Janice was outraged at Christopher and Lawrence’s insubordination. The prospect of a night
in her bed should have been more than sufficient inducement for the minor embarrassment of
a fellatio contest. How could this have happened? Had she moved too fast? Should she stamp
down hard or tread softly?
Janice was not used to rebellion. Janice considered her ultimate power, threatening
to take the boys back to where she had found them. However, what could she do, if they
called her bluff? Maybe Sparky had figured out too much and was plotting with the boys.
Janice had to play her cards with authority and precision.
She strolled back, outwardly calm and serene.
“You have blatantly disregarded my first and most important rule. What has Sparky
done to my lads, to make them mutiny?”
Christopher started to reply but Janice interrupted him.
“The question was rhetorical. R, H, E, T, O, R, I, C, A, L. It means that you don’t
have to answer. Untie yourselves at once. Unless that is too bloody queer for you.”
Had they lain still Janice would have to use her ultimate weapon. Maybe the dig at
Christopher’s spelling and vocabulary helped. Christopher and Lawrence shuffled across the
floor to lie back to back and struggled with the knots. Janice’s face developed a broad
grin. It was not rebellion but true homophobia, for the lads had rejected the obvious
choice of using their teeth on the ropes.
“When you finally get free we will play a game. A game to which even you two
homophobes can’t object. I will give you fifty pegs each. These you will apply to your own
skin. Clip one to each nipple, the rest to your cock and scrotum. There’s no need to touch
each other. Better still; face in opposite directions, so you can’t even see each other.
The winner will be the boy who gets the most pegs firmly attached.”
In the fullness of time, knots were undone and each lad set to applying his pegs.
Lawrence was careful and methodical. He pulled and tugged on his scrotum to stretch it,
then started with a neat line along the centre ridge of slightly thicker skin. This
excited him to full erection so he continued the neat line up his penis. Next, he formed a
straight line down the other side of his dick. He had already used up half his pegs. He
continued with two more symmetrical lines over his balls, and finally placed the remaining
few pegs at right angles to the others on his cock. He applied the nipple pegs last and
made sure those pegs held enough flesh such that they did not pinch the ends.
Christopher just pegged anywhere. When he ran out of skin, he had to take some off
and reapply those pegs to make space. Both lads eventually affixed the fifty pegs each.
“Well done lads! Now face each other and run on the spot.”
This, plus more vigorous solo exercises, failed to dislodge a single peg.
“Looks like it could be stalemate men. We will wait for a little while to see if
either of you wants to acquiesce. If not, we can try once more tomorrow.”
Janice knew full damn well that neither would succumb. As one will be aware, pegs
range from mild to killers. These were medium. Once fixed and tolerated for a few minutes
they cause numbness, only cured by their painful removal; or by pulling or twisting.
“OK, that’s it. The result is an honourable draw. We will try again, soon. Unless
you have any ideas how we get a quick submission?”
Our lads did not want to be left frustrated. Christopher suggested that Janice could
hit their pegs to get a result.
“You want me to hurt my precious hands on those hard wooden pegs? You can be so
ridiculous. Can you think of any real ideas, Lawrence?”
“Would it be OK if we hit each other’s pegs?”
This was exactly what Janice wanted.
“Good idea. Only hit pegs with pegs. Put your hands behind your backs.
“Start!”
Frustration and competition can bend the mind. Lawrence and Christopher considered
mutual fellation homosexual. The boys were not queer, so they could not do this.
However, these fine young men regarded two erect cocks covered in pegs, repeatedly
bashing together, as a competition. The sight of both swinging their cocks up and down,
trying to hit the other’s peg covered bollocks, showed that they clearly considered this
no more than a contest for Janice’s body.
The pair treated Janice to a surprisingly protracted display. Pegs were flying off.
They struck blows, which were as likely to hurt the weapon as to damage the target. There
was a lot of yelling, which she chose to ignore. Finally, Christopher grabbed hold of
Lawrence’s arse and ground his genitalia into Lawrence’s pegs. Lawrence ground in return,
until the end of one of Christopher’s few remaining pegs had lodged inside Lawrence’s
foreskin. It was doing him damage.
“I submit!” yelled Lawrence.
“At last. Congratulations Lawrence. You sleep with me tonight!” roared Janice.
“Sorry Janice, but I won,” objected the extremely confused Christopher.
“My poor dim-witted boy; you broke my rules yet again, Christopher. I told you both
to keep your hands behind your backs. You cheated, Christopher, therefore you lose.”
“That’s not fair. Why didn’t you stop me at the time?”
Janice pulled Christopher’s remaining pegs off, without bothering to squeeze the
ends to release the pressure. She then kicked him so hard in his bollocks that he left the
ground. As he lay groaning on the floor, she applied a genital restraint and padlocked
it.
“You can be your own worst enemy Christopher. You not only spoke without being asked
a question, but you dared to contradict my decision. Then you make it worse by telling me
that I am unjust and questioning me. How dare you! I have lectured you on this subject
before. It must never, ever, occur again.”
She sat down in front of Christopher, pulled his legs further apart than he had ever
conceived possible and ground her heal viciously into his restraint covered testicles, as
she continued to speak
“Do you remember the restraint I showed you? With nice smooth leather on the inside.
Well, you brainless diminutive boy, this one has studs inside. If you do this to me once
more, you will wear one with spikes and will be begging me to allow you to wear this one
instead!”
Janice led them to her bedroom. Told them to stand motionless and silent until her
return. Long uncomfortable minutes passed as they complied. After half an hour,
Christopher whispered,
“I did win and she was unfair.”
She, weary of disobedience, returned wearing flat shoes and carrying a silk whip. A
whip constructed from one continuous length of silk cord folded to make sixteen yard-long
loops, then bound at one end. A device designed to inflict pain but leave minimal skin
markings.
Janice flicked Christopher onto his back, spread-eagled his legs and used her foot
as a heavy vibrator on his studded-restrain covered cock and balls. She continued this
without a sound for ten minutes, before speaking.
“This, Christopher, is to teach you the real meaning of silence. Lawrence, please
apply a full nelson to our disobedient friend.”
Lawrence applied the hold with unexpected gusto. Janice utilized the whip with force
and precision to sting every inch of visible skin exactly three times. Lawrence was
covered in sweat from the strain of holding the screaming Christopher reasonably still.
Janice flipped Christopher face down onto the floor and instructed to Lawrence hold
him spread-eagled in that position. Whipped the rear of Christopher from neck to knee
using more power but less exactitude. As she stood on Christopher’s studded-restrain
covered testicles, she enquired,
“Do you now comprehend the meaning of the word unfair?”
“Yes, Janice,” whimpered Christopher, understanding not.
She frogmarched the fatigued Christopher into a newly installed cage. She locked his
forearms into leather cuffs, with his arms behind his back. Then she fixed the cuffs to a
rope, which she tied to the cage’s rear top bar. Christopher looked far from comfortable.
Arms bent backwards at more or less a right angle, his back bent forward, at the waist,
just as sharply. Janice turned off the spotlights lighting the cage, to increase the drama
of Christopher’s incarceration.
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