Date: Fri, 15 May 2009 14:37:01 +0000 From: Dave Clarke Subject: Remanded to the Custody Part Twelve 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 Twelve "Herr Kirby said to leave the nail polish on, mousse her hair and apply this lipstick," Hans handed Otto the lipstick tube and then turned and stared at me. "Put on the split shaft ring with the hooks and don't put the butt plug in." I was still squirming in the tiny cage after a night of agony. I slept in fits and starts because I was so tired. But it couldn't have been longer than five minutes at a time. "You will learn your lesson today pussyboy." I cold chill swept through me, making me forget my cramping muscles. "Should he be cleaned first?" "Of course you idiot!" Hans stormed out of the office. "Fuck you idiot," Otto muttered after the door was fully closed. He unlocked the cage and motioned me out. "Just in case you get any stupid ideas remember this. "A jolt of electricity hit my neck like a hammer, knocking me to the floor. I screamed. "That was only set at three." He turned the dial on the remote. "The next one will be at ten." He walked me to the shower and supervised my cleaning and douching. He towel dried my hair and then rubbed mousse into my scalp. "Run your fingers through and spike it," he said as he used a blow drier. "Purse your lips." He applied the lipstick and then tightened a split shaft ring around my scrotum. I noticed that small brass eyelets protruded from the bottom. Then Otto buckled my wrist restraints and attached the leash to my collar. Ignacio Kirby stood next to the light pole with Hans, speaking what sounded like German. A two inch thick board, twelve inches wide and four feet long rested next to two upright posts. "Put it on him." Hans pulled on the board and it split into two pieces, down the center, bisecting a six inch hole. One inch dowels extended from one half and matched holes in the other. Hans and Otto set the boards on my shoulders and mated them, encircling my neck. Hans locked two hasps. The weight pressed down on my shoulders. "Attach it to the posts." They slid both ends into the uprights and locked them in with steel pins. Then they shackled my ankles and wrists to the posts, spreading my arms and legs. Ignacio Kirby walked slowly around me, caressing my buttocks and legs, sending chills through me. Then he gently rubbed my nipples and penis. It responded immediately, in spite of the terror I felt. He stopped in front of me. "Castigo, your behavior in my absence distresses me. You were unfaithful to me. You must be punished for your own good. Do you see that?" I nodded as tears welled up in my eyes. He caressed my cheek and touched my lips. I kissed his finger. "Your actions speeded my decision regarding your feminization." He brushed my cheek. "You shall be Castigo or Castiga, depending on my whim. Today you are Castiga, my recalcitrant slave girl. Gag her Hans, but don't smear her lipstick." Hans inserted the ball gag and tightened it behind my head. "Castiga, you will learn to be faithful." He attached two quarter pound weights to the brass eyes on the split shaft ring. I felt the pull on my scrotum deep in my chest. I stifled a scream as the pain shot through me. He stepped behind me. I felt a breeze before the paddle stung my buttocks. The board held my head upright, in position and prevented me from sagging. My penis engorged as Ignacio Kirby rhythmically peppered my buttocks and legs, as the ball gag stifled my screams. "Otto, insert the penis plug." I struggled as Otto grabbed my still rigid penis. He rubbed his thumb across the head, causing the hole to gap open. I felt a sharp pain as he slid a rubber tube into my urethra. "Don't inflate it too much. I don't want her damaged." I squirmed as he inflated the plug, blocking my urethra. He moved behind me and inserted a plug into my anus, and then inflated it. "How much?" "Two quarts," Ingacio Kirby said. "Make sure it's not too hot." He hung a two quart enema bag from the board next to my head. I started to cramp after five minutes, and sucked on the ball gag to ease the pain. Ignacio Kirby and Hans sat at a small table in the shade as Otto poured coffee. Within 20 minutes, my arms and legs were reflexively pulling against my restraints spasmodically, as if of their own will. Ignacio Kirby watched me there, writhing in pain for two hours. "Remove the catheter Otto." I heard air escape as the pressure in my penis subsided, and my urine splattered against the brick walkway. He deflated the butt plug and water gushed from my anus. Hans removed the gag. "What have you to say Castiga?" "Your slave loves you master," I choked. "Your slave is sorry." "Have you heard of figging?" Ignacio Kirby asked. Otto lubricated my butt plug with something from a tube and walked behind me. I recognized the analgesic small as he inserted it. It burned immediately. He ran a strap through the handle and secured it in at my waist. "In case you get any ideas of expelling it, this should stop you," he leered. He took the treble chain and connected my penis ring with my nipple rings. The burning sensation in my anus coupled with my stretching scrotum and my throbbing penis and nipples sent waves of pain and pleasure crashing through me. "Better gag her before she gets any louder," Ignacio Kirby said. "And put the awning over her. I don't want her pretty skin to sunburn." "How long?" Hans asked. "Leave her here all day," Ignacio Kirby said. He walked back to the house with the steadiness and grace of a king. "Your slave loves you master," I called before Hans stuffed the ball gag into my mouth. I slumped, fatigued until I realized that I would asphyxiate if my neck pressed against the wood frame. I straightened my legs, still tethered apart to the uprights. I tried to replace the burning pain from the analgesic butt plug with the last night's memories of Jeff Goldman's hard cock penetrating