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The Sacrifice - Chapter 2
(M/M, discipline, cbt, bdsm)
The Sacrifice - Chapter 2
FUCK, thought Michael to himself. How could I be eliminated in the first round? Me? I was supposed to win this thing so that I would be guaranteed to be The Sacrifice. He's going to kick my ass. He slumped to the floor of the bathroom he had run to, looking for a place to hide once he was unbound and allowed to leave the stage. His heart was still pounding, and a new layer of fear inspired sweat was making him shiver.
The door to the room banged open, and in strode a sight that scared him even more. Master Robert's personal slave, Lawrence, towered over him. "Come with me. NOW," he hissed before turning around without waiting to see if Michael would follow. Lawrence enjoyed flexing power over the boy, anticipating what was about to come. If it all go as planned, he'd be inflicting pain on him soon.
Rather than going upstairs to the private Directors' viewing box, Lawrence brought him down two flights into the deepest, most private area in The Club. The facility contained a variety of public play rooms open to members that catered to a variety of tastes, scenes, and levels of intimacy, including a large main dungeon stocked with every bdsm device imaginable as well as private spaces that groups or individuals could check out for more intimate, private sessions. It also contained an even more exclusive set of rooms in the lowest of levels, accessible only through special key card. Every one of the Directors had his own private play space, and these rooms were further off limits to everyone else in the club except by special invitation of each Director. Michael knew where they were going, and he wasn't pleased. Locked and completely soundproof, no one would know where he was and what was happening to him, that is, no one except Lawrence and his Master, one of the founding three members of The Club, Sebastian, a vastly wealthy man who only used his dungeon room for one reason: To inflict intense pain on slaves. Sebastian was the most sadistic of the Masters in The Club, and he didn't approve of the direction the others had steered the organization, a direction that led to what he considered to be the ruining of the organization as typified by their lack of ability to pull off a real The Night of Pain. Michael had heard him rant about The Club's problems, especially the way that slaves were pampered. Very few had seen Sebastian's true sadistic side. Michael had had enough of a glimpse to be afraid in his one and only visit to the master's private lair, and that session was a warning not to fuck up. Today he had fucked up in a big way.
Master Sebastian stood waiting. Recessed lighting around the edges of the small chamber cast his muscular outline in shadows. "KNEEL," intoned Lawrence before he slid away to a corner, his own cock starting to leak with anticipation. Not only did he want to inflict pain, he wanted to feel it, too, to share it with this beautiful boy.
Sebastian didn't speak for several moments. He was angry because of Michael's failure, but less angry than the show that he was about to put on for him. While he was intensely annoyed, he enjoyed the opportunity to use the boy's failure to tighten his grip on him. While he was angry at the direction the club was taking, he had a plan to wrest control from the other founding members so that he could steer it back on correct course. Not having Michael in the honorific position of being the Sacrifice was inconvenient but not fatal to his plans. He had no intention of telling the boy that, though, as he was looking to add another real slave to his household. His long time lover and slave companion, Lawrence, needed a distraction as Sebastian was often busy with work, and Lawrence found Michael to be exquisite. Sebastian had his doubts about how trainable the boy truly was, but he was willing to give his companion a play toy, even if he had to be forceful to make it happen.
Michael felt a wave of nausea swell inside. "I made myself clear during our last conversation." Sebastian paused, "You were to win. You were to win this competition, not be eliminated in the first round. IN THE FIRST ROUND." His deep voice was quiet and furious. He stood ramrod still, wearing a black leather jock, leather pants, boots, and a leather vest that shone slightly in the dim light. "In return for your performance as The Sacrifice, I was going to pay for your law school and invite you into my personal household as one of MY personal slaves. You do realize that I only have one slave and that you've fucked up an incredible opportunity?"
Michael mumbled a quiet, "Yes, Sir," while continuing to stare at the floor.
"Lucky for you, all is not lost. I may be able to salvage the situation, but it will cost me. I will have to make some behind the scenes moves that I don't want to have to do as it will require that I spend some political capital. So you know what that means?" Michael began to tremble uncontrollably and visibly. "Yes. You do, don't you? You owe me."
