I tell this story about my friend
Eugene and I took
A few years before Indio got to Boysville,
Eugene and a guy who left called the Mongrel had “toughened” me up—it had taken
a week, and as soon as I’d gone through a week or two of it, I could handle
myself, and I didn’t want any more toughening.
Eugene had only had to tie me down a couple of times naked and
whip my ass with a strop before I learned fast not to make too much noise, and
then I was tough, and the Mongrel taught me to use my hands, which took care of
the bullies.
But
“
I’d tied Indio’s little wrists behind his back with
clothesline, and knotted his ankles together, and stepped back as Eugene had
come forth with the tools that he’d used on me—the first being a straightened
coat hanger with a black tape handle.
I’d burst into tears when Eugene had lashed me with the damn
thing, but after two or three beatings, I’d been able to laugh when creeps like
Millard had tried to work me over using just a weeny
little plastic paint-paddle.
WHACK! WHACK! As
“Hey man, you’re not in shock are you?”
But
“I know you’re doing this because you love me, Eugene, and I love you too…and I need to get hit a little bit, I don’t know why. But I know what I need.”
After this, I kind of felt as if I belonged elsewhere…can’t really explain it. So I split.
I still don’t really
get it, hurting and wanting to be hurt, but I’m just the scribe here. I kept
journals throughout my life, and so I’ll tell you as much as I can about what
It turned out that
And
But
This relationship between
I was always telling
So now and then, though Indio was not attracted to me at all, Eugene would call us both out in the woods, and he’d strip Indio naked in front of me, and give Indio a good thrashing with a rubber fan belt or that nasty straightened coat hanger…and then he’d order Indio to suck my dick and lick my balls.
And
My memories of being in the woods, and Eugene ALWAYS dragged
us to some place where there was lots of broken glass from where some of the
boys would smuggle in beer…and
I guess if I’d been a better friend to
“You pitiful little queer—I can’t believe that Hooks and I
can stand looking at you, you’re so ugly and brown and worthless.” And
"Please Master, I love you, Master...I'd do anything for you!"
And it was true...he'd eat
Then
“The only way that Hooks and I can stand to be around you is
if you suck both our dicks, and you have to do Hooksy’s
first, boy!” And then
Then
Finally, he’d ask again if Indio would suck “Master” Hookmyer’s dick, and Indio would crawl wearily over to me and unzip my pants and pull my long, thick penis out and just suck on it like there was nobodys business…oh, it felt good!
And I’d cum all over Indio’s face, and then he’d shuffle on his knees to Eugene and suck HIS dick as well, and then Eugene would make Indio do mine again…we were teenagers, and there was lots of energy in our dicks!
Finally after Eugene and I had both cum about six times,
then
Sometimes it had been a while since
So after Eugene and I had gotten our relief and Indio was jerking off, sometimes right as Indio was about to squirt, Eugene would start whaling on Indio with whatever he’d brought to beat Indio with…he’d swat Indio’s dick with the straightened coat hanger, and the boy would cry, but not make a sound.
Then
But finally
And then, even though it was on the ground, Eugene would kick the shit out of Indio, slapping him and twisting Indio’s hair, kicking Indio in the stomach as the boy curled up crying…”You little piece of shit, how dare you sully our national forests with your gross spooge! Lick that up, right in the dirt, come on, you little half-breed piece of vomit. Get down there!”
And as
But no matter how hard
But most of the time it was just
And then
And frankly, though I never said this to
But then the letters stopped coming, and
Sumner Beale, who at that time was Associate Director of Boysville wasn't a bad guy, and
as I stayed on at Boysville as an employee, we became friends so I heard
Sumner's side of what happened between him and
Sumner was a
pervert S&M type, just like
In 1968,
they didn't really have counseling even for homosexuals, much less S&M paraphilia addictions, and there were ridiculous, draconian
penalties for dirty magazines and even masturbation. Ridiculous,
but true.
o,
Indioee got a problem here.?Sumner
looked at
I
not sure what Sumner expected
Sumner
slammed his fist against the desk ou should have left it in the
garbage! That where stuff like that belongs! Thathat?
Sumner paused then. hose garbage can did you get it out of?
About a
month later,
ndio,
why is Hookmyer here??Sumner said sharply, and I was surprised as well. I was
working in the Boysville motor pool, and had hoped to just sneak off to share
an afternoon joint with
ooks,
I wanted you to come as a witnessr. Beale has been a bad boy, and Ie
brought him here to take a severe punishment.?
Sumner
coughed. his is an outrage..this? But of
course what could he say?
ou
remember how we were complaining that the kitchen has cut the budget for
dessert this month? Well, that was Mr. Beale decision, so they could
hire more math tutorsnd I think that a bit annoying for us
strong blooded youth. You deserve a punishment, Mr. Beale. Remove your suit immediately.?lt;/DIV>
I watched in
amazement as Sumner Beale began arguing with
When Sumner
was naked,
o
that was the um, outcome of the porn interview, right? He your uh,
slave.?I was just goggling at the two of them. amn Sumner, Eugene would
be proud.?lt;/DIV>
hat
right, Hooksan you believe this sodomite? Indio suddenly swung the
spruce switch in his hand, landing it hard on
Sumner backside?would have the nerve to blackmail me. ME. IQ
175!?With this egocentric comment, Indio went into a rage.
WHACK!
THWACK! WHACK! WHACK! As Sumner Beale
tried to dart away, Indio grabbed his arm and bent it behind his back, slamming
Sumner over a stump. Up and down the switch fell, and Sumner, not a stoic like
Indio, began screaming and crying.
Suddenly,
Sumner broke away and tried to run off, but then jogged back. hat
wrong, Mr. Beale??Indio snorted. ou can run off without your
clothes, right? Maybe wel take these clothes and burn them."
What could
Sumner do? And you could see that he was hard. Part of him liked this
immensely. aster Indio, please let me off, Sir. I sorry about
the tutors and the desserts sorry I tried to blackmail
you.?lt;/div>
Indio just
snorted, flexing his arms in his wife-beater tank top. Indio had beautiful,
golden pecs, and Sumner watched him hungrily.
Later I
learned that they been meeting secretly in Sumner office, and
also at his house, which was right outside Boysville (of course, since that
where Eugene and Indio found the first copy of Drumbeat Magazine.) In the past
thirty days, Sumner had become quite the little slave of Indio, and in my
opinion, Indio was taking advantage shamelessly.
sn
he chubby??Indio asked me as we stood in the woods, watching Sumner shiver. e
doesn jog, he doesn work out, he just eats like a rutting pig.
Do some jogging, boy!?With that, Indio whacked Sumner on his plump asscheeks
and our Associate Director shrieked and began running off, with Indio after
him, flailing away.
I watched in
amusement as they did about four laps around the woods before Sumner came
bobbling back with Indio following. Apparently there was a lot of that going on
at Sumner house, too. Indio would sit on a chair and swing his belt,
cracking Sumner ass or flicking it against Sumner hip, like you
do to another guy with a towel in the gym, while giving Sumner orders. et
my cigarettes!?flick thwap! ring me a sandwich!?lt;/div>
And then of
course Indio would pretend to get disgruntled because Sumner was being assy?
and he turn Sumner over the armchair of his sofa and begin landing the
belt against Sumner ass until the poor Associate Director was in full
tears, biting the sofa cushions to keep from screaming.
At the end
of the activity in the woods, Indio ordered the Associate Director of
Boysville,a man I had been in fear of since I'd arrived at the orphan farm in
my fifth year, to suck my cock and lick my boots, and that was quite a nice
feeling.
As was the
raise that Indio ordered Sumner to give me for my good work in the Boysville
motor pool. Sonofabitch if I didn't end up working at
Boysville for eleven years after I was old enough to leave! (That bus
driver had a Biiig dick, and that might have been the lure for me.)
Soon it was
June, and Indio was graduating from the high school in town. Sumner Beale and I
attended, and there had been a congratulatory letter from Eugene, now
chauffering a lieutenant general around at a base in the Phillipines. Humble
work,but better than going to Vietnam, which was claiming an alarming number
of Boysville residents. (I'd offered my
draft board a group blowjob, which had nicely 4-F'd me.)
"My
goal is to get back together with Eugene, but I guess he's not going to be back
in the States, so I might as well take this crummy scholarship."Indio told
me.
Sumner
didn't take it well that Indio was leaving, and he begged him constantly to
stay around and go to the local community college.
"Or I
could go with you." Sumner said, lying in his bathtub. I was watching
Indio teach Sumner autofellatio, or how to suck his own dick.
WHACK! Indio
landed his belt across Sumner's bare stomach. "Shut up, Sumner...I'm sick
of you, you're a whining excuse for a submissive, and frankly, I'm off for
better things." Indio said severely, waving the buckle end of the strap at
Sumner. "Now grab your thighs."
"But
Indio, you're the love of my life..tell him, Hooks!" WHACK! WHACK! The
belt landed on Sumner's thigh--Indio couldn't reach Sumner's butt because
Sumner was lying on it--"P-please Master!"
Finally
Indio pulled up Sumner's leg from the bathtub, and landed four hard ones across
Sumner's flabby ass, and the Boysville Associate Director burst into tears.
"Jesus,
Hooks what a pain in the ass!" Indio said savagely. "Here I have the
bastard lying in his tub so he can arch his back enough to suck his own dick,
and he's just interrupting me. As you remember, Eugene taught me to do it by
just jacking my legs over my head, but Sumner here is too goddam fat."
Indio
slammed the belt against Sumner again. "Now shut your face and walk your
feet up the wall, so you can pull your back down into the tub, or I am going to
make you scream!" Indio looked so frightening that Sumner shut up and
pulled his butt and his head down until his hips were out of the end of the
tub.
Indio winked
at me. "this is a good project for Sumner. I've ordered him to only get
off by sucking his own dick after I'm gone, and it's lucky he has this nice tub
to train his body in instead of sharing a shower with 200 other delinquents
like we've had to do at Boysville our whole lives."
Finally
Sumner's hips were right over his face in the bathtub and Indio and I pushed on
Sumner's butt until his penis was shoved right in his mouth.
"Now
suck boy!" Indio ordered harshly. Sumner looked hesitant, and kept
babbling about Indio leaving, so Indio whacked Sumner's ass as it was now
conveniently over his head. WHACK! CRACK! SLAP!
Sumner began
bellowing, but finally our Director took his own cock in his mouth and
immediately let go of it. "It tastes awful!" Sumner complained.
"Hah!"
Indio winked at me again. "All the dicks you've sucked in your life,
including mine, and you can't suck your own...it's just oral masturbation,
Sumner."
Indio used
the belt like an artist, until Sumner was thorougly marked...and finally the
Associate Director took his dick back in his mouth and began sucking with
gusto.
"You
have to cum faster, Sumner, or I am going to tie you in the bathtub all night
like this!" Indio warned. Sumner was terrified, and began sucking faster
and faster, and finally had a nice mouthful of spew. We let him out of the tub
and the three of us went out for a beer--it was Indio's last night.
The next
day, Inido took off for Georgetown University in DC, and I didn't see him much
for the next few years. Everything I tell you about Indio's adventures after
this come from a compilation of his letters and phone calls, and what I know of
his character.
