Shakey Psyche

Rutilus

Chapters 15-18

Chapter Fifteen
Menage á Trois

"Good evening, Daniel," he answered back as he walked through. "You're looking well tonight."

"Thank you, sir. And may I return the compliment?" I said with a smile and slight bow.

"I'll take it if you wish to," he said, chuckling. "Now, where's your master?"

"In the kitchen, sir, and I will take you there if you'll follow me."

He nodded and I closed the door behind him. I took his coat, laying it on a chair in the formal living room. We walked into the kitchen and I told my master that he was there. They shook hands and the evening began for the two of them. I made them their drinks and then they headed to the dinning room.

I served them with my usual care and precision. When the main course was finished and dessert was served, I knelt by my master's side as he indicated. As usual, I listened in on their conversation, but didn't ask questions. I waited till later for that.

The funny thing was that every time he visited, I learned more and more about the world going on around me than I ever do in school. Just listening to them talk and then asking questions of Master Sloan later brought the whole thing into a totally clear perspective. I coupled those talks with what I learn in class and at church and before long, the questions went from simple "why" to more in-depth opinionated questions.

The normal conversation went on and on, and it wasn't going anywhere new, so I sort of zoned out a little until I heard my name being used by Master Sloan.

"Have I told you that Daniel's decided to go to the retreat this summer?"

"No," Master Nathan answered back in mild shock and then looked down to me. I had been sitting there for almost half an hour; stock-still. "May I?"

"Of course," he said, nodding.

"Come here, boy," he said in his familiar gruff way. I looked up to my master for permission and he nodded. I rose gracefully and walked over to him and stood, resting before him. "Is this true, Daniel?"

"Yes, Master Nathan."

"And do you know what's going to happen there?"

"Yes, sir."

"And has your master fucked you yet?"

I turned to look at him for permission. If it was a general question, I wouldn't bother, but as it was a personal one, I figured I'd ask first. He nodded his consent to me.

"Yes, sir."

"And what was that like?" That was when I got a little cocky.

"Which time, sir?"

Both men lightly laughed for half a second or so.

"The first time, Daniel," he said, smiling.

"It hurt, sir."

"I figured that, but will you elaborate a little bit?"

"You've always said never to embellish, sir," I said, eliciting another round of a few sniggers from both of them. I allowed myself a small smirk and then back to normal facial expression.

"This kid gets smarter every time I come over here, Sloan," he said, trying to control himself. He turned his attentions back to me again. He sat forward to look me in the eye.

"First, relax," he said and I did. "Good, now, tell me what it was like, please."

"Well, at first we tried with me straddling my master's waist, but that didn't work because it hurt too much and I would sort of chicken out when it got too bad. Then, Master Sloan turned us over to try it another way; with me on my back.

"When that didn't work too well, I sort asked him to do it and not care about me."

"I believe your words were, 'stop being nice and fuck me', Daniel," my master said from the other end of the table.

Master Nathan snickered at my embarrassment for a few seconds again.

"And then?"

"He turned me over and did it, sir," I said, my face getting redder from embarrassment. It was a private time between me and my master. Telling him was like violating some sort of code between lovers. I felt exposed again.

"Besides the pain, what was that like?"

I shyly looked down at my feet for the first time in months. I was back to being that little kid again before these two men. It was like being on a surgeon's table and they were opening me up to look inside me. The feeling of exposure increased.

"It was a personal moment, sir, and it hurt a lot," I said, not looking at him. Tears gathered again and slid down my face.

Master Nathan sat back in his chair away from me and turned to my own master.

"He's not ready yet, Sloan," he said, paying me no nevermind.

"I know," he said, but it wasn't with disappointment, "but he will be by the time it comes around."

He snapped his fingers and pointed to the spot I was kneeling before. I gratefully took it. I wiped my eyes clean of tears and knelt beside him again. I concentrated on breathing normally and not sniffing too hard from the invasive questions Master Nathan put me through.

As I sat there, I realized that my countenance had changed. I wasn't as sharp as I usually was. Master Nathan's questioning had really bothered me. Master Sloan noticed this and snapped his fingers at me and I straightened back up.

"Everything done in the kitchen, Daniel?" he asked me suddenly.

"Yes, sir," I replied, snapping out of a daze, still dwelling on what had happened.

"Nathan, why don't you go on into the living room? We'll be there in a second."

"Sure," he said and left the room.

"Stand!" my master barked as Master Nathan left. I stood and put my hands behind my neck as per instructed. He got in my face and I just knew I was in for it.

"You know that was a test, right?"

"And I totally blew it. Yes, Master, I know." I was sure I had ruined the evening.

"Well, I wouldn't say 'blew it', but it definitely wasn't your best showing. Now, are you up for some fun?" I nodded, getting his meaning. "Good, then come on into the family room; this evening's going to get a little hotter."

I looked up to him with a patented raised eyebrow. He had a knowing smirk that said something was up. I wasn't too sure I wanted to know, but wasn't going to back out of anything either. This was what I was here for, after all.

I wiped my face off and we headed into the family room. Master Nathan was standing in the middle of the room, still drinking his after dinner drink. My master had me help him move the coffee table out of the way. Once that was done, he went to the basement and pulled out something that I had never seen before.

It was a set of two wooden planks and some iron bars connected to them, going in all different directions. He put it in the middle of the room running in the same direction as the coffee table just was.

"I haven't used this in years," he said as he put it in place.

At almost the very end of the two planks were eyebolts; one on each side of the planks. About a foot [30 cm] along the plank was a bar running across the two of them and bolted down. It had another bar attached to it with a 'T' at the top. Halfway down the 'T' was a knob on it for adjusting the height of the top. It was lying down at the time.

Just above that, was another 'T', but it was folded over the first one. Both tops of the bars had clips attached to them at the ends, but the one farthest away from me had what looked like a round circle on it and a lock to one side. It also had a knob for adjustments. Eye bolts were also close to the bottom of that one on the planks.

I gulped when I saw this thing, wondering what they had in mind, but I figured it had something to do with me. My cock responded almost immediately when he set it down in front of me. I battled with it again, forcing it to obey me. I won, but only briefly.

Master Sloan pulled the first T-bar up and it clicked into place; straight up. He hit the knob and adjusted it downward all the way. As he was doing the adjusting, I got over my shock and pulled the bottom T-bar up and it clicked into place. I was already kneeling down at the correct end; as luck would have it.

"Put your knees on the planks, Daniel," he said, pointing downward.

"Yes, sir," I said as he made his way to me.

I put both lower legs on the planks. The ankle cuffs were lined up with the eyebolts at the back of the two planks. Two double die cast snaps were used on each ankle to secure the restraints to both sides of the planks. The same thing was done at my knees to the bottom of the bar that was attached to the planks.

I saw what was happening, and my cock won this battle within mere seconds. I now had no control over its actions, so I didn't even bother fighting it. I know a losing battle when I see one.

"Bend over the bar, Daniel," he said.

"Yes, sir," I said and lay my slim torso over the T-bar. My head was right at the circle with the lock on one side. I backed my head off as I couldn't get it through the loop. He added two more snaps to the belt around my waist, and then to the bar.

I was now shaking with both sexual excitement and the total dread of completely turning myself over to these two men again.

Master Sloan opened the loop up and my head fit through. It was closed and locked into place. It fit snuggly over my leather collar when it locked. Two snaps were to secure each wrist to each of the planks. One snap was used on each elbow to bring it into the longer eyebolts on the vertical bar. I was going nowhere. My master bent down to look things over.

"How's that feel, Daniel?" he asked, looking me right in the eye.

"A little scary, sir," I answered truthfully. I heard a snicker from behind me.

"I'm sure it is," he countered, "but you still have your safeword."

"Rutilus, sir," I said, reconfirming it with both of them.

"Right; use it if this gets too much for you."

"Yes, sir." I had no idea what they were about to do to me, and it was wildly turning me on. My cock was harder than ever. A little fright goes a long way in something like this. And I had plenty.

He began stripping and I heard the same sounds going on behind me. This was going to be the first time I had seen Master Nathan nude. It was making the same nervous/excited kind of feeling intensify. While they stripped, I began thinking about how I could play this. I could be the willing slave and just accept it or I could play the part I knew my master enjoyed and ham it up. To ease my nervousness, I decided on the latter of the two just to see where it went.

When Master Sloan was totally bare, he knelt down in front of me and put his cock to my lips. I closed my lips and turned away.

"Oh no, boy, you're going to take this and swallow what I give you," he said, with his tone getting dangerous.

"But sir, it's nasty to do that," I complained.

"Nasty?! Boy, you don't know your place!" I heard from behind me and a slap to my upturned ass made me wince. But my cock loved it. The damn thing was betraying me again.

"Please, sir, I 3;I 3; I can't do this. It's wrong to do this to a boy!"

"I'll tell you what's right and wrong, boy!" my master growled at me and tried again. I turned away again, forcing my lips shut.

He grabbed my hair and twisted my head back to face his cock again. A light slap across my face that wouldn't even hurt a newborn had me begging again.

"Please don't hurt me," I pleaded with him. "I 3; I'll do whatever you want, but please don't hurt me."

"That's better, boy, now swallow my cock!"

I tentatively nodded and parted my lips, but also sort of scrunched up my face at the thought of it. Playing the part, he didn't care and put the tip to my lips again. My lower jaw dropped and he shoved some of his cock into my mouth. I gagged when it hit the back. I pulled back as far as the hoop will let me and his cock slipped out.

Up to this point, I hadn't taken all of his cock into my mouth, yet. Both he and I've been working on getting me to taking him up my ass. He's neglected forcing it down my throat; up till now, that is. I got the feeling that was about to happen, but I was now getting in the mood to kind of make it fun.

"Your thing's too big sir, I can't do it," I whined.

"Yes you can and you will, boy, and if I hear one more word of complaint, you'll get a beating that'll take years to get over!"

I winced at his words. With that said, another slap had me timidly opening my mouth again to accept him. He shoved it in, totally disregarding my wishes. I gagged again, but he pushed harder. I strained against the bonds and whatever I was attached to. It made me more than uncomfortable; it went into the realm of anxiousness.

All at once, I felt it slide into my throat and my eyes watered at it. It felt a little like I was being violated for the first time again. It wasn't as invasive, or painful, but it was taken out of my hands again. A cock was penetrating another orifice of mine and I had no control over how much it dug into me. Soon, the invading missile passed my air passage divider and my oxygen supply was cut off.

