A warm and sunny afternoon of June in Brussels: Dick leaves the modern office building of the rue de la Loi where he had his last business talk, a hard one. He feels both relieved and tense, kind of excited. A glance at his watch: 5:30. Free for the evening!

Walking swiftly to his convertible parked nearby, he is attracted by the sight of a young postman on a bike; bent over his handlebar the boy reveals an exciting pair of round buttocks in skintight shorts, nicely spread by the saddle. Dick feels a sparkle at the end of his cock, thinking: Such a nice posture for the whip!

The boy vanishes, but when Dick sits behind the wheel of his car his fly bulges over his swollen prick, and he can’t help grasping the filled cloth for a second: This needs to he taken care of…

Without hesitation Dick drives toward the outskirts, then past the Bois de la Cambre, to the superb Foret de Soignes. He knows the place well, particularly the few right spots for cruising. He goes deep into the woods, through small roads, then turns into a narrow sand path. He stops about a mile further, in the middle of a huge beech grove, in a sort of glade bordered by thick bushes. Not a sound, except for a few birds, when he turns off his engine. But he notices quite a few tracks of wheels on the sandy ground. For a few minutes the young man relaxes, enjoying the mild breeze on his face, and the sight of thousands of rays of sun going through the branches and the leaves of the big trees. Not a soul.., not so far: but it may come!

Dick decides to change into more comfortable clothes. Stepping out of his car, opening his trunk in the back, he starts undressing—jacket, tie, shirt, shoes, trousers—and soon he wears only his white French briefs, and black socks. A quick glance around, and he takes his briefs off, revealing a powerful circumcised cock, at rest, and nicely shaped heavy balls surrounded by a thick tuft of brown curly hair. The buttocks and thighs are strong, the shoulders broad and the waist rather thin; thick and protruding nipples emerge from a hairy chest. The whole body is tanned, except for a small triangle on the front, and gives a feeling of health and utter manliness. As for the face, the features are regular under short dark hair. Dick knows the impression he gives and feels pretty sure of his power of attraction. He certainly is the opposite of the sissy type which he hates.

Enjoying the soft air on his bare skin for a moment, he picks up a bag in the trunk from which he gets a pair of small black leather shorts it’s definitely too warm to wear leather jeans-and puts them on. They are skintight and outline both his buttocks and sex. He buckles a large black belt around his waist, then takes out a pair of high knee black leather boots and a leather jacket, which he puts on. Thus dressed, he feels happy: anyway, nobody should be mistaken, and he loves the feeling of excitement he derives from wearing this obvious “uniform.”

He sits back in his car, starting to wait, with the radio tuned to a Mozart piano concerto, smoking. He takes the riding crop from under his seat it is always there, just in case and plays with it, testing once more its suppleness. Quite a while indeed since it was used, but God knows it has “kissed” many boys’ asses!

The slow movement of the concerto ends when the noise of an engine arouses him. Soon a car appears at the bend of the path, driven by a young blond boy, nice-looking with his blue eyes and his curly hair. The car slows down, goes by Dick’s; their eyes meet without flinching. The boy parks his car a little further on, then steps out: tall, very thin, wearing skintight white pants and white shirt opened to the waist on a completely hairless chest. Dick feels the excitement mount in his groin while the boy walks back to him, past his car, glancing from time to time. He can only see Dick’s face and the leather jacket opened on the bare skin. He moistens his lips, looking straight at Dick, and the bulge in his white pants increases. Dick smiles back, still playing with the crop on his lap, without moving from his scat. The boy walks slowly back and forth, not daring to come too near Dick’s car.

After a little while of that game. Dick suddenly opens his door and steps out of the car, holding the crop in his hand. The boy is startled by his appearance, and for a few seconds his eyes swing from Dick’s boots to his bare thighs under the leather shorts, and back. Then he discovers the whip, with which Dick lightly hits his right boot.., and turning around he quickly walks back to his car leasing without another look, making his engine roar.

Dick has followed the scene laughing silently, striking his boot hard when the boy turned around and it made a cracking sound in the silence of the woods. When the car is gone, he throws the whipping instrument on the seat of his car no need to be so frightening at first! He walks around the car, looking at his silhouette in the shiny body, then goes inspecting the bushes nearby; nothing has changed, and they still make a perfect shelter for a first approach….

He has to wait for quite some time before another car appears on the small road. He stops walking, near his own vehicle, with his legs well apart, hands on hips. When the car slowly passes by the boy behind its wheel can have a full view of Dick bare skin and leather whose face shows a stern expression. After a short hesitation the car stops almost at the same place as the first one, and for a while the boy does not move. Dick does not move either, but he knows the boy looks back at him in his driving mirror; he can see his eyes, can feel them on him. This causes a mounting excitement, and he lets a satisfied smile appear on his lips.

