The Prince Trains a Slave, Part 10

Buttoning my vest as I came back downstairs, I was happily surprised to find Alexi and Eric sitting the French doors having a cup of coffee. Before I could refuse, William appeared at my elbow with a fresh cup of coffee for me. As soon as he served me, he quietly retreated back to the kitchen with Simon.

“This is good coffee,” Alexi said appreciatively. Alexi preferred his coffee strong – to him, the stronger the coffee, the better it was. “How’s it coming with Barry?”

“He’s cracking,” I said. “He’s not broken yet, but that will come when he sees his brother and finds out what is in store for him.” I described how Barry had dropped to his knees the day before to suck Matthew’s cock rather than risk another round of punishment. I explained about the subliminal messages that Barry had been subjected to since the previous evening.

“Do you think it will work?” Alexi asked.

“He’s at a point where he’s more open to suggestion,” I said. “I wouldn’t expect spectacular results so quickly, though. He’d need to be subjected to more subliminal messaging for a longer period of time to really see any kind of remarkable results.”

“That’s true,” Alexi nodded. “Is there anything planned for Barry today?”

“As a matter of fact, there is,” I said. “I’d love to have you join me.”

“I’d like that,” Alexi replied. “Eric and I are returning to Basel tonight. I doubt we’ll be back before the auction and would hate to miss the early stages of Manchester’s training. How’s the brother coming along?”

“Oh – that one you’ll have to see,” I grinned.

Sam greeted us as we entered the clinic. He was grinning from ear to ear as he politely insisted that we wait in the lounge. He explained that Konrad, Brigitta, and Steven were busy putting the finishing touches on Reggie. While we waited, Alexi tried to get me to at least give him some hints about what modifications had been made to the former gangster. It was difficult for me not to divulge any information to Alexi, but I kept reminding myself that the less he knew, the better the surprise would be for him. After waiting about fifteen minutes, Steven appeared at the door and took us to the ward where Reggie had been housed.

“You might know, Mr. Yousupov, but Reggie Manchester was a real fashion plate type,” Steven explained. “He loved dressing up in the latest fashions. When it came time for him to be modified, it just seemed natural to make him look like a living doll.” Steven stood by the curtain that had been pulled around Reggie’s bed. He took the curtain in one hand and grinning excitedly, pulled the curtain open wide.

Alexi and I gasped in wonder at the sight before us. Reggie stood revealed in a pale pink polo shirt, heavily starched khaki shorts, and his bare feet stuffed into moccasins. But, it was Reggie’s face and head that just grabbed our attention and left us breathless. Brigitta had outdone herself with the ink work on Reggie’s face.

I stared open-mouthed and studied the work our tattooist had done, hardly able to believe what I was seeing. Brigitta had tattooed Reggie’s new eyebrows slightly above where his natural eyebrows had been, giving them a delicate arch that gave Reggie an expression of frank openness. She had added a few freckles across Reggie’s cheeks and nose. The spots of pink blush gave the new slave a look of apple-cheeked innocence. Reggie’s lips had been permanently colored with a medium shade of dark pink just like a real doll’s. Konrad had glued a sunshine yellow wig to the new slave’s head. With every hair on the wig covered with latex, Reggie had a preppy style – complete with razor sharp part – that would withstand even the most intense wind and water.

“You think that’s good – wait until you see the rest,” Steven said. He turned to Reggie and ordered the slave to strip. Reggie hesitated only briefly, glancing nervously at the stun gun hanging conspicuously from Steven’s belt before stripping out of his clothes to reveal his nullified body. It was almost impossible to see the scar where his genitals and nipples had been. His brand stood out starkly on the pale skin of his belly. But, Brigitta hadn’t stopped there – when Steven ordered Reggie to turn to the side, we saw that Brigitta had tattooed the name of a famous toy company on Reggie’s hip. Leaning forward, I saw that she had even inked in a patent number giving him an even more doll-like appearance.

“You came just in time for the grand unveiling,” Steven whispered to us. “Reggie hasn’t had a chance to see any of the work Brigitta did on his face.”

“This should be interesting,” Alexi grinned.

Steven asked Sam to bring a cheval mirror into the ward so that Reggie could see the new body that he had. When Sam returned a few minutes later, the face of the mirror was covered with a sheet. Steven positioned the covered mirror so that Reggie would be centered in it and then pulled the sheet away with a flourish.

Reggie’s eyes grew wide and round at his reflection. He reached up with trembling fingers and experimentally touched his face as if he could feel the tattooed features Brigitta had added to his face. Aside from that one movement, Reggie remained motionless as he stared in horror at what had been done to him. Finally, his lower lips began to tremble.

“Wot ‘ave yew done t’ me?” Reggie whined. “Yew’ve made me into some kinda freak!”

“No, we’ve made you into a living doll,” Steven replied. “You’ll always be dressed in the height of fashion just the way you like.”

Reggie ran his delicate fingers over the scars where his nipples and genitals had been. “Yew didn’ need to cut these off and then tattoo my face like yew done!”

“Oh quit complaining,” Steven said. “Everything you didn’t need anymore was removed. As for the inking, you got only what you needed to make you look like what you are – a living doll.” Steven indicated the clothing on the floor. “Now, get dressed again like a good slave boy.” He rested his hand on the stun gun and watched closely as Reggie reluctantly slipped into the clothing provided for him.

“Wait until your brother gets a chance to see you,” I said. “He won’t believe the improvements that have been made to you.”

“M-my bruvver?” Reggie squeaked as he pulled the polo shirt over his head. “I don’t want my bruvver seein’ me like this.”

“Which is precisely why your brother must see the new you,” Alexi said coldly. “It’s time you get used to the fact that what you want or don’t want doesn’t matter any more. You’ll do exactly as you’re told and eventually learn to do it with pleasure.”

Reggie’s face contorted as Alexi’s words sank in and the tears came. He hung his head in humiliation and sobbed softly as the full realization of what he had become struck him for the first time. “I wisht I never seen this place or any o’ yew,” he said sullenly.

“You didn’t have to come here,” I said. “And, you certainly didn’t have to bring a gun along with you. You could have stayed at home where you belonged.”

“I couldn’t!” Reggie howled. “I didn’ ‘ave no choice! Barry made me come along – ‘e said it would help me grow a pair o’ real man’s balls.”

I couldn’t help chuckling. “And instead of growing a pair of balls, you ended up getting yours cut off. Looks like your big brother didn’t know what was good for you after all. In fact, it seems that he’s the one really responsible for the situation you find yourself in now.”

Reggie stopped crying and stared at me in stunned silence. My words had struck a chord somewhere deep in his subconscious. Tears ran down his tattooed face as he began to consider what I had just said. He had a tangible focus for his anger over what had happened to him. I began to develop a very good idea of what life had been like in the Manchester Empire. Barry had always felt obligated to protect his little brother – even if he was a poofter, but he didn’t like it. Barry didn’t like it because little Reggie was an embarrassment to him, and so good old Barry had gone out of his way to try to make Reggie over in his own image of what a man should be. Like a dutiful little brother, Reggie had tried as hard as he could to prove that he was worthy of his brother’s respect – and had always fallen short of the mark.

