Date: Tue, 12 May 2009 12:35:17 +0000 From: Dave Clarke Subject: Remanded to the Custody Part Ten Disclaimer: The following is an original work of fiction that contains graphic depictions of sexual activities and erotic abuse between males. All characters are portrayed as being over 18 years of age, as you should be to read this. If you aren't, or if such material is offensive to you or illegal to read where you are, then stop reading now. All rights are reserved by the author. Please download for personal use only. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and real persons or places is purely coincidental. REMANDED TO THE CUSTODY by humilus Ten I woke up with the feel of soft sheets against my skin, totally relaxed and aware that two men were inside the room with me. I flexed my anus and felt the soreness, good soreness, a reminder that the night had been one long session punctuated by brief catnaps. Alexander had awakened a new need in me-- the desire to be wanted and taken by an alpha male. "You can take him away now," Alexander said. I turned over and watched him walk out of the bedroom, already showered and dressed. Had I slept through it? "On your feet Slave," Otto hissed. He jerked off the bedcovers. "Kneel on the floor. The party is over." I knelt as he attached my wrist cuffs, and then stood as ordered. He locked my wrists behind my back and pulled my ball gag from his pocket." "Please, I have to urinate." "You can piss after we go outside." Otto tied the gag behind my head and attached the leash to my collar. He stopped beside the front door for me to slip into my flip flops and then led me out the door. I turned to look back, remembering how wonderful the sheets felt and what it was like not to be tied up or in a cage. Otto tugged against the leash and I followed. He led me to the tennis courts and stopped, then stepped off the brick walk. "Squat down and piss here." I saw Ignacio's Kirby's daughter stop her tennis game and lean against the fence watching, as well as two groundskeepers. I squatted and released my bladder. Otto strapped me into the dentist's chair in his office. He held up a two-piece black steel ring, held together by machine screws. "This is called a split-shaft collar. It is used to hold gears in place on an axle." He loosened the machine screws with an Allen wrench. "It will be used to gradually stretch your scrotum." I struggled against the straps, even though I knew that a metal collar would be the least painful or dangerous thing they had subjected me to. Otto picked up the remote control for my collar and I froze. "That's a good boy," he said as he pulled my scrotum until I squealed against the gag. He closed the collar and tightened the screws with the wrench, as I prayed that my skin wouldn't be pinched between the cold steel ring. "We will add an additional collar every couple of weeks as the skin and ligaments stretch." He removed the straps. "Let's get you to the treadmill for your workout. Herr Kirby likes your buns of steel!" He laughed and continued to laugh as he led me out of his office. The steel collar pulled down with each step, stimulating me in tandem with the stainless steel butt plug, constantly reminding me that my only purpose in life was to serve for my Master's sexual pleasure. Ignacio Kirby's daughter was on the stair climber when Otto tethered me to the treadmill. Hans had called her Deidra when she passed us by the tennis court. Her look cut me as deeply as any knife could, and I both dreaded and relished in my humiliation in her presence. "When does he graduate to the stair climber?" she asked stepping down and wiping her face with a towel. Her black leotard was 60's vintage and it accented her perfect skin and blonde hair. She had the right mixture of toned muscles and supple curves that turned ever man's head. Our eyes met and her steady, ice water blue gaze sent a chill up my spine. "Hans sets his exercise schedule. I suppose he'll incorporate other machines as he tones his muscles." "Maybe I'll talk to Hans about a joint workout." She turned and walked out. Otto turned up the speed on the treadmill and my brisk walk turned into a jog. The half-pound split shaft ring pulled against my scrotum with each jarring step, and I felt the pain deep into my abdomen. I struggled to breathe through my nose and work through the pain, but abandoned the effort and succumbed to the punishment, realizing that my sexual gratification came from suffering. The next morning I could tell that something unusual was about to happen. Otto was up early, working in the office, but took me out of my cage late. I didn't have access to a clock in my cage, but I had developed a good sense of time based on the sunrise. Hans came into the room after my feeding, while Otto was about to lead me to the shower. "Make sure he gets his exercise each day." I could tell Hans had some doubts about Otto, but