Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2008 11:50:33 -0600
From: rodwrt <rodwrt@aol.com>
Subject: Punishment Deserved

"Punishment Deserved"

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author.  This is fiction. Please do not copy or post to any
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"Artistic Tattoo and Piercing Studio, this is James. How may
I help you?"

"Hello, I've been referred to you by Santino, I understand
you offer certain services for shall we say domestics?"

"Yes sir, but we don't discuss those over the phone, would
you like to set an appointment for that?"

"No, I've been given an outline for a full indoctrination; I
understand your price is $1500.00 including all services and
jewelry?

"Well yes sir, but we usually do like to have an appointment
first to verify the services to be offered beforehand."

"I understand but this is a special circumstance.  I would
prefer to remain anonymous for various reasons, and would
prefer this be handled with all discretion.  Would you be
able to come to an address and take control of the
individual, completing all services there and then leave
when you have finished?"

"That is unusual but could be arranged.  There would of
course need to be certain equipment available.  We would
provide any implements we need but restraints etc. would
need to be provided."

"Understood, I can arrange for those to be present, as a
matter of fact a fully equipped room would be at your
disposal with various chairs, restraints etc."

"Very well, when and where would you like for this to take
place and how would you prefer to arrange payment.  You can
understand something of this nature needs to be paid at time
of service or before."

"That is easy enough to arrange, the individual will be
present to let you in unaware of what is to happen.  He will
actually let you in expecting you to be servicing the room.
Once he has led you to the room you will simply take control
and complete your services. There will be an envelope in the
room to your right as you enter and it will contain your
payment for services.  Don't be concerned with a release as
you should forward them to the following email address
rodwrt@aol.com and they will be completed and included in
the envelope."

"You are aware of the full menu of services included in that
package sir?"

"Yes I want everything to be done as listed; you don't need
to go over them at this point.  The domestic receiving your
services will be unaware of what is going on and has no say
in what is to be done.  Just complete your job and
everything will be satisfactory. There may even be a
generous tip if you handle things with the proper attitude
and make the recipient fully feel the magnitude of your
services."

"Very well, and when and where should this take place?  The
earliest time we have available for an outcall such as this
would be towards the end of this week, say Friday evening."

"Good, Friday should work well, shall we say about seven in
the evening. The address is 1836 Farrington Drive.  Come to
the back entrance and ring the bell.  The domestic will
answer and take you directly downstairs to the room. Let him
lead you in, then lock the door and order him to do your
bidding.  He will be instructed to do as you command and
will not disobey.   Once you have finished remove the
restraints from his wrists then unlock the door and exit.
Leave it unlocked and let yourself back out.  I am sure in
his condition it will take a little time for him to remove
the rest of his restraints and be in a condition to leave
the room."

"Are there any other special instructions sir?  Is there a
name we should use when dealing with him?"

"Just be sure he remains subservient at all times.  You may
call him boi or any other derogatory term you feel
appropriate and feel free to demean him.  Whatever you do,
do not listen to anything he might say, do not under any
circumstances believe anything he tells you.  He has had
this coming for a long time and would probably say anything
at the time to convince you to stop.  Don't let him get away
with it.  Carry out your instructions to the letter and even
a little overboard would be acceptable, so long as he is not
permanently damaged, that is, beyond what is ordered.
Whether or not you are ever referred, called again or
receive a tip will depend on how well you carry out these
instructions"

"Very well sir, as you order.  He will remember what we have
done for a long time."

"I am counting on exactly that.  Thank you I will be in
touch.  Good bye."

"Good bye sir and thank you for calling."

"James, did I hear what I think I just heard?"

"Yeah Tony, Friday we have a date to fix some guy up real
well!"

"Full package?"

"Yes, it should take us a few hours.  We'll need to pack up
our equipment though we are doing everything as an outcall.
I guess the guy is lucky his owner ordered the full rather
than the extreme package, a few less pieces of jewelry to
take along and install.  If it weren't for the fun we'll
have we should be charging more but it's an alright way to
spend a Friday night as far as I'm concerned and you never
balked at the idea either, have you?"

"No way, I can hardly wait to see the fear in his eyes as we
do our thing!  Why no appointment?  We normally don't do
these services without a full discussion of all services
involved beforehand."

"It seems that Mr. Santino gave the referral and the guy
calling knows what all is involved.  He just wants some
servant of his put in his place and everything done on the
QT.  Hey man if the guy was referred by our boss it's not
our place to ask questions, understood?

"Understood, just how far are we supposed to go?"

"The full package and we can improvise a little so long as
we don't do any more damage than what is expected with the
services.  He did say to be sure and demean the sucker some
while we are at it."

"Gawd, I'm dripping already at the prospect, when did you

say we are doing this?"

"Day after tomorrow, Friday evening about seven."

Friday Late Afternoon

"Tony, got everything in the van?"

"Yeah James I'm ready to roll.  Are you?"



"We'll leave about 6:30, don't want to show up too early.
Besides this way we have time to do a little work out to get
nice and pumped.  Have a light bite to eat. Oil up and then
get into those new outfits the boss sent over last week.
Between the leather harnesses all the metal studs and the
cod piece we should be able to scare the hell out of the
poor sap we're going to work over.  Our jump suit
maintenance outfits should be real easy to vacate once we
get into the room.  That poor guy will never know what hit
him."


