Tutor and Brother

On arriving back at their home situated in Mayfair, the guests were shown to their rooms to refresh and take a rest before the late supper ordered by David.

The guests joined them as they already sat at supper. The Indian prince, Raji, seemed now in the light of the chandelier even more fragile with that golden shade of his skin, almost breakable under his luxurious clothes, and he had a surprising graceful bearing. David and Cedric eyed him curiously noticing the almost resigned and subdued attitude he had, as William and Roger exchanged a look of mutual understanding. His place was next to Roger, facing Ced who was seated between William and David.

Supper had been a rather boringly polite affair. Each of the men around the table immersed more in own thoughts. David analysing the interplay between Raji and Ced. William watching all three of them while wondering if he would enjoy soon a night alone with Roger. Roger watching his charge, as he fretted. Yes. Raji knew he had to pay for some misdemeanours during the trip on the sea...And as the end of supper approached his apprehensiveness and nervousness became almost palpable. He could not stop wondering if Roger was planning to gag him, tied to the bed, in their room, so that the hosts would not be aware. How much he hated to be gagged! His movements became jittery, hesitant, uncertain, while he pictured himself lying gagged, tied and helpless, while the Tutor started the punishments to last a week. A week starting now, or would the Tutor wait till they found their own house because friendship aside, theirs was a very private relation and he did not know how far or close Roger’s friendship with the three hosts was.

Cedric was torn between wanting to spend the night with his brother, or sharing more thoughts and company with Raji to whom he felt so attracted. He grinned in his mind. He felt like cheating on the love of his life – David. Going astray just a bit, because the Indian prince, younger than them seemed to exert a strange pull on him. And so it went until the moment when Raji waving his hand mistakenly and obviously distracted by the conflicting thoughts eating at him, wondering whether his tutor was going to punish him tonight or not, spilled a glass of red wine on the table. The crystal glass was now glimmering shards, the tablecloth red-stained, and Raji white under his golden complexion, eyes dark as night gazing almost hypnotized at Roger. Roger smiled.

“We will discuss this later in the privacy of our room. You’d best go prepare.”

The atmosphere suddenly felt loaded. Raji stood up and murmuring faint excuses made for the door.

“What do you mean, Roger, by discussing it?” William offered jokingly, yet fully knowing what was to come.

Ced drew in a sharp breath. He knew as soon as he heard the way William formulated the question that his unthinkable wish was about to come true. He knew just as well as all the others in the room what sort of ‘discussion’ Roger had in mind. So Raji also...it was than no wonder why he’d felt so attracted to him. Perhaps something in their minds and bodies had whispered to them that they were so much alike, that they could share everything. Even this.

“Well, just what it says. He will be punished. He has also some other failings to pay for. I just waited to arrive here. Mind you, it would have not done to do this on the ship… or at the inn. So, before being invited here, I thought about finding a suitable house. But as I understand I am under like-minded men and, since it seems to be undeniably necessary, I think I shall start punishing him soundly in daily sessions for a week, or so for his latest ‘mishaps’, ship and all included from tonight on. With your permission, of course.”

“Well, then I am happy to be of service. I am honoured to offer you the use of our house, sorry only that the playroom that you so generously helped me furnish and endow in the last years is at the castle.” William sipped at his own wine and gave Roger an encouraging smile. “However, Lord Sedgwyck and I find great pleasure to be of assistance. It just so happens, that having to deal as well with someone needing a strong hand, sometimes, we made some small adjustments to one of the larger bedrooms at the end of the hall upstairs. However, be warned, we have but small devices to help you deal here properly with him. But, the castle is only two or so hours from London, and as our tasks for now in London are soon to be completed, by next Sunday evening evening, for sure we will deal with your charge and ours in a more suitable and fit manner. I’m sure Ced has also missed the two rooms sadly.”

He threw a cursory glance at Ced. Indeed, he and David had decided to arrange that comfortable large bedroom only that morning, hoping to ‘assist’ Ced by using it in getting over his huff, if the need to continue staying in London should have been imperative. Ced seemed to pay no attention. His mind was fully focused on a single wish. He’d give anything to be able to watch. Be there and touch Raji while he was being punished.

