The Tribes, Chapter 17

The Tribes, Chapter 17

Roger Henderson pulled madly against the heavy wire mesh door to the YMCA equipment cage that Gull had converted into a holding cell. As usual, all he managed to do was create a noisy racket as the heavy padlock rattled back and forth against the cage door.

“Give it up, will ya,” Denny Baker, his fellow prisoner, said wearily from the far corner of the cage. Baker was in his usual squatting position, head resting on his knees and his thin arms wrapped protectively around his legs. “There’s only one way outta here and you know it.”

“Maybe you’re ready to let Gull whack your balls off, but he ain’t getting mine without a fight,” Roger snapped.

“Yeah … right,” Denny said wearily. “When our time comes, we’ll go like all the others did before us … crying and begging all the way.” He looked up and slowly ran a hand over his shaved skull. “If we’re lucky he’ll just nut us.”

“What’re you talking about?”

“Maybe he’s gonna execute us,” Denny said. “And you know that means he’ll take his time and torture us first. I hear he can keep you alive for a long time before he finally gets tired and decides to end it all.”

Gull found The Leader sitting at an umbrella shaded table by the indoor pool of the Holiday Inn where The Brotherhood had retreated following the debacle at the Scout Camp. Stalker Cunningham, the Seeker who had replaced the fallen Nolan as the Head Seeker was standing before The Leader’s table. At least a dozen of the Brothers had been killed outright at the camp in the explosions or subsequent fires. Another thirty or so had been injured – either from pieces of the exploding propane tanks or burned. They had been lucky – none of their injuries were life-threatening or incapacitating. Gull had personally euthanized the eighteen who had been severely injured. The Brotherhood had no place for invalids in the ranks.

The disaster had been bad enough – especially considering the loss of Nolan and Nathaniel – but in the days following their return to the Holiday Inn headquarters, another dozen Brothers had tried to escape from The Brotherhood. All of them had quickly been captured and brought back to face The Leader’s wrath and Gull’s punishment.

The Leader looked up at Gull’s approach and smiled. Anyone else would have felt a chill run through his or her blood at the sight of that feral smile. Gull, however, wasn’t anyone else – the warning smile actually made him feel warm all over. The Leader was playing cat and mouse with Stalker, who had clearly brought The Leader unwelcome news. Gull knew that The Leader was equally likely to turn Stalker over to him, as he was to let the Seeker continue his duties.

“Stalker here has just been telling me that his Seekers are having trouble finding enough food and provisions in town to meet the needs of The Brotherhood,” The Leader said as Gull neared. “I don’t seem to recall Nolan ever reporting that he couldn’t find sources of provisions.”

“Perhaps Stalker isn’t the right man for Nolan’s job,” Gull said taking up a position slightly behind and to the left of the nervous Seeker. “I’m sure we could find a job more suited to his skills – perhaps as one of the slaves.”

“No, no I can do it,” Stalker said quickly. “I think I just didn’t explain myself clearly enough when I made my report. It’s true that we seem to have exhausted the supplies of food and other provisions in this town. I’m sure that we can find more than enough in one of the outlying communities. It’s just…”

“Just what?” The Leader prompted.

“It’s just that to do that I’d need some of the worker slaves to pull the wagon,” Stalker said in a rush.

“Not a problem,” The Leader smiled. “Just choose as many as you need to get the job done.”

“Thank you, Leader,” Stalker sighed. “And, there’s a matter of security – the number of slaves is likely to outnumber the number of Seekers. I could use the assistance of some of the soldiers.”

“Take a squad of soldiers with you,” The Leader said.

“I’ll augment that with a squad of my best Enforcers,” Gull said.

“That’s really not necessary,” Stalker said quickly. “I appreciate the offer … but I know how important the work of the Enforcers is.”

“Nonsense! They’ll be ready to leave when you are,” Gull said, his eyes glittering cobra-like. “Nothing’s more important than guaranteeing the safety of your good people – and yourself, of course.”

“That’s settled then,” The Leader said, clapping his hands. He motioned to a slave waiting unseen in the shadows. The naked, castrated slave hurried to The Leader’s side and dropped to his knees at The Leader’s side, his bald head bowed subserviently. Never taking his eyes from Stalker, The Leader dictated a message to Gull’s Enforcers, ordering the Shock Squad to find Stalker and accompany him on his mission. When he was finished the dictation, the slave obediently repeated the message word-for-word flawlessly before rising and backing away quickly.

Taking his cue from the slave, Stalker backed away and hurried off to get his men organized. Gull watched the Seeker scurry away with amusement. He had no sooner seated himself at the table when another slave appeared seemingly from nowhere with a tray of iced tea – although with no ice – and refreshments.

“I do think our new Seeker chief almost wet himself when you offered the assistance of your Enforcers,” The Leader laughed. It might not be too long before he finds himself experiencing your unique brand of reeducation.”

“Like I said, he might make a good slave,” Gull laughed.

“Where do we stand with the remaining traitors?” The Leader asked, quickly turning serious.

“Only two remain,” Gull told his chief. “Henderson and Baker.” He took a sip of the lukewarm iced tea. “As for the other ten, their heads are now decorating stakes in front of the Y.”

“Medieval touch,” The Leader mused. “I like it – such a classic way of sending a warning message. Congratulations are in order.” Gull bowed his head reverently at the praise. “Are the other two going to be joining their companions?”

