Date: Mon, 8 Jun 2015 22:48:54 -0400
From: Alex Irving <bdsmstory100@gmail.com>
Subject: The Sacrifice Ch 2

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The Sacrifice - Chapter 2

(M/M, discipline, cbt, bdsm)


The Sacrifice - Chapter 2

FUCK, thought Michael to himself. How could I be eliminated in the first
round? Me? I was supposed to win this thing so that I would be guaranteed
to be The Sacrifice. He's going to kick my ass. He slumped to the floor of
the bathroom he had run to, looking for a place to hide once he was unbound
and allowed to leave the stage. His heart was still pounding, and a new
layer of fear inspired sweat was making him shiver.

The door to the room banged open, and in strode a sight that scared him
even more. Master Robert's personal slave, Lawrence, towered over him.
"Come with me. NOW," he hissed before turning around without waiting to see
if Michael would follow. Lawrence enjoyed flexing power over the boy,
anticipating what was about to come. If it all go as planned, he'd be
inflicting pain on him soon.

Rather than going upstairs to the private Directors' viewing box, Lawrence
brought him down two flights into the deepest, most private area in The
Club. The facility contained a variety of public play rooms open to members
that catered to a variety of tastes, scenes, and levels of intimacy,
including a large main dungeon stocked with every bdsm device imaginable as
well as private spaces that groups or individuals could check out for more
intimate, private sessions. It also contained an even more exclusive set of
rooms in the lowest of levels, accessible only through special key card.
Every one of the Directors had his own private play space, and these rooms
were further off limits to everyone else in the club except by special
invitation of each Director. Michael knew where they were going, and he
wasn't pleased. Locked and completely soundproof, no one would know where
he was and what was happening to him, that is, no one except Lawrence and
his Master, one of the founding three members of The Club, Sebastian, a
vastly wealthy man who only used his dungeon room for one reason: To
inflict intense pain on slaves. Sebastian was the most sadistic of the
Masters in The Club, and he didn't approve of the direction the others had
steered the organization, a direction that led to what he considered to be
the ruining of the organization as typified by their lack of ability to
pull off a real The Night of Pain. Michael had heard him rant about The
Club's problems, especially the way that slaves were pampered. Very few had
seen Sebastian's true sadistic side. Michael had had enough of a glimpse to
be afraid in his one and only visit to the master's private lair, and that
session was a warning not to fuck up. Today he had fucked up in a big way.

Master Sebastian stood waiting. Recessed lighting around the edges of the
small chamber cast his muscular outline in shadows. "KNEEL," intoned
Lawrence before he slid away to a corner, his own cock starting to leak
with anticipation. Not only did he want to inflict pain, he wanted to feel
it, too, to share it with this beautiful boy.

Sebastian didn't speak for several moments. He was angry because of
Michael's failure, but less angry than the show that he was about to put on
for him. While he was intensely annoyed, he enjoyed the opportunity to use
the boy's failure to tighten his grip on him. While he was angry at the
direction the club was taking, he had a plan to wrest control from the
other founding members so that he could steer it back on correct course.
Not having Michael in the honorific position of being the Sacrifice was
inconvenient but not fatal to his plans. He had no intention of telling the
boy that, though, as he was looking to add another real slave to his
household. His long time lover and slave companion, Lawrence, needed a
distraction as Sebastian was often busy with work, and Lawrence found
Michael to be exquisite. Sebastian had his doubts about how trainable the
boy truly was, but he was willing to give his companion a play toy, even if
he had to be forceful to make it happen.

Michael felt a wave of nausea swell inside. "I made myself clear during our
last conversation." Sebastian paused, "You were to win. You were to win
this competition, not be eliminated in the first round. IN THE FIRST
ROUND." His deep voice was quiet and furious. He stood ramrod still,
wearing a black leather jock, leather pants, boots, and a leather vest that
shone slightly in the dim light. "In return for your performance as The
Sacrifice, I was going to pay for your law school and invite you into my
personal household as one of MY personal slaves. You do realize that I only
have one slave and that you've fucked up an incredible opportunity?"

Michael mumbled a quiet, "Yes, Sir," while continuing to stare at the
floor.

"Lucky for you, all is not lost. I may be able to salvage the situation,
but it will cost me. I will have to make some behind the scenes moves that
I don't want to have to do as it will require that I spend some political
capital. So you know what that means?" Michael began to tremble
uncontrollably and visibly. "Yes. You do, don't you? You owe me."

