Date: Fri, 22 May 2009 18:06:35 +0000 From: Dave Clarke Subject: Remanded to the Custody Thirteen 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 Thirteen I watched the black van with U.S. Government plates slowly drive past the window. Ignacio Kirby pointed to the floor and I returned to the presentation position. "Hans has been very busy of late, Castigo." He poured coffee from a silver pot. "Three days ago, an indigent man named Diego Melgar was struck by a car and killed in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. A very sad circumstance, I'm afraid." He shook his head slowly. "He had no relatives-- at least none that the authorities could locate, so when Hans arrived, claiming to be his cousin, they didn't hesitate to release the body." Ignacio Kirby smiled, showing his perfect white teeth. "It saved them the three hundred dollars to bury him in their pauper's cemetery." He smiled at my confused look. "Mr. Melgar was five feet nine inches tall, weighed one hundred forty-five pounds, had brown hair and eyes, and bore no scars or other identifying marks." I began to get dizzy. "But you see, his face was severely damaged in the accident. He was thrown onto the hood of the car, impacted the windshield and then struck a signpost. His facial features were damaged to the point where identification was only possible because his wallet was recovered by the police at the scene." He stepped around the desk and handed me sheet of paper. REPORT OF INMATE DEATH INMATE NAME: Drake Michael Green FACILITY: Private facility / Ignacio Kirby / 578144 CAUSE OF DEATH: Inmate struck by auto during escape attempt I fought back the rush of bitter vomit that rose in my throat as my eyes welled with tears. "Castigo," Ignacio Kirby whispered softly. "The man once known as Drake Michael Green is now officially dead. This is for the best. Now you are truly free--free to be the slave that your were born to be. Free from the concerns and distractions of the crass material world. Now your entire world can be one of punishment and love for your master." I heard the whir of the electric motor as the restraint bar lowered from the ceiling. He gently took my arm and helped me to my feet, and led me to the bar. I stood frozen, as he attached my wrists to the bar and then my ankles to a spreader bar. I opened my mouth and received the ball gag, grateful for the pacifier. My arms rose with the whir of the motor, until I was on my tip toes. Blood gushed into my penis as Ignacio Kirby attached the treble chain that connected my Prince Albert cock ring to my nipple rings. I squirmed in anticipation of the sweet sting of Ignacio Kirby's lash. He rewarded me with fifty. Otto rushed me through my shower and led me to the training room. He removed my ball gag and unbuckled my wrist restraints. "You are going away with Herr Kirby's friend Alexander." He curled his lips into a sneer. "Put on those clothes." He pointed to the chair. A pair of black denim jeans, a white crew neck tee shirt, white socks and a white jockstrap were folded and neatly stacked on the chair. A pair of highly buffed Doc Martins oxfords rested on the floor in front of the chair. "Hurry up slave," he turned to the door as if he was afraid someone was coming. "We don't want to keep Alexander waiting." I wondered if he was angry or jealous. I stepped into the jockstrap and snugged it up. The sensation of it cradling my now, long hanging scrotum gave me an erection. Otto leered as I adjusted the jockstrap. I hadn't worn men's clothing since the disastrous visit by the Bureau of Prisons official, and the sensation of fabric against my skin, combined with my memories of Alexander had me panting. I slipped on the crisp white tee shirt and black jeans and then sat down to catch my breath. It was the first time I had sat in a chair, other than Otto's medical chair, since I had been remanded to the custody of Ignacio Kirby. Otto glared as I pulled on the socks and the Doc Martins oxfords. "This is a big mistake," he muttered. "Otto." I froze at the sound of the voice from the hallway. Otto jerked his head as Deidra stepped into the training room. Her nipple rings poked through her flimsy cotton blouse. "I need some of the depilatory." "I'm very busy now Frau Kirby." His irritation waned as he stared at her nipples. "I'll get it." He entered the closet and opened a cabinet. Deidra handed me a scrap of paper. "Put this in your pocket," she whispered. She followed Otto into the closet. "That should last the summer," she said. She smiled at me from the hallway, when she knew Otto couldn't see, and then left. "The only reason I am allowing you to stay in that chair is that I don't want your trousers to be soiled." Otto turned back to the door. "This is a mistake," he muttered. "Get in the passenger's seat," Alexander said. My knees were shaking as I climbed into the black Lincoln Navigator. I buckled the seat belt and stared ahead. Alexander leaned over the console and touched my cheek. He kissed me lightly. "I've been thinking about you boy." He kissed me fully, pressing his lips against mine. I opened my mouth completely as his tongue explored it and our tongues caressed. "Ever hear of Leather Fest?" I shook my head. "You're about to find out about it. I told Ignacio that this was a good opportunity to expose you