The Voynich Enslavement
Chapter 2
Del got that cold lemonade he'd been thinking of and walked to the den, to check his e-mail quickly before showering, but saw nothing waiting for him, so he headed upstairs to the shower (and possibly some much-needed relief!). He was really looking forward to Saturday! Damn, it was gonna be good! He laughed out loud with joy, just enjoying the day and feeling alive... and thinking about the Press boy getting his just deserts, chained to the whipping-frame! Yep... he was gonna need some relief!
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Trotting up the stairs, Del looked forward to the shower, and the relief he now desperately needed! Turning on the water and stripping down, grass-clippings from his socks and legs falling onto the tiled bathroom floor, he looked in the mirror and saw a man who looked younger than his age, in great physical shape, and with a killer smile (even if he did say so himself!), and he felt like a million bucks. He grinned at himself in the mirror and stepped into the shower, which was warmed up by then and felt good.
He soaped up and scrubbed the sweat and itch from the yard off of himself, and shampooed his thick hair, silently thanking his DNA for being so kind as to let him keep it. Then his hands wandered... and his mind wandered... and the vision of the Press slave-boy, chained to the whipping-frame, deafening the spectators with his pitiful howls of anguish and torment as the TENS-electrified multi-stranded Mylar whip lashed him over and over again, leaving no damage or scars (except in the slave-boy's mind!), attacking every part of his sensitive young body... and Del went over the edge, roaring like an animal in pain, cumming what felt like gallons of hot jizz all over the tiled wall and floor of the shower. He felt wonderful but faint...
Finally, warm water sluicing down his almost-sculpted body, he regained full awareness of reality, and stepped out and dried himself, leaving the grass, the clothes and his boots for later clean-up. Not that he was a slob... he just had his priorities set to 'comfort mode'!
Minutes later, dressed and with a fresh cup of coffee, he sat down at the computer and checked his e-mail, but there was nothing new, except for some adverts for various semi-legal substances and one for a penis-enlarging device (at which he comfortably laughed out loud), and he promptly deleted them all. Then he ran a search on “S. W. Pilkington-Smythe III”, and narrowed it down by adding “Voynich” to the search after seeing that there'd been over 10,000 finds. This yielded a mere 17 finds, and Del started plowing through them.
In a nutshell, P.-Smythe had discovered some unusual symbol-frequencies which hadn't been noticed by previous researchers before, or at least hadn't been published. Del remembered that back in college, Rod had explained the near-paranoia of some Voynich students, who were fearful of having their ideas stolen and used by others to solve the enigma. It had seemed silly to Del then, and still did... if those ideas were so good, why wasn't it solved yet? But it came to light that P.-Smythe had fudged some of the data, causing some to yell, “Fraud!”, and there was the debate: had he discovered something, or not?
Digging deeper, Del found the charts P.-Smythe had released, and studied them carefully, his memory coming back as he saw the weird Voynich symbols again after so many years. Del had thought that the so-called 'monsters' were simply ligatures... several letters bundled together, as done in Sanskrit or Burmese, or like the ampersand '&', which was originally a shorthand-form of 'Etc'... but P.-Smythe had accounted for them rather differently in his data. Del shook his head and decided to drop this till tomorrow when he met with Rod at The Garden Of Earthly Delights...
Del had been a regular at The Garden (as it was known locally) for years, and the last time he'd gone was about two months ago, accompanied by Bryan's slave Binky, a tall, handsome, very well-hung slave-stud around 24 years old. This was while Bryan and Becky and the boys were on vacation up at Luna City, on the dark side of the moon. He'd agreed to “slave-sit” Binky for the three months they'd be gone, and he'd put Binky through the paces real good! He'd even scheduled Binks (Del's nickname for the studly slave) for the regularly-held Saturday Maintenance-Discipline sessions that Becky had been too soft-hearted to take care of. Ol' Binks was a very obedient slave by the time Bryan and the family returned, and walked a bit awkwardly from all the attentions Del had showered on him! (Del was quite the Gondolier on the Alimentary Canal... both ends of the canal, in fact!)
