The Mansion Boys...and Girl

After more than a month went by, things calmed down at the mansion. In fact, things had actually become a bit routine. Work and school kept everyone occupied. Jack had a few trips to DC, bringing Blaze with him to continue his education on the world of government affairs. Harrison and Calista were focused on their studies and making a few new friends along the way. Calista was making great progress with her therapy and was finally taking hormones. Justin focused his attention on his own job. 

It should be no surprise that Harrison was popular at school. He eventually would befriend one of his professors, a young man named Kevin; and a classmate named CJ, a pretty eccentric kid. Calista reconnected with her friends in DC, Quinn and Alex. They had video calls together and made plans to meet up again. She also made friends with a nonbinary trans person named Duck and a black kid named Xavier.

No matter what was going on, sex remained a constant. Calista spent a lot of intimate time with Harrison to help get her back to feeling comfortable with someone again. Her and Justin kept getting closer and closer to taking their friendship to another level. Harrison could never get enough of Jack, or vice versa. He also hooked up with his professor while Jack was traveling. Blaze was keeping pretty busy himself. He had regular rendezvous with Wagner, a few hook ups with Bon and some fun with Jack on their travels.

Things didn’t stay routine for long.

***

Right after she was raped, Calista took some time to herself. She took about a week away from school, friends and even her mansion family. She did manage to have a few meals with everyone, but otherwise, everyone gave her the space she needed. Calista mainly hung out in her room, took walks by the lake and through the trails around the mansion, and watched movies late at night in the entertainment room. She wandered around the house too, checking out rooms she’d never been in. 

The mansion had so many rooms that no one ever really went into or used. Jack said there were at least 63 rooms, but had no real idea. Calista thought a lot of it was wasted. She wondered why they lived in such a huge, cold place. She liked some things, like her room and her bathroom, the entertainment room and the beach house, and, of course, the playrooms, but ultimately she knew she didn’t want to live there forever. 

One day, Harrison joined her on her travels around the house. They found themselves in the sub basement. It was a gigantic space with nothing in it except a few random pieces of furniture. It was dark and damp and a bit scary. Calista and Harrison got up their nerve and wandered through with the flashlights they found. There were lights in the rooms, but they didn’t really do much. Harrison found a wooden door that seemed to lead to a dark, wet, tunnel. They promptly closed the door and moved on. Calista found another wooden door that was barred shut. They managed to get it open. They shined their lights in and saw a staircase. There was a light switch covered in cobwebs. Harrison pushed the button and could hear the hum of lights come on. They saw the faint glow at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Should we go down there?” Calista asked nervously.

“I am kinda curious what is down there, so yeah.”

“We go together, holding hands.”

They carefully made their way down and couldn't believe their eyes when they got to the bottom.

“What the actual fuck is this?”

“Jack said there was a dungeon. I didn’t believe him.”

“Calista! It’s a real fucking dungeon! Look at this stuff!”

Calista knew exactly what she was looking at. She had been reading up about being a dominatrix and found all sorts of pictures of dungeons and play spaces. For the first time since the rape, she was feeling like herself again. She was regaining her confidence. Her cock began to grow in her little anime character panties. She watched as Harrison ran his hands over one of the huge pieces of equipment in the room.

“This thing is fucking wild. What do you think it is?”

“I think it's a rack. You know, a torture rack that you rip someone apart wtih.”

“Whoa girl! I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk like that.”

“Don’t be silly Harry, I don’t want to do that. That’s just what it does! It might be fun to try it though, without the ripping apart part.”

“You’re scaring me.”

Calista laughed. She got really close to Harrison and stood right in his face. She grabbed his crotch with one hand squeezing his hardening cock. She brushed her other hand through his hair.

“Aww, poor little Harry is afraid Miss Calista might hurt him?”

Harrison was both aroused and a little freaked out. He’d never seen Calista like this.

“Wow. I guess all these weeks of fucking around has made you fell much better. No more Alex fears now, huh?”

