Good Counsul?

By: Rod
(© 2010 by the author)

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Chapter 20

Each of the final twenty lashes of the whip hit a different area of Ron's anatomy.  Per instructions each blow was intended to break skin.  Stripes were evident from his ankles to his shoulders.  Often the whip had wrapped itself around his torso to inflict its bite on his front.  His nipples were both split open and his genitals were bruised and bleeding.  Each of the horizontal stripes were crossed with the vertical runs of blood.

At the end of the assigned lashes Ron hung from his bondage. Craig then posed his question again.  Though barely able to speak, Ron surrendered the information requested, at least as much as he knew.  They soon verified that one of the men was to meet the boss at the airport and he had never met any of the men.  All communication had been by phone or over the internet and only with Ron.  The name of the boss was unknown, only the phone number had been given as a means of contact.  Ron was to receive ten thousand dollars once Glenn had been dealt with by the boss.

Greg and Ted had checked with the airlines and through special connections gotten a copy of the list of passengers flying from Boston to Phoenix that afternoon.  On the list they had found the name of Matthew Daniels.  He was being accompanied by none other than Terrence, Glenn's father.  A check on Mr. Daniels had turned up very little; they could still not understand the connection.  The fact that Glenn's father was also coming though seemed to tell them what they thought might be the answer.  In order not to cause a scene at the airport things were arranged for Coach to impersonate one of the assistants and meet the men supposedly to return them to Ron and Glenn.

Coach stood in the baggage area of Sky Harbour Airport holding a sign as if he were a limo driver.  Two men left the carousel and approached him.

"Did Ron send you?" asked one of the men.

"Yes Sir, Ron is waiting with the pain.  Would you like to follow me?" replied Coach.

"Lead the way; I want to get this over with as soon as possible."

"This way guys, I have a van waiting for us in the parking lot.  With all the security lately you can't park anywhere near the gates," said Coach.

As they got into the van Coach threw their luggage in the back.  "Be sure and buckle up the seat belts.  We have to go through a guard on the way out and they ticket if anyone isn't wearing a seat belt."

As the van pulled out of the parking lot it was followed by a couple of other vehicles.

"Gee guys, do you mind if I ask what the kid did to get you guys so upset?" asked Coach.

"Not that it's any of your business but he cost us a lot of money.  That little fag doesn't know just how much trouble he caused," replied the older of the two.

"By the way my name is Steve, what can I call you guys?"

"Boss, is enough, you don't need to know what our names are. Better for you and all involved if you don't."

"Hey, sorry if I hit a nerve.  Just wondered.  What are you going to do with him anyway?"

"Let's just say he won't be causing anyone any more problems when we get through."

"Wow, sounds like you're planning to off him.  Is that what you going to do?" asked Coach.

"I think you're asking too many questions for your own good. I'd suggest you shut up for your own good Steve."

"You guys related to him or something?"

"I told you, you're asking a few too many questions for your own good."

"Sorry, if that's the way you feel, I guess we'll just have to find out what we want by other methods," said Coach.

"Excuse me, who the hell do you think you are?"

"Right now your worst enemy."

"Oh really, we'll see about that."  The older man tried to unlatch his seat belt but was unable to do so.  "What the hell is going on this seat belt won't unfasten."

"No it won't, at least not yet," said coach as he pulled the van into a garage.

"I thought you were taking us to Ron and that little fagot?"

"Oh they are both here, as a matter of fact Ron and a few others are waiting for you," said Coach.

As coach pulled to a stop the van doors were opened and armed guards approached the two men.   They both looked with surprise as Coach flipped a switch and their seat belts unfastened for the guards to lead them away.

Each of the men was taken to interrogation rooms.  Through the camera system Don identified Terrence and informed Craig.  It was presumed the other man was Daniels.

As each of the men was taken into the rooms they were frisked and their wallets and all other items on their person were removed.  Their identities were verified.

"Well Terrence, I presume you decided there was a problem with the arrangement for Glenn?"

"What are you talking about, I don't know any Glenn, where am I?  What are doing to me? I deal with a company in Phoenix and was just coming out to discuss business with the home office," said Terrence.

"Really, that's interesting, and who would that meeting have been set up with?"

"Craig Bellows or Greg Forester, the owners of the company whose products I represent on the east coast."

"Really, and you have no other agenda here in Phoenix?"

"I don't know what you think you are talking about, as if my being in Phoenix is any of your business anyway."

"Perhaps I should introduce myself.  Terrence, I am Craig Bellows and I most certainly did not have any appointment with you.  I know you are aware of whom Glenn is and from everything we are aware of, I believe you and your partner Mr. Daniels are responsible for Glenn's abduction yesterday. By the way, you will be happy to know he is safely back at his current home right now.  You were very smart not to say any more than what you did in the van but between what happened, what you did say, and the fact that you came with Mr. Daniels who we know was contacted by your head henchman after abducting Glenn we have enough to have a pretty rough idea of your plans. The only other question we have is just how this Daniels fits into the picture."