When they'd gone to The Garden, he'd called ahead to make.... special arrangements... for Binky, which the management there just loved. Binky was the featured 'whippee' for the time that Del was there eating (and having other fun!), and they worked the slave quite well into their entertainment... the eatery was filled with his wails, shrieks and yells virtually non-stop, from the time they whisked him away from Del at the door to the time he was returned to Del at the door, three hours later, a much better educated slave! The other patrons were very pleased with the performance, and wanted to know when Binks would appear next! Del (being the kind and understanding guy he is) just couldn't deprive the slave of a chance at higher learning, and allowed Binks to go back to The Garden every day for a week after that, to appear from 11 AM to 11 PM each of those days, which garnered Del a one-year free-meals pass from the owners!
Del remembered with a grin how utterly disoriented and exhausted Binks would be upon returning each of those nights to Del's home, and how he'd taken the slave to bed those nights and had meticulously and painstakingly shown him that there were much, much worse things than The Garden... and after the week was over, Del spent a whole weekend lavishing his attentions on the hapless stud-slave, reducing him to a quivering replica of his former self, eager and willing to do anything he was told to do, immediately and with a smile! Del felt like he'd been very helpful to Binks and was sad (almost) to see Bryan and family return.
Bryan later complimented him on how well he'd taken care of Binky, and asked him what he'd done, because the slave was now totally attentive and almost furiously eager to comply with even the slightest of commands, and Del just winked at him and said, “Trade secret, buddy!” Of course, Del had told Binks that if he ever told anyone the details of their two months spent together, Del would have him sent to the Saturday Slave-Whipping, have him whipped as the Main Attraction, and then have him nullified: nuts and dick removed in front of the cheering crowd. (Del had no right or authority to have any such thing done.... but Binks didn't know that!)
Del suddenly had an inspiration! He could borrow Binks to take with him tomorrow to The Garden! Bryan would agree to it, Del knew, and Rod had always loved tall, muscular, extremely well-endowed slaves... Del was sure he'd go gaga over Binks! The two free men could have a great time with Binks between them at The Garden!
Del puttered around till bedtime, trying ideas on the ancient typewriter and trying to watch a movie called 'New Techniques For Accelerating Your Slave's Education', which was fascinating stuff, but his mind was on the Press boy, and on Binks.
The last thing Del remembered before falling asleep was a vision of Rod and himself, double-stuffing Binks at The Garden tomorrow...
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Rising at 6 AM as was his habit, Del performed his morning routine, including a rather loud shower (thinking about Binks and the Press boy again!), and by 7 AM he was seated at the computer with a cup of coffee, checking e-mails.
He glanced out the windows when he heard a familiar slapping noise, and saw the Press boy coming with the paper! Rushing to the front door, he opened it and greeted the slave with his trademark smile, saying, “Mornin', boy! How are you this fine day?”, to which the slave stopped, assumed slave-rest position (damn, Del thought, I love this shit!), and replied, “Sir, this slave is very well today, Sir, and it hopes Sir is also well, Sir!”
Del asked, with a smirk on his face, “Boy, I hear you're gonna be having a real special time this Saturday... are you excited about that, boy?”
The slave was blushing now, and, trying not to squirm (but with his dick growing very erect), replied, “Sir is correct, Sir, and this slave is grateful for the opportunity to learn how to serve better, Sir. Sir, this slave is very excited about it, Sir!”, and Del thought the boy was close to tears, although he was smiling.
“Boy, I'm looking forward to attending the special event on Saturday, and I'll be bringing my buddy's three boys with me. They're all expecting a real good show, and I wouldn't want them to be disappointed, boy. You do good up there on that stage, you hear me, boy?”, and here Del got a serious look on his face and a slightly menacing tone in his voice.
Shaking visibly, the Press boy replied, “Sir, this slave will put on the best show possible for those free boys, Sir! This slave promises, Sir!”
Del didn't want the boy to be late with his deliveries, today of all days, so he held his hand out for the paper, and said, “I'll be watching you very closely, boy... you better show all of us there a great time! Now, get a move on before you end up getting nullified, too!”
The slave, whose eyes became very large at the very mention of nullification, handed the paper to Del, and said, “Yes, Sir! The best performance ever, Sir!”, then bowed deeply (which was very hard for him, with the huge, heavy paper-bag on his back), turned, and with much slapping of bare-feet (and much jiggling of hard cock and balls!) continued his frantic run to deliver his papers.
Del watched him run off with joy in his heart... it was a great day already!
