Arthur

Mythra Trilogy III

Dove of Harmony

The last two years had been well spent training and teaching Eric to accept his new position in life as a Child of Mythra, as well as taking him to the levels he needed to go to and find his inner strengths. the use of his safe word and go slow had almost been forgotten as I was now aware that at the moment of going into harmony was his way of telling me he was at his limit for that session at which I would cease immediately and let him rest and recover.

Eric had also shown remarkable ability to teach himself a few tricks that at times astounded me with his persistance to attain perfection for me. He was now capable of sleeping in all four positions without the aid of restraints, although I still used them on occassions to stretch his limits when I deemed it was fitting.

The hardest and most remarkable was sleeping in the Helot position on the floor all night without moving or loosing his posture at any time and as he said it made him ready for his ten strokes of the strega when he woke up. He said he no longer felt the actual blow but only the warmth spreading deep inside his belly as the strokes were laid on. He could now accept the full strength of a stroke from me and would give a little "Mmmm" after each one as he was pushed 6" [15 cm] along the floor by the force.

After counting out the last stroke he would jump to his feet with a huge smile on his face and after thanking me would run off to the bathroom for his daily enema and shower, then into the kitchen to get my coffee while smiling and whistling the whole time. It was not often now that I had to use his belt to keep his now 6" [15 cm] rod in order, as he had for some time been able to control his urges and would only get hard on command or when involved in a heavy session of bondage which more and more he seemed to enjoy as the belts were tightened around his still slim small body.

For his last birthday (he is now 15 going on 16) I had bought him his own computer and given him permission to use it on the net or chat for two hours a day in any room he liked. He had refused his own email address saying he didnt need one. As I had the right to read all his mail, then they might as well send it via mine.

He liked to go into the chat rooms for teens on the Nifty site and would diligently save and file all the chat writings for me to see if I wished to, as he said he did not want to cause any dishonour to me by saying something inappropriate to someone else when in the rooms.

Nigel along with his boy Tony, who had become so close to Eric that when given the opportunity they were inseparable, as well as Brian, who was still without a slave, and Richard with his boy beside him all sat around the lounge as we had done a number of times over the last two years. It had become a little like a private gathering for dinner and a bit of a chin wag each month. We had tried to find a good boy for Brian but he had said he would wait until the right boy came along as he didn't want to just take someone for the pleasure of having a boy by his side.

Brian's maturity into a young Master had been a slow progression to where he was now, confident of his ability with our instruments of discipline and the needed inner strength to be responsible for a boy. We had all at times let him try out various ways and means on our own boys, so he could get a feel for what he was expected to do. Although the boys never said a word about it, they showed in small ways how much they enjoyed the odd times with Brian and even tried to make it better for him, but only after discussion with us first.

Eric had become a celebrity with the other slaves, who would ring him on the telephone and after he had my permission he would try to advise them about what ever it was that they needed. At first he would talk to me then pass on what was said to the boy concerned. For the past six months however he had been making the decisions himself and showed a great capacity of understanding when asked advice.

The dinner had as usual been a great success and the boys had bustled about serving and then cleaning up afterward as the four of us sat down to coffee and cognac afterwards. When they had finished the cleaning up the boys came and as it was a down time for them they curled up either in the laps of their Master or in Eric's case he was sitting on the floor between my legs with his head resting on my knee, a little satisfied smile on his face as we four Masters talked.

The conversation had gone back to the day of Tony's initiation and the hysterical laughter I had created later in the day by turning on Eric's new buzzer for twenty-five minutes. The poor boy didn't know what hit him as the action of the dildo – one that instead of just vibrating its action was for the top two inches [5 cm] to move back and forth and the flange at the top was a little bigger than the rest in the form of the actual glans of a peins so with this rubbing in and out over his prostate. Eric had disolved onto the floor in a state resembling soft jello as he squirmed and wriggle while emitting strange moans and sighs as it did its work. The room had been in an uproar until he finally looked up at me with glazed eyes and a vary large amount of ooze showinig through the hole in his chastity belt.

The poor boy took nearly thirty minutes to come down after that. But there were many times after that he asked to be able to wear the same plug again, as Eric called it his Clayton's plug, from an old drink that tasted like alcohol but was not, in Eric's words that night to me when were alone.

"It's the fuck you have when you're not having one."

This comment of course earned him twenty strokes of the paddle for being crass, but he took them all with a knowing smile on his face as it was just as hard for me to not laugh out loud at the little imp.

At about 9.00pm the telephone started to ring and Eric as usual jumped to his feet to answer it. I watched as he spoke into the mouth piece and as his face got paler and paler. I began to get to my feet with a look of concern when Eric looked at me with a tear begining to appear in his eyes.

"Master James, it's a boy, he's in trouble. He's not of the society but heard about me from someone, he's hurt and wants to come here to see me, what should I do?"

"Give him the address and tell him to come Eric, where is he?"

Eric spoke into the phone again and then turned back to me.

"He's about a mile away, Master."

"Tell him to come now as quick as he can."

"Yes Master."

Eric passed on the message and then with tears still in his eyes came over to me in a rush holding tight to my waist as I put my arms around him and pulled him close.

"What is it Eric?"

"He… he sounds so bad James, I think he is really hurt."

"Ok kiddo, soon as he gets here bring him inside, don't worry about formalities, get him in here as quick as you can. Richard could you give Greg a ring and see if he can get over here. We may need him, I think."

Without a word Richard went to the phone and began dialing. The three boys were alert and Brian and Nigel looked at me with real concern at this turn of events.

Twenty minutes later as Eric sat on my lap while I rubbed his back gently there was a ring at the front door bell. I released him as he took off like a rabbit to answer it and as he opened the door a disheavled bundle of bloody rags fell into his arms knocking them both to the floor. Brian was up and running before either of the three of us could move. As Brian reached down to the boy he let out a yell that made Brian jump back as the boy went into full panic mode, yelling and screaming about all the Masters wanting to kill him. Brian looked over to the three of us and I indicated for him to come back and let Eric and now Tony help the boy.