“I see our friend is too caught in his own thoughts to answer. Oh well, meanwhile I shall release the servants for the night, and make preparations for a more, say, conducive setting? Cedric could you help?”

Roger shot him a wickedly playful smile. “You don’t mince with words, do you? One kept promise already upon arrival?”

“Indeed. And your arrival had been expected most anxiously. But never would we have dreamt to have the honour already on the first evening.”

“Well, then, if the young earl and his brother are of the same mind, I shall now go and inform Raji of his duty to ask for the honour of their presence during tonight and perhaps next days of punishment.”

He left the room.

“Well done, William. You service me good. This means reward of your choice. Ced, I believe you should be Raji’s most trusted assistant, friend and mate. I do think I noticed a certain attraction between the two of you. What say you?”

Cedric, still amazed by the turn of events, nodded agreement. To think he talked the entire afternoon away with Raji, and none of them had had the courage to confess what their life was like. What they were. He felt a strange tingling making its way up his spine. It was compassion, mingled with curiosity. How would Raji submit? How did he feel in such moments? What was Raji’s naked body looking like? Raji, his companion. His friend. His comfort shoulder. Perhaps. He stood there, looking around the room, and willing the time away, so that the Raji would come to be punished in the presence of them all. For once, he was going to be a witness. Not for his brother but for a soon to be very good friend. He promised himself that. He’d wanted the young man from first seeing him. And things looked as if he were going to get his wish even before he could well articulate it.

“Go now, and help William finish arranging the last bedroom, the largest one after the master’s chambers, will you?”

Eyes looked inquiringly at David.

“It was supposed to be a surprise love, for you. I noticed how unhappy you were, so we made a small chamber for games, me and William. It was not meant for anyone but you. Still, are you willing to share it?

Yes, he was. For Raji whom he found so alluring. He went quickly after William and helped in taking out some still left over useless pieces of furniture, leaving but the bed, with a mattress on it, and pillows thrown here and there in the room, attaching bolts with chains to the bedposts, and bringing in a large old-looking table...that could be nicely used as a fake rack. He even helped at fixing the bolts for the cuffs and shackles making sure they were firmly inserted in the wood. When they finished arranging also some other items, like a selection of whips, canes, rings and clamps, and some wickedly looking shafts of leather, the studded gold penis and the Venetian glass one – that he, Ced feared most – he almost rubbed his hands in satisfaction. Last one ottoman, and four comfortable recliners arranged neatly in a semicircle, offering full view on the ottoman and bed were brought for the ‘audience’, as William ironically phrased it.

Then he returned to the large living room with William. Soon a composed looking Raji arrived, accompanied by Roger carrying a large bag in his hand.

All three of them looked pleasantly surprised as the Indian prince entered the room. He was naked under a thin, translucent robe that floated around his ankles. His jet black hair, no longer hidden by the turban with the discreet ruby, was let loose falling down his shoulders on his back, and each skittishly step made them groan inwardly filled with lust. It was the strangest combination of fragility and hidden strength. His body was slim, with nicely shaped muscles, indicating that all frailness was deceptive. He knelt in front of them, and raising coal black eyes, that seemed feverish in their anxiety, addressed them asking for the honour of being assisted in his punishment, all the time looking straight into their eyes, mesmerizing them with his calm dignity. As he finished, he threw an uncertain glance directly at Cedric. Cedric watched him intently, lips a bit parted, and in that exchange of looks, Raji felt his soul open, when Ced’s lips sent him a silent kiss he found oddly comforting while awaiting punishment.

They all nodded agreement to be of assistance, and he thanked them bowing his head, and then, folding his hands behind his back he froze like a statue, waiting for the command to follow.

“Now follow Cedric, who will show you to your punishment room.”

On arriving there, David asked with barely hidden lust and interest to touch him after watching him walking up the stairs, calm, without hesitation, not trying to gain time, nor running to finish the sooner with the torment. As he entered, without being told, he’d knelt on one of the pillows, facing the bed.

“It would be an honour my lord”, replied Roger bowing respectfully to the lord of the house.

