Date: Mon, 4 May 2009 12:03:16 +0000 From: Dave Clarke Subject: REMANDED TO THE CUSTODY six 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 Six I came to lying on my back, with my ankles still locked to the spreader bar. I felt someone wiping my thighs with a towel. I tried to touch my face and realized that my hands were free. The towel strokes were slow, almost tender. I opened one eye slowly and saw Manelesi's slim chiseled face as he leaned over me. His eyes focused on my abdomen. Hisexpression was calm, almost serene. I closed my eyes and relaxed my body, relishing the feel of the contoured Berber carpet against my tender buttocks. He unbuckled my ankles and gently straightened my legs. I lay there motionless, controlling my breathing and listening to the sounds from outside. A lawnmower made a series of passes outside the building. A fax machine rang once and then received a message. Manelisi slide his hand under my back and raised me to a sitting position, and then helped me to my feet. He buckled my wrists behind my back and attached my leash. I opened my mouth to receive the ball gag without opening my eyes. He rinsed my stainless steel butt plug in the sink and dried it with a paper towel. He opened a jar of lubricant, carefully coated the egg-shaped head and tapped me gently on the small of my back. I leaned forward and arched my back, then shuddered as he slid it into my anus. He wiped his hands with a paper towel and then walked me to the door and stopped, so I could slip on my flip flops. I noticed for the first time that they were pink. I squinted against the bright afternoon sun as we stepped out of the building. He led me past the stables and tennis court toward Otto's office. A heavyset man drove past on a battery powered golf cart loaded with bags of mulch. He nodded at Manelisi, and then smirked at me. "The doctor will be here in twenty minutes," Otto said. "Thank you Manelisi." The chauffer slipped out of the door and Otto looked me up and down. "You are such a slut." Otto strapped me into the barber's chair, and lowered the head. He removed my ball gag and rolled the high intensity lamp into place. "Is this satisfactory doctor?" Otto asked. I watched the doctor open his bag and arrange a syringe and several bottle on the tray beside the chair. "Will he remain calm?" the doctor asked. Otto stood behind him and held up the electric remote control for my collar so I could see it. "I am confident he will." "Very well. I am going to inject 2 CCs of collagen in his upper and lower lips," he said pressing on my lips with gloved fingers. "That should improve the radiance and accent his mouth. Any more might begin to look unnatural." "Mr. Kirby has complete confidence in your judgment Doctor." Otto said. The doctor swabbed my lips. I closed my eyes as he reached for hypodermic needle. "Take him to the gym and put him on the treadmill for twenty minutes Manelisi," Otto said. "Then put him in his cage." Manelisi led me to a door at the back of the garage and up a flight of stairs. He motioned for me to step out of my flip flops and released my wrists. He pointed to the treadmill and held my arm as I stepped onto it. He punched a code onto a key pad and the treadmill slowly began to turn. I started walking, slowly at first keeping the machine's pace. It felt good to stretch my muscles. I tightened my anus around the half-pound stainless butt plug. It wouldn't let me forget how my life had changed. In the less than a week, I was no longer Drake Michael Green, a twenty-four year old entrepreneur that the IRS had falsely accused of tax evasion. I was now Castigo, slave property of Ignacio Kirby. Fifteen minutes into my walk the door opened and the blonde woman stepped into the gym. Her tight black sports bra and shorts accented her toned muscles and curves. She draped a towel over the handles bars of a stationary cycle and mounted the stair climber. She put a band in her hair and began her exercise, watching me as she climbed. I felt my face redden and I looked away, ashamed that she knew what I had become. My nipple rings vibrated with the impact of my steps on the treadmill. I fought back an erection. The treadmill beeped twice and slowed to a halt. Manelisi locked my wrists behind me, attached my leash and adjusted my ball gag. He stopped to allow me to slip on my pink flip flops and then led me down the stairs. Manelisi stopped at the large cage and unbuckled my leash. Otto stepped out of his office. "Put him in the small one." Manelisi frowned. Otto stepped between us and led me to the small cage, and then removed my ball gag. "Inside slave." I knelt and crawled in, and then struggled to find a comfortable position. I touched my lips. They were swollen and painful. I shifted positions every minute or so, struggling to find a moments comfort. Otto went in and out of his office, glancing each time he walked past, and smiling at my misery. Two hours later he opened my cage, attached my leash