Date: Wed, 16 Aug 2000 07:33:18 BST From: Jack Rowan Subject: The Story of Tol - part 6 THE STORY OF TOL - part 6 This story includes descriptions of sexual relations between adult men, and between an adult man and a 16/17-year-old teenager, including bondage and SM. If the law in your jurisdiction says that you're too young to be reading this, then I suggest very strongly that you should obey the law. There are more notes about the story at the start of part 1 and the end of part 9. The Story of Tol is copyright. Copy it for your own use if you wish, archive it if you wish, make it available through the web if you wish, but please credit it to Jack Rowan, don't change it, and include this copyright note. And don't publish it for profit, or charge for accessing it. Comments will be very gratefully received by Jack_Rowan@hotmail.com Most authors like to receive comments. It's the only way we know that anyone is even reading the stories, and it's all the payoff we get. ====================================================================== THE STORY OF TOL by Jack Rowan 6 Exchange and Balance ----------------------- 51 The next two days were a holiday. I found it difficult. It must have been years since I spent two days doing absolutely nothing. We went for walks, the cold, damp December wind tangling my curls and stinging our faces, and that at least used some of my energy. We played chess, Gavin and I, and although I had thought of myself as good, he trashed me, almost without trying. Derek was deep in university papers, and I dozed in the delicious warmth for hours as he and Gavin discussed research programmes and grant applications, and music played. I was finding it hard to wear clothes. And I was finding it hard to be free all the time, to have no restraints on my wrists and ankles, and I missed the constant pull on my balls from Gavin's weights. Although Derek still treated me as his slave, I could feel him pulling back, leaving me freer, not bearing down on me, and I found it horribly disconcerting. Finally, on the second afternoon, I could bear it no more. It had been pouring with rain all day, the windows were steaming and we couldn't go out. I was champing at the bit. I went and knelt before him. "Master, please. Please, Master." He looked at me and sighed. "What are we to do with him, Gavin?" "I could think of one or two things." He laughed. "How about... the horse, for example? That'll keep him occupied for a few hours." "Oh, okay then. Come on, slave." I followed them into another room, right at the back of the hut, and I realised that this was their private dungeon. There was a cross, and various other things I didn't recognise. It was quite small. I knelt before him. "Strip, Tol." It looked like a chair, but the seat was round, like an athletic horse. They sat me astride it, and bound my legs, and my arms behind the chair back. Derek was doing something behind me, and then I felt my arse being gently probed. "It's automatic," he said, as the probe withdrew, and then slowly, slowly, moved into me again. I shivered. "It goes on and on. It gets bigger, and faster." He smiled at me. "It doesn't stop. No matter what. Enjoy, Tol." They kissed me, and left. The probe went in and out, about twice every minute. I was massively hard, dripping precome, ferociously aroused. The seat was quite comfortable, and there was nothing to distract me from the feelings it was giving me; it massaged my prostate with every movement. Slowly, unbearably slowly, it was speeding up, and I was starting to moan. Gavin came back and turned a chair round and sat on it looking at me over the back, smiling. "God, sir... Make it speed up! It's - it's unbearable!" He laughed. "No chance. That would spoil it. Just sit there and take it, brother." I looked at him, and then I came. It was slow, voluptuous and utterly debilitating, and when it had finished, I had had enough. "Sir - let me off it." "Oh lord no, Tol, you've only just begun." He kissed me, laughing, and left. The machine carried on fucking me, in exactly the same rhythm, ignoring my feelings. It forced me through, forced me into another arousal, and now I could definitely feel that it was larger, longer and thicker, and moving faster. It took maybe half an hour, and then Gavin was there again, to watch me come for the second time, straining against my bonds and screaming. "God, sir, please stop it!" The machine, unrelenting, was plunging