Chapter 24

Things were free and easy at Wimpy's -- Bonita was all over Terence but it was cute -- and otherwise, it was all just talk and cutting up and enjoying each other's company. Terence seemed to need the time away from whatever his parents were up to, and Bonita wanted to provide him his peace; Clint and Brenda had the pair of them as reasons to be there and that took the pressure off them as far as each other was concerned. Nobody pressured anybody for anything they didn't want and everyone had a good time. Brenda was gratified that Clint and Terence would be seen in public with her -- it couldn't hurt her social status -- but there was more to it than that; Clint and Terence were easy to talk to. Clint asked about how track was going, boring in and getting times from her to see just how well she was doing; he wanted to know what she thought her chances at All-State were, and was supportive. When she said something about not knowing how well the football team was doing from just looking, Clint took no offense, "It's a team sport. I think we're going to put a first-class team on the field this year and surprise a lot of people -- but we won't know until we try. You guys help -- you have no idea what an incentive it is to the guys..."

"Yeah, well..." Brenda shaded to eggplant purple in embarrassment over the mention of her 'Booster Club' activities -- but it was handled positively and Clint didn't seem to be dumping on her for them.

After the burgers, Terence took Brenda, then Clint, home and took Bonita to her house. Bonita's father was home -- and her mother didn't allow him to escape. She called him in from the door, offering hospitality -- and Terence didn't realize that he was walking into a trap until he was face to face with Bonita's father! "Arturo," Lucinda purred when they'd come in to the kitchen and Terence and her husband were abruptly face to face, "This is Terence. He's seeing Bonita."

"Is this true?" Arturo's eyes swung to Bonita. "When was I going to hear about it?"

"I was going to tell you yesterday, Papa, but you were late!" Bonita apologized.

"You have met, then?" Arturo's eyes accused his wife.

"Yes. I waited to see if it was going to be short-lived, but..."

"They took me swimming!" Gabriel offered hopefully. "I like Terence!"

"I see." Arturo finally turned his attention to the big black boy. "You will forgive me -- I do not like surprises." He stuck out a hand. "I am Arturo Vasquez."

"Terence Carter."

"You are in school, then?"

"Yes, I'm a senior."

"Good. Will you be attending college?" This was more or less a trick question; Bonita wouldn't. Bonita would be attending a trade school, it was most likely -- if this boy or some other did not change her priorities. From the look on her open face, Arturo surmised that the deed was already done.

"Probably not," Terence replied. "I'm better with my hands. Woodworking, that kind of thing. My dad's in construction -- my mama's a nurse. I'll probably go to a tech school."

"I'm a landscaper," Arturo replied, his tone adding, 'of course' to the statement. Arturo was an illegal -- and illegals didn't gravitate to high-paying jobs -- not without a real Social Security number... "How long have you been dating my daughter?"

"Only a few days," Terence replied.

"You have met some of the family, I see," Arturo said smoothly -- but the gaze he swept over Bonita and Lucinda was accusing. "How many times have you taken Bonita out?"

"Two or three," Terence replied, knowing that Arturo was trying to see how far they'd gone. "Mostly we meet at football practice -- she's there for Brenda, who's doing track at the field. We've been out to eat, and we went swimming at a friend's -- Gabriel was there..."

Arturo sensed that Terence was basically telling the truth -- but maybe not all of it. He remembered that he lied shamelessly to Lucinda's papa when they met... It was time to cut through the deceptions and reach the truth: "Have you slept with my daughter?"

"Arturo!" Lucinda yelped, but Arturo was watching the black boy's eyes. They narrowed, but they cleared.

"Yes," Terence said simply.

"Wife!" Arturo waved a hand when Lucinda opened her mouth. "I'm not blind. Bonita can't hide it -- and you knew about it." Turning back to Terence, he asked, "Are you using rubbers?"

"No. Bonita is on birth control."

"I don't approve of that."

"Would YOU use rubbers?" Terence challenged.