“Just think,” I said. “If Barry had let you go your own way that night, you’d still have your bits dangling between your legs. But, he couldn’t leave you alone. He saw what happened to Snell and yet, he still forced you to join him here.” I paused and shrugged offhandedly. “Of course, maybe he intended for that to happen to you.”

Before he could answer that charge, I turned and strolled casually from the room, leaving him there with his mouth hanging open.

“Interesting suggestions you made back there,” Alexi said as well strolled down the corridors.

“Yes, I thought so, too,” I smiled. “It should prove interesting to see how the two brothers react when they’re brought together in a few days.”

“What do you imagine will happen?” Alexi asked.

“I think Barry will be horrified to see what’s been done to Reggie,” I said. “If the seeds I just planted take root, Reggie should blame Barry for everything.” I faced Alexi as we walked. “If I’m really lucky, Reggie may wish the very same fate on Barry.”

“And of course, he’d get his wish,” Alexi said dryly.

“Oh, of course,” I chuckled. “I may even let him watch the operation.”

“Or force him to watch,” Alexi countered wryly.

“There is that, too,” I laughed.

On our way down to the dungeon levels, Alexi periodically stopped to look into the various playrooms, nodding in approval each time. He liked what he saw and was more than pleased to let me know it. But, his real admiration was saved for the training dungeons – these weren’t playrooms designed to permit clients to live out fantasies. The dungeon training rooms were intended for the serious business of slave training and behavior modification. The stark rough-hewn stone walls and polished stone floors were specifically designed to heighten the emotions of those brought to the chambers.

The training chamber I guided Alexi to had old-fashioned stocks through which a slave’s head and wrists could be locked. The stocks were designed in such a way that the subject was forced to bend at the waist, leaving his ass vulnerable and exposed. There was a padded table that could be raised or lowered to accommodate each individual. Leather restraints were fixed to the table to keep the slave in place and from moving as his ass was either being caned or otherwise used. And finally, there was a heavy wooden chair with a dildo attached to the seat. Alexi examined the dildo.

“It’s not very big,” he said looking up from the chair.

“No, not it’s not,” I agreed. “But, it is big enough to be uncomfortable to virgin or novice holes,” I explained. “The purpose of the chair and the dildo are to get the subject used to having something up their ass. The dildo can be changed for increasingly larger versions as the training continues.”

“Does it vibrate?” Alexi asked.

I raised an eyebrow. “Do you really have to ask?”

Alexi laughed and raised a hand. “Okay, okay – that was a stupid question,” he said. “I really should have known better than to ask that.”

“It actually does more than vibrate,” I explained. “It can be programmed to piston up and down – at various intensities – and at the same time rotate a quarter turn with each upward movement.”

“That ought to keep him aroused,” Alexi noted in amusement as I went to the intercom and called for Barry to be brought to the chamber. While we waited for the guards to arrive with Barry, I busied myself by lubricating the dildo.

The heavy wooden chamber door swung open nearly a quarter of an hour later to reveal a very frightened-looking and naked Barry Manchester flanked by two muscular, powerful guards in leather harnesses, skin-tight leather shorts, and high boots. From where I stood by the chair, I could see that Barry’s knees were trembling as he was led across the room to the chair.

“Good to see you, boy,” I smiled and placed my hand on the back of the chair. “Time for a new lesson. This one’s easy – just sit down in the chair.”

Barry glanced at the chair, his eyes lingering on the slick dildo. He looked back up at me, tears brimming in his eyes and slowly, fearfully shook his head. “Puh-puh-please don’t make me sit down on ‘at fing,” he begged. “I’ll do anyfing else – I’ll do ‘at other fing if yew want.”

I shrugged. “Suit yourself,” I said calmly. I turned to the guards. “Put him in the stocks.”

“Awww, yew ain’t gotta do ‘at!” Barry whined. “I said I’d do the other fing!”

The guards ignored Barry’s cries and his pathetic struggles as they dragged him to the stocks and locked him down. They took a steel leg-spreader from the wall and locked Barry’s ankles into it, immobilizing his legs.

“You know the rules, Barry,” I called as I walked over to the wall where an array of leather straps, paddles, canes, and whips hung. I ran my finger along the instruments thoughtfully. “When you do what you’re told to do, you get rewarded. But, when you don’t do as you’re told,” I pulled a leather paddle from the its hook on the wall and gave it a test swing, “then you have to be punished.” I moved in front of Barry and showed him the paddle, tapping it lightly against my hand. “I’m feeling pretty generous today, so I think I’ll start with this paddle instead of a cane or whip.”

“nooooooooooooo!” Barry whined.

Stepping behind Barry, I removed my suit jacket and rolled my shirtsleeves up. I rubbed my hand over the former gangster’s smooth ass cheeks, enjoying the nervous quivers that were already running through his body. Pulling the paddle back, I swung it hard towards my target. The leather connected with Barry’s smooth ass with a resounding WHAP! Barry yelped in pain and jerked around inside his bonds. I put just enough muscle into each swing to bring a yowl of pain from my subject, and to leave a crisp red mark on his white flesh.

After the fifth swat against Barry’s ass, I let the paddle drop enough to connect with his balls hanging down between his legs. The blow wasn’t solid, but it was enough to bring Barry to a new level of pain. The next blow connected fully with his balls, ratcheting up his pain several levels. I stopped with the twelfth blow and traded the leather paddle for one of the thinner canes.

“You handled the paddle pretty well,” I said conversationally. “Let’s see how you do with a cane.” I stood in front of Barry and cut the air with the cane experimentally. “Listen to this thing whistle,” I said. “Man, it really cuts the air.” Barry’s mouth was moving soundlessly as I handed the cane to Alexi. “I’m not too good with the cane,” I said. “But, Alexi here is a real master.”

Smiling coldly, Alexi took the cane and swung it a few times to limber up his arm. “It’s got a good feel,” he said appreciatively.

“Yew win! Yew win,” Barry screamed in terror. “I’ll do it, I swear I’ll do wotever yew want!”

“Of course you will,” Alexi agreed. “And, you will – but only after I give you a few strokes.”

Barry began crying and screaming before Alexi’s first blow fell. Alexi didn’t exactly hold back, but he certainly didn’t make a serious effort to draw blood with any of his blows – and I knew from watching him work in Basel, that he was fully capable of drawing blood with each blow. Barry screamed, he howled, and jerked hard against the stocks that held him in place. By the time the last blow fell, he was gibbering and begging for a chance to impale himself on the dildo.

“Release him from the stocks and take him over to the chair,” I ordered the guards. They moved quickly to remove him from the stocks and half carried him to the chair where he stood shakily and stared down at the dildo. Barry looked imploringly in my direction. “Sit,” I ordered. “Or else you can return to the stocks for more of what you got earlier.”

The gangster’s shoulders were shaking as he hung his head and turned around before easing himself down onto the seat. He gasped in pain as his ass made contact with the dildo. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks as he gingerly lowered himself onto the dildo and let out a gasp of relief as his bruised cheeks made contact with the chair seat. At a nod from me, the guards moved quickly to strap Barry tightly to the chair.