Calista smacked Harrison on the face as hard as she could. Then she grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back.

“Don’t you EVER say his name again? Do you hear me bitch boy?”

“Ouch! No! No! I won’t say it! Sorry.”

Calista released his head and pulled him close again. She leaned in and kissed Harrison pretty roughly.

“I really want to fuck you on one of these things in here.”

“I don’t know. We don’t even know how to use this stuff. What if it doesn’t work or something goes wrong? Plus it is pretty fucking gross down here.”

“Well, let’s look around and see. Come on Harry! Play with me! Puleeeeze! I need this!”

“OK, if I didn’t love you like I do, I’d be upstairs by now. Let’s check it all out. But nothing too crazy!”

Calista jumped up and grabbed Harrison and hugged him tightly. “I love you so much!” She was acting like a girl who’d just been asked to the prom by the most popular boy in school. She was excited to play in this weird room.

They shined their lights sound and explored the dreary room full of torture devices. They were, in fact, standing next to a rack. It had a table with two sets of cuffs on each end. The cuffs were attached to a giant wheel that would pull the chains and ultimately, the limbs of the person on the rack. The rack had wax on it, as well as several stains. Harrison tried to turn the wheel, but it wouldn’t budge. It probably hadn’t been used in a while.

There were also two small, claustrophobic cells on one end of the room. Along the walls, there were rings bolted into the wall with chains and cuffs hanging from them. There were candles all around, some of which were probably used on that rack table. On the other wall, there were two crosses - one was a standard St. Andrew’s cross and the other was the kind you’d crucify someone on. They opened a trunk and found a whole host of whips, paddles and other hand-held pain making tools.

There were a myriad of other devices and tools, most of which seemed way too dangerous to mess with. They wanted to have some kinky fun, not actually kill anyone. 

One of the things that caught their attention was a weird curved board with a hole in it. It was suspended from the ceiling by long metal poles, about three feet from the floor. It looked like some kind of medieval sling. At the floor on one end, there were a set of cuffs chained to the floor. Another set was hanging from a pulley and tied to a lever attached to a gear. They stood near it and looked at each other.

“What do you think? Do you want to try this one?”

“It looks fucked up? How do you even use it?”

“I think you lay on it and get cuffed up and your manhood hangs through the hole. It’s probably really uncomfortable, which is probably part of the torture.”

“Then what?”

“I thought you were more creative than this? Then I probably can paddle you or whip you or fuck you…”

“Or fist me?”

“Oooh, my dear Harrison. Now you’re talking.”

“What if it falls?”

“It looks pretty secure.”

Calista ordered Harrison to strip down. She found a metal collar in the trunk and put it on him. Harrison climbed onto the board. It was pretty dirty and dusty. He laid on his stomach and pushed his cock and balls through the hole. 

“Fuck! That was not pleasant at all!”

Calista smacked his ass. “It’s not supposed to be, bitch boy. Now shut up!”

When Calista locked his feet into the ankle cuffs, Harrison was now in a bit of an awkward position. She went over and attached the wrist cuffs to him. She remembered how her wrists and ankles bled from what Alex did to her, so she took Harrison’s clothes and used them to protect his wrists and ankles.

“How do you feel, Harry?” Calista said as she stared light into his eyes.

“It fucking hurts already. Please don’t make this go on too long.”

Calista laughed again. “I’ll do this for as long as I want. If you really, really need to stop, yell out pineapple.”

“Pineapple?”

“Oh my god, don’t you know anything? It’s a safe word! I’m not going to stop if you tell me to stop, but if you yell pineapple, I’ll know I have to stop what I’m doing, that I’m really hurting you and not in a fun way.”

Calista grabbed a hold of the lever and cranked it. The ropes connected to Harrison’s wrists jerked and got tighter. She cranked it again and now she had his arms extended all the way out. She cracked it one more time and now she was pulling him by his wrists.