Arturo settled back a bit, his posture less belligerent. "No. And I have the family to prove it."

"Nita needs to finish high school," Terence declared. "I do, too. We don't need kids right away, either of us. She's safer this way. I understand about religion and everything, but they don't live in the real world."

Arturo grunted. The conversation had shifted to a discussion among equals. "I still disapprove."

"Okay."

Arturo cocked his head. "Okay, what?"

"Okay, you disapprove. You have a right to. Doesn't change anything."

Oddly, Arturo's temper wasn't engaged. "You cannot dictate this. This is a family decision. MY family."

Terence looked Arturo square in the eye. "I'm not dictating anything. Nita?"

"Mi amor?" Arturo's eyes snapped to his daughter, whose eyes popped and who put a hand to her mouth, but nothing could have been more clear...

"When are you comin' off birth control?"

Bonita looked at her father, then her mother, then her little brother -- and finally at her man. "When it is time for us to have children," she replied softly.

Terence nodded. "It's Nita's decision. It's early yet, but it might end up being a family decision for OUR family."

Arturo said to Terence, "You have some serious cojones."

"I try not to kid nobody."

"I see that. Wife, make the coffee. You promised Terence -- Terence? You promised Terence the hospitality of our home." Arturo waved for Terence to sit at the dining table. He seated himself and looked over at Terence as he settled warily into his chair, "I suppose they filled your head with mush about tiptoeing around me..." he said conspiratorially.

"Yeah," Terence nodded.

"Women." Arturo gave a shrug that said that explanations were impossible.

Terence shrugged. "They're different. And they don't come with instructions. What Nita sees in me..."

"I see what she sees in you," Arturo replied. "I see it clearly." He turned to Bonita, who was still trying to figure out what was happening. "Why are you not helping your mother? Whose guest is this, anyway?"

"Yes, Papa!" Bonita hurried over to the counter. She glanced up at her mother; Lucinda was smiling. Slowly, Bonita smiled, too.

Terence stayed to dinner -- and met Julio, who was not his father. Taller, thinner, better-looking, Julio was nonetheless arrogant and sly. He seemed to feel that Terence, being black, was beneath him. Terence, who felt no such thing, let Julio's syrupy slights roll off him. Arturo noticed, noticed that Terence didn't waste time in offense, and held his peace. When Julio had departed the family table, he said, "I apologize for my eldest son's lack of manners. He has a silver tongue and it allows him to move freely in places I cannot -- but I think it makes life too simple for him. I have tried to deal with his arrogance, but such discussions always end with him telling me that what he said was not intended to give offense, even though we both know better. I am not equipped to deal with him on that level."

Terence nodded. "I can't go toe to toe with him, either -- but my brother Damian might be able to. He's... smoother."

Arturo sipped his coffee. "Given a choice between smooth and honest, I prefer honest."

"Me, too."

Terence left a while later, after Bonita climbed all over him on the front porch. She'd have gotten under his T-shirt if she could, Terence figured. "Papa will be angry," Bonita predicted.

"Yeah, but he won't be slappin' you around," Terence replied. It was a statement, not a question.

"No," Bonita agreed, "and he isn't going to forbid me to see you, either, mi amor."

"Good. That makes things simpler, doesn't it?" Terence grinned.

"Yes." Bonita stuck her head in his armpit again.

"Why did you not tell me?" Arturo asked his wife.

"He was as honest with me as he was with you. Brutally honest. I was afraid the boy..."

"That is a man. That is NOT a boy," Arturo rumbled. "He does things the way men do them, not as boys do."

"Yes," Lucinda agreed. "Forgive me -- I feared he would anger you. Also, he is black..."

"Yes. But given a choice between a black MAN and a BOY from THIS neighborhood..." Arturo's contempt for the locals was clear. "Bonita has chosen well. I may not tell her so, in order to maintain some control over her, but she has." He chuckled. "They look funny together, though."

"Yes," Lucinda gazed at the couple through the front window, "They do."