Eric sat on the floor holding the boy while Tony sat beside them both rubbing the boy's back softly and making cooing noises to him. I turned to the other three and said we should go into the kitchen until Eric and Tony had settled the boy down enough to be able to tell us what had happened. They agreed and we went into have our drink and discuss what we should now do.

It was obvious that the boy needed urgent medical attention. Richard had said that Greg had just dropped the phone when he told him that a boy had been hurt and that he would be here in an hour and that to do as much as we could until he got there.

After some time had passed I could hear Eric's voice calm and confident talking to the now more settled boy. Now the yelling and distraught sobbing had lessened I heard Eric give Tony and order to come and get us, the four of us returned to the lounge quietly and took our seats as we were before but far enough away from the injured boy so he would not feel threatened by our presence.

"Nigel, could Tony hold the boy while Eric comes over here and tells me what's going on?"

Nigel immediately turned to Tony.

"Go see to him, keep him calm, do whatever you have to to make him feel safe."

"Yes Sir."

Tony went and took Eric's place on the floor holding the boy close to himself and whispering softly to him. Eric rose and came to me but as he was about to 'Present' I shook my head.

"This is not the time for formalities Eric, the boy needs help. What did he tell you and can we go to him to try to fix him up a bit? Master Greg is on the way to look after him properly but we have to do something to stop the bleeding and get him settled into a bed."

"Yes James, he says he's a freeman and was picked up from the street last night by a guy that seemed really nice. But when they got back to the man's place he went all strange on Daniel, that's his name. He grabbed him and said he was never going to leave the house again and that he would be the guy's slave forever."

"Can he tell us where the guy lives?"

"I don't know, he didn't say much only what I've told you."

"Can you get him to let us look after him and fix him up?"

"I'll try James, but he is really scared of anyone who looks like a Master."

"Ok, see if he will look at us and he can pick one of us to help him. The rest of us won't touch him, tell him he is safe here and that no one will hurt him. We just want to help him."

"Yes James, I'll try."

The four of us looked at the bundle of misery still on the floor wrapped up in Tony's arms, his badly shaven head on Tony's shoulder as the intermittant sobs kept coming out.

Eric knelt down beside the pair and began to talk softly to the boy who continued to shake his head violently in denial. Eric talked on for over ten minutes until finally the boy lifted his head to look at the four of us and then back at Eric. After a few more words Eric rose up and came over to me.

"James, he says that Master Brian looks nice and he would let him go to him if Master Brian wanted to."

I looked over at Brian who was already rising from the chair to go to the boy.

"Slowly Brian, he's scared as a rabbit, take it slow and easy, let him make a move toward you, don't push him."

"Yes James, thanks."

"Eric you go back there to be with them, he may feel safer with you beside him."

"Yes James."

Nigel, Richard and I stayed as we were letting Brian make the approach. Then in a most unmasterly fashion Brian stopped a few feet short of the boy on the floor and knelt down to wait. He made no move toward the boy who was now looking Brian over with very scared eyes as though trying to figure out if Brian could be trusted after what the boy had just gone through.

The tension in the room became palpable as the boy continued to make his slow and long inspection and then as though he knew something the rest of us could not see he lifted his head from Tony's shoulder and reaching out with a bloodied hand toward Brian he said, "Please Master help me."

Brian neede no further urging as he leant forward and reached for the injured boy lifting him bodily up in his arms and looking at me inquiringly.

"Eric's bedroom Brian, I'll get the first aid kit from the kitchen."

Without a word Brian headed for Eric's room almost at a run carrying the small bundle as the it were the most valuable Ming vase in the world. A quick glance at the other two and a smile from me told us all what we wanted to know, Brian had just found his boy, whether he knew it or not as yet.

As Brian and Eric took the boy into the bedroom Tony returned to Nigel, small tears trailed down his cheeks at what he had just seen. The stains of drying blood on his shirt front showing like brownish rust marks.

Nigel held open his arms for Tony to go into, craddling him gently as the boy began to sob softly.

"Shh… Shh… it's going to be ok Tony, we'll look after him."

"Master Nigel… he… he… he's… so… so… bad, how could anyone do that?"

"It's something we don't like Tony but it does happen. Now calm down little one, we're going to look after him."

The three of us sat there watching Tony's sadness and we looked at each other with a mutual understanding of what had to be done. With an imperceptable nod the three of us agreed without a word spoken, the bastard that had hurt the boy so badly was going to pay a price he would remember for the rest of his life.

Half an hour later there was an urgent ringing on my front door bell as Greg with Lim behind him arrived.

"Where is he James?"

Greg was not good on formalities when he was needed for medical emergencies for a boy.

"In Eric's bedroom Greg, but take it easy he's terrified, Brian is with him and Eric also, but I would go real slow."

"Ok James, I'm not dumb, Lim you get your camera ready I want a record of every cut or bruise."

"Yes Master."

Lim had become quite the professional photographer and worked beside Greg a lot at accident scenes to get records for the police or coroner. He was one tough little nut when it came to his duty.

I went with Greg to the bedroom door and as we entered I saw Eric kneeling beside the bed, Brian was sitting upright with his back against the headboard, his legs splayed apart with the boy laying face down between them with his head on Brian's chest. It was then that I saw the marks of fresh blood oozing through the denim on his butt cheeks and a very dark stained crutch on his faded blue jeans. Brian sat there with tears streaming down his face, no sobbing just a continual stream of tears, the boy's head craddled gently on his chest.

Brian looked up at Greg as he towered over all of us, the darkness came over his eyes as he looked down at the beaten boy on the bed, glancing at Lim he nodded his head and Lim went into immediate action with his camera. At the first flash the boy turned his head and looked at the source of the extra light, he looked past Lim, who by now already had water running down his cheeks, and saw the mountaineous Greg. He looked huge in the small room and the newly grown full brown beard gave him a ferocious look, although we all knew him to be no more than a big teddy bear when it came to protecting a hurt boy. The boy didn't know this and let out a scream that shattered the ear drums at the sight of the giant standing over him.