“Now, that wasn’t quite as difficult or even as painful as you imagined, was it?” I asked. Squeezing his eyes closed, Barry pressed his lips tightly together and shook his head. “I want you to remember that you could have saved yourself a lot of pain and discomfort if you had just followed instructions the first time.” I turned to the guards. “Get him sheathed and start him on a slow cycle – twenty minutes, I think should be enough to start with.”

“Wot?” Barry looked up at me in shock? “Wotta yew mean?”

I ignored his questions as the guards moved in to pull a latex sheath connected to a clear tube that in turn was connected to a collection jar. Once the sheath was in place, the other guard activated the dildo cycle. Barry gave a little yelp as the dildo began vibrating and slowly rotating. Barry’s response was automatic and almost immediate – his dick grew erect as his prostate was stimulated. In just a few minutes a steady trickle of precum began flowing into the tube.

“You’ll get used to it,” Alexi said, chuckling at the faces Barry was making. He couldn’t help feeling pleasure, but at the same time he was clearly humiliated by getting his ass fucked with a dildo for the first time in his life.

“‘Ow … ‘ow … ‘ow long, ‘ow long do I ‘ave t’ stay in this fing?” Barry gasped.

“Good question,” I smiled. I motioned for one of the guards to bring over a huge hourglass and set it in front of Barry’s chair. “That hourglass takes just a little over an hour to run out,” I said. “You’ll remain in that chair until it runs completely out three times.” I turned to the guards. “Make sure you vary the intensity of the routines.”

“I’m sorry you can’t stay for the rest of Barry’s training today,” I told Alexi as we returned to the flat.

“I can catch everything on the tapes,” Alexi assured me. “But, I really need to get back to Basel – there’s a huge backlog of work there that I’ve been neglecting. Some family social business as well as the clubs.” He sighed. “I hate most of those social obligations – but, they’re all a part of having a title. Even if that title is little more than a memory of the past.”

“You will be back for the auction?”

Alexi glanced at me fondly. “I wouldn’t miss that for the world,” he assured me.

After seeing Alexi and Eric off to Heathrow, I enjoyed a leisurely lunch with Simon and William on the balcony overlooking the river before returning to the dungeon training chamber. Barry was slumped limp in the chair.

“The last cycle ended about an hour ago, sir,” one of the guards informed me. “Since we didn’t have any further instructions, we left him in the chair.”

“You did right,” I assured him. “Take him to the showers and get him cleaned up and then bring him back here. Take your time and be gentle with him.”

The guards nodded knowingly as they removed Barry from the chair and carried him away. Using the in-house intercom, I sent for Steven and Matthew. They both arrived well before Barry was brought back. Steven looked interested in the events about to unfold, while Matthew seemed both anxious and slightly nervous.

“What’s bothering you, Matthew?” I asked.

“Well, sir … it’s nothing really,” he hedged. “I’m really eager to do this … really I am…”

“Why is that?” I asked.

Matthew looked at me as if he couldn’t believe his ears. “Look at me, sir. With my size and build I’ve always been the one getting dicked up the ass – whether I wanted it or not. All the guys who did that to me were guys like this new slave you’ve been using me on – bigger and full of themselves. They acted like they were king of the world.”

“I can understand how you feel,” I said. “So, now the shoe is on the other foot – so to speak and it’s time for you to get some of your own back.”

Matthew blushed and looked down at his feet. “Something like that.”

I ruffled his curly blond locks playfully. “Don’t feel bad about that – that’s one of the reasons I picked you for this training assignment. It’s about time you got to have some revenge.” I lifted his chin so that his eyes met mine. “But, what has you so nervous?”

Matthew colored even deeper than before. “I’ve never done this before,” he said in a barely audible voice. “I mean – what if I’m not good at it?”

Steven’s hearty laugh filled the chamber and echoed all around us. “You have nothing to worry about – you’ve been on the receiving end so much that I’m sure you know a whole lot more than you realize. But, more importantly – what does Manchester have to compare the experience to?”

The corners of Matthew’s sweet mouth slowly turned up. “I never thought of it like that, sir.”

I pulled the slight slave to me, rubbing his back. “Look – you can be as rough and demeaning as you want or as loving and tender as you want. This is your day.”

Barry looked slightly refreshed, but still nervous when the guards brought him back into the chamber. He began trembling even more when the guards brought him to a stop by the chair and tears filled his eyes as he silently pleaded not to be required to take a seat in the chair again. Looking around, Barry saw Matthew and brightened slightly – evidently, he thought that Matthew’s presence was a strong indication that he wasn’t going to have to return to the chair again.

“Matthew, I think that you’re overdressed in here,” I said, clapping my hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t you get more comfortable?”

Smiling broadly, Matthew took his time removing his white tank top, maroon shorts, and sneakers. He folded each article of clothing before placing them on top of his sneakers. By the time he straightened, his dick was already rising to full erection. To my surprise, Barry actually licked his lips and looked relieved at the thought that he was going to have to service Matthew again.

“Don’t worry Barry,” I smiled. “You’re not going in the chair again – at least not so soon.” He flinched when I took his arm. “Just relax,” I chided gently as I guided him over to the padded table and positioned him so that his groin was pressed snugly against the edge of the table. “Now, just bend forward until your chest and belly are flat against the table.”

Barry gulped and the blood drained from his face. “Oh gawd,” he moaned as his eyes watered.

Placing my hand on his shoulder, I pushed him forward until his chest was flat against the padded vinyl surface. I quickly pulled a restraint belt tightly around his waist as the guards quickly strapped his legs and arms to the table.

“Oh gawd, oh gawd,” Barry repeated over and over. “Don’ let ‘im do it to me,” he pleaded. “Please, please don’ make me submit to that.”

Ignoring Barry, I turned to Matthew. “Okay Matthew – he’s all yours.”

Matthew was grinning like he’d won the world’s biggest lottery jackpot as he accepted a tube of KY Jelly from Steven and slowly approached Manchester. The little slave circled the table slowly; reaching out and stroking Barry’s smooth ass cheeks, his back, and his face. He dug his fingers deeply through Barry’s hair, raking them through the reddish blond locks. Finally, Matthew took up his place behind Barry and ran his fingers up and down the crack of the gangster’s ass.

“How’s it feel to be the bitch now?” Matthew asked, an unusually hard edge to his voice. “I’ll bet you butt-fucked some bitch boy before – didn’t you? Or, did you just watch as your boys did the deed?” He popped open the tube of lubricant and holding it directly over Barry’s crack, squeezed. When the cold lubricant hit Manchester’s skin, he gave a yelp of fear. “Go ahead and cry,” Matthew said. “Now, you’re going to find out what it feels like to have someone else take your ass.” He gave Manchester’s ass a playful slap. “I’ll bet you didn’t use any lube on your victim – did you?” Barry didn’t answer. Matthew slapped him again, this time for real. “Answer me! You didn’t use any lube did you?”

