Date: Sun, 09 Mar 2008 11:14:24 -0500
From: carl_mason@verizon.net
Subject: DENNY LAWENCE - 9

DENNY LAWRENCE - 9


Copyright 2008 by Carl Mason

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places, "Denny Lawrence" is strictly fictional.  Any resemblance to actual
events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  As
in real life, sexual themes unfold gradually.  Comments on the story are
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This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between males, both
adults and teenagers.  As such, it is homoerotic fiction designed for the
personal enjoyment of legal, hopefully mature, adults.  If you are not of
legal age to read such material, if those in power and/or those whom you
trust treat it as illegal, or if it would create irresolvable moral
dilemmas in your life, please leave.  Finally, remember that maturity
generally demands safe sex.


CHAPTER 9

(Revisiting Chapter 8)

"Hear me out, Denny.  I no longer can treat you like an honored guest, for
fate has decreed that you are a slave, and slavery is for life.
Nevertheless, if you will submit to me as your master, giving me complete,
immediate, and cheerful obedience, I shall give you a life far better than
any you could dream.  I do not need your full answer tonight though I do
pray that you will eventually open your heart to me as you did that night
in the City.  By way of a "short answer," Denny leapt down off the gurney,
fell to his knees, and pressed his forehead against the cement floor.
Culver immediately helped him rise to his feet in a warm embrace that
quickly evolved into a passionate kiss.

(Continuing Our Story - Seth Gilley)

Returning to the basement from a vigorous run along the shore, Denny
stripped off his shorts and jock and headed directly for the shower.
Suddenly, he became aware of a figure observing him from the shadows.
"Yeah?  Who is it?" he panted.  A tall, well-built man dressed in khakis,
polo shirt, and sneakers stepped forward, greeted him, and introduced
himself.  "Hi, Denny, I'm Seth Gilley.  The Master asked me to stop by and
talk with you.  May I have a moment of your time?"  "Oh, sure," the boy
answered.  "Want me to shower first?"  "Not necessary," the man replied.
"Just take that chair right beside you."  By now almost totally oblivious
to his nudity, Denny simply sat down, adjusted his long scrotum with an
apologetic grin, and waited expectantly.

The man looked at the lad with an experienced and calculating eye.  As
Culver had said, the youngster, now approaching 18, was just entering upon
the prime of his life.  Physically, he was a magnificent specimen, though
years of professional work told him that in other ways he was still a late
adolescent.  "Denny, like you I am a servant of the Master," he began.  "I
work in the most prestigious and one of the two oldest fitness clubs in
Manhattan.  The Master himself is a member.  He has asked me to place an
adult polish upon your physique and to bring your knowledge of physical
matters to the highest level.  You will address me as Sir'; we shall be
working together closely on a daily basis, here and at the Master's lodge
in the Adirondacks.  Your program, a program that will last approximately
eight months to a year, stresses physical conditioning, advanced sexual
training, and attitudinal preparation for the life of the personal slave.
Are you willing to place yourself in my hands...to follow my instructions
immediately and without question?"

Inwardly, Denny was well pleased.  Instinctively, he liked and trusted
Gilley.  He felt that his body was capable of much greater achievement than
he could now demonstrate.  Sexually, he was intensely curious about the
multitude of things he didn't know - and to which his hormones drew him
increasingly.  His attitude towards the Master was surely positive, but he
knew he had to grow in knowledge and experience if he were truly to please
him.  As a sign of his acceptance, he slipped off the chair, knelt, and
pressed his forehead to the ground in front of his trainer.

                              			 ***

Though a powerful and well-developed young man, Denny wasn't at all sure
that he could live through Seth Gilley's physical conditioning program.
The sweat poured off his naked body which, by Seth's order, was completely
shaved other than for his head and a shadow of hair above his cock.
Swinging the heavy pickaxe again and again, he had barely made a dent in
the granite ledge.  Presently, it covered an acre of Oliver Culver's Long
Island estate, an acre that Seth had smugly told him would one day contain
tennis courts and related facilities.  Shades of his old highway
construction days!  If that were all that was going on, he might make it,
but it most surely was not!  With Seth's help he had located a lacrosse
club that welcomed him as a member with open arms.  He was ferried into a
nearby village every day for practices, and to matches as they were
scheduled.  Furthermore, Seth had established total control over his diet
and personally planned and prepared every bite that entered his mouth.
Actually, he thought, the emphasis on whole grains, vegetables, fruits, and
nuts wasn't half-bad (for Gilley was an imaginative cook), but, oh God, he
missed red meat!  Still, he had far fewer zits and Seth's daily massages
kept his skin supple and established another bond between them.