A moment later the boy steps out of his car (rather short but well proportioned, about 25, fair hair and dark eyes, wearing tight jeans, a T-shirt and white tennis shoes), and walks quickly toward the bushes without a glance at Dick, then disappears behind them. Dick can hear the sound of his steps on the dead leaves fade away, then stop. A few more faint noises.., then nothing.

Without haste Dick steps forward to the bushes, enters the darker undergrowth, heading to where the boy might be. For a while, moving slowly, he cannot see anything; but going further he discovers the white spot of the T-shirt behind a thick clump of shrubs. Walking around them he gets suddenly the look of the boy, facing him: he has taken off his jeans, which lie in front of him on the ground, and he stands naked, in full erection, his hands behind his back. Their eyes meet for a second, then the boy lowers his eyes, staring down at Dick’s boots, as if fascinated. Dick moves forward at the same slow pace, his heart pounding, until he stops a few yards away from the naked boy, scrutinizing his face, his body (very muscular), his sex (thick and short with its red head and big hanging balls), his powerful hairy legs. Dick’s cock throbs under the tight leather.

The examination is pleasantly prolonged for a while, then Dick snaps his finger to make the boy approach. The boy obeys at once, his eyes still riveted to Dick’s boots. Another snap and the boy stops. Dick slowly unbuckles his belt, and doubles it in his right hand; the boy’s prick throbs frantically, and his body shivers.

“Aren’t you ashamed to expose yourself naked?” Dick’s voice is low, tense, harsh.

“…Yes, sir!”

“You know you deserve to be punished?”

“…Yes.” The voice is almost inaudible.

“Louder!”

“Yes, sir!”

“Then you will be punished—at once! Turn around!”

“Please, sir.” And the boy falls on his knees, embracing Dick’s boots. “… Don’t whip me! Not now! I know I need a punishment, but.., please, please, sir, don’t give me the belt…”

Grasping him by the hair. Dick brutally puts the boy’s head against his leather-clad crotch.

“Boy, you’ll learn I am the Master! And when I say turn around you’d better turn around. And if I decide to whip your ass with my belt, your ass will get the belt—and you’ll have to thank me for it. Understood?”

He obliges the boy to raise his head from his own hard cock and to look at him from below. The boy gasps. Dick repeats, shaking the boy’s head: “Understood?”

“Yes.., sir!”

“So now, stand up! I am definitely going to whip that bottom of yours, but since you begged for a delay, well, O.K.! I’ll give you a good spanking first, to warm you up. Isn’t that fair?”

“As you say, sir!” And the boy stands up as ordered.

“That’s better, boy! Now let’s go over there so I can slap your buttocks in the proper position.”

Dick, holding the boy firmly by his hard prick, leads him to a stump. He sits on it, showing the boy his left thigh. “Come on! Into a spanking position, like a naughty boy!”

The boy lies flat on Dick’s thigh, bottom up, his hard prick pressed between his own belly and Dick’s firm muscles. Dick can admire the strong buttocks; he caresses them, pinches them lightly.., spreads them, discovering the brown quivering anus which he probes with a finger. He checks the hardness of the base of the boy’s prick, under the balls. He loves this moment that precedes the start of punishment. He loves to delay the time of the first blow feeling anxiety mount within the culprit. In a minute his fingers will print their red marks on the white skin. “When were you punished last, boy?”

“Two weeks ago, sir.”

“How?”

“I got whipped, sir.”

“Not very severely. I guess. There’s not the slightest mark left.”

“It was severe enough, though.”

“You are a man; you need a man’s punishment. And you’d better take it as a man, when it comes. I hate girls. I warn you.”

“What’s your name?”

“Jean, sir.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-seven, sir.”

“O.K., Jean. I’ll give you 27 good whacks on your buttocks, to start, and you will count them aloud.”

Feeling the tension in the boy, happily conscious of his humiliation. Dick grasps him firmly by the waist, pressing him hard against his thigh. He raises his hand and brings it down with all its strength. His palm hits the left buttock with a loud crack which mixes with Jean’s moan.

“Well?”

“One, sir. Sorry, sir!”

“I advise you not to forget anymore. I have a very efficient riding whip in my car. One more mistake in counting and not only will we start the spanking all over again, but you’ll also get a good dozen with the whip. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.” says the boy hastily.

“Now we start again….”

Dick raises his hand and brings it down hard, slapping each buttock in turn, regularly, without a rest, almost like a machine. Jean counts: “One.., two.., three.., nine.., ten.., ouch! eleven.., twelve.., ouch!.., thirteen.., oh please, sir!.., fourteen. He tries to protect his backside with his hands, but Dick’s grip is strong. The boy’s buttocks grow red and bruised under Dick’s eyes, as his fingers imprint their marks on the flesh.

