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Chapter 15 Assessed!
"Up you get!" said a voice awakening me. I blinked, yawned, and looked at the clock by my bed. Seven thirty, on a Saturday morning, after a hard day at the 'Dogs!' Harold was standing over me. "Time to get up! Captain Flint will be here for your pre-punishment assessment in an hour!"
I had a shower and got into my outfit. It made a change not to be forcibly tossed off before breakfast, but who knew what the rest of the day held in store? I was still finishing off my coffee, as a moustachioed fellow in military uniform walked in, peak cap, the lot, with an up-market walking stick.
"Captain Flint, at your service, Sir!" he said to me in a clipped voice, full of sarcasm. "Off that chair, now!" he bellowed, withdrawing a thin flexi stick from within the main walking stick, and swiping me a stinging blow across the backside with it as I rose. "What are you doing in those clothes?" he demanded. "It's my workaday uniform, sir," I explained. "The only uniform a charge of mine wears is a look of terror!" he bellowed, right in my ear. "Get naked right now!" he shouted. "I want to see your body! I want to see your arse! I want to see your prick! I want to see your balls! If I decide to touch, squeeze, or thwack, I want nothing between my hands and your skin! I want no part of you hidden from my view! Understand?" "Yes sir!" I coughed, falling over myself to rip off my clothes. "Better!" he snapped. "Now, follow me down to the Punishment room and I'll have a closer look at you. If I like what I see I may decide to play with you for a bit."
He let me into the room, and there, hanging naked from iron rings between two stout upright beams, his legs kept wide kept apart by ankle restraints, was a man I'd not seen before. A Negro, he looked as if he could have been Nigerian. "Meet Nder," said Flint. "Nder is here for your amusement, but more of that later. First you will stand in a similar position to Nder, and you won't move from that position, even though unrestrained, while I examine you."
I stood, legs wide apart, and put my hands on my head, while Flint circled me, poking me here and there, feeling my balls, stroking my prick, and squeezing my arse. "Good," he said, with obvious approval, looking at my now erect member. "I like what I see, so now, pray lay on that table over there," he gestured a wooden table with various clamps and ropes attached, that was obviously used for punishment, or even torture.
I lay on it, face up, and he secured me, spreadeagled, to it. "Now listen carefully. I am very slowly going to arouse you to climax. While I am doing that, I want you to think of all the punishments you would like to inflict on Nder, here. Believe me, he loves it. So think hard, because when I have made you come, you will be inflicting those punishments on Nder. And your pre-assessment rating depends on your imagination, determination, and complete lack of mercy."
Flint removed his gloves and jacket, and rolled up his shirtsleeves. Then he started on me. Ever so slowly, he lightly tickled my toes, and slowly, slowly, rippled his finger up the insides of my legs. Ever so lightly, and so slowly that it took him a full five minutes to approach my groin. By the time his fingers were stroking the crease between my scrotum and upper thigh, my hard on was straining to contain itself. And I had come up with a few viscious wheezes to perpertrate on Nder, who was still secured and naked, and watching the proceedings.
Flints fingers had hardly started caressing my balls, and I went into spasm. "Ooh! Ah! Ah! " I gasped. "I'm coming!" "Good. Good." came Flint's soothing voice, his hand grabbing my cock firmly to help and guide the mighty eruption which followed, spurting all over my stomach, and seemed to last forever. "Good. We'll try that again, shortly."
"Irene's not going to like having missed that one!" I thought.
Flint patted me dry with a towel, and led me to a small hidden shower cubicle I had not noticed before. When I emerged, he was sitting at the Punishment Desk, busily scribbling notes. "He's all yours," he gestured towards Nder. "Use any of the props and apparatus you can find."
"I'll warm him up first, and make him squeal a bit," I thought. I took a wooden paddle, went round behind Nder, and started warming his bottom up. His arse had nice full rounded cheeks, and the paddle bounced well. I was soon drawing grunts of discomfort. I dropped the paddle, took a bottle of oil, and massaged his buttocks, making sure he was well oiled deeply in the cleavage between them.
