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For the
next few weeks, Kiasi teased
In the fall
of 1969, Kiasi allowed
But then
followed six more weeks of chastity and teasing, and for the first two and a
half weeks, Indio complained a great deal about how hard it was going without
orgasms...but then, suddenly, Indio became quite good about being taped up,
week after week, and Kiasi marveled at how accepting
Indio had finally become of being a chastity slave.
One Sunday
night, Kiasi again taped up Indio's genitals, telling
him that next weekend might be an orgasm date.
"Whatever
you want, Master. I'll see you Wednesday." Indio left, and Kiasi marveled that there were no complaints from his
faithful slaveboy. But when Kiasi
was putting away his silver duct tape, he noticed some of the torn tape from
Indio's crotch.
Peculiarly,
the silver tape was of a different hue. Kiasi picked
up the tape he'd ripped off Indio's cock, and compared it closely with the tape
that he himself had just put on Indio's crotch, and realized they were two
different brands.
Kiasi
smiled grimly. "Well, no wonder there has been no whining in the past
month." Kiasi wondered whether Indio had been
masturbating every day, or fucking every gayboy in
Washington, DC...this was annoying.
There was
no doubt that Kiasi had to punish Indio for his
trick, but he also had to find a way to ensure that Indio's chastity would be
as permanent as Kiasi wanted it to be.
The next
time Indio came over, Kiasi gave Indio a hug. "I
have some good news, my Indio...you no longer have to wear that annoying
tape."
Indio
smiled "Really? We aren't going to do the chastity." Oh this is good
news, Indio thought.
Kiasi
smiled genuinely. "No, no...of course your chastity is mandatory for as
long as you are my slaveboy. Indeed, I want to extend
the periods that you are chaste, as you seem so much more passionate..
but I felt
so badly about how sticky it must be, and ripping off all the tape and all
that, so I have a surprise for you." Indio was just amazed, as Kiasi drove Indio to a tenement apartment in a dubious part
of Southeast D.C.
They went
up four flights of stairs, and Kiasi knocked on a
bedraggled looking door. Bang-Bang! "Pimples! Wake up, oh
Lieutenant!"
Kiasi banged on the door several times, and finally there
was a New York voice "Aright aready quitcha banging dere." The
door opened after many bolts were pulled, and what appeared to be a lizard in
pink overalls looked out.
"Kiasi! Oh, Jesus, why so early, man!" The lizard-ish fellow, who was about five foot three, dragged on a
Camel unfiltered cigarette that seemed to be stuck to his lower lip, blew snot
out of his nose against the door, then burst into a violent smoker's cough.
When Indio
told me about "Pimples" Petrucci later, he
said that Pimples made the Dustin Hoffman Ratso Rizzo
character in "Midnight Cowboy" seem like Arnold Schwarznegger.
As Pimples
coughed and wiped himself on his bright pink overalls, Indio looked at Kiasi. "I don't know what this is about, Master, but I
think we should go."
Kiasi
smiled. "Nonsense, Indio! This will be a new and invigorating experience
for you."
Pimples
opened the door, and Kiasi and Indio stepped gingerly
into a grimy apartment. To the fastidious Indio, he thought he'd fallen into
some sort of gay Hell.
The walls
were covered with 1930's and 40's pictures of muscle men in bathing trunks, and
the floor was littered with cigarette butts, empty Madeira bottles and Judy
Garland album covers.
"So
you(hack) brought him (cough!) he's a cutie, Kiasi."
Pimples inhaled the cigarette and squinted at Indio through thick
sunglasses. How Pimples could see through the mirrored shades in the dark
apartment was anyone's guess.
"Pimples
and I served in Viet Nam together" Kiasi told
Indio proudly. "And Pimples was my very first male lover." As Indio's
stomach turned, Pimples nodded proudly.