“Twenty-one.., twenty-two.., please.” It is almost a sob, while the buttocks dance frantically under the slapping hand. A last, loud crack: “Twenty-seven…”

Jean is breathing hard, his body relaxing little by little against Dick. A short silence, then Dick: “Well?”

“Oh!.., thank you, sir.”

“What for?”

“For spanking my ass.”

“Good boy. I’m sure you’ll behave better from now on. But I want you to thank me better, before you get that promised whipping with the belt.., remember, Jean?”

“Yes, sir, but…”

“No ‘but’,” and Dick’s hand again hits the sore buttocks.., twice Jean can’t help uttering a cry of pain. “Stand up!”

Jean raises from Dick’s lap, facing the man who also stands up, feeling the pleasant burning of his palm. For the first time since the start of the punishment their eyes meet. Dick is smiling a bit cruelly, and there is an expression of fear on Jean’s face, as if he expects to be slapped. Dick’s smile increases: “No better way to express one’s thanks than sucking one’s Master’s prick—no better reward for the slave either, don’t you think?”

“Right sir,” and the fear fades away from his face.

Dick lowers his shorts, revealing the red, juicy cock, springing hard. Jean kneels down in front of his Master, starts to kiss the dripping head, then swallows the whole tool. Dick holds the boy’s head, pressing it against his groin: “Moisten it well, Jean! I am going to fuck you, and fuck you hard! You’ll feel it up your ass….”

Only then he notices a faint noise, and suddenly realizes that there is someone around. Two young motor cops, in their black leather uniforms, still wearing their helmets, are watching the scene. One of them plays with a riding crop, and Dick recognizes the whip he had left on the seat of the car. With a pang in his chest he steps back, pushing Jean’s head away from his cock and making him stand—at the same time revealing to the policemen the evident signs of correction on the boy’s purple ass. A glance from Dick makes the youth turn his head and discover the two leather men, tall, impressive and amazingly still.

For a while the four men stare at each other, without a move, without a word. Dick and Jean lose their erections, and Dick starts to pull his shorts up. The tallest of the policemen, the one with the crop, steps forward and speaks sharply to Dick: “Hold it! Take those shorts off! I want both of you bare-assed!”

“You have no right…” but before he can say another word, the policeman grabs Dick by the arm, forces him to bend and gives him three violent strokes of the crop across his leather-clad buttocks. Dick gasps for breath.

“This is just a warning! We know how to use a whip, too!”

Then freeing Dick: “If you don’t give me those shorts right now you’ll get a lot worse.”

“That’s.., police brutality!”

“Really? Nicolas! Did you hear what this gentleman just said? You’ll make a report.., with the rest?”

“Sure, Chief!”

After another taste of the whip across his ass. Dick reluctantly takes off his shorts and hands them to the cop. His naked buttocks show a few thin red lines where the whip has stung through the leather. This short scene, the sight of those lightly marked buttocks, make Jean’s prick start to harden again, despite the situation. His own buttocks burn like hell, and it was exciting to see his “Master” being cropped like a child. But he soon realizes what all this means. Panic-stricken, as Dick, he suddenly foresees the repercussions of the scandal on his family, his friends, his work….

As if to embody his fear, the two policemen start questioning them, the Chief taking care of Dick. Nicolas speaking to Jean: name, age, address, profession. Everything is written down. The cops are cold, precise, efficient.., showing no feeling. They don’t seem in a hurry, while Dick and Jean feel uncomfortably naked, bare ass and genitals exposed in front of the leather men. Dick feels a mixture of rage, humiliation and fear which he tries hard not to show. He answers briskly to the Chief, who has put the crop under his right arm. Dick cannot help imagining how rewarding it would be to lash that cop’s backside with it….

Jean does not try to hide his humiliation and his replies to Nicolas show his panic. His eyes search for Dick’s, as if to find courage and reassurance. He feels strangely close to his “Master” of a few moments ago. Dick shares this sense of complicity, but when he finally meets Jean’s eyes he regrets his inability to grab the crop and lash the boy’s ass to make him behave with more dignity. Jean understands his furious look and instinctively puts his hands on his buttocks, as if to protect them. This gesture, the sight of the glowing cheeks on the boy, the presence of the leather uniforms (shiny from boots to helmet), create a certain noticeable tension in the policemen, all of which makes Dick’s prick begin to rise and harden.

The two cops observe it and exchange a glance. Their inquiry completed, the Chief puts his notebook back in his jacket and looks Dick straight in the eye.