“I’m not quite sure,” Gull said judiciously. “My initial reaction is to execute them as well…”

“But, they might serve a better purpose alive,” The Leader finished for him.

“Exactly Leader,” Gull acknowledged.

“That makes sense. I trust your judgement in the matter,” The Leader said. “Besides, you can always kill them later.”

Despite his brave talk of putting up a fight, Roger Henderson broke immediately and began sobbing and begging when Gull and four of his scarlet-robed Enforcers showed up to take him from the cage. Just the sight of the five red robes was enough to make Roger’s bladder and bowels empty as he entwined his fingers through the metal mesh of the cage. Huddled in his corner of the cage, Baker knew that his companion’s efforts were futile and bound to cause him even more pain.

The four Enforcers swarmed into the cage and were all over Roger like terriers on a rat. To break his grip on the heavy mesh of the cage, one of the Enforcers simply broke each of Roger’s fingers ignoring the howls of pain coming from his victim. The Enforcer continued to casually snap each of Roger’s fingers, even after the prisoner had released his grip on the mesh.

Baker pressed his face hard against his knees, not wanting to see any more of the scene unfold before him. He had gotten the Enforcer’s message clearly enough – cause problems or resist and suffer additional pain. Baker could hear Roger’s frenzied screams clearly even when he clamped his hands over his ears in an effort to drown the sound out. Raising his head slightly and opening his eyes, Baker saw that two of the Enforcers had each grabbed one of Roger’s legs and were dragging him away, oblivious to his screams. Roger was holding his useless, ruined hands in front of him protectively. Denny shook his head trying to banish the image from his mind and wishing he hadn’t lifted his head for one last look.

When the heavy doors and the distance finally cut off Roger’s screams to Gull’s torture chamber, Denny lifted his head and uncovered his ears. He discovered he had been holding his breath and exhaled heavily, sucking fresh air into his lungs. He was already resigned to the fact that he was going to die, and in fact, had grown to welcome the idea. For him, death meant a release from the fear he’d felt since being forced to join The Brotherhood – and of more immediate importance, death meant he was beyond Gull’s ability to torture him anymore.

Denny regretted he hadn’t tried escaping earlier – he figured his absence would have gone unnoticed when the cabins started exploding back at the Boy Scout camp. He was certain he could have gained several hours headstart at the very least in all that confusion – maybe he’d even have been able to get a whole day or two before anyone thought to try looking for him. But, he’d gone into autopilot mode and blindly followed the orders being shouted out in all the confusion. Then, instead of caring for the seriously injured Brothers, Gull had moved among them and slit their throats. No one had even made an attempt to bury the dead Brothers – Gull and The Leader just left them where they were for the animals. Baker knew that’s when he made the choice to escape. It took a week before he got the opportunity to try his escape. He was gone a day when the Enforcers captured him.

Denny had no idea nearly a dozen others had tried to escape The Brotherhood as well. He discovered that fact only when he was roughly thrown into the cage. Like the others, every hair had been shaved from his body – even his eyebrows and eyelashes had been removed. Unlike the others, Denny knew Gull was going to make extreme examples of them all – and that meant they all had to die after being tortured for a long time.

The Enforcers had taken everyone else away – sometimes only one prisoner was taken at a time, and sometimes they were taken away in pairs. None ever returned to the cage. Every one of his fellow prisoners had left the cage screaming, crying, and begging for their lives. Baker figured he’d probably cry – who wouldn’t cry when they knew they were facing unendurable pain? But, unlike the others, he doubted he’d beg for his life. That was the difference between him and the others – they all thought they had some kind of chance. Denny knew that he was a dead man at the very second the Enforcers caught him back in the woods. At that moment, Denny stopped hoping for anything but as painless an end as Gull would allow him.

That was the only thing Denny still feared – the kind of pain Gull could inflict until only death ended the pain. He no longer feared castration – everyone knew that was one of the first things Gull did when he punished someone. Step out of line and WHACK! Gull chopped off your balls. In Denny’s mind, his balls were already gone. He had watched the other eleven spend hours clutching their balls and hoping that Gull would suddenly change his style. Only Denny seemed to realize they didn’t have any hope left to them and strangely, it brought him a sense of peace.

The others didn’t seem to understand Denny’s peace and calm – eventually, they decided he had become unhinged and stopped trying to talk with him. Their silence suited Denny just fine – it gave him the time he needed to make peace with himself. In his mind, he examined the few things he regretted – being foolish enough to think he had enough of a head start that he wouldn’t get caught. Strangely, he didn’t regret joining The Brotherhood nor the things he had done while a soldier for The Leader. The Brotherhood had saved him from starving. As for the cruelties he had helped to inflict on others – well, he couldn’t be held accountable for them. After all, he had been forced to participate on pain of castration or even death. He’d only been following orders and in his mind, that was enough to clear his mind of any responsibilities.

Three days later they came for him. There were four of them again – the same four who had taken away each of the previous prisoners. Denny heard the click of the doorknob to the equipment room turn moments before the scarlet-robed escort entered the room. Somehow, he managed to work up enough spit to wet his lips before his mouth went totally dry. He stood on rubbery legs and tried his best to still the trembling that shook his whole body. He waited until the ominous group stood in front of the equipment cage door and moved forward hesitantly.

“I’m ready,” Denny croaked, his voice cracking and betraying his nervousness.