My next bit of nastiness was to bring his already half hard prick to full rigidity. This I did by taking it in my mouth, and exploring its contours thoroughly with my tongue, whilst simultaneously tickling his balls. Once I got him hard I secured an elastic band, doubled and tripled up, under the rim of the head of his cock. With a length of cord, I tied the elastic band to a ring set in the ceiling above him, pulling it tight.
I had been puzzling what the vase of greenery on the desk was, and suddenly it had come to me. Stinging nettles! I plucked one form the vase, and caressed Nder's balls and prick with it, running it down the inside of his thighs, and under his scrotum to brush against the lower cheeks of his arse.
Then I went round the back, and caressed his arse with it. All the time Nder was silent, but writhing and arching his back, unable to escape from his bonds or protect his vulnerable sensitive parts from the punishment I was inflicting.
I chuckled. He wouldn't be able to sit comfortably for hours! By now his hard on was subsiding, but his prick wasn't able to reduce its length, due to the stretching effect of the cord attached to the elastic band round his rim. I left him for ten minutes while I went to the staff room, a sanctuary I had not before had the freedom to visit, and made myself a coffee. All the while, Flint looked on with interest, scribbling furiously.
After Nder had languished for a good while, I finished off my coffee, and released his prick. It flopped down, dangling in relief. I only wished I hadn't also been naked, as Nder was looking intently at the hard on I had developed in carrying out this torment.
"Not good!" I thought. I tied a leather strap around the top of his balls, and clipped a weight to it. His balls sagged, and bulged beneath the strap.
I released him from his bonds, and ordered him to walk around the room. As he did so, the weight swung between his legs. Finally, when I thought he'd had enough, I ordered him to the table I had earlier mounted.
"Nder hasn't come yet," I thought, "about time he did." I secured him to the table with his legs so wide apart there was no way he could even squirm if he didn't like what I was about to do. I removed the weight from his testicles, and in so doing, discovered a removable circular trap in the table, running from his knees to somewhere under his buttocks. I crouched under the table, and released the securing pins, removing the circle of wood. I was soon standing between his knees, his naked scrotum, penis, and buttocks unhindered by the surface of the table.
"Well spotted, lad!" called Flint from his desk. "Missed that one meself. Always a second chance in this game, though!"
Nder's balls were extremely sensitive after the stinging nettle treatment, and every touch was a torture and ecstasy to him at the same time. I whipped his prick and balls a few more times with a new nettle, and he roared with real anger. I caressed the afflicted parts, and his well endowed features were soon showing at their best within a few minutes, and despite his protestations and a stream of invective aimed at me, I made him come within another couple of minutes. I found a sponge and towel, cleaned him up, and let him lie there. I took another coffee.
Then I went back, rubbed his genitals with oil, and roughly wanked him again for some twenty minutes, while he groaned and begged me to leave him be, until I forced him to come again.
I cleaned him up for a second time, had another cup of coffee, and then repeated the whole process. It took nearly forty minutes of rough wanking this time, and he must have been sore as hell by the time he came for the third time in a couple of hours.
I cleaned him up again, and re-attached a couple of weight to his balls. Then I released him from the table, and ordered him to crawl around the room on all fours, adding small extras to the weights every so often. His balls sagged dreadfully. "Shoulders to the floor!" I ordered. Nder complied weakly, and I came up behind him and brushed a fresh stinging nettle back and forth between the now wide open chasm of his crack. I could hear him drawing sharp breaths. "I'll make every turd you pass a nightmare!" I hissed, grabbing another nettle, and repeating the chastisement of his anal crack.
Soon I was satisfied. "Back to the beams!" I shouted, and soon had him in the position in which I had inherited him. Finally, I took the paddle, and beat his arse until it was glowing. He had a look of fury on his face, as if he thought I had overdone it. I walked over to Flint at the desk. "Time for lunch, I believe," I said.
