than I would carrying a piece of fruit. The
hallways seemed to be longer and the doorways further apart on these
upper floors. I closed my eyes as he carried me along, using one hand
to wrap the towel tighter around me and I lost track of the twists
and turns we took. Finally coming to stop in front of a door, I saw
Daniel punch in a code and though the electronic locks marred the
beauty of the antique architecture I imagined it provided great
relief for the men who wanted what went on in these rooms to remain
private.
He carried me across the threshold (an irony not lost on me) into
a huge room. When I say huge I do not exaggerate. It was bigger than
my first apartment, and I suddenly imagined that a man of Daniel's
size might need such space so as to not feel claustrophobic. He
placed me gently on the bed and tugged a silk rope next to the
headboard. In a few moments an attendant appeared. Handing him my
leash, Daniel instructed him to clean me up and take care of me while
he used the guest room shower, and cupping my chin in his hand he
gave me the softest kiss I ever had. The door closed behind him and
the attendant hooked my leash onto the bedpost and went into the
bathroom. I heard water begin to run and I closed my eyes, dozing in
and out of sleep. A short time later, I felt the soft hand of the
attendant on me shaking me gently awake. He led me into the bathroom.
The water had steamed the mirrors and he began to undress me. My
hands moved of their own accord to cover my crotch and he smiled
sweetly at me.
"It's all right Sir. I can tell that Mr. Daniel is quite fond of
you, Sir, and he's the last person I'd ever want mad at me for taking
liberties Sir." His voice was musical and had a rough British accent
to it. What my mother would have called 'lowbrow' but to me it was
sweet. His sleeves had been rolled up and he lowered me gently into
the water. The water was scented with something exotic and Andrew,
the attendant, ran a sponge over me, taking extra care with my
bruises. There was a knock at the front door, and Andrew stood
up. "Pardon me Sir. I'll be right back Sir."
I closed my eyes and sank deeper into the water. All was quiet
for a moment and I heard a thump, as if something had fallen to the
floor. I kept my eyes closed as I heard a footstep on the threshold
and a low whistle. I opened my eyes thinking it was Daniel but all I
saw was Killer leering down at me. That was the last thing I saw when
Killer's fist invited me to go to sleep.
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Daniel shook Andrew awake. "Andrew. Andrew!" His voice was urgent
and insistent. "Are you all right? Where's Jayson?"
Andrew came awake almost at once when he realized his charge was
missing. "Sir, Mr. Daniel, he was in the bath when there was a knock
on the door. I went to answer it and Mr. Louie was there with some
friends Sir." Daniel helped Andrew to the chair and went to check on
the bathroom.
"He's not there." He looked around frantically and spied a note on
the bed.
"Sir. I'm very sorry Sir. I didn't mean--"
"It's ok Andrew. It's not your fault." He held up a hand to quiet
the youth and read the note. Crumbling it in his fist he turned to
Andrew and gripped him by the shoulders. "Andrew. Andrew, listen to
me. If Jayson and I aren't back by tomorrow morning, you go to Lionel
and Butch. You give them this note and you tell them what happened,
ok? You tell Butch I need his best hounds. They'll know what to do,
ok?"
"Yes Sir." Andrew wiped a tear away from his face. "Will Mr.
Jayson be all right Sir?"
"If he isn't, there's gonna be hell to pay."
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I came to, naked and cold, on a dirty floor. My leash was still
on, and my hands and feet were tied. My head throbbed and I knew I'd
have a swollen jaw. Killer's pup was looking down at me and growled.
It seemed like mroe than an act to me and I wondered how long it had
been since he'd actually used words.
"Well, welcome back Sleeping Beauty." It was a voice I'd only
heard once before but I knew from the oily quality behind it, it was
Louie. There was something about his voice. Something hidden. Like an
accent he'd tried to get rid of to appear more suave but it hadn't
worked and the smooth quality he'd hoped for came across as smarmy.
"Where am I?" I asked. It was a stupid question, but the first
one that came to mind.
"You're still on Hellfire property. We're not really so
interested in you. Well, Killer and Rex," this was the pup's
name, "are interested but the rest of us? We're more interested in
Daniel."
I craned my neck as best I could and saw Killer standing next to
Louie, still dressed in that red singlet. Next to him was a huge
trucker type. His gut wasn't as big as Killer's but it would be in
the next few years. And there was a third man. He looked so young and
sweet. His eyes were angelic, until he smiled at me and I realized,
that he was probably the most sadistic of them all. Struggling to a
sitting position I looked around and saw that we were in an old
stable that had been turned into a weight room. The lightest dumbbell
on the rack was 120 pounds. I tried moving away from Rex, but when I
moved he started barking at me and snapped his jaws towards my face.
"Rex!" Killer shouted out and the pup looked at him, upset and
embarrassed. "We can't mess up that pretty face just yet."
I heard, we all heard, a banging at the door at the far end.
Louie moved to once side and Angelface came to me, scooping me up in
his arms. "Oh yeah!" he said with a southern accent, but where
Daniel's accent was lyrical and beautiful, this one was all twang and
harsh sounds. "This is gonna be good."
There was a loud bang, then another and another, and then the
door busted off it's hinges and fell to the floor with a crash. A
cloud of dust came off the floor and I saw Daniel take three steps
in. He was dressed in army fatigue pants and boots. A gray tank top
hugged every muscle on his torso and I'd never seem him look so angry.
Killer moved, more quickly than I could follow, and saw something
leave his hand. Flying through the air like a frisbee was a seventy
pound weight plate. I screamed and without missing a beat on blinking
an eye, only Daniel's hand moved. He caught the plate out of the air
with one hand and held it in front of him like a car steering wheel.
With a mighty roar he pulled his hands back towards his chest and the
plate snapped in half. He could have bent it slowly and deliberately
to show off, but instead he simply wanted to show pure, brutal power.
Daniel dropped the halves of the plate with a twang and pointed
at Louie. "I believe you have something of mine."