When he had buried all of himself into my throat, he began pulling back out. I had to learn to breathe through my nose as much as possible when he got it past the point of my airway. Mainly it was because his cock filled up my mouth so much that breathing through there was out of the question.

Another sensation began real quick; something fleshy touching my asscheeks. My eyes sprang open fast! I looked up to my master, pleading.

"Oh don't start that again, boy. You've taken my cock and you're now going to take his as well." And right now, apparently.

Being all to familiar with this sensation, but still playing the roll of someone not enjoying getting his ass hammered, I clenched my buttcheeks tight. Master Nathan slapped my cheek hard with his hand. I still didn't loosen up any. Two more slaps and nothing. I wasn't going to make this easy on them.

"Get the crop, Nathan; apparently the boy wants to hurt some."

"Sounds good to me," he said and I felt him rising from behind me.

I began a muffled scream and shaking as much as I could to get their attention.

"Too late, boy; you're going to learn not to deny us anything," Master Sloan said from above me.

He was still just sliding his cock along my throat's walls, in a gentle glide; nothing hard or savage. Master Nathan went over and retrieved the crop that I knew so well by now. He lined up behind me and with a swish through the air, it landed hard on my young ass. I winced, but didn't dare close my mouth or bare my teeth at this moment in time.

The sound of leather slapping skin filled the air for the next several minutes until he felt my butt was red enough for him. The floor barely moved, but it was enough to tell me he was lining up behind me again. His cock touched my crack again, and I kept still.

"That's better," he said with another slap to my already bruised ass.

I felt his fleshy pole begin to part my cheeks and I held on as best as I could for dear life. He didn't plunge his tool straight into me; he worked the tip around my hole for a few turns until he assumed I was ready for coupling by him. I gripped the planks as best as I could and held on while Master Nathan split me open for the first time.

He wasn't as thick was my master, and so it wasn't as painful, but I made it appear so. I groaned out as if in pain.

"Oh, shut up, boy; you've had worse than that inside you!" Master Sloan said as he reinserted his cock down my throat.

Master Nathan may not have been as thick, but he was certainly longer that Master Sloan. It took much longer for him to plow into me, and I could feel it go further inside me. Once fully buried, he and my master pulled out simultaneously and reinserted in the same fashion. Even though my master had been getting his cock sucked on longer, he matched the master that was taking my ass in speed and intensity.

True, I was going nowhere in my bonds, but I felt that I had to hang on to something. Getting doubled fucked for the first time was something of an intense experience. And to this point, my own throbbing member was still saluting proudly. Thankfully, Master Nathan saw that and began to take care of me. All three supreme erogenous zones were being molested at the same time.

I came first, sending shudders of pleasure through me, and a little cum onto the carpeted floor. As I clenched tight, due to my own orgasm, it sent our visiting master into Utopia as well. But just before he began to fill me with his sperm, he pulled out and I felt him shoot all over my back and butt. Just as the last few drops dribbled out, my master stiffened and came as well. I guess seeing Master Nathan cum onto me had some effect on him. He also pulled out and coated my face with his seed.

"Wow," Master Nathan commented.

"Agreed," my own master threw in his opinion.

And baby makes three.

My throat was raw and a little sore, but that was actually enjoyable. I actually liked it when they shot all over my face and back. It was like it was something filthy and slutty. I licked my lips and tasted his cum as it dripped down my face while they recovered at both of my ends.

My master sat down in front of me and looked me in the eye.

"You okay, Daniel?" he asked sincerely.

"Can we do that again, Master?" I asked with a shit-eating grin on my face.

I heard our guest chuckling from behind me.

"You almost had me convinced, boy," he said with another slap to my tender ass.

I hissed and then sort of giggled. He walked around to stand next to my master. His cock was dripping of fluid still.

"Please don't make me clean your 'thing', sir," I moaned. And don't throw me into that briar patch, Brer Bear. "Excellent idea, boy," he growled at me. Master Sloan moved a little to my left to let him kneel down. I turned my head away in disgust.

"Eeww, gross; that's been up my butt, sir," I said, repulsing him away from me.

Master Sloan slapped me across my face again with just a tiny bit more force than the previous one.

"You will clean his cock, boy, or we'll both make you sorry you were ever born!"

"Yes, sir," I said, fearfully.

I barely opened my mouth and the cock in question was laid on the lower lip. I stuck my tongue out and licked the tip. Thankfully I cleaned myself out earlier, or I would never have suggested this. It wasn't all that bad, though. I could taste only a small bit of me on him, but it was mainly his precum and jizm that I tasted. I licked it as clean as I could, but it began growing again in the process.

"Oh God, not again," I moaned out loud.

"Oh definitely again, boy," Master Nathan said with a certain amount of relish in his voice.

With that, his now clean cock was shoved back in my mouth. This time aimed for my throat, not a cleaning tongue. It slipped all the way back and before I knew it, the slimmer cock invaded my gullet. I felt the head go past my tonsils, but it wasn't as bad as my master's cock, being that it was a bit skinnier.

"I might as well tag the other end," my own master proclaimed. Well, we wouldn't want to force you, now would we?

I felt him feed the cock that I was used to into me. Just being reamed out by another's tool made me a little sore, but also broken in for the night. His cock slipped right inside with very little resistance.

"Jesus, you're loose, kid. You been fucked recently?" he rhetorically asked.

Both men chuckled at my helplessness and continued fucking both my ends. I began flexing my gluttial muscles, squeezing my master's cock on each stroke, wanting to see if that was going to have any effect on him. Also, I tightened my throat muscles and lips around Master Nathan's cock. I was trying to make them cum as soon as possible; just to see if I could.

The previous time, both of them took their time with me; almost gliding into the offering of my body. This was not the case this second time around. This time, things did start out slow, but got faster and harder as time went by. After about only ten minutes or so, both of them were fucking me as hard as they could; using my young boy's frame for their own pleasure.

Master Nathan groaned first, pulling out for my second facial of the evening. His cum mixed with what my master had left behind earlier. I tried licking off what was there, but only got a few drops.

My master and owner was now laying into me like nothing else. My hole was taking abuse like it hadn't since my initial taking. It was like he was trying to fuck my brains out through my ass, or something. He was ruthless on me; jack hammering non-stop for longer than I cared to think about. A small eternity later, he slammed harder than ever into me and I felt him stiffen. He pulled out as well and my back was coated with more cum. I think some of it shot into my hair, even.

Master Nathan had already collapsed in front of me and I felt Master Sloan do the same behind me. And to be honest, I was worn out also. Both of my holes were raw and aching. My cock needed relief again, but it could wait. I was happy that both of them were satisfied.

When the clock on the wall caught my eye, I saw that we had been going at it for over an hour straight. No wonder I was worn out. Master Nathan began removing the snaps from my wrist and elbow cuffs. My neck was set free after he got the key from my master. I pulled it back and relaxed a little.

Master Sloan went to get a warm washrag from the kitchen while I was continuing to be released by his guest. The cum was wiped off my back and face before any of it got on the carpet and the little I shot was cleaned up as well. Once my knee and ankle restraints were unclipped, I moved my aching body around for the first time in an hour. I stretched out both legs one at a time.

Both men took the contraption back to the basement and I collapsed onto the floor. I was utterly exhausted, but didn't fall asleep. My master came over and picked me up and sat down on the couch with my body lying next to him. My head was on his lap, looking out, over his legs and at Master Nathan. I watched him get dressed as my master tenderly stroked my back.

"Looks like we wore the kid out, Sloan," he replied, putting his pants on.

"Yeah, that's true," he said, smiling. As they weren't talking to me, I knew my place and didn't comment.

We bid him farewell at the front door and I gave him a hug and kiss. We headed upstairs and I fell asleep almost instantly in his powerful arms. I woke the next day to sunlight streaming into the room. My sleeping master was on his back next to me and I kind of smiled to myself about the previous night's endeavors. I reached back and felt my backdoor; slightly sore, but not too bad off.

Feeling a little adventurous, I rolled over and began playing with his cock. A nice long lick had it responding very well. Three more slurps later and it was completely hard and ready for using. I lubed up my butt's entrance and straddled him, facing his feet. I aimed it right where I needed to have it inside me once again. One relaxing motion of my legs and I had impaled myself on him.

The initial entry stung, but I continued; impervious to anything else. I slowly rode him until I was all the way down and sitting on his prone lap. I felt a muscle move under me and smiled.

"Good morning, Master," I said, not bothering to turn around.

"Good morning, little slut," he calmly said. "Just what do you think you're doing?"

"Going for a ride, sir?"

"I see," he said and I could just tell he was smirking by the way he said it.

I curled my legs back behind me and beside his torso and began to raise my frame up, using only my legs. When I felt he was just about to slip out, I lowered back down. And so my morning ride began. I started out at a nice even, steady pace and then began to speed up. My cock rose to the occasion as well, and I reached down my body.

"Don't even think about touching yourself, boy," he snarled at me.

"I 3; 'm 3;not 3; go 3; ing 3; to 3; Mass 3; ter," I said with each slide of my anal walls along his cock. It felt great to have him inside me while I'm calling the shots for once.

I did reach my groin, but continued down to his hairy balls. They were just lying there and I figured he would want them played with. As I continued to ride his cock, I carefully grabbed one of his fuzzy nuts. Still being careful, I fondled it in one hand while steadying myself with the other. It felt strange compared to my own tight, hairless ones that still had yet to really grown any.

"Squeeze it," he whispered lightly. I nodded the best as I could as I pistoned along his manhood. I gave it a gentle squeeze, remembering how sensitive they are. He groaned in response. I did it again, but a little harder, and elicited another groan from him.

His hands clapped to my sides as he asked for it again. I felt him tense up and moan out in orgasmic pleasure. I had learned something the previous night and wanted it again. I pulled my body totally off his cock and with the same hand that had been squeezing the nut, I aimed it for my back. I felt hot, sticky cum shoot all over my skin as he came in ropes of the stuff. After a quick, final shudder, I turned around and dutifully cleaned him up with my tongue.

"You like getting cum all over you, huh?" he asked with a sly smile.

"I do now, Master," I said, grinning after cleaning him.

"Hold still," he said and moved off the bed.

I did lie down fully on his bed, but stayed on my stomach to keep the semen on my back and off his sheets. I expected him to go get a washrag or towel or something. Imagine my surprise when I felt his tongue begin to wipe up his seed from my back. I turned to look at him, but he motioned for me to lie still.