to group interaction. He agreed, even though he's not into the leather scene. You're my boy for the next three days. The rules are: Address all doms as Sir; don't do anything unless I tell you; touch no one unless I tell you; and if anyone touches you, inform them that you are the property of Alexander. Got it?" I nodded. He handed me a black leather collar. "Put this on. I know I don't have to worry about you growing wings this weekend. But if temptation happens to find you, remember, Drake Michael Green is already dead. Ignacio Kirby almost sold you after the last incident. If it happens again, you can count on finding yourself in an Arabian slave market." I shivered as a chill went up my spine. Alexander pulled up to the fuel pump and cut off the engine. "Fill up the tank. I have to take a leak." He swiped his credit card and left me at the car. I started the pump and then took Deidra's note from my pocket. JEFF GOLDMAN WILL BE AT LEATHER FEST. HE'S STAYING AT THE HOTEL ADAGIO, AND WILL WATCH FOR YOU AT THE SLAVE AUCTION. D I crumpled the note and dropped it into the trashcan, then washed the windows and mirrors. I climbed back into the Navigator as Alexander walked across the lot. I didn't want him to see the raging hard-on that the thought of Jeff Goldman had started. Alexander gave the Adagio bellboy a ten dollar bill and closed the door. "Unpack my things and pour me a scotch." He stood there looking at me with his hands on his hips. I felt myself getting dizzy. His tight black tee shirt accented his thick biceps and chest. His harness boots had the same spit shine as I'd seen on his loafers. He noticed my stare. "You'll learn to take care of my boots this weekend. But before you do anything else, get out of those clothes. You won't be wearing them much while we're here." He went into the bathroom and I stripped and folded my clothes, and put them on the floor in the closet. I arranged his clothes in the dresser drawers. Both pairs of jeans had creases across the legs from being folded. I set up the ironing board and plugged in the iron. "What are you doing?" Alexander stood at the bedroom door with the tumbler of Scotch I had left on the table text to the bathroom, wearing only a white bath towel. "Your jeans got wrinkled." My penis barometer registered the high pressure from seeing the silver mat that graced his muscled chest and his chiseled face. He nodded and took a sip of his drink. "When did you get the earrings?" I touched my earlobe and felt myself blush. "A couple of weeks ago." "Dom Kirby tells me he's been feminizing you." I looked down, ashamed. He tells me you do very well in five inch heels. I'd like to see that someday." I looked up and smiled, in spite of myself. I finished ironing and hung his jeans in the closet. Alexander turned on the wide screen television and sat down on the couch. He motioned me to come to him. I knelt on and floor and presented. "We are going to attend several events this weekend. Tonight is the opening where we all get together and catch up. It's mostly talking and showing off. Tomorrow is the banquet and slave auction for HIV research. I'm offering a night with you to the highest bidder." I felt a sharp stab in my gut. "It's for a good cause, and I'll either know the winner, or know people that know him. You will be safe, if a little sore the next day." He handed me his empty glass and I refilled it, and assumed my position on the floor. "So tonight at the opening, I'm going to show you off, get people interested, show them that great ass of yours." He opened the towel and exposed his thick uncut cock. Only a small tuft over his penis hadn't been shaved. "Get the handcuffs." I retrieved the chrome handcuffs from the dresser, and turned so he could restrain me without getting up. The sound of metal teeth instantly aroused me. He helped me to my knees in front of him and guided his cock into my mouth. I drew it into my mouth, and then slowly raised my head, stretching my lips tight and pressing it with my tongue. I instantly recalled his sweet musky smell, and savored it, trying to burn it into my memory. I circled his thick mushroom head with my tongue, and then rubbed the tip of my tongue against his pee hole. He rubbed my cheek with his fingertips. "Good boy," he whispered. I fell into a rhythm, rocking back and forth against my heels and alternately sucking and licking. "Stop," he whispered. He stood, turned and bent forward and knelt on the chair with his knees spread. I slowly ran my tongue down the crack of his well muscled ass to his wrinkled brown anus, drinking in his man scent and savoring its taste. I alternately, licked and tried to penetrate him with my tongue. "Yeah that's it boy. Eat my asshole, lick it, taste it." He massaged his massive cock with his left hand and steadied himself with his right. Then his breathing became ragged and irregular, and he quickly turned around, grabbed my head, and forced his cock into my mouth. I gagged and fought to swallow as hot come pulsed out of his cock. I swallowed it, fighting not to lose a drop of the precious fluid. He dropped back to the couch and opened his eyes. "That was good boy. I can't wait for tonight." I leaned back on my heels and relished the feel of steel handcuffs on my wrists and the taste of Alexander's salty come in my mouth.