Date: Fri, 1 May 2009 15:49:28 +0000 From: Dave Clarke Subject: REMANDED TO THE CUSTODY five 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. Five Hans threw me a towel, and I dried off, trying not to look at him watching me. He buckled my restraints and attached the leash to my collar. My mouth opened on cue when he raised the ball gag. He cinched it behind my head, forcing my mouth open further, stretching it and training the muscles. Hans pinched my nipple and a bolt of lightning shot through by body to my penis, and I flinched and fell against him. I moaned as my erect cock strained against the stainless steel piercing. "You horny little slut," Hans whispered. He slapped my ass and I couldn't stop myself from moaning again. He led me outside and along the brick walkway to another part of the estate. We passed within sight of the tennis courts and I saw two women in white tennis outfits standing in a shaded area next to the courts. They turned as we passed. I kept my eyes down and tried not to look. My face burned in humiliation as I felt their eyes follow me. My penis stiffened uncontrollably. "You dirty little slut," Hans repeated. He led me into a one story brick building with white dormers, surrounded by white azaleas and deep red crepe myrtle trees. He wiped his feet and opened the door. "Leave your shoes here slave," he whispered. I stepped out of my flip flops and followed him in. "Bom dia Senhor Kirby," Hans called as we entered an outer office. "Bom Dia, Hans." I recognized the rich baritone the minute I heard it. My skin started to tingle and I felt a hitch when I inhaled. I tried to calm myself. "You may bring the slave into my office." Hans led me into an immaculate oak paneled office, with windows that looked out over a fenced pasture that could have been a golf course. I dropped to my knees and presented before the desk. "Has he been prepared?" "Yes, of course," Hans said. "Very well." Ignacio Kirby came from behind his desk and took the leash from Hans. "Come back in two hours." I saw Hans walk out of the room from the corner of my eye. I felt perspiration trickle down my sides and struggled to kneel upright with my chest forward. "Lock the door on your way out." I heard the door close and tried to control my breathing. Ignacio Kirby removed the leash and stepped behind me. "Stand up and bend over." I struggled to rise with my hands locked behind me. He held my arms to steady me, and then unlocked my wrists cuffs. "Spread your cheeks, wide." He reached for something on his desk and I heard a lid turn on a container. He slid one finger, and then two into my anus. I immediately started to become erect. He removed them. "I see you have cleaned yourself well. That is good. Kneel." I dropped to my knees. He put his left hand in front of my face. "Clean my fingers with your mouth." I closed my eyes and began to lick his fingers. They smelled rich and musky. He inserted his index finger and then his middle finger into my mouth. I sucked on them and then resumed licking them. He moved behind his desk and sat down, and dried his fingers with a small linen towel. I stared ahead at the floor, remembering Hans's instructions. "I promised you something the day you arrived. Do you recall what that was?" I hesitated, afraid to misspeak. "Don't be afraid, tell me." "A name," I heard myself say, and wondered if it was really me saying it. "Yes I promised you a name." His accent was European. I thought they were speaking Spanish, but then I thought Portuguese. "And you shall have one. You have studied classical languages. Your grades were very good." My head jerked up to look at him. I quickly looked back down. "You shall be called Castigo," he said. "Do you remember the meaning of the Latin word?" I hesitated again. "Please, go ahead." It was an order, not a request. "Castigo-- to reprove, chasten, punish or restrain." I felt my heart race and tried to control my breathing. "Very good Castigo. And there is more. I have two more gifts for you. Please." I raised my eyes as he came from behind the desk. He handed me a blue United States passport. Look, this should be familiar." My chest tightened as I read the first page. GREEN, DRAKE MICHAEL -- Citizenship: U.S. I leafed through to the back and saw the visa and entry stamps for Poland, Hungary, the Czech Republic and Turkey. This wasn't just a passport, it was my passport. He extended his hand and I gave the passport back to him. "Don't be surprised Castigo. It's not such a difficult thing. You surrendered you passport in order to be released on bond. I simply requested it from the Court. It was not so difficult. And we will need it in order for you to accompany me to Brazil. I have a ranch and business interests there. I have many friends Castigo, but even Ignacio Kirby must comply with the law." He smiled and showed me his perfect white teeth. He handed me a small square gift box. The weight surprised me. "Open it Castigo." Resting in a padded cutout was a four inch stainless steel plug, with a tear shaped head and a flat handle. "You will wear it at all times Castigo," he said. "Except during your toilet." He took it from me and rubbed lube over the head. "Stand up, and bend from your waist." I quickly complied. He inserted one finger, and then two. I tried not to moan as my penis began to stiffen. "Push as if you were moving your bowels." I felt the cold stainless steel against my anus and fought back the urge to cry out. He pressed the plug into me and my anus closed around it. The slim steel handle fit neatly between my buttocks, cool and hard. I felt may face grow hot as a saw Ignacio Kirby look at my erect penis and smile. I resumed my position on my knees and stared at the floor. "Perhaps you have wondered about these things that are happening to you Castigo. You are in training. It is difficult, grueling, and often painful. Great dancers, athletes and opera singers—they spend their lives in training. And so shall it be for you." he pressed a button on his desk and I heard the hum of an electric motor, like the sound of a projection screen lowering. "Stand up." He led me to a steel frame suspended from a cable that had lowered from the ceiling to waist level. He clipped my right wrist cuff to it and then my left. He brought a three foot steel bar from the closet and clipped my ankle cuffs to it, my legs spread wide. He pressed the button and the cable retracted, pulling my arms over my head. I opened my mouth for the ball gag, and felt my penis begin to swell. He took a silver ring with three short lengths of chain from his desk drawer. He clipped two of them to my nipple rings. I fought back a moan and writhed against my wrist cuffs. I tightened against the heavy steel butt plug in spasms. "Castigo," I felt his hot sweet breath beside my cheek. "You will never orgasm again without my permission. Do you understand?" I nodded and tried to speak against the ball gag. "You will only touch your penis to wash it. Is that clear?" I nodded. He kissed my cheek and slowly ran his fingers down the small of my back and then down the shaft of my penis. I held my breath. He took the third length of chain and clipped it to the ring in my penis. As my engorged penis throbbed, the chains pulled on my nipple rings, which made my penis throb harder. I fought back the thundering waves coursing through my loins and tried not to orgasm. The first sharp blow from the walnut paddle shocked me and drove me forward against my restraints. The ball gag stifled my full-throated scream. Then the blows came in volleys as Ignacio Kirby methodically circled me, calmly administering his discipline. I fought back the waves that pulsated from deep inside me, like magma rising within a volcano. "You may come Castigo," he whispered. I climaxed in crashing waves to the sound of the paddle against my naked buttocks and then lost consciousness.