As soon as the door swung open, Denny stepped through, holding his arms out for the Enforcers to grab. Despite his resolve, Denny found he had tears dripping down his cheeks. He managed to take a little pride in the fact that he managed not to scream, beg, or soil himself as he was lead away.

The Enforcers led Denny to the locker room where Gull had set up his chamber of horrors. Denny couldn’t help but wonder where all the lockers had been moved to as he was led into the mint green tiled room. All of the orderly rows of lockers had been removed, leaving the room nearly empty and foreboding. Gull had managed to find an OB-GYN examination table from somewhere – complete with stirrups – and had it moved into the middle of the cavernous locker room. Heavy padded leather restraint straps dangled from the sides of the exam table. Seeing the table for the first time, Denny nearly collapsed. Somehow, he managed to stay on his feet, even though he was trembling violently.

Long black-topped tables that looked as if they had been taken from a high school science lab were arranged around the exam table in a horseshoe shape. White cloths hid the contents of each tabletop. Gull had also found a small blacksmith’s forge and had it installed in one corner of the room, near the windows. A makeshift chimney snaked up from the forge and out an open window.

Denny finally started sobbing as his escort lifted him onto the table and began strapping him down. The escort ignored the sobs as they waited Gull’s arrival. Nearly thirty minutes after Denny had been strapped to the table Gull arrived. Instead of wearing his usual scarlet robes, Gull was bare-chested and dressed only in black leather pants and heavy logger’s boots.

The sight of Gull was enough to reduce Denny’s sobs to terrified whimpers. Denny had never doubted Gull’s physical strength – but the loose robes effectively hid his powerful physique. The Enforcer’s torso was ripped and cut, but not overdeveloped like some bodybuilders Denny had seen.

Gull nodded once to each of his Enforcers as he slowly stalked around the table examining Denny from every angle. He tested each of the straps to make sure they were secure without cutting off circulation. Gull stopped at the head of the exam table and roughly shoved his fingers into Denny’s mouth, stretching his lips wide. Finally finished with his examination, Gull pulled his fingers from his prisoner’s mouth and wiped them carelessly on his leather pants. Reaching out, Gull tenderly stroked Denny’s smooth scalp.

“You’re going to suffer more pain than you can even begin to imagine,” Gull said softly as he lovingly massaged his prisoner’s head. “But, you already knew that, didn’t you?”

Denny fearfully nodded his head and when Gull raised an eyebrow, croaked out, “Yes, yes sir.”

“Of course you did … that’s because you’re a smart boy,” Gull cooed. “You’ve even prepared yourself mentally … well, as much as you could.” Gull smiled and lovingly nodded his head at the look of surprise on Denny’s face. “Oh yes, I’ve been watching you … I’ve seen your kind before. You resign yourself to some suffering and know that it has to end because you’re going to die.” Gull’s nods smoothly transitioned to head shakes.

“But, I want you to know that you’re not going to die. You’re not going to get off as easy as the first ten. You’re going to suffer pain on an orgasmic scale and when you think you can’t take anymore, it’s going to get worse.”

Gull gently patted Denny’s face. “You’re going to make a good sex slave,” he said. “So, let’s get started. I’ve got some special treats I reserved just for you.”

As soon as Gull stepped back, the Enforcer to the left of the head of the table immediately stepped up and stretched a long, wide piece of surgical adhesive tape across Denny’s mouth as a gag. The two Enforcers at the foot of the table spread the stirrups holding Denny’s legs as wide apart as they could go before slowly wrapping his scrotum with thin copper wire. Denny winced as each wrap of wire was pulled as tight as possible, cutting off the blood supply to his balls. By the time the second wrapping was placed two inches lower on his scrotum, the pain wasn’t quite as bad because Denny’s balls were already slightly numb and tingling unpleasantly.

At Gull’s command, his assistants raised the head of the exam table so that Denny found himself sitting uncomfortably upright with his legs spread wide. He couldn’t help looking down at his scrotum and was immediately sorry he did. The delicate sac was already a dark red color and was beginning to turn an unhealthy mottled plum color with a bluish tinge.

Gull turned to the table behind him and methodically folded back one corner of the cloth to reveal a pair of sharp looking pruning shears. He smiled fondly as he lifted the shears and eased the blades over Denny’s scrotum exactly between the two wire bands. Denny took as deep a breath as he could through his nostrils and waited for the sharp pain he knew would follow.

Gull looked at him mischievously. “You think I’m going to snip your balls off?” He asked in mock surprise. He nodded to the assistant nearest Denny’s right hand who immediately unbuckled Denny’s right hand. “No, no, no – I’m not going to snip them off – YOU are.”

Denny violently whipped his head back and to show his refusal to take those wicked-looking shears in his hand.

“Oh yes, you are going to do it,” Gull said sharply, taking Denny’s free hand and placing it around the handles of the pruning shears. “You can make your castration easy on yourself,” Gull explained reasonably, flashing a dazzling smile at Denny. “You have to believe that I can and will cause you more suffering and pain than you can even begin to imagine until you do exactly what I want.”

Sighing, Gull removed the pruning shears and took a set of wires from the table behind him. He showed them to Denny. One end of the wires had alligator clamps attached to them. The other end of the wires were wrapped and taped to thin metal rods. Gull’s friendly grin turned feral as he attached each of the clamps to the delicate head of Denny’s dick.

