Date: Fri, 8 May 2009 13:02:28 +0000 From: Dave Clarke Subject: Remanded to the Custody Chapter Eight 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 Eight Each time I tried to roll over in my cage, pain racked my shoulders and legs. Two hours on the punishment cross had broken me the day before. I cried and begged for mercy, but the ball gag stifled my words. Saliva dripped onto my chest and mixed with my hot tears. Ignacio Kirby handed Hans the treble chain and ordered him to attach it to my cock ring and nipple rings. As my erect cock throbbed, it pulled against my nipples, sending staccato impulses back to my penis, accelerating the throbbing. Two hours after they hoisted me onto the cross, Ignacio Kirby ordered Hans and Otto to release me and walked back to his office. I watched him disappear through the hedges, walking tall and erect, as regal as any king. Tears flooded my eyes and blinded me. "Get up slave," Otto said. I opened my eyes and saw Otto and Hans with the wood crosspiece. "This will be the second day of your punishment." I started crying as they lashed me to the crosspiece and led me into the bright morning sun. The box was beside the lamp post, but the chairs and tables were gone. Hans took the mahogany paddle hanging from his belt and smiled behind his dark glasses. I screamed as the first blow stung my bare buttocks, and continued to scream against the ball gag as he struck me a dozen times in quick succession. I eagerly stepped onto the box so he couldn't hit me again. They inserted the bolts to attach the crosspiece and tied my ankles. Then Hans kicked out the box and all my weight shifted to my shoulders and ankles. I immediately started to writhe in pain, my body searching for some position that offered a moment's respite—but there was none. I heard slow hoof beats, and watched Ignacio Kirby and his daughter ride across the lawn and stop a dozen feet from where I suffered. "Castigo, you must accept your punishment," he said. "It will calm your spirit and make you faithful to me." His tanned skin and silver hair contrasted with his bright yellow shirt and tan riding breeches. He rested easy in the saddle atop the large stallion, like a man born to ride. His daughter remained stone faced and looked disinterested, but didn't take her eyes off me. I tried to speak, to beg his forgiveness, but the gag stifled my words. I tried to stop squirming, but couldn't stop the reflexive movement of my burning muscles. Ignacio Kirby smiled, showing all of his perfect teeth, and rode off in a canter. His blonde daughter gave me one last look of disdain and followed on her chestnut gelding. I fought the erection that swelled between my legs. Hans entered the shower less than a minute after Otto led me into the cold tiled room. "On your knees slave," he hissed. I dropped to my knees, closed my eyes and folded my arms behind my back. I heard him open his fly, and opened my mouth without being ordered. His urine was warm and salty against my swollen lips. I began to gulp it down when he aimed his stream at my mouth. "Drink my piss; swallow it; don't waste a drop or you will pay the price," he threatened. I gagged and spit out a mouthful as he continued to urinate. He slapped my cheek, hard. I struggled to kneel upright and opened my mouth. The flow pulsed twice and then stopped. I opened my eyes and saw Hans's engorged penis six inches from my face. "Take it you slut." I leaned forward and closed my lips around his thick shaft, then began to rock forward and back on my knees pressing my lips against his flesh, and rubbing it with my tongue and savoring his musky taste and smell. He pulled me up by my arm and led me into Otto's office. "Get out of here!" he shouted. Otto scurried out without a word. "Close the door." Han's locked my wrist cuffs behind my back and bent me over Otto's desk. I tightened my buttocks, but then relaxed as he pulled the quarter pound stainless steel butt plug from my anus. "Open," he said in a throaty whisper. I opened my mouth and felt warm, hard steel against my tongue and tasted my own anus. He slipped the ball gag strap through the butt plug handle and secured it behind my head. I struggled not to bite the hard steel by pressing my lips hard against it. I heard his fly open and the sound of a belt buckle. He spit into his had. Then I felt his hard flesh press against my buttocks then against my anus. I fought to relax as he entered me, and felt the blood engorging my own penis. He started slowly at first, teasing me, retreating and then thrusting his penis into me, making use of its entire length. I moaned and fought the need to bite the butt plug and then felt my legs begin to spasm as I began to orgasm against the top of Otto's desk. Hans climaxed a minute later, thrusting convulsively and squeezing my waist with his massive fingers. He pushed against me and stood up. "Turn around whore." The anger hadn't left his chiseled face. He unbuckled the strap that held the butt plug in my mouth and set it on the desk. He pulled me to my knees facing his now flaccid cock. "Lick it clean." I eagerly complied, knowing that he didn't need an excuse to slap me or paddle me again. He fastened his pants and walked out of the office, and left me kneeling on the floor. I struggled to hold his semen inside me, knowing that I had soiled Otto's desk with my own orgasm, and feared a greater punishment if I soiled his office floor. "You stupid filthy slut!" Otto shouted when he entered his office. He took the paddle from his desk drawer and pointed to the soiled desktop. I leaned over the desk with my wrists still locked behind my back and began to lick the surface. The first blow from the paddle stung and I cried out. The sound of my scream without the ball gag in my mouth shocked me and Otto. He struck me again five quick blows. The shock caused me to relax my anus and I felt Hans's semen run down my legs. I licked up my own semen from the desk top and then licked the area where Hans had dropped my butt plug before he put it in my mouth. "Don't forget the floor," Otto said pointing to the puddle that had run down my legs. I