Previously
With deliberate care, Caine prepares Josh for his formal initiation to BDSM, revealing that punishment within the Keyholders Club is not chaotic cruelty, but structured ritual. He discloses the setting for what is to come: The Chapel, a former Catholic sanctuary transformed into the Club’s most sacred and profane space. Dressed in a sheer white loincloth that echoes Josh’s most intimate fantasies, Josh willingly follows Caine into the space where faith, fear, desire, and submission collide
Josh stands on the altar itself, presented to Jason, the experienced enforcer who administers discipline to Charges and dressed in leather gear and hood. Caine’s words make the stakes unmistakable: this is not about weakness, but trust; not humiliation but offering. When Josh affirms his submission and Caine rewards him with a quiet “Good boy,” the ceremony begins—setting the stage for an initiation that will test Josh’s limits, redefine pleasure and pain, and irrevocably bind him to his Master.
Chapter 9
Jason lowered the suspension bar which hung over the elevated altar like a guillotine and ordered Josh to raise his hands to meet it. Jason and Caine worked together to secure each of Josh’s hands and wrists into the leather gloves which were permanently attached to the bar. Jason then used an ankle spreader to secure Josh’s feet as far apart as he could spread his legs, then returned to the winch and slowly raised the suspension bar. Josh was hoisted so that his full weight was supported by only the balls of his feet, arms and legs spread like a human “X”, with the sheer loin cloth providing the only modesty. His heart pounded with such force he feared his chest would explode, and his eyes searched for safety. He lifted his head and found his Master, their eyes meeting almost instantly. The look on Caine’s face was part pride, part lust. Josh’s eyes conveyed one thing only, ‘Please protect me, Sir’.
Reading his mind, Caine gave him a reassuring nod and then turned to Jason with a nod with an altogether different meaning, ‘Let’s do this.’
Jason held a flogger so close to Josh’s face he could smell the leather. “At your Master’s request, the tails are suede, the softest you’ll ever get. Later, when you’ve proven yourself, you’ll advance to leather…and then rubber.”
Josh eyed Caine and mouthed the words ‘Thank you’. Caine returned it with a knowing nod of acknowledgment.
Taking a step closer, Jason grabbed Josh’s throbbing cock, barely hidden under the cloth, and squeezed it painfully hard.
Without releasing it, he asked. “What is your role, tonight?”
Fully confident but squirming, he answered, “To suffer for my Master, Sir”. It wasn’t lost on Josh or Caine how eerily similar those words were to so many Catholic invocations.
Satisfied, Jason released him and Josh and Caine locked eyes; eye contact that would go unbroken throughout the duration of the beating.
Being the expert he was, Jason’s strokes started so gently Josh barely realized it was actually happening. The first strike was whisper-soft across the shoulders. Jason was remarkably graceful knowing exactly how, where, and how hard to strike, and Josh looked longingly into Caine’s eyes, as if to repeat ‘Thank you.’ He slowly picked up force and accelerated both intensity and speed, taking Josh with him every step. The harder the whipping, the longer he waited for the next one, leaving Josh privately begging for the next.
At the point where the sensation tipped from erotic to painful, Jason barked, “COUNT!” and whipped Josh across the top of his back with more velocity than before.
Looking Caine straight in the eye, Josh yelled, “One!” but noting a questionable expression on Caine’s face he quickly added, “….Sir! and repeated the words ‘One, Sir’”, to which Caine nodded approvingly,
Josh found himself realizing a lifelong fantasy. Wearing nothing but a white loin cloth, suspended on an imaginary cross on the altar of a church, being whipped by a man in a black leather hood. Josh yearned for more, the pain of the beatings were a small price to pay for the fulfillment of this garish fantasy. He would get his wish. Without warning, the slash came, slightly lower on his back, even harder, “Two, Sir!”, he shouted.
Josh’s eyes never left Caine’s, where he sought comfort and strength.
“Three Sir!”, after another blow, this one lower with notably more sting.