into me about once every ten seconds now, thrusting in fast, and slowly withdrawing, and I could feel that it was enormous, bigger than any dick I'd taken. It was starting to hurt, hurt badly. "No. This is where it starts to get interesting." It thrust on and on, and they were both watching me now, hugging each other, and I was screaming all the time. And then, in agony, I came for the third time, and it blew my mind. I could feel it, breaking into me, deep, deep into me, unchanging in its rhythm, and I thought I was going to die in pain and ecstasy. "Think he's got some more?" said Derek. "Oh yes, sir. I'm sure of it." I looked at them, my eyes bleary, and started to cry. They cuddled me and kissed me, but the machine continued, and now they watched me all the time. It was taking maybe only a couple of seconds for each thrust, and I was sweating, almost delirious, I scarcely knew where I was. I could feel my body pulsing with it, my organs churning in time with its rhythm, in, in, in, once a second now, its vast bulk invaded me. And finally, after an eternity, another orgasm was wrenched out of me. It took me away, away into another world, pulsing, seething, and I passed out. I came round in their bed. Gavin was lying by me, and my head was on his chest. "Sir - sir, that was unbelievable." He laughed. "I did six, once." "Six! God, sir, I'd die." "I'll miss you, brother. I'll miss you very much. I - I wish you'd caned me, that time." "I wanted to. It would have been so lovely." I was amazed at what I'd said. "But it wouldn't have been right." "Yes. The Master says it isn't your time, yet. But - come back sometime. Come back - and hurt me. Really hurt me." I kissed him, feeling stupidly happy. - 52 "Up, up, up!" Derek pulled back the duvet and we tumbled out of bed. We had slept all three together, although I was too exhausted for sex. Their damn machine had worn me out. "Get ready. We're off - to a party!" We showered. They had clothes for me, a new pair of jeans, a tee- shirt, a white shirt, socks, trainers. I felt absurdly overdressed. Derek and Gavin were both wearing leathers. They looked stunning. We sat for breakfast. "What's the party, sir?" Gavin said. "Winter Solstice. It's December the 21st." "So it is. I'd forgotten." "Also - it's Tol's coming-out party, you might say. You - you won't be coming back with us, Tol." I looked at him. I was expecting this, but it didn't make it any better. "What - what's going to happen to me now, Master?" "I don't know. They've - they've got something lined up." "Who has? Who are they, now?" "Well, it's Paul who's in charge of you, anyhow. It was Desmond, but he seems to have lost that one, thank god." "Interesting, though, Master." "Not decisive. But definitely interesting." "I hate this crap," said Gavin. "Politics, factions, plots... I hate it. I feel - betrayed by them all." "It's that or let the bastards take over. That's it, isn't it, Tol?" It was a new way of looking at it for me. I'd always wanted to make sure that a bastard DID take over; namely, me. But I liked it. I smiled at him. "I hope so, Master. What's happening at the party?" "You won't like the first part. I protested, but it's no good. As usual, we just have to go along. Just hunker down and take it, Tol." "Yes, Master." I was starting to feel nervous. Then we were in the van, and for the last time I left that strange place, the huts standing lonely in the December rain, and we arched across the concrete, and away. "You don't live here, do you, Master?" "God forbid. No, we live in Lorset. I'll be glad to see the back of this fucking place, god's honest truth." I didn't agree. Somehow, it had become dear to me, and I was sad not to have visited the other huts to say goodbye. We hit the motorways, and travelled for a long time, the rain beating on the roof, the wipers flailing. - 53 Our destination was a large house in the middle of nowhere. Although the car park was empty, the lights were ablaze in the chilly, damp evening. We went inside. Derek had a bag with him. A young man greeted us. "Welcome, sir. You are?" "I'm Derek. This is my slave, Gavin, and this is Tol." "Oh, yes. I'm Rob, Master Alex's slave. Let me show you to the - the place." "Thank you." We went along corridors, through doors, and I was completely lost. Then, finally, we were there. It was like a public toilet; a row of wash basins, cubicles. And in place of urinals, a long, stainless steel