DOVE OF HARMONY
Part Seven
By Arthur
Authors Note:
Well everyone miracles do happen, the web site is up and although it still has a long way to go I hope you will enjoy what is there at the moment, it can be found at www.societyofmythra.homestead.com Please leave a message if you want to assist in improving this sight as it is difficult to know what you would all like to see there.It is my first attempt at this sort of thinig so i will be open to suggestions for improvements.
Greg left us to go to his "play room" to get the first of the Mythra for Daniels Bonding. We had decided to hold it here in the house rather than out there where the Scum was cooling his heels while waiting for his first punishment, the wait would do him good.
Daniel was psoitively glowing as he bounced around with nervousness waiting for his time to come, Brian petted and patted him to try to calm him down but the boy was on a high, he had done an about turn now that the earlier horrors were over.
Greg returned with the Mythra covered with a white clothe and placed it on a hook on the wall while we all sat and smiled as Daniel kept looking over at the covered painting. The more Brian tried to calm him the more he got excited, it was like watching a small child being kept away from an ice cream.
Finally the time came for him to be Bonded, all of us except for Eric sat back and stayed out of it. Eric took his place to the right and rear of Brian as he took Daniel over to the painting and pulling off the cover turned to Daniel and after stripping him of all his clothes placed him in front of "Consent and Submission" to begin.
Daniel bubbled and smiled his way through the ceremony and when the last words were said he literally threw himself into Brians arms and cried tears of true joy, he had made it at last, he now had someone that wanted him and not just a five minute fling. Brian held his boy close and then after hugging and kissing him released him to go to Eric and thank him for his presence. Once that was done Brian took him around to each of us and told him how to present himself and thank us for being there.
Greg summed it up nicely.
"Masters, time to party and then to work."
As was normal under these circumstances Greg as Master of the Rod and Brian as the first to deliver the strokes of punishment stayed sober and touched no strong drinks, there would be time for that afterward, for the rest of us it was party time.
Once we had been refreshed enough we all set out for the "Play Room", Daniel was asked if he wanted to stay behind but he looked up at Brian and proudly stated.
"Sir's I must go where my Master goes, it is my duty."
This made us look at the boy in a new light, he had more guts than we would have thought possible, we knew he didn't want to face what was waiting for us outside.
When we entered the room it was apparent that Greg was taking no chances with our visitor, he was stretched out on the wrack, his muscles were tight and straining, under his heel was a wooden block that raised his left foot above the right, this was to be Brians target for the Bastanado.
The guy was sweating profusely, the rank smeel of stale garlic heavy in the air as we got closer to him, he was still blindfolded and gagged so apart from his hearing he would not be aware what was to happen from one minute to the next. Brian looked around and then with uncharateristic solid strides, made his way to the far wall and took the heay Bastanado of its hook on the wall.
Brian turned and paced his way back to the wrack and took up his position beside the the wracked body, bringing down the Bastanado close to the raised foot, Brian lined up his swing then eased the Bamboo rod down to the floor and looked over to Daniel.
"Boy, Present."
Daniel snapped into the position as well as he was able to with so little practice.
"Boy you will stand at the head of this animal and count out the strokes clearly so he can hear it, let him know who it is thats watching his punishment."
"Yes Master."
Daniel walked over to the mans head and with at first a shake in his voice he began.
"I..I am D..Daniel, submissive slave to Master Brian, I'm the boy you abused and hurt, I was afraid of you before and now I can see that you're only a fat old man, I hope my Master will let you feel what it was like for me, Master I'm ready."
Brian smiled at his boy and then with an almost sadistic strength swung the Bamboo rod with full force, his aim was perfect and the first stroke hit the ball of the foot just below the grubby toes. The high pitched scream that came from the tortured man was like a dying animal and this was only the first one, Daniel in a calm voice called out the stroke.
"One Master."
The Bamboo swung again and connected directly with the soft and tender instep, the howl of pain was more primeval than before.
"Two Master."