why? He closely supervised Otto's every move. Hans pulled down on the split shaft ring on my scrotum. I flinched but tried not to pull away. "It is stretching nicely. Add another ring tomorrow." Otto nodded and Hans walked to the door. "And Otto," Hans's look caused me to flinch. "Keep your hands out of the cookie jar. You understand. Yes?" Otto nodded solemnly. "We'll be back on Friday, perhaps sooner." He stepped out the door. Otto led me to the shower and I realized why Otto had never made an attempt to use me sexually. The order had probably come from Ignacio Kirby himself. He allowed, and even encouraged Hans to use me, but that was to train me. I got a chill as I caught sight of Otto's beady eyes studying me as I douched with the stainless nozzle. Swelling from the collagen injections had subsided, now my lips were simply full, almost pouty. It added a new dimension to my ability to give oral gratification. I noticed Otto staring at them often, and wondered how soon it would start. As he walked me to the gym, I saw a black Escalade pull up the circular drive and Hans start to load luggage. An hour later, we were back at my cage. "I think we'll use the small cage today. Give you some practice." I froze. "Please, not the small cage." "I see you've taken to negotiating," he leered. I lowered my eyes and dropped to my knees, so my mouth was directly in front of his crotch. "Open it." My hands were still secured behind my back. I pushed the fabric flap to the side with my tongue and tried to grasp his zipper with my teeth. A sharp blow from a paddle on my buttocks jarred me and made me cry out. He couldn't control himself and unzipped his fly. Unlike Hans and Ignacio Kirby, Otto wasn't circumcised. His penis was small, and flaccid. "Take it in your mouth and suck it you slut," he hissed through his teeth. I closed my eyes and drew it into my mouth like a straw, massaging it with my tongue. "What is this?" A woman shouted from the door. Otto pulled away from me and fumbled with his zipper. Deidra Kirby glared at him. "My father has been gone all of an hour and you have already disobeyed his orders? Deidra stood with her hands on her hips, dressed in a short white terrycloth robe that barely covered her bikini. "I am sorry Frau Deidra. Forgive me, it will not happen again." She pointed to the leash on the desk. "Hook him up. I'm taking him." "But Deidra, you father left strict orders that no one was to interrupt his training." "Obviously, his orders meant nothing to you. And when I tell him of your disobedience, you will probably find yourself back working at a fast food restaurant." "That isn't necessary, Frau Kirby." Otto attached the leash to my collar and picked up the remote control. "Please keep the remote handy. We wouldn't want there to be an incident." Deidra smiled a cold smile. "That won't be necessary. Gag him." I opened my mouth as Otto pressed the ball gag between my lips. She led me past the tennis courts to the swimming pool. For the first time since my imprisonment, I felt actual fear. Not dread, not uncertainty-- pure fear. She clipped my leash the fence. "Kneel." I complied. She draped her robe over a table and reached behind her back and removed the bikini top. Her breasts were large and completely tanned, with nipple rings much like mine. She stepped out of her bikini bottom. She was tanned and smooth, hairless. She lit a cigarette, blew out a large puff of smoke and then tousled her thick blond hair. "What am I going to do with you pussy boy?" She stretched out on a chaise. "Clean my toes first." I kneeled on the concrete and carefully caressed her toes with my tongue, maintaining my balance with my wrists still secured behind my back. Her skin smelled and tasted of citrus. I took her great toe into my mouth and gently sucked, as if it were a penis. Her nostrils flared, and she drew in her breath unevenly. She gave me her other foot and I repeated the footbath, and finished with long tongue strokes along the entire sole. She squirmed, and shifted to the front of the chaise, straddling my body with her legs. She pushed her pubis to my face. "Go ahead. Wish you had one of these?" I closed my eyes and leaned forward, breathing in the citrus musky aroma. "Stop!" A woman behind me screamed. Deidra pushed me away before my tongue touched her vagina. I turned and saw the older woman, Ignacio Kirby's wife and Deidra's mother, running across the pool deck dressed in street clothes. I sat back on my heels, still in my wrists restraints. Deidra slipped on her robe and lit another cigarette. Frau Kirby turned to me. "You filthy animal." Her lips stretched into a grimace that panicked me. "You seduce my husband, and lead him into debauchery. Now you want to corrupt my daughter!" She pulled a box cutter from her massive leather purse. The heavy leather bag tumbled on the concrete pool deck spilling its contents. "I'm going to make