In the kitchen, over a fresh cup of coffee, Del read through the main stories, and saw that the Republicans were pushing this new 'senior slavery' bill hard, with nothing much other than impotent noise coming from the Democrats. It infuriated Del, but the Republicans, after 'winning' again in 2008, had kept the White House continuously ever since, except for the one-term Presidency of Cletus G. Guber almost 25 years ago, and that one term was rife with scandals itself. Despite the fact that evidence proving fraud in the 2008 election had been made public in 2016, the GOP had kept its teeth in like a pit-bull, and had survived the scandal. The Democrats had been disorganized, disheartened, and utterly defeated ever since, and what's worse, no one was indicted in the election fraud case of 2008, which should have been a warning sign to the country. It wasn't.
There was also another article about the Voynich, which made reference to a public conference P.-Smythe was going to be giving today at 5 PM, at the amphitheater next to the stage where the Saturday Slave-Whippings take place. He was going to outline his 'discovery' and he welcomed anyone who wished to present a differing opinion to join him there for a spirited debate. Del was impressed, thinking that he must be very confident to do a thing like this. He'd ask Rod later if he'd like to attend this 'spirited debate', or maybe even participate. It would do Binks good, too, to come along to see where the whipping would be taking place, up close and personal! Del grinned at this, and decided he's take Binks whether Rod wanted to go, or not... it would serve to remind ol' Binks of his very precarious position in life!
He decided to run to the grocery store to stock up on goodies for Bryan's sons this Saturday, and get some kibble for Binks, too, as it had been a long time since he'd had slave-chow in the house. But first he called Bryan to ask for the loan of Binks for today, which Bryan was happy to agree to, as always.
Stopping off at Bryan's first to get Binks (who hadn't been told of today's plans and struggled not to panic at the sight of Del!) and stow him in the back of his van, Del made it to the grocery store in good time and, with Binks pushing the cart, got done and back home in much less time than he'd planned on.
After stowing away the groceries, he had Binks get ready for some fun, telling him to douche four times really good (Binks hated douching, and Bryan very rarely ever used him for pleasure) and to put on the cock-ring and butt-plug that were still there in the bottom dresser-drawer from his last two-month stay. Binks rushed off to comply while Del thought about what he'd like to do with the now-totally compliant slave-stud. He wanted to focus on the slaves deficiencies (read: things the slave hated to do!) do he decided on electro-therapy (he grinned at the thought) with a lot of tit-play, and figured he'd be extra helpful and allow the slave out some bastinado, too, seeing how Binks had nearly lost his mind the last time Del had been that generous to him! Del truly liked helping slaves get past their limitations... it was almost a sacred duty, he thought, with a big smile.
While Binks was quadruply-cleansing and donning his rings and plug, Del went downstairs to the basement Dungeon, and made sure it was laid out just the way he wanted it, and got the TENS machine fired up and ready, along with a nice CB-antenna (so very good for whipping feet!) and an assortment of truly inspiring tit-clamps. He also set out a big jar of nerve-frying hot-balm, knowing how desperate it had made Binks the last time he's slathered it on the slave-stud's dick and balls... he was planning on an encore performance, including Binks' tits this time! It was making him so hard thinking about it that he was just oozing pre-cum!
Going back upstairs to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, he waited on Binks return, and before he could finish the cup, there was a freshly cleansed, ringed and plugged slave, at slave-rest, standing before him, looking at the floor (as was proper).
Del smiled at him, and said, “You ready to make me happy, Binky-boy?”
Binks replied with a crisp, clear, “Sir, Yes, SIR!!!”
Del laughed out loud, grabbed the slaves balls very firmly, and started off towards the cellar-door. Although he'd hoped beyond hope that this time things would be different, Binks knew what was next (sort of, anyway!), and for just a brief split-second, hesitated...
Squeezing down nice and hard for Binks (who yelped), Del said, slipping into his famous 'good ol' boy' accent, “Boy, ain't you never heard that 'He who hesitates is lost'? I love it when you fuck up, Binks! But I'll take real good care of making sure you learn from this, boy!”
Binks said in a strangled voice, “SIR, Thank You, SIR!!!”, obviously feeling the strong hand crushing his balls, and proceeded to follow Del.