“Four, Sir!” he yelped, lower yet, near the bottom of his back, even more severe. Josh peered into Caine’s eyes, ‘I suffer for your pleasure”, Josh’s eyes said.
There was a pause in the cadence which heightened Josh’s anxiety, and for good reason. “Five, Sir!” he shouted when the tails ripped across his ass, tearing off the loin cloth, leaving a discernable sting.
Now fully nude, with his ass on fire, Josh glanced down to witness, firsthand, the depth of his depravity. Stripped, suspended as if on a cross on the altar of a former church, being flogged by a man in a leather hood. His body ached but his cock told a story of pure hedonism and joy. All those years of shamefully fantasizing about near-nude martyrdom was coming to pass.
Never losing eye contact with Caine, he bravely mouthed the words ‘More Sir. Please.’
Before he could finish uttering the words, the whip lashed across his now exposed ass bringing a sting that only served to heighten the eroticism of the moment. “Six, Sir!” he shouted defiantly.
“Whack” Number 7 tore across the top of his legs immediately after with a force that could almost be described as brutal. It was at this point that Caine’s eyes became Josh’s singular source of strength. With every stinging blow, Caine flinched as if he were being beaten as well. It was as if Josh was transferring the pain to Caine, which he willingly accepted. And it was only then that Josh realized that Caine had removed the leather pouch of his jockstrap and was slowly stroking his hard cock in rhythm with the beating.
Number 8 struck the back of Josh’s knees with such force it would’ve knocked him off his feet if he weren’t restrained, but Josh managed a weak, “Eight, Sir!” Gazing into Caine’s eyes searching for strength, Caine wordless message more than compensated for the pain, “Do this for me.’
Another long pause occurred, signaling something different, and likely worse, was coming. Josh’s suspicion was confirmed when he detected a small nod from Caine to Jason which seemed to convey the message: ‘Continue’.
Up until now, Josh had been able to sense Jason’s presence in his periphery, but he seemed to have disappeared behind him. He quickly leaned why. Without warning, the long suede tails of the flogger whipped up from behind and under Josh’s outstretched legs and mauled his now exposed genitals. Josh shrieked from shock, but also from the stinging warmth now emanating from his groin. It was as if a massively large hand had suddenly embraced his cock and balls, slapped them, and then disappeared. Josh’s reaction was equal parts shock and awe.
Peering at Caine, desperately in need of reassurance, Josh croaked, “Nine, Sir…”
Caine gave Jason another subtle nod which Josh hoped would be the last. The weapon hit the same target but with double the intensity. Josh’s groin ached, but still bordered on the erotic. Josh was left in a state of euphoric helplessness, but he relished the opportunity to prove to Caine what he was made of. He took a deep breath, peered directly into Caine’s eyes and yelled with every ounce of energy he could summon, “TEN, SIR!” and then slumped helplessly onto the balls of his feet.
Something in the air changed. Josh knew that either the beating was over or they were moving to the next phase. His question was answered when Caine stepped immediately in front of him, grasped his face with his hands, and said, with his eyes glistening, “I’m proud of you Little Man. You’re so fucking brave.” Pausing momentarily, he then added, “But we’re not finished yet”, and took a riding crop from Jason’s hand.
Josh exhaled, somehow knowing the worst was over, but, more importantly, that he was pleasing his Master. He knew now he could, and would, endure anything for him.
Peering into Josh’s eyes, Caine placed the riding crop directly under Josh’s balls as if he was using it to hold them in place and then started tapping them slowly from below. Caine’s eyes said ‘That feels good, doesn’t it boy?’ to which Josh simply smiled and said with his eyes, ‘Yes, it does. Please keep going Daddy’.
Josh was able to tolerate the tapping at first, but his balls were so sensitive it quickly became painful as Caine increased the force and speed. Once again, Josh would be driven to endure pain as a gift to his Master. Faster and harder Caine struck from below. Josh writhed, at first loving the attention his balls were getting, then vacillating between pleasure and pain but finally squirming to avoid the pummeling.
