Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2004 14:24:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Kat Sanders <katsanders@yahoo.com>
Subject: Crime and Punishment

Author's Notes: This story is copyrighted to Kat Sanders as
of 28 June 1999. All the characters are original from this
author's mind and do not take after anyone this author knows
or has seen. Please let me know what you think -
katsanders@yahoo.com.  Thank you!

Crime and Punishment

By Kat Sanders

"Master Paul, we have a problem." Peter turned to his
brother as he walked into the library.

"What kind of problem?" Mater Paul took off his coat and
laid it across the back of the chair. He walked around the
room, taking in the bound forms of their two slaves.

"What have our slaves done this time, brother?" Master Paul
asked.

"It seems," Peter told Master Paul, "our slaves decided it
was their right to give each other an orgasm without our
permission. I walked into the kitchen where they were
suppose to be cleaning up, but instead I found them rolling
around on the floor, sucking each other's cock."

Master Paul walked around to stand in front of their slaves.
Neither slave would look at him. He grabbed them by the
hair, pulled their heads up, and made them look him in the
eyes. Their tears ran freely down their faces. He let their
heads fall, and turned to address his brother.

"They will have to be punished, of course. Have you decided
how you want to punish them?"

"I've had a few ideas, but for such a serious offense, I
thought we should decide their punishment together." Peter
walked over and wrapped his arms around his brother. They
turned as one to stare at their slaves.

The slaves knelt before their masters, heads bowed, arms
tied behind their backs. Their hair fell around them in
disarray. Their faces streaked with their tears. The mouths
gagged. Their nipples were clamped and chained. The chain
traveled down to wrap around their cocks. Their balls were
stretched down and wrapped in leather. Thick leather dildos
stretched their assholes wide.

"They're so beautiful, brother," Peter said. "Almost makes
you forget just how bad our little slaves really are."

"Yes, brother, they are very beautiful. But that is no
reason to not punish them", Master Paul admonished. "They
will be even more beautiful after the strain of their
punishment."

"I know. It's just that they were so lovely rolling around
on the kitchen floor like puppies at play." Peter sighed,
"If only..."

"If only what?" Master Paul chided, "If only they had gotten
you off afterwards? Would you have told me about this crime
of theirs if they had sucked you dry after they had finished
each other?"

Master Paul tightened his grip on his brother's waist when
Peter tried to leave his embrace. Peter relaxed into Master
Paul's arms. Master Paul trailed kisses down Peter's face.

"You are too easy on them, brother. They have to know to
whom they belong. You can't just let them get away with
anything."

"I know, Paul. I know." Peter sighed and hung his head,
"Since I am to soft hearted, you will have to handle their
punishment.

"No!" Master Paul barked, "You will participate. You have to
learn to give them the punishment they need."

Master Paul trailed his hand down Peter's chest to his
groin. Master Paul gently stroked Peter's hard cock through
his jeans. Peter moaned.

"So, to that end, you will punish our slaves, but I will
decide what the appropriate punishment shall be. And I will
supervise your deliverance of their punishment." Master Paul
lifted Peter's chin with his knuckles, "If you don't deliver
their punishment with the amount of force and enthusiasm I
think it deserves, I will take over. Moreover, brother, if I
take over, not only will our slaves' punishment be doubled,
but you will also suffer the same consequences. Do you
understand, little brother?"

"Yes, Master Paul. I understand." Peter felt the tears
forming behind his eyes, "What will their punishment be?"

"First", Master Paul began, "you will whip them as they
crawl to the playroom. Then, once inside, you will strap
them down to the punishment bench and whip them until I get
there. I will be along as soon as I finish my shower."

Master Paul pulled Peter's face to his and devoured his
mouth. Peter groaned and wrapped his arms around his
brother's waist. Master Paul's lips and tongue followed the
outline of Peter's jaw to his ear, and then bit the earlobe.
"And if their asses aren't red and hot by the time I get
there, "Master Paul whispered, "you will join them on the
bench."

Master Paul released Peter from his embrace. He walked over,
picked up his coat, and left the library to the sound of
muffled moans and the striking whip.