"How can you expect me to support that little fag?  It's bad enough that bitch of a wife has passed him off as my son for all these years, and now I'm expected to give him a free ride."

"What do you mean passed him off as your son?" asked Craig.

"Exactly what I said.  That little bastard isn't even my biological son. His mother has been passing him off as my son when he really belongs to Daniels."

"What happened that you discovered that?"

"When I found out he was gay I had some tests run, I couldn't believe he was my son and damn it, I found out he isn't.  When I confronted his mother I found out the truth. The guy I always thought of as my best friend and partner in my business had an affair years ago with that bitch of a wife and after she got knocked up she passed it off as mine. When I found out, I confronted him and he admitted he had been with her and still was."

"Then who decided to pull this stunt, and what did you plan to do, kill him?" asked Craig.

"I told Daniels it would be his responsibility to pay the support; I wasn't going to support him. Further more if he didn't help me he would be finished.  I'd see to it that he never worked again in our field."

"Guards please come in and take Terrence for preparation and induction."

Two guards entered the room and grabbing him up by the elbows, escorted Terrence out of the room. Craig followed behind the trio and stepped into the adjoining interrogation room.

"I don't know who you are but can you tell me if Glenn is OK?" asked a tearful Matthew Daniels as he looked up from the table to Craig.

"Why does it matter to you?" asked Craig without emotion.

"Sir I just recently found out that Glenn is my son, Terrence forced me to assist him in his kidnapping but my intentions have been too save him instead and turn the tables on Terrence and get rid of him instead.  He threatened his wife and me and planned on killing Glenn.  I just want to know if my son is safe."

"Very well, yes Glenn is safe, I can arrange for you to see him if you wish."

"I would appreciate if you could do that. Is he here?"

"He is close by.  First however, I would like to hear what you have to say about all of this."

"Glenn's mother and I have loved each other for years, I didn't know that Glenn was mine until after Terrence had some test run.  First of all he determined that Glenn was not his and then he discovered that he was my son.  I don't care if Glenn is gay, purple, or has three heads, he is my son and I love him, even though I didn't know he was my son I always have loved him in a way, if nothing other than the fact that he is his mother's son.  Terrence then confronted his mother and me and then threatened us to do as he wished or he would harm us as well as Glenn."

"I see and you swear to all of this?"

"Yes sir, I do, now may I see my son?"

"Certainly, I'll have you taken to another room where the two of you can talk undisturbed. Guards, will you escort Matthew to the lounge area."

A guard led Matthew Daniels to another room and invited him t make himself comfortable.  The room was furnished with a coach and a few chairs.  The lighting was low and a wet bar filled one wall of the room along with a sound system that was softly filling the room with background music.  Matthew mixed a drink from the bar and seated himself on the coach to wait for the arrival of Glenn.

"Mr. Daniels, what are you doing here?" said Glenn as he entered into the room.

"Glenn, son, I am so glad to see you are safe, how are you?"

"Why did you call me son?  And as I said, why are you here?"

"Glenn, you are my son.  Terrence ran tests and found that you were not his, but my son after all.  I am here because I was concerned for you and wanted to be sure that Terrence could not bring harm to you."

"But from what I understand, you where the one who arranged for me to be kidnapped, why would you do that?"

"Terrence threatened harm to your Mother and me if I didn't co-operate with him in this scheme.  I hoped that once we got here I could turn the tables on him and escape with you unharmed. "

"But why would you want to claim me now that you know that I am gay?"

"It doesn't matter to me if you are gay.  I'm not, but my brother was gay and I loved him with all my heart as a brother."

"I still don't understand, you and my mother?"

"Glenn, I have known the man you believed to be your father since I was a freshman in college.  He was two years older and somehow I ended up with him as a roommate.  I was there the whole time he was courting your mother and I fell in love with her as well.  After my family died while I was in school Terrence graduated and married your mother.  They actually helped me finish school and when he started the business and I graduated, I went to work with him. That way I could stay close to your mother and so long as we hid it from Terrence, all was well.  It was only after your revelation that you were gay that he started to question things and through investigation and some tests no one else knew he was having done, he found out that you were my son instead of his, and that your mother and I were in love with each other."

"Even though your brother was gay why would you be so quick to accept me?" asked Glenn.

"Doug, my brother was four years younger than me and as soon as he figured out he was gay he told me.  We were always close and I guess I felt protective of him.  I had always loved him and the fact that he was gay didn't change things as far as I was concerned. I was in college when one day while coming home from shopping our Dad got into an argument with Doug.  It seems that while at the store a friend of his, not knowing that Dad didn't know, made some kind of a comment that actually outed Doug to our Dad.  In the car on the way home they got into it and in a moment of distraction Doug didn't see a car going out of control and heading for their car.  A second later they collided, killing four people, Dad, Doug, Mom and the driver of the other car. If only Dad could have accepted Doug and not chosen to argue with him he might still be alive today.  I vowed that day when I found out what had happened that I would never reject but would accept any son I might have no matter if he ended up being gay, straight or whatever."