"I wonder why Mr. Santino sprang for the new outfits?  They
really are hot but it looks like they cost more than this
job is worth. Think we could wear them after work and cruise
a little?"


"I don't think that would be a wise idea.  The last guy that
decided to take advantage ended up disappearing after Mr.
Santino found out and hasn't been seen since.  I wouldn't
take that chance ever."


The two men made their way into the exercise room in the
basement of their office building.  As usual they stripped
out of their clothes and proceeded to work out without the
cumbersome presence of attire.  Once out of their clothes
they popped in the protective contact lenses and after
flipping the light switches proceeded to spot for each other
as they worked their way around the room progressively
increasing the weights being manhandled for each section of
their bodies as muscles began to swell and veins became all
that more prominent.  Each minute they sweated and labored
or pushed and prodded their partner the sunlamps in the
ceiling contributed to the ever darkening of their skin.
With the total lack of covering their body exhibited no tan
lines.  Truth be told one would not believe the difference.
Both men had a deep bronze tone that only accentuated the
God like appearance of their bodies.  James stood at 6'3"
and weighed around 210.  That may seem a bit heavy but his
waist was but 29" and each of his powerful thighs came very
close to being the same measurement.  His chest exploded
over his washboard abs to over 56" and was exceeded only by
his phenomenal shoulders that looked like a 747 could land
between them.  He kept himself trimmed and so sported a fine
covering of fur over his pectoral area and down through the
center forming a slightly darker trail that fanned out just
enough to top his genital area.  From the top of the root of
his cock to his perineum he was shaved smooth.  His scrotal
sack hung down a good six inches but looked as if they were
well weighted with the heavy balls protruding like tangelos
to each side of center.  This alone would be enough to make
one drool but they could only be seen when his cock swung
out of the way when he moved as it was even longer, the tip
hanging several inches lower than his sack and with its
width covering all too much of that which hung behind.  The
head was a beautiful pink prominently perched at the end of
the magnificent shaft smooth but for the multitude of veins
showing through the translucent skin and variegating the
surface with ridges in all the right places.  The helmet of
his weapon met the shaft with a pronounced ridge that
produced a deep valley between it and the shaft.  As their
exercise progressed that head became a deeper and deeper
purple as the entire organ became more engorged. As if his
body wasn't fabulous enough he had long ago had just a few
pieces of very impressive jewelry attached, from the heavy
solid rings through his nips to the much larger and heavier
one through the end of his cock.  No wonder his cock hung so
low the weight must have stretched it over the years.  Even
so each piece looked brand new as it sparkled under the
lights of the workout room.  James was a good example of a
talented tattoo artist; an intricate pattern adorned his
shoulders and the caps of his upper arms.  One would have
thought they looked somewhat tribal in their intricate
patterns but rather than the dull solid black patterns often
seen these where in a multitude of colors that could only
leave one with awe for their beauty.

Tony was a good match for his partner,  where James was dark
headed with deep brown eyes that could swallow someone
whole, Tony was light almost blond with eyes of sapphire
that seems to hold the heavens.  Almost as tall, he stood at
6'1-1/2" and was a close 195 lbs.  His waist was just as
thin as his partner and his shoulders quite close to as
broad.  His chest was thicker and his areoles were as large
as half dollars with nipples that would rival the size of
any pencil eraser each standing a proud «" away from his
smooth chest.  The lights sparkled off his nipple rings, a
matched set over an inch in diameter and 10 ga.  His arms
appeared like tree trunks with his biceps looking like
oversize softballs mounding in the center of his upper arms
to the point it was impossible to bend his elbow hardly
anywhere near his shoulder.  The back of his arms were not
neglected and stood thickly in prominence when his arm was
in an extended position. Tony's tattoos were more extensive
than James as one could only guess that James had been the
artist.  Tony was not overly covered but the fineness and
extent seemed to leave little area of his body without some
small bit of artistry that individually appeared intricate
and beautiful but when viewed in its totality over his
entire body was nothing short of magnificent.  The
characters were so lifelike but not overbearing, hiding,
ready to prance on some unsuspecting prey, snakes, dragons,
winged and without wings seemed to sneak out from the most
unexpected places.  Again as with James the colors were of
the rainbow with any combination imagined.  The musculature
of his body just brought all of it to life.  By the time the
harnesses would adorn their bodies they would truly be a
sight of supreme impression.

High tight and ample butts kept their upper legs or lower
backs from coming close to the benches as they lay prone on
their backs to push their bodies through the grueling
progression of exercises they followed on a regular
schedule.

Each exercise brought Tony closer to full mast and before
they could finish half of their program his tool extended
like a skyscraper high above his body pulsing with each beat
of his heart.  It would be a tight fit this evening for the
cod pieces.  Each man had adorned themselves with the
required cock ring of heavy stainless steel after disrobing
since it would be impossible to get them on later.  The
heavy ring attached around the ball sac pushed the balls
deep in their sacs and stretched the skin till it had a very
thin and translucent appearance.  The cod piece would appear
as if it were ready to burst and just might as the tensions
would rise during the evenings encounter.

As the final exercise was completed the men quickly got into
their new leather gear after applying the coat of oil that
made their entire bodies glisten.  Between the aroma of
their bodies and the scent of the new leather their presence
would be well announced.  The pheromones would be in
abundance this evening.  Then donned their so-called
maintenance jumpers and after a quick snack found the clock
to be announcing their departure.