Greg backed off a step and looked at Brian in askance as Lim continued with the camera. It was the first time I got a good look at the boy's face, it was a mess, one eye blackened and closed shut, the other not too much better, two teeth were missing at the front and the gums were still bleeding, his lip was badly split and his nose was definitely broken, there appeared to be small cuts to his forehead that looked awfully like razor cuts, his left ear was torn near the lobe as though an earing had been wrenched from it. I stood there stunned and didn't realise that the same emotional tears were flowing down my cheeks as well.

At the sight of Greg the boy tried to crawl inside Brian's skin with utter fear showing on what was left of his face, Brian tried desperately to calm the boy, but he was not responding as he could not take his eyes off the sight of Greg standing over the bed.

Greg whispered out of the side of his mouth to me and flicked his head at the same time.

"Outside now slowly, ask Eric to come as well."

I looked over at Eric, his face torn with emotion and nodded for him to come outside the bedroom.

"James, I have to get the boy quietened down, he's not going to let anyone except Brian and Eric near him. I need Eric to give him a shot to knock him out. He needs help fast and this is the only way I can get to him, is it ok with you for Eric to do it?"

"Eric, can you do it for Greg?"

"Yes James, but I don't know how."

"Greg will show you, it's not hard. Ok Greg, can you show him and then he can do it?"

Greg removed a small syringe from his bag and began to show Eric how to give the shot.

"This is pretty potent Eric so just jab the needle in anywhere and push down steadily on the end. Not to fast just try to ease the sedative into him in a nice steady flow. He will be out to it in about two minutes, ok?"

"Yes I think so Sir, I'll try my best."

"Good boy Eric, now here you are take this one it's ready to use, call me as soon as he drops off."

"Yes Sir."

Eric took the syringe and made his way back to the bedroom. He looked so forlorn, his shoulders dropped downward as the emotions of the evening began to take their toll on him. Two minutes later he called us in. Brian still held the now sleeping boy and at Greg's request to leave him and Lim to do their work he shook his head. He would hold the boy till it was all done, he was not going anywhere while the boy was being tended to. Greg didn't argue, he just put his bag down and lifted the boy off Brian's lap and pushed Brian toward the door.

"Don't waste my time Brian, do as you're told this is my job. I don't need you mooning over the boy while I'm trying to get him fixed up. Besides Lim can help me all I need. James, can Eric stay and help get the clothes off the boy then dispose of them. I'm going to have to cut them off and I don't want them around my feet when I'm working?"

"You ok with that Eric?"

In a shuddering voice Eric answered, "Yes James."

"Ok Greg, get at it we'll wait for you in the lounge."

Without another word Greg opened his bag again and took out a pair of surgical scissors and began to cut away the clothing.

I placed my arm around Brian's shoulder and steered him toward the lounge where the others waited.

"Nigel, can Tony get us all a stiff brandy, I think we need it."

"Sure James, Tony the brandy for all of us, you as well as Richard's boy. How bad is he James?"

"I don't know about his body, Nigel, but his face and head is a bloody mess. I've seen a few things over my lifetime but never anything as bad as this. The boy is lucky to still be breathing if his body is as bad as his face and I'm afraid it might be worse, there's a lot of blood on his jeans."

"We have to find out who did it James. The bastard's not of the Society that's for sure but I think we all know what we have to do."

We all nodded and as we sipped the strong cognac there came a moan from outside the bedroom door. I turned just in time to see Eric, his arms loaded with bloody rags, collapsing toward the floor in a dead faint. I jumped up and headed toward his now limp body on the floor.

I reached down and took his head and shoulders in my right arm as he moaned again as he began to come too. I soothed his forehead with my fingers as he opened his eyes once again.

"It's ok kiddo I'm here, what happened little one?"

"Oh James… the… the boy… he's… he's like… well like hamburger, he's bloody all over and… oh god James… he's going to die, isn't he?"

"Be strong Eric, he's not going to die if Greg has anything to do with it. Now come on with me, leave those rags there, you need something to pick you up."

I looked up as Tony appeared beside me with another glass of cognac for Eric.

"Take a sip kiddo, then come sit with me while Greg works."

I heard Greg's deep baraton voice talking to Lim.

"You go sit down Babes, I can finish this, you've done enough."

Lim appeared at the doorway looking the same as the rest of us, tear stained face torn by emotion, his limbs shaking with the effort of trying not to collapse in front of us. Nigel spoke up.

"Tony go see to Lim, help him to a chair and get him a drink."

Once Lim was settled we all sat and waited, the silence was like a dense fog in the room broken only occasionally by muttered words coming from Greg in the bedroom. An hour's passed and still Greg was working on the boy, then ten minutes later Greg appeared at the doorway, his face was a contrast of emotions as he made his way into the lounge, the look of thunder on his face seemed out of place with the tears running down his bearded cheeks, his eyes held a look of horror, disgust and burning underneath a look of vengence.

When he was fully in the lounge he looked around at us, placing his beefy hands on his hips and with a very heavy scowl on his face he spoke to us all.

"I don't give a fuck who the bastard is, we section 23 him, agreed?"

This was so out of the ordinary for protocol with the Society, it was not for Greg as Master of the Rod to ask for a section 23, it was only for the council of Primes to call for one. We were so stunned by the statement we just nodded.

"Good, because if you don't do it, I will hunt the prick down myself. He damn near killed that boy. I've never seen anything like it. Eric you told me he walked here for over a mile, right?"

"Yes Sir, that's what he told me."

"That kid is one tough cooky then, how he could even walk beats the hell out of me."

"Ok Greg, better tell us how bad it is."

"Better get another brandy into you then this is not nice, I've seen car accident victims that have less damage than he has."

Greg collapsed into a chair and held open his arms for Lim to curl up into.

"You ok, Babes?"

Lim nodded his head as he settled onto Greg's massive chest sighing as he felt his Master's arms surround him.