Behind his gag, Denny screamed in agony. The teeth of the clamps had been filed down until the serrated edges were razor sharp. The razor-like teeth punctured the skin of Denny’s cock causing little rivulets of blood to flow down his shaft and pool on his belly. Still grinning, Gull touched the metal rods connected to the other ends of the wires to a car battery.

Indescribable pain jolted through Denny’s cock causing his back to arch until his buttocks were lifted off the exam table. Huge drops of sweat popped out all over Denny’s body as his arched body quivered and shook. Gull pulled the wands away from the battery poles, letting Denny’s body drop back to the table.

“Now, I can do that all day long,” Gull said, tenderly wiping the sweat from his prisoner’s face with a soft towel. “The fact is … I kind of enjoy it. The problem is that your dick cooks a little more each time I let the electricity course through it. Eventually, your dick will cook all the way through and it’ll have to be cut off as well.” Gull shrugged. “It’s your choice – you can cooperate, or you can suffer until I get tired of causing you pain. In the end, you will do as I say.”

Gull placed the pruning shears around Denny’s scrotum again and, taking Denny’s free hand placed it over the handles. “The clamps come off as soon as you squeeze these handles closed.”

Denny couldn’t believe Gull was making him take an active part in his own castration. He had never in any of his wildest dreams thought he be the one to do the cutting. He had prepared himself to accept his fate passively. Now, he was expected to actively participate in cutting off his balls. Gull watched Denny’s hand on the handles of the shears. He moved the rods in his hands closer to the terminals of the car battery, making sure Denny clearly saw the move. Denny jerked his hands off the shears. Moments later, he was once again trying to scream as the electricity jolted through his body.

It took three more jolts from the battery before Denny, eyes squeezed shut as he sobbed, squeezed his hand around the handles of the pruning shears. He jerked both at the sensation of dull pain that blossomed between his legs, and at the sickening sound that the blades of the pruning shears made as they sliced through his flesh. Denny knew he should have convulsively closed his hand, cutting his balls away as quickly as possible and get the whole thing over and done with – he just couldn’t. Finally, the blades closed all the way with a gentle snick, followed almost immediately by a meaty thump as his balls hit the floor.

Gull was true to his word. As soon as Denny’s balls tumbled to the floor, Gull gently removed the alligator clips from his victim’s dick and even had one of his assistants apply a numbing ointment before applying a soft surgical sponge to the bloody mushroom head. The tape was removed and Denny’s head lifted so he could drink cool, sweet water from a cup held to his mouth. Other assistants cauterized and bandaged the small stump of Denny’s scrotum as gently as they could.

Once the assistants finished their ministrations, they lowered the head of the table and made Denny as comfortable as they could before quietly filing from the room leaving Denny confused by their conflicting actions. One minute they were intent on causing him as much pain as possible, and the next, they were doing the Florence Nightingale act and making him feel as comfortable as possible. It didn’t make sense.

Denny didn’t know how long he’d been left alone before Gull and his four assistants returned. At some point, he dozed off and woke with a start when someone began giving him an alcohol bath. He opened his eyes to find a cheerful Gull standing over him.

“Have a nice nap?” Gull asked. “Now that you’re all refreshed, it’s time to have some more fun – well, fun for us. I doubt you find any of this very enjoyable – but that’s life. You break the rules and you have to pay the price.”

Denny spent the next two hours screaming. He screamed until his throat was raw and he thought he was unable to scream anymore – but he did. His voice wasn’t much more than a raspy croak, but he continued screaming as the Enforcers continued their work on him.

After Gull and his assistants returned, Denny watched with growing trepidation as the four assistants gathered around the blacksmith’s forge, working the bellows. Turning away from the forge, the four assistants approached Denny with branding irons that glowed white-hot. Denny began screaming even before the first branding iron touched his skin. The word SLAVE was branded across his groin, just above his dick. A second iron, also bearing the word SLAVE was placed against his forehead, obliterating the tattooed red phoenix that had marked him as a Brother.

The other two assistants each had a branding iron with the letter X glowing hotly. The searing irons were placed squarely over each of Denny’s nipples sending the most intense waves of pain he had yet experiences as the nerve-laden buttons of flesh were branded.

The first round of branding over, the four assistants silently returned to the forge and once again started working the bellows making the fire burn hotter. Denny knew they’d be returning soon with more glowing hot irons. He just didn’t know what part of his body they’d brand next and was too frightened to even consider what body parts they’d choose to mutilate next.

His screams, which had subsided to agonized moans, returned when he saw two of the assistants approaching – the glowing irons held reverently before them. Denny could see that the new irons were in the shape of the letter S. Stopping at the end of the table, his antagonists placed the hot irons directly against the soles of Denny’s bare feet. They didn’t react to the piercing screams coming from their victim, or the sizzling sound as his flesh was branded. They didn’t even react to the smell of burning flesh that accompanied each of their applications of the branding irons. The only thing that seemed to matter to the Enforcers were the soft words of encouragement from Gull.

And then, as unexpectedly as it all began, they stopped their torture and went back into their caring mode. They tenderly applied a cooling salve to each spot of seared flesh before applying bandages under Gull’s direction. Denny had his head lifted again as another cool cup of water was held to his lips.

Denny slurped the water sloppily, ignoring the water that spilled down his chin and splashed onto his bare chest. Another of Gull’s assistants immediately produced a soft cloth and wiped Denny’s chin, throat and chest dry. Once again, as soon as they finished ministering to the injuries they had created, the Enforcers filed from the torture chamber and disappeared.