it to where my husband will never want to look at you again!" I struggled to my feet as Deidra ran out the gate and down the walk to the house. I ran behind the table, trying to buy some time. She chased me and forced me out. I ran for the gate. She tipped over a chair and I stumbled, and then turned back. She chased me into the corner by the pump house and trapped me there. "When Ignacio returns, he'll find your penis on the fireplace mantel, and your face no longer pretty," she hissed. She raised the box cutter and lunged at my crotch. I kicked, throwing us both off balance and then dove headlong, into the pool. I surfaced immediately, and struggled to spot Frau Kirby and find the bottom of the pool with my feet. I had no idea about the depth of the pool, but it was over six feet. I could not stand. My fear of castration vanished as I struggled to swim with my wrists locked behind my back. I inhaled pool water and began to choke. I tried to remain calm, but fear led to panic. I heard more voices, screams; and then darkness. I woke up on the padded examination table in Otto's office with a start and sat up. "You are alright," Otto reassured me. "No thanks to those crazy women." He secured a leg shackle to my ankle and attached it to the table frame. "I'm going to let you rest here for a few hours, and get your strength back." He covered me with a blanket. I awoke four hours later, feeling much better. Otto lubed my butt plug and gently reinserted it, then led my back to my cage. He handed me my slop bucket before he locked the cage door. "I'm giving you a break tonight." The sound of the door opening roused me from sleep. I turned and waited for Manelisi to enter. Instead of a tall lean African, I saw Deidra Kirby slip in and close the door silently. I stifled a scream as she motioned me to be quiet with one finger against her lips. "I am sorry about today," she whispered. Her expression had completely changed from all the times I had seen her. She looked almost friendly. She opened the cage door and motioned me out. "What about Otto?" I whispered. "I gave him a bottle of bourbon. And a rufie. He won't wake up for another six hours." She motioned me to follow her into Otto's office, and then closed the door. "Sit down." She pointed to the barber's chair. I sat down without thinking, completely accustomed to following every command. She took an Allen wrench and removed the split-shaft collar from my scrotum. She softly ran her fingers across my smooth skin. "It has stretched nicely." She took a makeup kit out of a bag. Close your eyes. I felt her thumbs smear something on my eyelids, and then a pen traced across my lower top lid. "Open up." The brushed mascara across my lashes in short strokes. "I'd kill for you lashes honey." "What are you doing?" "I'm getting you ready for our date. I've been planning this since the day I saw you on the tennis court. Take out the butt plug." "Date?" "Yes. We're going dancing." "We'll do your lips right before we leave so you don't smear them." She put cotton balls between my toes and shook a bottle of nail polish. "It's called Blushing Peach. It'll look sooo good on you!" She did my toenails and then my finger nails. She inspected my hand. "You have pretty hands. Most guys have hair all over them. Relax and let them dry." She sprayed mousse into her hand, rubbed it into my hair and spiked it with her fingers. She opened and bag and took out a short white skirt, tropical floral pattern blouse and thong panties. "Slip into these." I felt my cheeks grow hot. "Oh come on." She paused. "What shall I call you? Castigo... I'll call you Cassie." I stepped into the thong panties and tried to cover my swelling penis. She giggled and handed me the skirt, and then the blouse. "You want to tuck the blouse in Cassie. That skirt shows off your butt. She dropped a pair of Italian open-toed sandals and motioned me to step into them, and then led me to the full length mirror behind the closet door. "God knows why that troll Otto would have a full length mirror in his office." A very pretty, if a little punkish woman stared back at me from inside the mirror. She touched my metal collar "You are sooo hot Cassie. The collar looks great. You will be fighting off all the guys and the girls. I promise not to get too jealous." We slipped out the door and the cool night air on my naked legs gave me a chill. We walked to the garage and got into her BMW 335i convertible. "Where are we going?" "The Snake Pit. It's gay and lesbian night--always really hot." I leaned back in my seat and flexed my buttocks around the thong string back, feeling it caress my anus. I crossed my legs and admired the Italian sandals. In the soft glow of the dash lights, my Blushing Peach toenails looked like they had come right out of a fashion magazine. I lightly touched my spiked hair with my fingertips, but thought better. Deidra had done it perfectly.