**** **** **** **** ****

After finishing his shower, Master Paul stood in the doorway
to his playroom and watched as Peter whipped their slaves.
They made a beautiful picture. Peter was standing behind the
slaves, his whip flashing back and forth between the slave's
asses. The slaves squirming and crying behind their gags,
tears streaming down their faces making them look puffy and
red. Master Paul picked up the instant camera they kept
ready, and took their picture.

Peter looked up from the pair of asses in front of him when
he heard the click and whirl of the camera. Master Paul
could see the fear in Peter's eyes as he looked from Master
Paul, to their slaves and the whip in his hand, and then
back to Master Paul. Peter walked slowly over to Master Paul
and stood in front of him. Master Paul raised Peter's chin
from where he was staring at the floor to look him in the
eyes.

"Was that really so hard, brother mine?" Master Paul licked
away the single tear running down Peter's cheek.

"No", Peter wrapped his arms around Master Paul, and laid
his head on Master Paul's shoulder, "It's just that I hate
it when you are disappointed in me. I know I am softhearted
with our
slaves, but I just cannot help it. I fall in love with every
one of them. I'm sorry."

"Peter, brother, shh, it's okay. I'm not really disappointed
in you." Master Paul ran his hands up and down Peter's back;
"It's just that I worry about you so much. You know we only
keep our slaves for a short amount of time. We cannot afford
full time slaves. And it hurts you every time one of them
leaves. I hate seeing you hurt."

Peter looked up at Master Paul. "Paul, will we ever be able
to keep a full time slave? I want one that can stay, sleep
on the floor at the end of our bed, and that I can shower
with affection." Peter kissed Master Paul's neck.

"Maybe someday, Peter. However, for now, we will have to
make do with the weekend slaves we have before us. And they
need to be punished." Master Paul let Peter go, and walked
behind their slaves.

"Did I do okay? I tried to whip them as hard as you would,
but I'm not sure if I really do it hard enough." Peter
watched as Master Paul ran his hands down their slaves' red
asses.

"Yes, Peter. You did well. Now, I want you to get out the
toy box and get everything ready for me. I added a couple of
new toys since the last time we had the box out." Master
Paul picked up the whip, and continued the slaves' beating.
But where Peter had whipped their asses, Master Paul now
whipped their backs and thighs.

Peter walked across the room, started pulling things out of
the toy box, and setting them where Master Paul could reach
them easily. First, Peter hooked the police issue handcuffs
to the chains hanging from the ceiling. There was a pair of
handcuffs and a length of chain for each slave. He pulled
out both sets of ankle cuffs and the spreader bars to go
with them. He attached the bars to chains hooked to the
floor. When the slaves were hooked up, the chains would keep
them stretched securely between ceiling and floor.

Peter glanced over at his brother before setting out the
various instruments to be used on the slaves. Master Paul
had stopped whipping the slaves, and had started using the
handle of the whip to fuck first one slave than the other.
The slaves were squirming and pleading for release from
behind their gags. Master Paul left the whip hanging from
one slave's ass while he unhooked the other slave from the
bench.

The slave just laid there as Master Paul untied first his
hands and then his feet. Master Paul unhooked the gag and
let it fall to the floor. The slave was pulled upright, and
then propelled toward the first set of chains. His legs
would not hold, and he dropped to the floor about half way
to the chains. Master Paul walked over, and picked the slave
up off the floor. He hoisted the slave over his shoulder,
and carried him the rest of the way to the chains. Then,
Master Paul positioned the slave's hands in the handcuffs
and fastened them around his wrist. The slave hung there as
Master Paul retrieved the ankle cuffs, fastened them around
his ankles, and then tightened the chain between the cuffs
and the floor, until the slave was stretched taunt between
ceiling and floor.

Master Paul picked up a cock shaped gag from the table. He
forced the gag between the slave's lips and down his throat.
The slave could barely breathe. If it were not for the holes
in the gag, he
would not be able to breathe at all. Then, Master Paul
selected a dildo off the table. It was as long as an average
man's cock, and as thick as Master Paul's wrist. Master Paul
pulled a condom over the dildo, and shoved it up the slave's
ass. The slave screamed behind his gag.