Finally, Caine administered a “whack” so devastating it sent chills up Josh’s body. And again, Josh hung from the suspension bar as if were on a cross.
Josh began to wonder how much more he could tolerate. Given his body position, he had no choice but to absorb the blows. His balls had never been abused in this way, but his erection revealed the real story. His balls throbbed but his cock had never been harder.
Sensing Josh was close to his limit, Caine moved to his torso and back with small, stinging hits. The relief was like a gift, nearly reducing Josh to tears. And it felt strangely good to feel the sear of the crop on the trunk of his body. He was proud of his muscled torso and it rejuvenated him to demonstrate how much he could take. He pushed through the pain and begged passionately, “More sir. Please sir, punish me. I want to give you this”.
Damn, if that didn’t get Caine revved up. He took aim at Josh’s ass and quickly ordered him to “Present your ass!” Josh was close to heaven. Although he was once again approaching his limits, he knew his glutes had a high tolerance for pain. “Please sir, MORE!”, he pleaded.
Caine, now covered in sweat himself, knew there was one thing he could do that Josh would find more painful than for him to continue…and that was for him to stop.
Caine abruptly dropped the riding crop and pulled Josh into a passionate kiss, literally taking Josh’s breath away. Josh wanted nothing more than to wrap his legs around Caine, but was restrained due to the leg spreader, so all he could do was thrust his engorged cock into Caine’s torso desperately seeking his human touch.
Caine finally pulled away from the kiss and took a few steps back and gazed at Josh in amazement. “You’ve done it Little Man. You’ve taken everything Sir Jason and I could give you, and yet you beg for more.”
Caine and Jason worked in tandem to release him from his restraints and he slumped into their arms. He had an inexplicable fusion of pride, pain, and fulfillment of having survived an erotic lifelong fantasy. He was being supported by his Master and lover on one side and the hypnotically erotic Jason on the other as they led him to another part of the Chapel.
It wasn’t over after all, Josh thought to himself. There were so many options of what might be next that Josh’s head spun, but he didn’t have the energy to contemplate where they were taking him. But when they arrived at the left transept, Josh looked up to see the leather fuck bench. Josh was secretly ecstatic that the whipping would cease and he would be passively tethered to the leather sex toy. Without speaking, they gently pushed Josh face down onto the bench and secured his wrists, torso, thighs, and ankles at an angle that ensured clear access to Caine’s ultimate prize and pointed Josh’s cock straight down to the floor.
Caine began, “This is the final step in your introduction to The Chapel. Sir Jason and I will now fill you with our seed. I want you to remember how it feels to give yourself entirely. You are a receptacle for our passion. This is what you were made for.”
Caine was behind him, but Josh arched his head to see Jason’s throbbing cock, encased in its leather cock ring, just inches from his lips. Somehow, the knowledge that he was about to be invaded with cock from both ends made the stinging rawness of his skin quiver with desire.
Josh nodded, eager to feel their hardness. He could feel Caine’s cock, scalding hot and rigid, placed at his entry and Jason’s hovering inches from his lips. Neither entering. Just promising.
Caine moved with care. He lubed himself, positioned slowly, held Josh’s hips steady.
“Breathe and let go.” Irreverently referencing the sacred environment, he added, “We’re going to take you to heaven.”
Josh smiled, relaxed and exhaled, waiting for the final realization of his fantasies to begin.
Caine began by pressing two fingers against Josh’s tight hole, gently spreading him open. A low moan rose from Josh’s throat.
“Nice and clean,” Caine murmured approvingly, voice rich with command. “Good boy.”
Josh whimpered. The praise hit him more deeply than the fingers.
Caine lubed his hand, slowly, methodically, like a ritual. He circled Josh’s hole with long, purposeful strokes, loosening the tight ring of muscle, massaging it open. “Hungry little boy,” he purred.
One lubed finger slid in. Josh gasped. It still shocked him—how intense it felt. Not pain. Pressure. Heat. Fulfillment.