The drive through the countryside would have been calming
for anyone else on any other day but the two men had a
mission, they were sexually charged and about to cause
someone to experience feeling they would never forget.  Each
man felt a tingly warmth within his skin as every inch of
their being was readied for the encounter they would enjoy.
They had long ago realized their exuberance in meting out
the type of punishment they were about to deliver. They too
had pleasured under the feel of the whip, never so brutal as
to break skin or leave a lasting mark, but enough to impart
a painful remembrance of just how the body felt when
assaulted thusly. Each piercing and tattoo had been done in
such a way that the pain elevated them to another dimension,
brought about a form of euphoria unmatched by any other
assault on their senses.  Their crotches continued to pulse
as the blood flowed only to be trapped in the weapons that
would soon be unleashed as part of the scene to change some
stupid domestics life for ever.  Tomorrow would be the first
day of a totally new life for this domestic.  His owner had
decided that the steps would be taken to show him just how
owned and under the power of another he had become.  This
was these men's job and they reveled in the enjoyment of
carrying out their deepest desires while providing a service
they actually got paid for.  They would enjoy this evening
very much.

All too soon they found the address, it wasn't difficult, as
expected it was a large estate, surprising nothing had been
said about a gate but it was open, so they drove through and
as instructed found their way around the mansion and pulled
up to a rear entrance.  Very fitting it looked like a
servant's entrance and they were there to deal with a
servant, or at least someone who would soon find out that
they were in the fullest sense of the term.  Grabbing their
bags from the back they made their way to the door and rang
the bell.

Within moments the door opened and standing before them was
a striking man of about thirty-five years of age.  He
appeared to be rather muscular in stature and quiet in
character.  His dark hair was neatly trimmed and well cared
for.  His body had been trained and cared for with a great
deal of effort.  He bore a striking similarity in build with
his soon to be tormentors.  His brown eyes held a depth and
beauty seldom seen or at least acknowledged in men.  A
certain twinkle emanated from them and seemed to invite
their viewer in.  Calmness seemed to reside there but at the
same time an indication of some other turmoil brewing just
under the surface existed.  James could see the dichotomy in
front of him but felt that there was a job to be done, no
matter what this domestic may be thinking James and Tony
were there for one reason, to bring a new awareness to this
boi, a new depth of feelings though pain he probably had
never encountered in his life before.  The two would enjoy
their endeavors tonight.  Without hesitation the boi stepped
back from the door to allow them entrance and as they passed
him said, "Welcome sirs, I believe you are here to work on
the exam room I will show you the way, if you will follow
me."

Without comment James and Tony followed the man.  Down the
hall from the entrance hallway, through a huge kitchen large
enough and equipped enough to prepare for hundreds.  Through
a door down a flight of stairs and along another long
hallway they walked without comment.  As they approached the
end of the hall a massive door appeared before them and
without hesitation the domestic opened the door and stepped
inside to allow them entrance.  Stepping over to the table
he picked up the aforementioned envelope and handed it to
James.  As James took the envelope in hand Tony quickly shut
the door behind them.

"Will you be requiring my services sirs?" asked the
gentlemen.  As he heard the lock engage in the door he
turned slightly to see Tony removing his hand from the lock.

"Boi, yes you will stay we have some things to attend to and
you are very much what we will attend to!" said James.

"Sirs, I do not understand how may I be of service, what do
you mean I am what you will attend to?"

"Slap", resounded through the room as this domestic fell
backward quickly covering his reddening check with his hand
as James answered his question with action rather than word.

"Get you ass over here and help us out of these uniforms
boi."

Boi looked bewildered but stepped forward and started to
reach for the zipper at the upper chest of James.  As he
came within inches of his target once again James slapped
him, this time on the other side of the face. "Use you
teeth, you little faggot, you're not worthy enough to use
the same hands on our uniform that you jerk yourself off
with."

A look of shock crossed their captives face but with an
unforeseen twinkle in his eye he leaned forward and with his
teeth grasped the end of the zipper and began to pull it
downwards.  As the zipper revealed the skin and leather
beneath the scent of this god before him assaulted his
senses and he was almost overcome with the effect.  He felt
suddenly a little light headed but managed to continue his
travail.  As the zipper got lower he suddenly became aware
of the great protuberance before him and though he might
pass out from the combination of sight and smell.  Realizing
his effect on this boi, James shrugged his massive shoulders
and the uniform/jumper began to fall towards the floor.
Using his teeth the boi unlaced James boots and after James
used his toe to his heel and kicked off his boots the boi
managed to pull the last vestige of the jumper over James's
foot and free it totally from his body. Boi kneeled in
wonder as he looked up and drank in the sight before him.  A
quick kick planted between his legs by Tony caused him to
realize he still had another uniform to remove and he turned
and stood to start the procedure again.  It was evident that
the sight of these two men was having its effect as the
front of Boi's trousers was tenting dramatically. While Boi
removed the jumper from Tony, James had replaced his boots
and retied them.   As soon as Tony's jumper was removed he
did likewise and in no time was back in his boots as well.

Without a comment James grabbed a special knife from his bag
and before Boi knew what was happening the knife was slicing
through his shirt.  First the knife cut from the neck on
each side down the sleeve and then down the back.  The shirt
fell apart and away from boi's body hanging only where it
was inserted in the top of his trousers.  The tee shirt
underneath was grabbed in the front by James and in the back
by Tony and as if it were rehearsed they both pulled at the
same time and it ripped in two to be thrown to the floor
seconds later in pieces.  Tony then put both arms under
boi's armpits and with ease lifted him off the floor while
his codpiece ground into his captive's ass.  James barely
leaned over and grabbed each of boi's feet and removed his
shoes then his socks and threw them across the room.  While
still in this elevated position James reached forward and
ripped the button at the top of boi's trousers and with a
hand on each side pulled the zipper out of its placket
exposing the thin cotton covering a very erect cock
underneath.