"Ted, I want you to run a check on his story and see if it is factual," said Craig as they heard this heart warming story through the monitoring system operating in the lounge.

"I'm sorry to hear how you lost your family, I guess my family too if you are really my father.  Would you mind if I ask Mr. Forester to verify the tests to see if we are really father and son?"

"That should be no problem, I'm willing.  Can we go for a walk and get some fresh air?" said Matthew.

"Let me check I'll be right back."

Glenn walked out of the room and straight to the monitoring office where he knew Craig was listening.

"Do you think we can go for a walk, or would there be somewhere else you would prefer we go?" asked Glenn as he approached Craig.

"Wear this necklace Glenn.  It has a special mike and transmitter so we can monitor what is going on.  I want you to keep this in your pocket and if you fell threatened at any time just push this button after touching this end against the person's body.  It will go through clothing so you needn't be worried about touching bare skin."

"Why do I need these? I'm sure you heard all that was said."

"Let's just say we are doing a little checking first, I want  to believe all that I've heard but we can never be too careful, I just want to be sure you are safe. If you're sure you will keep this handy and use it if necessary you can go for a walk around the grounds. We will be listening at all times and if anything is said out of order you will be joined as soon as possible by someone else.  If you feel threatening remember to use the stunner.  Its effect is instantaneous and powerful but won't last more than a few minutes and has no physical aftereffects.  It will however, insure that someone else can get to you to take control of the situation without you being hurt."

"Ok sir, I will use it if needed but I don't know why I should need too.  If it's all right with you I'll take him for that walk around the grounds without any explanation of anything else that goes on around here."

"Just be careful son, and don't give any information about Terrence, either where he is at or what may be happening with him.  I don't want to tip our hand yet to Mr. Daniels. Somehow something just doesn't feel right."

"Very well sir, thank you, I'll follow your directions, and I have certainly have my life to thank you for as it is."

"Matthew, or can I call you that? I don't feel comfortable calling you Dad yet, would you like to take that walk?"

"Sure son, lead the way, I would like to get a breath of fresh air if possible."

As they made their way through the corridors and out onto the grounds, Ted returned to the monitoring office.

"That was quick, did you find out something all ready?"

"Yes sir, remember he said his brother's name was Doug?"

"Yes that's what he said."

"Well, Doug not only went to high school but graduated from college.  A good trick for someone who died in an automobile accident when he was in high school, I would say.  I've heard of higher education but I don't think he went quite that high."

"I appreciate your attempt at levity but get on with the details."

"Yes sir, sorry sir.  It seems that Doug did die after graduating from college and so did his parents but not exactly the way Matthew described it.  It seems that Doug, Matthew and their father were out deer hunting and in the sheriff's report it said that one Matthew Daniels claimed that both Doug Daniels and Jeremy Daniels were victims of accidental deaths while hunting.  It was rumored that they had been arguing the day before and the morning they left, but Matthew denied any problem had existed.  No one could prove otherwise but it was believed that he somehow managed to murder both his brother and father.  As for his mother she died of a heart attack within a week after the other deaths.  With out sufficient evidence they were never able to charge Matthew with anything.  By the way he minored in drama while in school.  If you ask me I think he put on a pretty good performance for Glenn don't you think?"

"I think we'd better keep an ear open to what is being said between the two of them and alert the guards, I want them kept in site at all times."

"This is really beautiful here, what do they do around here?" asked Matthew.

"I don't really know for sure, I know some business is done from here but what type I have never been told.  I don't think it is my place to intrude.  Everyone has been so nice to me since I got here, you don't look a gift horse in the mouth I've always been told,“ said Glenn.

"That is true.  It is much better to observe and be a little quiet, it may surprise you what you can learn that way.  Do you know where Terrence is, I wonder what is going on with him?" asked Matthew.

"Oh, was he with you, I didn't know he came as well, but I guess from what you said he must have.  I really don't know," answered Glenn.

"Glenn don't lie to your father, you know where he is don't you?"

"I said I don't why do you ask me that way?"

"Because I want an answer, the least you can do is tell your real father the truth son."

"I said I don't know and I meant it, I don't know everything that goes on around here it isn't my place to know, after all I am a guest."

"Some guest, whoever these people are, they certainly don't worry about any expense do they?  What did it cost for them to track you down and get you back from the kidnappers? How did they know where you where?  That brings to mind another question, where are the guys who kidnapped you?"

"You're scaring me why are you asking these questions? I don't know what happened to them, why do you care?  If you were only forced to go along with the plan what difference should it make?"

"I guess it really doesn't matter what happens to them just so I manage to walk out of here, of course you are going to come with me aren't you?  I want my son to be with me from now on.  After all, all these years when we could have been together as father and son, not just the son of my closest friend and associate.  We can have the time to bond properly now as father and son, do things together, things we missed over all these years."