"Yeah,
we was in (cough) a foxhole,(hack) Kiasi and(cough)
I, an' I (hack) said life was(cough) short, an' (hack) we(Cough) might(hack)
die, so why not let (Cough)me suck his dick?"
As Pimples
told this, the cigarette hung on the side of his mouth, and Indio was staggered
that Pimples didn't have to take it out to breathe. "Kiasi
(hack) is (hack) a god, ain't (cough) he?"
Kiasi
grinned, and hugged Pimples. He picked the little man up, and patted him on the
back as he hugged him, and Pimples coughed and spat phlegm over Kiasi's back, making the African look like he was burping
the world's most revolting infant.
Silently,
Indio wondered if Pimples had removed his cigarette before putting Kiasi's penis in his mouth.
"I
didn't know before I met Pimples that I was bisexual, can you imagine,
Indio?"
Indio
thought silently that if he'd been propositioned by Pimples that he,
Indio might well have become a heterosexual.
"Indio,
Pimples is going to give you a Prince Albert." Kiasi
said in a friendly way. "A-a what?" Indio asked, sweating.
"You're
right, Pimples, perhaps I should let him have some refreshment first." Kiasi said as he looked at the sweating Indio.
This was a
code word, for Pimples nodded at a bottle of chloroform on a shelf.
Pimples
offered Indio a Coca-cola, and as Indio turned, Kiasi
put a rag over Indio's mouth and nose, and Indio passed out.
"Y-see,
it works (cough) better when(hack) I give a slave a (cough) piercing this
way, Kiasi" explained Pimples, as they carried
Indio into the "operating theater" "'Cause they always(hack)
have these, like...hygiene(cough) questions?"
Ten minutes
later, Indio was lying on a table, and Pimples was bending over him. Kiasi watched impassively as Pimples ripped off the duct
tape, and inserted a tube into Indio's urethra, then poking a needle into
the tube.
Kiasi winced, watching the needle and tube being pushed
into the little hole at the end of Indio's cock.
"There
might (hack) be a little (cough) blood, Kiasi,
so if you're queasy..." Kiasi went to look out
the window.
Finally
Pimples announced that Kiasi could turn around, and Kiasi was amazed to see a metal ring that was simultanously hooked through Indio's glans
and through his scrotum.
"It's
beautiful" Kiasi said.
When Indio
came to, and saw what had been done to him, there was a bit of a scene.
"But Indio." Kiasi said gently, "I did
not ask you to cheat on me by removing your tape and masturbating. You broke
our trust.
If
you like, Pimples will remove the chastity piercing, and we can break off our
relationship...but if we are to continue being Master and slave, I must be sure
that you are going to stay faithful to me."
Indio
looked at Kiasi, at his beautiful muscles, his
straight white teeth, and compelling brown eyes, and realized that he'd found
love, his first love since Eugene had left Boysville,
and he knew how important Kiasi was to him.
"All
right...so you will remove it from time to time then, Indio asked? "I will
get this off now and then."
Kiasi
smiled grandly. "I have even better news in that fashion, Indio. You need
to cum, and Pimples is very lonely. I will make a bargain with you.
You can
serve me while pierced, and whenever you want to have an orgasm, you can come
to Pimples and spend the night with him, serving HIS every whim, and you are a
splendid cocksucker...
and then
Pimples will remove your piercing so you can masturbate, and then replace it.
Isn't that splendid?"
Indio
looked with sickened eyes at Pimples, who had just removed his upper dental
plate and was polishing the tobacco stains off on an old rag. "An' I can
suck you too, baby..." Pimples leered at Indio. "When I take out my
uppers and my lowers, I got a mouth like velvet, you know?"
Indio
looked beggingly at Kiasi.
"There must be a better way, Master. Is there nothing else I can do...I
can't masturbate in front of you, Sir.?"
Kiasi
shook his head with annoyance. "No, I want our get togethers
to be about serving me, not involving your satisfaction at all. You can work
that out with Pimples. Perhaps you are not quite attracted to him now, but
after a few months of chastity I have no doubt you will be banging at his door.
