Date: Thu, 11 Jun 2009 18:12:29 +0000 From: Dave Clarke Subject: Remanded to the Custody Part Fifteen Slave Robert led me up the three steps to the platform. "Ladies and gents, most people think it's wise to save the best for last." Master Gregory's baritone boomed through the sound system. Robert handed my leash to Master Gregory. I was the second slave auctioned for charity that night. "But that's not how it works. Our object is to raise cash for HIV-AIDS research, and to raise as much as we can. Some very generous benefactors have donated their slave property for tonight to the highest bidder. All the standard rules for behavior apply." Master Gregory tugged at my leash and I stepped forward. Jeremy loaned Alexander a leather collar to wrist restraint for the show. My wrists were cuffed behind my back and connected to a stiff leather collar. I felt myself blush as he tugged at my left nipple ring. "You saw Castigo last night perform on Jeremy's punishment cross, and I've seen many of you drooling every time Alexander leads him into the room. Now is your chance folks. I'll open the bidding at five-hundred dollars." "One thousand dollars!" Max shouted from the center of the crowd. He'd tied his beard below his chin like a pirate for the night. "Twelve hundred," shouted Alexander." "Hey you can't bid on your own slave!" shouted Max. "He's not my slave Max, I'm borrowing him." "I'll accept your bid," Master Gregory cut in. "Fifteen hundred!" "Two-thousand!" "Twenty-five hundred!" The silence was broken by a sneeze at the back of the room. "Do I hear three-thousand?" Silence. "Twenty-eight hundred?" Silence. "I've got twenty-five hundred dollars, a steal for sure. Going once... going twice... "Five thousand dollars." Jeff Goldman stepped forward, still dressed in 501 jeans, engineer boots, and a black tee shirt with a leather vest. "I'll donate five thousand dollars for a night with that boi." Master Gregory slammed his beer bottle against the podium like a gavel. "Sold to the gentleman for five thousand dollars!" Memories of my night with Jeff Goldman flooded my brain and I felt tears burn my cheeks. "It won't be so bad," Slave Robert whispered as he led me down the steps. The ball gag in my mouth stifled my response. Jeff Goldman stepped forward and reached for the leash. "Hold on," Jeremy cut in. "We get to use him for demonstration purposes until the auction is over." Jeff frowned. "It's in the contract." "That's true Sir," Slave Robert said. "It shouldn't be more than an hour or so." "We'll be gentle with him and not use him up," Jeremy took the leash from Slave Robert. "I'll pick up your bar tab too. Anything you like. It's on me." Jeff gave me a look that pierced my heart. I tried to smile in spite of the gag. "We call this our Stockade," Jeremy unbuckled my wrists and removed the collar. "Hands and knees boy." I kneeled astride the metal frame and rested my chest on the leather pad and my neck on the steel collar. Jeremy locked the collar and buckled my wrists and ankles to the frame, immobilizing me. "He's completely helpless now." My penis started to thicken as he ran his fingertips across my buttocks. The blow from his paddle caught me off guard and I yelped. "Perfect for administering discipline to your unruly sub." He struck my other buttock and I started to squirm. "Remember he's bought and paid for Sir," Slave Robert said under his breath. "Be careful not to hit his butt-plug with the paddle." Jeremy stepped back. "I'll bet you're ready to buy this one now, ma'am. But I'm afraid the boi doesn't come with it." Everyone laughed, but I couldn't move my head to see. "You can enjoy him while he's on display though." I heard a whooshing sound and jerked as a rod struck the bottom of my left foot. I squirmed and tugged at the restraint but couldn't move. "You are no stranger to a cane." Jeremy said. She struck my left sole again three times, in rapid succession and then my right. I tried to focus on the sound of Master Gregory's baritone voice as he auctioned off the other slaves and concentrate on Jeff Goldman. "Get those clothes off Drake." I almost didn't know who Jeff was talking to. He used my real name. He opened the mini bar and took out two small bottles of bourbon whiskey. He held out the ice bucket. "The ice machine is next to the elevator." I reached for my pants. "No, go as you are." I hesitated. He pushed