Julio could not believe that his sister had dragged a big, stupid black to the family table -- and that Papa had sat still for it! The ignorant asshole didn't even understand Julio's insults! Maybe that was the best his fat little moron of a sister could do, but it was embarrassing. Worse, even Gabriel seemed captivated by the big, muscular buffoon! Julio shook his head. 'I will have to work on Papa and get this piece of shit kicked out of here and back to where he belongs!' Julio mused to himself. 'Well, no matter. Time to go out and find another stupid cunt to talk out of her panties.' Whistling, he splashed on some cologne, combed back his hair, and headed out the door.

It was almost nine p.m. on Thursday evening when Randy's cell rang. "Do you think I'm running a combination whorehouse and take-out?" Jiang Yi ranted in his ear.

"What the fuck?" Randy grunted.

"Don't tell me you didn't do this! Sonya says she spent half the afternoon fucking some blonde boy you dropped off in your van!" Jiang Yi rasped.

"TOBY had the van! Shut the fuck up until you know what's going on!" Randy yelled. Jiang Yi was a test of his patience he did NOT need after staying up all night! He hadn't slept well all day! "Call Toby and bitch!"

"What's his number?"

"Hey, what kind of whore do you think my daughter is?" Jiang Yi lit into Toby without preamble.

"She's a GROUP whore!" Toby retorted icily, "and so are YOU! Haven't you learned YET?"

"All I get is calls for take-out on no notice -- and I come home to find my daughter full of some boy's cum! It's not right!"

Toby had no problem figuring out what wasn't right about it "Pipe down or I'll send three guys over to see if you're airtight!" he rasped.

"Oh, su-ure! You've got all kinds of guys hanging out ready to rush down here and fuck over an ugly old Chinese broad!" Jiang Yi replied scathingly.

She had him -- Randy didn't want to go over there anymore and everyone else was tied up. But it wouldn't do to let her know that.... "I've got more resources than YOU know anything about!" he retorted. "I can always sic Dirk on you!"

"EWWWW!" Jiang Yi hung up.

Toby made a mental note. Sometime, when the disasters stopped, he'd have to see to it that Jiang Yi got some male attention.

Friday morning arrived. Candace discovered that she was again the day shift at nursing, but that didn't seem too horrible. She fed Marta and Pietro -- with Maddie's help -- then wandered down to taunt Fernando and turn on and off vibrators. She didn't know where the punishment thing was going; it was something for the boys to decide.

Marta would not be denied. Every time Candace entered the room, she got the third degree. "How long will we be here?"

"I don't know. You need to rest a bit longer," Candace replied.

"Are we prisoners?"

"No. You're patients. But your husband IS a prisoner, and it might not be wise for you to be seen out and about while that continues."

"Where is Pietro?"

"Watching TV. Maddie! Marta wants to see Pietro!"

"No, no! It's okay!" Marta stopped Candace.

"Never mind!" Candace yelled.

"Okay!" Maddie yelled back from the living room.

Candace turned to Marta, "This isn't about you -- well, it is and it isn't. It's about what your husband does to you and your children. We're punishing him and providing him with an object lesson as to what will happen if he ever tries it again."

"Are you hurting him?"

"Some. Not permanently -- he's getting less than he deserves on that front. We're dinging his pride more than anything else."

"That is dangerous!" Marta insisted.

"It would be if we were going to allow him to keep any," Candace replied, "but we're not. He'll be watched -- and we'll make sure he understands that. And if he lifts a finger to harm any of the three of you, the penalties will make what we're doing to him right now look like a slap on the wrist!"

"He's my husband. I should be involved!"

"Should you?" Candace cocked her head. "That might make you a target. If you want to be in on his punishment, I imagine that can be arranged -- but if he knows you are directly involved, you might become a focus of his anger."

"I'm not certain I want you to do all of this," Marta mused.