“Stand up”, David ordered softly, and Raji obeyed. David stood also and made the few steps separating him from the young man. “May I touch you?” Raji watched him intently for a second, and then let his eyelids drop in silent agreement.

David embraced him from behind, pressing him full-length to his body, feeling him through the soft fabric, letting his hand separate the fabric, while taking in the scent of the young man, grazing his neck, biting his earlobes. His hand slid gently down his belly, encountering the slowly hardening shaft. He let one of his fingers glide softly on the head of Raji’s erect penis. Raji’s lips opened in pleasant surprise as suddenly David’s hand fully held him, squeezing gently. The other three men watched fascinated as Raji’s head flopped back, just to fall almost helplessly on David’s shoulder.

Through slit eyes, Raji watched Ced as his senses were aroused by Ced’s brother. Ced was licking his lips, and Raji could guess that jealousy and lust were warring inside him. Then their eyes met, and silent understanding engulfed them, as Ced’s face turned almost wild with arousal and expectation to see what David and Roger had planned next.

David pushed him towards the ottoman, and turned to look at Roger.

“Do you agree, Roger?”

“Fully my lord. Just remember he has a punishment to absolve.”

“Ah, that he surely will, indeed. True, beautiful one?”

Just David could hear the helpless whimper, as Raji let himself be guided to the ottoman. His whimper had been more of protest. If someone were to touch him, making so the punishment to follow the harder, why couldn’t it have been Ced?

“Don’t. Or I and he will punish you all the more. I promise you shall have Ced as well touching you. I give you Ced. But only if you please me, and please me you will. And then, I shall punish also Ced.”

The young man gasped.

“And you’ll be the one to watch him.”

He lay there delivering himself to David who continued by inspecting his thighs, hips, kissing his nipples that hardened like ripe rosebuds, letting his questioning hands, caress balls and cock. Short moans of pleasure came from Raji’s mouth, turning David even more on.

David showed him on his belly and started the same game of discovery, running his hands over the youth’s shoulders, and back, kneading his small yet, hard and well-rounded buttocks.

“Kneel again, and prop yourself on your hands, knees spread beauty…” David murmured as the young man obeyed.

Gripping him, and pressing him to his body from behind, David took the engorged shaft in his hand, making small circling motions with his fingers on its head, while he opened with his other hand the boy’s ass cheeks. Slowly he slid first a finger, then two, and then three into the trembling body trusted to his hands. Raji pressed down his head on the ottoman moaning and whimpering helplessly as David’s hands continued to gently torture him, arousing him. His hips started making wanton, jerking movements in search of relief…It was close, so close…so… ineffable…Suddenly, the heated caresses ceased, and he gave a cry of frustration as he fell abruptly face down, sprawled on the ottoman. Burning, aching, without release, gasping and panting, trying to control his body, not to spill himself. Otherwise…oh, he didn’t even dare thing about the punishment that would come.

“Roger, where would you like him for punishment?”

“On the table.”

“Perfect idea. Cedric, go and help him on it. And keep him aroused.”

Without comment, cheeks and eyes burning with lust, yet feeling oddly impressed and tender towards the youth who was desperately trying to compose himself, Cedric went and helped Raji, still trembling and uncertain on his feet because of the denied release, take the few steps and climb on the table. As Raji wanted to turn face down, Cedric, stood him, by putting his hands on Raji’s knees, and spreading them. Then his hand cupped Raji and gently massaged his engorged shaft and aching testicles. Raji gave a tortured sigh.

“I am sorry for you, but you are so beautiful. Do you want me to stay here, next to you?”

Raji looked into his eyes. Deep. Then nodded and stretching his hand, ran a caressing hand in turn to Cedrics’s shoulder.

“Turn now.”

Raji gave a moan of protest but turned, and allowed Cedric to tie him down.

Now it was Roger’s turn to approach the table. Cedric barely finished closing the iron shackles on Raji’s wrists and ankles, as Roger bowed over the helpless body and said in a firm, no-nonsense voice, making all the worse, “I am going to give you ten, with the whip. Then, I shall invite the William and David to do the same. Each of them. Yet another ten. Then a break, and punishment will continue with what our host Lord Sedgwyck deems as fit.” He said it to be heard by the others as well.