trough. There was a faint smell of urine and disinfectant, and the hiss of plumbing. It was cold, and the floor was slick. "Here you are. Just what you need." "That will be all," said Derek, when Rob showed no signs of leaving. "Oh, very well. Enjoy!" He left. Derek sighed. "Okay, Tol, get undressed." I obeyed. Then he handed me an odd garment, a pair of briefs, made of rubber. I put them on; they covered my arse, but left my dick and balls open to view. "That'll protect your wounds, anyhow. They didn't like it, but I insisted. Then - Tol, I'm sorry - there's this." He unfolded a long paper banner, and he and Gavin stuck it on the wall over the trough. I stared at it, appalled. It said: I AM FILTH. I TORTURED AN UNWILLING CHILD "Get in the trough, Tol." "Oh, no, sir. Not that. Please. Not that." "Get in the fucking trough! Just do it, Tol!" I obeyed, my mind shrinking. "Put these on. They'll protect your eyes." A pair of goggles. I put them on, and I was blind; the glass was black. "You'll stay here all evening. When you hear the door, you must say: 'I'm Filth. Please piss on me, sir'. Then - then open your mouth. When they've finished, say 'Thank you, sir'. Do you understand?" "Oh god." I was weeping. "Yes, I understand, sir." "Make me proud." I felt his hand on my hair. Then they were gone. I lay in the disgusting trough, weeping. Much later, I heard the door. I said my horrible line, and waited, my mouth open. "I'm Alex," said a voice. "This is my house. Do as you've been told, Tol, and no harm will come to you." "Yes, sir. Thank you sir." "Lie flat, Tol. Head down." And then I felt his piss, warm, on my face, splashing into my mouth, overflowing, running into my nose, soaking my hair. The taste was not what I'd expected; faintly vegetable-like. I thought I was going to vomit. And then he'd finished. "Thank you, sir," I whispered. He left without a word. Then there was a long pause; and then they started to come, sometimes one, sometimes two or three at once. I was soaked, drenched with piss. Some pissed in my mouth, others elsewhere, others moving up and down. One who used my mouth tasted so disgusting that I turned my head, and vomited. The stench rose round me. I felt completely reduced, too valueless even to be humiliated. I was sewage, waste matter, nothing. Occasionally the mechanism would flush, soaking me with freezing water, but it was never enough to get me clean. One man started to punch me and abuse me, but in seconds I heard others charge into the room and remove him. I realised I was under surveillance, and was reassured. I was never aroused, never excited at all, but as time went by and the endless flow of piss continued, I reached a kind of satisfaction. I had done what for me was the worst I could imagine. And I deserved it; this was a symbol, and it meant something to me. Finally, hours later, it seemed, Derek was back. "Okay, Tol, that's it. It's over, thank god. Come on." I clambered out of the trough and followed the sound of his feet. We went to the back of the room, and I heard the sound of a shower. He guided me in, and then he was in with me. He washed my face, and lifted away the the goggles, and I saw him. He was smiling, and he hugged me, swinging me round. "Well done, Tol! Oh, well done, lad!" I laughed. "Was it bad?" he said. "I felt so badly about that..." "I'd - I'd rather not do it again, Master. But - well, it meant something. It was - it was fair." "You'll do, Tol. Yes, you'll do." He washed me all over, kneeling himself to wash my legs and feet, and I didn't protest. He gave me a toothbrush, and I used it there, in the shower, and mouthwash. He made me let the water run through my nostrils, and in the end, I felt clean again. "Let's get dressed, son." "What happens now?" "We join the party. Don't worry. Trust me. It'll be okay." - 54 We came through a door, and we were on a low balcony, maybe a yard above the ballroom below. There were maybe a hundred people there, drinking, eating and talking, mostly men, but some women. The atmosphere was lively and friendly. In the corner a Christmas tree twinkled, and behind us was a vast mandala. On the balcony waiting for us were Gavin and Paul. "Tol!" said Paul, "We meet again." To my amazement he took my hand. Something in me went out to this tall, handsome, elderly man and his quizzical, ironic eyes. "I hope everything is going well, sir." He laughed. "As well as could be expected. I've had a long chat