He tongue-bathed my back until I was clean of sperm and then we headed off for a real shower together. I washed him again and he did the same for me. I was getting hard from his attentions to me and I began controlling my cock better.

"Don't," he said when he saw me working to make it obey me.

He knelt down fully and vacuumed my cock into his mouth. As I didn't want to interfere with what he was doing, I put my hands behind my neck and let him work. I closed my eyes at his masterful manipulations, so I didn't see him move his hand up to my backdoor. I squirmed a little and opened my legs wider.

He grabbed my left one and put it over his right shoulder. It fell to rest at the bend in the knee and I just balanced on my right leg. His finger found its way inside me with no problems or resistance. He slid it along a couple of times and then inserted another one.

"Yes, sir 3;," I whispered at the penetration.

His mouth continued to work my stiffy with such accuracy that it should've been protected by law. The whole thing was worked over by his tongue; from head to base. He began sliding along its length in between speeding up the pumping of his fingers.

"Oh God, yes, fuck me, Master," I hummed.

His fingers worked me over faster and then they were taken out. A third finger was added upon reentry. I hissed, but it felt good. I had to raise my leg up that was on his shoulder to put the bottom of my foot on him.

I just had to move my hands and I held on to the sides of the shower as my feelings heightened. They weren't orgasmic yet, but they were getting there fast.

"Fuck me, Master," I asked him, getting beyond the whispering stage.

He slammed his three fingers in me harder and harder until it felt his whole hand was doing me. I wanted his cock, but this was the next best thing. I grunted and groaned at every pump of his hand and then I hit my high. I couldn't hold back any longer and released my seed down my master's throat for the first time.

I twitched like crazy as I came down from that one. We kissed as he stood back up.

"You taste divinely, Daniel," he said with a smile.

"You taste better, Master," I smirked back.

"We'd better hurry and finish; we got a lot to do today," he said with a slap to the back of my leg. I nodded and we finished our shower. I had no idea what he was talking about.

Chapter Sixteen
People

"Trust me," he said, ruffling my hair.

"I always have, sir," I answered. It wasn't totally true; I wasn't too sure about things with the lightning storm, but I think he got the implication.

"Everyone decent?" I asked as the two of us walked in the front door.

"We're back here, Trae," my mother called from the kitchen.

I looked around the corner and saw that both of them were fully dressed. Brad was nowhere in sight. Fine with me. Master Sloan walked with me to the side of the wall. They saw him and invited him into the kitchen. My dad asked him if he would like some coffee and Master Sloan accepted. I watched how it was brewed, so that the next time I was there, I could do it for him. He took it black.

"So, tired of him already, eh?" my dad asked, humorously. I growled while my master snickered.

"Well, I'm kind of getting there, Dan," he said.

"Hey!" I piped in again, as was expected, I'm sure. The three adults had another little laugh at my expense.

"Actually, Dan, I want to talk to you and Susan about something Daniel and I have discussed. There are a few things that he has expressed an interest in."

"Like what?" my mother asked.

"Like a martial arts retreat in June," he started with right off the bat.

I was sitting next to Master Sloan to his left. My dad was still standing while my mother was sitting in front of him as he talked. I was able to see both of them without either looking suspicious.

Both of my parents looked at each other and then back to Master Sloan.

"A retreat?" my mother finally asked.

"Yes. It brings together all the young students of different disciplines (ain't that the truth) for a four day retreat. As far as the cost is concerned; it's minimal and I can take care of that, if you're worried about that."

Yeah, I could just see my parents paying to have sadistic men chase me around with nets to see which of them would get to fuck my brains out. How Christian of them.

"It's not the money, Sloan, I think it's just that Trae's never been away from us for more than a night."

"I believe he can handle it, Susan. You've both seen how much he's matured over these few months. And I believe that over the next four months or so, he'll be ready for it."

My left leg was vibrating like Thumper in that Disney flick. It was almost shaking the drinks off the table. My master's stare brought a real quick end to that. I was just so nervous about this.

"Well, we have some time to make that decision, but right now, I don't see any reason why not," my dad threw in.

I wanted to jump out of my seat and hug him right there. But, I remained composed. Barely.

"Also, something else that has come up," my master added. Here's the biggie. "There's a competition that's held every three years called a Kumite. They just held one this past summer and so the next one's not for another two and a half years."

"A Kumite?" my mother asked.

"Yes. It's held this time in Tokyo."

"Japan?"

Do you know any other, Mom? Intelligence at its finest.

"Yes, Japan," my master commented graciously. A lot more gracious than I would've been. "Now, let me say a few things about it, so that you'll get the full picture. It's secret; very secret. Those who are a part of it will deny it to their dying breath."

"Why so secretive?" Here it comes.

"It's illegal."

I thought both of my parents were about to have a conniption fit of some sort. My mom looked at Master Sloan as if he was telling them he had just fucked me in the ass. My dad sort of just raised an eyebrow, but a vein was bulging a little bit more; he was the one I was counting on.

"I get the feeling there's more to it." Dear old dad.

"Yes, there is. The adult version of it is significantly more brutal that the one for the youths. The best fighters come from all over the world to participate. For centuries, it was only for those in the Orient, but lately, it's been opened to everyone. And it's by invite only."

"Is it a fight to the death, or something?"

"No, but people have died in it. But not in the one for the youths. I know of no deaths that have ever occurred in that arena."

"Then the one for the kids isn't illegal?" my mom finally rejoined the conversation.

"Oh, it's illegal, Susan, but not for that reason. It's illegal because the same rules apply."

"What are the rules?" my dad got back in.

"There are none," I finally spoke up, trying not to grin.

"You were just waiting for that question, weren't you?" Master Sloan asked with a smirk. I nodded and grinned. He knew me so well.

"What do you mean by, 'no rules'?" my dad asked my master.

Master Sloan and I filled my parents in on the particulars of both of the fights and what was at stake. They took it all in pretty well, all things considered. Master Sloan did reiterate that I had a full two and a half years before the contest, so there was plenty of time to train and grow.

He also told them that it was my decision to go or not. I thought that they would throw him out of the house right then and there, but it didn't happen. I guess that was a sign in our favor. My master told them of my interest in going and that I would need to be at his house every Friday night and pretty much all day on Saturday for training.

They asked if I was actually serious and I said that I was. But my master did warn them that my increased training would have to begin right away if I had any chance at the fight.

"Well, what could a little more training hurt?" my dad rhetorically asked. So, that was settled. They didn't say I could go to the Kumite, but they didn't say I couldn't either.

We left the house two hours after we initially entered. I know that an argument was already brewing about what was said. It started before I even closed the door.

"Your father seems in favor of it," he said as I was buckling my seatbelt.

"Well, let's just say that I'm not his son; I used to be more my mother's son than his. Brad's his."

"How'd that happen?"

"Beats me, Master," I said with a shrug. "But for once, I'm glad it did."

He drove us to a local mall in downtown San Antonio, and he told me what he wanted me to do as we walked inside.

"The whole time we're walking around the mall, I want you to keep a part of you touching me at all times."

I smiled devilishly at him.

"Not like that, Daniel," he said, getting my intent. "Now, this is serious."

"May I ask why, Master?" I asked, turning serious.

"This is practice for the retreat. When we go there, I'll want you to do that at all times."

I opened the door and we walked inside. I instantly put a finger through the belt loop of his jeans. I understood the reason for the exercise; it was to make it automatic when we go there in June. I also knew why I had to do it. He knew what some of those men were like there, and I had to trust that he knew what he was talking about.

We walked around for over two hours while I held on to the belt loop, or touched the side of his leg, or his arm. I knew this was important, so I made an effort to follow his lead. A few times I had to laugh to myself as people saw me with my collar. One kid begged his father to buy him one.

"If he only knew what this was for," I smirked. Master Sloan chuckled back at me.

"Have a seat, Daniel," he told me at one point.

We sat down next to each other on a seat close to a store. He wasn't moving and I thought something might be wrong. I asked him.

"Nothing's wrong, Daniel," he said. I figured he was teaching me another lesson on patience, so I sat. And I sat. And sat some more. After another three hours of sitting, he turned to me.

"Describe everyone that used that pay phone for me, Daniel," he said out of the clear blue.

"Do what, Master?"

"Describe all the people that used that pay phone."

"You're kidding," I said in shock. I knew he wasn't, but there was no way I could do what he asked.

"What've you been doing while we've been sitting here?" He wasn't angry, but it was like he was more insistent.

"Nothing, Master," I said, feeling I had failed another test.

"Why?"

"I thought you were teaching me another lesson on patience or meditating or something like that."

"Sort of, but just because you're just sitting there, doesn't mean you turn your brain off. During the meals with Nathan, do you just zone out, or listen to the conversation?"

"I listen," I said and he knew that was true.

"Yes. Now tell me why you do that."

"Because you might need me to do something for you, so I listen. But, Master, that was different."

"True, but you still needed to pay attention. And at this retreat, you need to constantly pay attention at everything and everyone. It is vital that you do so. I may be able to see some things, but I can't see everything. You'll need to look out for yourself as well."

I nodded that I understood. I was kind of disappointed in myself that I hadn't picked up on what he was actually trying to teach me. We went home from there. My first time out was sort of a successful failure. I succeeded at keeping with him, but failed at the more important lesson of watching.

I went to sleep that night thinking that this was going to be harder than I thought. I was going to have to start doing this on my own. And I made the effort starting the very next day. At church, I watched everyone as they came and went. And I noticed a few things about some of the people there in church; some of them there gave me the shivers.

There was one man in particular that bothered me. He didn't seem interested in me, so he never really saw me. It was the girls he liked watching, and it wasn't in a nice way. I had seen that look before. Every preteen girl that walked by or was sitting down, he leered at lasciviously. I had seen him before, but never picked up on it. Now it stood out like a beacon. I kept my suspicions to myself for the time being. I did ask the pastor what the man's name was and he told me it was Alan Davis.

That Friday, Cody was there at the house when I arrived. I smiled and he helped me with my bindings once I was naked. We took care of Master Sloan for the evening meal and turned in for the night. He went to the master bedroom and we headed for the guest room.

"Wanna have some fun?" he asked as we lay facing each other.

"Gee, I don't know, it sounds kind of dangerous," I teased him a little. I got a clip on the arm for my troubles.

He disappeared out the door and back again with some clips, locks and a few chains. My cock began growing instantly.