Gull and his assistants retired to the lounge of the YMCA where they did just that – Gull was ensconced in a large over-stuffed wing chair, his booted feet resting on a hassock. Martin, one of his newer assistants, brought him a steaming mug of coffee.

“I don’t get it, Gull,” Martin said, his face creased in a troubled frown.

“What don’t you get?”

“One minute we’re torturing these last two and the next, we’re treating them with kindness,” Martin said. “I don’t get it. We didn’t do any of that with the first ten. But, these last two – we cause them pain and then try to take that pain away. I mean – why are we doing it that?”

Gull laughed good naturedly, “You have a lot to learn about torture, Martin. You have to use different tactics depending on what your goal is,” he explained. “With the first ten, our goal was nothing more than punishment.”

“I understand that,” Martin said.

“But, the kindness to these last two has thrown you,” Gull guessed.

“Exactly.”

“With these two, our ultimate goal is to recondition these last two,” Gull explained. “In effect, we’re brainwashing them – not only will they never try to leave The Brotherhood or do anything against The Order for that matter, they’ll be an object lesson to others.”

“I understand now,” Martin said, nodding his head excitedly. “Others will see what these two have been through and think twice before even thinking about breaking the rules. That’s brilliant!”

“Thank you,” Gull said, beaming at the praise from his subordinate as he rose from the chair. “I think he should be about ready for another session.”

Gull might have thought Denny was ready for another session of pain, but Denny clearly didn’t feel the same way. He began whimpering the moment the door opened and the five Enforcers entered the room. Gull’s four assistants swarmed around the table – two of them held his head down and immobile, a third forced Denny’s mouth open, while Martin grabbed the prisoner’s tongue in a set of locking forceps and pulled it as far out of Denny’s mouth as possible.

Gull took his time piercing Denny’s tongue with four studs. As he worked, he joked with his assistants that by the time they were done with Denny’s mouth he’d be a perfect cocksucking slave. He teased Denny that once they yanked all his teeth out, his mouth would be so soft and comfortable for anyone who wanted to fill his mouth with their tool. He grinned sadistically as he added that the four studs would be a perfect French tickler.

With the tongue studs in place, Gull stepped back and lifted the dental extractors and toyed with them, enjoying the look of terror in Denny’s eyes. He knew the prisoner was imagining the pain he’d feel as each and every one of his teeth was ripped from his gums. But, Gull wasn’t ready to remove Denny’s teeth just yet – the new slave still had other ordeals to endure during this session. Gull nodded for Martin to begin his work.

Martin was almost drooling with excitement as he went to work piercing Denny’s septum. He took his time pushing the large needle through the cartilage dividing the slave’s nostrils, being sure to twist the needle as he worked it through. Taking the silver dollar sized ring; Martin again took his time inserting it through the hole he had just made. Denny whined and twisted as Martin worked, trying to escape the humiliation and pain. With the ring in place, Martin gave it a hard tug before looking up to Gull for approval.

Gull was impressed with Martin’s abilities – the new assistant had learned his lessons well. He had inflicted more pain than was necessary on his subject. He rewarded Martin with a smile and nod of his head. He nodded to the other assistants – it was time for them to start working. They approached the table with red-hot needles and proceeded to pierce Denny’s nipples, navel and dick. Of course, the red-hot needles weren’t necessary to get the job done, but Gull had found they took the pain to a higher level, and that was the whole point.

Denny’s cries were a bit garbled because of the slight swelling from the quadruple piercings. They’d be even more garbled soon – the body piercings were almost finished and Gull would be yanking Denny’s teeth in just a few minutes. Thinking about the intense pain he was going to be inflicting shortly excited Gull. He reached up and slowly ran his open palm over his smooth, bare chest. He let his hand drift over his pecs to find his left nipple. He took the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and began rolling it between his fingers, unconsciously pulling on it and reveling in the mixture of pain and pleasure he received.

Finished their work, Gull’s assistants stepped away from the table and waited for their orders. Gull slid his hand across his chest and began working on his right nipple, the extractors held in his left hand. Gull’s breathing deepened as he rolled the fleshy pleasure button between his fingers. Finally, he motioned for the head of the table to be raised to an upright position. He was sorry Denny’s mouth wouldn’t be ready for use for at least a week. He sighed as he stepped up to the side of the table; he’d just have to get one of the other pleasure slaves brought to him. But, that would have to wait until later – for now, he had a task at hand. Martin and the other assistants had Denny’s mouth forced open and held in place with dental blocks.

Gull smiled savagely down on Denny. “This is going to hurt – a lot,” he said extending the extractors. “Feel free to scream … I won’t mind a bit. In fact, I kind of enjoy it.”

As he began working, Gull noticed Martin was breathing as heavily as he was. Gull divided his attention to the job at hand and Martin. The new assistant was as aroused as he was himself – for the first time, Gull took a good look at Martin and found he liked what he saw. Martin had large brown puppy dog eyes and long, almost effeminate lashes. Dropping his eyes to Martin’s lips, Gull noticed for the first time just how red they were – it was almost like Martin was wearing lip-gloss. The chief Enforcer felt his cock twitch under his leather pants and knew he wanted Martin for his own. And judging from the looks that Martin was giving him, the assistant would be eager to join Gull. By the time he was finished, Gull’s bare chest was glistening with sweat and splatters of blood that had sprayed from Denny’s mouth as he screamed incessantly.