with Derek and that makes me feel a lot better." "I think - I think he was always your friend, sir." "And you just TELL me that? You hear that, Derek?" "It doesn't matter now," I said. "I know you'll keep your word anyhow." "But now I'll think the better of him?" "Something like that, yes, sir," I said, somewhat abashed, and he laughed at me again. "Don't play games with me, Tol. I like you too much for that." I was completely thunderstruck. "Thank you, sir." "What the fuck was all that about?" said Gavin. I noticed that his hands were cuffed behind his back. "I'll explain later," said Derek, his eyes twinkling. I hugged Gavin, and looked into his eyes, holding him. "I love you so much." "Shit," he said, blinking hard. Paul stood looking over the party, and then he clapped his hands twice. There was silence. "Ladies, gentlemen. I have a short announcement to make." He gestured me forwards. "This is Tolgrund Burnley. As you all know, he committed a dreadful crime. And he has paid. He suffered punishment, very terrible and lengthy punishment, and he underwent it willingly. And now, speaking before _Exchange and Balance_, I say that his guilt is clear. I present him to you as your comrade. Welcome him home, in the Lady's name." And then, to my utter astonishment, there was a huge outbreak of cheering. "Say something," muttered Paul. "Don't mention me." I looked at him, miffed for a moment that he could think me so stupid, and he pointed at me derisively. "Ladies, gentlemen. If I am here tonight, it is because of many people who have helped me. Master Alan. Mistress Chris. My dear Master, Master Derek, and his dear slave, Dr Gavin. I have been punished, but I have also learnt - learnt a lot, from all these people. I hope I never betray their trust. And thank you, too - for your welcome. In my wildest dreams I never expected such kindness and generosity." I turned into Derek's arms and they all cheered again. "That was well done," said Paul. "Always flatter your audience." "I meant every word." "Of course you did, my dear. Never lie, and never be insincere." I stared at him. "I'll be keeping an eye on you, young man." He walked off, and I was left wondering why he had spoken to me so openly. Derek looked at me very seriously. "He's giving you his protection." "Yes. But why? It isn't... something you asked for, is it, Master?" "No. I knew you'd have it anyway." "But why?" "He's always looking for likely lads. And lasses, come to that. He looks to the future, something Anthony was useless at, bless him. We need young people like you, son." "People like me?" I said, stupidly. "Strong people, people who play well and have a full set of wits, people with a good sense of what's right and wrong." "Right and wrong? Sir, you know..." "You've learnt. Learnt the hard way. And it's fierce for you, isn't it? Like that time with Gavin. Compare that to Desmond, for example. So ambitious he'd do bloody anything. Vladek - the people of Vostoshy Gorinecz would like a word with him, the few who are still alive. Bastard. Then there's William and Robert - well, you saw. They're fucking moral cripples, Tol, the lot of them. Whereas you, boy, I'd trust with anything and anyone, and that's the truth. I know you, remember." I stared at him, amazed. He always had a new side to him, this astonishing man. - 55 "If you don't mind me butting in," said Paul, creeping up behind us, "There's some people I'd like you to meet." He gestured behind him, and I froze. "Sir, I'm not..." "That damn video, of course. You wouldn't believe the trouble it's caused. Still, I'd like you to meet them, Tol. David? Over here." he called out, and they came over to us. "This is David, and his slave, Tim." David was a handsome man, about the age of Derek, and I shook his hand. Then I looked at Tim, and I was lost. He was eighteen then, his hair was blond, his face still had the delicacy of youth, but it was his eyes that caught me: the greenest of green, and within them, deep within them, the sharply intoxicating aura of the utterly submissive boy. I was struck dumb. But Tim was and still is Tim, and anyone who meets him falls a little in love. "Beep - beep - beep!" he intoned, "Time to wake up!" "I'm sorry," I said, covered with confusion. "'Sokay, I'm used to it." He laughed. "I'm - I'm Tol." I held out my hand. "Uh-uh, handcuffs." And it was true; just like Gavin, his hands were cuffed behind his back. "You don't know the