Date: Wed, 13 May 2009 21:22:20 +0000 From: Dave Clarke Subject: Remanded to the Custody eleven 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 Eleven Deidra pulled to the curb and a young, good looking man stepped off the curb and opened her door. "Good evening Deidra, I was hoping you would make it tonight." She left the BMW running and stepped out of the car. "Who is your date?" He smiled at me and showed his perfect white teeth. "Marco, this is my cousin, Cassandra from Buenos Aries. If she doesn't say much, it's because her English is a little rusty." She gave Marco an air kiss. He walked her around the car and opened my door. Marco offered his hand and helped me out of the car. I stepped out, adjusted my skirt and gave him a peck on the cheek, being careful not to smear my lipstick. Deidra winked at me and gave a quick nod. "Enjoy your evening ladies," Marco said. He motioned for a young man in a uniform to take the car to the garage. Deidra took my hand and led me up the sidewalk, past the block long line of patrons waiting to enter the club. Two beefy, tattooed bouncers waved us in the door with smiles and nods. I felt a hundred eyes watching my butt in the tight skirt. I tried not to sashay too much. The music inside the club blared. The staccato bass pulsated against my skin, vibrating my nipple rings. I tightened my anus expecting the pull from my stainless steel butt plug and realized I felt empty without it. I surveyed the crowd of young twinks, leathermen, butch girls, dykes, and lipstick lesbians and settled on several straight looking, well dressed men at the bar. They had to be gay—no heterosexual male dressed that well. The thought of riding a thick cock to the beat of the music had me fighting an erection. "Lets get a table," Deidra shouted over the music. She led me to a table near the good looking men. Deidra ordered us both Southern Slams. I had taken my first sip when someone touched my arm. "Care to dance?" I turned to face the voice and froze. Standing over me with a smile that would melt butter was my accountant, Jeff Goldman. "I'm Deidra, this is my cousin Cassie. She is visiting from Sao Paulo and doesn't speak English very well. I looked at her, panicked and then stood as Jeff led me to the dance floor. "I'm Jeff." "Cassie." I said softly. He recognized something. I could see it in his eyes. I hoped it would pass. The DJ started Come Away With Me, by Nora Jones, and Jeff took me in his arms. It was awkward at first, but we fell into the gentle rhythm as he led. He smelled of soap and aloe shaving cream. A head taller than me, I rested my face against his neck and closed my eyes as he held me, occasionally rubbing the small of my back. "Drake, last I heard you were in prison." The words hit me like a hammer blow. He held me upright as my knees buckled. I looked up, expecting anger, and saw he was smiling. "You know Drake, I always had the hots for you. If I had known you were gay, we might have done this sooner. So when did you get out?" I just stared. He kissed me, a full on the lips gentle kiss. I melted into his arms as we swayed to the music. He led me back to the table. "I'll play along with the Sao Paulo game, but you'll have to explain it to me later. There is going to be a later, because I think I'm in love," he whispered. He ordered another round of drinks. "So Deidra, is Cassie here for a visit? Or is she staying?" "She just got here, I don't really know." Deidra lit a cigarette and sipped her drink. She winked at me when Jeff looked away. A very butch looking girl slid into the empty chair beside Deidra. "Deedee, at last." She hugged Deidra and they kissed. "I was afraid you wouldn't make it." She turned to me and gave me a not too friendly look. "Bre, this is my cousin Cassie. She's visiting from Brazil." The butch girl's evil look melted. "Her English is limited, she's not standoffish." The butch girl offered her hand and then squeezed mine until it hurt. "My name is Jeff Goldman." He nodded to Bre. "Let's dance Deedee." Bre led her through the crowd as the music started. They left us alone, and I immediately felt Jeff staring at me. "You are beautiful Drake." I felt my face get hot. "I mean that. You are stunning. I like you both ways though. I had that hots for you as a guy." He ran his hand down my side sending chills up my spine. I slipped out o my sandal and rubbed my foot along his calf. He caressed my calf and I thought I'd come right there. "There is a porch on the second floor. It's quieter and we can get some air." He led me up the stairs and out a set of double doors onto a large rooftop veranda. Large rubber plants and benches were scattered about, creating private areas. We sat on a bench and he took my hands. "So what happened? I never believed the tax cheat stuff. I answered every one of the investigator's questions. I told them you weren't cheating on your taxes, unless you were lying to me." "It's a long story Jeff. I don't know where to begin." I looked at his perfectly chiseled face and beautiful hazel green eyes and felt powerless. "Please kiss me Jeff." I leaned forward into his arms and surrendered to his hot kisses. He touched my nipple rings through my blouse, sending electric shocks straight to my penis. When he reached under my skirt, I opened my legs begging him to touch my engorged penis. He tugged on my thong panties. I shifted my weight to allow him to tug them off. He caressed my penis, and then ran his fingertips between my butt cheeks and caressed my anus. My muscles contracted reflexively, like a hungry mouth grasping at food. He pulled me into him squeezing me until I was breathless. I tugged at his zipper, and found the opening in his boxer shorts. "Do accountants have to wear boxer shorts?" "Accountants and lawyers. But I can wear briefs or nothing on weekends." I dropped to my knees and wrestled his large penis from inside his shorts. It quickly hardened to my touch. I ran my tongue around the head in slow circles, relishing the salty taste and musky scent. "Yes baby, do that more," he whispered. A couple walked past, but I didn't stop. I lowered my mouth over his penis, caressing it with my tongue as I pursed my lips and drew in with my cheeks. Then I began to rhythmically raise and lower my head. He caressed my head and neck, with his fingertips. "Stop. I have to have you now." He stood and pulled me up. "Turn around." I complied. He pulled my skirt up and leaned me over the bench. I heard him drop to one knee and then felt his tongue against my anus, teasing it, slowly