“Fuck Calista! That fucking hurts!”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

She cranked again two more times. Now Harrison was stretched out. The chains attached to the cuffs on his ankles were taut, with his feet pulled upward. His cock was throbbing and hanging from the hole in the board. Calista gave it one more crank. Harrison let out a scream. At first, Calista thought she’d gone too far and felt badly. But she just stood there looking at him as he screamed in agony. She was as hot and bothered as she’d ever been.

“I’ll be right back. I need to get some things.”

“What! NO! YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HERE!!”

“I won’t be gone long, sweetie.”

***

“Fuck Jack! Watching you own a room like that is fucking hot!”

“Haha, thanks Blaze. It’s what I do. If I don’t show them who is in control, I don’t get what I want for my clients.”

“It is fucking masterful man! I don’t think they even know what is happening to them!”

“They probably do, but they know I’m going to win. I always win. Well, almost always. Even the best lose once in a while.”

Jack and Blaze had just wrapped their day up at a meeting between two big corporate lobbyists and two powerful senators. He negotiated a deal for the senators to rewrite some legislation that was favorable to the companies and got the companies to commit huge amounts of cash for the senators campaigns. Typical Washington nonsense. Blaze loved it. He watched and learned as Jack brilliantly managed the situation and made it all work.  

Over the last few weeks that Blaze has been working with Jack, he’s found himself incredibly horny from Jack’s political prowess. This has led to Jack and Blaze having pretty constant sexual relations during their travels. They certainly enjoyed each other, but Blaze’s desires to be more submissive sort of collided with the fact that Jack was pretty much exclusively submissive. Tonight, they wanted something a little different. They talked about it over dinner.

“I really wish you were a dom, Jack.”

“That is a wish that will never be granted, my boy.”

“I know. I’m fucking envious of you and how submissive you are. I want to be like that.”

“You are. And you will be. Hopefully when Garrett gets out and you two reconnect, that’s exactly what will happen.”

“I really hope he wants to see me again.”

“He will. He knows how amazing you are. He will want you back.”

“He’s never written or anything.”

“Yes, but now we know why. He’s been cut off from the world but some corrupt assholes. Corrupt assholes that are now out of jobs and under investigation, by the way.”

“Let’s find someone for tonight.”

“Oh, a third? You want us to find a dom to play with us?”

“Yeah, what do you say?”

“I still have a few numbers in my phone. I’ll send some texts and see what we come up with. If not, you go and find some fun on your own.”

“I want to do it with you, Jack. I want to see you be owned and for you to see me. I called the guys we met at the club that time. They’re not in town.”

“I’ll find someone.”

They enjoyed their dinner and Jack reached out to some of his regular tricks that he used to hook up with on his trips. He hadn’t talked to anyone since he met Harrison, but they still remembered Jack - and his wallet. By the time dessert was over, Jack’s phone was buzzing. He found the perfect dom for the night.

When they got back to the St. Regis, Jack was greeted by the door man.

“Mr. Holden, there’s a young man here who says he has a meeting with you tonight. He’s sitting at the other side of the lobby.”

“Awesome. Thank you, Ricardo.” Jack handed the door man a hundred dollar bill. The staff at the St. Regis really loved Jack. He took very good care of them.

“Ooooh, this is fucking exciting.”

“Just you wait,” Jack said as they approached this gladiator of a man. “Hello Dax, long time no see. This is my friend Blaze.”

Blaze looked at Dax in awe. Thirty-two year old Dax was easily 6’6” tall. He was built solid, like a brick wall, but he wasn’t that over pumped muscle big. He was like a Marine or a Roman soldier. The bulge in his pants was massive. He reached out with his giant hand and shook both Jack and Blaze’s hands.

“Hey Jack. Nice to hear from you. I’d ask where you’ve been, but I don’t want to waste any time. Is our usual still good?”

“I have a bit extra for you for doing me this favor on such short notice.”

“Thanks, man. Let’s get moving then.”