To put it simply, the results were amazing.  Within two weeks, his trainer
took him upstairs as the Master was finishing his dinner.  Seth's arm
around his shoulders, he stood proudly before Culver whose eyes devoured
him for dessert!  "This is only the beginning," Gilley said.  "Without
turning him into a muscle-bound travesty, believe that his physical beauty
will only increase, as will his spiritual beauty under your guidance."

As Denny's energies and spirit increased rather than decreased under this
regimen, his trainer introduced other elements of his program.  Sexual
training, for instance, opened the lad to whole new vistas of experience.
Using lifelike models and charts, every potentially sensitive part of male
and female bodies was identified and discussed in detail.  Ignoring the
oral-anal dichotomy, the pleasuring of those parts was practiced on the
models.  Further, Seth brought a live subject into the basement each
evening.  Though all - male and female, young and old - were clean and
without disease, it was obvious that some had been paid.  Nevertheless, it
was also obvious that a good many had come for reasons other than money
alone.  The "clinical" sessions always concluded with a frank discussion of
what had gone on sexually and how the recipient felt it could have given
him or her more pleasure.  Denny took full part in these discussions and
told Seth that he found them most instructive.  Although he personally
preferred the BDSM sessions, the Master sat in on as many of the evening
clinicals as permitted by his heavy work schedule, a schedule that often
kept him in Manhattan.  Naturally, when he attended, he sat in a small, but
comfortable room that was separated from the remainder of the basement by
one-way glass.

One of their favorite sessions involved a solidly built, wavy-blond-haired
midteen.  Mike already sported a thickly muscled torso, good arms, solid
thighs, and heavy equipment.  Other than on his head and around his cock,
he also had scarcely a hair on him which evidently bothered him a great
deal...until he saw Denny!  Then he repeatedly ran his hand over the young
man's torso, smiled, and totally relaxed.  (Well...almost!) From the moment
that he met Denny, he was excited...and, obviously, happy about where he
was.  Seth's script called for fellatio in this clinical, but for some
reason Denny got confused and fucked him.  His preparation of the boy, and
the joy that the boy was experiencing, were beautiful to watch.  When fully
erect, he finally slipped painlessly into him, the smile on Mike's face was
something that no one would forget.  Interestingly, the post-sex discussion
established that this was Mike's first time.  Denny had taken his
virginity, and the boy had enjoyed every minute of the experience!  As he
left, he turned to Denny with an even wider grin, giving him a tight hug
and exclaiming, "I've never missed one of your games, Denny!  Man, I wish
you were my brother!"

As we know, Denny sensed that he was gay from early on and, God knows, his
experience with females was minimal.  Consequently, the most surprising
thing about the Sexual Training from Seth's point of view was that the lad
fared so very well in heterosexual situations.  It's true that the women
uniformly went crazy over Denny's looks and body.  What was far more
interesting was that every woman - no matter what her age or social status
- reported that the lad gave her the best sex that she had ever had AND
that his passion transformed the experience into something far above the
physical act in itself.  Denny smiled quietly.  He was pleased that he had
performed as the Master had directed, but he still much preferred men as
his sexual partners.

When the fall lacrosse season was over, Seth gave him the word that they
would now be transferring operations to the Adirondacks.  This bothered the
youth not at all, for he still fondly remembered Pat Mahan's cabin in
far-northern New Hampshire.  Further, realizing that Sexual Training would
probably focus more directly on BDSM, he laughed to himself.  He was not at
all backward in admitting that he had much enjoyed Pat's brief introduction
so many months ago.  A shiver of anticipation ran through his body!

Indeed, the shift of location was very easy.  Smashing and moving rock gave
way to hours spent in chopping and splitting firewood.  Jogging along the
beach gave way to endless jogs along mountain roads.  He was in such
fantastic shape that the fact the temperatures were considerably colder and
the slopes steeper bothered him not at all.

As he anticipated, the new sexual focus was upon bondage and sadomasochism,
i.e., upon the sexual effects of being physically controlled (or
controlling) and receiving pain (or giving pain under similar conditions).
Seth's introduction that made full use of ancient texts and contemporary
audio-visual approaches was superb.  According to him, "BDSM" involves
Bondage & Discipline (B&D), Domination & Submission (D&S), and Sadism &
Masochism (or Sadomasochism) (S&M).  In truth, one of the major reasons for
moving to Culver's property in northern New York State was that the Master
was always more comfortable involving himself with such phenomena well
outside New York City and his suburban Long Island estate.  Seth said that
his Adirondacks dungeon was one of the most developed in the United States
- though its equals could be found more readily in Europe, especially in
Germany.

