Date: Tue, 26 May 2009 20:50:16 +0000 From: Dave Clarke Subject: Remanded to the Custody Part Fourteen 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 Fourteen Alexander gave the bellboy a tip and placed the package on the table. I remained on my knees beside the chair. "I bought you something. Those Doc Martins low quarters won't fit the bill tonight." He opened the box and held up a pair of shiny new, black leather, military combat style boots. "This is what a good pig boy wears. I'm going to give you your first lesson on boot blacking, but not on these. They need to be treated with boot grease for a few days before they are polished. You'll have to wear them as is. Go get a pair of white crew socks from my dresser." I'd never dreamed of wearing combat boots before, but the thought turned me on. Alexander allowed me to sit in the chair and don the crew socks, and then lace up the black leather boots. "You will have to dress to go through the lobby this evening. The hotel is open to the public and we are meeting at a convention center across town. Stand up." I stood, wearing only the boots and crew socks. Alexander motioned for me to walk across the room. I stood as tall as I could and kept my shoulders square. "You look great. Wear those boots and walk around the room today so you'll be comfortable tonight." I blushed at his compliment. He smiled, and signaled me over. I started to kneel, but he reached out his hand and pulled me to him. "I could get used to having a boy like you around." He kissed me, tenderly at first, running his fingertips across my bare ass and up my back, then filled my mouth with his hot tongue. I squirmed as I felt his rock hard penis through the fabric of his coarse denim jeans. My anus reflexively tightened around the stainless steel butt plug as I stared at over a hundred men decked out in leather vests, black tee shirts and hats, and every sort of leather accessory. Some smoked cigars. Most were burly, masculine guys who you wouldn't want to cross. They all seemed to know Alex and greeted him with back slaps, brotherly hugs and sometimes full lip kisses. He had attached a leash to my leather collar as we got out of the cab. I stood beside him, taking in the spectacle. "Where did you find him?" A burly man with a full gray beard and leather cap asked. "I borrowed for the weekend," Alexander joked. "Well can I borrow him when you're done?" He looked me up and down. "If you come off of some of your millions tomorrow night at the slave auction." "Come on Alexander. You're going to make me wait until then to see what he's got?" "Oh, I'll give you a look, and maybe even a taste tonight, but he's all mine until the auction." Alex led me to a changing room. "Take everything off but your jock, socks and boots, and make it quick." I stripped off my tee shirt and jeans, then re-laced my boots and joined Alexander. He re-attached a leash to my collar and cuffed my wrists behind my back, and then led me to the bar. He lit a cigar with a book of matches on the bar. "Dewars," he told the bartender." The bartender looked at me and Alexander shook his head. "That's a cute boy Alexander," a young tattooed man stepped up to the bar. His muscles stretched his black Harley Davidson tee shirt to the point of ripping the seams. "How long have you two been together?" "He's a good friend's boi. I'm showing him San Francisco this weekend." "Looks like you're showing him a lot more than that," he laughed. "Well there is always more than you see from the airport hotel, right?" The man held up his glass in a toast. "Here is to what exists right before our eyes." They tapped tumblers. I caught a glimpse of him staring at my semi-rigid penis, stretching the jockstrap and turned my eyes away. "How far along is he?" "Seeing the pig boy scene for the first time this weekend," Alexander said it as if I wasn't there. "But he's well along in his training as a submissive. He's a natural if there ever was one." "Is he up for auction tomorrow night?" "Only if someone is willing to pony up a good deal of cash." Alexander held my arm and turned me away from them. Then I felt him spread my buttocks just enough to reveal the handle of the butt plug. "Ooh, nice," the man said smacking his lips. "You wouldn't believe what that thing does for muscle development." Thirty minutes later, Alexander led me into the men's room. He ordered me to kneel on the cold tile floor behind were he stood at the urinal. A few seconds into relieving himself, he stopped and turned, motioning me to crawl forward. I could feel every eye in the room on me. "Open up." I opened my mouth just as the stream of warm urine splashed at my lips. I struggled to gulp it down without spilling any. "Can I have some of that?" I recognized the voice of the gray bearded man we met when we arrived. "A bit, but I don't want to fill him up just yet," Alexander said. The big man unbuttoned the row of fly buttons like a sailor and I heard the stream of urine hit the porcelain urinal. He urinated for several long seconds before he stopped and turned. His cock was huge, just like the rest of him. The large circumcised head was almost the size of a lemon. I opened my mouth in complete submission before he continued to empty his bladder. His urine was warm and bitter tasting. He stepped forward." "Just a lick and no more," Alexander said. I slowly licked the head of his penis as it began to swell. If you want any more Max, I guess you'll have to outbid everybody else tomorrow night." Alexander pulled on my collar and helped me to my feet. "I'm going to put you on display while I have another drink." He led me to an area where vendors were displaying toys, fetish furniture and equipment. A tall thin man with thick glasses and wild red hair was fighting with the straps on a black steel cross with an adjustable, angled footrest. "Jeremy, how would you like to use my boi for a demonstration while I go to the bar?" He squinted at me and then smiled a wide smile. "Love to Alexander. Would you help me truss him up?" The cross was shaped like the traditional crucifix, but was actually made of parallel one-inch pipes, so the victim's body was visible front and back. Alexander slipped my ball gag in and unbuckled my hands, then lifted me into the footrest. Jeremy pushed a step ladder up and then closed six inch black nylon with velcro straps across my forearms. "Before you get down, hook this up." As I saw him hand Jeremy the treble chain, my penis jumped and engorged with blood and I tightened my anus against the butt plug. Jeremy connected the chain to my nipple rings and then to the Prince Albert as Alexander wrapped the nylon strap against my ankles. A crowd started to gather as Alexander started for the bar. "This is the latest in punishment crosses," Jeremy started hawking the crowd. "The unit is light and easy to assemble and disassemble, in case your Baptist relatives show up for a visit without much notice." Men chuckled. A lesbian couple, a huge dyke and a wispy Goth girl held hands and stared at me. "The real beauty of this unit is the adjustable footrest." Jeremy cranked a handle and I felt my feet start to slip forward as the front of the footrest started to angle downward. He cranked the handle until the footrest was angle down at forty-five degrees. I slipped forward against my restraints, reliving my hours on Ignacio Kirby's punishment cross. My throbbing penis pulsated, pulling against my nipple rings. I writhed, reflexively tightening my anus around the butt plug each time my penis throbbed. I saw Alexander at the bar calmly drinking Scotch whiskey. "Do you think he'll orgasm like that?" The dyke asked her Goth girlfriend. "I don't know, but I might. Could we buy one of those?" Jeremy stepped between them. "I can make you a deal on this display model." "Is the model included?" I recognized the voice and turned. Jeff Goldman was standing behind the lesbians dressed in 501 jeans, a slid black tee shirt and leather vest and engineer boots, with a three day growth and a bottle of Heineken. Even behind his dark glasses I could feel his eyes caress my skin.