Caine worked slowly, lovingly cruel, stretching Josh open as if coaxing a truth out of him. He lingered over every inner wall, pushing, pulling, pressing, scraping, teasing. Josh whimpered knowing his daddy would make it all right. Caine moved his finger inside him and then he found it. That place where every man meets his maker. At first, he just brushed his finger over it, as if he hadn’t noticed. Josh tensed a little, disappointed Caine wasn’t focusing on it. But then….it landed on ground zero and circled and pressed like a homing pigeon. Electricity jolted through Josh’s body. “Oh fuck, Daddy, fuck…” he wept.
Then a second finger joined the first. Two fingers now massaged his most precious gland, the landing spot for all life’s pleasures. Two fingers, beckoning it to a level of euphoria that shouldn’t be legal. He pressed, pushed, circled, teased even more.
Every time he felt the boy’s prostate, he pressed in with deliberate intent, daring Josh to respond. Josh didn’t disappoint, his body jolted. He tried to buck but the restraints won the battle. He screamed, not from pain, but from the pleasure crashing through him.
“Oh my god, yes Daddy, please, please—more.”
Caine’s cock throbbed at the sound of those words. His boy, begging, restrained, undone. He added more lube, fingers sliding in and out in slow, torturous rhythm. Josh writhed beneath him, sweat running down his flanks, muscles twitching involuntarily.
Then Josh felt the tip of Jason’s cock graze against his lips, expecting Josh’s mouth to welcome him. Josh, face flushed with sweat and tears, opened his mouth open like a starving man.
“You know what to do,” Caine ordered as he pressed in from behind.
Josh, restraints notwithstanding, lunged for Jason’s cock like it was oxygen. He swallowed the cock hungrily, choking as he did.
At the same time he arched his back to prove that he wanted Caine’s cock just as badly. Slowly, and steadily the two cocks penetrated him as if they were trying to meet in the middle. Jason’s hands held Josh’s head in place, while Caine’s hands secured his hips.
“Caine”, Jason exhaled, “your boy is a needy little slut.”
“I know”, Caine responded. “And he’s my needy little slut”
Hearing himself degraded by his Master and Jason sent Josh into a tailspin of passion. He stretched pathetically trying to take both cocks deeper, but his movement was limited due to the restraints. Caine watched as he tried in vain to lunge for Jason’s cock. “My little man still hungry?” Likewise, Jason laughed as he watched Josh arch his back, begging for more. “Hungry little whore…” he taunted.
Josh was undaunted, “Please Sirs, PLEASE”, he begged. He had no dignity left…just lust.
But they were just getting started.
Jason held Josh by the hair, now fucking his face with a ferocious fury. Josh gagged, spit and drooled trying to take him even deeper, trying desperately to make his Master proud.
From behind, Caine pulled out, paused for a breath, then slowly pressed in again, going for the kill.
Josh’s moan turned into a keening cry, every inch of Caine’s cock claiming new territory inside him.
“Shhhh,” Caine murmured, pausing when he was fully inside. “Feel that? That’s ownership.”
Josh couldn’t speak. He nodded frantically, chest heaving, legs trembling, thankful he was restrained, forcing all his concentration to his rapidly filling hole.
“You’re mine, Little Man,” Caine said, beginning to move. “Every time I do this—every stroke, every thrust—I remind you. You don’t belong to yourself anymore. You belong to me.”
The rhythm resumed. Measured. Caine angling his hips to target Josh’s prostate again and again. Jason matched his rhythm from the front, ramming the back of Josh’s throat at the precise moment his Caine zeroed in on his prostate.
Josh bucked helplessly, restrained by the cuffs but completely possessed by the pleasure. His cock dripped, untouched and tortured. His body shook.
Caine felt it too—the overwhelming hunger to fuck, to own, to break Josh apart and hold him together at the same time. He wanted to cradle him, kiss his face, tell him he mattered—but he wanted utter domination more.
He fucked deeper. Harder. Each thrust a lesson.