Master Paul picked up the spiked cock ring off the table,
and put it on the slave with the spiked side in. He gently
played with the slave's balls until the spikes bit into the
slave's hardened cock. He stretched the slave's balls as far
away from his body as they would go. He encircled the
slave's balls with a thick metal ring. Then, he locked the
metal ring in place. The slave's balls swung between his
spread legs.

Master Paul looked up from his masterpiece to see Peter
matching his efforts with the other slave. Master Paul
smiled to see Peter total absorption in his project. Peter
frowned in concentration, and then ripped a pair of clamps
off his slave's nipples. Peter picked up heavier, tighter
pair and fastened them onto his slave's sore nipples. Peter
always was a perfectionist.

Master Paul picked up Peter's discarded clamps, and turned
back to his slave. He pulled his slave's foreskin over the
head of his cock and fastened the foreskin together with one
of the clamps. The other clamp, he fastened to his slave's
balls. Then, he attached some small weights to the clamps.

Master Paul proceeded to fasten a pair of clothespins to
each of his slave's tits. He also fastened clothespins to
the sensitive skin of his slave's armpits and inner thighs.
The slave squirmed and cried with each new torture. The
slave's cock was rock hard.

Peter's slave cried out as Peter fastened clothespins in a
circle around his slave's balls, and clamps to his cock. "Be
quiet", Peter ordered and slapped his slave's cock. "You are
disturbing my concentration."

Master Paul took a step back from their slaves. "Come here,
brother. Something is missing. You are the artist. Tell me
what it is."

Paul walked over to his brother, and turned a critical eye
towards their slaves. He studied them for a few minutes, and
then move towards their slaves.

"They need to be connected in some way." Paul walked over
and fastened a thin chain to the clamps fastened to the
slave's cocks. Then to the middle of the chain, he attached
several weights. "There! What do you think, brother?"

"I think we should get the camera." Master Paul watched as
Peter's face lit up in a smile, "Yes, a picture to show off
your artist flair to our friends. Our slaves look
wonderful."

"Do you really mean it, brother?" Peter asked.

"Yes, Peter."

"Cool." Peter walked over and picked up the camera. The
camera flashed as Peter walked around the slaves taking
pictures from every angle until he ran out of film.

"Do we have another instant camera, Paul? I want to take
more pictures."

"In the cabinet, Peter. Get the camera ready, but don't take
any
more pictures until after we are finished with out slaves."

Peter walked over to the cabinet and pulled out another
instant camera. He sat it on the table and then crossed the
room to his brother's side.

"So what is next?" Peter asked.

Master Paul picked up his whip and motion for Peter to do
the same. Master Paul walked around behind his slave and
started whipping him. Peter followed Master Paul's action
with his own slave. Master Paul and Peter whipped their
slaves for thirty minutes. By the time, they were finished;
their slaves had marks from the soles of their feet to the
top of their shoulders. The slaves hung limply in their
chains, their breathing labored.

Without a word, Peter walked over, picked up the camera, and
started taking pictures. He took pictures until the slaves
started to recover and started moaning. Then he and Master
Paul pulled on silk gloves and proceeded to take down their
slaves. Every caress of the silk was torture on the slave's
skin. They tried to squirm away from the touches and cried
out when they could not get away.

Master Paul and Peter carried their slaves to the punishment
bench. They position them over it on their stomachs. They
took out their hard cocks, sheath them in condoms, and lined
them up with their slave's assholes. As one, they shoved
their cocks into their slaves' asses, and proceeded to fuck
them. They pulled out before their slaves could cum, pulled
off their condoms, and jerked off over their slaves' backs.

Leaving the slave's decorations in place, Master Paul and
Peter hog tied their slaves, and dropped them on their
pallets at the back of the playroom. Peter looked from their
slaves to Master Paul and flashed his puppy dog look.

"Okay", Master Paul sighed. He never could resist that look.
"You can comfort them-"

Peter's face lit up in a blinding smile.

Master Paul held up his hand, "but, not until tomorrow. In
addition, they have to clean the playroom up first. Then you
can comfort them and let them cum."

Peter walked over to his brother and kissed him hard and
deep, "Thank you, Paul. I love you."

"I love you, too, little brother. Let's go get some sleep."

The End

28 June 1999