Indio Chapter Seven
I
got the story from both Kiasi and Indio of Indio's
"training" Kiasi to become a Master. It was
peculiar in the extreme.
The first thing Indio
did, was he began getting together with Kiasi often,
and servicing the African with his mouth. They couldn't do it at Kiasi's very religious mother's house, and Indio
quickly had moved back to the dorm when he realized his feelings for Sip were more friendly than anything else.
So Indio
blew Kiasi in his car, in alleys, behind dumpsters,
in hallways,and wherever
else they could get a bit of privacy.
Now and again, Indio
would sneak Kiasi into his dorm room when his
roommate was away, and he would feast his tongue on Kiasi's muscles--his chest and arms, the powerful legs, and
the feet. Kiasi was a beautiful man, and Indio
couldn't believe his luck.
But his fantasies included being
punished and controlled by a Master!
Kiasi told me that Indio
was hesitant about discussing it with him at first--perhaps Kiasi
would be repelled, and that would just break Indio's
heart.
"One day Indio
and I were picnicking in Rock Creek Park, a large wooded area in Washington, D.C.
and he finally broached the topic." said Kiasi
later on.
" He gave me a serious look over his sandwich ' Kiasi you know that I'm involved in S&M, right?' We did
not call it BDSM in 1968, or actually much of anything else, but I understood.
'Yes, Indio,
I saw how you treated that unfortunate preppie boy at his grandmother's farm' I
answered with a smile.
'You certainly were ruthless,
and now you've broken off with poor Sipple, and he
must be very distressed. It would seem that Sipple is
more upset by being dumped than being shot with rock-salt.'
And then Indio
looked very intensely at me. 'I am very into the scene, Kiasi,
and it usually permeates my sexual relationships. I wanted to talk to you about
your participating.'
And I laughed, Hooks." Kiasi said at the time. "I had grown up in war-torn East Africa, with
changing governments and anarchy. I was mystified as to why Americans hate
themselves so much with their easy life that they'd need to torture each other.
And of course I was not
going to let anyone torture me.
So I told Indio
this... 'I am not going to let you...' But Indio
stopped me in mid sentence.
"No, I want YOU to dominate
me." Indio said, looking rather shy. It was so endearing, since the
little bastard was usually so sure of himself, and I, tough Black Muslim ex Vet
that I was, melt easily in front of cute, shy Asiatic boys.
'You're joking' I said to Indio.
American Civil Rights had not gone to the point at that time where
black men were asked to be slaveOWNERS.
Indio then said 'Kiasi, I fantasize
about you being my Master. I want you to take off my clothes and beat me with
thick sticks, straps, and whips.
I need discipline and I need
a firm hand, and I've not had one since my own Master, Eugene, left the boy's
farm in which I was raised.'
Indio looked at me quite seriously. 'And I spend all my time
masturbating and thinking of you, Kiasi...fantasizing.
It's too much.' And so I really had no choice but to take over controlling this
beautiful boy, Hooks" Kiasi said.
Apparently, after this, Kiasi gave Indio
the fish eye, and then said "I am completely offended that you would
masturbate and think of me without requesting my permission, which I probably
would have denied." At this point, Indio
had hung his head.
Then Kiasi
ordered Indio to take off his clothes, and he'd taken off his belt, and
swung it against Indio's butt four or five times lightly. "Master Kiasi, I can take it much harder than that." Indio
said then, and Kiasi had grinned and slapped Indio
for his impertinence.
Kiasi threw Indio over his massive shoulder and took him deep into the woods
of Rock Creek Park, and used his belt to bind Indio's
wrists and Indio's own belt to bind Indio's
ankles.
"You are a cocky little wog aren't you?" Kiasi said,
grinning. He broke off a branch from a tree and began trimming the smaller
pieces off as he watched Indio lying on the ground. "A cocky, bossy
so-called submissive."
"Yes, Master." Indio
said, and he looked so sad, but Kiasi noticed that
though Indio was lying on his stomach, his penis was practically pushing
him up in the air.
Kiasi swung the branch two or three times in the air. "Yes,
you are nothiing but a dilletante,
bossing that poor idiot Sipple about, and now you
want to be in control of me--forcing me to behave in a certain way in our
relationship." Kiasi slapped a tree with a
deafening whack and laughed.
"But, my dear Indio,
I think perhaps you have bitten off more than you can chew."
Kiasi pulled Indio up by his hair as Indio
struggled to reduce the pain by grabbing the ground. But he couldn't grab the
ground, because his hands and legs were bound by the belt.
The searing pain from his
scalp was quite distracting, and Indio
did wonder if maybe Kiasi was insane. Kiasi dragged Indio
to a stump and tossed him across it, much as Eugene
had done at Boysville some seven years previously.
Kiasi slashed Indio's butt with the branch, and Indio
tried to keep silent. He had been trained by Eugene
to keep his voice quiet when being punished,but it seemed that Kiasi
knew where his most sensitive parts were.
WHACK! WHACK! The next two lashes
of the branch landed on Indio's lower thighs, one cutting a little weal just under his
buttocks, where the especially sensitive skin was. WHACK! Again, the branch
fell there, and Indio yelped involuntarily.