"We're going to, anyway -- he's gone too far and we've already started. You might not want to know what we're doing, as it is humiliating for him as well as painful," Candace advised. "On the other hand, it might be good for YOU to get a little revenge -- make you feel more confident and less vulnerable before him. That might even help him -- if you act less threatened, he might resist falling into old habits."

Marta nodded. "I will think on this."

"Right now, we figure we have the weekend. After that, we probably have to turn him loose. It would be better for everyone if we had more time..."

"How would you obtain that?" Marta asked.

"We doubt seriously that your husband told his boss that he was staying home to keep you in after he beat the shit out of you, Honey. He probably said something like he had a family emergency. That gives us some leeway -- for instance, it's been suggested that someone could call his work and tell his boss that he was in an accident -- in Puerto Rico, maybe, where checking up on him would be more difficult. That would explain everyone's injuries -- and might give us more latitude in dealing with him."

"I will think on this, too. What are you doing to him?"

"He's bound and sometimes gagged. He hasn't eaten since you arrived, although we've given him water. He's suffered some verbal and physical abuse," Candace said carefully. "Not being able to leave marks that indicate a beating has limited us. Are you sure you want to know? Some of it is... personal."

"Personal?" Marta cocked her head.

"Yes. Indignities -- and worse. A lot worse. I'm not sure I should tell you. I'll want to talk to some others, first."

"I see." Marta pursed her lips. "I want to know."

"I'll pass that along." Candace left rather than have Marta pursue things. She called Lon, who called Toby, who discussed it with Hank. "I don't know if he should wait all day for something new," Toby opined.

"Me, either, but we need something that hurts a lot without tearing anything up if his wife won't let us go."

"Let me call Ma."

"What about a good, old-fashioned spanking? Bare hand -- or better -- with a paddle? Does Candace have a ping-pong paddle lying around?" Beth suggested. "That's quick -- and he'll certainly remember it for a while -- and the marks will go away in a couple of hours."

"Not hard to set up, either," Toby agreed.

"You're right -- you shouldn't let him go all day," Beth added. "Go at lunch. He probably has to pee, anyway. We may have to feed him something at some point. I'll talk to Robert and Louise -- either Louise or I will talk to Marta when we come off-shift."

"Great!" Toby was thrilled to death! After talking with Hank, it was agreed that they would go at lunch and Hank would handle the spanking; Toby called Candace and let her know.

Before noon, however, more help wandered in -- Candace opened her front door to find both Sally and Teela standing there. Teela had called Sally overnight and Sally had told her about Maddie, so they decided to come visit. Tabitha wandered in at about eleven, and she called Alyssa, who brought Brie for Pietro to spend time with. Brie and Pietro were in the same grade at school and knew each other peripherally; since they were both younger than everyone else, it was hoped that they would manage to have a few things in common. Swimming seemed big; Pietro was thrilled to have the water access and Brie liked to swim, too -- at least they had someone to splash. Maddie, Sally, Teela and Alyssa each kept half an eye on them while talking at the patio table on the deck. Candace was grateful; it reduced her burdens quite a bit, especially since Sally knew her way around and could fix meals and snacks. There were WAY too many people involved, but there was no way around it...

Hank and Toby arrived just after twelve to find a house full of people -- fortunately, most of them were on the back deck. "What have you done to HIM?" Hank asked.

"Not much -- I swapped out the vibrators and let him pee. I think they're irritating the shit out of him, but he's cumming into that thing periodically," Candace replied.

"Okay. Time for me to pay him a visit," Hank declared.

"I'll go with you." Toby worried that Hank would go too far...

They went downstairs and put on masks and voice distorters -- and stripped to their underwear -- then Hank picked up the paddle and entered the curtained area. "What lesson are we up to?" was his opening question of Fernando.

"What?"

Hank smacked him on the ass with the paddle. "I know they've been numbering the lessons..."

"OW! Uh, three?" Fernando stammered.

"Very well," Hank intoned. "Lesson Three is pain. You have brought pain to others -- now, you get a return on your investment. We're going to do a hundred swats. You count them. If you miss one, I'm starting over." He laid into Fernando's ass.