"I appreciate you wanting us to be together but I am really happy here.  In just another month Mars will be back and I'll have the chance to get back to school and be with the person I love.  I know you said you'd accept me even if I'm gay but that's just it, I have found the person I love and want to be with.  If you really accept me then you would want me to be happy with the one I love."

"The one you love?  You're too young and too stupid to know what you really want besides I don't think you will need to worry about Mars anymore, when we are finished you will never think of Mars again."

"What do you mean when we are finished?  What are you planning to do?"

"Nothing more than I have planned to do since I found out just what a disappointment you are."

Twenty guards had entered the area and were rushing towards the two.  Matthew having been relieved of his weapons was attempting to put one arm around Glenn's neck as his other hand started to reach around and grasp his head.  As Glenn saw the arm begin to move he pulled the stunner from his pocket and as instructed, quickly placed it against Matthew's side and touched the button.  A shriek escaped from Matthew's throat as he collapsed on the ground before he could properly grasp his victim and snap his neck.  No sooner had he hit the ground when the first set of guards arrived and pulled Glenn to safety away from the convulsing body on the ground.  Another pair of guards arrived and deftly lifted a still dazed Matthew from the ground and cuffed his wrists together behind him as they began to escort him back to the facility.  A slightly shaking Glenn allowed the first two guards to assist him back as well.

"Are you all right Glenn?" asked Craig.

"I guess so sir, what happened?"

"The best I can figure is that in actuality, he really wanted to kill you as much as Terrence did, it was just that when their plan seemed to be failing, he came up with a last ditch effort to still finish the task.  Fortunately, he overplayed the attempt.  He made things sound too good. We were able to do some quick investigation and found him to be lying about his brother and father's deaths.  That led us to believe that he was probably lying about other things as well.  At least you didn't freeze up and managed to use the stunner in time.  We had a sharpshooter in place but didn't want to chance hitting you instead.  I think the next day of so will convince him and Terrence that they will wish they hand never tried this stunt.  They will have the rest of their lives to think about their mistakes."

"What about my mother, do you have any way of finding out just what she really wanted to do.  Which side she is on?  I would hate to think that she was party to this as well."

"I am going to have that looked into, within the next few days we should know.  Don't worry, you should be safe now. We are going to monitor the cell phone's Ron, Terrence and Matthew were carrying and see if anything comes up. The guys in the lab have come up with a voice duplicator that will allow us to make the voice heard over the phone sound like the person it should be.  If Ron's phone is called the voice answering will sound like Ron, in Terrence's case it will sound like him and the same for Matthew.  Maybe within the next twenty-four hours we will know something. Otherwise maybe be can establish a call and do a little fishing.  With a little luck we may get a nibble and find out what we want to know."

"I hope so, and I hope we will find out that Mom was not on the planning side of this as well."

"For your sake I hope so too, son."

"Mr. Bellows, I have the inductee ready for your inspection Sir."

"Thank you, take him to interrogation room 1, I will be there shortly."

"Hello Terrence, I see you have been prepped per my order. Did you enjoy the trim?"

"Who the hell do you think you are, doing this to me?  I have been totally body shaved, poked,  prodded, given an enema, tattooed, ringed, humiliated and now am being made to stand her without any clothes before you.  Who died and made you God?"

"My, my, such an attitude.  Good to see you have so much spunk, all the more fun to break, and break you will.  You attempted to take the life of another human being.  And that after you had already tried unsuccessfully to end his life after throwing him out.  You should be ashamed of yourself.  By the way, we did check the so called tests that you had run.  By simple blood tests, the old fashioned way, we were able to prove that Matthew Daniels is not Glenn's father.  That was evidently a story you made up to satisfy your own ego.  As a matter of fact in the preliminary tests just with blood, it appears that you are the winner.  Of course we are also doing a DNA test just to be sure, but the doctor tells me that those tests will only make his determination 99.8 percent sure where as right now he figures the odds at about 89 percent in your favor. So if you passed out cigars it was only the right thing to do. Now to get on with things.  I see that the doctor has properly ringed your nipples, but he seems to have neglected one other, I guess we'll just have to have him come in and

do that one when I finish my exam."

"Guard if you will hand me the tape measure we will begin. First of all let's see if we can find enough of a dick to measure since it seems to be hiding right now."

Craig approached Terrence and with his gloved hand began to manipulate his cock and balls.  A fierce blush covered Terrence's face and chest as Craig measured the flaccid cock and handled the balls in their freshly shaven sack.  After recording the measurements he began to more vigorously stimulate Terrence.  As he did so his cock began to grow and stiffen again the measurement were taken and recorded.  As he did so Craig shook his head.  "For someone who would seem to have such balls, it surprising how much is a facade, I've seen 13 year olds with heftier equipment. My, my, hop up on the table on all fours facing away from me."

Terrence refused to move and a guard on each side readily pulled him up on the table as Craig nodded to them. When Terrence refused to get into the proper position Craig reached forward with his pocket stunner and let a quick zap attack the scrotum hanging before him.  Terrence shouted with pain as he collapsed on the table.  After a full minute of convulsions he finally regained his control and immediately moved into the requested position.