Placing his hand over the mound before him James looked the
boi directly in the eye and said, "So a little excited over
what's going on? Let's just see what you have hidden in
there that's so desperately trying to get out!"  With a hand
on each hip James grabbed the sides of Boi's trousers and
catching the cloth underneath pulled quickly and in seconds
they were joining the shoes across the room.  As the pants
fell so did the shirt and Boi was now elevated in the air
stark naked with his ass firmly planted over Tony's cod
piece.  His own cock was pointing straight out from his body
and one could see a glistening over the head as precum had
begun to flow.

Tony placed him back on his feet but grabbed both of his
wrists and pulled them behind him.  A couple of clicks later
and a pair of handcuffs had been applied.  Tony then reached
out and cupping the two globes before him began to knead and
massage them.

James began to draw circles around each of the nipples on
his captives chest and as he circled closer and closer
finally pinched each nipple between a set of fingers and
began to apply more pressure as he twisted and twisted.
"Stop I can't stand this, please don't do this to me," boi
cried as tears began to form at the edge of each eye.

"Nothing you say is going to save you from this now, we've
only just started you have a long way to go before we are
finished, so just shut up and take it!" James retorted as he
dug his fingernails deeper into the fleshy nubs in front of
him.

After playing with the nubs for fifteen or so minutes and
causing Boi to come to full tears James pulled him forward
and moved him over to the center of the room.  The entire
time James had been working his torture Tony had been
alternating between kneading Boi's ass and reaching around
and circling Boi's nut sac with his hand he would then grasp
tightly and pull down. Once he had pulled down quickly he
would then hold the position for a few minutes slowly
increasing the pressure and the stretch.  Then he would
suddenly release and go back to his kneading.  Occasionally
one hand would find itself slowly raking a fingernail in the
deep trench stopping slightly to encircle the rosebud buried
there.

Once James had Boi positioned he released the cuffs and one
at a time reconnected the wrists to bindings from the
ceiling.  Boi found himself to quickly be stretched, his
toes just barely able to stabilize him on the floor, soon he
felt something being attached to his ankles and he realized
he was now hanging in an X position with his body totally
exposed.

A click and the sound of clippers reverberated through the
room as Tony and James began with clippers in hand to remove
any vestige of hair on Boi's body.  They worked from his
toes up avoiding his genitals until every piece of hair had
been removed from his neck down.  They then covered him with
shaving cream and began the process of shaving him to ensure
as close a cut as possible.  James made quick work of the
front of Boi's body while Tony took a little longer cleaning
all other areas then with one hand spreading the cheeks of
Boi's ass and with the other slowly and carefully removing
every strand of hair throughout his trench and perineum as
well as the insides of his thighs.  In the meantime James
moved to the genital area and very methodically he removed
all the hair to be found there. As he worked his way around
he used one hand on Boi's cock to expose or better enable
him to access the area he wished to denude.  Cock snot
dripped from the handle as James manhandled his subject.
When completed each man grabbed a warm wet towel and began
to remove the last signs of the shaving cream.  A sigh of
relief was audible from boi as he though the worst was over,
at least for the shaving.  Much to his surprise his entire
body seemed to catch on fire as a cold liquid was flooded
over his newly shaved area and something at first very
cooling and then searingly hot was applied to his rosebud.
He screamed in agony as he felt his entire body from the
neck down begin to burn.  They had doused his skin with
alcohol and applied Ben gay liberally to his ass as well as
to his nipples, they had even taken a gob of the Ben gay and
pushed it into his piss slot and around the head of his
cock.  The next thirty minutes were pure hell as he hung
while the chemicals caused his nervous system to overload
with the pain he was experiencing.  In the meantime James
and Tony where cleaning up from the shave and preparing
things for the next item on their program.  Tears were
streaming from Boi's eyes as he rasped for breath and kept
repeating a mantra of "NO, please NO more, NO, please NO
more, whatever you want, just No more!"

James and Tony laughed as they heard the plea, nothing would
keep them from finishing what they had started, they hadn't
done hardly anything yet, there was so much more to do.

As the half hour finished the pain was wearing away and the
crying was somehow being curbed.  Perhaps Boi was realizing
that his plea would remain unanswered.

Suddenly his attention was captured as he felt some cold
metal object being placed around the top of his ball sac.
Within moments he could feel the object beginning to warm
but the pressure was increased till it felt this thing was
strangling his balls.  He could feel there restraint in a
very tight covering of their skin and they felt so far away
from where they normally resided.  He could only surmise
that some type of ball stretcher made of metal had been
attached to his scrotum.

A moment later then bar between his ankles was removed and
as quickly each wrist was unfastened.  His sigh of relief
was however; short lived as he soon found himself forced
over a pummel horse.  His ass exposed and his cock and balls
hanging down at the end of the pummel horse.  His ankles
were quickly reattached to restraints and likewise his
wrists were  detained forcing him in a position that didn't
allow for any movement.  Suddenly there was additional
pressure on his balls as he felt someone's hand attaching
something to the stretched ball sac and then pulling it down
towards the floor.  The pain in his balls was excruciating.
At the same time he could feel moisture as his cock moved
against the pummel horse.  How could he be excited over
this, he was leaking like a faucet, that moisture was his
precum, and there seemed to be a lot of it.