And
Indio, if you take any alternative, and sneak this Prince Albert thing off
without doing as I say, you and I will be finished. Finito.
Now, I want you to give Pimples a nice blowjob as payment for his good
work."
As Pimples
dropped his filthy pink overalls, and Indio dropped to his knees, Kiasi looked out the window once more, whistling.
.
Well, Indio
discovered that Pimples wasn't just nasty outside, but inside too. He was a
real little creep. The next eight months were hell for my brother of choice, as
he was taking harsh punishment sessions with Kiasi,
which really turned him on.
Then in the
evenings, Indio was engaging in evening make-out get togethers with repressed young men from Georgetown
University, (Indio was a legend in the tea rooms at the University--every
restroom had at least one drilled hole with a bit of cotton around it.) So with
all the dick-sucking Indio was doing, and not getting to reciprocate, it was
just awful.
Once in a
while Indio would show one of his lovers the cruel Prince Albert piercing, and
the young men, saddened by Indio's plight, would lick and kiss his cruelly
bowed cock.
This was
delicious for Indio, but of course he couldn't cum, and he'd leave the evening
with a sore mouth from all the cocksucking and still
be completely horny with his balls full because his partner could only
reciprocate so much.
So, as Kiasi had advised, Indio could see Pimples as much as he
wanted to "You can cum every morning after servicing Pimples every
night" Kiasi would say, laughing. But Indio was
so horribly revolted by Pimples, that he waited forty days the first time
before finally going and knocking on the door of Pimples's
cold water tenement flat.
I didn't
ever meet Pimples, but Indio found an old Public Assistance identification card
on Pimples's floor and sent it to me, along with Pimples's parole ID from an ancient pederasty conviction.
The photos weren't good, but I have never seen a fouler creature.
His name
should have been Pockmarks instead of Pimples, or maybe LupusLeperman.
Though the boy had his fair share of acne, there were plenty of other
dermatological horrors--eczema, hives, occasional shingles (15 years before the
advent of HIV, my hearers)warts, impetigo, Herpes Simplex Everything, and
it turned out that the reason Pimples wore sunglasses in his dark little
apartment was because he was "half albino." It's proof that they took
EVERYONE for Vietnam.
In addition
to this, Pimples had some nasty tubercular condition, and was constantly
coughing up his lungs, spitting, and dropping his dental plates everywhere.
You'd think
that Pimples, would consider that he was such a repulsivo,
and make the sex that Indio was to give him very easy-going, maybe a quick
blowjob or something. But no...Pimples wanted it all, as if he were a Greek
God!
"Neck
with me, half-caste, lick my canker sores in my mouth and lick my hole
body!" Think of it, all one hundred and eleven pustules! And then, of
course, a bit of rimming.
And Pimples
was just insatiable--Indio had to suck Pimple's pee-pee four or five times, and
quite often Pimples wanted to do the money shot all over Indio's poor face.
When Pimples had had enough lovin' for the night, he
ordered Indio to clean the apartment, and make Pimples and his friends
dinner...
Then, after
dinner, Indio had to let Pimples butt-fuck him, and turn him over and do
horrific other things. One of Pimples's amusements
was to shove old Christmas tree ornaments up Indio's ass, and to tie fireworks
to Indio's balls and set them off... Now and again he'd bind poor Indio down
and throw darts at his ass, yes Pimples was a horrible bully!
And Pimples's vanity was just beyond mention. At one point when
Pimples was trying to kiss Indio, Indio turned his head away from Pimples, and
this enraged the Lupus-Leperman so much that Pimples
actually took his belt off and strapped Indio's palms, which was far harsher
than whipping the buttocks.
And of
course Indio didn't get to jerk off til the next morning.
When Indio tried to masturbate a second time, Pimples said "Oh no, not
unless you spend today and tonight with me, baby!"