and led me to the shower. Clean yourself well slave. Your master wants you." I carefully shaved my genitals and then squatted to do my anus, and took extra care to wash myself out with the nozzle, filling my colon and releasing, then repeating it. Otto inspected me, and then led me to the chair in his office. "He wants your nails and lips painted." I felt a sharp stitch in my chest as he shook the bottle of red nail polish. He strapped me to the chair, and trimmed my toenails, then placed cotton balls between my toes. Then he painted each nail crimson. He painted my fingernails, and then opened a lipstick. "This is for him to smear, not you." "Stand up. Open your mouth and don't smear your lipstick." I opened as wide as I could so he could insert the ball gag. I gingerly closed my mouth around the familiar round rubber ball and rested my swollen lips against it. He locked my wrists, attached my collar and then stepped back to inspect me. He stepped behind me and ran his fingers up my leg to my buttocks. Gooseflesh followed his fingertips and my cock stiffened and rose. "You little slut." We stepped into the still, warm evening air and he led me back to Master's office by my leash. He knocked on the door and waited. Hans opened the door, took my leash and motioned with his head for Otto to leave. I wiped my feet and left my flip flops at the door. Ignacio Kirby sat on a couch, smoking a cigar and holding a tumbler of Scotch. A man who I had never seen sat in the chair across from him speaking rapidly in Portuguese and nursing a drink of his own. The man stopped talking when he saw me. Ignacio Kirby motion for Hans to bring me to him. He took the leash without speaking and motioned for me to kneel at his feet. I assumed the presentation position with my back to him and my eyes cast down. He pulled down gently on my leash, indicating that I should sit back on my heels. I flexed the muscles of my anus against the half-pound stainless butt plug and felt waves of sensations pass through me. "He arrived just this week," Ignacio Kirby broke into English. "The government owed me a favor that they were eager to discharge." "And you picked him?" the other man asked. He held up his drink and Hans stepped forward and took the glass, then walked over to the bar. "I have a contact that is a health professional. She watches for suitable subjects. She identified this one as a perfect fit." I began to feel faint. Memories of my sessions with Dr. Janice Stepovsky crashed through my mind. And how did that make you feel Drake? Helpless? As if you had no control over your life or anything in your future? But isn't that the problem Drake? Isn't the problem that you not only like it, you loved it. You needed it. "Once we had identified him, it only took a few phone calls. The IRS was offered an open and shut case of tax evasion that they were only too pleased to prosecute. The attorney who represented him got a job offer from the government that included forgiveness of her student loans, simply for agreeing not to file an appeal." He took a long pull on his Scotch. "It was not very complicated my friend." he laughed. Tears of betrayal flooded my eyes. "We will speak more in the morning my friend." The man rose and shook hands with Ignacio Kirby then looked at me and smiled. I felt my cheeks redden with shame. Hans led him out the door and I listened to it close and latch. Ignacio Kirby pulled gently on my leash and stood. "Come here Castigo." I turned on my knees and struggled toward him. "So now you know how it is you were brought here. It was not by chance. You were chosen." He removed my ball gag and dropped it onto the table. He unzipped his fly, pulled his ample penis from inside his pants and sat back onto the couch. He brushed my cheeks with his fingertips and softly touched my swollen crimson lips. My anus tightened around the butt plug as he gently tugged at my nipple rings. My penis lurched to erection as I watched his cock engorge and swell. He gently brought my face toward his crotch. I opened my mouth to receive it, parting my lips and allowing them to slide against his musky flesh. I steadied myself with my wrists still locked behind my back, and rhythmically began to raise and lower my mouth over him, taking his throbbing cock deep into my throat, caressing it with my swollen lips and pressing on it with my tongue. I was lost, swimming, drowning in his intoxicating spell when his breathing quickened, and he gasped. He tugged at my nipple rings, caressed my cheek and forced my mouth down against him as he climaxed. Streams of hot come filled my mouth. I gulped and swallowed, not wanting to lose any of it. He fell back against the couch with his eyes closed. I sat on my heels and tried to catch my breath. He sat forward and pulled my face to him as if to kiss me, and just smiled. He reached for the telephone. "Don't move Castigo. Hans, come take him away," he said. "You may enjoy him before you take him back to his cage."