Suddenly there was a hand on his hip and he felt something
hard between the cheeks of his ass.  A moment later and a
pain ripped through his being like he had never felt before
and he could feel wiry hair against his ass.  He had been
skewered by one of these guys!  There was a very big cock up
his ass and it was splitting him in two.  His entire ass
burnt.  He thought the Ben gay was bad this was even worse.
The pain radiated out from his sphincter in all directions.
Worse than that, he felt so full.  His mind couldn't process
all the sensory input it was receiving.  Then the log
started to pull out.  No sooner did it start to pull out
then it rammed back in.  In and out, the pain started to
dissipate and another feeling started to grow.  This feeling
was not of pain it was of pleasure; he was starting to enjoy
what was happening to him.  No sooner did he start to bask
in the pleasure that was starting to flood through his body
then he felt something at his lips.  Opening his eyes he saw
Tony attempting to force his horsecock down his throat.  He
wouldn't open his mouth to receive it, Tony knew this
reaction and just took two fingers and pinched boi's noise
so he couldn't breathe.  It only took a few moments and
Boi's mouth flew open to gasp for air.  In that moment Tony
slid forward and rammed his cock down Boi's throat.  Boi
felt like he was going to choke but Tony gave him no slack
and began his piston type action repeatedly filling Boi's
throat with his cock then pulling almost out to ram in
again.  Once again the sensory overload was almost enough
for Boi to lose consciousness.  But the action kept on and
he didn't faint, he could feel his throat getting sorer but
his ass was feeling oh so good and then suddenly he felt
himself go over the top into the abyss where he suffered the
petite mort.  His sphincter clamped down, James's cock was
suddenly held in a vice, the pressure of which caused him to
explode inside Boi and Boi exploded with volley after volley
of cum shooting straight out of his cock towards the floor.

James pulled out signaling Tony and the two switched places.
Boi quickly swallowed James's cock and suckled on it like a
new born babe while Tony wasted no time and penetrated Boi
with his weapon in one fell swoop.  Tony continued his
assault and finding just the right angle was able to hit
Boi's prostrate with each thrust.  In no time Boi was ready
to shoot again and did so but not until after his sphincter
had clamped down once again and this time took Tony over the
top along with him.  The quantity of cum that Tony
ejaculated when added to what James left was sufficient to
cause it to run out of Boi's ass around Tony's cock as
quickly as Tony was pumping it in.

The task completed James and Tony wasted no time and in a
matter of seconds had Boi released, turned over and
reattached.  Boi's cock had blown off twice but still stood
like a shaft of steel.  The head was purple and hard as the
shaft below.  Cum still coated the tip and a pool could be
seen on the floor.  With great dexterity James grabbed Boi's
cock, swabbed it with a disinfectant solution and placing
the receiver in position, took a piercing needle and shoved
it through the bottom of the shaft into the receiver.  He
then slid a Prince Albert wand down the urethra and as
quickly pushed the attaching bar with a knocker through the
piercing and screwed them together.  A few twists, and the
ball was placed on the end of the wand.  The first piercing
was completed. It had all happened so quickly that Boi had
not even deflated; his cock still stood proudly pointing at
a decent angle towards his abs.

Boi was released from the horse to stand.  He required
assistance to do so but soon found that rather than human
assistance he would once again be held in place with
mechanical assistance.  He was soon attached to a bar on
either side such that his wrists were extended straight out
from his body.  His feet were spread and attached so they
could not move.  He was standing so that he had to look
slightly up to see his tormentor as James stood before him.
He could hear sound behind him and realized that his other
tormentor was procuring something else out of his supply
bags.

As he looked forward James just smiled as he started to
berate him and tell him what a degenerate piece of shit he
really was.  He was no longer a man but a plaything for real
men to use and abuse.  The wand in his cock would see that
he could not ejaculate unless he was given permission to
remove either the ball on the end or the actual wand.  The
stretcher would constantly remind him that the entire area
belonged to someone else and was no longer his to enjoy or
play with.  But they were not finished, soon they would add
something else but first he would feel the pain that he
deserved.

No sooner than James had finished his diatribe there came a
whoosh through the air and stars appeared before Boi's eyes
as something make contact with his ass and sent millions of
points of pain flooding over all his senses.  Before he
could comprehend the onslaught it struck again, sending even
more intense pain through his system.  He realized that it
felt like a thousand bees where stinging him all at the same
time.  A whoosh sound through the air and then the attack of
the bees.  He was being flogged with a cat.  He could almost
feel the moisture running down his legs. Was it sweat or was
it blood?  He had no way of knowing.  After several blows of
the cat, all went quiet.  The only sound in the room was the
gasping for air being made by Boi.  James reached forward
and unscrewed the ball from the end of the wand.

A different sound exploded behind him and a single spot on
his ass shouted as the pain erupted then radiated out.
Another in a different area, the same reaction, intense
searing pain in a localized point then it radiated out from
there.  Several more followed but then one didn't touch his
ass; it came across his back and wrapped around him to
encircle his left nipple.  The sting was unbearable. But at
the same time he could not believe in all of his pain his
cock was harder then it had ever been in his life.  Though
the end of the wand he was practically pissing precum.