“Now, boys, you’ll have to follow us to the police station, and I’m sure you know what all this will mean to you.” He pauses, then still eye to eye and with a casual voice: “Unless…”

Slowly the Chiefs look goes down to Dick’s prick—which throbs slightly—and takes the crop from under his arm. He plays with the supple black leather switch, glancing at Jean’s cock, which immediately starts to raise and grow. The two young men hesitate to understand, but the invitation is explicit. But it’s also such a surprise that a same expression of incredulity shows on their faces. In a flash they realize they might escape the court, the sentence, the scandal. Yet they also fear the danger of being at the mercy of these strong young brutes. Dick, the first to speak, seeks a clearer understanding. Trying to sound natural, he says: “Unless?”

“Well, boys, I’m sure you understand perfectly. We don’t particularly care if your lives are ruined by a scandal, which will undoubtedly happen if our reports become official. However, there is no question of letting you go without any sanction. I’m sure you agree with that. Now, not only do we knowhow to use a whip, but it happens that we like to use it on boys who deserve it as you evidently do.”

“It’s a kind of blackmail, isn’t it?” Dick’s intonation is provoking.

The crop is expertly bent between the hands of the Chief, who says almost softly: “I would not use that kind of language, sir, if I were you. It might prove to be extremely painful on your ass if you finally chose to escape the official law for a more intimate punishment.” Then, in a harder tone: “Nobody is going to force you. The fact remains that you have to be punished for a rather serious offense. This you cannot deny. You simply have the option to choose the kind of punishment. I’d say you are rather lucky! A sound hiding never killed anyone as you seem to know better than anyone else! And God knows you need one, both of you!”

Then, as if giving a final order: “Make up your minds, quickly!”

Jean steps forward, shyly. “All right by me….”

Dick cuts him sharp, and addressing the two cops: “What exactly are your terms?”

The Chief laughs. “When you started on Jean’s buttocks, did you tell him your terms? And that riding whip in your car clearly indicates that you play hard when you get the chance. Well, it will be good for you to be tanned and humiliated. Our terms? You will be our slaves for sex—as you intended to make Jean your slave for sex. How and when we please.”

The two cops are certainly impressive, and they will no doubt be tough. But they cannot go too far, else they’d be in trouble themselves. But it will certainly be very painful. Regardless. Dick has also chosen, despite the fact that he has long since ceased to be M, as he was when, much younger, he fell in love with that beautiful brute named Mark.

The cracking of his crop on the Chiefs tool makes him come back to reality. The Chief shows his impatience. “Yes or no?”

Dick meets Jean’s eyes; they are imploring.

“O.K. You win.”

“YOU win,” says the Chief laughing. “It will do you two a lot of good, and you might even enjoy it. Let’s go. No, no! Without pants, boys!”

“But….”

“No buts anymore! From now on you obey, and you’ll soon learn not to make us repeat an order! As for your pants, you won’t get them back before the session is over. And if by chance someone sees you when we get to the cars, it will be a good lesson for you. As a matter of fact, carry your whip, Dick.”

They go back to their cars, in the open, bare-assed, followed by the two policemen who are thus able to admire the nice rears of their slaves. The two enormous blue Harley-Davidsons are parked there, too. So, they are real policemen, a condition which Dick had doubted a bit so far. As a matter of fact, the cops make them go to the bikes, and for a moment the boys wonder if they will have to leave their cars. From a saddlebag the Chief takes what seems at first to be simple chains, of heavy glittering iron. The Chief gives one to Nicolas, who orders Jean to come to him.

The Chief makes Dick face him. He grabs the man’s sex and puts prick and balls through an iron ring to which several chains are attached. The ring is rather narrow and it hurts when the Chief forces Dick’s balls through it. Two chains cross the groin on either side of the genitals and are expertly tied al the back, while the third is dangling down between his legs. The Chief makes him bend over the saddle of the bike, spread his legs, and Dick feels the cold chain in the crack of his ass.

“Spread your buttocks!” orders the Chief.

Reluctantly Dick obeys, red in the face at the thought of exposing his brown. He tries to cheat, but a hard slap makes him spread his cheeks. He sees the cop take two strange pieces out of the saddlebag. One is made of red rubber: a kind of over-sized tit, rather short but with a thick bulge at one end. The other seems to be a round metal plate. The first item is handed to Nicolas, and although he cannot see the Chief, Dick realizes that this piece will be fixed to the chain and thrust up his ass. Instinctively he takes his hands off his buttocks and raises, but a formidable whack lands on his ass, while the Chiefs other hand holds his neck and makes him take his former position.

“I’ll punish you later for that rebellion, boy! Now, spread your cheeks or I’ll cut your ass with that crop of yours!”

Dick obeys and he can see by a glance to the side that Jean is going through the same process. The Chief presents the “tit” to his mouth. “Suck it, and wet it good if you don’t want it to hurt your precious little asshole when it fills it. And no lip, or I’ll flog you. Keep those cheeks spread!”