drill, of course, after months locked away in chokey. You wait for my Master to say, 'This is my slave, Tim,' and then you pass your eyes over the top of my head in a scornful sort of way, and thereafter ignore me. Then later you sidle up and offer to fuck me. David, love, give me some more of that wine, I'm parched." "Sorry about this," said David, putting his glass to Tim's mouth. "He's more than usually mad today." "Mad? You're the one who wanted these sodding handcuffs." "It's conventional." "Oh, let's all be conventional, please! A ballroom stuffed with perverts, all being conventional! Lord!" We all laughed. I was bewitched, and intrigued by the way they dealt with each other. "Right," said Tim, "Now's the moment, don't you think, Master? I'll take Tol away, because we've a few things to talk about." "Of you go. Don't get lost." He tipped his glass to me as we walked off, and I realised that for a few minutes he had passed responsibility for his slave to me. - 56 "I'm touched," I said. "Touched? By what?" "That your Master should trust me with you." He stopped and turned to face me. "Maybe one day you'll learn to trust yourself, Tol. Until then, you'll have to put up with other people doing it for you." "I'm sorry. It's all rather new." "I understand. Come along. There's a room down here where we'll be quiet. Then I can give you a blowjob." "What?!" "Come along, for pity's sake. In here." It was a small bedroom, decorated in Victorian style. "Look, does your Master know about this?" He turned to me, eyes flashing. "Listen, dummy. I never do anything without my Master knowing. Never even suggest that again!" "I'm - I'm sorry." "Okay. You weren't to know. I'd no more disobey him than his hand would. Nowadays I couldn't even if I wanted. I'm a total submissive, and my will is under his complete control." "Wow." "Get your clothes off. I'm not blowing you through your trousers." "Whose idea was this?" "It was my Master's decision. Come on. I'm looking forward to this." "But whose idea was it?" "I don't remember. It's not important... Hey, you're big. I like. Lie over here." I lay down the middle of the double bed. Then he was kneeling between my knees, and licking me carefully, deliciously. Occasionally he would look up at me with his green eyes. I melted. He took me in his mouth, and delivered the most dreamlike blowjob I had ever experienced. He was soft, delicate, and completely all enveloping; he took me in his throat with ease, and I floated, floated endlessly, as he held me effortlessly right on the edge for what felt like years. Then I plunged over, as if diving down a waterfall, and crashed into a thousand flecks. "Good god almighty," I whispered. "That was - unbelievable." He smiled at me. He was sitting cross-legged on the bed, licking his lips. "Let me do you. Please." "Nope. I'm saving up. I'll come later, though, maybe, and you can watch. Everyone will watch." I hauled myself up and sat cross legged too, still naked. I felt completely easy with him. He has that effect. "Why did you do that?" "We wanted to give you a present. A welcome back present. We didn't feel easy about the way you've been treated." "Aron is your friend." "Yes, he is. How do you know? Oh yes, that bloody video... I guess in a way we wanted to be here for you, because he isn't. We think Vladek has got him, the creep. We're quite worried." "Yes. Paul said so." And I told him what Paul had said. "So. That's what it comes down to. This would never have happened if it had been done right." "I'm not complaining. What happened to me... it had to be done. I had to be - there had to be punishment. That was right." "We don't disagree. But that's only part of it. They forget who it was who was damaged. It's all so abstract! Can't you see - YOU can be put right by punishment. But things - real things - can only be put right when the person who has been hurt is put right. And that should have been done by you. But you couldn't. They kept you away from him, Tol, and that was wrong." I thought about it, and something clicked. "I think you're right." He shivered. "It's downright creepy when you say things like that. You really know, don't you? What's right, I mean, and what's wrong. It's like looking into a mandala when you say that. Perhaps that's what they meant, when they said you're important." I stared at him. "Me? Important? Who said that?" "The mandalas. _Deep Undertakings_ especially. Why do you think