"What this?" Angelface said, holding me a little higher. "Well,
now sugarplum. Ah do believe that possession is nine tenths of the
law."
"Prepare to have the law, and other things broken."
Killer laughed. "Dude, you may have one, but in this match
there's no rules. You sure you remember how to street fight?"
Daniel smiled, a cold, hard smile on a par with Angelface for
sheer sadism. "It's just like riding a biker." And with another roar
he charged towards them.

Killer may have had the girth on Daniel, but Daniel had an edge
in both strength and speed. He rammed hard into Killer and they both
flew into the air, coming down hard on one of the weight benches. The
bench snapped under their weight and they both fell to the floor,
Daniel on top.
Angelface whooped loudly, like a cowboy at a rodeo. With every
movement I jerked back and forth in his arms, in pain because of the
ropes around me. With incredible speed Daniel's right fist came down
hard, barely missing Killer's face and snapping the bench in another
place. "Watch closely now, sugarpie. This is where it's gonna git
rough," Angelface whispered into my ear. I opened my mouth to scream,
but Angel clamped a sweaty palm over my mouth and nose making it
impossible to scream and difficult to breathe. I watched, helplessly,
as Trucker blindsided Daniel with another weight bench. It cracked in
jagged pieces over Daniel's broad back and he fell forward, the
breath knocked out of him. He crushed Killer underneath his weight
before Trucker slipped his arms underneath Daniel's and locked his
hands behind his neck, trapping him in a full nelson. He stood up,
bringing Daniel with him, clouds of old dust from this unused place
rising around their feet. Stunned as he was Daniel brought his hands
straight up in the air to smash them down and break the hold.
But, before he could Killer was off his feet, and brought his
fist into Daniel's handsome face. Daniel grunted in pain and
Angelface laughed. Reaching down he ripped the ropes off from my feet
and let me stand on my own, keeping one big arm wrapped around my
throat. "Warn him about what's coming and I'll let Rex here, bite
you. All over."
"Fuck off." In retrospect not the brightest thing I'd ever said,
but I didn't realize it, until I'd been backhanded to the ground. I
could feel the bruise forming, even as he yanked me to my feet
again. "Facing me he wrapped his thick, sweaty hand in my hair and
yanked my head back so I'd could see his face. Any angelic quality
was gone and all I saw was pure, nasty cruelty.
"You ever speak to me that way again, little man, and I will
break your bones one by one and laugh the whole fucking time." The
threat delivered, that smarmy smile was back and he turned me around
to see Daniel still in that full nelson, having his face and body
pounded with fist after fist from Killer.
Trucker jerked his head and Killer backed off, keeping his fists
up. Trucker moved his body, bringing Daniel with him. I could see
Daniel struggling to stand his ground, but after the double team he
wasn't at his best. Trucker moved him, slowly but surely to the wall.
Bringing Daniel's head back he thrust it straight into the wood. I
screamed as I saw the wall crack under his forehead. Trucker let go
of the hold and half threw Daniel down to the floor. I could see that
Daniel's nose had been bloodied and knew he was in pain. He brought
his hand up to his ribs and I opened my mouth to yell, but didn't
even get to finish one word, as Angelface tightened his grip around
my throat. I could no longer speak and it was a struggle to even get
enough air to stay awake. Trucker brought his foot down to stomp
Daniel's side but somehow Daniel's hand shot up to stop the boot. I
could tell he didn't have the right leverage to thrown Trucker off,
but I could see the surprise on Trucker's face at being stopped. Then
his surprise doubled, as did everyone else's as Daniel's sheer
strength moved Trucker back. Wincing in pain Daniel sat up and
Trucker went tumbling backwards, falling into the wall.
"Stronger than you thought, shithead?" He shouted to Trucker.
Tears came to my eyes as I tried desperately to shout out to Daniel
that Killer was behind him. Growls and grunts came out of my throat
and I stomped my feet and kicked at Angelface, anything to get
Daniel's attention, or make Aneglface's hold loosen. It was useless
and I closed my eyes and watched Killer smash a weight plate over
Daniel's back. Daniel let out a yell and fell to the ground. He shook
his head to try and make some of the pain go away and struggle to his
feet. I watched Killer help Trucker up and saw as they each took aim
with a kick. I heard Daniel's breath escape as Killer targeted his
ribs and Trucker his face. Daniel flew into the air and landed hard
on his back. Bless him, he tried getting to his feet, but they'd been
pounding on him double team for the past fifteen minutes I wasn't
sure he'd make it. He did, but only because they helped him. Killer
held on arm tight and Trucker held the other. Louie came out of the
shadows and Angelface walked me over to him.
"Wanna see a trick?" Louie's voice was grating to my ears and I
struggled as hard as I could against Angelface but he only laughed at
my attempts. I watched Louie approach Daniel and pull him by the hair
the way Angelface had held me earlier. "You'll get a bang out of
this." He brought up his hand and my eyes widened when I saw him
shove a cattle prod into Daniel's chest. Daniel screamed and screamed
and Angelface tightened his grip around my throat. I choked and saw
the world around me begin to go dark. My eyes closed and the last thing I heard was Daniel's voice screaming into the night.
I woke up coughing. I was untied and, thank God, no longer
naked. I was wearing an old pair of sweat pants and I sat up weakly,
massaging feeling back into my wrists. I looked around and saw I was
still in the stable. Daniel was about five feet away, bruised and
wrapped in what I assumed were elephant chains or something. They
were thick and powerful looking and I saw a large black and blue
across the smooth planes and curves of his left pec. His breathing
looked troubled and I pushed myself and my pained body towards him. He was lying on his back, his hands tied in front of
him, wrapped in a double length of chain. His nose looked broken and
I put my hand gently on his face.