Binky knew in his heart, after so many previous sessions with his Master's handsome friend, that Del would never damage him, or even seriously injure him... it was all purely for the pain it gave him and the excitement it gave Del. But he also knew that Del was a Master of the fine art of eliciting heart-felt (and LOUD!) reactions from slaves! Each time Del would give him instruction, Binky felt as if he wouldn't make it through to the end... but he always did... somehow.
Once in the Dungeon, Binks knew from experience to kneel up and await instructions. Del decided to restrain the stud to a leather-padded table with an abundance of eyelets around it and holes for easy access to those “hard to reach” places. He told Binks to bend over the table and then removed the butt-plud quickly, causing the slave to gasp, but not yell (he knew better!), replacing it just as quickly with the thickest and longest penis-shaped butt-plug he had which would work with the TENS machine, and Binks again gasped in pain... possibly because Del had thoughtfully not lubricated the plug, as he believed in natural, honest treatment of slaves... he was strictly against coddling slaves. But he occasionally made exceptions with Binky, and he couldn't explain why... even if he had to.
Del had learned that pain was the body's way of warning the brain the 'damage to this organism is imminent or likely', and that one could learn to ignore pain once it knew that damage would NOT occur. However, it was a long and torturous path to that level of expertise for the slave, and Del found his niche... his métier, if you will... in teaching slaves that pain is just an illusion when there's no real threat to the body. Between free men, of course, there would be all sorts of 'trust issues', but a slave doesn't have the luxury of bargaining or taking time to learn to trust its Masters. That, combined with the hard cock he always got when instructing slaves this way, made it a most exciting past-time for Del! Especially with a brand new slave who was 'virgin' to Del!
Telling the slave to get up on the table, face-down, he proceeded to restrain Binks with several thick, wide leather belts, then put a belt around his forehead and back to the table, to hold his head up and back, and adjusted the table lower, for easier access to the slaves warm and inviting mouth later. Reaching under the table, he attached the biting-clamps for the TENS to Binks' nips, cock and balls, resulting in a most amazing show of vocal power and muscular exertion from the restrained slave.... it warmed Del's heart to see and hear the little performance! After enjoying Binks' writhing and screaming for a few minutes, he flipped on the power to the TENS anal-probe and the clamps, having already set the power-level to a higher setting than he'd used during Binks' last visit... and Binks went spastic! With the machine set to “Random Shock”, Binks never knew when, where or for how long the electro-shocks would attack his tender parts... he only knew that he'd be repeatedly and mercilessly zapped, that Del was a very, very patient Man, and that this would just go on and on, until Del was totally satisfied.
Watching the slave go absolutely ape-shit with his screaming and jerking, Del was more than ready to let him show his gratitude for all this effort, and with one masterful and manly thrust he filled the slave's throat with his swollen manhood. Binks tried to do as Del had so painstakingly taught him before, but with the TENS machine's constant and loving caresses distracting him, he could do little more than jerk and twitch while screaming around the cock filling his throat... which, by the way, made Del's cock feel very good, indeed, what with all the humming, buzzing and vibrating his screams produced, all up and down his cock! Starting with a nice slow rhythm, Del would shove all the way in, almost all the way back out, and back again... Binks struggled to match his primal need for oxygen with the brief opportunities to inhale, and tried to do as Del had taught him, using his tongue and throat muscles to please the huge intruder, but the TENS machine was making things quite difficult... and the screams and jerking continued. Del was in heaven, and was close..... but, he remembered that he'd decided not to not be selfish, and pulling out from the slave's mouth, he reached for the hot-balm... and Binks saw him do it.
Now, Binks was already having a hard time... and he saw that Del was going to make things a hell of a lot hotter for him... literally! But he knew what would happen if he misbehaved, and tried to prepare himself mentally for what was to happen next...
Del smiled at the slave, tousled his hair and said, “Binky-boy, you ready for a special treat?”, and Binky tried hard to answer, “Yes, SIR!!!”, but a very garbled rendition of that was all that came out of his mouth. Del chuckled, and bending down next to the table with the tub of the fiery salve, he started to very s-l-o-w-l-y anoint Binks' balls first, making sure to get all around the clamps. He painstakingly moved up Binks' long, thick cock, which, all things considered, was amazingly hard and eager, bouncing a bit with eagerness at Del's gentle attention. The slow-acting effect of the balm now started to reach Binky's already-overloaded brain, and the volume of his screams increased noticeably. Del carefully rubbed the balm all over Binky's cock, getting around the many clamps up and down it, and fingered a dollop of the goo into his piss-slit for good measure.