Indio drove
into Washington D.C. as Sumner had made Indio a present of his VW Bug. He knew
no one at the prestigious Georgetown University, having lived his whole life as
an impoverished and institutionalized orphan, but first thing you know he has a
slave.
Sipple Knox
was what they call a "fourth generation legacy", a rich boy who
didn't have a lot of smarts, and just got into Georgetown 'cause all his
relatives did. Sip couldn't take his eyes off Indio, though--partially
because they were roommates.
Only my
Indio could turn his previously heterosexual assigned dorm-fellow into a slave
lackey boy. Sip was fascinated by Indio, but at first he thought it was just
because of Indio's muscles--as I've said before, Indio was either a half-Arab,
or half-Indian, and they're not known for muscle, but Indio had quite a bit of
it, though he was very slender and not that tall.
Indio spent
a lot of time sleeping on his bed the week before classes started, and Sip was
always jabbering to Indio about how good he looked. Just, of course because Sip
thought he wanted workout tips from Indio. Of course.
Indio spent
a lot of time reading his favorites since childhood--Dewey, Emerson, Hegel,
Hobbes, Hume, Kant, Leibniz, Locke, Machiavelli, Mill, Plato, ... and of
course, studying his mathbooks, as he was a math
major.
But our boy Sip
just bothered
"Zip up,
Sip!"
Sipple was terrified. "Please,
After all, Sip
was rich and alumni connected, and his granddad had built the school a gym just
to ensure Sip's admittance! But Sip looked so pathetic that
"Look,
you're off the hook, Sippie." he said as he took
his towel off and rubbed his lovely naked brown body with it, making sure all
his pectorals and his beautiful nipples were dry.
"No, please
don't leave, Indio." he begged. "I'll do anything to have you stay. I
couldn't live with myself if you were gone. I just broke off with Babs because she was complaining that we hang out too
much...p-please, I'll do anything."
"An-anything." Sip then said, but his tone was a little
scared. They went back to the dorm room, and
"What's
that?" Sipple asked nervously, as Indio took a
couple of practice swings in the air. "This is what my brother of choice
in the orphanage used on me when I got out of line." Indio said firmly.
"It made me the man I am today."
Indio turned and
looked at Sip steadily. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to see my
body, Sip, but there's a lot wrong with sneaking around and not admitting that
you're a full-fledged faggot, just as I am. Take down your pants, young
man."
Now it must be
mentioned that Sipple was actually a sophomore, and
at least a year and a half older than Indio. So the "young man"
comment was rather strange.
But Sip's dick got
hard as he heard that--later he told Indio that his grandfather, Sipple II, had often said the same words to young Sip, as Sipple II deplored Sipple IV's
raising at the hands of his too indulgent parents.
Many times when
Sip had been visiting his grandfather's farm in the summers and had fucked up
in some way--stealing jam or whatnot--his grandfather had taken Sip's pants
down and given him severe "larrupings" as
they were called.
So Sip, sweating
bullets, undid his pants in front of Indio, and pulled them down, undies as well. "Over your bed, Sip." Indio said
and the bigger boy lay across his bed, closing his eyes in terror.
"Now I want
you to tell me how grateful you are that I'm taking the time to punish you, Sipple." Indio said solemnly. "After every lash
from my uh, lasher I want you to thank me--say, 'Thank you, Indio for taking
the time to help me.' All right?"
Sip nodded
affirmatively. Indio got pissed off. "That's no way to answer me. God, you
make me sick." WHACK! There was a thin red line across Sipple's
fat buttocks. "Well?" Indio demanded.
Sip coughed.
"Th-thank you Indio for helping me out."
WHACK WHACK WHACK!
"Goddamn it Sipple, I told you to say 'Thank
you, Indio for taking the time to help me.' not some mumble that you came
up with. We'll try again."
Indio lifted the
coat hanger again and landed the vicious steel wire across Sipple's
butt. "Th-thank you--oh it hurts--Indio
for-for-"
"Taking the
time" Indio prompted, and then whacked Sip again. "Why don't you
start over." WHACK WHACK
Now Sip was
sobbing. "Thank you, Indio for taking the trouble to help me."
Indio became very
upset. "Now I told you to use the word 'time' and you used the word
'trouble'. I get the impression that you are sassing me, Sip."
Sipple howled. "No, it just hurts so much,
Indio--I have trouble concentrating."
Indio shook his
dark head. "I'm afraid that's not much excuse, as certainly you
concentrated well enough when you were staring at me in the shower!" Indio
ordered Sipple to rise.
"I think I'm
going to have to punish your dick for distracting you so much." Indio
said, tapping the coat hanger against his palm. " You're half
naked--why don't you take your clothes off and stand in front of me, and we'll
take care of this penis problem." This time Sipple
gulped, and as they say in 7-Eleven parlance, it was a Big Gulp.
Now Sip was standing in front of Indio, trembling, but his cock
was getting hard against its will. I can imagine Indio staring daggers at Sip,
wearing his tight black turtleneck or one of his muscle shirts, and Sippers
just couldn't stop being excited.
Indio put the coat hanger back in the
drawer and took a wooden third-grade school ruler with "PROPERTY OF
BOYSVILLE-FRANKFORT" on the back. and rubbed it gently up and down his
fingers.
Eugene had done quite a bit of genitorture on poor Indio in his time, after he'd learned
that Indio was a natural masochist, so perhaps Indio wanted to get some of his
own back. Sip was terrified, but Indio could tell he was also compelled.
Suddenly there was a knock on the dorm
room door. "Hey Sip" came the voice of Diocletian "Binky" Soames. "Come on
out and shoot baskets with us, and then we're going to Lauren's party in Foggy
Bottom. She's got a whole apartment to herself, man...and her friends are going
to be there."
Indio softly said, "Sip, if you
want to go, I won't stop you man. This punishment is for your own good, but you
can go if you like." Sip shook his head.
"Binky,
it's okay, I got some studying to do, and Indio's helping me. Have a
blast!"
"You sure?"Binky
couldn't believe that Sip would turn down possible sex at Lauren's.
"No, go ahead." Sip said.
Indio smiled at Sip and reached over and began casually stroking Sip's cock,
making it harder. "You're quite the boy there, Sipple.
You know what you need from Daddy, and I'm damn proud of you."
Sip blushed under Indio's praise. He'd
gotten not much real praise from his rich parents, who gave him whatever he
wanted, and Sip's grandfather who had provided all the firm love Sip needed,
had died when Sip was in high school.
"Now you're going to prove to me
that you're a big, brave boy, Sip!" Indio said with geniuine
love. "Put your hands behind your back and jut out your cock."
"B-but maybe we can stop
now..." Sip said hesitatingly "I mean...I've been good." Sip was
scared to death, but you could tell how hard his cock was. "I thought
maybe we could fool around a little."
Indio smiled at Sip. "Haven't you
ever heard the saying, 'After the feast, there's the reckoning?' Well, you had your
feast watching me in the shower, and now comes your reckoning...and then maybe
there will be another feast, maybe not."
Sip ended up jutting his penis out and
closing his eyes. Sip put his hands behind his back. Indio lifted the ruler
over Sip's penis. SNAP! Sip was somewhat of a tough guy, he'd played halfback
for the football team at the Hill School as a teenager, but the crack of the
wooden ruler against his cock was nasty.
SNAP! CRACK! WHAP! After these three
slaps, Sip howled, and grabbed his cock and did a dance around the dorm.
"Nice jitterbugging there," Indio said admiringly. "But you must
learn to take your punishment with more um, gravitas."
"B-but it hurts so much." Sip
said tearfully. "My penis is raw, man." Indio shook his head sympathetically.
"Yes, it's not doing well, look at that little trickle of blood by your cockhead. But Sip, this is a valuable lesson for your
penis. It's got to stop leading you into weird-ass situations like beating off
while I'm in the shower. Your penis will thank us BOTH for this eventually. Now
hands behind your back, and jut your dick out once again."
Sip obeyed reluctantly. Indio shook his
head. "I just can't trust you not to grab your dick again before I'm done,
son. So I'm going to have to bind your hands with this cord from your
clock-radio. I'm gonna have to cut off the cord, but
for a rich boy like you, new clock-radios are a dime a dozen." After Indio
had tied Sip's hands he made Sip stand against the dresser so he wouldn't
dance.
"Now, Sip, close your eyes as
before." Sip closed his eyes unhappily. Indio put his arm around Sip's
shoulder and kissed Sip on the ear, which made Sip's dick go up considerably.
"Now I want you to make your Master proud" This was the first time
that Indio had referred to himself as "Master".
"Prove to me that you can take
this pain...show me what you can do, and I might let you have a treat
later." Sip nodded his head quickly, his eyes still closed. Indio lifted
the ruler.
WHACK! SNAP! CRACK! The three
times that the ruler hit caused Sipple to gasp and he
tried to move away from the dresser. But while his hands were tied, Indio had
used an extra length of cord to secure him to the dresser, so Sip kept trying
to pull away from the dresser. Whenever the cord that was attache
to the drawer pulled out, Indio pushed it back in.
"Sip, don't you trust me,
baby?" Indio asked as he leaned over and kissed Sip's neck a bit.
"I want you to be the man I know you can be. But you need to learn to
accept pain. Can you be a good boy and learn to accept pain?"
Sip nodded distractedly. Indio patted
Sip's shoulder again, and raised the ruler. This time, Sip kept his eyes open.
"That's right, baby." Indio whispered. "This is a beautiful
thing...live in it."
WHAP! CRACK! SLAP! RAP! Sip was able to
take the punishment to his cock this time with a minimum of moans and jumps,
though it was obvious that he was still in full pain. Indio reached down and
grabbed Sip's balls and squeezed them sharply, and Sip buckled for a moment,
but as Indio released him, he stood up tall and proud.
After it was over, Indio asked Sip what
he wanted his treat to be, and Sip unbuckled Indio's pants and began sucking
Indio's dick greedily. It was Sip's first time, but Indio reported that the boy
didn't do badly.
Soon after this, Sip asked his parents
to fund an off-campus apartment...they were so relieved he didn't want to live
with his girlfriend that they didn't ask too much about the minority
scholarship student that Sip was trying to help out.
And they were pleasantly surprised! Sip
gave up smoking pot and excessive drinking, and though Indio was only a
freshman, he could dance circles round Sip intellectually, and began tutoring
Sip in the subjects he was getting C's and D's in.
"Much of Sip's problems"
Indio wrote me, "Are with laziness more than lack of intelligence. So I've
told him that I expect good results. Anything less than a B on a minor paper or
quiz is going to result in thirty with the coat hanger whip; and on tests and
exams and term papers, he'd better pull up or he's going to get seriously
hurt!"
"Aarrgh!" Sip screamed one afternoon as
The marble
was elegant, but quite cold! Sip was on his back, wrists knotted behind
him...but he was grateful he wasn't on his stomach, as not only were there
about seven traps on his crotch, but there was one on each nipple as well.
"How
my nipples hurt" Sip whined, and
"You
are fortunate you didn't train under my Master Eugene, Sipple.
He used to attach a cowbell to my nipple clamps and make me walk around ringing
all day!" Thinking of it,
And the
pain was excruciating. "Oh, what are you doing to me, Master?" Sip
gasped, as tears rolled down his face. "I must like it because my dick is hard,but it's all so painful!"
"Well,
what you're feeling is pressure to your shaft, Sip."