Then he pulled more tightly the chains to make Raji’s body stretch completely, in its bonds leaving no room for the slightest movement. He looked now like a bronze arrow, waiting to be unleashed. Raji gave a hushed cry of surprise feeling the pain of this brutal stretching of his body.

“Now Raji, are you ready?”

“Yes, please.” A soft, resigned and accepting whisper that said something in him yearned for the beginning of punishment because this waiting was sometimes even harder than actual punishment. He turned his head facing Cedric on his left, and gave a last sigh…He was aroused. His skin and muscles burning and tense, knowing how much more painful it would be. Suddenly a hand slid into his, offered to him to hold onto something. Another’s comforting touch in his moments of distress was more than he’d expected now.

For a brief second all was crystal silence. The whip then whistled through the air, and fell on Raji’s shoulders. He cried out loud and struggled uselessly in his bonds. It was the doe-skin flogger, his mind registered wryly. While hurting a lot, it left almost no marks, and as it was not marking the skin making cuts into it, it could be used for longer whippings than any other whip.

The men in the room watched fascinated, aroused, in silence. Each of them knew the pain to which the young beautiful body was subjected. Senses were more refined, the erect state of the young man making the sensitive skin even more so, and they all listened to the helpless moans and cries, watching the beautiful body in his hopeless struggle to escape bonds.

After that first, initial outcry, only his heavy breathing could be heard for a time, as his body fought against pain and for escaping the bonds. Cedric changed place as to stay right at Raji’s head, and silently, started soothingly with his free hand to stroke gently his hair, gripping the jet dark silky strands, letting them run through his fingers. He made soft comforting sounds, all the time letting him cling one of his shackled hands to his own hand in a deadly grip that spoke his own message of pain. After just a few moments, a warning look from Roger, followed by an even meaner lash warned him that it would only contribute to increase the pain Raji was suffering, if he didn’t cease the soothing movements of his right hand.

After ten lashes, Roger stopped and turned to the fascinated audience. He made a vague motion, the whip whistling ominously once again in the air, and then he let the other men sitting on recliners know that they could take their turn. Provided they felt like it. Otherwise he fully intended to proceed. Cedric and Raji remained just as they were. Ced’s hand in Raji’s lock grip, and Raji panting and moaning while his body made involuntary and futile attempts to escape the shackles.

Roger sat on one of the comfortable recliners, and offered the whip to William who\'d signalled his intention to continue Raji\'s whipping.

William took the whip and went to the improvised rack. He observed the precise manner in which Roger had whipped Raji’s shoulders and back, each thin, vanishing lash at exact, half a finger intervals.

Raji, sensing the man, started panting rapidly in fear. There were more to come and though he knew that no blood would be drawn, the pain was fierce.

“Relax boy. I haven’t started yet.” William commented just before letting fly the first blow.

Another tortured loud cry followed by silent moans. Raji was losing the battle.

After ten lashes, William stopped, and going to his place, handed the whip to David.

David took the whip, and coiled it around his arm. He’d waited an impossible long time. But it had been the courteous thing to do. Roger was indeed nice and friendly by allowing him to touch and use his charge. Yet, he found himself anxious to make that body suffer and writhe prettily under the whip. When he was near the table, he draped the whip over Raji’s hips, making the youth flinch, and then slid his hand beneath Raji’s belly, and gripping his shaft started arousing him to full hardness again. The harsh breathing was sign of his success. Then he massaged Raji’s tense shoulders.

“I will start whipping you in but few moments. I shall cover your body from head to toe and back in lashes. After that, I shall untie you, and take you, as you kneel and will allow you to come. Yet, make no mistake. If you come before I find release, tonight’s punishments will be tenfold harder. Did you hear me?”

“Yeeessss…” came a soft whisper.

“Yes, who?”

“Master David.”

The whip fell on his shoulders, taking him by surprise.

“Aaaahhhh…noooo…” the pained cry escaped his lips.

“Cedric put your hands on his shoulders and keep him from struggling and hurting himself too much, by bleeding his wrists.”