"Daniel? Daniel? Can you hear me?" He didn't move and I started
to panic a little, until my brain took over. I remembered my CPR
class I'd taken with my friend Billy a few years back and checked
Daniel's pulse. Ok, steady and strong. Good. His breathing was slow,
and uneven, maybe a cracked rib or two. Ok, chains, now. No way I was
going to break them. I looked around for the key, but didn't see
anything, so, barring that I was going to have to pick the lock. And
my mom said that hanging out with the "bad crowd" in high school
wouldn't get me anywhere. My skills were a little rusty, but I was
still...I was floating. I wasn't floating. Someone was lifting me. I
swallowed hard when I heard Angelface's voice.
"Well, look who's all up and at 'em," his voice shouted out into
the stable, grating in my ears. He dropped me on the ground and I
twisted so I wouldn't land on Daniel. "Awww, little lamb, don't you
worry 'bout him none. He's probably not gonna make it through the
night." I'd hurt my side when I landed and I gasped in pain when I
tried to sit up. "If you had a brain inside that little head you'd
worry about yourself." Daniel groaned and stirred a little. Leaving
me where I was Angelface sat down and slapped Daniel's face
lightly. "Wakey, wakey Danny boy."
This close I could see Angelface more clearly than I ever had
before. I was right about him being beautiful. More beautiful than
Daniel, but in a different way. Where Daniel could look rugged and
manly, Angelface would look only beautiful and child-like. There
wasn't a wrinkle on his skin and though I couldn't guess his age I'd
estimate about twenty-one. He'd get carded well into his thirties.
Maybe beyond. He wore a tight white t-shirt and a pair of jeans.
Though his muscles didn't have the massive size of Daniel's he'd work
more as a model, because he had one of those bodies. You know, the
kind normal people, like me, think they can get if they work hard
enough and eat well enough. I wouldn't ever look like that. My genes
were nothing compared to him. He must have noticed my staring because
his gaze shifted from Daniel to me.
"Well, look at that Danny boy." He stood up and brushed the dirt
off his jeans. He was barefoot and he pushed his foot into my chest
pinning me down to the ground. He probably outweighed me by fifty
pounds so there was no need to struggle and I didn't even try. Still
looking at me, he shifted his head just enough so that his words were
spoken to Daniel. "Your guy was lookin' at me, Danny. Don't tell
anyone but I think he likes me. Be better for him if he ended up with
me than with Killer and Rex, don't you think?" Daniel was waking up
with every passing second. "Tell you what," and he shifted his foot
so that only his big toe was pressed into me, "you get up with just
my toe holding you down and I'll unlock him and let you both go." He
was playing a game with me and I knew it." He smiled and made little
moves to lift his toe, up and down, quickly enough so that every time I
tried to move it was futile. Finally he took his foot off me and
dangled it above my chest. I moved to roll out of the way and before
I could move and inch he slammed his whole foot down onto me. I felt
the power from my sternum to my spine and I gasped in pain. "Oh,
sorry, you lost, but the consolation prize is getting beaten down and
serving me."
"Leave him alone!" Daniel tried shouting but I think he was in too
much pain to really yell.
"Aww, what's the matter, Danny? Hate seeing your guy get a hard-on
over someone else?" And with that he moved his foot down to my crotch
and started pressing down. "Tell him, how much you like it, little
Jayson." He moved his foot and we all waited for the pain to subside.
He looked down at me and the mask of angelic qualities fell away like
water. "Tell him."
"The only chance you had with me was when I was unconscious."
I heard Daniel get out a quick laugh before the slap sent me
flying through the air.
Daniel screamed and Angelface grabbed me by the ankle and dragged
me back to him. Daniel struggled against the chains, but they held,
and Angelface roughly grabbed my face in his hand and brought it in
Daniel's eyesight. My eyes were squinted in pain and fear.
"Leave him alone. It's me. It's me you hate." Daniel repeated it
in short, harsh gasps.
"That's right, so you just lissen up, when I'm talking Danny.
He's gonna beg me for it. I'm gonna make you watch when I fuck him
up. I'm gonna break his bones. I'm gonna starve him. And lock him in
a room and make him piss himself Danny." Pushing my face closer to
Daniel's he was ranting now, his voice cracking. "I'll break both his
legs and, maybe I'll set 'em so they'll heal. Either way I'll make
him so helpless, that when I'm set to break his back he'll beg me to
do anything so long as I let him walk again. Hear that little Jayson
man? You'll kiss the tip of my dick or wipe my ass if I want
you to. And Danny here is gonna watch me break you down." I don't
know when I'd started crying but tears were making it more difficult
for me to see Daniel. "Be better for you if you end up with Killer
and Rex. You should beg Louie to give you to them."
"Hey." The voice was calm and controlled and never raised in
tone or volume, but Angelface dropped me to the ground and gave me a
quick kick in the ribs. He crossed to Louie who'd called him
over. "Sorry about the kid here. He gets a little too into his job
sometimes. You remember how that is, don't you Daniel?" Louie stopped
speaking and I looked at him. He looked shocked and angry and I knew
whatever Louie said from now on would be deliberate to get under his
skin. "Oh, sorry. Jayson doesn't know about that does he? Jayson,
would you like to hear a story? It's a pip. All about Danny."
"The only thing I want to hear is you choking while my hands are
around your throat."
He threw his head back and laughed. "Oh Danny. This one's a real
firecracker. Yeah, I can see why you'd like him. How's it feel to
know we're gonna break his spirit."
"Danny didn't tell you about where he came from, did he?" Louie
paced around Daniel and myself. Not paced, so much as stalked. He was
like a cat waiting to pounce. He bounced the cattle prod in the palm
of his hand, waiting, I guess, for the right time to shock one of us.
Killer, Rex and Angelface stood off to one side.
"Shut up, Louie," Daniel spit out between bruised lips. "I'll
tell him when I'm ready."