"Although
the shaft is not very sensitive when flaccid, as it fills with blood during
your sexual excitement, Sipple, the pressure makes it
extremely sensitive."
"I
want these off, anything but these!" screamed Sip. "Why on my
balls?"
He reached
behind him and brought out a stainless steel cylinder about the size of a can
of beans.
As Sip
gaped,
"Ah, that' s the sign that we can set your crush level at point
four."
Now Sip was
a bit more quiet, as the gin trickled down the back of
his throat.
Sip's eyes
bulged as he watched
Again
Finally,
His
mousetrap covered cock was visible, but his balls were completely contained by
the Cylinder! And it was heavy. What could Sip do? His hands were tied behind
his back.
"Now
then, step into these"
At lunch after
There I was
with mousetraps on nipples and cock, and that horrible Crusher on my balls,
trying to balance myself on the goddam high heels,
with my hands behind my back...but was that all?"
Sipple
paused and downed a bit of gin and tonic. "No,
We'd stayed
up all night drinking, eating catered food and smoking cigarettes, and watching
television, and of course, blaring music.
After
And believe
you, Hooks, I had a job ahead of me. We had these real
expensive Wedgwood plates, and carrying one in my mouth hurt my teeth, because
they were so delicate. First thing I drop one and have to end up licking
cigarette butts and pieces of anchovy off the floor, and it took me nearly four
hours to carry each of the plates to the garbage can and shake them.
And of
course then came all the licking of the disgusting pieces of dried gum, butts,
joints and dirty food off each of the plates. But I became amazingly limber at
dropping the glasses into the dishwasher with my teeth...and I did an adequate job..but
Even after
twenty years. Sipple looked sick when he told me that
story. But I could see a nice little bulge in his pants, anyway.
Sipple
also told me that
After Sip
complained too much,
Crying because
instead of his comforting genitals, he had this big ugly silver thing between
his legs, and he didn't have room enough to pee...Sip had actually rushed home
and taken off his clothes and danced around with the horrible Crusher between
his legs, like a little boy who couldn't hold it, and had to anyway.
"Swinging
between my legs, Hooks, the Crusher kept knocking me down, hitting one leg so I
slipped and then I'd get up and dance around again, until by the time
Finally Sip
had had to beg
Sip
preferred it when Indio just crushed the balls and he had his cock out, because
then he could go to the bathroom, and it wasn't quite as painful...but Indio
was not one to shirk his duty, and Sipple had what
Indio called "lazy bladder syndrome"
Before
Indio had locked the Crusher on Sip he'd teased Sip's cock to an almost
bursting erection, and then he'd suddenly shut the poor penis inside the
Crusher, and locked it up quickly.
"Yes,
everything about your groin is spoiled." Indio said complacently.
"You jerk off when you want to, you fuck these unfortunate girls and leave
them..."
As Inido said "them" he kicked the Crusher and made
it swing between Sip's legs, which caused Sip to have both incredible pain to
his penis and testes, AND a near loss of balance.
"And
then you drink all this beer, this schnapps, this whiskey...and pee all over
the place. How many times have I made you lick your urine up from around the
toilet because you missed your aim, Sipple?"
Indio shook his head and folded his arms.
But then he
suddenly kicked The Crusher once more, harder, and Sip fell over. Sip tumbled,
the heavy Crusher swung between his legs and then swung up, hitting him on the
stomach as Sip lay on his back, gasping.
Indio found
this rather amusing. "Look how upset you are, Sipple.
And think, my Master Eugene used to put me through so much more than this. Once
we stole a catheter from the Boysville infirmary.
Eugene
bound me with my wrists tied behind my head, and a piece of surgical tubing
gripped in my teeth.
It ran from
a keg of beer to the retention catheter in my bladder. I'd try to keep
from drinking the beer, but whenever I relaxed my mouth, the beer would go down
my throat until I clenched my teeth over it.
And as the
beer went down my throat, my bladder began filling with urine, and I couldn't
pee, because of the catheter.
Sip,
I had to try to keep my teeth clenched over the tube to keep the beer
from entering, but then I'd forget, and get more beer, and my bladder became
fuller and fuller." Indio laughed as he watched Sip's eyes widen as he
finished the story.
"By
the day's end, I was dead drunk and my kidneys felt like they were going to
explode. And then, Eugene took the tube off the empty keg, did a reattachment
on my penis, and I had to pee all the urine down my throat and drink it, which
sobered me up admirably."
"And
think, Sipple, when Eugene did this to me, I was
only fourteen years old, and here you are, a big, strong, twenty-one year old
man, and you can't take a little urine retention?" Indio shook his head.
"You're
a pathetic creature, Sip. But don't you want me to train you to be a good slaveboy?"
Sipple
nodded avidly. "Master Indio, I do benefit tremendously from your
training, Sir. It's just that this Crusher business might be a bit too much for
me, Sir." Sip got back up and stood there again, the Crusher swinging
between his legs. "I just can't get used to the pain!"
Indio shook
his head again, sorrowfully. "Sip, I don't think it's gonna work out between us. You just aren't a true
masochist...you're not really a submissive, you're more of a dilletante. Maybe we should just be roommates."
Indio
watched as Sip dropped to his knees, which of course made the Crusher hit the
ground and bounce back up into his crotch. After Sip bit his lip from the
horrible sensation, he spoke. "Please, Indio, don't give up on me. This is
the best life I've ever had, Sir. I don't want anything else. I'm willing to
give up all I have for this."
And it was
true, Sip had given up a lot. Although it was a three bedroom apartment they
lived in, Sip was forced to spend most of his time at home in only one
room...and when Indio didn't need him, and when Sip wasn't studying, he often
was regaled to the closet in that room.
Sip spent
hours in the closet, waiting for Indio's next command. And he didn't seem to
complain that much, even though Indio gave Sip vicious canings and tawsings for the smallest mistakes in housework or academic
studies.
Sip felt as
if he was finally getting the discipline he needed, that in a world of
countless choices, many of the choices were being removed so he would be a bit
less confused.
As Indio
saw the tears in Sip's eyes, he began to feel somewhat moved. "All right,
but you're going to have to train harder, Sip. You must be ready for whatever I
give you."
Sip nodded
eagerly, and Indio instructed Sip to stand with one foot on a dining room
chair. As Sip did this, Indio gently moved his other leg so that his legs were
wide, and the Crusher was hanging between his foot on the floor and the foot on
the chair.
Indio went
into the other room and brought out a cane, a broomstick and a steel Louisville
Slugger, and put them on the table, retaining only the cane.
"Now
then, Sip. I want you to stand as erect as you can manage, while I put you
through some paces." Sip's face was dead white as he nodded. (And I don't
blame him. If I'd been Sip and saw that Louisville Slugger, I'd have jumped out
the window, naked with the Crusher.)
Indio bent
the cane, a nice rattan jobbie, and looked at Sip.
"Were you ever caned at school?" Indio asked as he bent and then took
practice swings with the cane.
Sip shook
his head. "No, Master. I went to a very progressive boarding school,and we were given counseling when we screwed
up." Indio chortled.
"Well,
we see how well that's done you." Indio lifted the cane and swung it
against Sip's nipples, hitting them hard. Sip jumped, and the weight of the
Crusher pulled him down on the floor. Sip lay there, holding his nipples and
crying.
Indio
sighed. "As you were." Sip got up and put his one foot on the chair
again. This time, Indio swung the cane against the Crusher, and it wobbled, and
then stood still.
"How
was that, Sip?" Indio asked kindly. He could tell that Sip wasn't doing
all that well.
"It-it
was painful, but all right." Sip answered. His balls were in incredible
pain, mushed as they were against his cock in the
Crusher. The cane had inflamed things a bit, but Sip was determined to be a man
about it. Sip breathed easily again. "I'm ready for more, Sir..whenever you are."
Later after
Indio's funeral in 1990, Sip told me that this was the beginning of his mental
health. "All my life I'd been indulged" Sip told me. "Given
whatever I wanted, a pony at six, motor scooters and minibikes
by ten or eleven...and I'd get ticketed for riding them madcap in the street,
and a cop would take them away, and my parents would buy me new ones.
I
insulted servants and teachers, and never paid any kind of price...and yet I
was miserable, and had been in therapy since third grade, and was in two drug
rehabilitation centers for heroin abuse after my junior year of prep school.
But Indio's training changed everything.
All my life
I'd just wanted peace of mind, and Indio as my Master gave me that...all I'd
ever wanted was to think one thought at a time, and after six months with
Indio, my mind stopped racing!
I never
needed therapy again, and when Indio broke up with me, he introduced me to
Doris, my dominatrix wife, and she's kept me in line since...but I was scared
the first couple of days." Sip had grinned at me that time, and I bet it
was difficult.
Twenty
years before, standing in front of Indio, with the foot on the chair, Sip said
again in a shaking voice, "Whatever you need to do to me, Master."
Indio had
grinned and had tossed the cane on the table, and picked up the sawed off broom
handle. He swung it hard, and it slammed against the Crusher, but Sip stood
firm. Indio hit it three more times, and though tears came into Sip's eyes from
the excruciating pain, he stood still and took it!
Then came
the Louisville Slugger...and Sip fell down nine or ten times before he could
stand tall for the swing and the BAAAANG of steel hitting steel. That night
when Indio took off the Crusher cylinder, Sip's balls were black and blue,
and his penis was covered in blood...but his Master was quite proud of him.
So Sipple began wearing the heavy
Crusher all the time for a while. He was allowed to urinate into the
toilet in the morning, and then he'd turn to
After he'd turned the Crusher completely so it squished Sip;s hard cock and balls, Sip
would fall to his knees, crying. "Oh Master! I love you Master, but it's
almost too much!" This would go on for a bit, which was why
"Oh I envy you, Sipple"
The Crusher was good for preventing all sorts of slave
"mischief". With it on over his cock and balls, Sip couldn't pee, get
an erection, or fuck anyone else.
Sip then had to sit through classes all day and try not to
let the Crusher be seen, and he tried to find looser and looser pants. Twice
Sip ripped his expensive pants in class when the heavy Crusher bounced too
hard, and he had to run home before anyone saw the stainless steel cylinder
peeking through the rips in his Chinos.
Finally,
They were big grey things, these coveralls, that covered Sip'e entire body, he had to step into it int he morning and pull it over his shoulders. But it did
hold the Crusher in place.
Sip had always been something of a fashion plate,
representing the more conservative students as the rest of the kids were busy growing their hair and protesting the Vietnam war.
The coveralls were absolutely hideous, and Sip didn't like
wearing them. What was worse, the name "Gus" was stitched on the
breast.
Sip's old friends from prep school began calling him
"Gus" and what could Sip do? He had to take
it smiling, as he was "choosing" to wear these horrible things. And
the counterculture kids liked it, and Sip learned true humility, if not
humiliation, by bouncing around the
Sip began conversing with the hippie kids, and realized
what a hypocrite he was to have a father on the draft board who'd
given all his sons and cousins exemptions while sending blue-collar kids into
the war.
One day, Daisy, a cute little hippie girl was so thrilled by
Sip that she gave him a big, wet, deep kiss, and invited him over to his dorm
room. Sip learned the benefits of fidelity, while making out with Daisy on her
bed...his erection kept trying to grow in the vicious Crusher and it was so
painful that he finally burst into tears and ran out of Daisy's dorm.