Michael's fear was well founded, though even he didn't know the real extent
of Sebastian's cruelty. The only person who did was Lawrence. The two had
been companions for 30 years, and over that time, Sebastian had cruelly
abused him in countless ways. The match was a good one for as much as
Sebastian was sadistic, Lawrence craved the abuse. What's more, Lawrence
also liked to inflict abuse on others for his Master's pleasure.
Sebastian's vast wealth gave Lawrence resources to find victims whose
silence could be bought, especially since most didn't even know where they
were being taken or who was abusing them. While both were in their late
50s, they were both in prime physical condition. While both were thin,
Sebastian was tall, with chiseled features, and defined muscles. His
piercing black eyes seemed to look right through Michael. Lawrence was all
lean muscle, bald, and quiet. He often appeared in rooms without anyone
noticing he had arrived. He was quietly unnerving whereas his Master was
intimidating. Together they made a frightening pair.

Sebastian looked at his slave and lover. "Show him."

Lawrence immediately removed the leather jock he was wearing to stand
naked, proudly showing his 8 inch hard cock. He raised the lights and moved
brought over a small table holding a supply of needles in sterilized
packages on a metal tray. Lawrence opened and used an alcohol wipe to clean
his cock, and then he removed a needle from its blue package. From the
label, Michael could see that it was a large bore one, one that would cause
much pain as it pierced the skin because of its width. In his time as a
slave at The Club he'd experienced scenes with needles in the past, but
none involved needles as large as this one. Lawrence handed Master
Sebastian the needle and put his hands behind his back.  Without speaking
or without hesitation, Sebastian took the slave's cock in one hand, and
with the other, he slide the needle into his piss slit and out the front of
his cock. He clearly had to exert force to make the needle pierce the skin.
Lawrence stood stoically still. Michael was in awe.

"Lawrence has shown you what I expect of my slaves. None have ever matched
his dedication to me, but if you want law school and your career afterwards
to be paved for you, then you need to earn it by learning from him,
learning how to serve and please me." He paused. "You have a choice. You
can accept your punishment, or you can leave. If you leave, don't ever come
back. If you stay, you will suffer for me. Join us in the next room if you
want, and if you do, I want to see you attach yourself to what I have set
up. You have one minute to decide. I'm locking the doors either way, and if
you're still here, then you're going to please me one way or the other."

Michael stared at the floor. He could feel his heart beating through his
whole body. Sebastian left him kneeling there, and he pulled Lawrence by
the needle in his cock head through a door at the far end of the room.
Lawrence turned to Michael as he walked away and quietly spoke: "Your turn."

Michael knew that if he remained he'd be facing more torment than he
understood, but the rewards were beyond imaginable. Master Sebastian would
pay for an Ivy League law school and set him up afterwards with a huge
career. All he had to do was to walk through that door. And survive the
night, he thought.

He made it through the door into the inner chamber just as the automatic
locks on the doors activated, putting punctuation on his decision. He found
Master Sebastian sitting in a leather arm chair facing a large screen
television displaying the second round beginning in the theater upstairs.
Immediately beside and in his line of sight stood a large black wooden X
frame dangling restraints. An imposing piece, Lawrence was mesmerized by
the llarge metal dildo in its center. Sebastian was sitting while slowly
twisting the needle in Lawrence's cock while the slave stood mutely next to
him. Michael slowly walked to the frame and examined the set up. The metal
dildo was huge; he wasn't sure he could get himself impaled on it easily.
He noticed a bottle of lube on the floor, so he used it on the dildo and
his ass. He then firmly attached each ankle and then pushed back on the
cold metal at his ass. He concentrated, pushing down to welcome the metal
invader. He stopped when it reached its widest point only to find Lawrence
in front of him. The older slave pushed on Michael's hips, slamming him
back hard enough to force the dildo all the way in, causing Michael to
groan out loud. The older man covered the moan with a kiss, whispering that
he should be quiet. He then finished attaching the younger man to the
frame, ensuring that he couldn't move.

Master Sebastian motioned Lawrence aside. He picked up a remote control,
and to Michael's surprise, the dildo grew in his ass. "Yes. Amazing isn't
it? An expanding metal dildo. It has other surprises, too." Sebastion
nodded at Lawrence, and the slave prepped Michael's cock with an alcohol
wipe and then picked up the same sized needle that was still protruding
from his own cock.

"OPEN YOUR EYES," Master Sebastion bellowed. Michael snapped his head up
and look the Master in the eyes. "You will take this for me." He turned
back to Lawrence. "Make him hard first." Lawrence took Michael's cock into
his mouth. Michael feared he'd never be able to get hard given how afraid
he was, but Lawrence knew how to suck a cock. His tongue soon had Michael's
cock responding. He was rock hard despite his fear.