“N-no!” Barry shouted. “Gawd, pleasepleaseplease – don’ do it.”

“Who fucked the poor bastard?” Matthew demanded. “Did you do it yourself or did you make someone else do it?”

“Someone else, someone else!” Barry screamed. “C’mon – I’ve learned me a lesson I ain’t never gonna ferget. Don’ do no more!”

“But, you watched and laughed as that poor little bastard cried and begged not to be fucked, didn’t you?” Matthew wanted to know. Barry began sobbing, but didn’t answer. Matthew slapped him hard several times. “Answer me, damn it! You laughed as he begged and cried didn’t you? You thought it was great fun, didn’t you?”

“YES!” Manchester screamed. “Yes, I did – oh gawd, it was wrong! I know ‘at now. Gawd I was wrong … I didn’ know no better.”

Matthew coated his erection with the lubricating jelly and pressed his dick against Barry’s almost virgin hole. “Well, now you’re going to find out exactly how he felt,” Matthew snarled as he thrust his hips forward.

Barry pulled his head away from the table, screaming in humiliation as Matthew penetrated him. I tapped the guards on the shoulders and motioned for them to take up positions at the head of the table where Barry would be aware of their presence. Although they were already grinning openly, I whispered that I wanted them to laugh out loud.

I watched as Matthew forcefully slammed his slender hips against Barry’s smooth ass, amazed at the amount of pent-up fury that was contained in such a small body. I leaned close to Steven. “I want you to find out whether Matthew has been sent to see a counselor,” I whispered. “If not, I want that done.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And, have him removed from all sex rotations,” I said. I thought for a moment. “Have him reassigned directly to Simon. He can help in William’s training program.” As I watched Matthew thrusting away, an idea came to me. “How many other boyish and effeminate slaves were there?”

Steven thought for a moment. “About a dozen or so.”

“Right, right,” I nodded. “When you take Matthew from here, have the others sent up here. They can all have a shot at Barry’s ass today. Get him used to being used.”

Steven grinned. “Yes, sir – that’s an excellent idea.”

I turned my attention back to the table. Matthew was still thrusting away savagely while the two guards took turns twisting Barry’s head to face them as they laughed and teased him about having his ass worked over by such a pretty, little boy. Suddenly, Matthew arched his back and stood on his toes as he shouted out and emptied his balls into Manchester’s ass. He held that position for several seconds before finally stepping back, breathing heavily. He stalked to the front of the table and grabbed a handful of Barry’s long hair.

“Take a good fucking look at me,” Matthew panted. “I want you to remember that I’m the one who busted your ass for the first time. I’m the one who made you a bitch boy.” He twisted his hand in Barry’s hair, causing the former gangster to squeal in pain. “How’s it feel to be such a bitch?”

Barry couldn’t answer through his tears of shame. His mouth worked soundlessly and dropped to the padded table when Matthew released his grip on the gangster’s hair. The little slave walked unsteadily over to Steven and me, bowing.

“I hope I did what you wanted,” he said.

“You were perfect,” I assured him. “I couldn’t begin to have hoped for better.” I patted his smooth face. “Now, get dressed and go with Steven.” I watched the two of them leave the chamber before stepping around in front of Manchester. “Well, how’s it feel to be – what was it Matthew called you? Oh yes, a bitch boy?”

“I – I ain’t no bitch,” Barry murmured, trying to hide his face from my glare.

I grabbed his hair and pulled his head up, forcing him to look up at me. “You’re not a bitch? What would you call someone who was just fucked by a man half his size? Everyone I know would call someone like that a bitch.”

“I wasn’ given no choice,” Barry protested. “It ain’t my fault.”

“You’re beginning to get the idea, Barry old boy,” I grinned. “Slaves don’t have any choice in who uses them as a bitch. You’ll catch on soon enough that you’re nothing but a bitch to be used by anyone who comes along.”

The door to the chamber opened and Steven poked his head through. “Ready now?”

“Sure, bring them all in,” I said happily. The slaves wandered in a little uncertainly, staring in fearful curiosity at the sight of Manchester bent over the table. “Don’t be shy boys, don’t be shy at all. Come on in and get a good look at a new bitch slave in training,” I called. “And, you’re all going to get a chance to help in his training.”

The slaves looked at each other in confusion. They weren’t sure what was going on.

“Don’t hold back, boys,” Steven called. “Think of this as a kind of sex party and Barry is the entertainment for the party.”

I clapped my hands as a thought struck me. “That’s it – let’s make this a real party,” I shouted. “Steven, get Ingo on the phone and have him send some food and soft drinks down for these fine young slaves.” The boys began to softly chatter among themselves in growing excitement. “What do you think? Pizza, some fish and chips, maybe potato chips – what do they call them here in London – crisps, is it?” I glanced over at Barry and smiled wickedly. “Oh yes, I think crisps, or potato chips or whatever they’re called are definitely in order – and some dip, too!”

I went over to the guards and ordered them to thoroughly wash Barry down and get him dried off while we were waiting for the food to arrive. After they were finished, I told them that once each of the smaller slaves had had a shot at Barry’s ass at least once that they could take their own turns at him. The first of the food and soft drinks arrived in about twenty minutes.

A small army of waiters from Ingo’s dining facilities carted in tubs of iced sodas and folding tables. They worked quickly and smoothly setting the tables up and spreading out disposable tablecloths before filling the tables with paper napkins and plates. Food came next – Ingo outdid himself with his selections. Huge bowls of potato chips arrived, followed by bowls of nuts, pretzels, plates of burgers, plates of sliced pepperoni and cheese, and large bowls of dip. Ingo had also sent up sliced vegetables that could be used to scoop up the dip.

“You,” I said pointing at an elfin-faced slave with floppy black hair. “Bring me one of those bowls of dip, and get your friend to bring along that plate of carrots and celery.” The slaves hurried to carry out my orders. “Now,” I explained to them, “to have a really good party, you need a centerpiece – something that people can gather around and chat as they snack.” I took the bowl of dip from the black-haired slave and dumped it onto Barry’s back. “Now, Barry here will make the perfect centerpiece for your party. We’ll just arrange the vegetables around the edges of the dip and voila!”

The floppy-haired slave beamed up at me and tentatively reached out a slender hand. I smiled and nodded, reminding him that this party was for all of them. Grinning, he took a stalk of celery and plowed a furrow through the dip before taking a bite.

“How’s it taste?” I asked.

“It’s fantastic,” he grinned up at me. “Best I ever had.”

“Well, that’s partly because Ingo made the dip,” I said. “But, it’s important to remember that food seems to taste better when it’s properly displayed.”

I edged away from the table and watched in amusement as the slaves swarmed around Barry – each scooping up dip with chips or vegetable spears. They laughed and teased the former gangster as they scooped the dip off his back. The floppy-haired slave, his mouth full of chips and dip, looked like a chipmunk storing food for the winter. Suddenly, a mischievous look came into his eyes as he picked up a rather large carrot. Glancing around devilishly, he plowed the top of the carrot through the dip and then made his way around behind Barry where he shoved the carrot up the gangster’s ass, eliciting even more raucous laughter from his companions. The floppy-haired slave looked up and saw me watching him and lowered his head, as if afraid I’d punish him.