David was wielding the whip masterfully, and held down, now in impossibility to move, while the whip made trips up and down his body, lashing at his aching skin without any pattern Raji lost himself in pain and soon he was whimpering, moaning, begging and lastly crying, for mercy, begging “no more, no more”, as tears ran down his cheeks.

When the whipping ceased, his whole body was trembling and he could hardly move.

“Cedric, help him to stay in a kneeling position.”

Cedric removed his shirt, and climbed next to Raji on the table, putting Raji’s hands around his hips, pressing Raji’s head in the space between his neck and shoulder, clasping his body to his, one hand around Raji’s shoulders, and one around his hips. He could feel the shivers running down the youth’s body, and slowly tried to soothe him, making a slight rocking movement,

Soon, a naked David joined them and separated Raji’s ass cheeks penetrating him in one swift movement, entering to the hilt. Raji moaned load, racked by pain and arousal, and continued to give small cries as David pounded hungrily inside him. He uttered incoherent words, his body convulsing between the twins. Cedric watched intently and when David gave a curt nod, as he buried himself deep into Raji Cedric climbed down from the table, letting Raji in the firm hold of David’s hands surrounding him, and slightly bending over the table, a bit uncomfortable, but well worth it, stretched taking Raji in his mouth making him come. When it was over, Raji fell helplessly in a heap on the table eyes closed, as gasps mingled with whimpering sounds escaped from his mouth uncontrollably.

When his gasps and whimpers subsided he felt already like floating. Opening his eyes, he saw that David carried him to some haphazardly thrown together pillows, and letting him gently down on them whispered. “Rest now, and watch”, as he helped Raji prop himself. He then kissed the lips of the Indian Prince and turned to Cedric.

“Cedric, on the table, and begin touching yourself.”

Although aching and longing just to get lost in his own body, till all the echoes of pain and satisfied lust receded, Raji raised his head and his hazy eyes watched amazed a now completely naked Cedric climbing on the rack. Cedric stretched on the rack, and let the palm of his right hand glide down his body, from chest to his thighs, skimming over one hip, and then take himself in hand. He masturbated himself, with knees a bit bent upwards, hips making soft, lazy, up and down movements, while his other hand stroked, squeezed and twisted a nipple. Raji watched the brothers fascinated, unconsciously licking his dried lips, while his hand travelled downwards surprised at his own arousal, stirred by the image before his eyes. Both were a wonderful nightmarish dream come true. Cedric had complied with his brother’s demand without complaint, without the merest hint of hesitation. Inwardly Raji groaned. In a mere few hours he’d become entranced by these two. And felt like falling in love. Could this be? Roger, his teacher, had told him as they’d embarked on their trip that he planned for him to find a place of his own. No longer able to take his throne, due to the incessant fights among clans and maharajahs he had asked Roger to turn from teacher to companion. Roger had agreed, stressing that the arrangement would be temporary. Raji was well aware of his strange sexuality and not ashamed. It could not be changed. One day, a youth had found out that this was the only way in which he could express himself. He’d hoped to persuade Roger to remain with him just to perform this task. Odd how he loathed and craved with the same breath what Roger gave him. He could not but admit that he was happy now that Roger had accepted but under certain boundaries and pointing out that the time together could not continue for much longer after their arrival to England.

He continued watching as David spoke softly to Cedric encouraging him to stroke himself more, harder, demandingly, and yet be careful not to go over the edge. He continued to hear Cedric’s rapid, soft gasps as he pushed himself up and down and writhed on the rack. His mind however was fully focused on the future and on the possibilities that were offered to him provided that the brothers found him to their liking. They could have, and here Raji felt his lips opening in satisfied smile, well, they could have a heaven and hell of their making, if the brothers would consider accepting him as a close, very close friend and, perhaps, lover. They were but a few years older, and had had the same sexual experiences as his, if not greater. And David, what a wonderful master and surely, lover, he could be…he’d not seen much, felt not much under his hands, but indeed, David administered punishment almost with tenderness and understanding. Demanding, tender, and at the same time able to feel the message of the other’s body. In turn, Cedric was fascinating in his warmth and friendly manner of consoling. He’d felt his soul stir for Cedric even before now. The fact that now he could see that Cedric was like him, made him even more desirous to have him as friend, companion and assistant in pursuing a life according to his inner self. They were kindred souls. They both could love David, and love each other for what they were, in a way that they could never share with David, but that would make them vie for making David happy, thus ensuring their own happiness.