After this, even the hippies seemed to give Sip a bit of a
berth. But Sip was learning discipline still,and Master Indio was quite proud of him, which was
all that mattered.
Sip was able to calculate now just how much he could drink
all day so he wouldn't feel as if his kidneys were going to explode. Sip often
walked around campus during the day, just wetting his mouth at drinking
fountains to keep off thirst.
Sometimes Sip would wet a washcloth and suck on it,
promoting his friends to say, wittily "Take a sip, Sip."
In time, Indio felt it was time to go a little further in Sipple's training, and wanted to start being creative.
"What the hell are you doing,
As Sip felt the sensation on his piss hole, he began howling
in pain.
Sip's day at school was unbearable,as he kept grabbing his inflamed crotch, then
remembering that the Crusher prevented his hands from doing any real comforting
to his inflamed, imprisoned cock and balls. Could it get any worse?
The next day was Saturday, and
Sip writhed in his bonds and watched
"Creativity, my Sipple. Lift
up your butt, thank you." Sip screeched as the stinging corncob was shoved
into his rectum. There was plenty of room there, as
Sip felt as if his asshole was on fire, or perhaps in a
nuclear explosion. Yes, it was
Sipple howled more as
Now Sip's entire body was basked in horrific pain. But
Within a
week, Sip was able to barely tolerate his new regimen of peppers, and then came
the hair shirt. What's a hair shirt, you ask? A
hair shirt is made out of sewed together horse hair, that
is worn next to the skin as a penance, usually by monks of the 15th century.
Somehow,
This,combined with the
excruciating pain in his genitals, seemed to be levelling
poor Sip, but he was determined to make it to school anyway. Sip was still
wearing the Band-aids soaked in hot peppers on his nipples as well, so he
must've just been in a world of hurt.
But as he adjusted to it, Sip found a new and interesting
challenge to concentrate in class. Wearing a hair shirt, pepper covered
genitals, nipples and anus, and of course the Crusher made it quite a feat to
focus on differential equations or the finer points of Beowulf.
"But I'd always had attention deficit problems" Sip
told me later after
But it sure cured me of being easily distracted by dropping a
pencil or girl-watching. Later, after Indio took the Crusher off and removed my
other sensory punishments, my attention was so good from the constant fight
against the pain that I was easily able to make straight A's and got into
one of the best MBA programs in the nation." After a time,
But the Crusher stayed in his life for quite a while, as
Soon after this, Sip and
Standing on a cherry picker,
Sip said later that although the pain in his wrists and
ankles was considerable, he was so worried that the beam would break and that
he'd fall on the Crusher and castrate himself, that he
couldn't worry too much about pain.
Then
Attaching a bit of clothesline to it,
"It would be to your advantage not to spill the water, Sipple"
For Sip, the next hour and a half was like nothing he'd ever
gone through before. He had to pee, and couldn't because of the Crusher, and
then he had a huge bucket of heavy water hanging from his genitals, which
seemed to intensify the Crusher's effectiveness.
Also, Sip noticed that his skin just above the Crusher, which
was holding his cock and balls, was starting to show in a stretchy, alarming
way. This was bad, as Sip was quite aware that only old men had really hanging
balls. At twenty-one, Sip didn't want to have hanging balls too soon.
Sip's wrists and ankles, up, spider like on the beam felt as
if they were being wrenched from the beam. And of course Sip didn't know if the
beam would hold.
At some point, amazingly, Sip fell asleep while hanging, and when he'd woken up, he'd spilled part of the water.
My God, half the water has been spilled!
"I thought I told you not to spill the water."
The following weekend they came out to the barn again, and
this time
This was a new experience in pain for Sip, but he was a brave
fellow, and tried again to be brave the following weekend, when
The next weekend,
Sip told
,
STORY OF
A few weeks later, it was time to take the young Black
Panther trainees up to the farm to teach them marksmanship. Sipple was very
enthused about this, as he was an expert shooter, and would have joined ROTC
had he not been chickenshit about going to
"Why are we going to the barn,
Sip was also somewhat concerned because
One of the young men, a very black guy with an African
accent, smiled and shook his head when he was offered a beer. "I am sorry,
no. I only drink water and fruit juices. And no gun for me either. I had
enough shooting in
DeRoy was a young American black man, and he slapped the
African on the back. "You got to get into this Kiasi, my man...this is
cool!"
When they got out to the barn, the guys were excited and were
playing with the air rifles.
"Fellows, hold on"
"I wan tyou to learn what it's like to shoot at a moving
target. There's not much use in shooting something that is just standing there,
so I want you to have a nice wiggling form to shoot at, a true moving
target."
Sip smiled nervously. "Excuse me,
DeRoy laughed cruelly. "Go on, white boy. indy tole us you is a faggy!" The others snorted, and
one threw a beer bottle at Sip. It crashed near his feet, and Sip looked quite
depressed.
Finally, Sip removed his clothes, a bit slower than
Sipple stood obediently as Vitellius did his good work.
There was small comfort in the fact that Sip no longer had to
wear the Crusher and that his legs could swing, but that was scant, as of
course Sip was now going to be shot at...
"Now fellows, take your air rifles, and Vitellius,
because you did such a good job with the target, you can shoot this rifle with
rock-salt--"
"ROCK SALT?" screamed Sip.
As the boys moved in with the rifles,
The boys honestly did aim for the target on Sip's chest, but
most of the BB's (and the rock salt) landed on his cock, balls, thighs and
general groin area.
As Sip tried to move about while
suspended from the beam, the boys also got shots on his buttocks, calves and
feet. Altogether, it was an unpleasant hour and half.
After
"No, I got in enough shooting as I said earlier at the
battle of Ke Sanh last January, and since I've been back from Vietnam I have
little interest in that sort of thing. I actually have interests in the Black
Muslim movement, and have changed my name to Kiasi X."
Kiasi smiled and flexed his chest in a snug gray
t-shirt. "DeRoy seduced and married my innocent sister Mablevi right after
my family emigrated here from
Kiasi shook his head ruefully. "They are not bad
men, but easily led, and so I am concerned for them, and thus came along on
this idiotic farm mission."
About an hour later, after
Kiasi smiled gently. "What would you like from me,
Suddenly, Indio felt Kiasi grabbing him by the ears and
slamming the cock down Indio's throat so that Indio was coughing and gasping.
Suddenly Kiasi cuffed Indio on the ear. "Stop this moaning and such,
Indio...Suck me or begone. I am not an idiot like that creature you have
hanging in the barn."
Indio slurped his tongue around Kiasi's penis and pulled on
it, toying with Kiasi's frenulum, and suddenly Kiasi came like a firehose, and
Indio sucked every bit down, before cleaning Kiasi carefully with his
handkerchief.
Sip's screams had stopped in the barn, and Indio rose. Kiasi
made no attempt to hug Indio or thank him for the blowjob. "I-I brought
along a bottle of vodka to throw over Sip to disinfect him." Indio said
unsteadily. "Then I suppose we should go home."
Kiasi said casually, "I suppose we should."
When Sip and Indio got back to
their apartment building, Indio's mind was in a whirl. He kept imagining
Kiasi. Kiasi's naked, ebony muscles. Kiasi whipping Indio. Licking grime off
Kiasi's toes. Serving Kiasi on his knees.
But when Sip and
Indio got up to the apartment, they had a surprise, which banished
thoughts of Kiasi from Indio's mind. An overweight fifty year old man
in Bermuda shorts and a skipper's cap was sipping gin in their living
room.
"Dad!" Sip said
joyfully. The obese yachtsman smiled genially at Sip. "How are you,
boy?"
"Indio, this is my Dad,
Sipple Knox the Third. Most Third guys are called Trey, but everyone calls Dad
Bub." Sip was babbling, probably because he wasn't sure how Indio and Bub
would react to each other.
Indio's manners were polished,
though he wasn't too crazy about unannounced visitors.
"Mr. Knox, it's good to
meet you. You've done a great job of raising Sipple." This perhaps was the
greatest lie Indio had ever told.
"No, call me Bub, boy, or
Uncle Bub if you like. Your name is Indio? Is that Eye-talian? You look like an
Ay-rab, though. What's your surname?"
"I am only Indio." Indio
said simply. "That was the name on my bracelet when I was left at the
orphanage. When I must use an initial, I call myself 'I. Indio.', but really,
Indio is my only name."
Bub spat. "Good God, and
that's the sort of bounder that gets a full scholarship at my old university?
But Sip did tell me that you had rather high SAT scores. I expect I should be
more liberal."
Indio smiled. "Well, you are
subsidizing me as well, Mr. Knox. You know that I am living with Sipple for
nothing--he charges me no rent. Or is that his mother's money?"
Sip blanched as he saw his
father's face growing somewhat purple. Indio provided a necessary distraction,
though. "Sip, why are you still dressed? You know you're to be naked at
all times in the apartment."
"I can't believe what I
thought I just heard the nigra say." said Bub. "I think my hearing is
still off from the fox hunt in Martha's Vineyard."
Sipple looked beggingly at Indio.
Not in front of my Dad...but Indio stared back, flinty eyed. "Or maybe I
should move back to my dorm room and let you and Daddy get re-acquainted."
"That's one helluva good
idea, boy." Bub said meditatively, as he slugged down the rest of his gin
and opened a pack of Chesterfields. "This ain't no wog joint."
Sipple, overcome with the choice
of humiliating himself in front of his father or losing Indio, took the
sensible approach, and undressed.
He folded his clothes quietly, and
knelt in front of Indio with his head down.
The humiliation of being forced to
strip naked in front of his judgmental, racist father seemed to have a
reviving affect on Sip's BB shot addled dick, though, and he got quite hard.
Bub dropped his cigarette as he
stared at his naked son. "Littering!" called out Indio, who snapped
his fingers and pointed at the butt.
Sip crawled over and picked the
lit cigarette up in his mouth, and crunched and swallowed it, not un painfully.
"What's wrong with you,
boy?" screamed Bub. "Have you lost your mind?" Bub got up and
walked over and tried to grab Sip's shoulder, but Indio was right there, with
his arm on Bub's wrist.
"Get out of here,
wog--"shouted Bub, and grabbed Indio by the shoulder, but in an instant,
found himself flipped and on the floor.
He got up, dazed and flung
himself at the slender half-breed, and this time received a kick in the balls
and a chop in the neck for his trouble, and fell to the ground again.
"Bub, you just don't
understand," Indio said calmly."I have provided the necessary raising
that you and your series of ex-wives neglected with Sipple. He has been drug
free for six months, and only drinks a beer a week now...and he's made the
Dean's List."
"Look here--" Bub said,
trying to rise, but Indio absently flexed a muscle, and the drunken playboy lay
still.
The rules here are different
now." Indio smiled at his adoring Sip. "He has discipline and
toughness. I can't fault you for not providing that, as you have none of your
own."
"Hey there!" Bub said
severely. "I'm tough! I was in the Big War, goddamit! I would have been at
Guadacanal, if I'd not been locked up in the stockade for hitting a
lieutenant."
Indio snorted. "You're
nothing, Bub. This boy can take punishment like you've never seen. He's no
longer a spoiled, indulged dope fiend. I understand you bought his way out of
being drafted last year when Sip failed his courses...but he could fight quite
effectively now, if he wanted to."