"Well to start at the top, his head has been shaved with what looks like an old fashioned cut throat razor, a blunt one by the look of the scraping of the scalp, his ear has had a ring torn forcibly from it, there's bruising around his head from something like a strega or equally hard object, both eyes are closed and blackened, there is some damage to his left eye, his forehead has been cut to the bone with a razor in small two inch [5 cm] nicks, it looks as though they were done over a period of time and not altogether, his cheek bone is cracked on the right side and he has two teeth missing with damage to his gums, the nose is broken in two places and his jaw is also cracked."

Greg paused to take a deep breath and to calm down, his voice had been rising as he told us the damage.

"He has a dislocated collar bone and has been whipped with a studded cat, his back is raw, he has three broken ribs as well as a sprained wrist, which are also chaffed by a course rope from being tied to tight, his nipples have been pierced with what looks like a very large needle and he has cigarette burns and wax burns over nearly all of his chest and stomach. The bastard had even made some cuts to the underside of his penis and had fitted a docking ring to his scrotum, his testicles were so blue they were nearly black he nearly turned the boy into a eunuch."

Again Greg stopped his report to catch his breath and bring his feelings under control.

"The boy's legs have been beaten severely with a very heavy paddle or something as heavy he is bruised all over, it's a wonder he didn't have a broken leg, the soles of his feet were beaten with what looks like a split cane and are red raw, that's why I couldn't believe he had walked here for over a mile plus where ever he had come from originally, his butt cheeks have been cut by the same razor with the cuts being about two inches [5 cm] long and are placed across his butt like a bar code, ten on each cheek. Now the worst part. He has been raped by something very big and hard, the anus has been torn open on the outside but inside there is a lot more damage, he was bleeding internally so whatever the bastard used was very big and hard, something like a wooden or metal dildo but big. I've managed to stop most of the bleeding internally but he's not going to be able to do much for a very long time, if ever. That boy should be dead just from the bleeding alone. How he got this far beats the hell out of me. Well, lastly he has been shaven all over with the same blunt razor, his skin is red raw in most places."

We all sat in silence after Greg's report not quite believing that any human being could do so much damage to another, especially to a young boy that even if he was working the streets did not deserve that sort of abuse. I looked over to Nigel after all that Greg had told us had sunk in to my fuzzy brain, Eric was still laying in my lap shivering at the sights he had seen.

"Nigel, we call the council for tomorrow, agreed?"

"I think we start to call them on the phone now James, if you don't mind Richard and I tying up both your phones?"

"Fine go to it Nigel, are you ok now Brian?"

"James, that poor boy, damn I hope we can get that bastard… I… I could kill him."

"Look we have to make arrangements to look after the boy till he can tell us what went on. Brian you live in that one room flat, I have enough space here for him to stay so that if you aren't here then Eric can be with him, he trusts you two so it's better he is with both of you, ok?"

"Ok James, but I'm going to get my own place sorted and he can move in there with me if he wants to when he is better."

I knew that Brian made good money as a web designer. Since he continued to live in a small one room flat I thought he was happy living like that, it was a surprise to learn he had some other place.

"You have another place of your own Brian?"

"Yes James, I bought a town house two months ago as an investment. I was going to let it out but know if the boy wants to be with me then I will move into it myself so I can look after him."

"Greg, how long is the boy going to be out of it?"

"At least for another eight hours. But I'm going to ask you if Eric could give him another shot when he wakes up, the longer he is kept out the better for his pain and injuries to heal a little. He's still going to be a very sore boy for a while though but I'll leave some tablets for his pain and come see him each day to change his dressings and check on him."

"Ok Greg, you're happy with that Eric, can you do it for him?"

"Yes James, I'll do anything to help."

"Thanks kiddo."

Nigel and Richard returned and told us that they had contacted all the Primes for the meeting tomorrow and that they would all be there. This sort of thing was too urgent to put aside for something else. We all talked for a little longer and then at Nigel's suggestion they began to make ready to leave, it was 2.30am in the morning and we were all drained emotionally and physically so it was time to call it a night.

Once everyone had departed I sent Eric to our bedroom and told him I was going to check on the boy then we would get some sleep. The boy was out cold his breathing was steady although a little ragged so I left him and went to my own bed. Eric was cuddled up under the blankets, his eyes wide with the memories of the evening, I slipped into bed and he almost seemed to jump into my arms as he snuggled as close as he could get.

"James, how could anyone do that to a boy?"

"It's hard to understand Eric, but some people are no more than sadistic animals. That's what we try to avoid with the Society and the reason for all our rules and laws so that that sort of thing doesn't happen."

"I'm so lucky to be here with you James, I didn't know that sort of thing could happen."

"It can Eric, and more often than you would think, but that's the worst I've ever seen a boy. Now come on, kiddo, try to get some sleep, we have a big few days ahead of us and that boy will need all your strength if he's to get better."

Eric snuggled a little closer as he spooned into me and his breathing became slower. I eased him over and got out of the bed and went to the main cupboard opening it I switched on the monitor for the bedroom and left it on in case the boy woke up earlier than we did. I glanced behind me to see Eric's eyes looking in wonder at the monitor, it was the first time he had seen it.

"So James, that's how you knew what I was doing all the time?"

I slipped back into bed and pulled my special boy close.

"Yes kiddo, that's how. You're the only one who knows, even Cameron never found out."

"James?"

"Yes kiddo?"

"I love you when you're tricky." (giggle)

I smiled down at him and then laid my head on the pillow as he settled back down against me. Tomorrow was going to be one of many long days to come.

At the first crack of the dawn light I felt movement beside me as Eric slipped out of my arms and headed for the other bedroom to check on the boy. I forced my eyes open and pushed my legs over the side of the bed to get up just as Eric returned.

"How is he Eric?"

I looked over to the monitor and saw that the boy had not moved and inch all night but that there were still some very serious blood stains on the bandages covering his back and hip area as well as the sheets.

"I think he is ok James, but he is breathing a bit funny."

"Like what?"

"Well sort of in short gasps as though he can't get enough air."

I left Eric standing there and went into the room. The boy was gasping for breath even though he was out cold, I reached down and tried to lift him a little and turn him onto his side in the recovery position and once that was done I took some extra pillows and braced him so he would not roll over again. His breathing eased straight away as the pressure was taken off his ribs.