The voice of Daniel was again calm and steady as he watched Brian lift the Rod again, I could see a faint trail of blood starting to ooze from the cut skin of the instep where the split cane had snagged flesh.
The third was directly across the bone of the heel, this time it was a high pitched screech as he let out a loud and begging, "Noooooooooooo."
"Three Master"
Twice Greg had to revive the man on the wrack as Brian held back nothing on his down swings, at the tenth stroke with the foot now bloody and bruised Brian calmly walked over to the wall and replaced the rod then coming back took Daniel in his arms and spoke softly to him.
"Thank you honey, I'm so proud of you, it's done now so we can work on getting rid of his demons from you."
"You did that just now for me, I feel nothing for him now I have you to protect me, it's gone, I think I can sleep better tonight."
"Good, do you want to stay for the rest?"
"No, I just want you to hold me close for a while, somewhere quiet."
"Ok honey come on the others have work to do."
The two of them left the room and Greg began to tighten the straps again puting more strain on the mans limbs as he cried and whimpered from the beating on his foot.
Greg reached for his Lansing and stepping back to the right distance began to set it alive with swift accurate strokes across the slightly puanchy belly lifting sharp red welts that were just short of drawing blood, there was no count, it was up to the expertise of Gregs hands.
After thrity lashes I saw Greg tighten his grip on the butt of the whip, he sent out the black snake so fast it almost hard to watch the double tongue as it lifted ten V shaped pieces of skin from the bared chest before him. With a nod to Lim he turned from the table and coiled the whip and hung it on its hook.Lim lifted a ten litre bucket of water and tossed it over the broken skin, as it hit the open welts the man screamed again and passed out, Lim had filled the bucket with fresh salt water straight from the sea.
As soon as the water had dripped from the man Greg without further ado released the winches holding the limbs to the wrack, had he been conscious the sudden pain of the release would have sent him out. Reaching for the arms Greg dragged the still body from the wrack and took him over to his Iron Maiden, a small trail of blood from the injured foot was left on the floor as Greg forcefuly pushed the now semi conscious man into the Maiden. It was lined with solid foam that cut off all sound and sense of movement, the fit was tight and the man wouldn't be able to move a muscle while in there but to make sure Greg clamped his ankles and wrists together and then closed the door sliding the heavy bolts closed with a solid thump. There was only a very small hole near where the guys Mouth would be and Greg could feed and water him through that.
If need be Greg was prepared to work through the night without a break, there would be no need for words he would just take him out whenever he felt it was necessary to continue his punishment as each day came around, Greg would also do the castration on the last day.
"What about the plug Greg?"
"Later tonight James, I want him to be fully awake when he gets it."
Greg signalled to Lim for the box on a table near the door, Lim brought it over and opened it, there were about twenty assorted butt plugs, they were made from all types of materials and sizes, Lim lifted out a huge metal plug, apart from its size the weight would also be hard to carry around. It was 14"s long and nearly as thick as a normal mans wrist, the bulb at the base would likely tear the spicter muscle as it went in, there was no way he would be able to expel it without help, he was going to be in a lot of pain when that instrument was inserted and I had a feeling Greg was not going to be to liberal with the lube either.
"That should do the trick Greg."
"My thoughts exactly, never used this one, I only got it as more of a curiosity piece but now I'm really glad I did."
I looked around at the others, there was not one sign of concern for the guy now enclosed in the Maiden.
"Gentlemen, time for some refreshments I think, lets go over to the house and relax."
I reached out for Eric and pulled him close to me.
"You ok Little Dove?"
"Yes James, I hope he suffers the whole time, he really hurt Daniel and he nearly caused you to be taken from me as well."
"Ok kiddo lets go get something to drink, I want to start for home soon."
Eric snuggled into my side as we made our way back to the house, the first day was done and it was time for us all to head home and be thankful that it was turning out well for our boys.
To Be Continued:
Authors Note:
Sorry this one is a little short readers but it has been a bad week and my time has been limited, I hope to get the next chapter out quicker and in better detail.