"Awwww, Danny, it's such a fun story." Louie snapped his fingers
and Killer brought over a bench for him to sit on. Rex curled up at
Louie's feet like a real dog and Angelface perched on the edge. Louie
pointed at me with the prod pushing it towards me and laughing when I
flinched away, but I remained between him and Daniel, as if I could
protect him. "I don't know the whole story, but I'll tell you when I
came in on it. It was about seven years ago, down in New Orleans. You
ever been to New Orleans Jayson? You should go. But during the
winter. Too hot the rest of the time." Daniel let out a sigh and I
could feel his head sort of collapse onto my lower back, as if trying
to hide from Louie. "Anyway, I'm a business person, and sometimes
when you're a business person you need someone to help persuade
someone to your point of view. In this case I needed a hot-shot young
lawyer to sell me his family home. I wanted to put up a nice little
strip mall, just outside the city. That little fucker was the last
holdout." I felt, rather than heard a small sob escape from
Daniel. "Do you want all the details Jayson? Do you want to know how
I asked around for someone who didn't mind breaking bones and
breaking hearts? How I met Daniel late one night at one of the
cemeteries? How I knew he was the guy for me when these three kids
tried to mug us in the cemetery? He grabbed one of the kids around
the neck and lifted him off the ground. Left the kid choking there
and kicking and scratching while he held off the other two with one
hand. One of them broke his hand punching away at Danny's abs. Crying
like a baby and Danny here smashed the kid in his hand down on top of
the other one. Gave the other one a hard kick and watched him fly
thirty feet through the air. That was fun." Louie's eyes lit up when
he talked about the violence and his hands punctuated parts of the
story with a fist of a snap. I think he forgot about the cattle prod
held in his hands because several time he almost whacked one of the
others.
"Guess maybe I'll start with the hot-shot lawyer picking up
Daniel in the bar. He looked a little like you Jayson. Small, weak.
It's funny, when someone who looks like Danny pickes someone who
looks like you up, why do they never wonder about that? C'mon,
Jayson, you didn't think it was because he thought you were cute? I
know Danny. It's because he could snap you in half without a thought.
That's why Danny goes for guys like you. Oh, man, I'm getting lost in
the story. So anyway, lawyer guy brings Danny to his very lovely
home. I don't know how far into it they got. Wanna tell us, Danny?" I
heard a sob this time. And I turned to look at Daniel's face. He had
turned away from me, letting his face rest in the dust on the ground.
I should have gone to him, held his face in my hands, but I didn't.
"I guess it was after the first few minutes. Imagine how it must
have felt Jayson. You're kissing someone, feeling their muscles and
all of a sudden he picks you up under your armpits. You think he's
gonna bring you up to his height and all of a sudden he launches you
across the room. You slam into the wall hard and lose your breath.
You stare at him and try to grab your cell phone to call the cops,
but in two steps he's on top of you, holding you down with one hand
and grabbing your cell phone with the other. Imagine watching him
close his fist and turning your cell phone into a pile of junk with
one squeeze. I bet you'd piss yourself when you realize just how
strong this guy is. The lawyer did. What would it be like for you to
have Danny grab your belt and rip it in two pieces? An inch of strong
leather coming apart like wet tissue paper and you get your helpless
skinny little ass tied to one of your Grandma's eigthteenth century
chairs. You're even more helpless than usual when you watch this
maniac you invited home tip over your china cabinet with one hand.
You're helpless when he jumps into the air and lands on the back of
the cabinet with all three hundred plus pounds and stomps away.
You're trying not to cry when he walks over to you and lifts you up
in that chair like you're nothing and walks you to the bottom of your
staircase. Helpless when he puts you down and disappears for a
second. You look around and wonder what's happening. You hear a
noise and crane your neck and watch him carrying a sofa on his back.
He carries it up the stairs, easy as pie. He turns it around and
launches it through the air as you scream. But this guy is so strong
it flies over your head and smashes into your wall. Want to imagine
this guy carrying you from room to room and putting his fists
through your walls? Snapping chairs in half over his knee? Bending
wrought iron railings like they were cardboard? Putting huge, steel-
toed boots through your very expensive TV's? Bet the fear is nothing
like the humiliation you'd feel when he rips your clothes into tiny
pieces and pisses all over them. Imagine the fear when he crosses to
you and puts a huge paw over your face. Imagine how tiny you'd feel
when you realize his hand is bigger than your whole face. Your nose
pressed into his palm. Imagine him squeezing a little tighter, his
fingers digging into your temples. Imagine the pain as he squeezes
tighter and tighter, and imagine knowing that he's not using anywhere
near his total strength. He's using one hand and it wouldn't take
much to kill you. What do you think you'd do if he untied you?
Snapped that leather in half again. Do you think you'd fight back? Do
you think you'd leap out of that chair and pummel him with your
fists? Do you think you'd try and use some strategy or do you think
you'd just pound him, while he laughs at you? What do you think it's
like to pound on a chest like that?" He stabbed out again with the
cattle prod. "A chest that's so broad? Look at the way it comes out
like a shelf Jayson. Do you think your pitiful little fist has a
chance against a chest like that?
"I'll tell you a secret Jayson. The lawyer sold us his property.
Real cheap too. He was very nice about it. Course that was just the
beginning of it for Danny and me, Jayson. He roughed up lots of guys
for me. He loved it. He loves slapping them around and punishing them
for being weak. Not me though. No, I had things I could give him. The
dumb ape. Do you know how hard it is to teach a dumb hick about
classical music? Do you know how hard it is to get that damn
hillbilly twang out of his voice? The ape can lift nine hundred
pounds without straining but he doesn't know the difference between a
salad fork and a dessert fork. Not until you spend time and money and
effort teaching him. He lets you fuck him, but he never stops
reminding you that he's bigger and stronger. You try and make him a
better person, you teach him about the finer things and what does he
do for you? He stands in front of you and flexes those huge biceps
and ripples that chest and those quads until you shoot without
touching yourself. You give him everything but he holds back." He
stepped forward and shoved me out of the way. "Holds back!" And he
pushed the cattle prod into Daniel who screamed in agony. I saw the
prod shoved deep into Daniel's beautiful abs and I think I saw the
muscles jump and sway under the electricity. I jumped onto Louie's
back and pulled him from Daniel, once again throwing myself between
the two. Daniel's breath was ragged and pained and I ran my hand down
the side of his face. My sweaty palms mixed with the dirt and tears
on his face.