"Eric, make me some coffee please while I stay with him then you can come and be here until Brian gets here."

"Yes James."

No sooner had the words left Eric's mouth than the door bell was buzzing. I heard Eric answer the door and seconds later Brian was standing beside the bed looking down at the boy.

"What happened James, Eric said he was having trouble breathing?"

"It's ok Brian, he was laying on his ribs and they constricted his breathing a bit, he's ok now."

I looked over at Brian as he stood there the now familiar tears were already in his eyes as he surveyed the boy on the bed. It was obvious that he hadn't slept a wink all night.

"Eric, coffee for Master Brian as well, please."

Eric came back ten minutes later with coffee for both of us and then he looked at the boy again and with a shuffle leant into my chest. His body was still shaking slightly at the sight on the bed.

"You're early, Brian?"

"Couldn't sleep, James."

"I know what you mean, what are you going to do today?"

"Well I rang some people to come and pack up my flat today and move every thing into the town house. If the boy can move today then he is going there."

"Brian, look at the kid, he's not going to be able to be moved for days yet. He's safer here with both Eric and I to watch over him and I'm telling you now, he's not moving from that bed until Greg says it's ok, do you understand?"

"Yes James, I know you're right, it's just I can't get him out of my mind, I feel so useless."

"Brian he trusts you, you just make sure you're here for him when he wakes up."

"You don't mind me hanging around all the time?"

"Look Brian, get your stuff sorted out in the town house then come back here and I'll have a cot set up in here for you to stay with him, ok?"

"You don't mind?"

"Brian, look at me?"

Brian turned his head to look into my eyes.

"For nearly two years now you've been a Junior Master. As such you have not only responsiblities but you have also privileges, one of them is to be able to do anything you can and go anywhere you want when it comes to protecting your boy. It was obvious to all of us here last night that you want to have this boy and protect him, if he says he wants to be with you then that's what will be. Until he can speak for himself you are the only one that has protection over him, so as far as the others are concerned we will support you in any way we can. Your place is here at his side until he tells you different so you are welcome to be here at any time or all the time until he makes the decision."

Brian looked down at his boy on the bed nodding his head.

"Right Brian, now go lay down in my room and get some sleep, you can't do anything for the boy in that state. I'll call you if there's any change."

Brian reluctantly moved toward my bedroom, his feet shuffling on the carpet as he moved, his years as a submissive automatically cutting in and making him follow the order. Had he been fully aware of his surroundings he would have put up an objection but his head was full of worry for the hurt boy so he just followed what he was told.

After an hour there was a small groan from the bed. Eric and I were still sitting beside it waiting for him to open his eyes. I had placed Eric beside the bed so that the boy would see him first when he woke up, I sat near the end of the bed out of the line of sight.

The eye lids fluttered and a louder groan came from the bruised lips as the sedative wore off. Eric reached out a hand toward the boy and with a very feeble movement the boy tried to grasp it and a soft whisper came from his lips.

"You Eric,… I made it?"

Eric's eyes filled again with tears as he nodded his head and grasped the offered hand.

"Yes, you made it."

"Th… th… thank you."

"I have to give you another shot to make you sleep some more, ok?"

The head barely moved as he nodded in agreement. Eric reached over to the side table and took up the syringe and as he had been shown by Greg he gave the boy his shot, two minutes later he was out again.

A half hour passed and then the front door was buzzing urgently again. Eric at my direction left the bedside and went to open the door. Seconds later Greg was standing beside the bed looking down at his new patient.

"I saw Brian in your room, he been here all night?"

"No got here about an hour and a half ago, he was washed out so I sent him to get some sleep."

"He looks restless, here give this to Eric and put it in a hot drink for him it'll knock him out for about six hours. He's not going to be much use to us like he is at the moment."

Greg placed a small tablet in my hand and I signalled Eric to do as Greg suggested.

"Right James, get out of here so I can work."

I didn't argue and left the room to see that Brian was sitting up a little with a hot Milo in his hands and Eric standing beside the bed telling him that the boy had woken for a minute and that Greg was there with him again.

Brian smiled at my boy as he got the good news that the boy had woken and that Greg was doing his thing again.

Whatever Greg had given me for Brian was very quick and effective as he was again asleep before he had finished half the Milo, I turned to Eric.

"Ok kiddo, let's get some breakfast. We're going to have a busy day today."

We left the room to the sleeping Brian and went through to the kitchen and after a light breakfast I sent Eric to do his normal morning ablutions and enema. I felt that for his sake he had to maintain his routines so that what had happened would not keep praying on his mind.

By the time Eric was finished Greg was sitting with me in the lounge having coffee and telling me how the boy was doing. Eric looked at me with that begging look he got when he needed comforting so I nodded and opened my arms for him to scrunch into.

"So James, has Nigel rung you about the meeting yet?"

"Not yet Greg, how about you?"

"Yes he got me on my mobile just as I got to your door, it's set for 2.00pm today."

"Good ok I will be there, so will Brian and Eric, Did you get the photo's done?"

"Yes Lim is doing them now, a case like this has to be a forgone conclusion."

"Yes, this is going to be a bit of a problem. The guy's an outsider, we're going to have to plan this very carefully."

"Yes you're right, I talked with Lim last night. He said he would be willing to be a decoy if we wanted one."

"You know he would be taking a hell of a chance doing that don't you?"

"To get this bastard I'm willing to take it and so is he."

An almost unheard murmer came from my chest where Eric rested his head.

"What's that, kiddo?"

Eric lifted his head and looked into my eyes.

"I have to do it."

"Do what?"

"If you need a decoy, I have to do it."

"No kiddo, Lim is better he has martial arts training and is alot stronger than you if it gets messy."

"It wouldn't work with Lim, James."

"Why not?"

"He's too old for the guy to want to pick up."

"What do you mean, Eric?"

"Look at the boy in there. He looks younger than his real age, even with the way he is beaten up he still looks young. The guy likes young kids, Lim is too old for him, it has to be me."