"Now you understand why we did the enema.  You are just the type to refuse to follow instructions and we hate for you to have to lick up that mess."  Without further hesitation Craig checked over the skin exhibited before him.  He pulled slightly on the new nipple rings and noted various comments in his journal.  After checking Terrence over from head to toe he then positioned himself behind Terrence and with a gloved hand inserted one finger into the rectum.  A gasp was heard as the finger found its way over the sphincter and into the rectum.  A quick sweep and the prostate was located.  Without warning another finger invaded and between the two the prostate was examined and kneaded.  Moaning emanated from Terrence as he felt feelings unknown to him before.  As Craig pressed and massaged, jolts of electricity seemed to radiate from his anus through his body.  A sweat began to break out across his back and chest.  Just as he was truly beginning to enjoy the sensations Craig pulled out and made more entries on his journal.

"Sit up on your heels and jack yourself off," order Craig.

"What?" replied a very flustered and out of breath Terrence.

"You heard me or would you like another taste of the stunner?"

"No sir!" he relied as he sat up and back on his heels.

"Knees apart," Craig ordered.

Immediately the knees spread and Terrence reached for his cock and began stroking.  Precum anointed the glistening head as Terrence became more and more involved in the feelings stirring in his groin.  As his breath became more and more ragged Craig forcefully rammed two fingers through his rosebud and the combinations of sensations took him over the edge as he began to shoot high into the air in front of himself. As his semen dropped back to the table it made a loud splat as it hit the metal surface.  Craig examined the amount and then dipping into some with one finger tasted it and duly recorded his notes.

"Clean up the table," Craig instructed.

Terrence looked about and then heard the instruction, "Lick it up!"

Not wanting to feel the stunner again he gingerly backed off the table and leaned over and cleaned the top of the table. With the quick assistance of the guards he assumed the proper position and stood waiting for further instructions.

The door opened and the doctor entered.

"Doctor, it seems that you have forgotten one very special ring for our new inductee."

"Not really sir I thought you might like to assist with the honors yourself.  I've brought with me everything I think we will need. I noticed that he is uncut so I though that we'd take care of everything at the same time, that is unless you would like for me to take him back to my exam room and take care of things myself."

"Not at all, I think you have an excellent idea.  Guards please put our guest in the proper position."

The guards each took a wrist and pulling a set of chains with a handcuff on one end, clipped one handcuff each on Terrence's wrists, stepping up on a chair they extended the chains to the ceiling and pushing aside a panel attached the ends of the chain to hooks hidden in the ceiling.  Another set of restraints were attached to the ankles and as Terrence looked on in horror his legs were pulled apart leaving his body in an x position with all four limbs securely fastened.  His eyes had been so focused on the guards and their process of restraint he did not see the leather strop as it was picked up in the hand of Craig.  Craig lifted his arm high in the air and as the strop flew towards its target the first noise, that of the air around the strop arouse Terrence's attention.  The full realization of what was happening did not come to fruition until the strop found home and a cry of pain rushed out with all the air within him. Seconds later another blow made its way to his ass, followed by several more. Terrence continued to scream as his voice became raspier and finally left him completely.  As he tried to scream no sound came out only a gush of air, as tears streamed down his face.  The doctor had positioned himself in front of Terrence and when the assault of the strop ended he quickly reached forward and with brevity of movements and the assistance of a proper collar type object placed around the cock and the skin pulled down over it, with a single movement of the hand he sliced off the excess skin.  A quick dousing with a chemical and the procedure was done.  Craig had removed his trousers and at the nodding of the doctors head signaling the end of the circumcision he rammed his well lubricated cock into Terrence's ass.  One swift thrust and he was totally impaled, all of Craig's cock was buried into Terrence.   His voice gone the look of shock overtook him and he passed out. The doctor waved a vial of smelling salts under his nose and he quickly regained consciousness. Craig began his assault as he pulled back almost to the point of pulling out then rammed back in.  Over and over he continued until he brought himself to orgasm. Terrence had past the point of pain and the feelings emanating within him took him to the precipice as well just as Craig began to pump into Terrence he too began to shoot.  The doctor stood by and at the moment Craig stopped moving and Terrence had stopped shooting he forced the receiving tube into the urethra and brought the piercing needle from the underside of the cock into the tube.  A PA immediately found its way in place and the ends were glued and snapped together forming a solid circle of stainless steel.

Without ceremony the guards removed the shackles and took Terrence from the room.  He was showered, creams applied as needed and taken to his cage where he would start his induction and the rest of his life.