     Not long after reaching the Master's more isolated property, the naked
lad was escorted into the Great Room of the massive cabin.  Numerous
candles and a blazing fire in a massive stone fireplace provided the only
illumination, though the light reflected off windows and metal.  The
polished log walls were hung with the heads of great beasts such as moose,
grizzlies, and buffalo that seemed to come to life in the flickering light.
All sound was muffled by heavy Oriental carpets.  The Master stood in
front, not too far from the fireplace; his small staff of Adirondack
servants to his left, and Seth Gilley to his right.  The youth knelt in
front of the Master. The Master explained that the time had come for Denny
to reaffirm his vows of lifelong servitude and exclusive loyalty.  "Denny
Lawrence, do you affirm on penalty of death that you are my property for
life, to do with and to as I see fit?" he intoned.  "Do you promise to obey
my commands immediately and without question?  Do you grant your loyalty to
me alone as long as you may live?"  As he had been instructed, Denny
exclaimed, "Master, I affirm, I promise, and I grant.  May death be my lot
if I fail to fulfill these vows."  The Master raised the studded slave
collar that he had concealed in his robe high above his head, brought it
down, and fastened it around Denny's neck.  "So be it," he intoned.

Calling Seth Gilley to his side, he said ceremoniously, "Seth Gilley, I
reaffirm that I have given you authority over this my servant, Denny
Lawrence, to instruct and inspire in the higher arts.  Do you accept this
responsibility?"  Seth answered soberly, "Yes, Master."  "And do you accept
me as the subject of this authority, as well as your obligation to further
my interests?"  "Yes, Master," replied Seth.  "Will you now seal your vows
by exercising my authority over this lad?"  With that, Seth moved over
behind Denny who automatically lay down on his back so that his body was
horizontal to the Master.  Gilley placed one hand under the boy's back, one
hand under his thighs.  As if presenting a gift to the Master, he then
lifted the heavy body high in front of him with one smooth motion.  "I
exercise your authority and your authority alone, my Master," he chanted."
"Very well," the Master chanted in response.  "Proceed."  Hearing those
words, Seth gently returned the youth to the floor and, in complete
silence, entered and took him authoritatively.  "So be it," the Master
intoned as Seth helped the dazed, but smiling lad to his feet in order that
he might receive the congratulations of all in attendance.

For weeks he submitted to his trainer's discipline, spending long hours
lashed to a rough St. Andrew's cross that dominated one wall of the
dungeon.  For weeks, he wore a heavy cock ring of polished steel and
suffered his long scrotum to be encased in a 3.5-inch leather ball
stretcher.  As instructed, he begged Seth - and any servant who passed
through the dungeon - to work a larger dildo into his anal canal from a
selection on a nearby table.  On occasion, as he hung from a steel beam,
Seth would simply grab his hips and roughly jam his hard cock into the boy
in but one thrust.  Only weakening once, he cried out as viciously serrated
tit clamps placed on his swollen nipples were suddenly and unexpectedly
jerked.  The penalty came immediately: He was stretched out on his back on
a gurney and secured, the leather ball stretcher was removed, and his
scrotum and balls were lashed with a penis whip.  Tears glazing his eyes,
spasms of unbelievable pain twisting his muscles into hard knots, he
gasped, but did not make a sound.

When he was not "otherwise occupied," Denny often sat in the comfortable
library next to Seth.  While cold rains and the winds of late fall lashed
the house, Seth often read to him from an invaluable medieval manuscript
titled, "The Compleat Slave".  The author, Brother Paul, had much to say
about the ecstasy of putting one's will in the hands of the Master, of
freely submitting one's body to the inconsequential tortures that the world
could impose upon it, and of enjoying the glorious rewards that await the
faithful.  Seth also talked with him quietly about the proper attitudes and
deportment of the contemporary slave.

(The Darkening Sky)

Throughout this period of several months, the Master was much more active
sexually than he had been on Long Island.  Though he occasionally
helicoptered to his office, he was not spending long hours at his desk in
the city.  He was a frequent visitor at Seth's BDSM sessions, often showing
damp spots on his trousers before the session was half over.  Having less
to do, in short, the Captain of Industry was bored - and many of the usual
"checks on his behavior were absent.  His play with Denny was not only more
frequent, but it became far rougher and more insistent.  All too often,
pain seemed to replace joy and excitement.  Nevertheless, his training to
date, especially up north, had prepared him for this eventuality.  His
magnificently muscled body was defined as it had never been before; his
strength and endurance were at their peak.  In love, the lad gave Culver
everything he wanted...and more...with hard-won skill and a sunny attitude.
That was partially why he couldn't begin to understand why the Master
increasingly turned away from him, why he occasionally slapped him in
anger, and why in January he told his slave that he had offered him to a
friend for the weekend.


     To Be Continued