Blaze was still speechless. He couldn’t get over how hot this giant of a man was. Jack smiled as they got into the elevator. Dax immediately leaned into Blaze. He towered over him and looked down on him.

“Are you ready to get your ass destroyed, little boy?”

“Uh…uh…y-y-y-yeah…” Blaze was trembling. He kind of feared what was next.

“How about you old man? You ready to get that sloppy ass stretched out?”

“Always, Sir.”

The elevator stopped at the top floor and Dax lifted Blaze off the ground and basically tucked him under his arms. Jack quickly ran to open the door. Dax just carried Blaze into the bedroom and tossed him on the bed.

“Why aren’t you naked yet, boy?”

Blaze didn’t respond, he just ripped his clothes off as fast as he could. Jack got naked in the other room, but didn’t dare come in until he was called for. He knew what Dax was like and he knew to not interrupt his plans.

Dax stripped off his own clothes and revealed one of the most perfect bodies Blaze had ever seen. Perfectly placed tattoos on his thick, muscled arms and dog tags around his neck. His cock was enormous. It had to be at least 14 inches long and as thick as most guys arms. It was hard and dripping precum. Dax stood over the bed and literally cast a shadow over Blaze. 

“On your knees, little boy, right here in front of me.”

Blaze did as he was ordered and backed up to the giant man. Dax grabbed Blaze and yanked him towards him. He spit on his huge hand and rubbed it up against Blaze’s ass. He pushed a finger in, then two. Blaze jumped up and yelped, Dax pushed him back down, pressing his head into the bed. Blaze heard him spit again and then groan. He could feel his immense cock slide up and down his ass with only spit as lube.

"FUCK!" Blaze screamed as Dax shoved his entire monster into Blaze’s ass. He sent pain rippling through Blaze’s body. “Holy fucking shit!”

“Shut up boy unless you’re begging me to fuck you harder.”

Blaze wanted him to pull out but there was no way that was happening. He was now at the mercy of this freakishly huge man. Dax held onto Blaze’s hips as he slowly pumped in and not quite all the way out, stretching his hole and crushing his prostate. Blaze’s body clenched with terror as Dax groaned and grunted, loosening up Blaze’s hole.

It took a while, but Blaze was able to relax and enjoy it. His cock began to swell, Dax took notice. 

"I can see you getting hard you little faggot. You like this?"

“Yes! Oh Fuck yes! Fuck me, man! Fuck me HARD! Please!”

“Be careful what you ask for!”

Dax began to build up speed. He went deeper and deeper with each thrust. He had Blaze pinned to the bed, pounding him as if he were trying to force him through the mattress. Blaze’s eyes just rolled into the back of his head as he mumbled a bunch of incoherent gibberish and moaned. Dax was relentless. He had no reason to slow down, he was enjoying the tight boy’s ass. He wanted a new vantage point, so he pulled out. To Blaze, the sudden emptiness felt as if his insides had been pulled out of him.

“Roll over!”

Once Blaze rolled onto his back, Dax lifted him off the bed with no effort at all. It was like Blaze was just a blow up doll. Dax lifted Blaze into the air and then impaled him on his cock. He slid Blaze up and down on his cock at a ridiculous pace. Blaze just screamed out. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Blaze was losing his mind. He’d never been fucked like this before. Dax was powerful and strong. He made Blaze seem like a child by comparison.

As Dax pounded Blaze into oblivion, Jack sat on the floor by the door. He was naked and ready for his own pounding. He waited patiently, knowing it was worth it.

“I think I’ve had enough of you for now. Nice ass, bitch.” Dax snapped as he tossed Blaze onto the bed. 

“There you are. Your turn, old man. Get on your knees and show me that Metro tunnel you call an ass.”

