Date: Tue, 28 Apr 2009 22:45:18 +0000 From: Dave Clarke Subject: Remanded to the Custody Chapter Three 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 Three I woke up in my cage the following morning, hungry and sore. The tiny blanket barely covered me, but I used it as a shield. For those few hours I was in my sleeping cage, I wasn't totally naked and exposed. The blond woman stayed in the tack room and watched Hans release me from the saltire cross. She lit a cigarette and watched Hans lock my wrist cuffs behind my back and attach the leash to my collar. As he led me past her, her gaze stung my flesh every bit as much as the blows from Hans's leather strap. I felt her eyes bore into the welts on my back and buttocks, and at my shriveled, hairless penis. I turned away to try and hide my tears. The eyes behind her designer sunglasses burned all the way to my core. I kept hearing her voice, "He's a pussy boy." Hans led me out of the stables into the quiet, late afternoon. The tennis players were gone, and the only sound was my flip flops slapping against my feet and Hans's heavy work boots against the brick pavement. "Put him in the small cage for now," Hans told Otto. Otto led me into a small room down the corridor from his office. I saw two heavy wire cages on steel stands. Both were no more than four feet high and four feet wide. The small cage was four feet deep and the other was eight feet deep. Otto removed my gag and opened the door of the smaller cage. "Get in, slave." I hesitated. I thought Hans left me with Otto, but he had waited by the door. He struck my bruised buttocks with his open palm. I screamed, and crawled into the cage as fast as I could. "Only too willing to get into your cage with a little help, eh slave?" Otto laughed. Hans scowled and left the room, I listened to the sound of his boot heels grow fainter and finally fade. Otto removed my leash and poured a bottle of water into a stainless steel bowl mounted inside the cage door. He closed and locked the cage door. I tried to get comfortable, but I couldn't stretch out. I shifted from squatting, to kneeling and sitting back on my ankles, to trying to sit with my legs crossed. I couldn't stay in any position for more than one or two minutes. I drank as much water as I could, but the bowl was welded to the cage and I had to put my face into it and lap the water with my tongue. "You have learned the rotation quickly slave," Otto smiled. "You will not be able to maintain any of the positions for more than a few minutes at best. But you have only so much energy slave. Very quickly you will have to choose between pain and fatigue." He laughed. "Relish this. It will be one of the few choices you will ever be free to make again." He walked out of the room and left me alone, naked and shifting in the tiny cage. After what seemed like several hours, Otto returned carrying two stainless steel bowls. He set them on the floor. I could smell the cooked beef and onions in the pit of my stomach. My mouth began to water. I hadn't eaten since I left the Federal holding facility. "When I open your cage door you will crawl out and assume the presentation position facing your cage. Do you understand slave?" I nodded. He opened the door and I crawled onto the floor and knelt with my back to him. He locked my wrists behind me and he attached the leash to my collar. "Come slave." He led me to the bowls and tied the leash to a wall cleat above the bowls. "You may eat slave." He stepped behind me and watched as I struggled to eat from the bowl with my hands locked behind me. I finally settled on my side and turned my face into the bowl, then shifted to the other side. I had managed to eat half of the beef and potato stew when Otto picked up the bowl. "That's all the time for you to eat slave." I jerked against the leash as he scraped the remaining stew into a trashcan. "Now I'll give you a minute to drink water slave." Otto unlocked my wrists and put me into the large cage after my feeding. He handed me a metal bucket. "This is your toilet slave." Then he locked the cage door and turned off the overhead lights. I was able to stretch out in the larger cage. I found the tiny blanket. I covered myself and tried not to cry.