"Aha!" Kiasi said. "I just burst one of your pimples, Indio.
That must have hurt." Kiasi took his shirt off,
and, swinging the branch about, walked around to the front of the stump where Indio
could feast his eyes on Kiasi's massive pectoral
muscles.
"I like girls, you know, Indio.
More than boys. I date a fellow schoolteacher, and her
body is beautiful. All you are, is a moving mouth for
my prick...and something to kick around."
This hit Indio
even harder than Kiasi's swats. Indio
gasped and bit his lip, trying not to cry. Suddenly, Kiasi
kicked Indio lightly on the chin. "What? You think I would fall in
love with a little Indian fag?" Kiasi laughed
loudly.
He walked behind Indio
and began swinging the branch. WHACK! WHACK! SLASH! SMACK! The branch hit
Indio's buttocks, his back, his thighs.
"Can I make you dance, Indio?"
screamed Kiasi. He began hitting Indio
harder and faster, and Indio tried to pull
away from the stump, crippled by the belts.
Kiasi laughed. "What gymnastics, Indio!
You certainly are moving, like a rapid copperhead snake!"
Kiasi finally turned Indio
over, so his welted, wealed buttocks were now being
infected by twigs and annoying little bugs, and Kiasi
bent down, looking at Indio's penis. Kiasi stroked it a bit,
and it instantly stiffened.
"You are regretting that you
turned yourself over to me now, eh, Indio?"
Kiasi asked, but he hoped Indio
would say no.
"No, Master. This is just
what I need. I just should have been bound a bit tighter." Indio
looked straight at Kiasi. "You are my complete
and total Master and I will do anything for you, Sir."
Kiasi smiled. "But you are erect without my permission, Indio.
This is reprehensible. I insist you go limp immediately." As Kiasi said this, he continued to stroke Indio's
cock, and of course it got harder and harder, as Kiasi
was quite easy on the eyes, especially without a shirt.
"I-I'm sorry, Master."
gasped Indio. "I am having trouble going limp. Perhaps
if you stopped touching me?" Kiasi's
smile left his face and his eyes narrowed.
"How dare you tell me what I
am to do?" Kiasi asked,
his brows thunderous. "I am going to teach you to make your penis limp as
soon as I insist, do you understand?"
Indio nodded in terror, but his penis didn't go limp, of course.
Kiasi got up, and took the branch, and whittled it down a bit more
so it was very long and thin. "Now, you have one more chance to go limp.
Become flaccid immediately." Kiasi took a look
at the disobedient erection, and shook his head gravely.
"All right, this is what you
asked for." SNAP! SNAP! THWACK!
Indio's penis had never taken such punishmment.
Kiasi seemed retributive to no end.
But as Kiasi
raised the branch again, Indio's terror was overcome with desire.
Half an hour later, the Lady Septuganerian Butterfly Club was startled by the sight of a
young welt covered Indian boy sucking the cock of a large black man, and the L.S.B.C.dropped their nets and ran!
Within a few weeks, Kiasi and Indio
were very tight, and Indio's allegiances were definitely pointed to his new ebony
Master. And of course, Kiasi wanted the best for Indio--Kiasi had come to the US as a poor teenager, and he'd had to wash dishes to work his
way through a minor state college in Frostburg, Maryland.
So Kiasi
wanted Indio to do well at Georgetown, which was one of the best schools in the country. Kiasi noted that although Indio
had been an A student in his first semester at Georgetown, he'd gotten so bogged down with domming
Sipple, that his grades had dropped to B's and C's.And as a result of this, Kiasi
didn't think they should get together more than on weekends.
This drove Indio
crazy, especially since he knew that Kiasi was dating
at least two different women during the week. "I can't stand it, Kiasi." Indio
complained. "You want me to study nights, but you're out with these women.
And I'm so horny, I'm masturbating all the time."
Kiasi was annoyed at this. "You shouldn't be masturbating.
Haven't I told you this before? You should think of me, and perhaps stroke
yourself a few times, but that's it. I want you to be erect and enthusiastic
when we see each other on Saturdays."
But it was nearly impossible for Indio
to keep from touching himself and thinking about his African master. Indio
did try.
The first weekend they got
together, Indio had kept his hands to himself by constant cold showers, and Kiasi was quite pleased with him, though of course he put Indio
through an unusually gruelling set of punishments,
including quizzing him for a physics exam.
For every ten questions Indio
got right, he could suck one of Kiasi's toes, and for
every question Indio got wrong, he got ten whacks with a shillelagh that Kiasi
had purchased while doing a semester abroad in Scotland.
The second
weekend, Indio showed up looking abashed, because
he had masturbated. "But you didn't let me cum at all last weekend"
Indio protested, as Kiasi took
him over his knee and gave him a severe whipping. (sob)
Master, I sucked you off five times in two days and you didn't let me cum, and the cum built up." Indio whined after his whipping was over.
But Kiasi had never promised Indio he would let him cum, just that Indio couldn't cum on his own. As Kiasi said, while swinging the Irish
walking stick. "Master makes no deals!"