Jack promptly got into position, with his ass in the air. Dax wasted no time plunging right in. He forced his anaconda deep into Jack’s easy hole. Jack was forced down to being almost flat, only his ass stuck up. Dax drilled him like he was doing pushups, forcing his cock deep into Jack and then pulling all the way out. He kept increasing his speed until he was full on jackhammering Jack’s well worn ass. Dax wrapped his arm around Jack’s neck and pulled him up, essentially choking Jack and pulling him into an awkward, painful position to be fucked in. Jack let out a loud caterwaul as he was bent backwards. 

“You miss this, don’t you old man?”

“Ahhhhhh….uhhhh…y-y-y-yess…I-I-I-I doooo…”

“You’re little boy was a nice treat. You’re going to pay me well tonight.”

“Y-y-y-y-yesssssirrr…”

Blaze was on his knees watching Dax assault Jack. He was mesmerized at the sheer power and physical beauty of this giant hooker. Dax finished his pummeling of Jack and stood up.

“Get the fuck over here, boy! On your knees!” 

Blaze crawled over and knelt in front of Dax. Jack was lying there on his stomach, panting and trembling like an abused dog. Dax stood over Blaze and lifted his head up. He began to stroke the head of his cock, which he had aimed at Blaze’s face. He stroked wildly until he started to tense up and arch back. He let out a loud, sustained grunt and let loose a blast of cum that covered Blaze’s face and head. Dax drenched Blaze with most of his cum and then shot a few streams on Jack.

“Alright. I’m done here. I’m going to shower. You know my Venmo, Jack.”

Once Dax had disappeared into the bedroom, Blaze wiped his eyes and leaned over to Jack. Everything was still cloudy and his eyes were burning from the sheer amount of cum he was drenched in.  

“Are you OK?”

“Oh fuck yes. Isn’t he fucking amazing?”

“Damn Jack. That dude is a fucking beast. That was an unreal fucking.”

“Good. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Go get cleaned up. I need to get my phone and pay him.”

“Yeah, um, can I ask…”

“$3,000. He usually gets a grand, but short notice, an extra person, I figured he should get some more.”

“Damn! I never got anything like that when I was tricking. Fuck.”

“And look, now you don’t need to worry. You got the best payday of all.”

“Very fucking true.”

“Now, get cleaned up. We need to get some rest. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

“Why? What are we doing?”

“You’re running the meeting with the homeless advocates.”

“What the fuck Jack? I’m not ready! Why didn’t you tell me?!?”

Jack laughed at Blaze getting all worked up. He was still covered in cum and it was flying off of him while he was yelling at Jack.

“I did tell you, on the plane. You were too busy getting your dick sucked by Abilo. Anyway, you’re ready. You’ve been on every conference call and most of the ideas are yours. You know this shit best, Blaze. You are the best person to take this on. I know you’ll be awesome and I know this is the first of many things you’re going to run on your own. You’re ready. I promise.”

***

Calista went upstairs to get a few things. She had Harrison in the perfect space to practice her domination skills. She’d been learning from stuff online, talking to Justin and from her DC friends, Quinn and Alex. She changed out of her cute little pink outfit and put on the sexy dominatrix outfit that Quinn and Alex sent her as a gift to celebrate her new life. She also grabbed some lube, a couple of dildos and some other accessories. She left a note for Justin telling him where they were, just in case he came home before she was finished working Harrison over.

It must have taken her about an hour. Harrison was losing his mind, all alone in that dark, creepy space. He kept calling out for her. By the time she made it down there, he was in tears, thinking she really did just leave him there.

“Oh, baby. Were you afraid I wasn’t coming back? Harry. Come on. I want to play with you, not abandon you. In all seriousness, I would never abandon you Harrison! I love you!”

Harrison sniffled his way through his response, “I really did think you left me. You were gone so long. I don’t know. I didn’t want to die down here. What if something crawled on me or bit me!”

Calista leaned into his face, touching her forehead to his. “Harry, dear, you’re not going to die on my watch. You will probably hurt a little, but no one dies around me. Don’t ruin the fun.” She leaned in and shoved her tongue into his mouth, kissing him roughly. “See, isn’t that fun? Don’t I look hot?”

“You do. You really do.”