Dropping the extractors to the table, Gull ordered the other three assistants to pack Denny’s mouth with gauze and clean him up. He gave Martin a slight tilt of the head and the young man quickly fell in step with Gull as he exited the room.

Gull led Martin to his private sanctum – no one else had ever been permitted there before. Once the door was closed behind them, Gull took his time stripping Martin’s robes from his lithe, smooth body. Martin stood naked in the middle of the room as Gull slowly walked around, examining his new assistant from every angle.

Martin had a nice piece of meat between his legs – about six and a half inches and neither too thick nor too thin around. He had a tight, well-muscled body like a gymnast or dancer. Gull liked that – he wasn’t quite as fond of most swimmer types, they were too skinny for his tastes. Gull tried hard to remember what color Martin’s hair had been before it had been dyed a deep, brilliant scarlet. Suddenly, it came to him – Martin had been a redhead, which explained his alabaster white skin. Gull nodded approvingly, Martin’s pale skin was another plus in his favor.

Coming full circle around the pale assistant, Gull stopped in front of Martin and stared into his big, deep brown eyes. Reaching out, Gull rubbed his thumbs over Martin’s nipples, smiling as they hardened under his touch. Abruptly, Gull went from rubbing Martin’s nipples to taking them between his fingers twisting them. Pain flashed in Martin’s eyes, but the sound that escaped his lips was one of pure pleasure.

Gull smiled savagely. “Pain turns you on,” he hissed seductively. “You don’t just get off on inflicting it, you get off on feeling it, too.”

“Yes-s-s,” Martin sighed.

“Agony and ecstasy … the two sensations are so closely intertwined,” Gull said, twisting Martin’s nipples even harder. “It takes a very special person to understand that … I think you’re one of those people.”

Gull pulled the young man closer. Thinking Gull intended to kiss him, Martin tilted his head back and was shocked when Gull lowered his head to Martin’s shoulder and bit him hard. The pain surprised him, but at the same time sent chills of excitement coursing down his spine. He found it harder to breathe, as his excitement grew more and more intense. As suddenly as it started, the bite stopped and Gull took Martin’s head in his hands.

Even before he felt the downward pressure on his head, Martin started slowly sinking to his knees, pausing long enough to lick and nibble Gull’s nipples. The pressure on his head increased and Martin continued moving downward until he was on his knees staring at the crotch of Gull’s black leather pants. He didn’t need to be told what to do – reaching out, he unbuttoned and unzipped the pants, pulling them down to expose Gull’s eight-inch erection.

Martin paused to admire Gull’s tool, but his chief had other ideas. Gull immediately pressed the mushroom head of his cock against Martin’s lips forcing him to open his mouth. Gull thrust his hips forward, driving his hard tool deep into his assistant’s mouth. Martin quickly learned Gull wasn’t interested in having his cock sucked – he wanted to fuck someone else’s face. As with everything else in his life, Gull took total control of his sex partners.

Martin felt his own dick get even harder at unabashed display of power Gull was demonstrating over him. He had absolutely no doubt who was in charge and found he loved the feeling of total subservience he was experiencing. Martin almost choked when Gull shot his load – at the moment of release, Gull drove his cock even deeper into Martin’s throat and held it there. All Martin could do was swallow as quickly as he could – he lost count of the number of times Gull’s cock spurted its load into down his throat.

Finally spent, Gull pulled his dick from Martin’s mouth and casually wiped it dry on Martin’s short scarlet hair causing the new assistant another thrill of excitement. Tucking himself back into his leather pants, Gull looked down at Martin and smiled at the sight of his assistant’s twitching cock. The young man could scarcely keep himself from shooting all over the floor. Martin turned his large, brown puppy dogs eyes up to his new Master as he unconsciously reached for his cock.

“Touch your dick and I’ll personally cut it off,” Gull said matter-of-factly. “You and it belong to me now. I’ll be the only one to bring you to release from now on … you won’t even get to use the pleasure slaves unless I say so.”

For a moment, Martin knelt there in stunned confusion. Then, on impulse, he bowed forward and kissed Gull’s boots as he murmured, “Yes Master.”

“We’ll finish with Baker tomorrow,” Gull said, tossing Martin his robes. “Please me like you did today and I’ll milk you as a reward.”

Between the pain and lack of natural light, Denny lost all track of time. The only thing he was aware of was the physical pain he was experiencing and the fear of the pain yet to come. Everything in his life was reduced to just one thing – pain. He was beginning to doubt it would ever end. He remembered hearing somewhere that there were people who could actually will themselves to die. He thought maybe they were Indians – he couldn’t remember if they were the American or Asian kind of Indians. Maybe they weren’t Indians – but it really didn’t matter. The point was that they could really just decide to die and poof – they did.

Denny began concentrating on making his heart stop beating, but all he accomplished was to become even more aware of his heartbeat. He tried holding his breath and concentrating on not breathing, but that didn’t work either. Maybe those stories he had heard about the Indians or whoever the fuck they were was just so much bullshit and he began to despair of ever ending the pain.