Dick hates to be fucked: even when Mark had fucked him in the past he had resented it. But he knows he will have to accept this. He sucks the hard rubber “tit,” which is enormous in his mouth. Soon he feels the fingers of the Chief probe his ass, then the “tit” is taken out of his mouth and forced up his hole. Narrow and untrained, it cannot lake the bulge without making him utter a cry. The sphincter relaxes around the narrower part of the dildo, and he feels relieved. He feels the iron plate being fixed to the chain in his crack, which in turn is fixed to the other chains at his waist. A slap on the ass. “Now you can raise, boy!”

The Chief shows him a small key. “You can’t get rid of that contraption unless I unlock it. So we’re absolutely sure now that you won’t try to escape.., which, of course, would be pure nonsense, as we discussed before.”

Dick can see the lock imprison Jean, and he cannot help feeling some excitement at the sight of the boy in chains. They are placed in their cars, and the strange convoy leaves, preceded and followed by the cops. The feeling of his bare skin on the leather seat of his convertible gives Dick a pleasant feeling, although his tightly plugged asshole is a bit painful. On his part. Jean can’t help being aroused by the feeling of the “tit” inside him. He drives with one hand, the other playing with his hardened prick. He is particularly excited to be driving. They meet a few cars bare-assed.

They take only the forest roads. The sun is low by now, and becomes their only indicator of direction. After some fifteen minutes over very small and winding roads, they turn into a path half covered with grass. This leads them to an open space in the woods, where a small brick wall surrounds a kind of a courtyard with a red brick barn in the middle. The Chief opens the gate and closes it behind them when the cars and the bikes have entered. Then he opens the large double door of the barn, and directs the cars to park inside before they bring in the bikes. To the left, a few wooden steps lead to what Dick and Jean, who have been ordered out of their cars, discover to be a kind of a roughly paneled room with a plain wooden floor. It is big and has no ceiling except for the tile roof over its wooden framework. Small round openings, almost at the top of the walls, provide a rather dim light.

There are several mattresses on the floor, a long, heavy kitchen table in the middle of the room with two narrow benches on each side, a big wooden chest along the wall at the end, and a strange stool, with two extra legs sticking out in the air. A few iron rings are scaled in the walls, with chains and straps hanging from them. And in the corner, incongruous, almost obscene, a toilet seat and a bidet, side by side, while and glittering in the half light.

Nicolas, who comes in last, locks the door behind him. The Chief says: “Now boys, we’ll see if you’re men enough to take your punishments. But first you’ll have to sign your acceptance and our reports, just in case!”

He draws the papers from his jacket and throws the sheets on the table, ordering the two boys to approach. They are handed pens and Jean bends to sign when Dick shouts, “Don’t, Jean!”

The Chief walks briskly up to him and slaps him hard in the face, twice. His voice is filled with anger. “You don’t give orders anymore, you bastard! You’ll learn the hard way that you’re our slaves. You’ll be severely punished for this, but first you sign, both of you, or your asses will suffer for it!”

“Look. Chief…” But Dick can go no further, as the Chief yells at him: “Shut up!”

He makes Dick bend over the table, brutally; his grip is like iron, and Dick knows he could never win. He hears the voice of his tormentor, low with rage: “Sorry for you if you’re not ready to play the game; but you have accepted it, and now it’s too late. I swear I’ll make you realize that, from now on, WE are the Masters. Nicolas! Bring me the black cat!”

Nicolas goes to the chest, opens it and brings back a heavy whip with a short handle, covered of the same black leather that the thongs are made of. He hands it to the Chief who orders: “Nicolas, keep that bastard on the table! Hold his shoulders.., and you. Jean, you hold his legs. Better hold them tight if you don’t want to take his place.”

Dick, mastered, clenches his teeth and also his buttocks. He suddenly seems ten years younger, back to the time when he had first discovered leather and discipline with Mark. He was often laid on a table then, to get whipped by his Master-lover. It’s almost the same words he used to hear then, when the Chief says in a low, excited tone: “You’ll get twelve of the best on your ass, Dick, and as soon as it’s over I want you to kneel in front of me and thank me. Then return to the table and sign. If you don’t, you get another series.., and again.., and again, if necessary. Understand?”

“Yes, sir!” And Dick suddenly feels like the young boy Mark trained and punished so often. He answered the Chief with the same, small, frightened voice, almost unwillingly. Despite his fear, knowing that this punishment will certainly be much harder than any he ever took from Mark, he can feel his prick hardening, pressed between his belly and the rough wood of the table. But when the first blow hits him, cutting his buttocks and hips after a familiar hissing sound, he cannot help but jerk and moan under the unfamiliar pain.