“Good, now it’s time for you to shut up.”

Out of the bag of things she brought from downstairs, she pulled a ball gag. She stuck it in Harrison’s mouth and then buckled it tightly behind his head. 

Harrison watched in awe as his quiet, shy little friend was now this whole new person. How long had she wanted this? Why didn’t she ever say anything? He was feeling happy for her, but still was a little nervous, and in a little bit of pain. 

Her outfit was sexy. She wore a very short black vinyl dress with red plaid trim all around it. She had on a pair of black fishnet stockings, with a vinyl black band at the top holding them up. Her cock was hanging just below the bottom of the dress, she didn’t bother with underwear. She wore a pair of red plaid and black vinyl boots with a heel that was easily 4”. Her nails were black and she put on bright red lipstick. She looked fierce. It made Harrison hard as a rock.

“Look at you, all excited there.” Calista said as she crawled under him and stroked his cock.

After several strokes, Harrison started to tighten up. Calista was not about to let him cum so soon, so she immediately stopped, leaving him just short of satisfaction. She attached a thick leather band around the base of his cock and balls, tightening it as much as she could. His cock immediately swelled up. Once again, she stroked it slowly and seductively, making him get all worked up again. Now, the blood in his cock had nowhere to go and it was tight and a little painful. Harrison got more and more worked up as she stroked and just as he was ready to explode, she pulled away again. Harrison made an exasperated groan. She did this two more times, making Harrison completely mad.

Calista went around to Harrison’s face and smacked him lightly. All he could do was mumble. He already had drool dripping down from the gag, which made Calista giggle. She was now ready to play with Harrison’s ass.

“Damn, Harry, you do have one fine ass,” she snapped suggestively. “I am going to work the hell out of it.”

It was so unusual to hear Calista talk like this, but it was definitely a turn-on for Harrison. This whole BDSM thing wasn’t really his way, but he was enjoying this, if for no other reason than it was making Calista happy.

Calista lubed up her long, slender fingers and began probing Harrison’s ass. She slid them in one at a time, then multiple fingers at a time, working his hole open and getting him nice and relaxed. She eased her fingers in and out, stretching him a little bit more each time. Her cock was dripping with precum and hard as a stick. She brought herself right up against him. His ass was a perfect height for her to slide right in. 

Calista put her delicate hands around Harrison’s waist, lifted him up slightly - he could barely move, but that little motion made him screech - and slid her slender snake deep into him.

“Oh, Harry, you slay me every time, did you know that?” she said breathlessly as her cock spread his tight hole. Harrison’s nipples hardened and were causing him even more discomfort as they rubbed against the wood board he was attached to. She eased her cock out slowly, but then stopped. Her hands trembled on his hips as she realized how in control she was, but she didn’t pull out any further, Harrison whimpered. Calista leaned down and pressed her lips to his back and one of her hands moved down to tease his cock. She stroked gently while she moved her cock inside him, but just barely.

It was still strange for Harrison to feel so helpless at the hands of his friend whom he had to protect once before. Just a month ago, she was at the mercy of a brutal rapist and now, here she was, controlling, hurting and dominating him. He slowly realized that this pleasure and pain might be what Jack is so into.

Calista groaned into Harrison’s back as she licked her way down. She began to push in and out more intently. Soon she grabbed his hips and grunted as she began to fuck him so hard it echoed off the cobblestone walls of that dank room. Harrison wanted to grab for something, but the restraints just allowed him to clench his hands, digging his nails into his them with white-knuckled fists. Every movement was agonizing because of the way he was chained down. He felt a burning in his shoulders and a numbness in his feet. His cock was tight and felt like it was ready to explode - not from cumming, but from being engorged with blood. He wanted to open his mouth and let out a scream, instead all he could do was mumble and drool as Calista went deeper and deeper, whispering incoherent words underneath her breath.