"Put your arms behind your back," he said, picking out a couple of locks from the set.

I did as he asked and the wrist bonds on one arm were locked to the elbow bonds on the other. Snaps were added to secure the elbow bonds to my waist band. Then he took two chains and clipped them to both ankle bonds. My legs were pulled apart to stretch the whole width of the bed at the foot. I had been able to do "the splits" of course, but this pulled my groin muscle out even farther. It actually felt good.

"Damn, you are limber, Daniel," he said, impressed. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I said, sort of feeling the tightness of it.

"How's it feel?"

"Kind of hurts, but in a good way," I said.

I felt him hook the other chain to both of my elbow bindings and then it was attached to the bar above us. The crank was inserted and I was raised off the bed about a foot [30 cm]. I figured he would climb onto the bed and have me suck him off, but he didn't. He walked around behind me and began playing with my groin area.

"What's it feel like?"

"I already told you that it feels good," I said.

"No, I mean 3; getting 3; you know 3;," he said, not really knowing how to put it.

"Getting fucked?" I finished for him.

"Yeah," he said, circling around to sit in front of me.

"Can we have this conversation later when I'm not hanging by the bedposts?"

He giggled.

"I might keep you up there all night," he said with a wicked grin.

"You wouldn't," I said, not getting worried, because I wasn't in any real pain, but hanging there all night would definitely make me sore the next day.

"I could 3;," he hinted. I got the gist.

"It hurts the first few times," I acquiesced, "but after that it begins to kind of feel good. I guess it's kind like the same thing for a girl getting it for the first few times."

"Maybe I should get my uncle to get you a dress and lipstick," he chided.

"Oh, very funny, but I'm not the one with the long hair," I came back with. As he didn't really have a comeback for that, he just stuck his tongue out at me. "Careful or I might find another use for that, you know."

"Not in your current condition," he informed me. Not much to argue about that.

"Did he do it hard the first time?" he asked when our giggles died down.

"He had to," I said, shrugging my shoulders somewhat defensively. "I was too tight and too scared to do it myself."

"And now?"

"Why do you want to know all this?"

"I dunno," he shrugged back.

"That's not an answer, Cody."

"Yeah, but I don't have to answer; I'm not the one tied up."

"You gonna do this every time I'm tied up?"

"Yeah, probably," he said with a smile. We giggled again.

"Come on, Cody; why do you want to know?" I asked again.

"I was just curious, that's all."

"Curiosity leads to experimenting, you know," I said with another raised eyebrow.

He mumbled something that I didn't catch. I asked him to repeat that.

"Maybe I want to," he said, getting his voice a little louder.

"Well, maybe we can later on when you get me down from here, but right now, is there something you want from me?"

"Yeah; suck me, boy," he said, getting into a kneeling position where I can suck his cock.

I opened my mouth and he slipped his dick inside. I closed and sucked like I was slurping up a spaghetti noodle. He groaned at the sensation. It felt good that I could bring that much pleasure to him. He began rocking back and forth, building up a good steady rhythm.

His moaning increased, but I heard something else and had to smile. The smile released the vacuum I had on his cock and he stopped. He pulled out and looked down.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Care to join us, Master?" I asked to an otherwise empty room.

Cody whipped his head to the doorway and Master moved into the arch, sniggering.

"How 3;?" Cody asked, looking down at me. I snickered.

"He was there the last time we were having fun and the floor creaked slightly a second ago," I said, shrugging.

My master pulled his shirt over his head and walked in to stand behind me. I heard him place a small stool behind me at the foot of the bed and then he mounted it; I was next. Cody was watching his movements without doing anything. I got slightly miffed at him.

"You wanna gimme your dick back, or what?" I chided him.

Cody giggled and put it back to my lips while I dutifully opened again. Just as he fit it inside my mouth, Master Sloan put his at my backdoor. I could tell that Cody was more interested in what was going on at the foot of the bed than what I was doing for him. Since it was something that interested him, it didn't bother me so much.

"Uuuuhhh 3;," I gasped as my master's cock penetrated me yet again.

The neatest part of this scene was that my master didn't need to do anything other than plow into me. The way I was strung up made me swing naturally back and forth without veering any sideways. I was able to slide my mouth along Cody's cock while my master gave me the business end of his at the same time.

I figured that my master had been standing at the door for quite some time playing with himself, as it didn't take too long for him to shoot his jizm into me. I felt Cody's dick jump and he spazmed out his own climax into my oral cavity. I let him go as he slumped back onto the pillows.

"Looks like we're going to have to take your training up a notch," Master told me as he pulled his cock out. Wonderful; can't wait.

I felt him glide his finger over my nuts and then run it along the length of my stiffy. Precum had been leaking out severely the whole time I was hanging, so a copious amount had gathered beneath me.

"Cody, reach into the nightstand and get me out the buttplug inside there, please," Master Sloan said as my cock was being stroked.

Buttplug?! What the hell's a buttplug??!

"It's high time you got acquainted with one of these, Daniel," he said plainly.

Cody nodded and obeyed. I looked to see just exactly what a buttplug was. It was bulbous in shape, but about the same width of my master's cock. It had a smaller tip, graduating into a round ball-like shape and then back to a smaller size at the end before a small platform finished it off.

Using his own seed as lubricant, Master fit the tip of the plug inside the opening to my asshole. He twisted it a couple of times while pumping it along my sphincter. As the widest part began to fill me up, I realized that it was slightly larger in girth that Master Sloan's cock. I grimaced in discomfort as it slipped inside, then only the feeling that something was breaching my inner being. I felt my hole slurp it into place and I sighed at the somewhat lessened volume of it now.

"You'll wear that at all times from now on, Daniel," he said and left the room after I acknowledged his command.

"Wow," Cody commented with wide opened eyes. "How does that feel?"

"Weird," I said simply.

"You want down?"

After thinking about it for half a minute or so, I nodded. He gently let me down and untied my ankles and arms. Instinctively, I reached back to feel the plug at my rear barrier. It felt weird, alright, but not too bad. I flicked it with my finger, but then left it alone. I slipped off the bed and stretched out like I did the last time Cody and I played. It felt kind of strange to move around with something sticking out of my ass.

Cody was looking at me kind of pleadingly as I slid back onto the bed.

"What is it?" I asked, reaching up and stroking his arm.

"Will you do that to me?" he asked shyly.

"Do what to you?" I had a feeling what he was asking, but I wanted him to ask outright.

"You know 3;," he stalled, "do what Uncle Sloan did to you."

"Well, lemme see if there's another buttplug around here somewhere," I said, turning over.

"No, I mean the other thing." I rolled back over and stroked his face with my hand.

"If you can't ask for it correctly, you're not ready, Cody," I informed him lovingly. I had asked for it correctly from my master and yet I still wasn't ready. I only thought I was.

"Okay, will you have sex with me?" he asked, looking down at the comforter on the bed.

"Come here," I said, smiling. I wasn't going to make light of this after he placed his trust in me.

I kissed him full on the lips when he got close to me. I reached over again and gently stroked the side of his face with the back of my hand. I kissed him again, but with a little more passion. He wasn't opening his mouth, though.

"Open your mouth the next time; I wanna show you something," I said with a smile. He nodded.

We kissed and I felt his jaw drop a bit and my tongue slipped inside easily. It surprised him as much as it did me the first time. I showed by example how to properly French kiss and he responded. I pushed him backwards to lie on his back. I followed him to lie on top of him.

We kept making out for a while, to get him more into it. He began mimicking my movements as we felt each others' bodies. I felt his hand move downwards and over the globes of my ass. His fingers moved over the top of the plug and after playing with it momentarily, moved onward.

"Do it, Daniel," he said upon breaking our kiss. We looked into each others' eyes and I could see nothing but genuine affection in there. I nodded and kissed him again.

After breaking our liplock, I began heading south, moving my body with me as I went; kissing his chin, Adam's apple, chest, each nipple, sternum, xiphoid process, navel and then to his stiff prick. I licked it from tip down to its base. His hands went to the sides of my head, pulling my face up to look at him.

"No, not that," he said, almost disappointedly.

"Trust me," I said with a smile and returned to my work.

He let me go and I ran my tongue along his cock again, all the way to his almond-sized balls. He groaned a little as I sucked both testicles into my warm mouth. I worked a finger up to his backside's doorway. I worked it around a few times before I spit his balls out to move onward.

"Gimme a pillow," I told him and he threw one down to me. I bent his knees and pulled his feet up to rest them just outside my shoulders. I had him raise his butt up for me to put the pillow underneath him.

Once his anal flower was in the right position, I had to sit back a little to take a look at it. I smiled a little at the pink barrier. I sighed and lowered my face back down to his private area. After one swipe of my tongue to his balls, I moved over his taint and then to the main corridor of the area.

My hands worked their way around his hips to continue playing with his stiffy while I rimmed his hole. He moaned at the dual assault on his boyhood. I saw him reach his hands down to try and reach me.

"Put them behind your head," I suggested, remembering the times Master had done this for me. He nodded and gripped the back of his neck.

I worked my tongue up to his virginal flower again and instead of simply rimming him, I began pushing into it. He moaned as I broke through. It was an interesting sensation for me as well, to have my tongue where it wasn't intended to be. I pushed harder, spreading his backdoor open a little wider and I saw him wince a little. I knew that feeling all too well. I snaked my tongue around a few times and then while I pulled my legs up and got my body into position, I pulled my tongue out of him.

He opened his eyes as I rose up to get ready. I lifted his legs up by his knees. It put his boy-hole in prime position.

"Hold these, will ya?" I asked, attempting a little levity. He didn't respond, so I didn't continue down that road. He did reach up and hold his legs back by his knees.

I aimed my cock at his sphincter and gently pushed into him. It wasn't as forgiving as I thought it would be, so I had to push a little harder. It started to give way, but he winced.

"Easy, now, Cody," I whispered to him. I knew how difficult this would be for him. He nodded, but I could see tears forming in his eyes. I stopped a second. "We don't have to do this, you know."

"No, it's okay," he said with a nod.

"You sure?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Now I know how my master felt all along; the conflict inside of caring for someone, yet about to cause intentional pain to them.

"Yeah," he said while nodding.

I went back to what I was doing before and began pressing my three-incher [7½ cm] into him. He winced again, but I knew what not to do; stop. Withdrawing wouldn't help anything if he was determined to do this. With a great deal of inner strength, I shoved my hips forward, impaling him on my short rod. His wincing graduated to grimacing in that very second.