Louie grabbed my arm and yanked me away from him. I was off
balance and tumbled into Angelface. I bounced off his hard muscles
and he reached out and caught me before I fell.
Louie slapped me hard across the face and Daniel yelled out my
name. Louie turned to face him, but spoke to Killer and
Angelface. "Don't kill him, but hurt him bad."
I swallowed hard, because I knew this time Louie wasn't talking
about Daniel. He was talking about me.


Daniel screamed, his voice cracking because he'd already spent so
much time yelling earlier in the night. "No! Jayson!" He shifted, as
best he could in his chains and tried to sit up. His face looked
awful. The handsome features obscured underneath bruises, dirt, sweat
and tears. "Please, Louie,don't. I swear to you, I'll do whatever you
want. I'll put my leash back on, I'll never look at anyone else but
you. Just let him go Louie. Don't let them hurt him. Please Louie.
I'm begging you."
Louie went down on one knee right in front of Daniel, while
Killer and Angelface each held one of my hands. If they were normal
people I might have been able to slip away, but they were both so
powerful, I couldn't even move my upper body without pain. "See,
Daniel, I've already heard your promises before, and I'm having a
little trouble believing this time you'll keep your word."
"I always kept my promises Louie, always! You know that. I never
lied to you Louie. I never said I wouldn't leave!"
"Danny, Danny, Danny. You never said it out loud, but what about
in here?" He leaned forward and patted Daniel's left pec. Even as
beat and bruised as he was I could see the muscle didn't bend or dent
as Louie leaned against it. "What about in here Danny? Didn't you
promise in here?"
"Louie, c'mon. Beat on me, but not Jayson. He's not part of
this."
"He will be now." Louie stood up and zapped Daniel once again
with the cattle prod sending him back down to the ground. "Well,
parts of him will be part of this. It depends on if we rip him in
parts or not. Get it Jay?" He turned to me and laughed. It was cold
and cruel and though the air in here was hot, I had that 'walking on
your grave' feeling.
Ok, please, please, please God. Let this work. "This is really
big of you Lou." I said, somehow managing a sneer on my face out of
the fear. I could tell my not using his full name pissed him
off. "Three of you, plus that doggy over there," I jerked my head
towards Rex. "Plus you have a weapon. That's pathetic Lou. You either
have no faith in your boys here, or you're just a coward."
He moved so fast I didn't see the slap coming until after I felt
the sting on my face. "Don't ever call me that again, you piece of
shit!" His face was red now, and I felt some spittle hit me in the
face.
"Yeah? Too bad Lou. You want me to take it back, you even the
odds a little."
He stopped for a minute to consider, stepping back and
considering me. "What do you propose?" Weird. Like Daniel he seemed
to have two different personalities. One minute he was suave
businessman and the next he was a raving, angry, sadist. Ok, I could
do this. I hung around with a bad crowd in high school. I could be as
much of a bad ass as anyone else. Of course, now I worked in
publishing, so I sat around and read books all day, but still...
"One of two things Louie. Either I take on only one of them. No
interference from you, Rex or the other one. Or, I take both of them
on, but you give me that" I jerked my head to the cattle prod in his
hand.
He threw back his head and laughed. "Are you kidding? You'll just
go zap crazy."
"Awwww," I tried letting some of his smooth quality into my
voice. "C'mon Louie. Our boy over there snapped a weight plate in
half without trying, and your guys took him down. You don't think you
have much to worry about with little ol' me, do you?" I
paused. "Unless, maybe you think I might win?"
I dangled the question in front of him and watched his little
wheels turning inside his head. Please, God, pretty please. "Ok, let
him go boys." Angelface dropped my arm; Killer dropped my other one,
but not without giving it a little twist to cause me pain. "I ain't
giving you this," he gestured with the prod. "But I think one of the
boys would be more than happy with taking you apart. Killer, you and
Rex c'mon over here and rest with me." Killer, reluctantly, walked
away from me, picking up a bench and moving it over towards Daniel.
Setting it down, he and Louie got comfortable, while Rex curled up at
their feet, growling at me. Louie turned to me. "Give it your best
shot Jay."
And then I felt myself being lifted off the ground and launched
across the room. Angelface had grabbed my arm and the back of the
sweatpants I was wearing and tossed me casually from the middle of
the floor to the wall. I fell about a foot short of hitting the wall,
but I skidded into it.
"Ye-haw!" Angelface roared his happiness to the sky and came
after me, his tight jeans showing the muscles underneath rippling as
they came towards me. I scrambled up and moved towards the back of
the weightroom. He looked at me, with something strange in his eyes
and for a minute I almost wish Louie had given me Killer to deal
with. I was afraid Angelface didn't have a full-deck. He pointed at
me and lifted up both arms in a double bicep pose. The muscles
bunched together like softballs and I knew that, they could and
would snap me in half if given the chance. Killer, looked mean and
nasty, but his body spoke of too many beer-and-pizza nights. Hard
muscle under flab. Angelface's body was closer to Daniel's in that
hard, rippled muscle way that talked about sacrifice and sweat.
Killer's power may have come about naturally, but Angelface's was
hard won. He came at me and I managed to dodge, barely getting out of
his way in time.
"Oh, yeah, this is gonna be fun sugarplum. You gonna run outta
places to move to, and yer gonna git tired, real quick. Been a rough
night for you already, huh?"