Then it happened, his assailant had moved to the other side
and the whip, yes that is what he had seen, a long black
woven leather whip came across his back wrapped around him
and encircled his right nipple.  The sting was only the
beginning of the sensations within his body.  Oh, yes the
pain was unbearable but at that precise moment in time
everything inside him forced its way through his cock and
with the ball off the end of his wand he shot his first
volley of cum across the room.  Each subsequent shot went
just a little shorter distance but by the eighth shot he was
still shooting several feet away.  His body was drained like
it had never been before, his balls must be empty, and felt
like they were in a vacuum, nothing was left, the pain in
his ass and his chest was beyond comprehension.

He thought nothing more could surmount what had already
occurred but then he felt hands on his chest.  First
something cold, oh that felt good to help dissipate the pain
from the whip.  Then he felt something else, a pressure on
each of his nipples as something compressed each of them
from either side at the same time.  As his head shifted and
he looked down upon his chest he saw his two tormentors,
each holding one of his tits with a clamp compressing it
like a pancake then his eyes opened wider in terror as each
man pushed a needle through a nipple and in a manner of
seconds replaced it with a large and heavy ring.  A quick
squeeze of a special pair of pliers and the solid ring was
permanently attached.

James continued to stand in front of his prey and with his
hand proceeded to stroke Boi's cock.  It had never gone
down.  The excitement of the scene had kept him engorged,
dripping and pulsing.  As James could see him approaching
another climax he winked at Tony and just as Boi when into
the throes of another orgasm Tony assaulted Boi's ass with a
long and wide wooden paddle.  As each volley shot out
another blow landed with the paddle.  All too soon both
ended and Boi finally slumped down hanging by his
restraints.

There was just a little left to do.  While James pushed the
pummel horse in front of Boi, Tony released his wrists so
that he could lean him forward over the horse.  Refastened
Boi stood bent at the waist his much reddened ass
prominently on display.  Removing yet more equipment from a
nearby bag Tony prepared the tools and handed them as needed
to James.  A shout could be heard as James began to emblazon
Boi's ass with a tattoo.  After the beating he had endured
even the lower level pain of a tattoo needle was almost too
much to bear.  Per the instructions given to him by Mr.
Santino James quickly managed to render the tattoo with his
usual array of colors and beauty of design.  This was a
symbol, a crest shall we say that the owner had specified be
permanently affixed, a reminder of what had occurred. Still
screaming, the task was suddenly done and the two men
released the bindings and flipped Boi over.  As much as he
had gone through his cock still stood tall and hard.  James
laughed as he grabbed it and began the even more painful
procedure of tattooing another image around the shaft in his
hands.  He had thought it rather odd that the design
specified was very similar to the one he himself wore but on
his arms, certainly not around the shaft of his cock.
Screams of pain turned to whimpers as the needle continued
its endeavor and Boi's throat became so hoarse he could no
longer produce very much of a level of sound.  As abrupt as
it had begun, it ended. The two men felt they had completed
their assignment and picked up their items of torture.  They
quickly pulled on their jump suites and Tony started for the
vehicle.  James was in awe of what this domestic had endured
and really felt somewhat sorry for him.  He knew that he had
done each thing according to the order, in some cases had
been a little rough but he had followed what Mr. Santino had
told him to do.  They had a conversation after the call had
been received and Mr. Santino had instructed him on just how
much more he was to do. The one thing left to do was to
remove the restraints from Boi's hands.  It seemed funny to
have to refer to this guy as Boi but that was all he had,
along with the instructions that he was not to know anything
else about the guy.  After all, the less he knew the less
likely there could be a problem later, there was a release
in the envelope or at least he hoped there would be.  He was
told by Mr. Santino to retrieve the envelope and bring it
back to him unopened. He was concerned with the arrangement
and had asked Mr. Santino about it and that's what he had
been told.  Since Mr. Santino was his boss he felt he should
do as asked.  He liked his job too much to lose it over some
petty curiosity. If the boss said pick up an envelope when
you do your job and bring it back unopened then that's what
he would do. As he went to Boi to remove the wrist
restraints he felt Boi could hardly stand, so he decided to
provide him with a chair to recover in.  He would leave the
ankle restraints as directed but at least the guy wouldn't
fall over from being unable to stand.   With the chair in
place he reached to unfasten the wrist restraints, as he did
Boi wrapped his arms around James and weakly whispered
"Thank you."

As James looked into Boi's eyes he found no hatred as he
expected but a look of peace and contentment, almost love.
This rattled James to his core and without thinking returned
the hug, kissed Boi fully and deeply on the lips and said,
"You're welcome."

James turned grabbed his bag and left quickly.  When he got
to their vehicle Tony was his usual self and was trying to
convince James that they should stop to cruise, after all,
the outfits they were wearing under the jumpsuits were
really something.  Tony was sure it would take no time at
all to find a sub that would be more than happy to spend the
rest of the night with them and let them do anything they
wanted.

James was in a distant place.  Physically he was there but
mentally, no way, he wasn't even really listening to Tony.
Something about their encounter tonight had shaken him up.
He couldn't figure out just what it was but something had
grabbed at the very core of his being and he didn't know
what the hell had happened.  He drove directly back to their
office and after demanding that Tony cut with the crap he
was asking they changed to their regular attire, hung the
outfits in a locker and each headed their own way.

