Date: Sun, 10 May 2009 16:16:03 +0000 From: Dave Clarke Subject: Remanded to the Custody Nine 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 Nine Otto opened the cage door and attached the leash to my collar. "Herr Kirby is hosting an old friend over the weekend." He led me down the hall to the shower. "I want you extra smooth Slave, and extra clean. Your Master's guest is a diplomatic official and his old friend. He may offer you to his guest as entertainment." Otto secured the ball gag behind my head. "Climb onto the table on your hands and knees, and push your ass up." He spread my buttocks. "I'm going to shave you again." He held a warm washcloth against me. I lowered my chest to the table and rested my head on my arms. I heard the faint hiss of a shaving cream can, and smelled aloe. He applied the shaving cream with his fingertips. I quivered as he slowly ran his thumb down the cleft and across my anus. "You dirty little slut," he chuckled to himself. He shaved me with the deliberate movements of a watchmaker as I struggled to remain still. Then he wiped me down with a towel. "Remove the gag and don't put on his restraints," Hans said. He held up a dark green terrycloth robe. Put this on him before you bring him over. He answered Otto's puzzled expression before Otto asked the question. "It's like with food Otto. It's all about presentation." He laughed and handed Otto the robe. Otto walked me up the steps of the main house and opened the front door. The robe felt good against my skin and the smell of floor wax, leather and fresh bread settled on me as we stepped into the foyer. Track lights bathed the oil paintings that lined the walls of the foyer and hall with a warm glow. Voices grew louder as we walked down the hall. Otto stopped me and stepped into a large room. "Are you ready for him Sir?" "Yes, please bring Castigo in Otto." Kirby's voice was unmistakable, and the sound filled me with a mixture of fear and longing that I didn't understand. Otto led me into a large room with two couches and several overstuffed chairs. Ignacio Kirby leaned forward on a couch AND poured Scotch into two small tumblers that sat on a coffee table. A younger man who looked to be in his late forties or early fifties sat back in the chair next to the couch, dressed in an open necked oxford cloth shirt and linen slacks. He looked totally relaxed but physically alert at the same time-- like a lion in the tall grass. His tasseled loafers were buffed to a shine that indicated a military background, and his high and tight crew-cut made me think perhaps he was one of the few good men. "Alexander, this is Castigo," Kirby said handing the man a tumbler of Scotch. Alexander appraised me without speaking, moving his eyes and not moving his head. After a few seconds that seemed to last hours he sipped his drink. "Is he all that you expected?" "I'll let you judge for yourself Alexander," Kirby said. "Otto you may leave." He took the remote control for my collar and set it on the table next to the bottle. Otto tuned and waddled out of the room. "Castigo, stand before Alexander." I took the three steps slowly and stopped five feet in front of the man. "Now allow the robe to drop to the floor and remain standing." I took in a deep breath, untied the terrycloth belt and shrugged the robe off my shoulders. It tumbled to the floor at my feet. I felt my face flush as both men casually studied my nude body. "Turn your back to us Castigo," Kirby said. I slowly turned, keeping my shoulders square and my back straight. "Is that a butt plug I see?" "Yes," Kirby said. "It's by Njoy. It's quality stainless steel and weighs a quarter of a pound-- a wonderful training tool. Castigo, bend forward from your waist and spread your buttocks." I felt the blood rush to my penis as I leaned forward and tightened my anus around the heavy stainless steel plug. "The weight and shape of the plug allow it to be worn almost constantly," Kirby continued. "The reflex action of constricting the muscles of the anus makes them stronger and more flexible." "What is the name of the Manufacturer?" "N-J-O-Y," Kirby spelled it out. "They started out making electronic cigarettes that don't burn." "Electronic cigarettes?" Alexander asked. "They are plastic and look like cigarettes, but when you draw on them you get a water mist that contains nicotine. I've never tried one, but they claim the taste is the same." "Interesting, given the push to outlaw smoking in the States." "Yes, we are becoming quite the nanny state," Kirby said. "I suppose that's why you continue to serve overseas." Alexander laughed. "Yes, and the money, and the quality of life," Alexander said. "Need I go on?" "I am quite content here," Kirby said. "I go back to Brazil every year to attend to things, but I spend the rest of my time here in the States. What I was missing was a good boy. Castigo needs to be trained properly, but I think he will work out." "How far along?" "We've just begun," Kirby said. "That's why I was so pleased to hear of your visit. A bit of your time and patience would do wonders at this stage of his training." "I would be more than happy to help, Ignacio." "Please, Alexander, for the rest of your visit, consider him yours." I heard both tumblers settle on the table and the sound of Scotch being poured. "Turn around and come to me." Alexander's voice suddenly had an edge that sent chills up my spine. I turned and stepped toward him with my eyes cast at the floor. "Present." I knelt in front of him and put my arms behind me, grasping my elbows with the opposite hands. He leaned forward in his chair and touched the back of my head with his fingertips. Electric shocks arced through me like lighting bolts, causing me to shudder. "Relax, boy," he said softly. He slid his hand down my neck and down my back, lightly caressing my buttocks. "Who did the tattoo work Ignacio? It is