He was right. I was tired. I stole a quick glance at Daniel, but
he wasn't looking at me. He was lying on his back, looking at the
ceiling, with a glare of total concentration. That stolen glance cost
me. Angelface was a lot quicker than I thought and he grabbed me,
pulling my arm into a chickenwing hold, wrenching it up behind my
back. I yelped, loudly, and he pulled me back into his hard muscled
body. His skin was hot to the touch and I flushed bright red because
his body was so much harder than my own. "Wanna go fer a ride sugar?"
And he lifted me up with one hand by my arm. I screamed, louder than
I ever had before. He started spinning around and launched me in the
air again. I hit harder than I had the first time, but fortunately
managed to twist my body so that I didn't land on my arm. I lay there
for a minute, trying to catch my breath, and felt his hand snap
tightly around my ankle. With, what seemed like no effort, he lifted
me up again. I tried to use my hands to steady myself on the floor
while being held up by one ankle, but I realized he was holding me so
high, my hands didn't even touch the floor.
I realized that my struggle was totally useless and so I forced
myself to relax into the abuse. I tried to slow my breathing and
concentrate, but it was hard because I was being shaken around like a
dishrag. Angelface got bored and dropped me to the ground. He took a
minute to exchange a few words with Louie, who wanted to see me
punished more. A huge, perfectly manicured hand wrapped around my
throat and picked me up, straight-armed into the air. Again he shook
me, laughing at my pathetic attempts to pry his hand off my throat. I
was choking now and losing precious air. He pulled me close to his
mouth and started whispering into my ear. Small men yell. They need
to to be noticed. Big men don't yell. It's unnecessary. They have the
power already. It shows in their height, their weight. The power
bulges from their muscles and pours from their skin.
"How's it feel Jayson?" His breath was hot and sweet on my face
and I blinked and grunted in pain. "Oh, that good, huh? See, when I
see guys like you I always wonder what it feels like to be so weak?
Does it make you feel like gum on the bottom of a shoe little Jay-
Jay? Make you feel scared? If I were you sugar, I'd be scared that
here I was bein' held up by a guy strong enough to snap me in half
without breathin' hard."
I was having trouble breathing hard and I knew if I didn't do
something soon I'd wake up in some worse position than I was now.
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TEN MINUTES AGO:
Daniel stared at the ceiling. This is my fault, he thought over
and over. The words echoed back and forth in his skull as he saw
Jayson stand up to Louie and the others. Jayson, who was barely even
half his size, was standing up to them and here he was helpless to
defend him in any way. He cried then. He hadn't cried in years. Not
since the night he'd had the courage to walk out of Louie's house. It
took him almost half the night to get to Hellfire. Lionel had been
there with homemade soup in the middle of the night. Daniel had cried
as he told Lionel he had nowhere to go. The butler had put him in one
of the servant's rooms and woken him the next day, and offered him a
job. Daniel had only been here on the end of a leash held by Louie.
Lionel had seen, most of the club members had seen him on all fours
carrying Louie. They'd seen Daniel in all types of humiliating
situations and they seemed to start a bit at seeing him dressed as an
attendant. Then trained as a hound. Butch had taken special care with
Daniel. Discipline was Butch's motto and he provided that. He also
provided affection and caring. butch's hounds were the best because
they longed to please him. It was the reason so many stayed as hounds
and never wanted more. But Daniel did want more. He'd taken tip money
and saved it, eventually getting an apartment of his own.
His life began, slowly to become his own. Then one day he saw
someone on the street who took his breath away. Little Jayson.
Shopping for something that day. Walking down the street, talking to
himself, eating lunch at that diner, immersed in a book, oblivious to
the world. What was it that pulled Daniel towards him, like a
paperclip to a magnet? Daniel hadn't wasted much time thinking about
that. He freely admitted he was not a great thinker. It wasn't his
strong suit and so he didn't do it much.
Images ran, scattershot through his mind of Jayson. Watching
him, seeing him at the gym and finding out about him. Smiling at the
girl at the counter and getting his name. Asking around to find out
what time of day he worked out.
Jayson. Braver than he was. Jayson, smiling. Jayson, looking
afraid and turned on, all at once.
Daniel's eyes shot open and he stared at the ceiling. He took a
deep breath and felt a sharp pain. Broken rib, he thought. He ignored
it. These are only chains he said to himself. I've punched my way
through wood and stone and steel. I've ripped through prison bars.
I've snapped tree trunks over my knee and I will not be held by
chains. I will not be stopped by anything or anybody from helping
Jayson. Daniel tensed his muscles and immediately the chains
tightened around his aching muscles. The links bit into his pecs and
shoulders and arms. They bit into his thighs and calves and still he
didn't stop. He tensed and pushed and pulled and relaxed. There were
only two possible outcomes. Either he would give in, or the chains
would. And Daniel, who had given in only once in his life, would not
even consider giving in tonight. Not with so very, very much at stake.
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I was going to black out in about two minutes and Angelface
knew it. He let me down just enough so that my feet barely grazed the
floor. He loosened his grip enough so that I could suck in more air.
He sneered down in my face and I knew, next time I wouldn't be able
to breathe. My eyes flickered over his body. I reached my hand out
quickly and sank it into his armpit, grabbing a handful of pit hair.
I yanked with all my remaining strength and he yelped, dropping me. I
sucked in air and shot my foot out as hard as I could, smashing it
into his knee. He yelled again and dropped to one knee. My hand felt
a weight plate scattered on the floor and I grabbed it. It was only
ten pounds, but it did its job as I sent it across Angelface's jaw.
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Daniel could feel it weakening. The link across his left bicep
was going to give. He could feel it. He closed his eyes and pictured
it stretching. He put more power into his muscle and he used his
mind's eye to watch the link stretching. He could feel it give
underneath his strength. The link struggled against his skin, but he
had more than skin. He had bone and blood and muscle. He had sheer
muscle and will power and, even as the link fought against him, he
knew it would break. It was like the guy Louie had first unleashed
him against. That little man broke and so would this chain. And when
it did, Louie would break and so would Killer and so would Rex and so
would everyone else who got in between him and Jayson. He let loose a
roar to the heavens as the link gave across the bicep. And another
gave across the teardrop of his calf, and another across the huge
curve of his pecs. Things were not looking good for Louie.
