Date: Wed, 6 May 2009 12:56:11 +0000 From: Dave Clarke Subject: Remanded to the Custody Part Seven 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 Seven "Put this on Slave." Otto handed me a set of orange coveralls. The feel of fabric against my skin felt strange. I hadn't worn clothing in over two weeks. "An inspector from the Bureau of Prisons is coming to review the facility this morning. I would suggest you conduct yourself appropriately." He removed my wrist and ankle restraints and handed me a bag of cotton balls and nail polish remover. "Clean your self up." He led me to a room that I had never seen and told me to wait. "Don't get any ideas Slave. Hans will be right outside if you get any ideas." I looked around the room that was supposed to be my cell. I pressed on the mattress and rubbed my fingers across the thin pillow. I started to sit on the bed but thought better of it. There would be punishment if I did. I decided to look out the window and enjoy the moment of freedom. The sound of footsteps and voices brought me back from my brief respite. "I'll need to interview him alone for a few minutes." "We weren't aware of that requirement," Otto stammered. "We made no plans." "It's merely a formality," the stranger said. "But it is a requirement." I turned from the window and watched a heavy-set man dressed in a shirt and tie step into the room ahead of Otto. "You can leave us," he said motioning Otto with his head. "I'll knock on the door when I'm ready to leave." I held my breath and listened to the heavy latch and the sound of Otto's footsteps fade. "Mr. Green, I'm Inspector Kennedy with the Bureau of Prisons. This is a routine review of this facility to determine compliance with Federal Corrections Regulations." He looked down at his clipboard and read. "Are there any conditions of your confinement that you consider are unusual, harsh, unsafe or inhumane?" I took two deep breaths and mustered my courage. "In my two weeks here I have been used as a sex slave." I stared at him and felt the sweat trickle down my spine. He looked up from the clipboard and frowned. "Would you be a little more specific Mr. Green?" I unzipped the coveralls, let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. "I've been shaved and pierced in order to please Ignacio Kirby," I said defiantly. I stretched to my full height and held my chin up, in spite of my nakedness. "I'm routinely flogged and sexually degraded. For two weeks I've slept in a cage." I picked up the coveralls. "This is the first time I've worn clothing since I have been here." "I'll need a written statement Mr. Green," Kennedy said. "These are serious charges." He handed me a form and a pen. "I'll write it, but you have to take me with you. I'm not safe here." I stretched out on the bed in my coveralls when Kennedy left. I closed my eyes and imagined real clothes, real food and freedom. I decided that no matter what, I was going to continue to fight them. I sat up and decided to try to remove the slave ring from my penis. I unzipped the coveralls and then heard the heavy latch on my cell door. I looked past Otto for Inspector Kennedy, but saw Hans. His eyes burned with rage. My fear turned to hope. They weren't carrying my wrist and ankle restraints. "Remove the jumpsuit," Otto said. Hans carried a six-foot long, two by six inch board and a coil of nylon rope. He laid the board on the edge of the bed and then almost ripped the coveralls off me. "Kneel on the floor with your back to the bed," Hans hissed. I hesitated until he slapped my bare buttocks. I cried out as the pain radiated through me. Waves of energy shot through my nipples and penis, and I fought back against the pleasure as my penis began to swell. I knelt and looked down at the tile floor. He pulled my left arm back and tied it securely to the board with a dozen loops of the nylon rope. Then he pulled my right arm back. Both men lifted me up with the board. I struggled to keep my balance with both arms pinioned at ninety degrees. Hans pulled a ball gag from his pocket and secured the strap behind my head. They marched me out of the cell, turning me so the board would fit through the door. I tried to stay calm and remember what I'd told Inspector Kennedy. They couldn't really hurt me-- the government was on to them. Four lawn chairs and a small table with cups and a silver coffee pot had been set up on the lawn beside the stables. Ignacio Kirby and Inspector Kennedy were in the middle of a conversation, but stopped when we approached. "Castigo," Kirby said. "You have disappointed me." He held up my written statement. "These are not the words of a faithful slave." Even behind dark glasses, I could see the rage in Ignacio Kirby's eyes. Kennedy, also in sunglasses offered a faint smile. "I can see that my work to mold you into a faithful slave has perhaps been too gentle. We will correct your behavior through a suitable punishment." Ignacio Kirby stood and picked up a long handled wood paddle. "Attach the cross bar to the post but leave him on the ground for now." They attached the crossbar to a ten foot tall six by six inch upright post that held a security lamp. They raised the bar so that I stood on my tip toes. I began to get an erection in spite of the fear that burned inside my chest. Across the lawn I saw the blond woman, Kirby's daughter standing beside her car, watching my humiliation and punishment, and casually smoking a cigarette. The first blow from the paddle drove me off my feet. The ball gag muffled my scream and I fought to get my footing with my toes. He continued with a dozen sharp blows to my bare buttocks, and then stepped in front of me and finished with a quick slap against my erect penis. I blacked out for a moment, and came to as they lowered me. Otto set a small wood box next to the post. "Turn around and step up," Hans ordered. I struggled to comply, but couldn't. They lifted me and the sharp pain in my shoulders caused me to scream again against the ball gag. Hans pushed my head to the side and pressed two long bolts through the cross piece and then trough the post. I heard a ratchet tighten two nuts. Hans tied my ankles to the post with a dozen wraps of the nylon rope. Ignacio Kirby nodded and Hans kicked the box from under my feet. All my weight shifted to my ankles and shoulders. I slumped and found it difficult to breathe, then struggled to straighten my legs. All four men relaxed in their chairs and sipped coffee as I struggled against the ropes, naked and helpless--crucified.