"No Eric, this guy is dangerous, he would eat you up and spit you out, we will find another way."

Eric shuffled himself and then stood up in front of me at 'Present'.

"Master, I humbly request that I be allowed to perform this duty to show honour to you and the Seven Mythra, 'May They Preserve'."

I looked over to Greg as he sat there with a shocked look on his face as no doubt mine showed the same. Eric had presented his case in the one way that he knew I could not refuse, I found my voice at last.

"You know what you are asking, Boy?"

"Yes Master."

"Then it will be as you request."

A shudder went through my body as I said the fateful words. It was as though someone had just walked over my grave, little did I know that it was so close to the truth.

I looked again at Eric and nodded for him to come back to me and he surrendered himself to my lap again placing his head back on my chest as I rubbed his back softly and listened to the light humming coming from him.

It was only a matter of a few minutes before the phone rang and on picking it up Nigel repeated the arrangements for the meeting of Primes. I agreed again and then invited him over for lunch and we would all leave together from here. The meeting was being held in the office of another Prime who had access to a lot of government files and we would need him later to help find the person responsible for the boy's condition.

We all took turns going in to check on the boy during the rest of the morning until Nigel arrived and then after waking up a very groggy Brian we sat down to lunch. Ten minutes after Lim arrived with the photo's for the council, the pictures were so good you could almost feel the pain and hurt in the boy. One look at them and I didn't think anyone would have to say a word to get full agreement on sanctioning a section 23 on the guy that caused it all, whether he was a member of the sociey or not.

As predicted the meeting took only long enough for the other Primes to see the pictures and not a word was spoken until Nigel asked for a vote or a discussion. The answer was quick and concise from all there.

"Section 23 approved."

We all set about making the arrangements to get hold of the person and as soon as we found out who he was from the boy we would go ahead and set things in motion. It was agreed, but with some misgivings, that to use a decoy would be best as an adult approaching the guy would put him on alert immediately.

Over the next hour we made the plan we would need and then all we had to do was wait until the boy could give us the final information we needed to go looking for him.

The next three days were very traumatic for both Brian and Eric as they were the only two that the boy would let near him. He would watch with fear in his eyes if I made to step any closer to him than the doorway but he would look up at Brian and the spark of need showed clearly every time Brian laid a hand on him.

The hardest was to get him to let Greg near him to change his dressings each day. The boy would clamp his eyes shut and hold onto Eric's hand in a death grip while Brian ran soothing fingers over his brow and whispered to him softly as Greg did his work. The boy was shaking the whole time Greg was near him even though he fully understood that Greg was there to help him.

By the fourth day the boy was a lot better although his injuries were going to take weeks to heal properly and his mental state was going to take a lot longer. Although he seemed comfortable when Brian or Eric were with him, he still had horific nightmares that had Brian sitting up with him for hours on end.

The boy at last was able to feel comfortable enough to start to tell us about his meeting with the person and what had happened. Brian used a small tape recorder to get it down so we could all hear him as he wouldn't let any of us close enough to listen when he began to tell his story.

When Brian had the whole story on tape we all sat in the lounge to listen to the voice of the boy. It sounded like a small child as it told the story.

The story came out in short bursts as Brian asked him questions at times to get all the information he could for us but the fear and distress in the voice was obvious to every one that sat there.

"My name's Daniel and I'm 15, I had to leave home in Wellington 'cause I didn't get on with my folks so I came up here to try to find some work and look after myself, but I didn't get anything. So that night I tried to go with a guy to make some money to get a feed, he looked real nice and was really good to me, got me a feed at a fast food and then said I could stay with him for a while till I found a good place."

Brian's voice came through asking him a couple of questions then the boy continued.

"Well everything was ok till we got to his place, then when I got inside he hit me hard in the face and then kicked me when I was on the floor. Before I could move he had these hard ropes tied tight round my wrists and was pulling my pants off. I tried to kick him and he just belted me again, then he threw me onto a wooden table and tied my legs down, then he pulled my arms above my head and tied them to something as well."

Again we heard Brian's voice calming the boy as his voice had risen in fear at the memory.

"He… he got this old type razor and started to shave my hair all off everywhere. It hurt, he kept cutting me and scraping my skin all the time, when I screamed for him to stop he just laughed and he had a funny accent when he got all excited.

"He then told me I was going to be his fuck boy and slave for the rest of my life. He started to make cuts in my forehead, he said it was so everyone would know I belonged to him. Everytime I yelled or screamed he hit me in the face with his hand, he had on a big gold ring and it cut my lip and face when he hit me."

Brian's soothing voice came through again as the boy went over it in his head, reliving the pain, fear and horror of it, when his sobbing stopped he continued with his night of terror.

"When he finished shaving and cutting me he hooked my hands up onto a pully thing he had set in the ceiling and then untied my legs and pulled me upright with it so my feet were just off the floor and I was spinning around on the end of the rope. He took this real strange whip thing and then he started to hit my back and legs with it really hard, it had something in the leather that made it feel like stones hitting me. I was screaming all the time and he just laughed, he said,'get used to it boy, you gonna get this every day of your life from now on'. I wanted to die, the pain was too much. I think I passed out for a while."

A longer pause this time as Brian did his best for the sobbing boy.

"He must have thrown some cold water on me 'cause when I woke up I was wet and very cold. He had tied me to the table again with my feet tied together at the edge and strapped down to the table top. I was lying on my back and it hurt so much I couldn't stop crying and screaming, he… he… he just kept laughing all the time.

"He got this piece of bamboo, it was very thick and had the ends slit. He started to pound the bottom of my feet, it felt like he was breaking the bones, he was hitting so hard and I could feel the skin being pinched in the bamboo each time it hit me. I think I passed out again cause when I woke up I was laying face down on the table and my legs were hanging over the edge, my hands were tied again to the table. He was standing in front of me with no clothes on, his dick was small and smelt aweful, he… he… he then… well pissed all over my face and laughed again."