Bub got up. "I'm as tough as
he is! Tougher! Whatever training you've put that boy through...I could do
worse!"
Indio looked at Sip and grinned.
"Sipple, get dressed and go have your weekly beer or two...see your
friends. Your dad and I have something to prove."
Later, at Indio's 1990 funeral,
Sipple told me how astonished he was upon his return. "I can't tell you
how much I've always admired my father for his independence, yet hated him for
being so goddamned self centered. But he was always a cocksman and there was nothing
gay about him, as far as I know.
But when I got in the house, my
father was kneeling on the floor, his hands bound behind his back,stark naked.
His balls were in a ball stretcher, which pulled them out something
considerable, and he was sucking and licking Indio's long, brown dick with the
enthusiasm of a child with a Popsicle.
I said 'Hey Indio, hey Dad.' and
my father looked at me and lowered his eyes and said 'I can't talk to you right
now, boy...I'm serving my Master Indio!' And after that, Dad and I really
bonded as naked slaves...kneeling in the corner together, being tortured
together...it was actually the happiest times of our lives, because we had real
conversations.
But, it didn't last that
long. Dad went back to Martha's Vineyard, and a few months after that Indio
left me for that guy Kiasi. But my discipline was instilled, and I was able to
get through school with good grades, and within two years I met Peggy, who is
my dominant wife now..she understands my needs, thank God."
Yes, but Sipple had had a good
experience with my brother Indio, and I was happy to discuss it with him at the
funeral. Knowing that Sip's life had been improved by Indio made me feel damn
good. Leaving there, I ended up driving back to where I lived with Kiasi, who
was not Indio's lover when Indio died, but had stayed good friends with him.
Kiasi's telling of what happened
next was incredibly revealing, for Indio had to train Kiasi to be Indio's
Master!
I am shocked sometimes, thinking
of how Indio left a pretty good situation living in the best part of
Washington, DC, with a handsome young man serving him hand and foot, to go to
Kiasi, who had nothing but a lousy schoolteaching job and who lived with his
family. Indio had to move back in the dorm, but as Kiasi tells about what
happened, Indio never felt he made a mistake...because he wanted a true Master!
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
So
Now and again,
But his fantasies included being
punished and controlled by a Master!
Kiasi told me that
"One day
" 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,
'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
And I laughed, Hooks." Kiasi said at the time. "I had grown up in war-torn
And of course I was not
going to let anyone torture me.
So I told
"No, I want YOU to dominate
me."
'You're joking' I said to
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.'
Apparently, after this, Kiasi gave
Then Kiasi
ordered
Kiasi threw
"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
"Yes, Master."
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
Kiasi pulled
The searing pain from his
scalp was quite distracting, and
Kiasi slashed
WHACK! WHACK! The next two lashes
of the branch landed on
"Aha!" Kiasi said. "I just burst one of your pimples,
"I like girls, you know,
This hit
He walked behind
"Can I make you dance,
Kiasi laughed. "What gymnastics,
Kiasi finally turned
"You are regretting that you
turned yourself over to me now, eh,
"No, Master. This is just
what I need. I just should have been bound a bit tighter."
Kiasi smiled. "But you are erect without my permission,
"I-I'm sorry, Master."
gasped
"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?"
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!
But as Kiasi
raised the branch again,
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
So Kiasi
wanted
This drove
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
The first weekend they got
together,
For every ten questions
The second
weekend,
But Kiasi had never promised
The whipping
was so severe that
It was
incredibly difficult for
But for some
time,
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
The summer
was a difficult one for
Then for
three weekends,
One Saturday they got together at Kiasi's house, when the family was away, Kiasi noticed
Kiasi's brow became thunderous. "Then you've been masturbating,
haven't you?"
What could
"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
Suddenly, Kiasi
spilled just a drop of the hot Wesson oil from the saucepan, and it dropped
down and hit
Then Kiasi
kicked
"Get up, you feckless little wog." Kiasi ordered.
"Go to my bedroom."
Then Kiasi
sat down and began playing with
"Now then...I want you to
learn to be a good boy and keep your penis obedient to me!" Kiasi roared. Suddenly,
When
"You are my slave are you
not,
"Yesss..."
breathed
"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,
Kiasi took the blade off
"Master Kiasi"
"Why,
Kiasi laughed, and tossed the razor down, but then he drove his
fist brutally into
And
Kiasi
thought a long time about how to keep his slaveboy
chaste. "I know chastity training is difficult for you,
"What
mystifies me about you,
Kiasi really wondered about this, and although
Then on
Wednesday, when your family has prayer-meeting at the church, I can come by
just long enough for you to take off the tape and let me take a shower, and
then you can bind me up again."
Kiasi
gave
Kiasi
purchased silver duct tape from the hardware store, and that Sunday he taped up
Then Kiasi wrapped
Wednesday
evening came, and
Kiasi
smiled. "Well you're going to get a break now. Take off your
clothes."
Much of
Kiasi
picked
The Carpet
beater was shaped like a paddle, but a little shorter.
Kiasi
swung hard. WHAP! WHAP! SNAP! As the carpet beater left several round red marks
on
Suddenly,
"Your safeword is 'kitten' but you didn't use it. Are you going
to use your safeword?"
Kiasi
snorted. "Indeed. I had a beer with Sipple last
night and he told me of the Crusher, and the horrible things you put him
through even before I met you. I am going to make you realize that being a
Master is a tremendous responsibility!"
The carpet
beater came down hard again and again. "I am not hitting you with a
straightened coat hanger." lectured Kiasi,
"As you did Sip, and this is just minor wicker.
Sip still has scars from some of your more vicious beatings.
"And I
am so tired of your whining and complaints, they make me ill!" Kiasi said savagely. "After the way you treated poor Sipple, and now you are like a little girl!"
Kiasi
brought the carpet beater down with deadly accuracy across the crack of
"Roll
over, you little freak."Kiasi ordered, and
However, he
did try to keep his hands behind his back while the frontal attack continued. Kiasi landed the carpet beater across each of
"I am
not the sadist you are,
Kiasi
swung the carpet beater at
Finally, Kiasi sighed, and threw the carpet beater down. "It sems to have the same effect on you as it did myself when
Mother beat me with it when I was six." Kiasi
smiled grimly. "By the time I was ten I was taller than she, and it was
hopeless...but for those first few years..."
"Go
shower your genitals,
Watching
As
Finally, Kiasi exploded in
As
the water streamed over them, Kiasi rubbed
his hand up and down
"You
deserve a reward, eh, boy?"Kiasi said in
Suddenly Kiasi let go of
"Y-yes,
Master!"
WHACK!
WHACK! THWACK! SPANK! SNAP! The carpet beater hit every pore of
At
this point,
After
lunch, Kiasi ordered
"Now
we are going to have an exercise in self-control." Kiasi
said kindly. "Get on your knees and begin masturbating,
It felt so
good to have his penis have a bit of stimulation.
Soon, he
was approaching orgasm. "I am about to cum, Master."
Kiasi
grinned, and squirted
Suddenly, Kiasi noted that
As
"You
are too eager,
On
Saturday,
"
It was
almost too much for
It was
quite a weekend--Sip supervised
Before the
end of the day, Kiasi asked Sipple
if there was anything he'd like to do to
"P-please,
Sipple"
"
"And
we will keep it shaved." Kiasi said, laughing.
"For as long as you are my slaveboy." And
that was that.
Kiasi
ordered
Kiasi
only smiled, and he tied
He
had now been denied for over two months, and his balls were just chock full
with overloaded semen. It had been hellish trying to keep from ripping the tape
off and jerking off time after time, though of course
Kiasi put
a blindfold over
"Now
you may masturbate, Indio" Indio was so excited, it had been two months
since he'd cum, and he began masturbating faster and faster...Kiasi watched closely until he saw that Indio was about to
orgasm, and then Kiasi kicked Indio in the stomach
with his Vietnam combat boot.
"
Indio
nodded excitedly and began running his hand up and down his cock even more
quickly, hoping he could cum before Kiasi
kicked him again.
Thinking it
was just imagined, Indio jerked more and faster, and was beginning to pant,
when he felt another sting on his left nipple, and then yet another on his
earlobe.
"What' s that?"
Kiasi's
voice came, laughing. "I am shooting peas at you,
PING PING PING! The peas were coming
faster and faster. How did Kiasi have time to
breathe?
"All
right,
As
Indio
rolled over, gasping, and of course it was made more difficult by the fact that
his hand and ankle were locked together. Finally, Indio pulled himself
up.
"Now
then, would you like to try once more." Kiasi
could barely keep from laughing his ass off. This was like no entertainment
he'd ever had, and Indio looked ridiculous, first with his bald head, and
secondly all bound and blindfolded.
"I'm
really horny, but I don't think I can take any more of your tricks,
Master." Indio said angrily. "I think I'd rather just go without an
orgasm for a while, until you REALLY want to give me one."
Kiasi
unbound Indio and took the blindfold off, and pulled out the duct tape. "That
could be a while, my slave boy."
.
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?"
.
.
I have taken some time off from writing the story of my brother of choice, particularly because this bit of the story was so painful. When I last wrote of Indio, months ago, he was about to get involved in an S&M scene with Count Iglehart, while being pimped by an awful little creep called Pimples.
Indio should have walked out of there, and to Kiasi's credit, he never would have ordered Indio into such a situation if he'd known what happened. When Indio began whipping Count Iglehart, the Count had a fatal heart attack.
Kiasi wanted to help Indio out, but Indio insisted that Kiasi stay out of the ensuing legal battle, as the last thing Indio wanted was for his Master to be deported.
There was a lot of legal folderol, but, despite Sipple and his father helping with legal expenses, Indio was sentenced to ten to fifteen years in prison for manslaughter.
Indio had made bail and continued with his studies, but of course he had to go into the Lorton Reformatory at age nineteen, where he ended up serving seven years and eight months of the fifteen year sentence...and what a time he had!
Nothing happened to Indio during the time he was in the Processing phase, but when he finally made it into general population, many of the older, bigger convicts were fascinated by this beautiful young half-breed.
It had been all over the Washington Star, about Indio losing his scholarship because he'd gotten involved in male prostitution, and there were a number of convicts who wanted to get a piece of him, the biggest of whom was a con I'll call Scalpel.
"Forget it!" Indio told Scalpel the first time Scalpel made his approach. But Scalpel was friendly, and Indio quite naive. Indio had a two pack a day Luckie habit, and so he was quick to accept Scalpel's offer of cigarettes and candy.
When Scalpel explained, at the end of two weeks of "spoiling" Indio, that the young man owed him a debt, Indio was horrified.
"There are two ways to handle it, sweetcakes" Scalpel told Indio kindly. "You can be my bitch, or I can sell you to some other guys, and they'll fuck all the cute-juice out of you...you don't want that, do you?"
But Indio decided to fight Scalpel, and they had quite a tussle, because although Scalpel was a lot bigger, Indio knew about four kinds of martial arts. But in the end Indio's head was down on the cold stone floor of Cellblock #3352, and Scalpel's boot was on Indio's neck.
"Sugar, why don't you give in" Scalpel asked soothingly. "Otherwise I'll have to knock your teeth out so you can give a softer, kinder blowjob, and it'll ruin your pretty face.