“Don’t be ashamed,” I laughed. “I think that’s a perfect addition to your centerpiece – good work!”

“Thank you, sir.”

I motioned him over to me. “What’s your name?”

“Adam, sir.”

“Well, Adam – when the time for entertainment comes, I think you’ve earned the right to be first to plug Barry’s ass,” I said. I looked at all the boys and raised my voice. “Take your time and have fun today – if you run out of food, have one of the guards order more down here. The only rule is that you can’t physically harm Barry. You can fuck him all you want – or are able – but nothing else. Other than that – have fun!”

“I took the liberty of sending Matthew straight up to your flat,” Steven said when we were in the corridor.

“Thanks,” I said. “It sounds like he had a hard time of it at some point.”

“It’s not uncommon for those of us who spent much time on the streets,” Steven said. “I think that’s why there are so many who volunteer themselves into service – it provides a measure of safety and protection from the predators out there.”

“Predators like Barry Manchester,” I said.

“Yeah, exactly like him,” Steven agreed.

Simon met me at the door to the flat. “The newest stray has already arrived,” he grinned, unbuttoning my vest. “He’s so small and cute – with all those curls he looks like a little lost lamb.”

“Interesting description,” I said bending forward and nibbling on Simon’s ear. “Where is he?” I looked around. “For that matter, where is William?”

“They’re upstairs getting another bed moved into William’s room,” Simon answered, grabbing my tie and pulling me towards the balcony. “We should have some time for you to relax and enjoy the quaint English custom of afternoon tea out there.”

Slouching in the chair on the balcony, I explained how Matthew had reacted when given the chance to take Barry’s virginity. His delicate face clouded over as I explained my suspicions. He just sat there looking troubled. Finally, he brushed his fingers through his short bangs and sighed heavily.

“I know it’s not possible to get the bastards who mistreated Matthew so badly,” he said. “But, you can sure make Barry Manchester pay.”

“He’s already a slave and he’s going to be losing his cock and balls,” I pointed out. “What more would you have me do to him?”

“Well, he doesn’t have to be asleep when he’s operated on, does he? I mean why can’t Dr. Pashir just use a local and make him watch? He can do that, can’t he?”

“Yeah, yeah I think that’s doable,” I agreed. “Is that what you want?”

“Well, somebody’s got to balance the scales for Matthew and all the others,” Simon said, growing more and more agitated.

I grabbed his hand across the table and pulled him over to me, pulling him into my lap as I wrapped my arms around him. “Chill – okay?” I said as I rubbed the back of his head. “You’re right – we can make Barry balance the scales for Matthew.” I pulled Simon’s head down to rest on my shoulder, inhaling his scent and stroking his silky hair. “If it helps any, right about now Barry Manchester should be right in the middle of getting his ass fucked by about a dozen slightly built slaves and two very muscular ones…” My voice trailed off as I thought of Adam – the small slave with the floppy black hair.

Simon’s head jerked up and he stared directly into my eyes. “What? What is it?”

I shook my head absently – the idea was only partly formed and I wanted to give it a chance to grow fully before I said anything. “It’s nothing – at least, not yet it isn’t,” I replied. “Give me some time to work out the details in my mind and then I’ll tell you.” I stood him up and patted his tight ass and then stared out at the Thames as I thought.

I cleared all conscious thoughts from my mind and let my thoughts flow wildly, allowing the ridiculous as well as the rational tumble over each other in my mind. I don’t know how long I had been sitting there like that, but eventually I found myself smiling broadly and knew what I needed to do. Leaping to my feet, I hurried down to my office on the mezzanine and made several internal calls.

*****

The following morning, I rushed through a hurried breakfast of fresh orange juice, coffee, and toast. I took breakfast standing up, anxious to make sure that everything was in place and ready to run smoothly.

“Have Matthew ready for when I call,” I told Simon. “Once everything is ready, I’ll tell you where to bring him so he can see Barry’s breakdown.”

“Do you really think he’s going to break?” Simon asked doubtfully.

“I know he will,” I assured Simon. “After his humiliation yesterday and what he’s going to face soon – he’s going to shatter. It won’t undo what Matthew went through – but it will be a little something paid to that account.”

After leaving the flat, my first stop was at the clinic where I found Steven overseeing Reggie’s wardrobe of the day – starched baggy khaki knee-length shorts, a buttercup yellow polo shirt, and white V-necked sweater casually knotted around the slave’s neck. With his bare feet covered by moccasins, Reggie looked every bit like a life-sized version of Barbie’s doll boyfriend – Ken. Once Reggie was dressed, Steven led his slave down the hall to where Konrad was waiting with one of his specially made wigs.

As soon as Reggie was seated, Konrad went straight to work applying the glue to Reggie’s scalp that would hold the wig in place. He let the glue get tacky before taking the wig he had chosen and carefully fitting it to Reggie’s scalp. Konrad had chosen a blue-black wig that had been styled into a very preppy flattop style. Konrad pressed the edges of the wig down along Reggie’s forehead, ears and nape to make sure it was perfectly seated. When the stylist was finished, Reggie looked even more like a doll come to life.

“He looks perfect,” I told Steven and Konrad. “I’m sure Barry is going to be amazed at how different his little brother looks now.”

“Just what do you have planned for this morning?” Steven asked.

“Nothing much,” I smiled. “Just a little reunion of the two brothers. I’m going to put them both in the same room, sit back and let whatever happens happen.” I winked at Konrad and Steven. “It should be fun.” I turned to leave. “I’ll call you and let you know when and where to bring Reggie. There’s just one or two other things to arrange.”

Instead of going down to the dungeon levels, I went down only one level to the chambers that would be used by members for sexual seduction of their partners or pleasure slaves. The suite I entered had a circular bed on a raised dais. The entire room was done in a pleasing monochromatic design of varying shades and hues of blue. I was looking around the room when the door opened and Adam entered.

“Y-you had me sent for, sir?” The slave asked, brushing his floppy bangs from his face.

“Yes, I want your services here today,” I said. “Do your job well and you’ll be handsomely rewarded.”

“What do I have to do?”

“Nothing much,” I smiled. “All you need to do is suck someone’s dick. I understand from your supervisor that you’re very good at that.”

Adam grinned. “And, I like it, too.”

“Even better,” I laughed. “You remember the slave in training from yesterday that you had fun with?”

“The one who got gang fucked?”

“That’s the one,” I nodded. “He’s going to be brought here in just a little while. I want you to seduce him – get him as hot and excited as you can, and then give him a blowjob that will blow his mind. I want him to forget everything else but the pleasure you’re giving him. Are you that good?”

Adam thought carefully, his head cocked to one side for a few moments before nodding. “Yeah, I think I am.”

I patted his head playfully. “I like a slave who’s confident of his skills.” I nodded towards the bed. “Now, strip out of those clothes and make yourself look as seductive as possible.”