Another long pause as Brian tried to calm the boy and ease the pain he was reliving as he told his story.

"The man then took the razor again and told me he was going to make sure that my ass belonged to him and no one would have it but him. He went around the table and then he… he cut my ass with it so many times I passed out again. He started to hit me till I was awake again then showed me this huge cock thing, it was about 12" [30 cm] long and so thick I wouldn't be able to get both hands around it, it was all black and shiney. He… he… told me he was going to fuck me with it, it… it was so big, I've never been done like that before. I knew he was going to kill me if he put it inside me, everything sort of went dark till he started to put oil or something on my… well on my… you know… hole."

The sound of loud sobbing and groaning came from the tape as Brian's voice tried to soothe the boy, after a long wait the boy started again.

"He… well he just shoved it all the way in. I felt something break inside me, the pain was so much I know I screamed and then it was all black again. He must have trown some more water on me 'cause when I came around it was still deep inside me and he was pulling himself till he cum all over my face. He said, 'you love that big thing in you, eh boy, you gonna love it more when I really fuck you with it.' I didn't know what was happening, all my guts felt broken and the pain was to much all the time. I know I was crying all the time and sometimes screaming, he wouldn't stop, it just kept going on."

A long pause again as he collected himself, the kid was showing real guts to go through this all over again but we were all hoping it would also let him get it out of his system so we could help him.

"I don't know how long it was going on for, I thought I had been there for days. It just never stopped until he said he had had enough for now and I had to go and get washed up ready for him again when he wanted me. He took me into the bathroom and dropped me on the floor and told me to clean up and come back into the main room. I tried… I really tried but there was blood all over me and I must have fainted a few times so when I finally got back to the room he was asleep on the sofa so I got my clothes and sneaked out. I wandered for a bit but it was so painful all the time, so I sat at the bus shelter and this kid came up and asked me what happened. I just told him I had been beaten up for some money but I don't think he believed me. He said I had to ring this number and ask for Eric, he would know what to do, so I found a phone down the street and did it."

The sobbing slowed down a little as Brian comforted him again.

"All I remember after that was waking up here and this kid was holding my hand and he said his name was Eric. I knew I was safe then by the look in his face and then I saw you and, well I knew you would help me as well."

The silence and emotion in the room could be cut with a knife as the story came to an end. No one there had a dry eye as the terror of the boy's night sank into our brains. The horror of it even startled those of us that had seen just about everything in one form or another but this was way out past anything we had come across. The looks of determination to make the person pay dearly for his treatment of the boy was evident on all the faces.

Another three days passed before we could get the young boy Daniel to talk again about that night. Brian and Eric had spent every waking moment with him as he regained his strength.

On the third day Brian managed to get him to talk again and this time he came up with a name but was not sure of where the house was. We knew it was not too far away as the boy would not have been able to walk very far in the condition he had been in.

Daniel's wounds were healing but his nightmares continued unabated and Brian had the devil's own work keeping him calm and sane.

The name Daniel gave us was 'Mike Chester', none of us had heard the name so we sent it to Steven at his office and let him do his search through government records to see who this guy was and where we could find him.

The pick up party had been decided on and Steven had volunteered to be a part of it as he said he had something that could help make it easier if there was trouble, the others were Richard, Greg, Lim and myself with Eric acting as a decoy to make contact with the man.

We had decided to let him pick Eric up and then follow him to his home and there try to grab him and take him over to Greg's house in the Coromandel where we could settle things with him without the worry of neighbours hearing to much.

I had released Eric from all duties to help with Daniel although he maintained his normal morning routine of enema's and washing also my first coffee of the day, but the rest he was released from and I found at times that doing the house work became a good time to think and relax.

A week after we had handed the information to Steven he rang me and asked for a meeting that night to discuss what he had found out and to set into motion our plans to grab the guy.

I had immediately agreed and then rung around to make sure that all the others concerned would be able to make it.

Daniel was steadily improving and was now moving around the house although still a little gingerly with his damaged feet but the colour was returning to his face and he was getting stronger by the day.

Daniel would not leave the bedroom however unless either Brian or Eric held him or had an arm over his shoulders. He knew by now that he could trust the rest of us, but after what he had been through he just couldn't be alone with anyone other than his two saviours.

The nights were hard on all of us, especially Eric as he crawled into my bed at night and cuddle up close then started to cry as the tension of the day was wrung from him. I craddled him in my arms the whole time and let him cry it out and when he was exhausted he would drop off to sleep spooned in as close as he could get.

In the back of my mind was that tremor that had run through me at his insistance on being the decoy. The state he was in each night left me doubting the decision I had made to allow him to do it.

Eight o'clock arrived and we had all finished eating a simple dinner and gone through to the lounge to hear what Steven had found out. He looked at Brian first, Daniel was sitting painted to his lap with still a sign of fear in his eyes.

Steven began by asking Brian first and not directly to Daniel so as not to frighten the boy anymore than he already was.

"Brian, I have a photograph here of a bloke that I think is the guy we want. Do you think that Daniel could look at it and tell us if it's the guy that hurt him?"

Brian bent his head close to Daniel's ear and whispered to him, Daniel straightened up and the fear jumped into his face again but he nodded his head after Brian talked a little more to him as he rubbed the boy's shoulders.

Steven opened the plain brown folder file he had on his knees and took out a photograph and handed it over to Brian.

At first glance Daniel let out a scream of sheer terror as the face looked back at him. Brian immediately dropped the photo on the floor and with sheer strength that belied his size stood up lifting Daniel with him in his arms and headed toward the bedroom to try to calm the boy.

Steven got up and picked up the photograph and returned to his chair.

"Well, I'm sorry for the boy to have to see that but I think it answers our question."

All of us sat there stunned at the response of Daniel seeing the picture.

"Ok this guy's name is not Mike Chester, it's Mikhail Cheshenko. He immigrated to New Zealand in 1987, he is here at the invitation of the government at that time, he was a member of the secret police in Russia. When the country started to become free he knew he was going to be caught so he looked for a place to hide, he chose here and the government let him come."

Steven paused to check his file again.