“This is what you’re made for,” he growled. “To be used. To be taken. By me, your Master, and by men like Jason.”
Josh cried out, “Yes, Sirs,—Please—please don’t stop…”
Caine reached beneath Josh’s body and grabbed his cock again. It twitched violently in his hand. “Not yet,” Caine hissed. “You’ll cum when I tell you. Not a second before.”
Josh groaned, body wracked with tension. Caine slammed into him harder, slapping sounds echoing off the walls of The Chapel, sweat flying from their bodies. Jason matched Caine, thrust for thrust until Josh could barely breathe.
Caine angled his body once more to target ground zero…Josh’s g-spot. The moment the tip of his cock landed there, Josh screamed as if he were being physically harmed. Caine smiled with smug satisfaction and escalated his thrusts. With the precision of a surgeon, his cock rubbed and pressed and tortured Josh’s spot. Josh had never in his life experienced the sensations he was now. It was pleasure, elevated to a level that was nearly unendurable.
And then, with a sudden, primal snarl, Caine’s breathing stopped, his body stiffened, there was nothing, and then he unloaded. Rope after rope after rope of hot volcanic semen surged into Josh, scalding his inner cavity to a depth that he hadn’t before realized even existed.
Josh’s primal instinct was to swallow Jason even deeper. He needed both of his men’s seed, and he needed them now.
Jason’s orgasm came seconds later. “Take me bitch boy. Swallow every drop, you little slut”, Jason shouted.
Josh opened wide, moaning as Caine and Jason drove their cocks deep into him. Josh had fantasized endlessly about a night like this…restrained, humiliated, violated. But he never imagined it would occur in a former place of worship, now used for torture. He was in his own personal kink heaven.
Caine and Jason stopped moving. Caine collapsed on Josh from behind, and Jason laid on Caine from the front of the bench. Josh bore the weight of the two spent men, breathing heavily on him, and although still not sexually satisfied, he was fulfilled beyond measure.
After several minutes, Jason stood, followed by Caine. Caine realized there was one more task at hand. He walked up to Josh’s head, and standing next to Jason, he ordered, “Clean them both, boy.”
Although Josh was exhausted with contentment, he knew he had a job to do. Realizing the difficulty of his chore while restrained, Caine removed him from his restraints and walked him over to a nearby church pew where he and Jason sat so Josh could kneel between their legs and finish his task.
Caine and Jason had vigorously shot their loads, but Josh had been denied and was still ravenous. Although exhausted, he welcomed the chance to get back on his knees and—in the spirit of the sacred environment—worship these two men’s cocks. He relished the hot stink of sex, saliva and his own funk and made it his mission to use his tongue to bathe them. As he did, Caine affectionately patted his head, “So fucking, fucking proud of you, my little subby mate…” he kept repeating in his charming Aussie accent.
Once cleaned up, Jason offered to tidy up the chapel and let Caine and Josh retire. Caine retrieved Josh’s bathrobe from the elevator door and affectionally put it back on him. He picked up the loin cloth and shoved it in Josh’s bathrobe pocket and devilishly said, “Better hang on to this, you’re going to need it.”
Back in the apartment, Caine drew a hot bath and lowered himself in first. Leaning back he spread his legs and invited Josh to join him. Josh lowered himself in and completely relaxed into Caine’s warm embrace.
“You ok, mate?”, Caine asked and he tenderly sponged off his boy.
Josh said nothing. He wanted to pick the right words.
Slightly alarmed, Caine asked, “Little Man, are you ok?”
“More than ok, sir. I may be the happiest man on the planet.”
Relieved, Caine simply replied, “You showed me how much you’re willing to sacrifice for me. You proved yourself to me.”
“I hope so, Sir”, as he let himself go limp in Caine’s embrace.
They laid there quietly, the water slowly cooling off, but neither of them wanting to disturb the serenity.
Finally, when it appeared they’d need to call it a night, Josh said quietly, “Sir….”
“Yes, Little Man?” Caine replied.
“When can we do this again?”
-To be continued-
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