Oh, how the Binks was howling! And thrashing (or trying to, at any rate)! But, maintaining good slave form, he did not break and ask for mercy, knowing full well that this was NOT the worst that Del could do to him!
By now, Del was satisfied that the Binks had enough hot stuff on his cock and balls, so he now turned to the butt-plug, and pulling it out almost all the way, glopped a large quantity of it all up and down the plug, and with his fingers, forced much of it up inside Binks' stretched hole for him, reseating the plug when he was done.
The volume had really been cranked up by now, and Del returned to his spot before Binky's face, saying with a big grin, “What would you like to say to me, boy?”
Binky tried to say, “Thank You, Sir!”... he really, really did... but the non-stop screaming was a definite problem for him, and all that came out were more screams. (Binky thought that this was criminally cruel, and didn't know how long he'd have to endure it before his body finally shut down into blissful unconsciousness.) Del admonished him for his failure to give thanks by gently slapping his face a few times, and said, “Oh, Binks... you've really let me down, boy. I have no choice but to punish you for this, you know.” Binks just wanted to cry, but knew better than to do a stupid thing like that with Del running the show!
Grabbing the CB-antenna he'd left close-by (but out of sight), he made sure that the desperately jerking and bellowing slave could see it, and he gave Binks a wickedly evil (yet, somehow, up-beat and fun-loving) smile, and said nothing as he walked to Binks' feet, smacking the antenna across his palm so Binks could hear it.
With no advance warning, he allowed Binks to have five quick, firm stokes across one foot, and if Binks had been a jerking, howling mess before, he somehow found it within himself to leap up a few notches, pleasing Del no end! When Del saw that the waves of torment had died down a bit, it was time for him to prove he really cared by allowing the other foot to receive the gift of stripes, and he did that with great joy, driving the near-mindless slave through the roof with gratitude.
Del was laughing with joy right now, truly enjoying Binks' struggle with the day's lessons, and said to the slave, “Binky-boy, them nuts need some of this, too, but I'll do that later, boy... right now I need to give them tits of yours some special attention!”
Again he knelt down and this time applied the hot ointment to Binks' tits, being very careful to get them well slathered... and from the sound of it, he felt sure he'd done a pretty good job!
It never failed to amaze Del how Binky could always find a louder volume... a higher note... a more energetic 'dance'... to please his Master. Del took a great deal of pride in the small part he'd played himself in the continuing education of this fine-looking slave-stud.
“There, all taken care of! Now, how 'bout we check out your tonsils again for ya...” and he drove his far-too-needy over-swollen cock back down the boy's throat, holding it there to enjoy the effect the screaming had on it, vibrating it, tickling it, pleasing it... and without having to even move a muscle, Binks' screams and jerking pushed Del over the edge, and he began one of the longest and most satisfying orgasms he'd ever had, letting loose with a savage roar. He grabbed Binks' head and pounded the boys throat, slapping Binks' lips with every thrust, filling his throat with spurt after spurt of thick, hot cream.
Binks was not human anymore, but a device, able only to scream, thrash about, and please free men... his mind had flown off to that special place only known to very-well-loved slaves. But Del knew his limits well, and knew that the Binks would spring back for more, quickly, after a short rest.
Del, having passed out, finally came to, slumped half-over the boy and half-on the table, slightly confused but smiling with joy at the wonderful orgasm he'd just had. Binky, of course, had not stopped what he was doing! But the constant abuse had made his throat hoarse and he was more croaking than screaming now... and jerking wildly, of course, from the patiently attentive TENS machine's jolts of electric love and the still-blazing salve so completely roasting his tender flesh.
Del was very concerned now about the slave, and, turning off the TENS machine, undoing the restraints and removing all the TENS paraphernalia, told him to quickly shower, re-douche, and get in tip-top shape for The Garden in just over an hour. Seeing the boy respond properly (although not exactly quickly!), Del stopped worrying and knew that good ol' Binks would be up to what lay ahead at the eatery! He also realized that poor Binks was far too dazed to have heard the part about The Garden... and he laughed out loud at that!
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[author's note: I'm still (this is the Saturday before it's to be posted) in need of an editor for this story, and will be glad to receive any offers from my reader(s). :)
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Posted: 08/31/07