Michael's fear was well founded, though even he didn't know the real extent of Sebastian's cruelty. The only person who did was Lawrence. The two had been companions for 30 years, and over that time, Sebastian had cruelly abused him in countless ways. The match was a good one for as much as Sebastian was sadistic, Lawrence craved the abuse. What's more, Lawrence also liked to inflict abuse on others for his Master's pleasure. Sebastian's vast wealth gave Lawrence resources to find victims whose silence could be bought, especially since most didn't even know where they were being taken or who was abusing them. While both were in their late 50s, they were both in prime physical condition. While both were thin, Sebastian was tall, with chiseled features, and defined muscles. His piercing black eyes seemed to look right through Michael. Lawrence was all lean muscle, bald, and quiet. He often appeared in rooms without anyone noticing he had arrived. He was quietly unnerving whereas his Master was intimidating. Together they made a frightening pair.
Sebastian looked at his slave and lover. "Show him."
Lawrence immediately removed the leather jock he was wearing to stand naked, proudly showing his 8 inch hard cock. He raised the lights and moved brought over a small table holding a supply of needles in sterilized packages on a metal tray. Lawrence opened and used an alcohol wipe to clean his cock, and then he removed a needle from its blue package. From the label, Michael could see that it was a large bore one, one that would cause much pain as it pierced the skin because of its width. In his time as a slave at The Club he'd experienced scenes with needles in the past, but none involved needles as large as this one. Lawrence handed Master Sebastian the needle and put his hands behind his back. Without speaking or without hesitation, Sebastian took the slave's cock in one hand, and with the other, he slide the needle into his piss slit and out the front of his cock. He clearly had to exert force to make the needle pierce the skin. Lawrence stood stoically still. Michael was in awe.
"Lawrence has shown you what I expect of my slaves. None have ever matched his dedication to me, but if you want law school and your career afterwards to be paved for you, then you need to earn it by learning from him, learning how to serve and please me." He paused. "You have a choice. You can accept your punishment, or you can leave. If you leave, don't ever come back. If you stay, you will suffer for me. Join us in the next room if you want, and if you do, I want to see you attach yourself to what I have set up. You have one minute to decide. I'm locking the doors either way, and if you're still here, then you're going to please me one way or the other."
Michael stared at the floor. He could feel his heart beating through his whole body. Sebastian left him kneeling there, and he pulled Lawrence by the needle in his cock head through a door at the far end of the room. Lawrence turned to Michael as he walked away and quietly spoke: "Your turn."
Michael knew that if he remained he'd be facing more torment than he understood, but the rewards were beyond imaginable. Master Sebastian would pay for an Ivy League law school and set him up afterwards with a huge career. All he had to do was to walk through that door. And survive the night, he thought.
He made it through the door into the inner chamber just as the automatic locks on the doors activated, putting punctuation on his decision. He found Master Sebastian sitting in a leather arm chair facing a large screen television displaying the second round beginning in the theater upstairs. Immediately beside and in his line of sight stood a large black wooden X frame dangling restraints. An imposing piece, Lawrence was mesmerized by the llarge metal dildo in its center. Sebastian was sitting while slowly twisting the needle in Lawrence's cock while the slave stood mutely next to him. Michael slowly walked to the frame and examined the set up. The metal dildo was huge; he wasn't sure he could get himself impaled on it easily. He noticed a bottle of lube on the floor, so he used it on the dildo and his ass. He then firmly attached each ankle and then pushed back on the cold metal at his ass. He concentrated, pushing down to welcome the metal invader. He stopped when it reached its widest point only to find Lawrence in front of him. The older slave pushed on Michael's hips, slamming him back hard enough to force the dildo all the way in, causing Michael to groan out loud. The older man covered the moan with a kiss, whispering that he should be quiet. He then finished attaching the younger man to the frame, ensuring that he couldn't move.
Master Sebastian motioned Lawrence aside. He picked up a remote control, and to Michael's surprise, the dildo grew in his ass. "Yes. Amazing isn't it? An expanding metal dildo. It has other surprises, too." Sebastion nodded at Lawrence, and the slave prepped Michael's cock with an alcohol wipe and then picked up the same sized needle that was still protruding from his own cock.
"OPEN YOUR EYES," Master Sebastion bellowed. Michael snapped his head up and look the Master in the eyes. "You will take this for me." He turned back to Lawrence. "Make him hard first." Lawrence took Michael's cock into his mouth. Michael feared he'd never be able to get hard given how afraid he was, but Lawrence knew how to suck a cock. His tongue soon had Michael's cock responding. He was rock hard despite his fear.