"OWWW! You can't do that!" Fernando howled.

"I AM doing it, you fucking idiot! Since you didn't count, that one doesn't count..." Hank swung again.

"OW! Uh, one!" Fernando yelped.

SMACK!

"Two!"

SMACK!

"Three!"

SMACK!

"AHHH! Four!" The sting was really building up...

SMACK!

"Dios Mio! Five!"

SMACK!

"AIEEE!! Six!"

On and on it went. Fernando lost count at twenty, and Hank started over -- but he slowed down in order to let Fernando keep up and to keep his arm from falling off. By eighty, Fernando's ass was purpling; Hank wasn't holding back a millimeter! At one hundred, Hank stopped; Fernando was babbling and wailing uncontrollably, and could barely summon the presence of mind to eventually blurt out a number. When it was over, Hank muttered, "That's enough for today, I guess. How do you like it? How do you like living in fear of what's coming next? Your whole family has been doing that for years! This is what you get, Pussy Boy, for being a bully and an abuser! If I was you, I'd worry a LOT about Lesson Four!" He turned and went out, Toby following.

"Was that okay?" Hank asked.

"Yeah. He was done, though -- much more and he'd have just phased out, I think," Toby opined.

"Yeah, probably." Hank worked at his arm. "I'm gonna go up and see Maddie."

"Sure." Toby was pleased that he didn't have to experience Fernando's pain directly, like he would have if it had been a girl under the paddle. They got dressed and headed upstairs.

The unexpected embarrassment of feminine riches on the back deck put Toby's mind to working. First, there was Tabitha...

"Hey, Tab -- busy tonight?"

"No..."

Toby led her away from the table. "Can you do Bobby Beckwith for me?"

"Sure." Tabitha frowned. "Why?"

"He's kind of hung up on Trish. I put Sonya on him, but she isn't padded well enough, apparently."

"Padding, I got!" Tabitha chuckled.

"You just show him the best time you can and don't worry about things. You'll be in a mask, and I don't think you ought to talk a lot, so he doesn't recognize you. Okay?"

"Okay." Tabitha eyed him. "What if it doesn't work?"

'Then I've got one more to try on him before I give up," Toby replied.

"What's the big problem?"

"White guys and black chicks. People are almost used to things the other way around, but I'm thinking Bobby will catch a lot of crap."

"I'm black..."

"Yeah. I'm kind of hoping he'll go for 'generic black.' Then maybe we can move him to 'generic white.' Padded white chicks aren't hard to find -- we're just short right now..." Toby muttered.

"I know a couple..."

"Tab, it's hard enough to keep the bunch of you we have under control," Toby told her. "Besides, we don't have anything on any other girls to keep them quiet. Don't say anything to Trish -- I think she's half-thinking about letting Bobby know who she is."

"I damned sure would!" Tabitha muttered.

"Yeah, well... Go downstairs about three. Stay away from Maddie's dad."

"Okay."

Toby then wandered over to Teela. "Haven't seen you and Rick for a while."

"You guys have been busy! VERY busy!" Teela replied.

"Yeah, we could use some help," Toby muttered.

"Let me guess -- I need to share Rick with this flea circus!" Teela wrinkled her nose. "I don't like sharing. I might like BEING shared, but Rick..."

Toby nodded. Rick had settled down; the club wasn't his thing, now that he had Teela. Wild goings-on were something he shied away from. "Yeah, the girls are bad enough -- the mamas..." A light flashed. "Hey, is your pop busy?"

Teela grimaced. "Probably not, but I think he's had enough black women."

"What about Orientals?"

"Huh?"

"Sonya's mother -- Jiang Yi. She's overdue -- and she gets grumpy about it."

"Yeah, I heard something," Teela mused. "Okay, I'll ask Poppa this afternoon -- no promises!"

"That's great! If he's not interested, I understand, but it would help us out..."