Adam hurried to follow my orders and within minutes was naked and sprawled out on the circular bed, his pink tongue licking his lips eagerly. He looked so inviting that I was tempted to take him myself. The guards arrived about a quarter of an hour later, with Barry standing between them dressed only in leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Only the wrist and ankle restraints hinted at Barry’s status as a new slave.

“I understand you had a rough time of it yesterday, Barry,” I said. “But, I’m told that you took it very well. That being the case, I think a little reward is in order.” I jerked my head in the direction of the bed where Adam was looking his most alluring. “He’s here to make you feel better.”

I stepped aside and gave the guards a nod. They took their cue and hauled the naked gangster over to the bed. As soon as Barry reached the edge of the bed, Adam reached out and pulled Barry down onto the bed and immediately began licking the gangster’s chest and sucking on his nipples. Barry tried to resist at first, but the little pleasure slave was more than a match for the gangster. As soon as Adam began massaging Barry’s balls and fondling his growing dick, Barry forgot his resistance and gave in to Adam’s attentions. I watched silently for a while before slipping out and heading down the corridor to another room. As I moved between rooms, I pulled out my cell phone and called the clinic.

The lounge was specially designed for those members with a more voyeuristic bent to their natures. Comfortable, overstuffed divans were grouped around the room – all with perfect lines of sight to the large wide-screen monitor built flush into the wall. Leaning over one of the end tables, I flipped open a panel and punched the built-in remote control. The screen came to life showing Barry and Adam entwined on the bed. Barry’s head was thrown back in pleasure as his hands burrowed through Adam’s thick, black hair. His moans gave no doubt that he was deep in the throes of passion. Smiling, I turned the monitor off and helped myself to a cup of coffee from the bar at the back of the room and waited.

I was only halfway through my coffee when the door opened and Steven guided Reggie into the room. Matthew, Simon, and Konrad followed them into the room.

“Welcome, Reggie!” I called from the back of the room. “It must be a relief to get out of that clinic for a change of pace, I’ll bet.”

“W-wh-why am I ‘ere?”

“I thought that you might want to see your brother,” I said.

Reggie looked around the room. “Where is ‘e?”

“Oh, he’s not here in this room,” I said. “But, if you turn the monitor on, you can see him in his room and if he has his camera and microphones on, you can even talk to him.”

Steven showed Reggie the controls built into the end table by the divan. Reggie eagerly pushed the ON button, his eyes glued to the large monitor.

“Wot th’ fuck?” Reggie gasped as the monitor came to life. He watched in awe as Barry, his eyes closed, was writing on the bed as Adam’s head bobbed up and down between his legs. It was clear to everyone in the room that Barry was very definitely enjoying Adam’s attentions.

“Oh shit,” I groaned, pretending to be caught off guard. “I didn’t realize that he had someone with him. Steven, turn that thing off – we’ll do this some other time.”

“No, no leave it alone,” Reggie whispered in a strangled voice, never taking his eyes from the monitor. I watched closely as Reggie’s hand unconsciously moved down to his groin and patted the smooth flatness of the empty space between his legs. His other hand moved over his face as if he could feel the tattoos Brigitta had inflicted on him.

I went over to Matthew and pulled him over to the bar. “Watch – things are going to be getting interesting in just a little bit,” I whispered softly into his ear.

“What’s going to happen?” Matthew whispered back. “I don’t understand.”

“Barry’s world – what’s left of it – is about to crash down on him in ways that he never even imagined possible.” I pulled a bottle of cranberry juice from the fridge behind the bar, poured some into a glass and added a generous splash of ginger ale. “Why don’t you be a good boy and take this to Reggie – try to get him to have a little refreshment.”

I watched as Matthew took the drink across the room and set it down next to Reggie. The doll boy hardly acknowledged the other slave’s presence. He was running a hand over the latex saturated wig that covered his head while staring at the screen. On the monitor, Barry was moaning and sighing in delight as he twisted and writhed on the bed as Adam’s mouth engulfed his erection. Suddenly, Barry gave a series of high-pitched yelps and bucked so violently that he almost knocked Adam off the bed as he reached orgasm. Adam dutifully swallowed every drop of Barry’s juice and began to pull away, but was stopped by the gangster who begged for more.

Reggie finally erupted, flinging his drink all over the monitor. He let the empty glass drop from his fingers to fall with a dull thud on the thick carpet. “Fuckin’ wanker,” Reggie spat. “’E made me come ‘at night – I didn’ want to, but ‘e made me … ‘e fuckin’ forced me t’ come ‘ere ‘at night!”

Steven patted Reggie’s shoulder comfortingly. “We didn’t realize he’d be … well, that he’d be doing what he was,” he said consolingly.

“I wanna see the bastard,” Reggie said, his voice filled with venom. “I want ‘im t’ know what ‘e made ‘appen t’ me.” Steven looked in my direction helplessly. “Yew at least owe me, ‘at much!” Reggie begged.

“He’s got a point,” I said nodding. “Barry’s room isn’t far.” I turned to Matthew and whispered. “Pay attention to the monitor.”

In the corridor outside the pleasure room Barry was in, I paused and looked at Reggie. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

Reggie’s face was a mask of hate. “Yeh, yeh – it’s wot I want.”

Shrugging, I opened the door and Reggie barged into the room. Barry was so engrossed in his second blow job that he didn’t notice our arrival at first. His eyes were closed as he ran his fingers wildly through Adam’s floppy hair. He finally opened his eyes and gasped to find Steven, Reggie, and I standing by the bed. He gaped at the sight of his brother and the transformations that had been wrought on him. As the realization of what he was seeing sank in, he realized that Adam was still between his legs sucking away. With a strangled curse, he pulled away and pushed Adam to the floor.

“Reg? Reg, is ‘at yew?” Barry gasped. “Oh, jeezus – wot the fuck ‘as ‘appened t’ yew? Wot ‘ave they done?”

Reggie snorted and then spat a huge gob of phlegm in his brother’s face. “Yer a fuckin’ bastard, you are,” he snarled. “I didn’ want t’ come t’ this place – but, yew wouldn’t ‘ear of yer bruvver not backin yew up when yer puttin’ the frighteners on people.” He grabbed at his latex saturated wig and gestured at his tattooed face. “Take a good fuckin’ look at wot’s ‘appened t’ me cuz o’ yew!

“Reg … I never…” Barry stammered weakly.

Reggie spat in Barry’s face a second time. “Shut th’ fuck up!” He screamed. “All me fuckin’ life I ‘ad t’ do wot yew said. Yew always made me act tougher than I really was cuz yew didn’ want enyone t’ know yer bruvver was a poof! Yew didn’ want people to talk about where I stuck me dick. Yew reely wanna know what all ‘at bullshit got me? Huh? Do yew reely wanna know?” Reggie clawed at his starched khaki shorts and pulled them down, exposing his smooth groin. “Take a good fuckin’ look big bruvver – at least now yew don’t ‘ave t’ be concerned where I’m gonna stick me dick no more!”

Barry stared wide-eyed at Reggie’s nullified crotch. Suddenly his shoulders heaved up and down as he made retching noises. Moments later, he vomited all over himself as he looked away from his brother’s barren groin. Reggie grabbed Barry’s long hair and pulled his head back around.