Calista was fucking hard and deep, so deep. She was deeper than she’d ever been. She had always been so passive, even when topping. Now she was in full control and feeling a strength she never had before. Her face was a rictus of agony. Her teeth were bared, and her eyes were half closed with pleasure, while she floated in and out of a trance. The confidence flowing through her was driving her wild. 

“So good,” she yelled, shaking her head as she thrusted and thrusted into his ass. She pressed down on the small of his back, sending Harrison into another wave of pain. He let out another screech, in his head he yelled “god damn Calista!” but with the gag so tightly in his mouth, all he could muster was an indecipherable noise . She ignored him.

“F-f-f-k-k-k…ugggh,” Harrison moaned as he felt her body tighten and slow down. 

“Tell me,” Calista barked, “tell me Harrison!” She squeezed his waist. “SAY IT HARRISON!” She was becoming more intense. She wanted Harrison to tell her to fill him up, to breed him, to fuck him harder, to say he was hers.

Harrison trembled but remained silent. Calista smacked his ass several times, driving more sharp pain through him. “TELL ME!” she screeched at the top of her lungs. In her state of ecstasy, she had likely forgotten she gagged his mouth. Harrison was in such agony, he bit down as hard as he could on the gag. He eventually bit down so hard, he snapped one of the straps. He spit it out of his mouth and shouted at the top of his lungs.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME CALISTA! BREED ME! MAKE ME YOURS! I’M ALL YOURS!! FUCK ME HARDER! I AM YOUR BITCH BOY!! FUUUUUCCCK!!!

As Harrison screamed out his submission to his mistress, Calista blasted load after load of cum into him. She howled as she drained her balls into her best friend. She shook and shivered while she slowly came back down to earth. Her body was glistening with sweat, her hair was soaked. The eyeliner and mascara was running down her face. She couldn’t stop panting. Slowly she pulled her tool from his ass. She smacked his ass once more, extra hard, just because she could.

Harrison was in absolute misery. He desperately wanted to cum. His cock and balls were swollen and needed release. His body was in such a state of discomfort. His nipples were raw from grazing the board, his arms were numb and burning from being so outstretched, his pelvis was raw from rubbing against the edge of the board. He could even feel his feet, pulled up at an odd angle and scraping against metal cuffs.

“Please Calista, PLEASE. Let me go. Undo me. PLEASE!” Harrison begged, “please let me cum. I’ll do anything. PLEASE!”

Calista regained her composure and laughed. As she did, Justin came down the stairs.

“You’ll do no such thing missy! Let him suffer.”

“NO! JUSTIN! PLEASE! Let me go, please, please, please…I can’t take it anymore.”

“Wow, Nice work baby girl. We were supposed to do this together. Guess you couldn’t wait.”

“I couldn’t wait Alpha man. Sorry.”

“Fuck! You two have names for each other?”

“Yes, jealous Harry?”

“Please just let me go.”

“Gee, Harry is being a bit belligerent. I think we should punish him for that.”

“Yes! Ooooh! What do you want to do?”

Calista broke her character and was more like her usual self. She jumped up and down and clapped at the suggestion that they punish Harrison. Justin walked around Harrison, taking a closer look at his situation.

“How long have you had him like this?”

“I don’t know, like a couple of hours? Maybe three?”

“Hmmm, he’s really scraped up around the cuffs and his nipples are raw. Maybe we need to give him a break.”

“If you say so, Justin. You know better than me. Did I do something wrong?”

Suddenly Calista’s eagerness turned to concern. She now worried that she’d gone too far.

“No, not really. We just have to be careful. This is supposed to be fun. We don’t want to really hurt someone badly. There were some things you should do next time. It’s OK. I’ll get him undone and we’ll take him upstairs for a hot bath.”

Calista started to cry. “Harry! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you! I was just playing.”

“Ugh. It’s ok. I didn’t say ‘pineapple’, right? Just please, get me out of this.”

Justin loosened the gears and undid the cuffs. When he lifted Harrison off the board, he saw how raw he was in so many places. He also saw how swollen his cock was.