Tony did go cruising and got lucky but that's a story for
another time.

James just went back to his apartment and tried to go to
bed.  He just couldn't sleep; he tossed and turned all
night.

The next day he went into the office as usual and stopped in
to see Mr. Santino since he was in his office.  It wasn't
every Saturday that Mr. Santino came in, as a matter of fact
it was very seldom that he came in on Saturday, so that plus
the fact that James was still bummed out over last night
made him want to talk to Mr. Santino a little; maybe find
out a little more about the guy that had hired them for last
night.

"James, I'm glad to see you came in today!" said Mr.
Santino.

"Well, I'm glad you are here.  Something just seems weird
about last night; I can't put my finger on it.  I know that
the guy who placed the order was to be anonymous but is
there anything you can tell me?" replied James.

"Well remember first of all there was a promise about a tip
dependent on how things worked out and how well you did?"

"Yes sir, I do remember that now that you mention it but I
can't see someone giving me a tip for doing what I did to
that guy last night.  It just felt like I crossed some line.
We did everything we were supposed to do like you told me
but somehow, something just sticks in my crawl.  I don't
know what it is and I get a feeling it's going to bug me
till I figure it out."

"In a way I'm somewhat glad you feel that way.  I have been
asked to not tell you anything for several reasons, but what
you did last night was exactly what was asked and hoped for.
As a result it has been requested that you return and meet
the individual that requested the services."

"Is that really a good idea, after what I did I don't know
if I could face that poor boi if he had to wait on me or
something while I visited his master."

"Bull, you know as well as I do that our services are to
fulfill the desires of masters and whip shall we say, their
servants in line.  You provide a service, no more, no less.
A servant should be thanking you for correcting him and
showing him the error of his ways."

"That's just it.  Usually they may say thank you or some
such thing but the boi last night said it in such a way and
with a look in his eyes that scared me to death.  I just
can't understand it."

"All the more reason you need to go there.  I knew you would
come in today so I came in just so I could see you and let
you know that you should be there at 5:00 this afternoon.
You will be joining the master of the house for cocktails,
dinner then at some point conversation.  I am told that he
was very pleased with your services and wishes to discuss
something with you."

"Now you really have me scared, do you have any idea what he
wished to discuss?"

"James, I already told you there is nothing more I can tell
you.  Other than you are to dress casual, not in a suit."

"Yes sir, what ever you say.  Five o'clock this afternoon,
dress casual."

As the day wore by James grew all the more nervous, there
was just something that nagged at him and he couldn't put a
finger on what it was. He wasn't all that sure that he
wanted to go back there, but this was a friend of his boss
and if he wanted to keep his job he'd better show.  No
matter how much his brain told him to be wary of what might
be about to come his only consolation was that Mr. Santino
had said that the Master was very pleased with what he had
done.  He was, after all, going to get his tip, which should
be the extent of it.  The fact that he had been invited to
dinner and some conversation were just extra.  May be the
Master wished to discuss ways of keeping the domestic in
line for the future.  Finally the hour arrived that he
should be leaving and he headed back for the estate.

As he approached he saw the gates were closed this time.
Pulling up to the gate he heard the intercom inquire as to
his presence.  He replied that he was James from Artistic
Tattoo and Piercing Studio and his presence had been
requested by the owner of the estate at 5:00 o'clock.

"Very well Sir, I will open the gate, please pull in front
and come to the main door, I will meet you there."

 James pulled in as the massive gates opened and in the
daylight he could see the actual enormity of the estate.
Following the drive to the left he pulled in front of the
massive structure.

Calmly exiting his car he approached the front door.  Just
as he reached the top step the door opened and a silver
haired gentleman in butler's attire appeared next to the
door. "I am Robert sir and am pleased to welcome you to
Grandview Estates.  If you will follow me to the drawing
room Master will join you momentarily for cocktails."

As James followed Robert through the entrance way he was in
awe of the grandeur of the mansion.  Robert opened a set of
double doors and escorted him into a room that almost took
his breath away.  Two of the walls were bookcases from floor
to ceiling with one of those ladders that slid along on a
rail to enable one to reach any part of the vast collection
of books.  Another wall was practically all windows and
looked out over beautifully manicured gardens that seemed to
stretch as far as the eye could see.  The other wall was
paneled in a magnificent dark wood surrounding a huge
fireplace and even larger mantle.  Above the mantel was a
portrait of an elderly gentleman who one could only say
looked very stately.

The door opened once again so quietly that James did not
notice.  As he stood in a position where he could see both
the painting and the outdoors he jumped when a voice behind
him said, "So which is more enthralling, the Grandview or
the painting of the man who created it?" With a start James
turned to see where the voice was coming from.  What he saw
before him caused him to reach for the back of the wing
chair beside him as he felt he was about to faint.  His head
was spinning with disbelief as he could barely stand as he
looked face to face with the same individual he had so
brutally tortured last night. "You look as if you have seen
a ghost; please sit before you pass out."

"But, You! Are you the Master of this house?  Or has he sent
you to seek some revenge for last night."

"Please sit, what would you like to drink?  Robert please
pour a white wine for me and for you James?"

"You know my name? We never used it last night.  I only
talked to the person who made the arrangements and never
with you before.  What is going on?

"Wine sir, or would you prefer something else sir?" inquired
Robert.

"Ah, wine will be fine Robert.  Now please tell me what is
going on?" said James hardly able to speak.