“Don’ yew fuckin’ look away,” Reggie screamed. “Yew made this ‘appen t’ me – it’s all yer fuckin’ fault. Well, I ‘ope they do th’ same fing t’ yew. Wot’s more, I ‘ope they make yew watch when yer fuckin’ prick and balls is cut off. I wanna be there when they fuckin’ do ‘at t’ yew.”

He spat in his brother’s face again and pausing only long enough to pull his shorts back up fled the room. Steven immediately hurried after Reggie while Barry retched again and again, shaking his head in horrified disbelief. Finally, he managed to bring himself under control and wiped his mouth with the back of his arm.

“I can’t believe yew did ‘at t’ Reggie,” he moaned.

“Believe it,” I said coldly. “I gave you every chance to walk away, but you refused to take the opportunity.” I reached up and ran my thumb along the scar on my face. “Instead, you gave me this and your brother in a pathetic attempt to prove his masculinity to you, tried to shoot me.”

“Yew made me look like a asshole,” Barry whined. “I couldn’t let yew get away wiv that. It was a matter o’ ‘onor.” He looked towards the door. “Yew coulda just knocked Reg around a little bit – yew didn’t ‘ave t’ do ‘at t’ ‘im!”

“Not just to him,” I said.

Barry’s eyes widened as he shook his head in stunned disbelief. “Wot d’yew,” he stammered. “No, no … yew can’t…”

I smiled and nodded. “Oh yes I can,” I assured him. “Reggie’s going to get his wish. You’re going under the knife and end up exactly like your little brother. What’s more, I think he was right – you ought to watch as your precious manhood is cut away.”

“Yer fuckin’ crazy,” Barry managed to choke out before he was seized by another round of retching, vomit splattering his legs and his limp cock.

I turned to the guards. “Get this filth cleaned up and taken to Dr. Pashir.”

Barry screamed as the guards grabbed his arms and unceremoniously dragged him from the bed, across the floor and out into the corridor. Across the room, Adam finally climbed to his feet raking his fingers through his floppy black hair, trying to bring some order to the rat’s nest that Barry’s fingers had made of it earlier. He slowly approached.

“Is it really true?” Adam asked softly. “Is he really going … going to be … you know.”

“Be nullified?” I asked. “Yes, it is.”

Adam grinned. “Cool – if anyone deserves it, he does.”

I laughed. “I think pretty much everyone agrees on that,” I said. “There will be a cleaning crew in here shortly to get the vomit cleaned up. You can stay here for the rest of the day – order in some snacks and you’ll find a list of the movies you can order on the in-house system. You did a great job today.”

Adam actually bowed in his gratitude. “Thank you, thank you sir.”

Returning to the other room, I found Steven holding Reggie in his lap and rocking him back and forth as he cooed softly to the slave. Matthew came up to me, his eyes shining.

“He really going to be cut?” The small slave asked me.

“Yes, he is.”

“Good,” Matthew said with grim satisfaction.

I pulled him off to the other side of the room, Simon following protectively. “Was Barry Manchester one of the ones who took unfair advantage of you, Matthew?”

“No, not him,” Matthew said after a long pause. “Others like him did, though.” His eyes began to water. “They didn’t need to beat on me – they knew I was gay, just like I knew it. I would have gotten down on my knees or bent over if they’d have just asked me.” His small body began to tremble as a couple of tears rolled down his face. “But, it wasn’t any fun for them if I just gave it up – they had to take it from me.”

“They raped you?” I asked.

Matthew squeezed his eyes closed and nodded his head, becoming more emotional as he remembered the experience. “They were guys just like Manchester – out to prove that they were macho and more manly because they could beat the crap out of smaller guys and force them to have sex.” Matthew’s voice hardened. “But, I know all about Manchester, too. I just wish someone had cut his dick and balls off a long time ago.”

“Why is that?”

“It’s no secret that Manchester made all the boys and girls on the streets pay him protection,” Matthew explained, sniffing. “Besides taking almost all their money, Barry would always have his boys knock the rent boys around. And when all of that was over, and his boys went on their way, he would make them suck him off.” Matthew lowered his voice and looked around cautiously as if he was afraid someone would overhear. “And, there’s a lot of boys in the trade who were forced there by Manchester – young boys, too.”

“How young?” I asked.

“I know of one who was only eight … there had to be others, too,” Matthew said. “I went on the streets when I was fourteen. I heard about Manchester from some other kids who … you know … and figured it was in my best interest to stay as far from his territory as I could.”

“Well, Manchester’s career is over now,” I said, rubbing Matthew’s shoulder. “It won’t make up for all the rotten things he’s done, but what he’s about to face is at least a down-payment for all the shit he’s done.”

“There’s others out there as bad as him,” Matthew said, his voice breaking again as the tears returned.

Simon was behind the small slave in an instant, wrapping his arms protectively around him and pulling Matthew against his chest in a comforting hug. He stroked Matthew’s curly head, soothing him and letting him cry softly.

I stood and whispered to Simon that he should take care of Matthew and get him back up to the flat as soon as he felt composed enough. I had just entered the corridor when Simon caught up with me.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“To see Pashir and make arrangements for Manchester’s nullification,” I said. “I want to make sure the bastard is given only a local and that the table can be raised enough for him to watch the whole procedure.” I glanced back towards the door. “I really don’t think it would be a good idea for Matthew to watch the operation – he deserves to see the aftermath, but I don’t think the surgery would be a good thing for him.”

“I think you’re right,” Simon agreed. “You know, I don’t think we’ve heard the whole story about the things he’s suffered.”

“I know,” I agreed. “But, it can wait until he’s comfortable enough to tell it – if, he’s ever comfortable enough for that. Maybe there are some things that just need to be closed away.” I looked back at the door again. “Anyway – Manchester has a lot to answer for and I’m going to make sure he starts paying his debts off as soon as possible.”

“Too bad any painkillers have to be used at all,” Simon said bitterly. “The pain would be some justice.” He made a resigned face. “Not a whole lot, but it would be some justice.”

I stroked Simon’s face. “You just take good care of Matthew – I’m going to make sure Barry starts paying his debts.”

By the time I got to the clinic, Barry was already strapped down to the operating table and Sam was busy giving the gangster a fresh shave. The former gangster was babbling on about how we were being unfair to him and how he didn’t deserve the punishment chosen for him. Sam looked up and winked at me. “Just making sure he’s totally smooth.”

“Good idea,” I stared hard at Barry. “Get Konrad or Mackenzie down here and have that mop shaved off his head before the operation starts,” I said. “Tell them to take everything – including his eyebrows. As of now, he’s a blank slate and he needs to look like one.”

I found Pashir in his office. He was already in scrubs and listening to a CD of the Three Tenors. I took a seat and asked if it was possible to raise the head of the operating table so that Barry could watch the operation. Pashir answered immediately that it wasn’t any problem to arrange for Barry to be raised to a sitting position.