He was brought to attention by a suddenly no longer soft, encouraging voice, but a harsh, commanding one that was almost of a white coldness.

“Enough Cedric. Stop and stretch spread-eagled on the rack.”

“Pleeeassee…please David, let me come.”

“No.”

“Just this time…”

“Cease.”

Raji watched as Cedric fought himself to comply and then froze, as with a flick of his hand, David signalled him to remain face up and stretch so on the rack. He gave sighs of protest and frustration. Then Raji flinched in surprise, as without turning his head, David addressed him.

“I see that you’ve overcome your pain Raji. Care to come and return the favour to my brother?”

Raji went then near the rack. Ced was stretched there, face tense, muscles taut, eyes turned dark blue with green iridescence. Their gazes locked, and Raji read apprehensiveness and serene acceptance in his eyes. Ced gave a resigned smile, and licked his red lips as he watched the bronzed youth looking from dark night eyes at him. The younger man seemed still dazed by what he was seeing, and undoubtedly feeling. Ced’s lips formed soundlessly the need of his mind “Kiss me, Raji, I am going to need it. To take it with me…in but few moments.” Ced knew it was reckless and somewhat breaking the unspoken, yet known rules. But he couldn’t stop himself. He felt a sort of brotherly connection to this Indian prince, and needed this reassurance. Without questioning how wise or advisable it was, Raji understanding the silent plea bent over the rack, and taking Ced’s head in his hands, put his lips on Ced’s kissing him longingly, passionately, sending to him all the heat and desire he felt, all the compassion and understanding. Ced returned the kiss, all the while thinking, if only you knew, knew how afraid I am of what’s to come. How I fear this every time. How I wait for it each night, day, month, year knowing it will come…If you knew how proud I am each time that I vanquished the fear and it… David had watched in silence the interplay. He’d found the Prince utterly enticing and arousing. He’d liked to see him submit. He’d liked how he felt inside the young man’s body. But most of all he liked the idea of finding out if he and Ced had indeed found a mate, a friend, a true help and comforting shoulder, a brother in suffering for Ced…and, indeed, even Ced’s playmate when he, David, would be otherwise engaged. So, he hadn’t interfered in the kiss, but now the two needed to return to reality.

He went to the table and selected the Ventian glass shaft, a short chain with a ring attached to it, and a pair of handcuffs.

“Knees bent, legs wide open”, David ordered, his back turned to them, facing the two other occupants of the room. For what he planned, he wanted them out. He didn’t want William, but most of all Roger witnessing his brother’s punishment. Nor guess at the link he tried to forge between the two males waiting for him one on the rack, the other near it.

“I believe, gentlemen, I have both well in my hand. If you wish to watch the proceedings, you are welcome. If, however, you would like to retire and share old memories and new tales, feel free to do so. Roger, do I have permission to administer the rest of Raji’s punishment, or would you rather do so?” he inquired one brow raised in amusement and well placed arrogance. William understood the message, and prepared to intervene. However, either Roger was just as perceptive, or, if not, more than happy to retie the knot to his old love, because no further intervention was required from him or William.

“Indeed, we would like to retire and have some private moments my lord. You have free hand to finish his punishment as you see fit on my behalf, and, if he misbehaves, some more.”