I like it that you want to play hard to get, but there's only so long that I'll spend breaking a rebellious colt before I get out the big gun to shoot him."
Casually, Scalpel's other boot jammed down on the little stiff cock between Indio's legs, making the ball sack feel as if it were being pummeled by a sledgehammer.
Somehow, Indio heard kindness in Scalpel's words, and against his will, he began growing an erection. As he moaned, Scalpel took his boot off Indio's neck, and my brother got up and stripped off his prison uniform.
Indio then knelt and undid Scalpel's zipper and pulled out Scalpel's huge cock and began sucking it tenderly, giving Scalpel the best blowjob he'd had in his lifetime from man or woman.
Scalpel got quite excited feeling Indio's expert tonguing and biting of his massive cock, and after a while, he grabbed Indio's ears and began skull-slamming him, making poor Indio choke on the huge penis log filling his mouth up, utterly.
"Oh yes...yes" Scalpel moaned, closing his eyes and thinking of hot blonde girls fucking as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into Indio's throat. Indio willed himself not to have a gag reflex, hoping he would not choke to death...but he knew that Scalpel was the ultimate Master.
"More, more...(slam) You know you want it boy (slam slam) Oh yeah..." Scalpel jammed and jammed the cock again and again and finally shot his load down Indio's throat, and Indio swallowed it without a murmur.
"I need a lot of toughness, Master" Indio said, his brown eyes gazing into Scalpel's submissively. "I need the strap. Is there one here in the cellblock?" Scalpel's scarred face broke into a grin.
"I guess you do need one at that. Bend your naked little body over the bunk, and we'll see what we can do with my belt."
Scalpel put his beef into whipping Indio's tender little buttocks, and Indio had never felt the strap hitting as harshly.
Scalpel was a starting pitcher for one of the prison ball teams, and aimed the strop so it savaged Indio's buttocks, his inner thighs, and easily cracked between where his little nutsack was.
"Open them legs, boy!" Scalpel screamed, and again and again his strap slammed Indio's balls into the concrete floor as Indio sobbed and tried to hold out against the intense pain.
When Indio moved his legs together protectively, Scalpel kicked them apart violently, and the toe of his boot kicked the scrotum again before the strop began landing against the floor.
For my female readers, I have a difficult time explaining how tender the testicles are, and Indio had had them tortured extensively in the past. They'd been burned, squeezed and whipped, but nothing like this.
Scalpel had been locked up in Lorton Reformatory for eighteen of his thirty-seven years. He'd come in originally to protect a younger brother from being sentenced on a drug charge, and then he'd killed a predator who had tried to take his rectum the first night in jail.
Unfortunately, the predator had been a guard, not a convict, so Scalpel's sentence had gone from five years for possession to life plus twenty-five. So Scalpel had spent the last eighteen years fighting, running gangs...he was the toughest inmate in the reformatory, and he could make poor Indio pay!
Scalpel bounced the strop off Indio's ass, legs and feet and then worked his way back up to Indio's shoulders. Indio's screams of anguish had every convict on the block masturbating with excitement.
When he was done, and Indio was crying and moaning, Scalpel bent over, dropped his own pants and began fucking Indio in the ass. "And Indio, I think when I'm done, I'll let the boys come in and take their turns with you."
"But Master" Indio pleaded. "You said you would just have me for yourself." But as he heard his Master's cruel laughter, Indio only bent over weeping softly, and listened for the cell door to open, and soon the crowded little room was filled with big, strong, horny men.
Indio was turned over on his back. A penis went into Indio's asshole, and a second into his mouth. Indio, with some prodding from Scalpel's strap, was encouraged to take two more dicks in each hand, and to start jerking.
Four men were now being serviced, and when Indio's mouth, hands and rectum were filled with cum, four more came to take the other's place and again it started.
Eventually the men wanted "sloppy seconds" and forced Indio to just go on his knees and give blowjob after blowjob, with men coming and going from the "party" as it was called. Indio told me later that his mouth felt like it was repeatedly jammed with marbles or something, there was so much in and out fucking.
Ferret O'Neil told Scalpel that his dick felt like heaven in that little Indian's mouth, and Clarence the Clutch said he'd not felt so good since he'd beheaded his mother and used her for a bowling ball. Sneaky Snyder wanted Indio to lick out his filthy, gonorrhea infested buttocks, and Scalpel made Indio give the Sneak a thorough rimming.
By the time it was over, Indio was exhausted, and his mouth was quite distended, as was his rectum. His hands were exhausted, and unlike Kiasi, who would have comforted Indio in his strong arms at this point,
Scalpel just threw the little half-breed on the floor, to shiver in the corner. As Indio's hand moved to stroke his own cock Scalpel stomped it with a boot.
"Don't you dare touch that little wiener of yours, son." Scalpel said harshly. "You don't deserve it. You've got a lot of serving to do before your fun time starts."
That night, as Scalpel slept comfortably on his own bunk, and Indio's bunk was filled with boxes of Scalpel's stuff, my poor brother was tied up in the corner of the hard cell, sleeping uncomfortably, but fully aroused.
Indio's hands were tied behind his head, and his feet were tied to his hands, but somehow Indio tried to cum by rubbing his dick against the cruel bricks in the cell. It didn't come to fruition, but Indio was quite aroused in trying.
Scalpel had made a real strict rule that Indio not pleasure himself until he'd been Scalpel's cellmate for about sixty days. Indio had one helluva chastity restriction there, he thought, but Scalpel was unflinching.
"You need to take care of my needs, Sugar, and learn to be a good little Maytag. (what a cellmate who washed clothes and tended to a dominant jocker was called) and take care of those of my boys before you get to poke that little pecker o' yours."
Scalpel's laugh had resonated through the cellblock, watching the horny Indio gazing wistfully and dejectedly at his own pulsating, unfulfilled member.
Scalpel would also occasionally, after having cum in Indio's mouth again and again, tease Indio's penis a bit, before ordering my brother to shove the hard, precum soaked erection back into his pants.
Indio was determined, though to do Scalpel's will and not touch his erection at all...but it was too hard. No pun intended. All those hot, meaty men in a prison environment, having to shower next to those beautiful naked bodies...were torment.
Big, thick, swinging dicks, others small but quite nubile, wee-wee's everywhere, just the best and most delicious looking members Indio had ever seen!
Once in the shower room, after Indio had been denied an orgasm about eighteen days, a beautiful, slender boy with curly hair called Henrik sidled up to Indio, and had asked my brother with full simpering lips, to do his back.
Indio had industriously scrubbed the beautiful young boy's back, buttocks and thighs before Henrik had turned around and planted a wet one on Indio's mouth.
Henrik's tongue darted in and out of Indio's mouth, and Indio, sore for some tenderness after the vicious reception from Scalpel and the boys had nearly burst into tears from gratitude.
Henrik turned around again in the shower and rubbed his soft, tiny bubble-buttocks against Indio's rock-hard cock as the poor half-breed gasped with desire.
Henrik laughed and tossed his curls as Indio pulled closer to the little fairy-boy. "You really seem excited there, brown boy" Henrik said lightly. "Not had much in a while?"
"I'm not supposed to umm, cheat on my cellmate-lover" Indio stammered. He'd never been close to someone of such obvious beauty before. Henrik spun around, pouting and ran a long finger down Indio's heaving chest. "That's too bad, really...I'd love to have my bun filled with your dog, honey."
Then Henrik leaned over and stuck his tongue down Indio's throat before telling him "I'll see you tomorrow, baby!" and running out of the shower room.
Indio obsessed about Henrik all night, trying not to touch himself. Scalpel commented on the enthusiasm Indio had in sucking dick that evening, not knowing that Indio was fantasizing about Little Lord Fauntleroy of the Shower.
The next day, Indio came into the showers and saw Henrik there, but Henrik was talking to another showering inmate. Henrik saw Indio, and instead of prancing over, just rolled his eyes and turned to the other fellow, a black man and talked to him some more.
At one point they both looked at Indio and giggled, and Indio became enraged. He stomped over and looked at Henrik, his penis hardening against his will.
Henrik looked at Indio again and then looked back at the Negro. He then kissed the Negro lightly on the cheek, and flicked the guy's nipple. Indio felt his eyes filling with tears. What kind of a sadist was this?
Finally Henrik patted the black fellow and turned lazily to Indio, who was overcome with anger, sadness and agony. "What's wrong there, Wog?" Henrik asked with an impudent, heart shaped smile. "Trying to monopolize me?"
Indio tried not to grit his teeth. "Well, I just thought you wanted to get together again and be...friends?" What could he want with Henrik? He couldn't cheat on Scalpel--might get killed doing that, but he couldn't get Henrik out of his mind.
"But honey-bun" Henrik said, pouting heavily. "I thought you couldn't fool around, anyway, and why would you want to just be friends with a country boy like me?"
Henrik put his hand on Indio's shoulder and pushed my brother down on his knees. The curly boy then forced Indio on his back and began rubbing his foot on Indio's penis back and forth, as Indio gasped.
"You like that, don't you honey?" Henrik asked this casually as his toes traveled down Indio's scrotum and began pressing heavily on Indio's ball sack.
Before Indio could wince in pain, Henrik's toes traveled slowly back up his undershaft, and Indio's eyes rolled back in his head. Everyone else in the shower room was staring as Indio lay on the wet floor, and the beautiful Henrik ran his foot up and down Indio's dick.
"What's wrong, honey?" Henrik asked gently as his foot went back and forth, covering Indio's crotch with little step-teases. "You afraid you're going to get in trouble for messing around with me?"
Henrik's foot managed somehow to land on Indio's frenum, and he began circulating the heel of his foot on Indio's penis, so that the penis was being stimulated round and round.
Indio couldn't believe how wonderful this was. His poor neglected penis was finally getting its due...though he was terribly worried that Scalpel might find out!
Indio noticed that Henrik's toenails were manicured in a French style and that someone was taking great care in maintaining Henrik's feet...they were like a young girls.
Henrik seemed to know the greatly neglected spots on Indio's trembling penis and he touched every spot up and down with the right precision, as if he could feel it himself.
"I used to do this for my lover, you know" Henrik said with a smile, as his foot passed back and forth across Indio's suffering crotch. "That's why I'm here...I had a fat old man as my rich lover and he ended up signing thousands and thousands of dollars over to me that belonged to his family...and then I got him to bug the Supreme Court!"
Henrik laughed lightly, thinking of this. "I was involved also with one of the justices--can't tell you which one, but he was quite conservative--and I wanted to get incriminating stuff. But I was caught swindling poor Osbert, and given five years in this dreadful prison...it's so boring and tiresome...even with letters and money orders from Osbert every week!"
Henrik laughed and then spat directly in Indio's face, just for the fun of it, but my brother-in-choice just lay there and took it, because he was so desperate to get the massage...
Henrik continued this foot-penis massage for a bit...then, just as Indio was about to cum, Henrik jumped back and turned the shower directly on Indio's crotch, ice cold and Indio screamed.
"Just wanted you to stay honest for your lover baby!" Henrik said, as he dashed off, laughing.
Indio was left erect and gasping after Henrik's cruel shower blast. He had just not expected to find someone who could tease him so fully and cruelly.
The next day when Indio breathlessly ran into the shower room, looking around desperately, Henrik wasn't there. Some of the other showering convicts jeered at the poor half-breed, seeing his anxiety.