“Damn girl! You kept his dick bound up like that the whole time?” He snapped as he undid the leather band. Harrison let out a yelp and then a huge sigh of relief as the blood rushed back into his body.

“That was wrong?” Calista was just sobbing her eyes out at this point.

“We don’t want to ruin such a beautiful piece of equipment. You have to let the blood flow. He’ll be fine. Just don’t do that again.”

“God damn, I need to cum so bad!”

“Ha! Well I say you’re going to wait until I say so. That kind of torture I don’t mind putting you through.”

“Harry, I’m going to stay with you and do everything I can to make you feel better! I’m so sorry! I’ll make you cum later, I promise!”

“It’s ok. I still love you. It was fun in some ways. I just don’t think this is my thing.”

Justin carried Harrison up to his room. Calista ran a hot bath for him with everything she could find to make it special. As she promised, she sat with him for the whole time.

***

It took some effort, but Wagner eventually found Garrett at one of the worst federal prisons in the country - Leavenworth in Kansas. He was not pleased at all. There was no good reason for a kid with drug offenses to end up in a dangerous, maximum security prison. The more he investigated, the more corruption he found. Garrett and a few others were the victims of a convoluted bribery scandal and coverup. Of course, Wagner was not going to let this stand. 

Wagner also came across something else unexpected. Calista has a younger brother - a boy named Aidan.

While doing the background work he needed to do to get the kids all legit and legal, he came across police reports and government records that indicated there was more to the Bryan’s than just Calista. Upon further investigation, he confirmed it. He dug into Aidan’s life and learned quite a bit about him. He couldn’t wait to tell Jack, but he checked it out for himself first.

“So, Jackie boy, I have some fucking wild news for you.”

“I hope you’re going to tell me that a bunch of those right wing loonies in Congress were all killed in a freak accident.”

“Well, no. Not that fucking wild. Plus, I’d just tell you that was really fucking good news. This might be too.”

“OK, hit me.”

“Calista has a brother. A fucking younger brother. Right down the fucking road in Chicago.”

“WHAT? No fucking way? How on earth did you find this out? Calista is going to flip.”

Wagner filled Jack in on the story and how he’d tracked Aidan down and found out all about him. 

“You stalked him?”

“How the fuck else could I make sure he’s legit? You don’t need another fucking psychopath in your life, you just fucking got rid of one.”

“Yeah. True. This is why you are here. To keep the trains running on time. He’s a stripper? He hangs out at Steamworks?”

“Just like you to fucking hone in on the fucking sexual part. Did you miss the other stuff I told you?”

“Yes. Yes. I did. I want to know more about that too. Now, go back to the bath house.” 

“Fucking hornball. He goes there like several times a week. He’s a fucking machine with a monster cock. Guys follow him around like he’s a god of some kind. They say he’s the best top in Chicago. He doesn’t seem to have any fucking discretion as to who he fucks. The night I was there, he plowed some fucking college kid into fucking oblivion and then railed this fucking fat ass who was old as fuck. The guy literally hugged him in tears thanking him for fucking him.”

“Wow. Interesting. Did you fuck him?”

“It was like I wasn’t even fucking there, the little shit. He fucking walks around and doesn’t say a fucking word. He fucking ignores anyone who fucking talks to him. He just fucking walks up to somebody and fucking taps them on the shoulder and fucks them into next week. He doesn’t even fucking interact with the fuckers at the strip club. He just takes their fucking money.”

“I assume you have pictures?”

Wagner pulled up an album on his phone. He handed it to Jack.

“GOD DAMN. This is him? He’s fucking stunning! LIke unfuckingbelieveably gorgeous. Holy Fuck!”

“I knew you’d like him.”

“OK, give me all the details, Harrison and I are going on a little field trip.”

Thanks for your patience in waiting for another chapter. There’s lots more to come in this story, it is just taking longer since life keeps getting in the way. I really appreciate your feedback, so please comment here or send me an email at [email protected].