All words were lost on Raji and Cedric. The three men wished each other a nice good rest and night, as Roger all the while threw warm, promising glances at William. But, even so, maybe the two by the rack could have heard the discussion, if not so entranced with each other. Raji couldn’t help and stroked and caressed Ced, who remained hard, and felt growing harder with each caress. Suddenly, Ced groaned harsh and whispered softly, “I was so amazed and proud of how brave you are Raj. Touch me some more before he comes, please. It is I now asking for this honour.” Raj bent and kissed him gently on the lips, and then licked his nipples, making slow circling movements with his tongue. Then, going to his feet, he massaged lightly his thighs, a feathering caress wandering over Ced’s manhood. It halted and suddenly Cedric gave a wild moan of arousal, as he felt Raji’s lips tasting him, taking him inside his mouth. “No, no, Raj. I can’t take it now. Don’t make it any harder right now on any of us. I beg of you. Cease”, Ced murmured tortured, as he fought himself and the soft lips on his body. Raji gave one last hungry lick to Ced’s hard shaft and then he continued his exploration of Ced’s thighs and legs.

"I hate to break into your moment of silent communion, but I believe it\'s time for Ced\'s sanction now."

Raji looked amazed at the thick Venetian shaft, the chain and the ring in David\'s hand. Somehow, he registered peripherally the sudden increased tenseness of Cedric\'s body. He heard the soft groan as David’s hand stroked his brother over penis and balls and then pushed his feet more up, to gain access to his ass. He had moved next to Ced\'s head. He peered down into Ced\'s eyes. They were wide open, a flicker of nervousness and anguish in them, which turned into something void, a clean slate with not the slightest message to be read. Catching Raji\'s eyes in the bottomless and empty pools of his own, Cedric whispered softly and resigned. "I knew there was a reason I felt so close to you". Then he closed his eyes, breathing hard in and out, trying to calm himself before what was to come.

"You may stay there at his head and watch", David told him in a cool neutral voice.

He then started pushing the shaft inside Ced. Ced whimpered, but did not open his eyes, and he seemed to tense even more. When it was completely inside him, David kissed him gently, and then attached the ring to his cock, and the chain to the small ring of at the end of the shaft. Then he squeezed his nipples, for good measure making him jerk upwards and moan.

"Tell me, Ced, why are we going through this?"

"Because I didn\'t obey directly and you love me", the answer was given in a flat voice. It did not question. It stated a fact.

“Very well. Now, Raji, bring one of the recliners here, next to the table, and help Ced get on it, then tie his hands behind the back of the recliner with these cuffs, and his legs to the feet of the recliner.”

Raji did as asked, and realized that what Ced was bearing was a sinfully lustful punishment. Tied as ordered, his back propped on the recliner he was almost in a sitting position, but not completely, and each movement meant that the studded shaft inside him made him more aroused, while the ring prevented any form of release.

“Nice. Well done Raji. Now, I have still something for my brother, and then we shall continue with you.”

David put in front of Ced the sand hourglass and watched him intently “it’s just two hours brother”. Nothing. Not a protest, not a moan. Ced just stood there, without struggling, eyes closed, face white as bed linen, while small drops of sweat were building on his face, running down his neck and chest. Raji, kneeling, awaiting whatever David had planned for him, felt his heart breaking for the beauty of Ced’s exquisite pain.

“Now Raj, chest on the ottoman, knees on the floor, hands behind your head”.

Raj went and kneeled as ordered on the ottoman.

“We shall try the cane. See if you can stay put without being tied. Ten. With that I shall consider your punishment of today done. If you move, we repeat until you stay put. However, if you manage from the first, you may retire to your room. Or stay here, watching my brother. Watching. You’re not allowed to touch him, or otherwise bring him ease. Understood?”

He nodded without moving.

Ced suddenly shivered and struggled in his bonds, giving a desperate moan, before settling down, his body being able to find again a brief respite. If he could just move himself to sit like...yes, so. The shaft pressed again that soft most intimate spot inside him. He jerked and moaned again. Then he heard a muffled cry. Raj’s punishment had commenced. He opened his eyes, watching the scene. And moaned again. It was worse, far worse, while he was feeling that enormous pressure for release, that his ‘outfit’ denied to watch Raj’s body struggling to stay put, knees on the floor, chest on the ottoman, taking the cane, and making those unwittingly alluring movements with his posterior, as he pushed it upwards after each stroke for the next one.