So Indio
sadly allowed Pimples to lock him back up again in the Prince Albert, and
didn't return to the horrible little apartment for another seventeen days...and
after that, Indio had been so revoltoed that he
stayed away without release for another twenty-two days of celibate hell. And
that's a lot for a handsome nineteen year old boy.
All during
this, Indio was servicing Kiasi and taking vicious
punishments from the African.
It
mystifies your writer, Hooks here what you masochists value in being abused,
because Indio kept writing me these horrible bitter letters about how horny he
was, but how reluctant he was to see Pimples again.
But
finally, Indio was so horny that he began coming to see Pimples every three or
four days. He was cheerful about it, and really, really tried to make Pimples
feel as if he was an attractive guy when being serviced. This may well have been
a mistake, though.
Because
Pimples should have been called Pimp for short. After a few weeks, Pimples
called Kiasi and asked him if Kiasi
thought that it would be all right if Pimples had Indio service some of his
other gross friends--people he'd met at traffic school,in
the public restroom at Dupont Circle, and in the infamous alley behind the Trailways station.
Kiasi
said that was up to Indio, mercifully. But at some point, Pimples had really
begun to understand Indio's character, and so the next time the olive skinned
beauty showed up at the leper's door, the message was clear. First Pimples
stripped Indio down and tied him over a hassock, and wore out a wet towel on
Indio's quivering ass.
CRACK!
WHACK! SLASH! TWHACK! After Indio was good and bruised, Pimples threw the towel
down. "Look here, you disgusting half-breed. I've decided that I'm not
going to let you cum unless you service some of my friends.
Kiasi
says it's up to you, but I'll tell you something. You can get the fuck out of
here and find someone else to take that Prince Albert piercing out of your
cock, or you can give it up to a couple of my pals."
What could
Indio do? He was under the spell of his Master Kiasi
and something in Pimples's message appealed to the
inner slaveboy of Indio, I guess. So Indio just
nodded his head and said "Whatever you want, Master Pimples." and
then true hell began for my poor brother of choice.
The first
night, Indio just blew three of Pimple's friends, and they were greasy
blue-collar types, and let one of them beat him with a belt a little bit. And
then of course Indio cleaned Pimples's disgusting
apartment, and then serviced the troll all night long.
Pimples was
even more excited by Indio's subservience, and he spent most of that night
straddled on Indio's head slamming his cock in Indio's mouth, and calling Indio
a bitch. "I'm going to whore you out something considerable, you wog bitch!" It was a bad time for our Georgetown
University sophomore.
The next
morning, Indio prepared to jerk off, but Pimples insisted that Indio rub his
dick against the dining room table "like the dog you are". Indio is
cursed with masochism as well as sadism, and Pimples was not surprised to see
Indio return that night, which was advantageous for Pimples, who was hosting a
combination between a crossdresser's salon and a
shooting gallery.
Yes, twelve
obese transvestite drug addicts shooting up and listening to Billie Holliday.
Imagine their surprise when, in addition to Pimples providing the scag, the works, and the place to shoot up in...he also was
bringing in sex!
I think the
trannys paid Pimples ten bucks each, which was good
money in that time, to have Indio bathe, massage and sexually service each one
of them, before Indio went to his old chores of cleaning Pimples's
apartment and of course servicing the so-called Master.
The
following night, Indio came back once again, and Pimples introduced Indio to a
strange man called Count Iglehart. "Now the
Count has some peculiar desires that I don't really understand, Indio, but I
want you to do his favors, and if you do them well, I will allow you to
masturbate twice tomorrow, and in addition, I will let him tip you cash if you
like."
Indio shook
hands with the Count, who was a sixty-seven year old man with white hair,
peculiarly dressed in short pants and a little jacket and cap--of the sort that
schoolboys wore back at Harrow and Eton.
The Count
handed Indio a wicked looking cane and said "I've not done my lines,
Master...are you angry?"
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