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“Well, Lieutenant Henderson! What brings you back here? Another murder? You think another one of my people did it?” The speaker was a heavily muscled man, about three inches shorter than Luke Henderson’s six feet. They were standing in the dark lobby of a sex club in central Manhattan.”No, Hugo. I’ve come to purchase your services.””What? Some undercover thing?””No, just your regular services for me on an unofficial basis.””Oh,” reflectively. Not surprised. He regarded Henderson up and down, a sort of professional inspection. Then he looked up at him. “OK, well I think we can accommodate you. What are your preferences?””I’m just assuming you know your job.””Sure, sure! Alright, for how long?””Two hours? Does that sound reasonable?””Sure, sure! That’ll be five hundred dollars upfront. If you leave early, no refund.”Henderson pulled out his wallet and took out a credit card. His hand trembled just a little, but he didn’t care if Hugo noticed.”Don’t you want to use cash?””No, this will be OK.” In wrestling with his decision to come here, Henderson had settled on the plan to tell his wife about this sooner or later. Their relationship was one that would be hurt by a lie, and she already knew about his time in the camp. He would also tell his captain, hopefully confidentially, to eliminate the possibility of his someday being seen as a target of blackmail. Not the details, of course, but enough. It took days to make this decision. What tipped him over the edge was the realization that knowing his soldiers were seeing, and probably understanding everything that happened was part of the experience. Feeling that known made him feel whole. Perhaps it would again.”OK, before I run this, I need you to sign this waiver for our causing visible marks, bruises, minor bleeding, that sort of thing. OK with you?””OK,” it looks like his confession to his wife would have to be sooner rather than later.”And you need to write a safe word on that line there.”Henderson almanbahis wrote down “platoon” and signed and Hugo ran the credit card.”This is actually great timing.” He looked up at Henderson appraisingly. “We got an audience here already. I’ll re-schedule the planned entertainment. Good looking guy like you. They’ll love it.”Henderson had come today after a week of wrestling with memories of an event when he was a prisoner of war. He was the object of repeated sexual humiliation, and he liked it. It was a part of him he had hardly known existed, and it had been quiescent for the last four years, but after visiting this place a week ago, in the line of work, the desire came flooding back. It overwhelmed him to the point where he would undergo confessing to his wife and captain if he could just revisit that experience.Hugo took him into a short hall, with three cubicles on the left containing a bench across the back. “Go in there and take off all your clothes,” he said gesturing to one of them. “When you’re done you enter a code into that lock and you use the code to open it again. Just like a hotel safe.” It was a cramped space with a bench and three hooks. Henderson didn’t try to shut the door all the way. If someone came by and stared it would just be an early start to the experience. The thought caused a small thrill in his balls and cock. He sat on the bench and removed his shoes and socks. Then he hung his coat and shirt and tie on two of the hooks. He pulled off his slacks and underwear and hung them on the third hook. When he came out of the cubicle he experienced a frisson of anticipation and fear of what he had signed up for even as he approached the business like Hugo at the end of the hall.When he reached him, the man gave him another professional once over. “Yup, this will be good. OK, go stand under the spotlight.” Hugo opened the door into a room that was just as dark as the hall. The floor was dark wood and the walls were brick. It was almanbahis yeni giriş the size of a large living room with a ceiling lower than you’d expect. A little more than a dozen casually dressed people sat in a variety of upholstered chairs in a ragged semicircle. There were more men than women. Luke walked, as directed, to stand in the spotlight on a wide low stage made of the sort of firm rubber underlying a boxing ring or a modern playground. He gazed at the semi-circle of onlookers, but remained strangely unmoved.Hugo reached into a bowl on a stand just inside the door and pulled out a piece of paper. “Seventeen!” he called out. A slight blond man in his mid-twenties, sitting in the back row, pumped his fist and grinned. “Yes!” He came up to stand in front of Henderson. His face was all sharp angles, with thin lips. Henderson thought he looked like a petulant fox. “I’m Lewis,” he said, and smiling in anticipation he stooped down and began licking Henderson. Nothing happened, “Damn,” thought Henderson, “looks like a waste of five hundred dollars and two difficult conversations.” Lewis squeezed Henderson’s buttocks in anger. Then tried sucking on Henderson, to no avail.The slap was so unexpected and so violent that Henderson fell to the floor.”What are you trying to do, you fucking cunt?” yelled the man. “You’re gonna get stiff, you’re gonna get stiff! Or I’ll whip you within an inch of your life!”Henderson had fallen on his hip and hands. He let his forehead sink to the slightly gritty floor. Somehow this felt right. Blood began to fill his genitals. I am stiff. I am stiff. But please don’t stop! Whip me! He felt a strong impulse to crawl over and grovel at Lewis’ feet. But Lewis approached and pressed the toe of his shoe into Henderson’s anus. He pushed sideways until Henderson fell on his back. Lewis pressed Henderson’s erection into his abdomen lengthwise with his foot, resting the edge of his shoe alongside for balance, his heel almanbahis giriş pushed slightly into Henderson’s balls. Henderson arched his back to press himself more firmly into the gritty hard leather. Lewis rubbed the skin up and down over the shaft, and Henderson almost came from the pain and pleasure and degradation. But Lewis saw it and snarled “Don’t you dare!” Henderson gritted his teeth and fists and slowed his breathing and didn’t come.Lewis kicked him lightly in the ribs. “Get up!” Henderson stood and faced him, his erection in full view of the crowd, the message clear that it was the violence that had elicited it. He was ashamed that such a one as Lewis could arouse him, and to such a degree. But he was also glad for his shame. It took some effort to continue to hold his head high.”Get over there!” Lewis pointed to a set of manacles about three feet apart fixed to the floor and two chains hanging from the ceiling about a foot above head height. Henderson saw that Lewis was enraged. He wasn’t playing a scene. He wanted to do Henderson harm. Should I use the safe word? How much danger am I in? Not mortal danger, with all these people. His desire for the persecution to continue overcame his fear. Lewis approached Henderson and slapped him again, once hard on either side of his face. He tasted blood where his teeth cut his cheek. Yes!Lewis produced a set of manacles. Henderson offered his wrists without prompting, his breathing shallow and rapid. He didn’t miss the irony when he saw that the manacles were lined with sheepskin. Lewis snapped the manacles on and, again, without prompting, he raised his hands to reach the chains hanging from the ceiling. A member of the audience who was taller than Lewis hooked the manacles to the chains. Finally Henderson spread his legs so his ankles were within reach of the manacles fastened to the floor. A lamb to the slaughter. Lewis went to the back wall and chose a short whip with five thongs. There were small metal balls at the end of each thong. Fear coursed through Henderson when he put the whip together in his mind with Lewis’ evident anger. His limbs turned weak and for a short moment his full weight hung from his wrists.
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