During this time Matthew had been brought around.  His attempt had been futile, his real objective brought to light.  He would not have another chance.  He had failed and now his fate was in another's hands.  He had been unable to kill Glenn.  All the promises that had made to him if he were successful were out the window.  He might as well admit it, his life was over.  If he could figure out a way to commit suicide he could end it all.  But they had him strung up in such a way that he couldn't even move.  He had been stripped, shaven, cleaned out.  They had tattooed something on his arm and pec. Then they had brought him to this room and fastened him within a large steel frame.  As he looked around the room all he could see was all descriptions of whips hanging from the walls.  Each neatly coiled and hung. Maybe he wouldn't need to commit suicide.  Maybe they were going to kill him.  At least it would be over.

Suddenly the lights brightened and the door opened.  In the brighter lights he realized the mirrored wall before and behind him. The combination allowed him to see both his front and his back at the same time.  The huge monster that entered through the door appeared to be close to six foot six.  The tiny shorts he wore were of black leather. Additional bands of leather were fastened around his upper arms just above the biceps, serving only to emphasize the enormity of his physique.  This man was all muscle from his bald head to his huge feet encased in black leather boots. The front of his shorts was obscene, as they served only to emphasize the huge endowment trapped within. As this monster turned to look at his victim he smiled, flashing a snow white set of teeth with the brightest blinding evil grin Matthew thought he had ever seen.   The monster stepped forward and with seemingly trained hands poked and prodded Matthew's body gauging the thickness of his skin the depth of his musculature and the presence or lack or presence of body hair.  He took Matthew's nipples between his fingers and gauged their thickness.  As he rolled them between his fingers he watched as Matthew's cock began to grow.  As he slid his hand down the front of his captive's body he could feel the twitch of the muscle underneath as it reacted to his touch.  Over the navel and down into the groin his hand continued to explore until it found the hardened staff thrusting itself forward.  After a few quick strokes the hand explored below and almost gently lifted the scrotum separating and gauging the size of the testicles contained within.  A few more inches and a single finger grazed over his rosebud as a sigh escaped Matthew's lips. As the monster stepped away drops of shiny fluid began to drip from the end of Matthew's cock, as it danced to the beat of his ever hastening pulse.

"Matthew Daniels, you made yet another attempt to end the life of Glenn today.  We can only surmise that this was your original intention.  For that reason you will taste the whip. You will wish that you can die but that will not be allowed.  You will live and continue to receive the punishment you deserve.  For what you have done, death would be a reward and we will see to it that such a reward will be a long time in coming.  In the mean time you will learn to suffer greatly.  Just remember this is only the beginning, it is only a taste of what the future holds for you.  Whip master you begin," said the voice over the loudspeaker above him.

"SWOOSH      

CRACK!!!!!" Went the whip, as it hurled through the air and then landed upon Matthew's back.  A blood curdling scream echoed through the room as all the air within Matthew's lungs seemed to be forced out of his body. The ferocious sound of his scream cut through him as deeply as the sting of the whip and caused him to lose control of his bladder as his still staining cock shot forth with a golden liquid christening a large area of the floor in front of him.  His cock continued to pulse in its steel like state.  A second blow whipped across his buttocks silenced only by his animalistic scream once again.  Blow after blow struck, each time in a different place.  Welts were rising in lines all over his body.  His voice became softer as hoarseness overtook him.  The force of the escaping air lost no intensity but his vocal cords became incapable of producing sound.  After a series of blows his body shut down and he passed out.  An assistant had appeared and manning a hose, began to spray him down with cold water.  His revival was eminent and as he came to, he felt the icy cold water washing over him, and then removing the evidence of his lack of bladder control earlier. No sooner had the hose stopped then the whip began again to assault him.  It would land across his back and then the tip would bite under his arm into his pit or wrap further around and rip at his nipple. Another blow would come from another angle and land just opposite and perform similar damage to the opposite pit or nipple.  No area of his body would be left untouched.  At one point the whip master began to change whips tossing the previously used over to his assistant as blood would drip off the very tip.  A short whip was in the hand of the whip master as he stood behind Matthew.  He could be seen in the mirror as he took the whip and as he threw the tip from his side in an odd angle, the end coursed its way between his legs and took its bite at the tip of his cock.  The next blow landed on his scrotum right in the middle.  Matthew once again felt he was going to faint but didn't until the next blow which forcefully took its bite dead on the center of his right testicle. Anything in his stomach was now over his chest, his stomach or whatever area of his body it landed on as it projected from him.  At this point he did pass out again and was duly revived only to receive another strike to the other testicle which again caused him to faint after dry heaving.  Revival once again and the blows continued, the back of his knees, around his feet.  The last of the fifty lashes hit dead home on his rosebud.  He passed out again, when revived he found himself being removed from the frame.  He was drug from the room and soon found himself in a room full of cages.  As he was placed into a cage he looked across to see Terrence fastened securely within his own cage, and ornamented with nipple rings and a PA on a cock that looked as if it had been butchered. He soon found himself likewise fastened within his cage. His wrists were extended to each side above his head.  A bar was placed behind his knees restricting his movement.  His ankles were fastened a good three foot apart.  He was in a crouching position with his thighs parallel to the floor. Near his head was a penis shaped object on the end of a pipe that extended up through the top of the cage.  What this was for he did not know, but at this point all he wanted was some sleep.  Pain radiated from every part of his body.