that Maxim agreed to you meeting Aron twice?" I stared at him, disturbed and confused by what he had said. "I don't know about that stuff. I've got - so much to learn." "What are you going to do next?" "I don't know. I think they've got something lined up for me." "Who are they?" "Master Paul, now, I think. Before it was Master Desmond." "Paul. That's good. He's good, Tol." "Yes, I know. I trust him. They came to see me, you know. Paul, and Desmond. And Vladek and some others..." I told the story. "Oh Tol. How dreadful." He bent to kiss my knee. "So Aron wasn't the only one to be abused." "It doesn't compare." "Oh? So it's okay to abuse someone just a bit, is it? It's okay to rape them four times and flog them unconscious, but not okay to do what you did? Think, Tol." I stared at my feet. "Look at me, Tol." I did, and his eyes caught me yet again. "Now tell me. Am I right?" "Yes. Yes, you are." "Thank you." He shivered. "Again. It happened again, didn't it?" "Yes," I whispered. "No one has to tolerate abuse," he said, and this time I could hear his anger, and I wondered about his history. "No one. If we allow that, then everything we do is corrupt, and we should all be in jail. That's why if Desmond and Vladek get to run things, we're finished, we're up the creek. And, I think that's also why we need you, Tol." He paused. "Let's get back. Come on, get your clothes on, lover..." I got off the bed and for the first time he saw my back and arse. "Jesus! He didn't let you off lightly, did he, your Master?" "No. It - it wasn't fun. If - if you and David would go and see Derek, that would be good. Doing all this, it's been hard for him, I think, harder than he says. And Gavin - I love him very much, and he's suffering a lot because of me." "God, you're a lovely person, Tol. You're - you're good, do you know that? Good. I don't know when we'll meet again, but think of us as friends. And don't forget Aron. I know you've tried to, but don't. He is a very special person." "I know." I started to weep then, and he held me for a long time. "And don't forget," I said, finally smiling, "I owe you one." "You'll pay, big boy. With interest." - 57 When I came back to the balcony, it was empty. Tim had slipped away on some mysterious errand, and I was reluctant to join the throng below. I stood, leaning on the balustrade, thinking. "Penny for them." I turned. It was Andrew. "Sir! Oh, sir. It's good to see you." It was true. In all the horror of my capture and trial, his had been the only kindly word, and I hadn't forgotten. He was smiling. "You too, Tol. You're looking good." "I've just been given a blowjob. By Tim." He laughed aloud, and slapped my back. "Yes, conversations with Tim can be a bit - disconcerting." "He gave me a lot to think about, as well." "You can tell me later. Look, Tol, we'd like it if you were to come and stay with me for a while. As my trainee." I stared at him. "That means I would be your Master. I could teach you a lot, Tol. But it's up to you. We won't force you." "I think... I think I'd like that, sir." "Good. Then after this we'll go to my place." "Have you - have you spoken to Master Derek, sir?" "Yes. For a long time. I've learnt a lot about you, Tol. Also - we had a little film show." "A film show?" "The video that Vladek took that evening. He sent me a copy." "He did? Why on earth?" "To show what big, hard men he and Desmond are. I was meant to be impressed, believe it or not." "He must be mad, sir." "A partially-controlled sociopath. That's Chris's assessment." I looked at him sombrely. "I shouldn't judge, sir. I could have ended up like him." "You CAN judge, BECAUSE you could have ended up like him. Anyhow. A number of people have seen the video now. David was spitting with anger, which is bad news for Vladek, because David and Tim are unbelievably dangerous people. Paul just went very quiet, which is another danger sign. Derek was in tears." "I love that man." "I see you do, and I can see why, too. He isn't someone I knew well, but he's impressed me a lot." "I'm not sure - that I'm so pleased about that video being shown to people, sir." "It's okay. You come out of it well." "I don't like to see Master Derek humiliated in that way." "It doesn't humiliate him, largely thanks to the way you behaved. You kept your dignity and you didn't give them an inch." I was feeling cloyed and stifled by so many compliments, so much kindness. "Too many people, being far too