Lawrence stopped sucking, and picked up the needle again. He grabbed the
glistening cock and slowly slid the needle into the boy's piss slit just
like he had done to himself. He pushed firmly as Michael began to yell. His
whole body shook when the needle popped through the skin on the other side.
Lawrence adjusted the needle, and then to Michael's horror, he picked up
another. He almost objected, but he stifled the complaint. Sebastian
smiled. "You're learning." This time the needle began under the boy's cock
head and through to the top. The pain was searing, and luckily, thought
Michael, his cock remained mostly hard. Lawrence finished impaling the boy
with a third needle opposite the second one. He now had three large bore
needles sticking through this cock head. Lawrence reached behind the frame
and pulled down some wires attached to some rubber tubing electrodes.
Completing his task, he attached wired clips to each of the needles and put
bands around the boy's cock shaft. He  then stepped back near his Master.
Michael was wired inside his ass, along his cock shaft, and through his
cock head.

"If you look at the monitor, you'll see that they are preparing for the
next phase of the competition. I thought it best that your punishment match
what you failed to do and what you were about to miss, Michael. If you were
on the stage, you'd be getting wired up for more electrical stim, although
in a somewhat different fashion than here, but close enough. Here's how
this is going to work: I'm going to fuck Sebastian here, and you're going
to provide the music while I do. If you're lucky, I won't take long, but I
suspect I'm going to want to savor this performance... both yours and the one
going on upstairs. And yes, you can be as loud as you want. No one but us
three can hear you."

Michael flinched at that, and the cold sweat returned. To his surprise and
then increasing nervousness, Lawrence inserted two more large bore needles
into his cock head. He then attached another set of rubber electrodes to
his cock and nuts. Master Sebastian joined them, and he picked up a
specially designed sound. This one was electrified and had wires coming off
the middle, leaving two free tapered ends to slide simultaneously into two
cocks. He slowly inserted into Michael's cock, and then he positioned
Sebastian so that his cock took the other end, leaving the two slaves face
to face. Sebastian reached out and held Michael's hands above him. With
their two cocks linked in this way, every twitch in one of them impacted
the other, so Michael stifled a yell when Master Sebastian rammed his cock
hard into Lawrence's ass. The force pushed the sound forward, ramming it
deeper into Michael.

"Ahhh, I almost forgot!" Laughed Sebastian. He slid out of his slave's ass
and picked up leather cord. He used it to tie off and secure Michael's
nuts, separating each so that his shaved ball sack was stretched tight
around each one. Sebastian then picked up a long thin needle. He looked at
Michael and grinned. "A couple more."  Michael uncontrollably yelled,
"NOOOO!" as Sebastian grabbed and then slowly slid the needle through
Michael's left nut until it was skewered. The boy trembled in his bonds. This
isn't worth it. I don't care about law school this much, he thought as
Sebastian slid another needle into Michael's right nut. What the fuck am I
doing? "Untie me. I want out of here. PLEASE, Sir, please let me go. I
don't care about law school."

Sebastian ignored the boy as he looked into his long term slave's eyes and
slowly tied off and then slid needles into his nuts, too. Michael's
pleading caused both of them to become even more hard than before, and
Lawrence savored the pain as the needles penetrated each nut. I loved
looking into Michael's eyes to see the fear.

"OK, Michael. Here it comes."

Sebastian then picked up a remote control from the table and turned on the
power. Immediately the electricity began to flow into both the slaves.
Causing them both to stiffen in response. Michael's eyes grew wide as he
stared at them, not sure who to look at as they both watched him. It felt
as if he were being eaten by their force. Sebastian turned the intensity
dial higher until the gentle throbbing turned into a feeling akin to
needles being shoved through his ass and into his cock and nuts. The pain
intensified so that he could not keep still, causing him to writhe on the
X. He quickly stopped moving because doing so hurt both his ass and his
impaled cock, leaving him the only recourse: He began to yell. The pain
intensified and transformed from a feeling of needles to knives repeatedly
cutting his flesh from the inside. When the first wave crashed, he opened
his eyes again to find both of the older men smiling at him. As the next
wave of needle/knife pain began to rise he realized that Lawrence wasn't
flinching even though he was experiencing the same pain. As he began to
yell again, the pain in his cock intensified because Sebastian began to
fuck his slave lover, driving his cock in and out of his ass. Michael was
literally attached to them, but he was far away... They were both grinning at
him as he tried not to move.

"Excellent," Master Sebastian cooed, "that's it. Redeem yourself. Take the
pain, boy." He turned up the electricity. He then began to caress his
lover's chest, leaning in and whispering in his ear, "enjoy this. This is
for you."