Hours had passed.  The cell phones taken from the inductees resided in a special office with several technicians waiting for one of them to ring.  The programs were in place, as soon as a phone would ring after a couple of rings the equipment would answer.  Ted stood by waiting for a call on one of the phones.  In his discussions with Craig and Greg it had been decided that he would lead the caller on and obtain as much information as possible.  The programs had been set to alter the sound of his voice so that he would sound like the appropriate person.

It had been several hours of waiting when the phone identified as being that of Terrence's rang.  After the second ring the equipment opened the line.  Ted sat waiting for this moment to begin.  If he were able to handle this job properly perhaps the last details would be provided.

"Hello," said Ted as his voice was altered to imitate Terrence.

"Is it done yet?" said the voice on the other end of the line.

Further equipment was not needed to trace the call as the name of Glenn's mother appeared on the screen before the machine had picked up the line.  With a camera trained on the phones screen the information as well as the conversation, were being taped.  There would be no confusion of just where the call was coming from; beside voice analysis would be able to establish the identity of the caller if needed.

"If I said it was would you be happy now?" asked Ted, hoping to lead her on to a real exposure of her feelings.

"Why do you ask that? You know we discussed it and there was no other way.  Besides, if everything went as planned I expect Matt will not be returning either. I just wished I could have seen the look on Matt's face when he found out that you were going to get rid of him as well as that brat."

"No worry there Glenn has been taken care of and well I think Matt is rather uncomfortable right now.  Ron is taking care of him for me.  You're plan has worked very well. I should be back home by tomorrow afternoon."

"Great dear, I will be waiting."

As the line disconnected Craig requested the technician capture the line.  As far as Glenn's mother Audrey would think she will be able to use her phone as normal but actually she will be within our system and have the capability of dialing wherever she wishes but we will have full access to the number dialed and the conversations that ensue.

No sooner had Audrey Johnson hung up with who she thought was her husband, she made another call.  The number was duly noted and traced for information.

"Reggie, I got a call from Terrence, he should be returning by tomorrow afternoon, is everything in place?" asked Mrs. Johnson.

"Yes Mam, I have his picture and we will pick him up from the airport when he arrives. A pair of concrete shoes and a long step out the side of our Cessna over the ocean should take care of things very well.  I doubt that any trace will be found of him."

"Good, once I take control of the business I can finally breathe easy.  All three of them will be gone.  If there is an investigation Terrence will be accused of the deaths of Glenn and Matthew and then presumed to have fled to escape prosecution."

"Yes Mam, no problem I'll see that he can never be found. It will appear from the flight plans that once he landed he hired a private plane to whish him off to some island not to be seen again.  Within a day the plane will come up missing as if he commandeered it to make his permanent escape."

"Call me when everything is accomplished, I want to prepare to play the abandoned widow."

"Certainly Mam, I should be in touch with you by tomorrow evening.  Good night"

"Good night. By the way the deposit will be in your Cayman Island account by the following morning after completion."

"I guess we have the answer," commented Ted as they listened to the tape of the conversation. "I know this is going to be hard on Glenn but we might as well let Mr. Bellows know what is going on and let him decide what to do from here."

Early the following morning a copy of the conversation was on the desk of the local head of detectives in the Johnson's hometown.  Greg had pulled a few strings and managed to let the brass in the local office get the impression that all was handled with Matthew Daniels and Terrence Johnson.  It was up to their office to handle Mrs. Johnson and Reggie who had turned out to be a local thug that the detectives had been looking to put away for a long time.

As one group of undercover agents waited at the airport and managed to apprehend Reggie and his crew another detail had surprised Audrey Johnson and arrested her with the attempted murder of Terrence Johnson and conspiracy in the murder of Matthew Daniels and the attempted murder of Glenn Johnson. Documents had been prepared that when presented in the east coast court room, sealed her fate. She would never see the outside of a prison wall again.

Reggie had really run afoul of the detectives and when he was apprehended and his so-called offices searched, more than enough evidence was obtained to put him away as well.  His plane and crew were taken into custody and were more than happy with the charges they were being threatened with, to roll over on him and gave the authorities enough to bury Reggie for several lifetimes.  Unfortunately, word spread and a few family members inside, displeased with Reggie, ended his life before he could make it to trial.  At least the state saved a bundle on the court costs and housing the scum for the next fifty years.

When the word got out that Audrey had conspired to kill her own son, her supposed lover and even her husband, her fellow inmates took offence.  The day before her trial was to start, she to, met with a shiv intimately introduced to her in the showers.  Though the doctor tried to save her the bleeding had been too extensive, the internal damage too great, and she died before anything could be done.

The Phoenix group felt relieved as the documents they had provided had no use now and would never be examined.  All of the involved parties had been dealt with.  Glenn who had been reported as having been saved from his kidnapping was free to go about his life.  With the loss of his mother and the mysterious disappearance of his father, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson's estate was liquidated and set up in a trust for

Glenn.