"Shower, and you can go." I had a shower, but realised my clothes were back in the Recovery Room. I headed back that way.
Irene caught me entering the Recovery Room. "Not so fast!" she said, grabbing me by the balls and halting me in my tracks. "We're $250 down today so far, and about to double it. Go to the PO Room at once, for an immediate ejaculation!" "Tough!" I laughed, secretly pleased that she had been done down. "Flint had your $250 worth in your absence! You'd better ask him for it."
Irene had a look of outrage on her face. "How dare you speak to me like that? You'll regret this. Forget the PO Room. We'll perform the routine in the Recovery Room, over lunch." I went over to the bed to get my clothes. "Forget them. Down to the recovery room as you are. Now!!" she shouted.
I entered the restaurant, and was suddenly embarrassed to see a group of half a dozen young people sitting at a long table, eating a lunchtime snack.
They were complete strangers to me. They looked at me, eyes wide open, as I walked in bollock naked.
Irene followed me carrying her portable 'on location' kit of medicated wipes and sample tubes. "This is Ian, our first trainee!" she announced to the strangers. She turned to me. "This is a group of students studying punishment therapy," she explained. "They are visiting here for a couple of days." At a price, no doubt, to swell Irene and Ian's coffers!
"Would you like a lunchtime practical?" she asked them. They nodded in approval at the idea. "OK. Clear a space on your table. Ian, climb up on to the table, and lie face up." Highly embarrassed now, guessing what was coming, I did as I was told. "Right," said Irene, business like. "Two of you take hold of his ankles. Two of you do the same with his wrists."
Two of the girls wrenched my arms above my head, and a couple of lads gripped my ankles, and dragged them to the edges of the table, opening my legs to the full. "Excellent!" approved Irene. "The other two of you can do what you like, now. Just one proviso, if you detect him about to ejaculate, let me know immediately."
With that invitation, the two that were not pinning me down, a girl named Gina and a lad called Mike, made a move for my genitals.
They soon found their way around, Gina never relinquishing her grasp of my shaft, whilst Mike was more imaginative, teasing his fingers over my balls, the base of my buttocks, and occasionally riffling his fingers through my pubic hair. After a while, I could feel myself going beyond the point of no return, but I kept a straight face, and said nothing. I was betting on Gina not being experienced enough to tell, and her colleague not being in contact with the right part of me to notice.
"Aaah!" I gasped, as I came all over my stomach, and partly over Gina's hands. Gina let go of my penis like it was red hot, and made a loud grimacing noise. She looked shocked and revolted. First time she had ever seen a man come, no doubt. She ran out, presumably in search of a washroom, to clean her hands.
Irene was furious. "How dare you?" she fumed. "You know I intended to collect the sperm!" she shouted. "Why didn't you let me know?" "Get stuffed!" I said. "That's it - Punishment Room now! I'll have you spend the rest of the afternoon coming, for that!"
I got up from the table and walked, naked, down to the Punishment Room. I was followed by Irene and her students, who were instructed to secure me between the two uprights that only a short while ago had been occupied by Nder.
Irene decided to have the first go, and stroked me to a hard on quite quickly. After ten minutes vigorous work, she donned her gloves, instructed Gina to wipe the head of my prick with a medicated wipe, and that itself started me coming. Irene caught it all expertly in one of her sample tubes.
"Mike and David - clean him up and start on him again straight away!" she ordered. So the afternoon progressed, and by five o'clock, they had managed to force me to come five times. I felt drained and sore. That was seven times I had come since Irene decided to call it a day, with her $1250 worth. She told them to release me, and sent me to shower.
While I was showering Flint popped his head through the cubicle door. "I'll see you tomorrow. So will Nder. He is my PA." "Personal Assistant?" I asked. "No, Punishment Administrator! Sleep well!" laughed Flint, fiendishly.
To be continued ....