Raj felt tremendously proud, and felt no shame as he felt his wet cheeks. He’d managed to stay put. For the first time without being tied, and that was no small feat. Was it perhaps because David had been gentler than Roger? Or was it because of Ced who was there, next to him in his own private hell? He continued crying silently, as he stood up and, going in front of Ced, bowed before him, and then sat cross-legged, facing him. Only then he noticed that David had already left the room, without saying anything.

“How...how much?” He heard a feverish whisper.

“How much what”, and after a brief hesitation he added, “friend of my soul?”

“Sand”. A short word followed by a prolonged moan.

Raj looked at the hourglass, and considered lying comfortingly. Yet, he decided against it. It would not help, in the end. It’s still more than a little above one hour and a half”.

Ced’s body contorted as he gave a pitiful cry.

“Listen, listen to me Ced. Don’t think about it. Listen to my story. It’s not touching. It’s not easing. It’s just a story to listen to. He didn’t forbid me to talk.”

Ced nodded. Yes, he would try to listen, as his body fought of his free will, alone the bonds.

“In the country I come from the Indian Ocean shines like a sapphire, the sun shines brighter and hot, much hotter, and there are wondrous trees the kind of which you would never see here, and rivers and rivulets floating calmly through the vast land and jungle to feed our sacred river the Ganges, and the jungle seems to sing. Day and night incessantly, you can hear the whispers of the animals, of men and gods alike. The tunes of the music calling us to temples and mosques, the jingling of the silver bells on the ankles of beautiful temple dancers, and now try to imagine...”

Raj’s voice went on, mesmerising, monotonously, but soothing Ced in a strange way, as he no longer seemed to mind much the incontrollable movements of his body, the incessant torture of craving relief that was denied. Yet, by the end of the two hours, Ced’s eyes were wet with unshed tears, and his chest only heaved up and down, knowing full well, that there was not release, and cries for it just as futilely.

The door opened, and Raji, still sitting cross-legged on the floor, sucked in his breath. David had returned.

“Oh, how nice that you stayed to keep him company”, he nodded in passing looking at him pointedly to remove himself from his spot next to Ced’s.

Then, he bent over Ced, kissed his forehead, and whispered “now, the three so much awaited lashes. If you come, it’s your luck. If not, tough. ‘Cos there will be no other opportunity for release tonight”. Ced glanced at him, eyes begging mercy, but did not protest, as David removed his cock ring. And then...Raj cried out loud watching as a thin lash fell on Ced’s most sensitive parts. Ced just jerked upwards, biting his lips. Then the second and third, this time making Ced shout his pain and lust as well, as his hips pushed up...up...and then he spilled himself, letting his head fall on his chest, breathing hard.

“Well, weren’t you just ripe”, came the ironic praise, as his hands and feet were released from their bonds. Ced still did not move from the recliner.

“I see. You’re too tired brother?” David asked with a flippant note to his voice while he pulled out the phallus from Ced, and locked again only the ring. David looked then to Raj, who seemed to have quit breathing altogether and looked just like a snake mesmerised by a mongoose, “Help him get to his room, then head for yours. Rest good. Tomorrow your punishment shall resume. Tell me, have you ever been punished like this?” Raj just shook his head in frightful denial. David just looked deep into his eyes and said in a decisive voice “then we’ll just have to improve your training for servicing us, and your punishments, won’t we? But for now, help him get to his room and good night to both of you.”

Left alone, the two continued to stay motionless for what seemed hours, and then hesitantly, Ced leaning heavily on Raj they made their way to Ced’s room, conveniently placed next to Raj and the very room they’d left behind. Collapsing on Ced’s bed, they kissed, and then Raj stood up and left the room, in silence, head bent, tired. No words were exchanged lest for the “Good night” he whispered, and the whispered “to you too...” which accompanied him. They hadn’t been able to talk. They couldn’t yet share the fear of following days. Their emotions yet to raw, and their acquaintance still too fresh and fragile, they could not find yet the right words for comfort or love. They both slid into exhausted sleep thinking the same thing: their life was changing, taking a wild and deeper meaning for them and those surrounding them. And David...ruled them all, without seemingly making an effort, and they all complied. Even the tutors they’d had the fortune or misfortune to be entrusted to. It was just a question about what they felt about who and what they were.