He let his knees go and I caught them. His hands reached over for another pillow and he groaned into it. I waited with bated breath for it to finish. I wrapped one arm around both of his legs that were now straightened out and pressing against my body. The other hand reached down and stroked his chest, trying to sooth out his pain anyway I could.

I let him settle down before moving forward. Finally, he relaxed his frame and the pillow fell away. I leaned forward a little and my cock slipped inside a little more. It wasn't intentional, but it happened. He winced again and I stopped.

"Sorry," I said, really meaning it.

"It's okay," he smiled back, wiping his eyes clear.

His legs widened and I was able to get to his mouth again. We kissed some to alleviate some tension and he relaxed more. I pushed a little more into him and he accepted me a little better. Another push and I was fully buried inside my fellow servant.

I had mixed feelings about the encounter. It felt great to my cock, but I've learned that my cock's feelings are not always the correct ones. I was also feeling guilty about putting him through the pain of being penetrated for the first time. I knew I wasn't as big as my master, thank God for small (shameless pun, I know) favors, but it was still the invasive act of violating a personal area of someone I cared about.

"You okay?" I asked, making sure.

"It hurts a little, but, yeah, I guess so. What about you?" Now, there's an odd question.

"Me? Oh, I'm just peachy," I replied and we both had a little chuckle together.

I leaned down for another kiss and then I looked him in the eye. I raised my eyebrows as if to ask him if he was ready. He slowly blinked his eyes and then nodded. I pulled my hips backward, sliding my cock out a little. He winced slightly, but otherwise made no other sound. I shoved back into him and he let out a grunt.

I ran my hand down to his prick to find it a little bit soft. A few strokes of my hand changed that quickly. I began stroking him in time with my hips' movements. His cock responded agreeably to everything that was happening around it. A few strokes later, and he was cumming hard with a loud audible groan.

I shoved one hard time to make him feel it while cumming, and then waited for him to calm down. Even though he came, it wasn't enough to finish me off, just yet. When he opened his eyes, I was smiling down at him.

"You haven't done that yet, have you?"

"Nope," I said, shaking my head. "Can you go on?"

"Do I have a choice?" he asked with a slight smirk.

"Not really," I replied with one of my own and a shrug.

"Well, in that case, how can I help?"

I smiled and leaned down for another kiss.

"Just being my friend is more than enough," I whispered, while lovingly stroking his cheek.

He smiled back up at me and then gave me another kiss. He sat up a little straighter and wrapped his arms around my waist. We stayed like that for a few seconds before going on. I reached back and moved his hands downward to my butt. Using only my hands, I showed him what I liked and what felt good to me.

"Mmmm, that feels good," I sighed, getting excited again.

I leaned forward and laid us back down on the sheets. While his hands roamed around on my butt, I began pumping his boy-pussy again. His legs were out about as far as they were going to go and it gave me the room I needed for my body to lay on his. I had to be mindful of his nuts as they were right under me, but otherwise I had all the room I needed. At one point, his hand brushed over the rubber that was plugging up my own hole, and I shivered. That was a pleasant surprise.

"Oo! Do that again," I told him.

He did as I asked and it thrilled me again when his fingers twitched it. My cock also seemed to like it. I thrust into him harder as lustful feelings washed over my body. I hit my climax just as he made one more swipe of his hand over the plug. I groaned at the release and shivered from head to toe.

Panting, I collapsed onto his body. He hissed as I had forgotten about his jewels being caught between us. I quickly moved to my right and my cock slipped out of his rectum. I sighed and flopped onto the bed on my back. I twitched ever so slightly, but soon relaxed completely.

"Whew," he commented. I snickered.

"I know what you mean," I answered and gently rolled to face him. "How do you feel?"

He gave it a moment's thought before answering.

"I'm actually okay," he said with a comfortable smile. His brown eyes shown clear through. "So, what do we do now?" he asked with a big sigh.

"Traditionally, I think we're supposed to smoke a cigarette," I said with a smirk.

"That'll go over real well with my uncle," he said after we finished giggling about it.

We ended up falling blissfully asleep in each other's arms.

Chapter Seventeen
A Simple Valentine's Day

The only question now, was; what was I going to do to show him how much I cared? I thought of all the idiotic things people do on that day and rejected all of them. Candy, flowers, and singing telegrams were not something that either of us were in to. I had to come up with something original. Something worthy of our relationship.

I came up with something the weekend before the day itself. It was on a Tuesday that year, and so what I was going to do had to be done at school. Master Sloan told me that the blond guy that was there at the end of Christmas was also going to be there that day; perfect. I would need his, James's, help if this was going to work as I'd hoped.

I went to school that day with a hard-on from hell. I just couldn't make it go down for the life of me, but I also wasn't going to even think about stroking it. I had to wait till later for any of that.

I got to my first class and as I walked in, the teacher handed me a card with the name "Trae" on it. I looked questioningly at him, wondering who this could be from. I took it and opened the envelope. The outside of the card read, "To someone special who's always in my thoughts." I flipped it open and it was a blank card with a personal note that read, "I wish we could be together today. Love, Cody."

I hadn't even thought of getting him anything. My sole thought was for my master, but Cody's was on me. I wondered if I was being selfish in giving all of my time and attention to Master Sloan and leaving him none. Master hadn't told me when he would be coming back over to the house. I hoped it would be soon.

Daring others to make fun of me, I kissed the card and slipped it onto my pack for the day. He deserved that much from me, at least.

For the rest of the morning, I wrestled with my feelings for my master and for Cody. Both were equally strong, but for Master Sloan, they were more powerful and intense. But the ones I had for Cody were softer and friendlier. I wasn't paying a bit of attention to my studies that day. Mr. Dithers called me on it, and I told him I was fine.

"There's just a lot going on upstairs, sir," I said and turned from the room. This time, I knew he had looked at my ass, but I let it go. Other things of greater significance were on my mind at the time.

At lunch, I tried studying, as usual, but it became obvious after a while that it just wasn't going to happen. I slammed the book closed with a roar of frustration. I needed some focus and I wasn't going to get it here in a noisy cafeteria full of kids. I left the room, and the others moved out of my way as I stalked outside. Any other time, I would've enjoyed that, but right then it was lost on me.

I headed to the baseball field and the absent wire fencing that was supposed to protect the audience behind home plate. The poles were up, but the wire mesh that went with it was gone. I dropped my bag and jumped to the first rung. I swung upwards to it, placing my feet on the bar into a crouched position. From there, I jumped up to the next bar and did a pull up to my waist.

I began doing loops around the pole when someone walked up to the poles.

"Are you okay, Trae?"

"Yes, Mr. Hastings, I'm fine. No worries."

"Well, I can tell that you're fine physically, but mentally was what I was wondering about."

I was now doing a one-armed handstand on the top pole, balancing my body perfectly.

"I don't know what you're talking about, sir," I said, trying to maintain concentration on holding my position.

"Trae, you're punishing yourself. Anyone can see that."

I swung down and dropped to the next bar down for a crouched rest. I looked him in the eye.

"It's just something personal, sir, and that's all I can say. Please don't ask me any more about it."

"Alright," he said as I totally dismounted, landing in front of him. "But I hope you know that you can come to me and at any time to talk if you need it."

"Thank you, sir, and I will if I need to," I said with a smile.

Totally uncharacteristically of a school's principal, he ran his finger down my jaw line with a smile. He then seemed to realize what he just did, made a fist as if to catch himself, and then walked off. I sort of watched him walk away, wondering what that was all about.

I shook my head of it, deciding that I would have to deal with that later also. I knuckled down the rest of the day so that I didn't have too much homework for the next day. About fifteen minutes before the end of the last class, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I took a marker that I had bought that previous weekend with me.

Once inside the stall, I lowered my pants down to my ankles and thought about what I had in mind. I turned around and began writing a message on the back of my legs in the ink. Thankfully, I was able to find washable ink. I just had to be careful on my walk to my master's house. I had a little bit of Saran wrap with me and wrapped my legs in it to protect the writing better.

The bell rang as I was leaving the bathroom. I got my pack and headed out for the house. When I got there, the car was in the parking lot as planned. I walked inside the door and heard the sound of a lash hitting human skin. A muffled scream followed shortly there after. I smiled and began getting undressed.

The Saran wrap was removed as I slid my pants down my legs so that my master wouldn't see it. All of my bindings were applied to the specified areas and I walked into the family room and waited.

"About time, boy," Master Sloan stated as he lashed James's backside again.

"Yes, sir; a teacher held me up."

"Anything I should know about?"

"No, sir."

"Very well. Go ahead and get the water and soap for this one ready. He seems ready to cum any time." He lashed out again and the victim screamed into the ball gag for another time.

I made sure he was facing James on the wall as I walked into the kitchen. As I was bending down to get the bucket, I reached back and slipped my buttplug out of my ass. I was going to do it at the wall, but I decided that it would work better beforehand. I heard three quick lashes in a row and a groan in ecstasy from the room behind me. I filled the bucket and walked back inside the room. Cum was dripping down the wall between the young man's legs.

"Get this mess cleaned up, boy," he said to him as he untied his wrists from the ropes.

"Yes, sir," was the reply when the ball gag was removed.

"Make sure he cleans it well, Daniel," he said.

"Yes, Master," I replied and he left the room for upstairs. Sometimes Master Sloan needs a piss after working someone over. I knew he never jacked off, as he had me there for sexual release whenever he wanted.

I moved fast because we didn't have much time to do this. I went to James's side and shook my head, no. He looked at me in question.

"We don't have time for explanations, James; just do what I want you to do."

He didn't know what I was asking, but nodded anyway. I moved him away from the wall and took his place with my back against it. I raised my arms and spread them out. He took the hint. I had to use a stool that was beside us to get into proper position, but it was enough.

He tied the ropes to my wrist bindings as tight as he could. I nodded after testing each one. I raised one leg up as high as I could, indicating him to tie it to that same eyebolt. He smirked, but did as I wanted. When it was tied off, he looked to the other leg and I nodded. He took it and raised it up also to the opposite eyebolt as well.

Both my right arm and right leg were tied to one bolt while the same was true of my left. My boy-pussy was showing itself off splendidly to anyone and everyone in the room. He smiled and shook his head in disbelief.

My cock was angrily pointing straight at me. I just wished I could've sucked myself off. Now, that would've been a neat trick.

"Now the blindfold and gag, then the pins," I whispered.