For a week Indio looked for Henrik in the showers, and couldn't find him.
He wondered what had happened to the beautiful young man. At night, Indio's sleep was constantly disrupted by images of those beautiful bubble buttocks, taunting him, and he wondered if he would see Henrik again.
But Lorton is a big prison, and it's difficult to find people. Indio was restricted much of the time to his cell, as Scalpel expected his "Maytag" to be doing housechores and other things.
One lonely day, as Indio was scouring the bottom of the cell with a toothbrush as per Master Scalpel's orders, he heard a mocking giggle and looked up. There was Henrik standing outside the cell with two other effeminate nelly queens.
Against prison orders, Henrik was wearing shorts and a blouse, and the blouse was tied up over his waist, exposing an insolent navel. "Look, Fabio" said Henrik with a giggle. "That's the poor Wog that I doused with the water...look at him, he's a scullery maid."
"Oh, go on wit your bad self, Henrik" Fabio said back, and all three queens giggled. At first Indio looked down angrily and tried to ignore Henrik.
After all, Henrik had treated him so badly. But Indio's cock was pressing against his pants as he thought of the beauty...and my God, Henrik's legs were even shaved!
Henrik leaned over. "What're you doing there, piggy?" The fairy shook his tousled curls contemptously. "Look at him, girls. Just a scrubbin' away. I should get you to clean my cell that good."
Indio looked up, his cock swelling a tent in his pants and noted with amazement that Henrik was wearing eye shadow, vivid blue.
He tried to look down again. Scalpel had ordered that these baseboards be spotless upon his return to the cell, and Scalpel was not a man to be trifled with.
He heard the queens tittering some more, but tried desperately to not look up.
"Well, if you don't want to talk, Cuddlybum, then maybe we should be flouncing off." Henrik's mocking voice floated over Scalpel's cell and it was just too much.
Indio scrambled up, staggering over to grip the bars of his cell as he stared out at Henrik. The cells were actually open, but Scalpel had ordered Indio to stay in the cell until further notice.
So the half-breed stared at Henrik hungrily as Henrik's friends giggled some more. He'd spent a week obsessing about whether he should confront Henrik angrily, or ignore him, or what, but of course he capitulated to sad begging, the begging of a chastity slave.
"H-Henrik, I missed you in the shower room, you-you hurt my feelings--" Suddenly Indio felt his legs trembling. Never before had he been so consummated by lust for a man.
Henrik coquetted girlishly, and reached through the cell bars, unzipping Indio's pants and pulling out the long brown cock. "I bet this little nigger snake has missed Auntie Henrietta, what?"
Indio dragged his trembling tongue across his lips at the boy's light touch, feather flickers around the cock head, and he barely noticed the looks of amused contempt on the faces of the other queens. He knew he was, at nearly twenty-one, an "old guy" next to these neophyte gay boys, and probably thought of as a dirty old man.
Henrik stroked Indio's shaft for a bit, and spoke softly, his face nearly touching Indio's through the bars.
"Did you miss Mommy, honey-bunch? Your Auntie Henrietta? Did you go off to your cell and wank your silly wee-wee after I doused you with the water last week. Remember that, girls?"
The three fairies burst out in enthusiastic peals of laugher, and Indio blushed, fully humiliated at the memory of how Henrik had got him, like Lucy pulling away Charlie Brown's football at the last minute.
"Poor thing, you looked so pathetic laying on the floor of the shower room like that."
Henrik tittered behind a manicured hand as the other toyed with Indio's suffering cock. "You know though, I'm getting tired of playing with this member of yours--"
"Oh, please don't leave." asked Indio with tears in his eyes. "P-please, I don't know when I'll see you again."
"Okay then, I have an idea" said Henrik with a mischevious smile. "Why don't you grip the bars hard, and just rub your dickie against them like this while I talk to you?"
Henrik made an obscene back and forth swaying motion with his hips, and Indio followed suit.
Now Indio was rubbing his dick against the bars as the fairy-boy put his own hands back in his pockets, laughing lightly. "That feels good doesn't it, chastity boy?
Everyone knows that evil Scalpel won't let you shoot your load. Must be quite strenuous for you, darling."
Henrik stepped back and unzipped his own fly, allowing the tip of his penis to poke out, a pink one-eyed worm. "Do you like it, Wog-boy? What do you think of Auntie's little garter snake?"
Henrik began waving his cock around as Indio continued to rub his own cock against the bars desperately.
"Wouldn't you like to put this nice little Vienna sausage in your hungry mouth, baby?" Henrik's voice crooned softly, and his two friends were quiet, as they themselves wouldn't mind that offer.
Indio's eyes watered as he stared at Henry's cock...oh, the need he felt! I got many tear-stained letters from him during this time, and he was one horny, unhappy convict.
Henrik spun and lowered his short-shorts. "And wouldn't you like to kiss the little rosebud between these full vanilla cheeks, chastity boy?" Henrik turned and stuck his tongue out at Indio obscenely.
"And yet you can't can you, Wog-boy?" Henrik asked with honeyed tones. "No, none of this for you, right?" Henrik continued to thrust his cock out as my brother rubbed his now quite blistered cock against the bars.
At one point, Indio tried to touch his cock, and Henrik snapped his fingers, ordering Indio to keep his hands behind his back. "No, you must be a rubbing fellow....dog that you are."
"Wh-why can't I suck your cock, Henrik? Is it because of Scalpel?" Indio begged with welling eyes. "I-I'll risk the..."
"No, not because of Scalpel..." Henrik said contemptously..."Because you're a filthy Asian Indian trash heap, and I like Aryan perfection in my men...I wouldn't let you lick the grime off my boots."
And with that, Henrik spun on his heel, traipsing down the catwalk with his two friends giggling behind him.
Indio pulled his cock back into his pants, sat in the corner, bursting into tears.
Henrik's cruelty stayed with Indio for many days after that. Indio was caught between being hurt and angry at Henrik, and wanting to relieve his swollen balls of the excessive juice from Henrik's teasing.
At some point, Indio knew he was going to have to jerk off...Lorton was driving him crazy. Filled with bodybuilders, gorgeous young guys with flat and rippling abs, ripped six-packs, big, bulging veiny biceps and pants so tight that their manhood was shamefully exposed.
And it seemed all the men in the prison had heard of Scalpel's dictum that Indio not release himself. Cries of "You know you want it" followed Indio all over the prison. Veodis Smoot, a credit card fraud artist would often catcall Indio as he passed, "You Henrik's bitch now, boy?"
Triple murderer Roscoe Snaggs would lick his full lips when Indio walked by, and Sid the Squid, a Mafia bagman would unzip his fly and wave his thick Italian sausage in front of Indio's nose during morning count, and other men teased the young half-breed unmercifully.
Finally, Indio broke down and began masturbating, and it got him in serious trouble with Scalpel.
The first time Scalpel caught Indio pounding his pud, he gave my poor brother a severe whipping with a South African police baton (no idea how that got in the prison) putting Indio in the infirmary for several weeks.
The second offense got Indio sodomized with a long wire dish scouring brush from the prison kitchen. This left poor Indio with rectal bleeding for some time, but he still couldn't keep his hands out of the Danger Zone.
Scalpel was well aware of what had gone on between Indio and Henrik, and actually approved of Indio fooling around with various men, as long as he didn't touch his pee-pee to the point of cumming...
But of course that was the rub, so to speak. How could a healthy twenty-one year old gay man in a prison full of hot men keep his hands off his nasty little weiner?
The third time Indio was caught masturbating, Scalpel took Indio to the prison garage, where he'd taken the battery out of a guard's truck.
"Wh-what are you going to do, Master Scalpel?" Indio asked in terror,as Scalpel industrously bound Indio's hands after having ordered him to strip. But Scalpel just grinned, and lugged the battery over, attaching a straightened wire hanger to it. Scalpel had donned rubber gloves, for some mysterious reason.
"Don't worry, Sugar. I'm just teachin' you that when Daddy gives an order, you'd better mind." Scalpel said as he suddenly threw a bucket of water over Indio, before bringing the coat hanger close and touching Indio's right nipple with it.
Suddenly Indio was jolted intensely and his nipple felt as if someone had been sizzling it with a clothes press. Just as Indio was about to scream, Scalpel put his finger to his lips, and my well-trained slave brother bit his tongue;. he didn't want to get his beloved Master in trouble with the guards.
Scalpel smiled, and Indio noticed that his Master's erection was nearly bursting out of his prison jeans. "Now we'll try the other nipple..." ZZAPPP! Indio nearly fainted with pain the second time, the vicious lightning coming from the truck battery was just nefarious.
Indio came to see me after he was finally paroled from the Lorton Reformatory, and when he finished this story, he just said with a gasp..."And then Scalpel put the wire down there." But Indio, seasoned sub that he was, just had been unable to give me much detail about how it feels to have an electrified coat hanger touch your cock and balls.
Suffice it to say, Indio passed out from the jolt, there was no resistance with his skin, since he was drenched from the water, and he was unable to touch his blackened penis for nearly a week without bursting into unhappy wails. "B-but I knew Scalpel really loved me to give me a lesson like that." Indio said later...no masturbation for that bad boy.
And Scalpel was well aware of how miserably painful Indio was feeling from the shocks. The night after he'd tortured Indio with the truck battery, he bound Indio's hands in the back of the cell. Indio had turned his commissary account over to Scalpel, and Scalpel had bribed the guards to stay away from their cell.
"Now that the hacks are gone, baby..we're going to have a lesson" Scalpel yanked down Indio's pants, and began playing with Indio's burned cock. "Don't you like this, honey...you like having your dickie prodded, Sugar?"
Indio moaned and cried softly. "P-please don't touch it, Master Scalpel. I-it hurts so much from the shock, Sir." Suddenly Indio's slight jaw was knocked back from Scalpel's fist.
"WHAT'S WRONG, SUGAR-BABY?" screamed Scalpel loudly. SLAP! Again, Scalpel's strong hand cracked Indio's tender skull. "I thought you liked having your dickie bird played with...you do enough of it agin mah orders!"
Scalpel twisted and squeezed Indio's penis again and again, and Indio screamed involuntarily, and then felt Scalpel's knee crash into his balls. Lying on the hard floor of the cell, Indio endured a couple of kicks to the stomach, before Scalpel grabbed Indio by his tortured member and dragged him up again.
Suddenly Scalpel began jerking Indio's cock back and forth as Indio screamed from the intense pain. "DON'T YOU LIKE HAVING YOUR DICK PLAYED WITH, YOU MISERABLE LITTLE PERVERT?" Scalpel screamed in Indio's ear. Scalpel opened a blister on Indio's frenulum, or the underside of his penis, and finally Indio begged with tears in his eyes for Scalpel to leave him alone.
Scalpel was not formally trained in BDSM etiquette, and had never been introduced to the concept of a safeword.
So Scalpel spent about twenty minutes knocking Indio down, trying to grind Indio's sore penis into the cell floor with his hard boot, and then dragging my poor brother up by his hair and backhanding him again.
And Scalpel finally slapped Indio hard across the head for the last time and exited the cell, and my brother was left to tend to the intense wounds that had been delivered him.