“Since you want him to watch, I assume that you don’t want a general anesthetic,” Pashir said. He wagged his head from side to side as he thought. “That’s not really a problem. I would, however, prefer to use a local anesthetic in that case. Partly because he’ll be squirming around – I’ll have to use some extra restraints to keep him immobile – and partly because if I didn’t use any anesthetic at all, the pain would be incredible. Shock would set in and complicate matters.”

“I understand – all that I ask is that you keep him awake.”

“Um, you don’t mind if I gag him, do you?” Pashir asked me. “With him being awake, he’s going to scream – a lot and it can get distracting.”

“I know what you mean,” I agreed. “I’ll make sure Sam puts in a ball gag.”

When I went back into the operating room, Mackenzie was standing over the operating table with his clippers in his hand. He had twisted Barry's head to one side so that he could attack the chin length locks on that side and was almost finished reducing the gangster’s strawberry blond mane to stubble on that side. Of course, Barry was crying and complaining, alternating his pleas with empty threats as Mackenzie continued to buzz his hair off.

“Lookit the big, bad man cryin’ like a fuckin’ baby!” Reggie’s voice cut across the room from behind me. “Wot a fuckin’ loser yew are,” he snarled. “To fink I wanted to be like yew and did wot yew wanted t’ make yew proud o’ me.”

Steven ushered Reggie into the gallery and returned looking sheepish. “Sorry about that,” he apologized.

I shrugged. “Don’t be – it the kind of thing Barry there deserves.” I tilted my head towards the gallery. “Do you think he can handle the operation?”

Steven glanced over at Reggie who had his face pressed against the glass, anxious not to miss a single moment of his big brother’s humiliation. “I think so,” he chuckled grimly. “I think our only worry is that he might try to rush out here and actually do the cutting himself.”

“Can you blame him?” I asked. “Imagine being gay and having a brother like that to live up to and please.”

“My old man was like that,” Steven said. “It fills you with self-loathing.”

I didn’t know what to say to Steven, so I turned to see how Mackenzie was progressing – he had twisted Barry’s head to the other side and was finished with the clippers. Barry’s strawberry locks were strewn around the operating table and the floor as Mackenzie began lathering the gangster’s skull. I watched as Mackenzie used a straight razor to shave Barry’s scalp totally smooth. Konrad had done a good job of teaching him – the young slave rendered the former gangster totally bald without a single nick.

As soon as Mackenzie was finished, Sam stepped up with a ball gag. He had a little bit of a problem getting it place since Barry refused to cooperate, but in the end he finally got the red ball in place between Barry’s teeth and the straps pulled tight.

“Looks like Pashir’s going to be starting soon,” I said. “Let’s join Reggie in the observation gallery.”

Entering the gallery, Reggie watched me carefully as I activated the multiple monitors showing views of Barry’s face and groin. As I took my place in a wing chair, Reggie finally spoke. “Did yew reely give Barry a chance t’ just walk away?” He asked.

“I gave him several,” I said evenly looking straight ahead at the monitor. “I offered him a drink and a chance to walk out of the club. Instead of taking that opportunity, he slashed my face. From that moment on, his fate was sealed.” I turned to face Reggie. “And your fate was sealed when you pulled that gun to shoot me.”

“After wot yew done to Sid Snell, I knew that yew wuz dangerous,” Reggie muttered. “I ‘ad t’ protect my bruvver, didn’ I? And, I knew using a shooter wuz the only way t’ do that.” He hung his head. “It wuz a stupid fing t’ do – I shoulda just stood up t’ Barry and not come. I didn’ want t’, yew know – he ‘e made me. Said it would make a man o’ me t’ at least watch a real man work yew over.”

“Sounds like Barry would have been smarter had he taken your advice,” I said as below us Sam began inserting a catheter into Barry’s dick. Sam had already added extra restraints and lifted Barry’s legs into the stirrups. The head of the table had already been raised and a pillow placed behind Barry’s bald head so that he’d be forced to stare down at his crotch.

“Do yew reely fink he’ll watch?”

“Of course he will,” I answered. “He won’t want to, of course, but he won’t be able to help himself. He’ll scream, cry, and beg behind that gag. He’ll close his eyes for as long as he can, but in the end, he won’t be able to help himself and open them up again to see if its all for real.”

Reggie edged up closer to the glass when Pashir entered and walked straight to the table. Sam rolled a small table filled with instruments over to the table. The doctor took the first syringe and roughly jabbed it directly into Barry’s dick. The gangster’s head bucked as he screamed from behind his gag when he saw the needle enter his cock. The extra restraints prevented Barry from moving much as Pashir jabbed several more needles into the area around his groin.

“Yeeesssss!” Reggie cried when the doctor lifted his scalpel and began making the first incision. I watched him as Pashir drew the scalpel along Barry’s smooth skin. Reggie was enraptured at the sight of his brother’s nullification. He applauded and cheered the doctor on, while muttering curses against his brother. I realized then that even my imagination couldn’t possible come close to conjuring up how horrible Reggie’s life had been in Barry’s shadow.

As I’d predicted, Barry squeezed his eyes closed when the cutting began, but he couldn’t keep them closed. He just had to know that what was happening to him was real. After several minutes, he opened his eyes again and resumed his howling behind the gag. He alternated trying to turn his face away and watching in terror as Pashir continued the nullification surgery.

Reggie grinned with sadistic pleasure as he watched the doctor begin suturing the incision. “’e’s gonna ‘ave a big scar, ain’t ‘e?”

“Looks that way,” Steven said.

“Good – ‘e needs it t’ remind ‘im o’ wot wuz taken away,” Reggie snarled. “Every day, ‘e’ll ‘ave t’ look down and see ‘at scar where ‘is danglies used t’ be.”

When Barry was rolled out to the recovery area, I left the observation gallery and joined Pashir. “How long before he’s fully healed?”

Pashir cocked his head to one side. “He’ll be sore for quite a while,” he said thoughtfully. “But, healed enough for the auction? Three weeks and he’ll be more than ready to go on display and be handled.”

I smiled. “Good – the auction can coincide with opening the dance club.”

“Is it done?” Simon asked when I returned to the flat.

“Yes – yes it’s all over,” I said, pulling my tie loose. “And, he was awake to watch most of the operation – he didn’t feel any physical pain, but the mental anguish more than made up for that, I promise you.” I kicked off my shoes and flopped into my favorite chair, putting my feet up on a hassock. “He’ll go on the block in three weeks.”

“Fantastic,” Simon said, leaving the room.

I watched as he climbed the stairs and disappeared. A few moments later, I heard a cry of surprise and then a shout of joy. I heard the excited patter of feet and looked up to see Matthew come flying down the stairs. He almost broke my neck when he threw his arms around me, hugging me with all his strength while thanking me over and over.

“I know it doesn’t make up for everything that you went through,” I said, stroking his curly head. “But, I hope it’s a start.”

“I’m glad I didn’t watch the operation,” Matthew finally said. “I think it would give me nightmares. But, I think I’d like to be there for the auction.”

I pulled Matthew closer and kissed his forehead. “And so you shall be,” I promised. “And, so you shall be.”

To be continued….