Part 6 ======
By TopLegal
WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of
characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
(c) 2003, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
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Sumisu-san 2 ------------
Reza was completely exhausted the next morning from the previous
day's punishment, but I was surprised to find Tanaka-san had
brought Sumisu-san into our unit.
"Sumisu-san," Tanaka-san said pointing to me, "I am glad you were
so pleased with Coady-san's training. He has been quite a
challenge."
Sumisu-san smiled broadly at me and picked up the martinet from
the peg as I instinctively stripped. "Well Lane," Sumisu-san said,
"I am really glad you could see your way to letting me help his
training along. The best bottoms have historically always put up
the most resistance."
Tanaka-san ordered me to freeze and the young boy band star
administered a savage thrashing to my entire body. The strokes
immersed me mentally and with each violent lash the young star was
driving my free personality deeper into submission.
Three hundred lashes after the assault started, Sumisu-san put
down the lash and held me tenderly as I collapsed into his arm.
"Fuckbuddy rules," Tanaka-san called out as Sumisu-san carried me
into my bedroom. Sumisu-san licked every inch of my sore flesh and
commented that he wanted to take me to hang out with his band.
"To be fucked by them all?"
"Patrick," he said mockingly as his tongue flicked over my just
lashed and sore, but sensitive cock head, "why else would I take
you to see them?"
"They know you are gay?"
"Who says they aren't?"
"Are they?"
Sumisu-san stood up and tacked my autographed picture of him on my
wall. "So many questions Patrick, I'm beginning to think the
thrashing was not effective enough."
I shuddered involuntarily at the thought of further punishment and
offered to suck his dick but was turned down and he handed me a
kimono to go do a cardio routine.
Still in a pink trainee swimsuit and jockstrap, I was unmolested
in the gym, but Sumisu-san pushed the limits and openly groped me
in the gym.
"Coady-san," I heard from across the gym. I turned and saw the
club's director Damien Sato beckoning me.
I walked across the gym floor to Sato-san. I passed by William
Thompson squat thrusting Sumisu-san's cock as he did a leg press.
Sato-san took me by the arm and guided me to Tanaka-san's office.
"Tanaka-san," Sato-san said to the seated trainer, "allowing
Sumisu-san into Coady-san's house was a breach of training
standards."
"Sato-san," Tanaka-san responded, "my humblest apologies,
Sumisu-san was so complementary of my training methods, I perhaps
was not thinking."
Sato-san stuck Tanaka-san's arm with a syringe and the trainer
blacked out. I was ordered to carry Tanaka-san to one of the
training rooms and strap him to a table and affix a virtual
reality headset to his head.
Sato-san then led me back to his office where Sumisu-san was
sitting politely waiting. "Where's Lane?"
"Tanaka-san will be indisposed for a few hours," Sato-san said as
he picked up a syringe and then jabbed Sumisu-san in the arm.
Punishment ----------
When Sumisu-san, no John, my boy band friend awoke he was fully
laced down to the bondage table in our basement apartment.
Sato-san's parting instructions were to "have fun."
I had already inserted an electrode with a buttplug in John's anus
and as I saw him waking up, I applied a gentle, stimulating
current to jolt my young friend awake.
"Patrick?"
I increased the voltage to a more painful level, "that's Coady-san
to you for the duration of your punishment." John's satisfying
struggle against my thorough bondage work on the lace-down table
due to the painful electrical stimuli aroused me greatly.
"Humblest apologies Coady-san," he said, quickly followed by "domo
arrigatou goziamasu."
I reduced the electrical voltage down to a more minimalist level
and picked up a feather.
"Interesting turn John," I said flicking the feather across his
rock-hard boy cock. "You thought you would be taking me back to
your mates and instead you are here suffering my attentions."
He fought vainly to free himself as I began to tickle him gently
with the feather. "NO," he screamed as I increased the intensity
of the tickling and targeted his most sensitive exposed areas. The
more he struggled, the harder his cock became and the more he
oozed precum.
"John," I commented idly, "did you know there are eight different
positions from which you can be fucked on the bondage swing?"
More precum dribbled out of John's cock and then I brought the
intensity of the electrical stimulation to more painful levels.
John started screaming more loudly and begging for his punishment
to end but that only caused me to turn the intensity higher and
higher.
Realizing that his pleas only worsened his predicament, John tried
to modulate his screams and stick to struggling helplessly against
the restraints. All the while John's cock was rock hard.
"I was thinking I might use your cell phone to call one of the
other guys over for some boyband boy-on-boyband boy action?"
John shot his load into a shallow cup I had waiting at the tip of
his cock. I reduced the electrical stimulus to almost nothing and
then commented, "It would seem you would like that very much."
Then I forced John to drink and swallow his own cum.
"Well you will have to settle for trying all eight positions on
the bondage swing with my slave cock." John's quick suddenly
became rock hard again and began to drizzle precum liberally
again. "Then, I'm going to flog you with the martinet quite
severely and finally dress you up like a British prep-school lad
with short-shorts."
His precum flowed freely as I carefully released him from the
table into confining leather restraints and then carried him to
the bondage string with one hand on his rock hard cock.
At the swing, I strapped John into the first position and then
removed the buttplug. I plunged my hard cock into his ass and
began to rock John back and forth on the swing in a full pumping
action. I used the biofeedback techniques to control my own
orgasm, but John lacked that training and quickly unloaded his
cum.