He nodded and got a rag for my mouth first. I wasn't quite ready for a ball gag yet. The cloth was wrung into a rope, fit around my head, and tied off to the side. Another was prepared the same way and then fit over my eyes.

I then felt him rub my right nipple to get it hard. I almost hyperventilated in anticipation to what came next. A clothes pin was put over it and let go. I squinted in pain as it closed on top of it, but didn't utter a sound. I did have to bite down hard on the gag, though. One more to go, and when it clamped down, I had to bite again. Good God, did that hurt.

Both of us heard a toilet flush and we sort of panicked. I was exactly where I wanted to be, so I motioned with my head for him to leave me. He ran his hand down my jaw line and left the immediate area. I held on tightly as I heard Master Sloan walk down the steps.

"Well, that took some --," all of a sudden he stopped. I knew what he saw.

It was a boy all trussed up on his wall with the words, "PROPERTY OF" going vertically down one leg and "MASTER SLOAN" going down the other.

"Leave us, boy," was all he said.

"Yes, sir," James said and quickly got dressed. Once the door was opened and closed quickly, I knew I was either in trouble, or in for a hell of a good time. One way or the other, I was going to leave with a red ass.

"Just what are you doing?" he asked, untying the gag.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Master," I said, hoping he'd appreciate the effort.

I felt him lean forward and kiss me hard on the mouth. I returned his kiss as best as I could in the predicament I had put myself into before he pulled away. The gag was retied and he backed off.

"I thought I had told you to clean this wall, boy," he said, angrily, and I knew it was on.

SWAT! I groaned out as the first lash punished my smooth skin.

SWAT! That one actually tagged my tight nutsack and I screamed into the gag.

"Ooo, I know that one hurt," he said with a certain amount of delight to his voice.

SWAT! Another one that landed on my bare nuts. I didn't think I could handle another one there as I screamed and bounced my head off the wall. The pain from the crop on my nuts was causing the pain in my nipples to go by the wayside.

SWAT! Again against the butt and nuts!

"Rutilus!" I screamed out as best as I could into the gag. I just knew my nuts couldn't take any more battering at the time.

I heard the crop drop to the floor. He was by my side in an instant. He reached up and began untying my legs from the eyebolt. I shook my head and sort of thrashed around, trying to get his attention.

"What is it, Daniel?" he asked, removing the gag from my mouth.

"Don't take it down, sir," I said, catching my breath.

"But you used your safeword," he commented.

"Yes, sir, but I did it because I couldn't handle the abuse on my nuts. I'm okay with everything else."

"Are you sure?" he asked, and I could tell the concern in his voice.

"Yes, sir, just please don't hit my nuts again."

"Okay," he said, and I could tell he was smiling from his tone.

The gag was replaced and I felt him step away from me. I heard the crop being picked up and another SWAT landed on my ass, but lower down, missing my nuts completely. He was a little more gentle with that one, but not by much. It still counted.

SWAT! Right below the last one. SWAT! Right below that one as well. Another one connected crossing some of the others and I bellowed out at that. He waited a few seconds and landed the next one, making an "X" of the last two strikes.

I heard him move to stand more in front of me and I knew what was about to happen. The next one landed vertically down my left leg and buttcheek. The tenth one was on its twin.

"Well, that was for not cleaning my wall as I told you to do, but you still owe me another ten for removing your buttplug without asking," he said, clarifying my other mistake.

I shook my head violently, not looking forward to another ten from that thing. I shook at the sheer thought of it. I knew already that the next day it was going to be difficult at best to sit still in class. Ten more was going to make it damn near impossible.

"You brought this on yourself, boy. Don't go trying to get out of it by pleading for mercy now." As if he had any.

SWAT! It landed vertically again, right next to the ninth swat. I was in for the duration of this torment. A twelfth one was on the other leg. I screamed at both.

"Please, no more," I begged through the gag.

"Sorry," he said. Yeah, I bet.

With that confirmation, the next one was right back at the other leg. And its successor struck the right leg again. He wasn't letting up on me for a second.

He was then back to swinging horizontally, striking just one cheek at a time, but no less ruthless. From the right to the left; back and forth for the remaining six strikes of my punishment, the crop dished them out.

"Now, that the punishment's over with, aren't you going to thank me?" he asked.

"Thank you," I replied through the gag again.

SWAT!! Against both cheeks again. I yipped at the surprise strike and realized my mistake.

"Thank you for my punishment," I said, not really all that understandable, but it was close enough.

"You're welcome," he said, close. "And thank you for my gift, Daniel," he added softly.

I nodded tiredly in return. I heard his gi bottom drop to the floor and I began thrashing around in my bonds again, knowing what was coming next.

"Don't be doing that, boy; you knew this had to come next," he said, slipping back into the scene.

He walked up and I felt a fleshy piece of meat at my opened backdoor. I groaned as it invaded me once again. It felt good to be penetrated by him like this; tied up and helpless. He could do whatever he wanted with me in this position and I wouldn't be able to prevent it.

When his pelvis flattened itself against my ass, I hissed at the sting of his touch. Then a touch to the clothespin on my right nipple, made me panic slightly. As he pulled out and shoved back inside again, the nipple was squeezed harder and I groaned out in pain again. Another pump of his hips and the other nipple got a similar treatment. I groaned yet again, but was beginning to really love it.

I guess "masochist" really fit me to a 'T'.

A quick swipe of his hand and I came all over my belly and chest. I didn't know how much, but it was enough to leave me wet. It took him a few more pumps of his hips before seeding my insides. We both grunted at his release and he relaxed into me.

Both of us were spent afterward and after he drew his cock from my insides, I heard him sit down on the couch. I moaned out a little as I adjusted myself in the bonds. I didn't hurt, really, just needed to move around a little. I was beginning to wonder if he was going to let me down or not.

He was next to me again, and I had a fleeting thought that he was going to let me down now that our fun was over. That thought was very fleeting. He reached in and undid the gag from my mouth. Then I felt two of his fingers at my nuts, massaging them. The same nuts I just protected by using my safeword.

"You trust me?" he asked. Now, there was a stupid question for the ages. I hoped that questions like that weren't contagious.

"Yes, sir," I said, nodding.

His fingers made like flesh covered scissors to capture them. A light tapping on them of leather had me moaning again. I was worried a little that he would hit them too hard with that crop, but I still had my safeword incase things did get too much. So, I let him continue, as I trusted him completely, now more than ever.

It was used lightly and then got heavier with the hits, but it was just the leather. The pole was still out of reach from my nuts. He hit them with light then heavy then light taps with the leather part. My dick got hard just thinking of the possibility of him getting out of control with that thing.

"Does boy like this?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," I confessed quietly. I shivered as I knew the full truth of it all. My innocent confession brought all of it out in me.

"Should I do it harder, then?"

"Oh God, yes, sir," I begged him. And he did. The leather tapping slipped up a notch to a light beating. I groaned at the pain/pleasure it was giving me.

"Harder?"

I reached around with my wrists and gripped the ropes tighter as I nodded my head. The light beating on my nuts became a light whipping with the leather. I thrashed my head around at it all.

"Dear God, yes, Master!" His tempo increased slightly with the harshness of it. Just the steady beating caused me to want to explode. "Will you please fuck me, sir?!!" I growled at him, wanting more.

"No." What?!

"Oh please, sir. I gotta have you inside me. Please."

"No. You'll have to wait." Wait??! Wait for what? The world to end? As far as I was concerned, it was ending right then and there.

The rhythm of strikes didn't waver in the least. I was still having to hold on as best as I could during the whole torturous affair. Strike after light strike assaulted my preteen jewels. I ached for him to take me again. I wanted it. No, I needed it and he was denying it from me. The sadistic prick was withholding his cock from me when I needed it the most.

I waited longer than I thought was fair. I held out as long as I thought was humanly possible. And still he was denying it.

In one swift move, he let go of my nuts and swiped his hand up my over-stimulated cock. One swipe down and I released my pent up emotion all over myself again. I twisted and rocked through one of the most euphoric highs of my limited experience to date.

It was then that my fuzzy brain realized that by denying me his manhood, he was setting a boundary; he was in charge of it all. Not me. There would be times he would give me what I wanted, but I would have to earn them. I was back to that plane of loving and hating him again.

He released my ankles from the eyebolts and they flopped down to hang under me. He held on to me as best as he could while untying my wrists, but I still sank under his body to the floor. As I hit the floor, I felt something wet against my back. I had forgotten about James's jizm that was still clinging to the wall.

I groaned yet again as my ass hit the floor. I raised the blindfold up and over my head. He gently removed the clothespins and I hissed as the blood returned to the area.

"You okay?" he asked with a smile.

"Ask me that tomorrow, sir," I said, smiling back at him.

He smiled again and helped me sit up a little better. We took a second and got the area cleaned of cum before heading to the couch. We sat down with my head in his lap. I remembered the card Cody had given me. I sort of got a little thoughtful about it and he saw it. I told him about the card.

"Is there any way you could get him here on Friday or Saturday, sir? I'd really like to see him and thank him personally."

"I'm sure you would," he said with a knowing smile. I snickered back at him. "I'll see what I can do, Daniel."

"Thank you, sir," I said. I began thinking about all of what had just happened on the wall. "I'm sorry for using my safeword, sir."

"Don't be; that's what it's there for. And you should never be ashamed of using it, either."

"I'm just sorry I had to use it for that small thing. Is there a way we could set up a signal where we could maybe stop what we're doing, but not put a complete stop to it?"

"Now, that's an idea. Maybe a 'rest' word, or something like that."

I nodded and thought about it. I'd have to hit the Latin book again.

"Were you really surprised, Master?" I asked, smiling.

"More than ever. That was clever, you know, but it was also dangerous."

"Because of James?" I asked and he nodded. "I thought of that, but I figured if you trusted him to see me here nude and with my leather bindings on, then he could be trusted with this.

"Besides, I needed him to tie me up there like that," I finished off with a smirk.

He flicked my nipples in response to that and I snickered. I reached over and felt his cock. It was semi-interested in what was going on. I turned and looked at him, inquiringly. He nodded; who wouldn't? I turned over and licked his manhood fully.

I motioned for him to lie down and let me take care of him. When he was fully on his back, I continued worshiping his hard idol. Now, I was back to lying down between his legs again. I took my time, making sure it lasted a while. The smell of my insides was still on him, but I didn't care. I wanted to take care of him again.