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I heard Daniel's scream overpower Angelface's as I brought the
weight plate down into his crotch. Daniel stood up behind the bench
and I stayed on my hands and knees, too wasted to move much. Daniel
moved and the chains, wuch as they were, flew all around. He grabbed
Killer by the back of the head and lifted him high into the air.
Daniel's arms were extended as high as they could go, and then he
brought them down quickly, sending Killer's face through the bench and
about an inch into the ground. A hard slap sent Rex flying across
the room with a canine yelp. Then came Louie. Louie tried shoving the
cattle prod into Daniel's chest, but he batted it away and grabbed
Louie by the collar. I could tell Daniel wanted to say something but
instead he brought his fist forward into Louie's face.
The punch was either pulled or Daniel was completely exhausted
because Louie wasn't knocked unconscious.
I heard noise from outside and saw Butch and two of his
hounds, Frederick and someone I didn't recognize, along with Lionel
and a few others.
Lionel went to Daniel's side while Butch came to mine, but
Daniel waved off Lionel and came to me. "Are you, ok? You ok? You ok?
I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry, Jayson, you've gotta believe me."
Lionel went to Louie and the others and gave them some sort of
good-bye- don't come back speech, while a doctor looked me over. I
had no broken bones, but I'd be a walking bruise for a while.
Daniel came up to me and went to lift me to carry me back to the
house, but I stopped him. "Please. I'd rather have Butch take me
back."
Daniel looked at me, puzzled for a minute. "Are you sure?"
I felt strange, having such a personal conversation here, in
front of everyone, but something compelled me. "Yes. I'm not so sure
I trust you much at this moment."
The realization began in the middle of his face and went
outwards, sending the hurt to his whole body. He nodded and sort of
slumped. Lionel looked away, but Butch looked at me, sad. He picked
me up and cradled me with one hand, reaching out to pat Daniel,
reassuringly on the head. He carried me back to the house but I
didn't allow myself to rest on his shoulder the way I had with Daniel.
Much later as I lay curled up in one of the exquisite beds,
Lionel came in to the room to make sure I was all right.
"I just wanted you to know Sir, that Mr. Louie and the others are
no longer here, nor will they be back here. The Club itself will take
precautions with your home security Sir, at our expense of course, so
as to make certain there will be no....repercussions Sir."
"Thank you Lionel. And thank you for the bed."
"Of course Sir." He looked at me for a moment, his head cocked to
one side. "If I may Sir?"
"Yes?" I answered, wondering if I had dome something wrong.
He came to me and perched on the edge of the bed. I realized
that, in his youth, he must have been breath-takingy handsome. He
was still a beautiful man and would turn heads wherever he went. He
rested his hand on mine, paternally. "Don't be too hard on our Daniel
Sir. For all his physical blessings he's still very young. I can
assure you, anything that he himself did tonight, was strictly to
impress you. He's been telling me about you for weeks. And I can
assure you Sir, that's not something he's done often." He stood
up. "In any case, Daniel asked me to find out Sir, if you'd be
comfortable with him coming in after the doctor is done with him and
watching over you Sir." I must have hesitated, because he quickly
added. "Causing you any more pain is the furthest thing from Daniel's
mind Sir."
I nodded slowly. "Ok."
"Very good Sir. Do sleep well Sir. I will personally make certain
that nothing disturbs you Sir." And, again, he pulled that weird exit
where he seemed to melt away.
Even preoccupied with all that had happened when I closed my eyes
and rested against the pillow, I fell fast asleep within minutes.
I woke up sometime before sunrise. The light from the sky was that
deep shade of indigo and I could see it peep through a break in the
curtains. There was a soft light on in the bathroom and it fell
across Daniel's sleeping form. He had pulled a chair close to the
bed, and he slept soundly. He'd thrown on a pair of pajama bottoms
and they were a deep green. I imagined they'd contrast beautifully
with his olive skin, but the light was too dim to really tell. He also had
bandages around his ribs. He must have broken, or at least bruised
them in the fights tonight. There was also a bandage of some sort
across his nose. He probably had prayed it would heal perfectly, but
I wondered if he might not be happier if it did leave his nose
slightly crooked. It wouldn't really mar his beautiful face so much
as give it a little rougher look. No matter how big you are, if
you're really pretty people will still bother you thinking you don't
know to throw a punch. If you look a little beat up, though, in
addition to being big, they tend not to mess with you as much.
I wondered if he was dreaming because his face looked so soft
and peaceful. It was a nice look and I felt as though if I were to
look inside of him he would be calm and orderly, without any hint of
the temper and violence I'd witnessed earlier. I shuddered at the
thought and turned my back to him and closed my eyes again.
The next time I woke up sunlight streamed through the window and
the bathroom light was out. Daniel sat in the chair looking at me,
leaning forward slightly. He smiled at me. "Good morning." His voice
was softer and gentler than I'd ever heard it. "How are you feeling?"
I nodded, sitting up as best I could. I didn't look, but I was
sure my body was one huge black and blue. "Fine, thank you. How are
you?"
"Ok. Nothing serious. Some cracked ribs and a broken nose. I'm
ok." He didn't move towards me, just stayed in the chair. "Would you
like some breakfast? I can have Lionel bring something up."
"Thank you. That would be nice." He crossed to the phone on the
bedside table and spoke into it for a few minutes. Hanging up, he
stood at the bed side, but again, made no move to reach out to
me. "Would you like some sunlight?"
"Yes, thank you." He went to the windows and threw open the
curtains. Sunlight poured into the room. Seeing the house in the
daylight was a different experience. The rooms still looked exquisite
and ornate, but they lost some of the foreboding nature they had in
the dim candlelight. He stood at the window for a minute. There was
an awkward, formal silence between the two of us. He wanted to do
something to break it, but he didn't know how or what to do.