Indio passed out, and awoke to urine spattering into his blackened eyes. Opening his eyes, he rolled over in horror to find that the epicene Henrik was peeing on him. "Time to get up, Wog-boy!" Henrik said, chuckling.
"What-the hell?" Indio's dick immediately hardened seeing Henrik there. Henrik had had nothing to do with Indio since his insult a few weeks before. What the hell was going on now?
"I've purchased you from Scalpel, honey. Gather your meager belongings and move to my cell...you're going to be serving me now!"
Henrik was smirking, but Indio couldn't believe it. "I thought you looked down on me because I was a half-caste!" Indio shook his head in disbelief. Yet, his spirits were rising fast!
Could Henrik have some feelings for him, even if they were only pity for the poor slave-boy? Any attentions would be worth it, wouldn't they?
"Well, I wouldn't deign to allow you to make love to me, Miss Dinge, but I can use a nice Maytag in my house, and Scalpel didn't want too much for your purchase. So get your things."
Indio jumped up and began gathering his few possessions. "But am I allowed to change cells just like that?"
Henrik gave Indio a wintry smile. "Let's just say I have a few connections..."
Nothing is stranger in Indio's story than what happened after he became Henrik's slave in early 1971.
In some ways, Indio found it much more pleasant than rooming with Scalpel--Henrik allowed Indio to keep his commissary funds, and never raised a disciplinary hand.
"Fuck who you want, when you want, Woggie." Henrik said cheerfully. "Squirt all over the place, your semen is your own...you just can't have me."
But sady, that was all Indio wanted. He was allowed to bathe Henrik, and shave the fairy's legs, (for Henrik was a bit of a female impersonator at times) and even was allowed to lick out Henrik's asshole.
But Henrik was not interested in letting Indio fuck him, or to fuck Indio, or even to let Indio suck his penis, though Henrik did tease him constantly.
"You like it and you can't have it, but you can kiss the tip" Henrik would say, bursting into laughter as Indio smooched the tip of Henrik's pink wand. "It's just not for boys like you...you just ain't quality."
This was heartbreaking for my brother, who had always been considered quite exotic and desirable wherever he went... But Indio bided his time, thinking that perhaps Henrik would come around in time.
What astonished Indio about Henrik was the number of privileges he had. Henrik had a refrigerator and a television set in his cell, a rare thing in the early seventies.
Henrik could even leave his cell when everyone else was locked in, by only waving his finger at the hack.
Indio knew that Henrik was not from an influential family--his immigrant father had turned Henrik into the street at age thirteen upon finding him in the bathtub with their Presbyterian minister.
Henrik's rich ex-lover Osbert did send him money, but it wasn't much more than about fifty dollars a month... and Indio was well aware that Henrik had lots more privileges than that could buy!
But then one day, Henrik brought Indio to meet Deputy Superintendent Schildkraut, and all was revealed.
"But why are we going to see him?" Indio asked Henrik suspiciously as they opened the Deputy Superintendent's door.
Prisoners did not generally interact with so august a personage as a Superintendent without first going through the Captain of the Guards.
Not to mention the fact that Deputy Superintendent Algren Schildkraut, a former Marine captain, was known to be quite a martinet.
He had put down several prison strikes...he was feared even by the toughest convicts, and respected heavily by the warden.
But apparently Henrik was unaware or unconcerned about this.
"Not to worry, my little Wog...I'm the Deputy Superintendent's secretary, don't you know." Henrik said breezily.
Indio shook his head at this, knowing that Henrik, despite a awesome natural cunning, was barely literate and could have flapped his arms and flown over the wall as easily as typing a page.
As they entered, a raven haired man with full lips and a muscular build looked up from his desk. "Who comes in without knocking? Oh, Henrik it's you..."
Indio could see the look of pleasure on Schildkraut's face, but then he saw Indio, and he hardened again. "Who's this? Why are you bringing another inmate here, this isn't a social club."
Henrik smiled at Deputy Superintendent Schildkraut. "Oh, Shirley...can't I bring a friend here? Don't be such a bitch."
Deputy Superintendent Schildkraut slammed his fist on the table. "How dare you call me that. I am--"
Henrik chortled. "You're what? Deputy Superintendent Algren Schildkraut, the Iron Fist of this prison?
What crap, you're a little Shirley girl, who wears makeup when she's alone and sucks my dick on a regular basis...and I want Indio here to see it."
Indio's heart fell in his stomach. Good God, they'd be locked in the hole [solitary confinement] for a year!
But the young black-haired man's face turned blood red, and then white, and then Indio's unbelieving ears heard him say:
"It-it's not such a good idea, sir, to have another prisoner here, I-I-"
Henrik smirked and winked at Indio broadly. "Why not, Shirley? I just brought Indio here to see what a worm you are...you need a daily reminder, don't you?"
At this, Deputy Superintendent Schildkraut's eyes filled with tears. His lower lip began trembling. "B-but it's our secret, H-Henrik. P-please don't-don't."
And then the Deputy Superintendent stomped his foot like a child!
"Oh, Shirley, Shirley...I'm so disappointed in you, throwing tantrums like a little girl" Henrik said, shaking his head sadly. "I think it's time for your medicine, Shirley, girl."
Schildkraut's face grew paler, and he ran around the desk to face Henrik. Now it's coming, Indio thought nervously. He'll assault poor Henrik and put it down to self-defense.
Schildkraut's face began shaking, and he begged Henrik. "P-please, not here, not in front of this convict...please no--"
To Indio's astonishment and horror, Henrik reached over and began unbuckling Schildkraut's belt, looping it finally in his hand.
"Take out Mr. Naughty, my Shirley-girl...I'll just give you ten for your insolence this time." Henrik said judiciously.
"P-please, for God's sake, I'm the Deputy Superintendent, Henrik, I can have you thrown in solitary confinement! This is between us, who is this foreign nigger you are embarrassing me in front of?"
But Henrik licked his lips and smiled. "Fifteen now, for your racism. Take out your bad Mr. Naughty, before Mama gets angry."
"P-please no" begged Schildkraut, and Indio could see a bulge at his crotch area. "I'll get you a better television, a color one, oh Henrik don't do this to me!"
Henrik looked at Indio as if Schildkraut wasn't there. "This is what comes of not training and disciplining this bad child...can you believe his behavior?" Turning to Schildkraut, Henrik's eyes narrowed.
"It's doubled now. Thirty, and you'd better get that pecker out. Now."
And Indio's jaw dropped as the Deputy Superintendent of Lorton Reformatory unzipped his pants and pulled out a long, white penis.
Henrik smiled pityingly as Schildkraut's eyes filled with yet more tears.
"Baby, baby suck his thumb, sad little crybaby..." As Henrik spoke, he began fondling Schildkraut's erect penis, speaking softly to the astounded Indio.
"Isn't he something, Indio? Out there he's Mister Big Bad Prison Administrator, the Big Boss who cut our food budget last year so no one has had roast beef since like, November--"
At the word "November" Henrik twisted Schildkraut's penis violently, and Schildkraut moaned.
"Yes, but in here the big prison boss is just Shameful Shirley, a whining crybaby little girl!" Henrik took one hand off Schildkraut's cock and twisted his nipples through his dress shirt, and Schildkraut sobbed harder.
"Yes, he's just an annoying little whiner, isn't he" Henrik said as he continued to twist and pull Schildkraut's right nipple, to the point where Indio worried he might pull it off.
Schildkraut was easily a head taller and had at least a hundred pounds of muscle on Henrik but just twisted and groaned, his hands still behind his head as Henrik continued to twist and pull the nipple...and then suddenly he let it go, and Schildkraut sighed deeply.
"Now before I give you your licks, baby...why don't you put on your lipstick and show my Wog buddy here what a sissy-boy you are."
Henrik turned to Indio, smiling. "He's got his own hot-pink lipstick and on weekends, I make him wear fire-engine red nail polish, too."
Indio recalled that Henrik was often not available on weekends because he was in the administration offices. Was it for this perversion?
"Now come on, wimpie...let's make our lips all pink and nice for Governess Henrietta...okay?" Henrik's voice was sweet, but there was a steeliness beneath it, as well.
Schildkraut, quite aroused and sweating from Henrik's soft massage of his member, tried to gather himself together, and deepened his voice a bit as he said, "No more Henrik, this is...no more humiliation now."
Henrik let go of Schildkraut's now throbbing erection, flicking it hard with a long, manicured fingernail. SNAP! Schildkraut hopped, howled, and burst into tears again. Indio felt terribly sorry for the unfortunate administrator.
"Now you're getting fifty on your no-good little worm, you hypocritical tranny whore. Put that lipstick on now, or I'll thrash your bare bottom on the prison yard!"
Indio watched in astonishment as Schildkraut pulled out a bright lipstick and gave his full lips an adorning making him look like a Broadway showgirl.
"Now, you're going to move over to the desk." Henrik pulled Schildkraut's penis closer to his desk. "Now put your hands behind your head, Shirley, and grit your teeth...you're in for the big time."
Indio gazed at the scene in horror as Henrik lifted the belt, slamming Schildkraut's penis into the hard steel of the government-issued desk with the broad leather belt.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Schildkraut's hands were laced behind his head, and the tears were flowing like Niagra Falls. Henrik had chosen well to have Schildkraut put his penis over the desk, because the pain of the belt hitting the penis was doubled when said penis hit the metal desk.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "You're going to learn not to sass your secretary, Shirley...it just takes so much punishment" Henrik said regretfully as the belt rose and fell again and again.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Schildkraut's mouth opened and he began to bawl.
"Good thing the halls are fairly quiet right now...otherwise we might be in a peck of trouble." Henrik said cheerfully as he slammed the belt against the Deputy Superintendent's unfortunate organ.
Indio noticed that Schildkraut's penis was turning purple and one of the veins appeared to be bleeding. He wondered if Schildkraut might have them both killed.
WHACK! WHACK!
Suddenly, Schildkraut moaned and the amazed Indio was astonished to see the tortured penis shoot wads of cum across the office!
Indio had been a master and a slave on and off since puberty, but he'd never seen such a hard core masochist as Algren Schildkraut. Imagine cumming while being whipped! It seemed impossible.
Henrik just laughed and continued swinging. Unfortunately, now that Schildkraut was no longer horny, the punishment seemed just pure pain to him, and he began wailing like there was no tomorrow.
"Oh quiet down, before I give you something to cry about, you bad boy!" Henrik said, when Schildkraut's screams became a bit oppressive.
But the Deputy Superintendent was screaming like a banshee, and Henrik's word was his bond.
"Now you're really gonna get it, sweetie!"
He took the end of the belt and began slamming the buckle into Schildkraut's cock, and finally the prison officer grabbed his penis and lay on the floor, sobbing vociferously.
"Well" sighed Henrik as he dropped the belt by Schildkraut's head, "That was only thirty-nine lashes out of the fifty you was going to get, but I imagine it sent a firm message."
Henrik then clucked his tongue, and Schildkraut got up on his knees and held up his hands like a dogs' forepaws in the "Beg" position.
Indio could see Schildkraut's penis, hanging flaccid out of his pants, covered with various welts from the belt. In spite of the evil flogging it had received, it was struggling once again to harden.
Henrik giggled. "Now lick my boots..they're filled with mud from being on the nasty yard that you administration types are too cheap to pave. So that means you've got to clean me up, and don't get any of that nasty lipstick on my nice boots!"
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