It was more than simple service; it was genuine love for all of him. Whatever he needed, I was there to make sure it happened. After him respecting my safeword, it became automatic for me to totally trust him.

His cock became extremely interested in me again after only a handful of licks. I slurped up one final time and then sucked it into my mouth again. Swallowing the saliva in my oral cavity, I slipped him down my throat. He groaned at the pleasure. I bobbed my head along his staff several times before I felt a tap on my shoulder.

He curled his finger to me and I smiled.

"Yes, Master?"

"Come here, boy," he growled slightly.

"I don't cum on a finger, sir," I told him. That was all it took for him to grab me and pull me to him, giggling. A fast tickle all over my ribs assaulted my mind before he wrapped his arms around me tight.

I opened my legs to straddle his main body. His cock was pressed impatiently to my backdoor. But still he waited. I scooted down, but he pulled me back up.

"What is it, Master?"

"Nothing, Daniel, I just want to enjoy some more time with you and it not be about sex or martial arts."

I nodded that I understood. I guess I was getting so wrapped up in it all that I hadn't considered that part of it. I was always trying to go too fast and he was there to slow things down when it needed. Master Nathan was right; I was lucky to have him as my master. I came to appreciate that part of him; patience.

We let his cock deflate as we just lay there, feeling each other's bodies. It actually felt good to just lay there for a while. I got up and got the cream he needed to help my butt heal, and resumed my previous position while he rubbed it into me.

Chapter Eighteen
Marching Through

It was the beginning of March when someone new came into my life. A new girl was transferred in from another school, which was common due to our location to the airbase.

I was sitting down studying when I saw a commotion brewing. My normal rule at school is to live and let live, but I figured that since I was ahead of my studies, I would check it out. I got there and Brian and his gang were picking on a girl I hadn't seen before. I shook my head in disbelief. These people never learn.

"Don't you have something better to do, Brian?" I asked. No one had seen me walk up to take in the festivities, but when I spoke up, everyone moved aside. Now I know how Moses felt as the Red Sea was parted.

Brian got a scared look on his face and stepped back a little.

"We ain't bothering you, Trae," he said, getting worried.

"Yeah, but the problem is that you seem to enjoy bullying others. Can't you stop being an asshole for once in your life? Maybe have a little respect for others? Hm?"

He looked at the girl, and then at the others watching, and then back to me. With a resigned look, he turned and walked away. As was the usual case, William and Tommy followed close behind him.

"You okay?" I asked as the party broke up now that there was nothing else to see.

"Yeah," she said, taking a deep breath. "Thanks."

"No problem. They've been a pain in my ass all year."

She snickered and smiled at me.

"I'm Jennifer Thompson."

"Daniel, but most people call me 'Trae'."

She asked why, and I explained it all to her. We talked for a while and I got to know her pretty well. It wasn't any type of sexual attraction, but more of a friendship bonding. After all, Mr. Hastings did tell me that I shouldn't go through life without friends.

"I can't believe that they backed down so easily, though," she said as we were walking around the recess area.

"Well, let's just say that we have an understanding," I said sort of nonchalantly.

"What's that?"

"They don't mess with me and I'll let them live," I answered.

The bell rang as she giggled.

She walked with me that afternoon on the way home and asked if I wanted to come over to her house. I told her that I couldn't due to my training with Master Sloan.

"Master?" she asked, with her eyebrows raised.

"Martial arts master," I countered. She understood.

"Are you any good?"

"No, not really, but I'm getting better everyday," I said back to her.

We said our good-byes and I headed off to training. We continued to see each other during the week. It was that Sunday that things became weird.

I was heading to my Sunday School class when I heard my name being called. I looked over my shoulder and Jennifer ran up to me.

"I didn't know you go to church also," she said with a smile.

"I could say the same thing about you, you know," I said with a smirk back.

We laughed and headed to class. The two of us sat together and afterwards, we walked to the sanctuary together. As we passed through the doors, Mr. Davis was there and she got a leery glance from him. She missed it but I didn't and scowled back at the man.

"Look somewhere else, Mr. Davis," I said as I walked up to him.

"What're you talking about, kid?"

"I saw the way you looked at my friend. Keep those looks to yourself, please."

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do, kid," he growled at me. Apparently, he thought that intimidation was going to work on me.

"I will tell you what to do when it comes to my friends, sir," I said plainly.

We had begun to draw a small crowd of onlookers, but he was oblivious to it. Without warning, he grabbed me by my neck and threw me against the wall. He was holding me up by the neck against it and closed in to talk to me.

"Kid, you don't know just how dangerous I can be," he seethed into my face.

Without giving him any chances, I swung my leg forward and, thanks to all those miles of running, I landed pretty hard against his nuts. When he bowled over, he dropped me to the floor. I backed off to get some space. I readied myself for another round.

Growling like a dog, he lunged at me. I was already moving. I jumped, kicked him in the back of the head with both feet, flipped over and landed on my feet behind him. I turned around for a second go, and when he did the same, a quick round-house sent him into the wall. I drove a punch, fist and complete arm, into his face. Always follow through, my master told me, and I did. He was out before he felt the pain from it.

Not bad for a ten year old kid. I straightened my shirt and turned back to Jennifer.

"You okay?" I asked her.

"Am I okay?! You're kidding, right?" she was almost hysterical in shock. "I thought you said that you weren't any good at that stuff?"

I snickered as her parents showed up and asked what happened. So did the pastor, music leader, associate pastor, my parents, pretty much everyone in the church. I told them what happened; straight forward, no embellishments. Mr. Davis was not allowed back in the church again and the other churches of the area were informed about him as well.

My master was proud of me over what happened and how I handled myself. I actually got a blowjob out of it. Of course he did fuck me pretty hard that evening also, but who's counting?

That whole week, Jennifer stayed so close to me that I began to think we were attached at the hip. Thankfully we were in different groups and didn't have class together. I liked her as a friend, but that was it. She asked me to be her boyfriend later on that week and I had to decline.

"Jennifer, I like you as a friend, but it can't be anything more than that," I told her after she asked. "I have a lot of things going on right now, and can't afford to have any type friendship like that."

"Like what things going on?" she asked, tears gathering in her eyes. I began to wonder why I even bothered.

"I've got homework and training so much so that I'm already going full tilt from five-thirty in the morning till eleven at night. If you want to be friends, I can do that, but anything else is just not going to happen. Can you understand that?"

"Yeah, I guess so. But what about the weekends?" Oh jeeze. Is it no wonder I liked to be alone?

"I've got more training, so I'm busy then, too."

She didn't want to, but she accepted it. But it was that Saturday that the shit hit the fan, so to speak. I got to Master Sloan's house on time and noticed something different about the bindings on the chair. The wrist and ankle bindings were larger; significantly larger.

"How do I put these on, Master?" I asked as he walked in the room.

He was carrying my gi bottoms and handed them to me as he spoke.

"Today's lesson is out back, Daniel," he said.

He took the wrist straps and put them on me. They were wide enough to wrap around both my wrist and hand. At the tips, which extended along the length of my hands, they had d-rings. I was still able to wrap my fingers around the extension and have the d-ring protrude through. The ankle bindings were similar, but it only fastened to my ankles, and with the extended portion going to the outside.

I slipped my gi bottoms on and we walked to the back of the house.

Outside was a contraption that took my breath away. Where the hell does he hide these things?

On the bottom was a metal platform in the shape of a circle. At the top was another circle about the same thickness. Supporting the top circle were four poles with wire leading out of them towards the bottom. A sort of control panel with four small wheels was placed on the side closest to us.

He led me to the middle of the device and had me lay down, with my extremities going towards each of the poles. The wires were clipped onto the new wrist and ankle bindings and I understood then the reason for them. He walked back over and sat down Indian-style and looked over the control panel.

Two wheels were turned and all four wires began disappearing into the hollow poles. Before long, the slack was totally taken out of all four wires and my body began rising from the ground. I had to pull my muscles as tightly as I could to keep from having it tear the limbs off my body. I groaned at the pain of it, but it felt good for some reason or other. Once I became perfectly horizontal, Master began to turn the other two wheels.

Both sets of poles began to move together around the circle of the device. At first, they were moving towards pulling my limbs together, but once they were touched, my master began turning the other direction. Slowly, I began to spread apart and before I knew it, my legs were being pulled straight apart. I think anyone can handle the arms being done that way, but having the legs being split apart isn't for everyone.

I groaned at the stress it was putting my body under, but I handled it. One of the wheels was turned again and my arms were pulled tighter. It was extremely painful now, but again, I was dealing with it.

Before either of us could do or say anything about it, a voice was heard from the other side of the gate. He turned and headed over to the gate as it opened.

"Hello," I heard Jennifer's voice say, and I had a shit-fit right there. "I was looking for 3;" She saw me. I could only imagine the look on her face.

I heard a choking noise and the gate was closed. Then I heard my master's voice.

"Before you go screaming, girl, you will listen to what we have to say," he was telling her. "Or life will be very difficult for you and your family."

Now, that threw me for a small loop. I wasn't sure if he was saying that to get her attention, to protect himself or to protect me. I wasn't too keen on him threatening her like that. To me it wasn't necessary.

"Master, let me down to talk to her, please," I told him through gritted teeth.

"You still have a few more minutes before I let you down, Daniel. You can talk to her from the position you're in now." Oh, that'll be a nice, comfortable chat.

He brought her over to the contraption with his hand at her throat. I glared at him; that certainly wasn't necessary.

"You don't need to do that, Master," I told him.

"We'll see," he said and then turned to her. "You make a move towards that gate without hearing Daniel out and you won't make it. I guarantee you, that."

She was scared, I could tell, but she nodded as well. Master left her standing next to my head. I did have it lying backwards and all I could see was the world upside-down. But now that Jennifer was here, I had to lift it up and try and keep it raised so we could talk.

"Are you okay?" she asked, apprehensively.

"I'm fine," I said, gritting my teeth a little.

"Doesn't this hurt?"

"A little, but it stretches me out and builds up my muscles. You know, 'no pain, no gain' kind of thing." I'm sure my master had other ideas in mind when this was built, but at the time, it was the only thing I could come up with.

"Oh."

"Look, why don't you sit down? You're making me tired just watching you stand there."

Master Sloan sniggered from the other side of the control panel. She flinched, getting away from him a little, but sat down anyway. I relaxed my neck muscles and allowed my head to drop down backwards. She was sitting down right in front of me now; sort of.