"Are you comfortable? I mean, do you need another pillow or
anything? Water maybe?"
I shook my head no and pulled the covers up to my chin. Did you
ever know that you were being difficult? I mean, you knew someone was
trying hard to apologize or fix something, but you couldn't help
yourself. You just had to be kind of bitchy about it. That was me at
that moment. He excused himself and went to the bathroom, closing the
door. I propped myself up against the headboard and sighed. I wasn't
sure how I felt at the moment. I was a walking bruise. Actually I
hadn't tried walking yet but was pretty sure it would be painful. I
had to admit, though, until Killer had taken me I'd been having
a good time. A great time actually. But now...
The bathroom door opened and Daniel stood there leaning against
the doorframe. He'd wet his hair and slicked it back out of his face
a little. "I'm sorry." His shoulders slumped a little and he looked
off to the side refusing to look me in the eyes. "If I'd know what
was going to happen I would never have brought you here. I would have
died myself, or killed them all rather than let you get hurt Jayson."
He paused, his words trailing off, as if he were waiting for me to
respond.
"Thank you. That's kind of you."
"You believe me, right?"
I avoided the question by asking one of my own. "Was it true?
What Louie said?"
He looked back down at the floor. "Yeah," he shrugged. "Sort of.
The facts are right, even if the intention wasn't. I got...caught up
in a lot of things." He came to me and sat tentatively on the edge. I
could feel the mattress sink towards him and stifled an impulse to
move. Even if I did move, if he wanted to hurt me he would. He was
faster than I and much, much stronger. I stayed where I
was. "Jayson," he put his hand on top of mine, covering it. "I was a
different person then. I'm not like that anymore." I wanted to say
something, but thought better of it before I even opened my mouth. He
must have seen something in my eyes though, because he looked me in
the face. "What?" I hesitated, afraid of something. "You can say
anything you want. Don't be afraid."
"Ok. You say you've changed, but earlier tonight you threatened
to rip my dick off."
"I also offered to take your collar off and bring you home."
That stopped me in my tracks. The wind out of the sails of my
anger, I settled back into the bed and we were both silent. A gentle
knock on the door brought us back to reality and Lionel entered with
a huge rolling cart. He was as silent as usual when he unfolded a
napkin on my lap. He took my 'thank you' in stride, and then unfolded
a napkin on Daniel's laugh.
"Is there anything else Sirs?" he asked, in his crisp,
articulate voice, and when we said no, he left, closing the door with
barely a click.
Both Daniel and myself were hungry, so we ate silently. Eggs,
bacon, pancakes, oatmeal, the food was as wonderful as the dinner
last night and by the time we finished, some of the edge had been
taken off my anger. Daniel took the tray from my bed and wheeled the
cart outside the door. He came back to the bed and sat on the edge
again, taking my hand in his. I looked down at our two hands
intertwined. He brought my fingers to his lips and kissed them. I
could feel the sharp feel of his whiskers and they sent a chill
through my spine. "Tell me, Jayson, from your heart, which guy do you
think I am? The guy who'd rip you apart, or the guy who'd take you
home at the end of the night?"
I took my hand from his, and leaned forward, unsure of what I
was going to do. At the last instant, and without thought, I kissed
him. He wrapped one hand around my lower back and pulled me close,
the covers of the bed bunching up between us. I could feel him pushing
me back slowly, and I must have groaned in pain from his weight,
because without missing a beat he shifted his grip to my waist and
turned so that he was on the bottom. He kept me at arms length above
him, and I teetered a little as he found the balance. He pumped out a
few presses with me, before lowering me to his chest. I moved so that
I wouldn't be putting any weight on his bruised ribs, but he clamped
down, tight on me and held me to him. "No, don't. You're a feather.
You're my little feather." He whispered into me ear and I could feel
his other hand move to free my hard dick from the pajama's. He ripped
the cloth down the front and I felt my dick come free and slap hard
against the bandages. His own pajama's ripped next and the two pieces
of cloth were thrown to the floor. Our lips met again and because of
the difference in our heights where my dick rubbed into his wounded
ribs his won rubbed hard, and solid against my thigh. I ran my hands
over his massive shoulders and over his huge, rounded biceps. The
muscles bunched and corded under my hands. Continuing down I ran my
hands over the bruises on his chest. I kissed them lightly over and
over again and he moaned, in what I hoped was pleasure.
I came to his crotch and inhaled the clean smell of him. His
hair was trimmed and neat. I breathed a little sigh of relief that
his cock was not as big as the rest of him. It was a little bigger
than mine, but not so huge that I was afraid of it. I took him in my
mouth and he seemed to melt back into the pillows. I could feel his
hands grip my shoulders and squeeze. It was nothing to him, but I
felt as if he'd pulled much harder he would have ripped my muscle
clean off the bone. He pulled me off his dick and lifted me clear up
to his pecs where me began to rub my cock against his huge chest. My
breathing came faster and faster and he sped up the friction of my
dick against him. I reached down and grasped his arms, feeling his
biceps and triceps under my palms. Something sent me over the edge.
Perhaps it was the muscle under my dick, or the muscle under my
hands. Perhaps it was the sheer strength he showed, but I came in a
torrent, covering his pecs and neck, even splashing some onto his
cheeks. I moaned and yelled and gasped and he brought me down to him
holding me firmly against his chest.
I leaned up and whispered into his ear. "I think you're both
guys."
He smiled at me and brought his hand to the top of my head, while
I rested my chin on his shoulder. "You're right. I am both." He put
his head back on the pillowcase. "And when we're both healed, I'm
gonna show you the wrestling room downstairs."
He chuckled and I looked up at him. "Don't think I'm not still
mad." His head shot up and he looked at me, a line of worry creasing
his forehead. I kept my face still for a full minute before I smiled.
He chuckled again. "You little shit," and pulled my head down to his
boulder like delts, resting me there while my semen dried, sticking
us together.