With the latest crisis in hand it was time for all to prepare for Christmas.  Mars had finished the semester and all had been arranged for his transfer. The rest of the boys had also finished and headed back to Phoenix and the mansion for a well deserved holiday celebration.  Evan, Jimmy and Bobby arrived home in the best of spirits. The semester had gone well and they had all scored very well in their finals.  Jason arrived and announced that Mars would be arriving the next day.  He would pick him up from the airport.

That evening Jason, Evan, Jimmy and Bobby managed to ask Bill if he would assist them in a real workout session. Bill understood their question and after checking with Phil, Jed, James and Don agreed to do so.  He knew that what the boys really wanted was for him to take control, what they did not realize was that the other men also longed for the same and would "suddenly appear" and become involved.  They tried to keep things under cover so to speak because they did not want to upset Glenn.  They felt that he was still too young to participate.

The group managed to meet in the locker room to the workout room.  Jason, Evan, Jimmy and Bobby were quite excited as they looked forward to the session with Bill.  They had always admired Bill, he was in a way their idol, not that they didn't appreciate their fathers as well but there was just something different about Bill, an overpowering strength, and he was in their eyes the absolute alpha male. Certainly he was the type of man they all aspired to be.

The sessions got started and Bill quickly set the pace.  In no time he had them stripped to bare skin, with full erections dripping not only from their cocks but sweating from every pore of their bodies.  The door opened and in strode Glenn.  He had likewise removed all his clothing and his cock was leading the way as he entered the room.  With a look of surprise they all turned to him.

"Glenn, you are not old enough to participate with the other guys in this form of activity," stated Bill.

"Would you rather I participate here or, shall I find a group of other guys somewhere else to do it with.  I know what I like and whether or not you approve I'll find someone to do this with?" asked an excited Glenn.

The other men had entered the locker room and were listening to the exchange of conversation. After a brief discussion between them Phil entered the workout room followed by the rest of the men.  The topic of conversation was lost for a moment as the four were surprised by the entry of the adults.

"Bill, I detect we have a bit of a problem here.  Glenn has participated in these activities and wishes to continue to do so.  We cannot keep him from doing so.  I remember certain other boys who forced their coach into some activities a little advanced for their age.  I think for the best concern of all involved it would be best to include him, but with a modicum of precaution.  I think everyone should be aware of who they are dealing with when they are with Glenn and act accordingly."

"Yahoo!" yelled Glenn as he felt he finally was to be accepted into the group. "Can I get ringed as well?"

"Hold on, that can be done when you are 18 and don't even think about trying to have it done before," said Don as he approached Glenn and put his arms around him.

"Ahem, what the hell do you think you pansies are doing in here?" shouted Bill with a slight grin on his face.  "I want every one of you to drop and give me fifty, and that means you old farts as well! Start sucking up to that floor or you'll feel my cane assholes!"

Smiles could be seen around the room as they all dropped and starting counting as they completed the assigned push-ups. Bill roamed through the room and flicked a couple of asses just enough to make them sting as he prodded them along to better form.

After an hour of forced and torturous exercise the group paired off, each male finding the comfort of another.  Each began to service one another until moans of pleasure could be heard around the room.  The breathing became more ragged and one by one, shouts emanated from each as they released their precious seminal fluids into or on their partner.  As each duo completed their lovemaking and felt the afterglow of being so spent they rose and headed for the shower where they allowed the water to re-invigorate them to yet another session of servicing each other before joining there partner in warm embrace in bed.

Glenn had looked forward to this evening; his only regret was that it had not been spent with Mars.  Perhaps after Mars returned tomorrow he would be able to arrange something with him.  He just didn't know if Mars would allow him to do so.  Mars was so insistent about waiting until he was older. With all that had happened perhaps he could change his mind. After all the other men had accepted him why couldn't Mars. Glenn had been the odd man out and had actually been with Bobby and Don.  When they had finished the shower Bobby had accompanied his father to his bed but Glenn had retired to his own room alone.  He had a peaceful tiredness consuming his body.  He had not felt so relieved in so long but he still ached for Mars.  He was too spent to do anything else but turn over and drift softly to sleep.  Perhaps in his dreams he could be with Mars.  His age had no consequence there.  In his dreams he could see Mars as each item of clothing fell away exposing his tender white flesh.  His eyes staring at him full of love, with just a hint of mischief as he licked his lips. As they last item of clothing, his briefs were pushed down over his thighs, his knees and then dropped to his feet to be kicked away, his manhood stood at full mast waiting for Glenn to engulf it with his mouth and take them both to another place.  Glenn tossed and turned in his sleep as within his mind he wrestled with his lover.  Tomorrow he would return and they would be together from then on.  Only his dreams could help him endure the time they had spent apart, and now there was less than sixteen hours before they could be together again.

To be continued...

Posted: 11/05/10