"What are you doing here, anyway?" It wasn't asked in any malicious manner, just out of curiosity.

"I was looking for you to see if you wanted to do something this afternoon."

"Like what?" I was still gritting my teeth, but the pain had lessened somewhat since she had sat down.

"I don't know; maybe see a movie or something."

"Jennifer 3;," I began.

"I know, I know, but I was just thinking maybe as friends."

"Well, I am kind of busy right now," I said, sort of sneering.

She giggled a little.

"I can see that, but maybe later on?"

"If you want to go, Daniel, it's not a big deal to miss one afternoon," my master chimed in. Thanks, sir, I was thinking sarcastically.

"Well, you want to stick around for the rest of the morning's training? We could go after that." Then I added to Master, "that okay with you, sir?"

"Fine with me, Daniel," he came back with casually.

"Sure," she answered when I looked back up/down to her. I didn't realize just how much women can complicate things. This day will be something to write into the diary.

Jennifer and I actually talked a little bit while I was still strung up on Master's stretching device. She even commented on it.

"It looks like a torture device out of the middle ages," she said while looking around it.

"I'm sure that was where someone got the idea for it," I said, sort of growling.

My master sniggered again. I got the idea from the initial encounter that Jennifer didn't care for Master Sloan. I understood why he did it; I just didn't think it was needed.

Finally, he let me down from that thing and unclipped my bindings from the machine. I pulled my arms and legs in to me to stretch out my back muscles and pull my arms back into their sockets. Master disappeared into the house and brought out the staffs while I was recovering. This was something he had been teaching me for the past month or so.

As the staff was pretty much an extension of my arm and hand, I took to it fairly easily. Over the past week, we'd been sparring every night. I learned more from the sparring than the lessons anyway.

"Let's see if you can do just as good with an audience, kid," he said and threw me a stick.

"You're going down, old man," I said, getting into my starting position.

"You haven't beaten me yet, brat," he countered.

"Every dog has his day, old timer."

We bowed to each other and it was on. He always lets me get one beginning shot in, but then the rest are usually his. But today, it wasn't going to happen. I was a bit sore from the machine earlier, but I still felt good.

I made my beginning move, but didn't show everything. Back and forth, we battled; neither one winning. I wasn't trying to win because Jennifer was here; I was trying to win for myself. He taught me a lesson early on; keep your mind on your opponent. Nothing else matters.

He left me an opening and I took it; nailing his side with the staff. He leaned to the side and my next move swept his legs out from under him. I won the first round. Both of us were winded, but we set up for round two. It was always the best of three rounds.

The first move was mine again and he countered easily. I ducked and as I swung the staff, he blocked again, but I spun around and feigned to strike for his legs again, but took it north for his head and connected. It spun him around and I was able to get him in the back of the legs. He went to the ground, but not out. I came down with the staff and he blocked it while kicked upwards, nailing me in the face. I fell backwards, but rolled up to brace for another attack. I felt my nose was bleeding, but paid it no mind. I had a master to beat.

The rest of the round took another fifteen minutes before I got the better of him again and he landed on his back. Two points; Daniel.

"Well done, artist," he said, admirably.

I bowed my thanks and helped him up. We went inside to clean up and for me to get dressed. He handed me a twenty as I was leaving.

"Have fun, Daniel, you deserve it," he said with a smile.

I hugged him around his neck.

"I love you, Master," I whispered low enough so Jennifer couldn't hear.

"And I, you, kiddo," he answered.

Jennifer and I had a blast at the movies. I let her know that she couldn't do that again. Master Sloan and I work best alone, I told her and she understood. Not completely, of course, but got the gist of it. I was glad that she did get it. Neither of us wanted or needed anyone sniffing around too closely.

"Why do you wear that collar, Daniel?" she asked as we were leaving the theater.

"At the beginning, it was to help me remember my homework. But by the time my grades had improved, I had gotten used to it, so I kept wearing it."

I liked talking to her, but I had to keep in mind that she wasn't Cody and always stayed on my guard. We continued our friendship throughout the month. Some thought that she was my girlfriend, but we knew different. I think she suspected something was amiss, but didn't confront me about it.

Cody and Master Nathan paid another visit towards the end of the month. I spent the entire evening tied up and suspended over the bed. Cody also found the supply of clothes pins and put two of them on my nipples for a while. It hurt, but my cock was never harder.

In April, towards my birthday at the end of the month, something happened as she and I were walking home one day from school. I heard Brad's voice from around a corner of a fence.

"Look, you know who my brother is, George," he was saying.

I peeked around the corner while holding Jennifer back behind me. I made the hand signal to be quiet and she nodded. I wanted to hear this.

"I don't care who your brother is, Brad, I ain't doing it," this George was answering.

George was about my size while Brad was significantly shorter and smaller. But also, George had a gang of three others around him. Four against one is something I hated with a passion, but I still didn't show myself, yet.

"Fine; I'll just tell him you were picking on me and he'll beat the shit out of you for me," he was saying.

Oh really?! News to me.

"Well, he ain't here now, is he?" George stated.

"Actually, he is," I said, coming around the corner finally.

All five of them were stunned, but Brad recovered the quickest.

"He's messing with me, Trae," he started, but I stopped him.

"Shut up, Brad," I said, raising my hand. I turned to George. "What is it that he wants you to do?" George may have been slow, but he noticed that things might have changed a bit.

"He wants all of us to pay him a dollar, or he'll get you to beat us up," George said, with a little fear in his voice. My reputation was preceding me.

"So that's it, eh?" I turned to Brad with a cold, icy stare. The fear in his eyes was delicious. Payback's a bitch, ain't it? "Do what you want to him, George. I didn't see anything."

I turned to Jennifer and she was shocked. George grabbed Brad's shirt and a fist was planted to his stomach. I told Jennifer about Brad's attitude and how many times he had screwed with me over the years. Just desserts, I believe they're called. I didn't actually enjoy watching my younger brother get the shit kicked out of him, but it had been a long time coming. She and I sat down and watched the four of them go at the brat.

When he was down on the ground after several blows to his face, midribs, hips and side, I called a halt to it. I didn't want them to kill him, after all.

"I think he's learned his lesson, gentlemen," I said, getting up and walking over to them. They stopped and backed off. I headed to George first.

"Don't think that this will get you any favors from me, George. This was a one-time thing. Got it?"

"Yeah, I got it, but it was worth it," he said with a little delight to his voice.

"For me, too," I told him.

The four were sent away with my blessings and I picked Brad up from the ground. He had been worked over pretty good. It was going to be a long time before he tried any shit with anyone again. I wondered how many others he extorted money from, but that was a problem for our parents.

Brad let out a small whimper as I helped him to his feet. I got right in his face before helping him back to the house.

"I think that this'll be the end of this little enterprise of yours, especially when I tell Mom and Dad about it." He moaned at that realization, making me believe there were others. Made me sick to think we were even related.

I turned to Jennifer and asked if she could help me get him home and she nodded. I hated to miss my training, and possible fuck from my master, but this was a bit more important. We got him home and my mom freaked out. She ran around the house like a chicken with its head cut off finding things to doctor him up with. When she went to the phone to call the police, I stopped her.

"Trae, the police need to be told," she said, dialing. I put my hand on the receiver.

"No, they don't," I said with a knowing look. "Brad brought this on himself."

"What 3;?"

I told her what I had heard and what happened. Jennifer backed me up. Now Mom was really pissed, and for once it wasn't at me. If he wasn't so battered from the assault, he would've spent the whole night in pain from a beating from her. I have never seen her so pissed off in my whole life.

She took him to his room and I called Master Sloan.

"I was wondering what had happened to you, Daniel," he said after I told him everything. I was so wanting to be adventurous and offer myself up for punishment, but with Jennifer there, it was not a good idea.

He told me it was no big deal and that he would see me the next day. I hung up with him and I took Jennifer home. Later, when Dad got home, all hell broke loose when he heard about it. I listened quietly from my bedroom, but inside I was screaming to the top of my lungs. Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Clause. The only thing that would've made it better was that if it happened the following week on my birthday. But, we can't get everything we want, can we?

Brad was grounded for the rest of the school year and the summer by my parents. They found out that he had made over fifty dollars with that little enterprise. My parents paid the money back to the kids and he had to pay them back. Actually, he was damned lucky he didn't get expelled for it. The rest of the school year, though, he couldn't talk to any other student. He couldn't even say "hi" to anyone and if he did, then expulsion. After that, I firmly believed that God does exist.

"I wish he were raped for that, Master," I said that Friday night in his bed. He had just given me my "birthday fuck" and we were recovering.

He pulled me up to look me in the face. The look scared me.

"Don't even think that, Daniel," he said forcefully.

"I'm sorry, Master; you're right. I just think that he should of gotten punished more."

"That may be, Daniel, but never think that someone should ever be raped as a form of punishment. You remember how it was for you on your first time, and I was as gentle as I could be. Imagine going through that without someone caring about what they would do to you."

I nodded to his wisdom and set back down to the side of his body. I knew he was right, but I still couldn't help thinking that Brad got off easy. After all the bullshit I've had to deal with from him over the previous years, he got off real easy.

My birthday was real cool. I had Master Sloan, my parents, Jennifer, Cody, and, unfortunately, Brad there for it. It was a normal eleven-year-old's birthday party. I didn't want a big crowd; just my closest friends. My master tied me spread-eagled to his bed the next night and fucked me silly for almost an hour. It was a great birthday.

Brad came in to see me one Sunday evening in May.

"I'm sorry, Trae," he said quietly.

"For what?" I asked, looking up from my history book to look at him.

"For all the bad things I've done to you," he said and he seemed to mean it. I motioned for him to come to me as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I grabbed him lovingly by the wrists and looked at him fully in the eye. I had to raise his chin for him to look at me.

"Master Sloan always says not to apologize because it means nothing if behavior isn't changed. I agree. Don't say you're sorry and then go and do it again."

"I won't," he said, with a few tears gathering. I stood up and hugged him tightly.

"As much of a pain in the ass that you've been, Brad, I still love you. Okay?"

He nodded as he hugged me back. We stayed like that for a few minutes before he turned and left the room. I smiled as I watched him leave. I was hoping Brad had learned his lesson from this.

May came and went like nothing else. The school year ended with another set of straight A's from me. Brad was lucky he got the bare minimum for passing. I was getting restless for the retreat to hurry and arrive. Every day it seemed like it wasn't short enough to elapse. But it finally ended. Summer was here.