Lawrence stopped sucking, and picked up the needle again. He grabbed the glistening cock and slowly slid the needle into the boy's piss slit just like he had done to himself. He pushed firmly as Michael began to yell. His whole body shook when the needle popped through the skin on the other side. Lawrence adjusted the needle, and then to Michael's horror, he picked up another. He almost objected, but he stifled the complaint. Sebastian smiled. "You're learning." This time the needle began under the boy's cock head and through to the top. The pain was searing, and luckily, thought Michael, his cock remained mostly hard. Lawrence finished impaling the boy with a third needle opposite the second one. He now had three large bore needles sticking through this cock head. Lawrence reached behind the frame and pulled down some wires attached to some rubber tubing electrodes. Completing his task, he attached wired clips to each of the needles and put bands around the boy's cock shaft. He then stepped back near his Master. Michael was wired inside his ass, along his cock shaft, and through his cock head.
"If you look at the monitor, you'll see that they are preparing for the next phase of the competition. I thought it best that your punishment match what you failed to do and what you were about to miss, Michael. If you were on the stage, you'd be getting wired up for more electrical stim, although in a somewhat different fashion than here, but close enough. Here's how this is going to work: I'm going to fuck Sebastian here, and you're going to provide the music while I do. If you're lucky, I won't take long, but I suspect I'm going to want to savor this performance... both yours and the one going on upstairs. And yes, you can be as loud as you want. No one but us three can hear you."
Michael flinched at that, and the cold sweat returned. To his surprise and then increasing nervousness, Lawrence inserted two more large bore needles into his cock head. He then attached another set of rubber electrodes to his cock and nuts. Master Sebastian joined them, and he picked up a specially designed sound. This one was electrified and had wires coming off the middle, leaving two free tapered ends to slide simultaneously into two cocks. He slowly inserted into Michael's cock, and then he positioned Sebastian so that his cock took the other end, leaving the two slaves face to face. Sebastian reached out and held Michael's hands above him. With their two cocks linked in this way, every twitch in one of them impacted the other, so Michael stifled a yell when Master Sebastian rammed his cock hard into Lawrence's ass. The force pushed the sound forward, ramming it deeper into Michael.
"Ahhh, I almost forgot!" Laughed Sebastian. He slid out of his slave's ass and picked up leather cord. He used it to tie off and secure Michael's nuts, separating each so that his shaved ball sack was stretched tight around each one. Sebastian then picked up a long thin needle. He looked at Michael and grinned. "A couple more." Michael uncontrollably yelled, "NOOOO!" as Sebastian grabbed and then slowly slid the needle through Michael's left nut until it was skewered. The boy trembled in his bonds. This isn't worth it. I don't care about law school this much, he thought as Sebastian slid another needle into Michael's right nut. What the fuck am I doing? "Untie me. I want out of here. PLEASE, Sir, please let me go. I don't care about law school."
Sebastian ignored the boy as he looked into his long term slave's eyes and slowly tied off and then slid needles into his nuts, too. Michael's pleading caused both of them to become even more hard than before, and Lawrence savored the pain as the needles penetrated each nut. I loved looking into Michael's eyes to see the fear.
"OK, Michael. Here it comes."
Sebastian then picked up a remote control from the table and turned on the power. Immediately the electricity began to flow into both the slaves. Causing them both to stiffen in response. Michael's eyes grew wide as he stared at them, not sure who to look at as they both watched him. It felt as if he were being eaten by their force. Sebastian turned the intensity dial higher until the gentle throbbing turned into a feeling akin to needles being shoved through his ass and into his cock and nuts. The pain intensified so that he could not keep still, causing him to writhe on the X. He quickly stopped moving because doing so hurt both his ass and his impaled cock, leaving him the only recourse: He began to yell. The pain intensified and transformed from a feeling of needles to knives repeatedly cutting his flesh from the inside. When the first wave crashed, he opened his eyes again to find both of the older men smiling at him. As the next wave of needle/knife pain began to rise he realized that Lawrence wasn't flinching even though he was experiencing the same pain. As he began to yell again, the pain in his cock intensified because Sebastian began to fuck his slave lover, driving his cock in and out of his ass. Michael was literally attached to them, but he was far away... They were both grinning at him as he tried not to move.
"Excellent," Master Sebastian cooed, "that's it. Redeem yourself. Take the pain, boy." He turned up the electricity. He then began to caress his lover's chest, leaning in and whispering in his ear, "enjoy this. This is for you."