dropped to my knees and began to lick the floor, fearing that my exposed bare buttocks and anus would be an irresistible target for Otto's paddle. Otto unlocked my cage door just after dawn. "Hand out the slop bucket Slave." I set the bucket on the concrete floor. "From now on, you will not relieve yourself until given permission. Transgression will be dealt with severely." He relocked the cage door and smiled. "Your master has also ordered that your diet be changed to all vegetarian—the better for your colon and anus to be used for his pleasure." Otto walked out of the room. I pulled the thin blanket over me and drifted back to sleep. I jolted awake with the feeling that someone was watching me. Manelesi stood six feet from my cage peeling an orange. He put one finger to his lips in a signal to be quiet, and tore the orange into sections. He handed me one through the cage bars and took one himself, chewing slowly and showing perfect white teeth. It was the first sweet food I had tasted since being enslaved at the estate, and the first kindness shown me. He shared half of his orange, passing each piece through the bars. I struggled to swallow when I heard Otto's shuffling steps in the hall. "What is this? What are you doing here?" Otto asked turning so Manelisi could read his lips. The tall, ebony-skinned chauffer shook his head feigning boredom and left the room. "What was he doing here Slave?" Otto shouted. "I don't know," I stammered. "He just stood there looking at me. I thought maybe you sent him to get me." "Did he try to unlock your cage?" I shook my head no, but I could tell Otto was suspicious. "Be very careful you little whore. Remember your time on the punishment cross." I shuddered at the thought and pulled my blanket tighter over my body. Immediately after my shower, Otto led me back into his office by my leash. "Good morning Michael," he said to a deeply tanned man in a black tee shirt and jeans. Tattoo ink snaked up both of his arms and disappeared under the black cotton fabric. I felt my face grow hot as he studied my naked body, my hands locked behind my back and wearing only my collar and flip flops. "Vegates Otto," the tattooed man said with a Southern accent. Otto smiled broadly. "Is this the patient?" I felt a hitch in my chest and a sensation in my groin as I studied his sinewy arms and tanned hands. Otto led me to the table. "Get up," he slapped my buttocks and I winced from the sting. I slid onto the table on my belly. "His hands are in the way. How far up do you need them?" "Half-way up his back is fine," the tattooed man said. I heard him open a case and take several bottles out. Otto placed a heavy nylon band around my neck and pulled my arms up my back until I cried out. He attached my wrists to the collar, and then ran a strap from the collar to the table. As he strapped my legs to the table, I tried to raise my buttocks to free my swelling penis. He slapped my buttocks hard and I yelped. "He's got to lie perfectly still while I do this." I saw Otto hold up the remote control for my collar. "I'm sure that won't be a problem," Otto said. "Did Mr. Kirby like my design?" "He did. He wants you to do it exactly that way." "And I spelled it right?" "C-A-S-T-I-G-O. S-L-A-V-E. Yes that's correct," Otto said. "What does it mean?" "It's Latin for chasten, chastise or punish." I heard the sound of latex gloves being pulled over wrists, and then a soft press in my lower back. "I'm going to start the C here, and center it. The word slave will line up just below the dimples in his back. This should accent the shape of his hips and butt," Michael said. "I'm not so sure that's necessary," Otto chuckled and then both men laughed. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it wasn't happening, that I wasn't being tattooed-- branded a slave. But I couldn't get it out of my mind. The sound and sting of the electric pen and the feel of the latex gloves and gauze pads on my skin gave me a throbbing erection that forced my butt up off the table. "He's a lively one alright," the tattooed man said. Otto put cream on my tattoo several times a day, first slipping on latex gloves and then carefully wiping my lower back. I controlled my fluid intake in order to relieve myself only when Otto took me out of my cage for my shower or exercise. But my first night the new diet made me thirsty. I fought not to drink the water in my bowl, taking only sips every few hours. Before dawn I felt I would explode. For the first time, I called out for Otto, asking to be allowed to urinate. There was no answer from down the hall where he slept. Just before dawn I heard the outside door open slowly and close silently. I didn't hear footsteps as Manelisi stepped into the room and picked up the pail from beside the door. He again held his fingers to his pursed lips for me to remain quiet as he unlocked the cage door. I reached for the bucket, but he motioned for me to get out of the cage. I stepped out and stretched. He stepped behind me and held the bucket in front of my penis with both hands, holding both arms around me. I relieved myself as he pressed against me, and leaned back against his strong body. When I finished we both stood there for a moment, then he released me and set the bucket on the floor. He gently turned me around to face him. His dark brown, almost black eyes glowed and he smiled a kind smile. I melted into his arms and he kissed me softly at first, and then slipped his tongue between my lips. I opened my mouth to receive him and felt my penis swelling and rubbing against his through his trousers. His hands gently explored my back and buttocks; reading my skin with his fingertips like a blind man reads Braille. For the first time, I was glad I was naked. He sensed the noise from Otto's office before I heard it, and motioned me back into my cage. I scrambled into it as Manelisi locked it and picked up the bucket of urine. He poured it into the floor drain, replaced the bucket to its place and slipped out the door, turning once to smile at me. I smiled back, giving him my first smile since the day I was remanded to the custody of Ignacio Kirby.