As I forcibly moved John to the second position and restrained
him, the full horror of his predicament was beginning to dawn on
him. "Please Coady-san," he begged as I reinserted my cock into
his waiting ass and began pumping and swinging until he achieved a
third orgasm for the evening.
Flogging --------
John was hoarse before the ninth orgasm--eighth position--and I
still had not cum even once. His eyes pleaded with me for mercy.
He was too fatigued to fight as I led him to the whipping pillory
to be restrained for his punishment.
Drained of cum from six hours of forced anal sexual pleasure in a
variety of bound situations. He was feeling quite different about
his position versus mine. The tops received almost no training
except for Japanese language from the club. The employees/slaves
like myself were heavily trained.
As I lashed John with the martinet for the first time, his hoarse
voice's barest scream was an exquisite music to my ears. "You see
John," I said, punctuating each word with a blow of the martinet,
"our next stop will be the hotel where your mates are staying."
I took care to strap only on the areas that would be easily
concealed with shorts and a T-shirt. Still humiliating for a club
top and even more humiliating for a public figure like John.
Satisfied that a mere fifty lashes had done their job, and I
released him and handed him the shorts and T-shirt he was to put
on.
Exhausted from his ordeal, he dressed without resistance and
followed me out the back to a waiting limo. We pulled up at the
small hotel where he was staying and made it up to his room
without encountering anyone.
"Call them," I said firmly. John picked up the phone and dialed
the suite next door. "Tell them you have a piece of meat for them
to enjoy."
He made the calls and in a few minutes the other four band members
were in the room. John was naked, kneeling on the coffee table
with his flaming red ass and back in the air.
"Gentlemen," I said to the four arrivals, "John would appreciate
it greatly if you would fuck him so he can cleanse himself fully
of his error this morning."
One asked, "Who are you?"
John called out, "guys just get it over for me, please. We've
fucked girls as wells as guys together, just fuck me and get it
over with."
One of the guys dropped his pants and shoved it into John's mouth,
"get me hard then." Another dropped trousers and just rammed it up
John's ass. The other two pulled out their cocks and started
stroking them. John took it in the ass like a man and when it was
over, I left without fucking him.
Back at my apartment, I wrote up a full disciplinary report for
posting at all clubs worldwide.
Wolf-san Returns ----------------
I was excited to see Wolf-san in the club again the next week. He
was pleased to see that I was progressing nicely and kissed me on
the cheek at the club.
"So did you get some initiation in Japan?"
"Actually, yes," he said, "they will be sending you soon. I still
can't quite get over what you did to that boy band star for his
punishment."
"You disapprove?"
Wolf-san hesitated and then shook his head, "no, more just that we
are taught ~not~ to think of you boys as having desires or sexual
appetite. Reading Sumisu-san's punishment log I suddenly was
struck that you might have some desires."
"I did not orgasm Wolf-san, I took no pleasure in punishing
Sumisu-san." That was only partially true, that part of me that
was outside my own body had loved fucking Sumisu-san in every
position. Loved the power I had over him and loved that I was
fucking a celebrity. But that part of me was not in control.
"True," Wolf-san said, "but do you ever want things? To be hugged?
Loved?"
I hesitated. Weeks of violent lashings with the martinet were
unraveling ever so slightly as Wolf-san opened the door to my
liberated personality. But only slightly.
"Wolf-san, I have learned to find extraordinary pleasure in making
my body as attractive to others as I can and as available to
pleasing others as possible." The programming won out.
"I can see why Webster-san was relieved to switch to training
Reza."
I knew what he meant all of a sudden. I was a good friend of Tim
Webster. Or at least I used to be. Now I was another item on the
sex slave buffet for his selection. He could easily stomach using
me, but actually breaking my will would have turned his stomach.
Wolf-san had no such compunctions about breaking my will and
commented that Sato-san had given both of us dispensation to an
extra escort duty on Friday ~and~ Saturday night.
I stopped at Tanaka-san's office to discuss my final training
sessions and my future schedule before heading home. I was going
to do Wednesday, Thursday and Friday from noon to eight shifts
when I started. Reza was similarly scheduled Sunday to Tuesday.
Both of us would do escort work on Saturdays.
"Coady-san here is a first class ticket to Tokyo on JAL for your
final training. In Tokyo you will report to headquarters for your
final week of slave training."
I took the ticket, bowed slightly and thanked Lane Tanaka for his
hard work over the previous months in training me. Reviewing the
ticket, the flight was two weeks away. That just meant that I
would get used to my shift times and could optionally review the
existing electives I had taken.
My shoulders were thoroughly tattooed to reflect my specialties.
The next five or so years loomed large ahead of me as I returned
to find Reza with a ticket to the Saudi Arabia club.
"They are sending me to the Saudi club for my final initiation
since they have the most torture specialists in the clubs in the
Middle East."
"So this is a test?"
"Yes, if I pass I'll go to Japan to finish the initiation," he
said calmly.
"Reza," I said reaching out to hold him, "I am glad to be in this
with you."
"You have to demonstrate total surrender in order to pass the
tests Patrick, if you hold back even slightly you will be kicked
out."
The part of me on that far away cloud screamed something, but I
could not hear it. "I want to be here Reza. I love serving the
tops here at the Iroppoi Herususentaa."
"Good," Reza said, "I'm just glad to finally find people who will
treat me like the disgusting faggot piece of shit I really am."
I embraced Reza and kissed him.
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