The whipping
was so severe that Indio did not masturbate for two weekends, and was not
allowed to cum, but the memory of the cruel Scottish stick resonated with him.
It was
incredibly difficult for Indio, as whenever he called Kiasi during the week, he heard feminine laughter, and knew
that Kiasi was getting his rocks off whenever he
liked. This just made Indio absolutely apeshit!
But for some
time, Indio was able to keep from orgasming, though quite often he would jerk off alone in
his dorm room, thinking of the African, and put ice on his balls just when it
was time to orgasm. This helped a bit.
Then, in
June of 1969, Indio and Kiasi were visiting a friend
in New York, and having some beers at the Stonewall Inn, when the police came
in to raid the bar, and for once, the gays fought back, and drove the police
off, Indio and Kiasi fighting the hardest.
To celebrate
that night, Kiasi allowed Indio to masturbate in the back alley
behind the Stonewall, and it was a great moment in gay history!
Indio was hoping to take the summer off between his
freshman and sophomore year, but Kiasi insisted that
he continue to take as many classes as he could, as he was on scholarship.
The summer
was a difficult one for Indio, as there were many temptations to
masturbate--lots of young men in brief outfits on the Georgetown campus, and in the streets. Indio showed up for another weekend having
masturbated, and Kiasi tied Indio up on the roof of his building and
lashed him with a radio antenna.
Then for
three weekends, Indio didn't masturbate, and was not allowed to cum..but then...
One Saturday they got together at Kiasi's house, when the family was away, Kiasi noticed Indio's
penis looked rather spent. "Have you been unfaithful to me?" Kiasi demanded.
Indio shook his head. "Of course not, Kiasi. I think of you only."
Kiasi's brow became thunderous. "Then you've been masturbating,
haven't you?"
What could Indio
say? It was true. Kiasi ordered Indio
to strip and kneel on his mother's kitchen floor. Indio
did so, and watched Kiasi as the African leisurely
went about making himself sausage and eggs, occasionally tossing Indio
a bit on the floor, which the half-breed ate up like a dog.
"Stay there like the
disobedient dog you are." Kiasi said, as he
cooked the sausage. "One of the things I enjoy most about being a
non-observant Black Muslim has not been liquor, but pork...it's
good stuff."
Kiasi finally took the saucepan, after putting some sausages on
his plate, and bent the pan over Indio's
hardening cock.
Suddenly, Kiasi
spilled just a drop of the hot Wesson oil from the saucepan, and it dropped
down and hit Indio's foreskin, and Indio
rolled on the floor and grabbed his penis and screamed.
Then Kiasi
kicked Indio in the stomach, and ignored him after this, taking his
sausage and eggs into the dining room to enjoy his breakfast. Finally Kiasi came back to the kitchen.
"Get up, you feckless little wog." Kiasi ordered.
"Go to my bedroom." Indio
rose and went to Kiasi's bedroom, and the African
tied Indio on his back spreadeagled to the
bedposts.
Then Kiasi
sat down and began playing with Indio's
cock quite tenderly. Indio was amazed at how expertly the otherwise heterosexual Kiasi handled Indio's
penis. Tickling the underside of the frenulum, and
then pulling at the shaft gently, Kiasi made Indio
quite rock hard.
"Now then...I want you to
learn to be a good boy and keep your penis obedient to me!" Kiasi roared. Suddenly, Indio
saw the sausage spatula, still covered in hot grease. Kiasi
spanked Indio's penis four or five times with it, and Indio
almost blacked out.
When Indio
dared to open his eyes again, Kiasi was smiling at
him. "Your disobedient cock is still quite excited." Kiasi said, grinning. "You must be quite the
masochist."
Indio nodded ruefully. He watched Kiasi
as the black man went to the bureau and brought back a switchblade razor. Kiasi began gently rubbing it up and down Indio's
hard shaft.
"You are my slave are you
not, Indio?" Kiasi asked, as the blade
softly ran up a particularly bulging vein in Indio's
cock.
"Yesss..."
breathed Indio. He was terrified. What if Kiasi
messed up and cut Indio's vein, and Indio
died, right there? What if Kiasi was actually some
sort of serial murderer? These things happened.
"You don't behave
particularly well, and it almost seems as if you are more a slave to your penis
than you are to me. This makes me very jealous, Indio."
Kiasi took the blade off Indio's
penis and gently lifted up Indio's testicles with one hand while massaging them with the
razor, almost as if he was considering if castration was a solution to the
disloyalty problem.
"Master Kiasi"
Indio gasped. "I am loyal to you...I have just a bit of
trouble not touching myself, Sir. Please, oh please give me a chance to redeem
myself in your eyes. And do put that razor down."
"Why, Indio?"
Astonishment appeared in Kiasi's mocking eyes.
"Do you think I am going to cut your nuts off, boy? Do you think that is
the solution I am considering? I am surprised at you."
Kiasi laughed, and tossed the razor down, but then he drove his
fist brutally into Indio's scrotum, and the young half-breed screamed. "But we
are going to find a way, to cure you of this masturbation nonsense." Kiasi said severely.
And Indio
agreed, in his pain. There had to be a plan!