nice. I'm not used to it, sir. I think - I think I need a serious whipping." He looked at me, astonished. "You mean it, don't you? You actually mean it. Okay, you'll get it. Tonight. And then - then I'm going to plough your arse, Tol!" "Sir!" I looked at him and burst out laughing. It seemed so unlike him. "Part of the training," he said. "I just have to accept these awful burdens." "I'll - try to lighten the load, sir." "Curly hair," he said, touching it. "Nice. Cute... I think we'll have a lot of fun, slave." "I think so too, Master." - 58 People were beginning to drift back onto the balcony, and there was an air of expectancy in the ballroom. Gavin took me aside. He was bursting with excitement. "Hey! David - he just gave me a blowjob!" I laughed. "And Tim did me. A pincer movement. Brother, I think we were set up!" "David said you'd be going to Master Andrew now." "Yes." "He was very nice. He told me a lot of things... I think I feel a bit better about it now." "I care a lot about you and the Master, you know..." "If you say 'I'll never forget you', I'll fucking kick you, brother. I expect to see you, often. You owe me. You owe me a few whippings, too..." "I'm a slave, Gavin." "No, you fucking aren't. It takes one to know one, and you ain't it." I stared at him in utter astonishment. "But..." "Think about it, Tol. You've got some thinking to do. I'm glad you're going to Andrew. He'll stir you up a bit. You're going to be an important person, anyone can see that." "You already are an important person, Dr Hanford. 'He's a fucking genius, that one.' That's what the Master said. The Hanford Transition. He was boasting about that to those creeps." "He was?" "Absolutely." "But... I'm just a slave." "Fuck it, Gavin. You're a PhD, and a genius. Can't you see how marvellous it must be to have a slave like that? I think you need to do some thinking too, brother, about whether you really need to be rubbish to be a slave." He stared at me. "Okay, okay." He smiled. "There's my Master. I'd better go..." "I heard that," said Andrew, coming up behind me. "That was well said, Tol." "Silly sod, he's so lovely." "Good with his boots, too, judging by your bruises." I felt a flash of anger. "He and Derek were given a job to do. They did it, and it's screwed them up, and now people want to treat them like the fucking SS? A boot's a tool, and it can be pretty damn effective, I can tell you. I'm sorry, sir, but that's unworthy of you." He laughed. "So, not just nice and cute and smiley, then? Thank god for that, Tol. And you're right, and I apologise, even if I didn't mean quite what you think. I meant it when I said you spoke well to Gavin." "I'm - I'm sorry, sir. I guess today has been a bit much." "You're defensive of Derek and Gavin, and I like that. If it helps, I'm sure you know that Derek couldn't give a curse what people think of him." He put his arm round my shoulders. "I like you more and more, Tol." - 59 There was a cheer from down below. We went to see what was happening. and found ourselves standing next to Derek and Gavin. A huge mandala like a blood-red wheel had been hung from the wall, and in front of it a St Andrews cross had been set up. And there, beside it, stood David and Tim. David was stripped to the waist. People stood round in a wide circle. "Oh wow," said Andrew. "This will be fabulous." "Good, are they?" said Derek. "Beautiful." And now David was speaking. "This is for a friend of a friend, who wanted to see it happen. I hope he's here." He undid Tim's handcuffs, and slowly Tim undressed. Every movement was precise and beautiful. There was dead silence while they kissed, long and intensely. And now Tim was hard. David led him to the cross, and bound him to it, using many belts. Tim's body was almost hairless, and slender, a runner's build, the long muscles of his legs and arms defined, the two long ridges of his back flexing now, as he felt his restraints. David held his head, caressed the blond hair and whispered in his ear. Then he chose a many-tailed scourge, and started. He worked Tim up and down, from his shoulders to his thighs, quite gently, and for a long time he was silent. Then I could hear a quiet humming sound, getting louder and louder, until, with Tim's back red, David stopped and whispered to him, and they kissed. He switched to a heavier scourge with only a few tails, and now he was striking harder and harder, and at every blow Tim groaned, louder and