As he mused in the semi-darkness, it slowly dawned on him that only Gull – and by extension, The Brotherhood – has the power to deliver either pain or relief. He had violated the rule “Once in, Never out” and now he was being punished. When he had obeyed the rules, he had been fed, clothed, and had access to pleasure slaves for his personal enjoyment. Everything began to become clear to Denny – he had rebelled against The Leader and The Brotherhood, the one who had provided him with all the good things he had enjoyed since The Bad Times. Only by submitting totally The Brotherhood could he be free from pain forever. Even as a slave, he was protected by rules. The Brothers weren’t permitted to intentionally cause physical harm to any of the slaves – especially the pleasure slaves.

The door opened admitting Gull and his four assistants. Denny immediately began crying tears of pleasure as he tried to explain his epiphany – he understood everything now. Denny realized he was babbling, but he couldn’t help himself – he had to make Gull aware that he finally really and truly understood the way things were. He accepted his punishment as a just part of life.

Gull nodded and stroked Denny’s shaved head soothingly. “I’m glad to hear that,” he said gently. “I knew you were good at heart – that’s why you were spared execution.”

“Thank you,” Denny sobbed gratefully. “I realize now that I’ve deserved the punishment I’ve received.”

“But, you haven’t really received your punishment yet,” Gull countered.

Denny stopped babbling, his toothless mouth open in astonishment.

“So far, you’ve just been prepared for your new role as a pleasure slave,” Gull said. “That doesn’t count as punishment, you know.” Gull turned to Martin. “Prepare him.”

Martin quickly stepped up to the table, a red indelible marker in his hand. Bending over Denny’s right leg, Martin meticulously drew a red line around Denny’s calf just below his knee. Finished with that line, he moved down and drew another line just above Denny’s ankle. Once the second line was completed, he drew a perfectly straight line down Denny’s shin that connected his first two lines. With the three lines completed, he looked up at Gull who nodded in approval.

Martin stepped out of the way and went to work at one of the far tables soaking large pieces of cotton batting in alcohol. Behind him, Denny began screaming as the other three assistants went to work on his leg.

Martin smiled to himself as he listened to the prisoner’s howls. He knew that Denny thought he was suffering now, but that was nothing compared to what was still ahead of him. Thinking of the suffering yet to come – suffering that he was going to inflict caused him an erotic thrill. He could feel the stirring in his loins which made him smile ever more.

Gull abruptly called a halt to the first phase of the torture. Denny moved over to the exam table and examined Denny’s leg. The other three assistants had spent nearly three-quarters of an hour lightly whipping the slave’s leg between the knee and ankle with flexible wire whips. Gull was carefully examining their work and nodding in satisfaction – they had managed to loosen the topmost layer of skin through their whipping. Basically, Denny’s lower right leg was one giant blister.

Without being told what to do next, Martin produced a scalpel and handed it to Gull. He was sure to give Gull enough room to work comfortably while still being able to watch the procedure as his Master delicately traced the blade along the indelible red lines he had drawn earlier. Working with the care of an Old World craftsman, Gull managed to strip the topmost layer of skin from Denny’s leg. Denny’s high-pitched screams and howls of agony accompanied his exacting work.

Martin had a raging hard-on as he lifted the cotton batting from the alcohol bath and carried it over to the exam table. Denny’s screams reached a new, higher pitch as the alcohol-soaked batting was wrapped around his tender leg. For a minute, Martin thought the slave might actually rip free of his restraints with his frenzied thrashing.

It took nearly an hour before Denny’s thrashing and screaming died down with feeble twitches and whimpers. Gull waited another fifteen minutes before giving Martin instructions to change the dressing. Denny immediately renewed his screaming, anticipating another round of excruciating pain. Instead, Martin tenderly coated Denny’s leg with a soothing ointment and wrapped a clean bandage around it. Denny’s screaming diminished to sighs of relief as the ointment soothed his agony.

Gull ordered the other three Enforcers to remove Denny from the table and move him to the infirmary that was already holding Roger Henderson. Gull told them to return to the motel when they had finished that task. He then turned to Martin and supervised his protégé in cleaning the exam table and equipment.

Martin was just finishing putting away the last of Gull’s tools when the head Enforcer took him. Gull didn’t waste any time stripping Martin’s robes from him. As he had the day before, Gull paced slowly around the naked young man and appreciating his taut body again. He guided the young man over to the exam table where he took his time strapping Martin down where Denny had been not so long before. Unlike Denny, though, Gull had Martin's hands restrained above his head, leaving his bare armpits exposed.

With Martin restrained, Gull took his time stripping out of his black leather pants and linesman boots. Standing close to the exam table, Gull languidly stroked his erection collecting some of his precum on his finger and rubbing it over Martin’s eager lips.

“You did well today,” Gull said, dribbling warm oil over Martin’s chest.

“Thank you…” Martin started to say before he was stopped by Gull’s finger pressing against his lips.

“Don’t speak,” Gull ordered. Removing his finger, Gull resumed massaging the warm oil over Martin’s chest. He paid particular attention to Martin’s armpits and nipples, smiling as the young man under him shivered with pleasure. He continued his slow, sensuous massage as Martin moaned with delight, his puppy dog eyes closed.

“That’s right,” Gull cooed softly. “Close your eyes – just concentrate on the feelings surging through your body.”

Reaching out to the shelf below the exam table, Gull brought out a clamp attached to a small chain and attached it to Martin’s right nipple. Martin hissed at the sudden pain that blossomed around his sensitive flesh. Gull attached another clamp to Martin’s left nipple and resumed his massage – moving down to his protégé’s tight abs. When Martin was once again sighing in pleasure, Gull attached a 4-ounce weight to each chain and let them hang over the sides of the table.