probing it and then retreating. I moaned, not caring if anyone was nearby. He inserted a finger, then two. I heard plastic tear. The felt his hard cock press against me. "It's lubricated." I relaxed my muscles to allow him to enter, and then tightened and pushed back against him. He began slowly, easing into me, making use of the entire length, setting a pace guaranteed to torture me." "Fuck me hard Jeff. Fuck me hard." I choked out the words as his pace quickened. He reached around and found my rock hard penis. He tugged at the ring and then began stroking the shaft and squeezing. I was powerless, totally in his control. His jerky breaths and quaking legs put me over the edge, and I came in spasms as he climaxed for what seemed like minutes, instead of seconds. He turned me around and kissed me tenderly. "I have to have you Drake. Run away with me right now." I looked into his glistening eyes and my heart melted. Maybe all of pain and humiliation had been for this—so I could meet the man of my dreams. Before I was remanded to the custody of Ignacio Kirby, I didn't know I was gay. "I'll go with you Jeff. But it has to be right now. Is there a way we can leave without going through the bar?" He led me down the rear stair and out to the street. "I'm parked a block down. I don't like to let those punks at the garage park it." I didn't realize he'd had too much to drink until we were almost to the car. He stumbled at the curb, and then dropped his keys. "Are you okay? Can I drive? I've only had one drink." He opened my door. "I'm okay. Is my place okay?" I smiled and kissed his hand. I saw the squad car before the warning lights came on, but didn't have time to warn Jeff. He slowed at the stop sign, but didn't stop. Two quick siren alerts and Jeff pulled over. "Driver's license and registration sir." The female officer was about my size, and looked like she had an attitude. "I realize that I ran that stop sign officer," Jeff said. "Any chance you could give me a break?" "Have you been drinking tonight sir?" "I had a couple of drinks, maybe three, but no more." "Please get out of the car sir. Miss you stay right there. Do not get out of the car unless I tell you." I watched her shine her flashlight in Jeff's eyes, and then order him to walk, placing his toes directly behind the other heel. He took two steps and stumbled, but kept walking. They walked back to the car and I thought she was going to let us go. "Turn around please sir. Face the car." She handcuffed him. The sound of the metallic cuffs threw me into a panic, but aroused me at the same time. Memories of my night with Ignacio Kirby's friend Alexander flooded my memory. A second squad car arrived. "Have you been drinking also miss?" "I had one drink officer." I tried to raise the pitch of my voice without sounding phony. She shined the light in my face, and then down my body, pausing on my painted toenails. "You don't seem to be impaired. Can I see your driver's license? You cannot operate a motor vehicle without one." "I left it at home," I stammered. She gave me a leer. "I think you better come down to the station until we get this straightened out. "But officer, I haven't done anything wrong." She led me to her car. I saw Jeff being put into the back seat of the other squad car. "We'll get this straightened out at the station." She opened the rear door and motioned for me to get in. "Am I under arrest?" "No, at least not yet. I'm taking you to the station for your own safety. Also, as a material witness." "Witness for what?" "Your boyfriend had cocaine on his person. Know anything about that? No wait, I better do this first. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can and will be used against you in a criminal proceeding, in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights?" I couldn't hear her next words over my own sobbing. They didn't put me into a cell. "The only reason I'm not locking you up, is that they'd tear you to pieces dressed like that," she sneered. "Go sit down on that bench." An hour later, I heard the buzz of electric door lock. "I want to personally thank you officer." Fear, dread and longing crashed over me in waves at the sound of Ignacio Kirby's voice. "This will never be repeated I assure you." He walked into the door followed by Hans. "We've come to take you home." His tan was a little darker, and he looked fatigued. Rage glowed in Hans's eyes. They led me out to the parking lot without laying a hand on me. Ignacio Kirby got into the back seat of the Escalade with me, and Hans drove slowly out of the parking lot. "We have much to discuss Castigo. There is much to do. Bad behavior is the result of bad habits. Bad habits must be broken." He looked out the window. "It has been a long day. My flight from Brazil was delayed and I am fatigued." He turned to face me. "I have learned over the years, that decisions made when one is not at their best are often poor decisions, so I will not make them tonight. We rode back to the estate in silence. Hans put the Escalade into park and shut down the engine. "Hold him next to the car." Ignacio Kirby said. Hans opened the door and reached for my arm. He did not pull or treat me roughly. Ignacio Kirby walked around to where I stood, still wearing the short white dress, silk blouse and sandals. "You are very beautiful Castigo. I haven't decided how much of a transformation you will undergo." He grabbed the blouse by the shoulders and ripped it off me. He tugged down the dress and kicked it aside. I didn't try to cover myself, or fight back my tears. "All I have done for you—and your repay me this way? Hans cuffed my wrists behind my back and stuffed a ball gag into my mouth, then handed Ignacio Kirby a three foot mahogany paddle. "Lean him over the hood," Kirby said. The first blow stung and drove me into the fender. I lost count after fifteen. I cried and begged him to stop. Hans stood me up and turned me to face Ignacio Kirby. "Remove the gag Hans. What do you have to say for yourself Castigo?" I struggled to remain standing. "Your slave loves you master," I choked. "Your slave is truly sorry." "Take him away." Hans inserted the ball gag and led me away. Otto was standing in his office when we walked in, leering at me." "I assume he goes into the small cage?" Hans nodded. I crawled into the tiny cage and Otto closed and locked the door. I sat cross legged until couldn't bear the pain. I shifted to my knees, and then shifted again every few minutes for the rest of the night. I cried out for water several times, but nobody came.