louder. We were all standing with our arms round each other, entranced. I was desperately aroused by the thought that this beautiful man had been sucking my dick less than an hour before, talking and laughing with me, and now we were seeing him in agony, and we were guests in the mysterious heart of their relationship. Now David picked up a singletail whip, and he paused, whispering in Tim's ear, letting his hand holding the whip run gently up and down his body. He stood back, and for a moment he was silent, the whip held up to his face, his lips moving, and I realised with surprise that he was praying. Then he launched a ferocious attack, blows cracking out as he ran down Tim's back, each leaving a welt on either side of his back. We held our breath as the pattern emerged, and I could see that in places there was blood. And before the last few blows he yelled "Yes, Tim!" And Tim screamed long, and came. He came as the blows struck, his head flung back, his cries ringing out. David untied him, and they stood embracing for a long, long while. Then David knelt and kissed his hand, and they left us, while everyone cheered. It had taken maybe half an hour, and I felt as if I'd held my breath the whole time. "Beautiful, really beautiful," said Derek. "Wow," said someone. "He came. I've never seen that before." "Is that unusal?" I said to Andrew. "Some people can do it. David and Tim do it all the time. Do you mean - you've done that?" "Yes, with Derek." "Then why don't you show us?" "I'm game if you are," said Derek. I suddenly longed to, to show them all, to show them what this man meant to me. But then I knew I couldn't. "No," I said. "Let Gavin do it. He - he knows you best." Gavin kissed me frantically, and I saw his eyes were wet. "Okay, son, what do say?" said Derek. "Let's go." He smiled. "You'll find our style a bit more - prosaic, maybe." "I'd have thought kicking his face in was more your style," said someone. "Then watch and learn, cumrag." They moved down to the cross. "This will be amazing," I said to Andrew. "Okay, I'll take my lesson." I smiled at him. "This - this is for Tol," said Derek, and I drew a breath. "This is for Tol, because whatever we did, he never prejudged us. And it's for Tol, because he never once complained. And it's for Tol, because even when he was abused, he kept the honour of his Master and his submission. And it's for Tol, because we love him." I was already in tears. Gavin undressed, and Derek tied him to the cross. And he took a single-tailed whip, and around me people gasped. As I expected, he struck three massive blows across Gavin's shoulders. Then he started, slowly and gently, keeping to the shoulders and upper back, speeding up and getting fiercer, gradually, gradually, without pause or change, one single merciless crescendo. And all the time, Gavin made not a sound, not a murmur. Now Derek was striking ferociously, again and again, harder and harder, and Gavin was bleeding, still in total silence. Andrew was gripping me tightly, almost painfully. And then Gavin gave one enormous cry and came, just as I had seen him do before, jetting out almost continuously. Derek dropped the whip, snapped the releases and had Gavin in his arms in seconds, holding him, kissing him. There was a moment's stunned silence, and then deafening applause. "Oh my god," said Andrew. "Oh my god." I looked round at him, and he was in tears. And then: "Look at the mandala, Tol. Look at it now." I looked, and suddenly it seemed to me like a burning wheel of fire, blazing and spitting, churning in the wall. "Go to them, Tol. Quick. Go to them. And then come back here. I've had enough. Let's leave." I ran down onto the floor below. They saw me coming, and opened their arms to me, and we all three embraced. I could think of nothing to say, except 'marvellous, marvellous', over and over again. "Yeah," said Derek. "That'll teach a few of them to fart in church!" We convulsed with laughter. The people watching must have thought we were mad. "Andrew wants to leave now," I said. "Don't blame him. Off you go, lad. You'll see us before long, I'm sure." I kissed them both, and suddenly we were relieved of the pain of parting, and smiled. As I turned to leave, I saw David and Tim approaching them, arms outstretched. ====================================================================== Continued in Part 7 ======================================================================