very good." "A local guy. He is very good indeed." "I won't need it," Alexander said waving off the remote control. "I am sure I can handle the boy without it." He attached the leash to my collar and led me to the foyer. "Coffee is at six Alexander," Ignacio Kirby said. "Boa noite Alexander." "Boa noite Dom Kirby." Alexander led me onto the porch into the still night air. Goose bumps formed on my exposed skin as we walked along the brick path to the guest house, to the serenade of Alexander's footsteps and the sound of my rubber flip flops against the hard clay bricks. Alexander removed the leash from my collar as soon as we stepped into the guest house and then removed his shoes. I stepped out of my flip flops and placed them beside his loafers. "Follow me." He walked ahead of me, down the hall to the bedroom, unconcerned that I wasn't in restraints. In the bedroom he started to unbutton his shirt and pointed to the floor. "You may kneel while I undress." I knelt and fixed my gaze on the floor at his feet. He dropped his shirt and trousers on the bed and then sat down to remove his socks. He stood up and dropped his briefs to the floor. "My trousers go in a hangar in the closet. Everything else goes into the laundry bag behind the door. When you're finished, go to the kitchen and get me a tumbler with four ice cubes and the bottle of Cutty Sark from the cupboard over the stove. Bring them in here and wait for me to shower." I reached for his briefs as he walked past me into the bathroom. He stopped and turned to face me. I froze and my heart started to race at the sight of his nude body. His chest muscles were well defined, sculpted by hours of exercise or athletics. They tapered to a flat stomach, then down to legs that were sinewy and well muscled. His uncircumcised penis and large scrotum hung below a tuft of dark hair. Flaccid, he was at least six inches long. He turned and entered the bathroom. I carefully folded his clothes and went to the kitchen, listening to my own heart beat and reflexively tightening my anus around the stainless steel butt plug. I was kneeling on the floor next to the bed when Alexander stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a large towel. "Pour me a drink." He walked to the dresser and slipped a steel Rolex Submariner watch over his wrist. He took the drink from my hand and I resumed my kneeling position on the floor. He took a sip and set the glass on the dresser. He crossed the room and stopped directly in front of me, then allowed the towel to drop to the floor. "Your Master has asked me to assist in your training." His voice was low, but strong. "Is that what you want too, Castigo?" I felt myself fumbling for words. "Is that what you want?" "Yes... that is what I want Sir," I stammered. He opened the dresser drawer and removed a set of handcuffs. "Stand and turn your back." I jumped up, turned and offered my wrists eagerly. The sound of metal teeth clicking shut left me breathless. He squeezed them closed and then turned me to face him. He steadied me with his strong arms and brushed my cheek with his fingertips, then lowered me to my knees. I leaned forward and opened my mouth as he guided his engorged penis between my parted lips. I inhaled his musky scent and taste. I closed my eyes, wrapped my lips around him and started to rock back and forth on my knees, sucking and pressing my tongue against the bottom of his thick shaft. He grabbed the back of my head and rhythmically pressed me against him, driving his penis deeper and deeper down my throat. I struggled to relax and suppress my gag reflex. I felt a sharp sting and heard the slap of his belt against my buttocks at the same time. I struggled to continue pleasuring him. Alexander stepped back and I fell back with my butt on my heels, reflexively clenching the butt plug and reeling from the combination of pain and passion. He took a ball gag from the same dresser drawer. "I'm sorry if I made noise Sir," I stammered and then opened wide as he forced it into my mouth. He fastened it behind my head and pulled me up by my shoulders. He bent me over an upholstered foot stool and picked up his thick leather belt. I took a deep breath and steadied myself. The first blow was gentle, almost playful, but each blow got harder and stung more. By the tenth blow I was squirming and salivating uncontrollably. After another dozen blows, Alexander gently rubbed my stinging buttocks and back. "Very good Boy," he said softly. "You handled that well." He spread my cheeks and I felt him pull on the butt plug handle. I relaxed my sphincter and allowed it to escape from my anus. I relaxed as I felt him wipe me with a tissue. He unbuckled the gag and gently removed it. I opened my mouth seconds later expecting the soiled butt plug. Alexander just laughed and pulled me upright, gently and then unlocked the handcuffs. He put his strong arms around me and pulled me to him. My nipple rings rubbed against the thick mat of hair on his chest and my penis reacted immediately. He kissed me, softly at first and then more passionately and led me to the king sized bed. He lay on his back and guided my mouth to his throbbing penis. I closed my eyes and began a long slow interlude, shifting positions every few minutes to concentrate on a particular movement. After thirty minutes Alexander rolled me onto my back and squirted lube into his hand from a tube on the night table. I stared as he lathered it along the entire length of his throbbing nine inch penis and took a deep breath as he positioned himself over me. He entered me slowly and gently, a little at a time, pulling out and reentering every few seconds. Then he entered me all at once, filling me completely and stretching me more than I though possible. I opened my mouth to receive his hungry kisses as he began to rhythmically fuck me, making me grateful to be a slave in captivity.