the ice bucket into my hands then swung open the door. I looked both ways before stepping into the corridor. Jeff pushed the door closed and the metal latch sent shudders down by back. I walked quickly toward the elevators, listening for the sound of a door opening. The elevator floor indicator showed both cars were on the lobby floor. I stepped into the tiny room and pushed down on the plastic chute. Ice tumbled into the bucket. The sound echoed off the bare walls and steel vending machines. A bell chimed in the hall and I froze, never feeling as naked. I heard the elevator door open and then muffled footsteps on the carpet. I ducked between the ice machine and a vending machine and held my breath. "I need a ginger ale," a man said in a deep, strong rasp. "Talking all night dries me out." Boot heels pounded the tile floor as he stepped into the tiny room. I closed my eyes and felt my lungs ready to burst. "Well I'll be a son-of-a-bitch. Look what followed us home Max." Master Gregory half smiled as Max stepped into the room behind him. "Someone isn't paying much attention when a pup gets loose like this," Max said. His gray beard was still knotted below his chin. The elevator indicator chimed. "What room are you in?" Master Gregory said. "Room 511." Both men stepped closer to block the view from the corridor. Max turned to face approaching footsteps. "Ice machine isn't working. There is another one on four." "I wanted a soda." "Soda machine isn't working either. Must be an electrical problem." "It was working a half-hour ago." "I said it isn't working. Besides if you had a soda half and hour ago, you don't need one now. Don't you know they aren't good for you?" Max stared as the man sauntered down the hall and into his room. "He's in 510, right across the hall from Jeff. Let's let him get settled." They led me down the hall. Max stopped in front of 510 to block the view. Jeff pulled open the door before Master Gregory could knock. "I see you found my boi." Jeff smiled and pulled open the door. I followed Master Gregory in and set the ice bucket on the table. Max and Master Gregory settled into chairs and Jeff handed them drinks. I kneeled and presented in front of Jeff. "Tonight's auction was rigged Castigo." I felt confused. Jeff had called me Drake only a few minutes before. "When I realized that I couldn't possibly come up with enough to win you, I cut a deal with Max and Gregory. I put up three thousand dollars, and they put up a thousand a piece for the rights to use you until midnight. You are all mine after that. Besides, I get to watch." Jeff turned to Max. "What's your pleasure sir?" "I'd like him to be handcuffed first." "Get the handcuffs out of my suitcase. Get the gag too." I rose and found the items and kneeled before Jeff. "Turn around." The metallic click and feel of the cold steel against my wrists gave me an instant erection. Max stood and unbuttoned his fly buttons and pulled his enormous cock from his jeans, then sat down and motioned me over with his finger. I crawled forward. He caressed my check with his rough fingers and then pulled my head toward his cock. I licked the head slowly, spreading the split hole with the tip of my tongue, savoring the salty taste and musky aroma of his manhood. Then I spread my mouth wide and struggled to get my mouth around it. It took several seconds before I could relax my jaw muscles enough. "I don't want to dislocate his jaw," Max said. "He'll be fine." Jeff downed his bourbon and poured another. I heard clothes hit the floor and then Max gently pushed me up off his cock. Master Gregory led me to the bed by my collar. He sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for me to go down on him. His cock was smaller than Max's, but still big by anyone's standards. I pushed back the foreskin with my lips and began to suck on his shaft. "Need a condom?" Jeff asked. "I have to buy them special," Max said. I heard paper tear and then felt him pull on the handle of my butt plug. Max pressed the head of his cock against my anus with steady pressure, trying to help me take him in. I squeezed and then relaxed, squeezed and then relaxed, all the while pushing my hips back, impaling myself on his enormous cock. Master Gregory's breathing quickened and I increased the pressure against his cock with my lips and tongue. He orgasmed in bursts as I continued to bob my head. He