The Chief whips him regularly, without haste, aiming at the buttocks and upper thighs, handling the whip with strength. Each stroke leaves several red dots, preceded by pink lines, which slowly begin to swell. Jean is looking from under Dick’s backside with fascination. The youth who had acted as his Master such a short time ago is now being whipped in front of him by a powerful policeman in leather. He’ll never forget the sight of that chained, invested ass being criss-crossed with deep red marks. The sight, the noise, the cries, also the smell of sweating bodies.., if he did not need his two hands to hold Dick’s ankles…. On top of it all, he knows that his turn will certainly come soon, and that thought-despite the fear of the pain-increases his excitement.

By the seventh stroke, Dick’s moans become genuine sobs, and soon he screams, fights desperately to escape. But the thongs bear down, biting his sore backside again and again. The pain is nearly unbearable, and he collapses into unrestrained sobbing and begging.., all sense of shame is gone.

“Please! Stop! Please; oh, please!.., my ass… I’ll do.., anything…”

The room reverberates with his cries and pleas, mixed with the regular cracking of the whip on his flesh and always the characteristic hissing sound before. When it’s over, he remains a moment on the table, trying to recapture his breath, well after Nicolas and Jean have let go of him. The sobbing stops.

“Well?” the Chief asks curtly, still holding the whip.

Dick remembers. He rises painfully, his ass burning, his prick limp, all his muscles sore. He faces his master, falls on his knees as he had been ordered, a grimace of pain on his face. “Thank you, sir.” The voice is low and hoarse; there are tears in his eyes which he does not even try to hide.

“Louder!”

“Thank you, sir.”

“For what?”

“For punishing me….”

“How did I punish you?”

“With the cat, sir.”

“Where?”

“On my ass.”

“You deserved it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Will you obey me now?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then stand up, and sign those papers!”

Dick stands and signs the evidence of their fault. After him Jean signs, without any problem. His cock is still swollen and dripping as Nicolas grabs him by the fleshy projection.

“It seems you enjoyed a bit too much, seeing your friend being whipped. But your turn will come, and we’ll see if you look so triumphant then! Chief, how about a good long spanking to teach that boy some manners?”

“Good idea; it’ll do him a world of good.., calm him down too! Anyway, it’s time to free those holes for better use!”

They unlock the chains from the two young men, and the rubber dildoes are roughly taken out as both captives are forced to bend over. Each utters a short cry when the thickest part is yanked from his anus. The pricks and balls are also freed from the rings. Inspecting the “tits,” Nicolas says to Jean: “Better be clean next time, or you’ll get a very special punishment. Ever had a proper enema?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, you’re lucky we don’t have enough time for it tonight. But if this ever happens again, you won’t escape the double enema.”

The two youths look at each other in real panic: “next time”… “if it happens again”? They have no opportunity to think about the meaning of this. The Chief says to Nicolas: “We have enough time to make him clean the dildo, though.”

“Sure, Chief!” He holds the soiled rubber tit to Jean. “Suck it clean, boy!”

“Please, sir, no,” he begs.

“NOW!” yells Nicolas.

Jean’s face shows an utter repulsion and when the rubber piece is put against his lips, he withdraws and turns his head on the side. Nicolas smiles. “Well! I said I’d spank you, and now

you’re going to get the whipping of your life, boy! Even if my hand aches for a week, it’ll never hurt half as much as your ass. In the end you’ll be only too happy to suck that dirty thing clean. I can assure you of that!”

Holding the dildo to Dick: “Keep it in the meantime, and remember this lesson’s for you too!”

Nicolas sits at one end of the bench, as if riding it, and makes a sign to Jean. “Come here, boy. Take the position you know how!”

Jean obeys, slowly, lying across the large leather-clad thigh of the cop, who grabs him firmly by the waist. The Chief goes around the table, pushing Dick in front of him, so that they face the exposed buttocks which still show the red marks of Dick’s earlier punishment. They can see Nicolas’ wide palm descend on the young boy’s ass with a cracking sound. Each blow is a hard one, definitely harder than the ones Dick had given, and the flesh is quivering. The rhythm is rapid, and soon the marks go from red to blue. Dick starts counting the blows, momentarily forgetting his own painful buttocks. By the thirtieth, Jean starts to moan.., a dozen more and he’s crying, then begs for mercy. Without stopping nor even slowing down, Nicolas yells: “Shut up, or I’ll give you a real reason to cry!”

Jean makes an effort to control himself, but he soon starts crying again. Nicolas stops for a moment. “Do you really want the crop instead?”

“Oh! No, sir,” quickly, between two sobs, from under the bench.

“Then behave like a man! And remember this: I won’t stop until you promise to suck that rubber dildo clean. Even then. I’ll give you an extra dose so that you won’t forget next time. Now, are you ready to clean that prick?”