"Okay."

Whistling, Toby followed Hank out to the car and back to the practice field.

Teela and Sally left Carpenter's at a little after one-thirty, and Teela waited until she got home to call Poppa Frank...

"Pendergast."

"Poppa, it's me."

"Hi, Punkin. What's up? You ain't fixin' me up again, are ya?"

"Well..."

"You know, all them black ladies been nice, but I can't take 'em the places I go without tellin' the guys I'm some kinda slaveowner..." Frank said gently. "That ain't fair to them."

"Well, how about an Oriental lady?"

"Uuh... Gee, I dunno, actually. I probably never told ya, but when I was in the service before I met your ma I was overseas in Korea. Back then, you could hire a woman to do shit for you -- she would chase you down a hootch -- that's a place to live, usually pretty slim for around here, but the basics -- and she'd cook and clean and iron your uniforms and spit-shine you boots -- and fuck you, regularly. Mine wasn't much to look at but she cooked okay and she loved to fuck..." Frank leaned against his workbench, remembering.

"So that's a yes?"

"Well..."

"Come on, Poppa -- once a week won't hurt you."

"Awright. Do I hafta go somewhere?"

"I'll call and find out," Teela promised.

"Okay. No hurry." Based on experience, Frank could take it or leave it.

"Toby?"

"Yeah?"

"Teela."

"One second." Toby moved to a quieter place. "What's up?"

"Poppa says okay, but he isn't expecting much. Does he have to go anywhere?"

"No. I'll have her go to him -- and bring Chinese take-out! How's that?"

Teela giggled. "Poppa will probably get a kick out of that! Where from?"

"Chung's, I think. No, Dong's Palace."

"Cool! I know just what to get!" Poppa liked Vietnamese food...

"Tell me and I'll make sure..." Relating a list and spelling it and such took a while, but it was worth it, Toby figured. "Seven thirty?"

"Cool!"

"Tell your dad not to let her give him any crap," Toby told Teela. "She gets mouthy. Tell him -- ahh, I dunno. It's okay to slap her around a little if she gets out of line."

"Pendergast."

"Seven-thirty, Poppa. And she's bringing Vietnamese!"

"NOW you're talkin'!" Worst case, he'd still get a meal, Frank figured.

"Toby says she can be mouthy -- but you don't have to take any crap from her."

"What the Hell am I supposed to do?"

"He said specifically that if she crapped on you to slap her around a little."

"That's fuckin' weird."

"I think I heard something about this one, Poppa -- she's a complainer. She seems to do better when you let her know who's boss."

Frank snorted. "Sounds more and more like my yobo."

Meanwhile, Toby called Jiang Yi. "Why do you call me at work?" Jiang Yi complained. "You call me at work, all you want is take-out -- usually for free! I'm not a delivery boy!"

"You are tonight!" Toby rasped. "Take this down..." He rattled off the list of menu selections.

"Vietnamese?" Jiang Yi was interested in spite of herself.

"Yes. Take it to this address..." Toby gave her the Pendergast's address.

"Then what?" Jiang Yi yapped.

"Do what the man says," Toby replied. "Make sure he's happy, or I'll make a point of ruining your whole day!"

Jiang Yi was scornful. "You won't do..." But Toby had already hung up.

Candace wandered down to look in on Fernando in person at about one-thirty. "My, aren't we all rosy-cheeked!" Candace teased, referring to the current state of Fernando's ass, which was still recovering from Hank's attentions.

"Water?" Fernando whined querulously.

"Water? Why should I give you any? What's in it for me?" Candace retorted. "Come to think of it, you haven't eaten in three or four days..." She deliberately extended the timeframe, knowing that Fernando had no idea how long he'd been in captivity. She squatted down before him. "So what will you do for a little food and drink, huh? What kind of hoops do you put other people through to get a loan -- or just get through an evening without an ass-whipping?" She cocked her head. "Will you eat pussy? Will you suck a dick? What about taking one up the ass? You fuck people in the ass all the time, don't you, Pussy Boy? What's it like being the one bent over?"