me. I wondered if I'd ever know his warm hazel eyes sweet kisses again. I spent the next seven days on a strict schedule. My morning feeding and exercise were followed by a shower. Most days, Hans conducted my morning discipline session. "You are lucky slave," Otto said as he added the second split shaft ring to my scrotum. "Herr Kirby was very close to selling you the night he got back from Brazil." My look of shock made him giggle. "He has many friends in foreign countries. One in particular, in one of the Gulf Emirates has a fondness for slaves like you. Herr Kirby spoke with him by phone from the car on the way home from the airport. I heard the conversation with my own ears." His beady eyes glimmered at my new fear. "You know slave, those Muslims have no compassion for their slaves. Their religion says you are an infidel and not worthy of compassion." He brushed my cheek with his finger tips and pulled gently at my nipple ring. I felt my penis begin to engorge with blood despite my fear and revulsion. "Pussy boys like you have a short useful life." He mocked me with a frown. "You are approaching the age where your pretty boy looks will give way to middle age. You'll get fat around the middle and that fantastic ass of your will get flabby. Herr Kirby will at least get rid of you humanely." He moved closer. His fetid breath stung my nostrils. "But those Muslims? They have many wives, and all of them are as bad, or worse than Frau Kirby. When they get tired of you, they turn their wives on you, and allow them to tear you to pieces!" He forced a loud, cruel laugh, but abruptly stopped when Hans entered the room. "What is this?" Hans demanded. "Why isn't he ready? Get him up and into his restraints. And take off the split shaft rings." The heavy steel rings had done their job. My scrotum hung down a full four inches from my body. Hans led me to the discipline room in the barn and attached my wrist restraints to a steel bar attached to an electric winch at the ceiling. He buckled my ankles to a spreader bar and then powered the winch until my arms were extended over my head, pulling painfully on my shoulders. I tried to rise onto my tiptoes to ease the pressure on my shoulders, but could only stay up a few seconds. Hans took a leather flogger from the rack and stepped in front of me with a wicked smile, showing me the instrument of my torture. My penis began to stiffen even before the first blow. Wood paddles and canes were reserved for special occasions—they leave marks. The leather flogger only reddened my skin, while causing sufficient pain. My muffled screams had become so normal that I simply allowed them to escape. Hans's erection was always visible beneath the fabric of his khaki shorts. After fifty lashes, Hans lowered my arms. I continued to cry, even though I thought the session was over. He held up a three foot, two-piece hinged wooden instrument. "This is called a humbler. Bend over from your waist," Hans growled. He tethered my wrists behind my back and bent me over, then released my ankles from the spreader bar. He reached between my legs and pulled my scrotum from the back, pulling it behind me, then closed and locked the humbler around my scrotum. The bar rested against the backs of my legs, pulling my balls. "Stand up."I tried, but the pressure against my scrotum was too much. I bent back down. Hans lowered me to my knees. He took a two foot long paddle from the rack. "I think your balls need some attention slave." The sting from the first blow was sharp and made be scream. A felt new type of pain—completely different from what I had experienced so far. He slapped my balls a dozen times and then removed my butt plug as I lay on the floor crying. I smelled the analgesic smell before he reinserted the plug and it began to burn. "If you expel this plug before I give you permission, it will mean two hours on the punishment cross. Do you understand slave?" I nodded through my tears and tried to stop drooling on the ball gag. Hans alternated between ball torture in the humbler and figging me, and forced enemas in the torture frame. I began drifting into a new place within my consciousness during my torture, where I accepted the pain as a sign of my being; where the word "MY" suddenly had no meaning. I had no life, no body, no being. My only existence was as the slave property of Ignacio Kirby. A month after my night out with Deidra, things suddenly changed. My transformation from Drake Michael Green to Castigo/Castiga was complete, and now the work of refinement could begin. Hans took me to a room where a woman I had never seen was hanging clothes in two large closets. "When you are through, ring me and I'll come back and get him," Hans said. She looked me up and down after Hans left. "Are you allowed on the furniture?" I must have looked confused. "Kneel." She pointed to the floor. I complied. "You my sit back on your ankles and rest." I did. "Your master has retained me to outfit you for his service." She pointed to clothing and what appeared to me costumes on hangers. Rows of woman's shoes and even men's boots lined the floor. "Have you ever worn high heels?" I shook my head slowly without speaking. She seemed perfectly comfortable with my nakedness. I felt strange not wearing wrist and ankle restraints. She picked up a pair of red, closed toe woman's high heel shoes and set them on the floor in front of me. "We'll start off with these, and work up to the five inch as you get comfortable." She motioned for me to stand and put them on. She held my hand as I stepped into them, steadying me. "Very good. You have strong calves and legs, and your balance is good. Walk along the wall, slowly. Try not to look down, look ahead." I held my shoulders square and stepped across the room, turned, and started back. "You look very natural and have a feminine walk." She nodded and then smiled at my blushing cheeks and swelling penis.