“Please, sir….”

The slapping starts again, brutally, and the efforts made by Jean to escape the punishing hand become frantic. But the cop’s grip around his waist only allows the ass to dance wildly, while the feet kick in every direction. Jean has received well over a hundred whacks, and Dick suddenly realizes he has a formidable hard-on himself. The feel of the Chiefs leather crotch pressed against his burning rear increases his excitement, and he presses his ass against the leather pants, almost unwillingly. The Chief is evidently quite excited, for his tool is very perceptible under the protecting leather. He grabs Dick’s cock and balls in his big hand, twisting them viciously. Dick, despite the pain in his nuts, almost comes.., and the Chief can feel it!

“Easy, boy!” He drops Dick’s cock to pinch his nipples, twist them, pull them, press them hard. Surprised. Dick utters a shriek which momentarily masks the sound of Nicolas’ whacks on Jean’s buttocks and the screams of the boy. Dick has lost track of the whacks when he hears Jean shout between two cracks: “I’ll suck! Please, stop!”

Nicolas gives him a good dozen more, while the boy screams at the lop of his voice, promising everything. Then the cop stops. The boy’s buttocks are completely purple. The flesh is swollen and bruised, and burning hot. Jean stands up in a sea of pain, unbalanced, tears in his eyes. But his prick is almost as hard as before. Nicolas smiles rather gently: “Do you understand what a spanking means with me?”

“Oh! Yes, sir!”

“Now, go to Dick. Take the rubber prick in your mouth and bring it back to me.”

Jean obeys, and when Dick holds the red rubber to him Jean closes his eyes while he swallows the whole “tit.” He stumbles back to the seated cop, who pats his balls and swollen prick. “Back in position, to finish up with that punishment. You keep the rubber dildo in your mouth and you suck it well so that it’s perfectly clean when the spanking is over.”

With a sigh Jean lies again across the cop’s thigh. Nicolas starts slapping his ass, at which Dick cannot resist seizing his cock.

“Who allowed you to masturbate?” the Chief shouts at him, and twists Dick’s nipples so hard that the young man feels they are being torn away. “You vicious bastard, you love to see that boy punished, don’t you?”

As Dick does not answer at once, fascinated by the endless spanking in front of him, the Chief makes him bend. “Don’t you?” he repeats, giving Dick’s ass two formidable, resounding whacks.

“Yes, sir…”

The sight of Dick’s ass, well marked by the whipping, now excites the cop. He thrusts two fingers deep into the young man’s hole, at which Dick tries to straighten up, clamping his anus about the probing fingers. He is so concerned with his own problems, he does not realize that Jean’s punishment has finally ended. The other’s sobbing has just stopped when Dick hears the Chief: “Nicolas, bring me that leather crop from the chest, will you? This boy apparently needs it.”

Immediately Dick loosens his muscles and the fingers push deep inside him. “You begin to understand, Dick. But I can’t ask Nicolas to bring this crop and then not use it. Kiss it, boy!” And Dick feels the soft, cold leather on his lips. He kisses it while the Chiefs fingers work in and out of his asshole. He is still kept in his bent-over posture when he hears the hissing sound, only a moment before he gets the first stroke across his buttocks. The pain seems absent at first, but Dick knows it is going to mount. Then the second, and the third strokes make him gasp. It takes him a few seconds, even after the Chief has freed him, to recover his composure. When he can finally breathe, but while the pain in his flesh is still overwhelming, he again hears the Chiefs voice. “Well. Dick… I’m waiting!”

Remembering the ritual, Dick turns around and kneels in front of his Master, who slowly starts opening his fly, taking out his cock.., a huge, long, reddish monster, which springs out of the leather pants. Dick knows he will have to suck it; the smile on the Chiefs face tells him this. Despite the cheesy odor. Dick licks the big knob, then swallows the whole mast. He starts working on it with his tongue, while his hands fumble with the hair and the balls. Abruptly he is pushed away and led to Jean, who is held down, bending over the table by Nicolas. His legs are wide apart, the crack wide open, the brown hole fully exposed. The Chief orders: “Eat it!”

“No!” He has not stopped to think of what might happen, and now the crop makes him change his mind. He promises to do anything; indeed, he would do anything to escape that vicious whip. With no further hesitation, he does suck Jean’s hole, pushing his tongue as far as he can. He feels the soft interior respond, while the Chiefs fingers again work into his own hole. The Chief asks Jean: “Does he do it right, or does he need some.., training?”

Dick is relieved to hear Jean: “It’s good, sir. Oh! So good!”

Then he hears Nicolas say softly, and he wonders what it means: “Chief, it’s time. I can’t wait anymore anyway….”

“O.K., Nick!”