"Hurts..." Fernando croaked. He'd been bound in one position for most of a day, and bound in another before that. Aside from the injuries from his initial beating, he had taken a good deal of abuse of several forms. And since he'd blown up in the middle of dinner Wednesday evening, it had been almost two days since he'd had food. Fernando was pretty miserable.

"It sure does! How does it feel to be on the delivery end?"

"Bad."

"So, what will you do for food and water, then, Pussy Boy?"

"Anything."

"What was that?"

"Anything."

"Well, have I got a deal for you!" Candace worked on the adjustments to the pillory, arranging things so that Fernando could stand, bent over. "I'm gonna give you a little present, after which I'll mention the fact that you haven't eaten in a while to the people in charge -- how's that?"

"Okay." Fernando was under no illusions -- but he had nowhere to go and no control of the situation. Since he was undoubtedly going to get some kind of mistreatment, anyway, he might as well appear to be cooperative.

Candace went into the main room and dug in Beth's toys. Finding what she was looking for -- a strap-on dildo -- she hooked up the harness and headed back to where Fernando waited.

"I've got something here just for you, Pussy Boy," she told him, waggling the eight inch length of black plastic in front of his nose. "This is a present from every woman you ever fucked over. Get ready to ride!" She went around back and poured a little lube on the solid rubber shaft -- not a lot, but enough to eventually get it inside Fernando's ass. Then she pressed it against the much-abused ring of his anus. "I'm sure you give advice in how to take a butt-fucking to the people you screw over, so I'm gonna give you some -- try to open up. If you make like you're trying to pass a turd, it'll make things easier for you. Here we go!" Candace bored in.

It was ugly. It hurt like Hell and felt like a railroad tie going in; Fernando couldn't seem to get his breath to do anything but grunt. The thing was hard and unforgiving and none too slick and it felt like it might rip his colon away from his anus -- but it didn't.

Not being male, Candace had no instinct to hump -- and wasn't really getting anything out of what she was doing aside from a little sadistic pleasure. She went for time, planning to go for five minutes, but giving up after three -- the effort was tiring and Fernando didn't seem to have a whole lot of life in him. She backed out and slapped him on the ass. "All right, Pussy Boy, I've decided to go easy on you. I'll drag you around a little water now, and when the others come in in an hour or so, we'll discuss feeding you. Don't expect much, though..." Candace walked out to remove the dildo and then returned with a bottle of nice, lukewarm tap water.

Fernando could have cared less about taste or temperature, as long as it wet his parched throat. Candace let him consume most of the bottle without messing with him too much; he didn't seem to have any fight left in him.

Hank and Toby and Terence and Clint were quietly discussing Fernando during a break. "Fred will probably need a day or so before he comes back -- he was pretty bothered," Toby related. "Trouble is, we don't HAVE another day or two, probably..."

Hank nodded agreement. "We need somebody to tear his ass up. I can beat it -- I have -- but we need to press on the other buttons." He glanced at Terence and Clint.

Terence pursed his lips. "Sorry. I just can't. I don't want to do it that way my first time."

Clint grimaced. "Me, either. You need somebody who is a little sadistic and in to rough stuff -- and who fucks guys."

"Like Vince and Eddie Ray?" Toby supplied.

"Yeah, probably," Terence nodded.

"Too bad they're not members. It would be a little embarrassing going up to them and saying, "Hey, I hear you're gay and..." Toby chuckled.

"That'd probably get your ass kicked, all right," Clint agreed, grinning. "You don't want to go and say anything about them being gay -- they'd just about HAVE to kick your ass -- not that they wouldn't enjoy it..."

"Yeah." Hank mused a moment. "Too bad we couldn't, like, focus on the sadistic piece and kind of sweep the gay thing under the rug..."

Toby blinked. "Maybe we could -- it's all in the approach..." The four of them put their heads together.