“Ahhhh!” Martin’s big brown eyes snapped open as he strained against his bonds at the sudden pain the weights attached to the nipple clamps caused.

“Pleasure and pain … they’re two sides of the same coin,” Gull said soothingly. You can’t appreciate one without the other. And, sometimes you can experience them both at the same time.”

Martin gritted his teeth and nodded, tears running from the corners of his eyes. Gull continued his massage, moving closer and closer to Martin’s hard tool. He poured more warm oil generously over Martin’s groin, letting it drip down between his raised legs.

Gull worked the oil around Martin’s balls and around the base of his dick, teasing his captive and making him wild with anticipation. Gull wiped the excess oil from his hands on Martin’s tight ass cheeks before grasping his twitching cock – the young man was already close to shooting his load. He wrapped his fist around the fleshy rod and began pumping slowly up and down, letting his palm completely engulf the mushroom head of Martin’s dick.

As he expected, it didn’t take long before Martin strained against his restraints and shot his load all over his belly. Collapsing back against the table, Martin sighed heavily as he tried to catch his breath. The feel of Gull’s powerful hand around his dick had been incredible. But Gull didn’t stop stroking him – instead, he continued the up and down movement, keeping Martin’s dick hard.

“W-what are you doing?” Martin gasped.

“Pleasure and pain,” Gull repeated. “Blowing the first load is sheer pleasure. But, each successful ejaculation comes closer and closer to being a painful experience until finally your beautiful balls can’t keep up with the demand and you have a dry ejaculation.” From between Martin’s legs, Gull grinned. “I said I was going to milk you – let’s see how many times you can shoot before you run dry.”

Gull continued jacking away at Martin’s dick, watching the young man’s face alternate between ecstasy and agony. Each succeeding ejaculation took longer and longer to achieve and was obviously less and less physically pleasurable for Martin, in fact, as his ejaculations became smaller and smaller Martin was showing signs of physical discomfort. At the same time, Martin’s brown, puppy dog eyes were shining with a freshly discovered excitement he had never experienced before.

Grinning down at Martin, Gull continued pumping away with one hand while he used the other to coat his own erection with generous amounts of oil and stepping closer to the exposed rosebud opening of Martin’s ass, thrust himself into his protégé. Martin gasped in shock, pain, and excitement as Gull filled his tight hole and began thrusting his hips back and forth. Martin’s physical discomfort grew in equal measure with the new levels of mental pleasure he was experiencing.

Gull rose up on his toes and went rigid as he filled Martin’s ass with his load just as Martin’s dick twitched feebly one last time. Nothing came out of his sore dick, and yet, his body shuddered over and over with an orgasm more intense than he’d ever experienced in his life.

Later, Gull stood over Martin’s sleeping form. He wasn’t surprised that the teen had been worn out from his experiences, but he was surprised that Martin had shyly asked when they would repeat the experiences. Gull liked the teen’s eagerness, and the fact that he shared the same sadistic streak Gull had. He could easily imagine emotionally partnering with the teen, and that was a cause of concern for the Enforcer chief. Entering into a relationship with Martin would give the teen a form of power over Gull. He looked down at his hands and frowned at the sight of the stumps where his little fingers should have been.

He had been emotionally partnered with his cousin – the same cousin who had convinced him to initially oppose The Leader. He hadn’t wanted to – from the beginning he had been intrigued by The Leader’s confidence and the aura of power he exuded. But, his cousin had used their emotional relationship to convince him to oppose The Leader. Happily, Gull had come to his senses before being castrated. But, his redemption had cost him his fingers. He examined the keloid scars on the stubs where his fingers had been and remembered how he had promised himself that he’d never allow anyone to have that kind of power over him again.

Gull glanced back down at Martin’s sleeping face – the beautiful face with those big brown eyes, now closed in a contented slumber. The sight of that face was enough to make his cock twitch again and start to stand up with desire. Gull shrugged – that fresh erection was all the proof he needed that Martin was a luxury and liability that he just couldn’t allow himself.

As a member of The Brotherhood, Martin would always wield some kind of power over him, but as a castrated pleasure slave, Martin would be available for Gull to use and powerless. Gull considered the pleasure he could have personally breaking Martin in the torture chamber. His feral smile returned – he liked the idea. He wasn’t sure Martin would appreciate it much – in fact, he was positive the teen wouldn’t appreciate his circumstances at all and that would really give Gull pleasure.

Bending, Gull scooped Martin up in his powerful arms and carried him back down to the torture chamber. Martin didn’t even stir as Gull carried him down to the converted locker room. The teen slept through being strapped down to the examination table. He even slept as Gull carefully wrapped the twin wire bands around his scrotum.

When Martin woke, he was surprised to find himself back in the locker room and strapped down again. He smiled in anticipation of more sex with Gull, even though he wasn’t sure his dick could even get hard again. Looking around the dim room he could make out Gull’s shape in the far corner.

“Pleasure and pain time again already?” Martin asked coyly.

“Oh yes,” Gull said from the other side of the room. “My pleasure and your pain.” Turning around, Martin saw Gull was holding a glowing branding iron in his hands. The word SLAVE glowed white hot in the dim room as Gull approached the table.

Realization of what was happening slowly dawned on Martin. He began screaming before the hot iron was pressed against his groin. His screams continued long after the word seared his flesh.

To be continued…