When the two young men are ordered to stand, they discover that Nicolas is entirely naked except for his boots: a large, magnificently proportioned body, quite hairy, but with a relatively small prick which he is tossing nervously on the palm of his hand. The Chief lowers his pants, revealing an extremely powerful pair of buttocks and thighs, very white against the black leather. His prick, his enormous prick, stands triumphant, almost vertical. Each cop takes a small whip in his hand, and they order the captives to that strange stool they had noticed when they first came in. Jean lies on his back, and his legs are tied against the two legs which stick out in the air. Thus his buttocks (just beyond the edge of the stool) are offered and at a perfect height to be fucked. A large leather strap secures his waist to the stool. His hands are also restrained, bound along his sides by the same strap. In order to be sure that he is tied properly, the Chief gives him a few heavy strokes with that small whip, striking the buttocks and thighs, skillfully avoiding the balls. Despite his efforts. Jean cannot move. Dick is then ordered to bend over Jean, his head on the young man’s groin. He has to take Jean’s cock in his mouth, and he can feel the flesh hardening under his tongue. His own prick is directed into Jean’s mouth. Dick’s legs and arms are tied to the four legs of the stool, and although nothing holds his body he cannot move more than Jean when Nicolas whips his upturned buttocks.

“Suck each other, boys. You’re about to get the fucking of your lives!”

The two captives feel fingers greasing their holes, and each can see what happens to the other Jean from under Dick’s groin. Dick from above Jean’s groin. Thus Dick can see the Chief center his huge prick against Jean’s hole and roughly drive it in, while he feels Nicolas force his cock into his own asshole. Jean has watched the smaller tool entering his former Master’s anus, and Nicolas’ balls are now rubbing his forehead. Each can follow, from the vantage point of only a few inches, the frantic pumping against his companion. At the same time, each can feel the cock within his own body. Hardly able to move, they still respond, and soon the four bodies swing quicker and quicker. Heavy, gasping groans fill the void of the barn. All of them are drenched in sweat. The Chief reaches under Dick’s belly and starts pinching Jean’s nipples.., hard! He feels the tension increase around his prick, indicating that the youth is ready to come. He then accelerates his pace. Dick is fascinated both by the sight and by the smell of leather. Finally, with a kind of savage neigh, the Chief lets his load blast out in long bursts, filling Jean’s battered hole. At the same moment, Dick’s mouth is filled with Jean’s thick semen, and he feels himself about to do the same. Then Jean’s teeth press down on his sensitive knob, and he too erupts.., violently, causing his own anus to squeeze in desperate spasms around Nicolas’ cock. After a few more frantic thrusts, the young cop also comes.., long hot spurts which make him cry like a wounded beast.

After they are all dressed again, and ready to leave, the Chief says casually: “The next session will take place exactly two weeks from today. We’ll meet at the same place as this afternoon, at 6 p.m, sharp.”

Dick opens his mouth, but the Chief goes on: “We’ll really start your punishment then. Today was just a warm-up. You know what will happen if you aren’t there, and on time. Next time, we’ll have plenty of time, so make your plans accordingly. As to costume, you will each wear a black leather jacket, tight jeans torn in the rear and tucked into leather black boots. No underwear, but an iron cockring around your prick and balls, and a dildo up your ass. If you disobey, you can imagine the punishment.”

Neither of the youths says anything.

They leave the barn and the procession returns through the woods, Dick and Jean sitting uncomfortably on their sore and battered butts, wondering if they could ever find their way to the barn should they ever be required to go there. They were exhausted, and the idea of a new session—a much harder session—was frightening. Dick, particularly, tries to think how he might escape this new trial. But he fears the alternative still more.

They finally part on a main road leading to Brussels, the two cops waving to them with ironic smiles. A few minutes later. Dick realizes that Jean was not behind him anymore, and he feels disappointed. They have not exchanged names.

Two weeks later, at 6 sharp. Dick and Jean meet in the beech grove. They are dressed alike—in jeans, boots and leather jackets. Each feels quit embarrassed, hardly talking, anxious to hear the roar of the bikes. A few guys come by, but the two slaves know better than to approach them.

By 7:30 they decide the cops are not coming, and they realize a true disappointment. Dick invites Jean to his place, where Jean proves to be without his cockring. Dick punishes him for this. But no one punishes Dick, who has failed to wear the dildo up his ass. Each misses the two policemen in their leather uniforms, knowing they would have been the proper Masters. But neither speaks his thoughts. They exchange addresses, secretly hoping that someday one of them will bump into the Chief or Nicolas. And still they dream of that evening in the barn, recalling the pain and wild sensations… the excitement of the punishment they could never hope to equal. Although each of them tries, they never can find their way back to that barn. And finally the memory seems a dream… a dream that only once comes true.