pushed me away then wiped his come from my chin. I licked his fingers clean. Max pulled out and turned me around. He led me to a side chair and sat down. He pulled me to him so we were face to face and pulled me onto him. His cock slid so far into me I thought I could feel it in my chest. He kissed me tenderly at first, and then drove his tongue into my throat. The mixture of bourbon and cigars excited and revolted me at the same time. "May I come Sir?" I panted. "No slave." He lifted me and slammed me down on his cock like a rag doll in sharp blows. His breathing quickened. "May I come Sir?" I begged. "Yes slave," he cried in a hoarse voice. We came together, with our tongues intertwined and his enormous cock completely filling my ass. "Get up." Jeff Goldman opened the blinds and sunlight painted the rumpled bedcovers. I rubbed my eyes and flexed my sore anus. I ran my fingers over the swollen skin and winced. "That was quite a workout last night. You do realize that you being caught naked in the hallway was planned?" I nodded. "We need to get you ready. Alexander will be here in twenty minutes." He must have read my expression because he came over to the bed and lifted my chin. "I've already spoken to Alexander about the possibility of buying you from Ignacio Kirby." I jumped up and hugged him. "Relax, Drake." He kissed me softly on the lips. "I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse." The next days at Ignacio Kirby's estate seemed like a return to hell. Hans Punished me for a full hour on the saltire cross, flogging me until I could no longer cry. Then he forced me to drink his urine in front of Deidra. Her nipples poked through her blouse and I could see that she was aroused by my humiliation. On the third morning, Otto didn't insert my butt plug after my shower. "He wants you to be a woman today. Someone is coming to look at you." My heart almost came out of my chest. A peach colored corset and matching shoes were arranged in the changing room. A short, punk style blond wig rested on a stand beside them. "Get dressed and made up," Hans snapped. "Hurry." In thirty minutes I had finished my lipstick and was stepping into my shoes when Hans entered the room. He stopped and stared at me, slowly running his eyes across my body. I instinctively moved to cover myself and then blushed. "Lets go Castiga." He motioned Otto to put down the restraints and gag. "Herr Kirby said those won't be necessary." I started to follow Hans out of the room, but he stopped and motioned me on. "Ladies first." I walked out of the building and toward Ignacio Kirby's office, moving slowly, even though I'd gotten quite comfortable on the five inch heels. My face flushed with the knowledge that Hans eyes never left my ass and that he wanted it more than ever just then. He passed me on the steps and opened the door. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. I didn't want to act like I knew Jeff Goldman. That might give Ignacio Kirby leverage in the negotiation for my purchase. Ignacio Kirby was leaning against his desk speaking with a man seated in a chair with his back to me. Jeff had to be slouched in the chair, because I could barely see his head. Ignacio Kirby smiled as I walked into the room. "Castiga, come this way." He waved over to his desk. My heart stopped when I turned to face the man in the chair. "Bashir, this is Castiga my slave." The dusky skinned man with oily hair and tinted glasses barely moved his head. "Let me see her from behind." My face burned and tears blurred my vision. "Turn around and bend over from you waist Castiga." I complied. "Spread you buttocks." I did. A tear drop fell to the hardwood floor between my feet. "Now stand up and come here." I turned and stepped forward. The greasy haired man fingered my nipple ring. "Breasts. Have you considered breasts?" "I've thought about it briefly," Ignacio Kirby said. "But my physician warned against hormones." "He is correct hormones have too many complications. They destroy the ability to get an erection. I would recommend implants. Do you have a physician in mind?" "The doctor who did Deidra's was highly recommended, Bruce Phillips." Bashir nodded. "Yes he is very good. With the right sized breasts, she would be very desirable. I know of many in the middle east who would be interested." I covered my face as my mascara started to run down my cheeks.