"My name is Matthew.  We have talked before; I gave you the
instructions of what you were to do last night."

"No, why would anyone do that to himself?  I can't
understand how you could put yourself through that,
especially if you knew what we were being asked to do."

"Let's just say it was to even things out."

"Please explain, I still can't understand why anyone would
ask for that to be done to them."

"Maybe I need to tell you a little story first then maybe
you will understand."

"A little story then I'll understand, I don't see what you
are driving at."

"Patience, patience.  It seems that a number of years ago
there was two brothers just a few years apart.  Their
parents were killed in an auto accident and they were made
wards of the state.  The problem was the accident occurred
when the younger brother had been taken to the hospital.
The older brother was left with a neighbor and the parents
were on the way to the hospital to visit the younger
brother.  He was only months old at the time.  A semi hit
them and killed them both instantly.  When the younger
brother was released from the hospital he went to a
different home than the older brother due to his age.  Still
being young the older brother was soon adopted and went to
live with a very wealthy family.  They intended to adopt the
younger brother as well but when the older brat informed
them that the younger one was the cause of his parents'
death and he never wanted to see him again they relented and
pushed aside their intent to adopt the younger brother.  The
older brother had everything life could offer.  Money,
influence, any thing he could ask for was his as soon as he
asked for it.  His adoptive parents loved him very much but
knew as time went on that it would never work for them to
discuss adopting the younger brother.  They found out that
since he was a baby he too ended up being adopted but not by
a family that was so well to do.  Things were more difficult
for them but there was love in the home and though it was a
struggle they made do."
"And the point of all of this?" interrupted James.

"The point of all this, since you are too impatient to find
out is that I had a detective do some searching for me.
After all that had happened and the adoptive parents of the
older brother dying and leaving their estate to him it was
time for something to be done."

"Excuse me but I still don't understand where you are going
with this," said James.

"Ok, last night was penance."

"Penance, what can you mean?"

"James you were adopted too, you are my younger brother,
after all I kept you from having I needed you to do what you
did to even things up.  Now I can only ask you to forgive me
and spend the rest of your life allowing me to show you love
I kept from you all these years."

"You're my brother?  But why the viciousness of last night?

"You haven't figured that out?  You enjoyed what you where
doing last night didn't you?  I had it coming but you saw
what happened, I enjoyed it too, not as much as what was
happening but who it was happening with.  I do love you and
I have found that I was a spoiled brat all those years and
missed out on your love.  Last night you proved to me just
before you left that I was right in doing what I did.  I can
only hope that now you will accept me and we can share many
hours and years together."

"So you are gay too, like me, and get off on what we did
last night and want us to be together?"

"Pretty much, that's it; by the way I really do like all the
adornments you gave me last night, that's why I ordered
them.  The only thing was, I needed you to do them as you
did.  This way I can remember each day why they were done
and if you will agree we can explore not only mine but yours
together for I hope many years to come. Now do you like surf
n' turf cause that's what I told Robert to fix for dinner
and after last night there is no way I could dress any more
formal than this level of casual so, can you assist me to
dinner?  I'm still a bit sore."

"And you had Mr. Santino reminding me about the promise of a
tip and told me to come over here this evening.  What is the
connection with him if I may ask?"

"Mr. Santino, for perhaps obvious reasons, is the individual
I trust to manage some of my businesses.  When I found out
who and where you were I decided that it would be the
perfect way to atone for all that I have done.  When I
purchased the business Mr. Santino came along with it.
Since then he has managed to assist me with several other
business endeavors."

"Manage some of your businesses, you mean I have been
working for.."

"Yeah brother you have been working for me, and your tip is
you now get to spend our wealth and work along with me!"

"They say turnabout is fair play, does that mean you'd be
willing to spend some time back in that room with us
exchanging places?"

"Just say when brother.  I can only hope we can spend a long
time enjoying both what we can give and take from each
other.  You don't know how difficult it was last night for
me not to tell you who I was, especially after that kiss
before you left."

"I almost lost it there; I have been troubled every since
that happened, something just didn't seem right.  I knew
there was something else and I had to know what it was.
That really is what drove me to come here tonight, that and
the thought that I could lose my job if I didn't follow Mr.
Santino `s instructions."

"Well, actually, if you hadn't shown I would have planned
something else but the weekend was not going to pass without
all being set straight.  I've lost too much time and once I
realized just how much of a stupid jerk I had been I had to
make things right.  I finally realized that I needed you
around me, I missed us growing up together and cannot really
forgive myself for that.  Maybe my adoptive father should
have discovered that whip and used it on me when I became so
bull headed, but then I don't think either he could have
done that or I would have the same reaction I had last
night.  The pain was beyond belief but the orgasmic
explosion it caused was far beyond anything I could have
ever imagined.  I just pray we can explore some of that
territory together."

"Since I am the younger brother and age is supposed to add
to the intelligence and considering the enjoyment I have
experienced with such play brother I think you are on!"

"Robert is giving me that look, I think we had better head
to the dinning room or he may me after both of us.  You
don't want to meet with my chef if he is angry.  Shall we
eat?"

"Brother after you."

"Tonight and forever, side by side."


The End

Written by Rod

Copyright 2008 by Rod

Email me at: rodwrt@aol.com      Comments are encouraged.  I
would appreciate hearing from readers. A special thanks to
Ben for his editing and supportive comments and suggestions.
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction; no reference
is intended to anyone dead or alive.