"He assisted the S.I.S. (Special Investigation Service) here with some infomation they needed and then was allowed to stay. He is a very nasty piece of work. According to this file he had been caught four times before doing this to kids but the S.I.S. had stepped in and covered it up."

"Here is a surprise for you James, he lives about four miles [6 km] from here over in Māngere. That kid has to have had steel in his guts to have walked that far in his condition, he is one tough little guy that's for sure."

"Now I took a drive by there this afternoon and checked the place out. It's one of those older houses set in a large section with a lot of trees around and a high brick wall. There's no gates in the front just a long driveway leading up to the back of the house with a small path going to the front door."

"If we go for this guy we will have to split up and two of us go to the front door the rest to the back. We can't let him run or get to a phone to call for help."

"Ah Steven, can I ask you one question?"

"Sure, James."

"How the hell did you get that file?"

Steven smiled and reached into his jacket pocket and took out a small card holder, flicking it open he showed it to me.

My mouth dropped as I saw the emblem of New Zealand and the words written in red over the top of the card.

S.C. Gemmel
Director
Diplomatic Protection Service.

"Hell Steven, I had no idea."

"Hahaha, not many do James, but at times like this it comes in handy. Right let's get on with it."

"James, is your boy still ok with doing the decoy job?"

"Yes Steven, but seriously I'm not happy about it."

"You shouldn't be James, this guy is a nutter. When we go for him we have to do it quick and make sure he doesn't get a chance to move."

We all nodded at this, we had already seen what the guy was capable of.

"I think it would be best for Richard and I to go in the front. James, and for you and Greg with his boy to go through the rear. Don't worry about any damage to the place just get in there and get your hands on him."

"Ok, now we have to find out how often he goes out looking for a boy. You don't need to worry about it I have a couple of the guys from the department doing it. They don't know why, to them it is just a surveillance job for the boss."

"Well, any questions about it?"

We all sat there stunned, I think it was as much from finding out after all these years who Steven was as much as the detailed information he had found for us.

Brian made his way back into the room with Daniel still held in his arms. His head on Brian's shoulder and his eyes now red from crying. The fear had faded and he gave us the first smile we had ever seen from him.

That small smile lit up his whole face and I could see that inside somewhere was a very beautiful boy.

Brian sat and as he leaned back into the chair Daniel settled against his chest with a sigh.

Steven lowered his voice to not much more than a whisper as he looked over at Daniel and Brian.

"Daniel, I know this is hard for you but I need to ask you a question about that guy. Do you think you can answer it for me?"

Daniel's eyes popped open a bit more and he looked up to Brian who nodded his head and smiled down at the boy. Daniel looked over to Steven and gave a small nod.

"Daniel, do you know where this guy goes most times to find boys?"

Daniel looked again at Brian and then turned back to Steven.

"He… he… he said that now he h… hhad me he didn't have to go back to the park in Onehunga any more."

Tears began to well up into Daniel's eyes again as he turned back to Brian and hugged closer.

"Thank you Daniel, you've been a big help. Now settle down with Brian that's all I wanted to know, we are going to get him for you Daniel. When we've finished with him he will never hurt another boy again."

"Sir?"

"Yes Daniel?"

"Sir… when… well when you… uhm … get him…?"

"Yes Daniel?"

"Can I … well… ahh… can I…?"

"Do you want to face him Daniel?"

More tears ran down the boy's face as he nodded his head.

"Do you think you should Daniel, he hurt you badly. It might not be a good idea."

"Sir,… I have to do it… please Sir?"

"Ok Daniel, we owe you that much at least, but you will be with Brian all the time, you're not to see him alone, Ok?"

"Yes Sir,… thank you Sir."

"Ok James let's give it another week for my men to look him over and find out how often he goes looking and then we will make further plans from there."

"Fine Steven, and from all of us, thanks, we have to get this scumbag off the street one way or the other."

"My sentiments exactly James. Greg are you doing the section 23?"

"Yes Steven, and this is going to be one time I'm going to enjoy it."

A small child like voice spoke up, "Sirs, what's a section 23?"

I turned and answered for the group.

"Daniel, all of us here belong to a special society, it's called the Society of the Seven Mythra, 'May They Preserve'. As you've seen we are all Masters that have our Boys with us. We don't like the sort of thing that happened to you and in our society it could never happen. To make sure that it doesn't we have laws and rules, one of those is section 23 it is used on a Master when he breaks the rules.

"He is taken away by Master Greg here and discplined until he agrees to show more respect for a boy and to teach him a lesson he will never forget. Normally we don't go outside the members of the society, but your case is special and as you asked Eric for help it is our duty to do it for your protection."

"You're all doing this for me?"

"Yes Daniel, we don't like this sort of thing, it's not our way."

"But I don't belong to your society."

"You asked Eric for help Daniel, that's enough. Eric has a special position in the society, he like us can not refuse a plea for help."

Daniel looked across at Eric as he sat at my feet with his head on my knees.

"Thank you Eric, you saved my life."

"As my Master said Daniel, I couldn't refuse or else I wouldn't be who I am."

"Anyway thanks."

Daniel looked up as he felt Brian kiss him on the head, he smiled as he felt the lips touch him then snuggled a little bit closer.

The days dragged by with no word from Steven until ten days later my phone rang and Eric got up to answer it. Brian was laying on the sofa with Daniel spooned into him watching television.

I had told Brian to stay here until everything was settled and then if Daniel wanted to go with him, which looked pretty certain, then they could move into Brian's new town house after we had the guy.

"Master, it is Prime Master Steven."

I took the phone from Eric and he settled down on the sofa beside me with his head on my shoulder.

"Hello Steven, what have you got?"

"Hi James, he goes to the park in Onehunga every Wednesday and Friday afternoon. He stands around by the skate park area and watches the skaters."

"Ok, today is Tuesday so we can count tomorrow out, not enough time to get it all together. So Friday will have to be the day, I can let the others know and we can meet here Thursday to finalise everything."

"Ok James, you still ok with Eric doing this?"

"Frankly Steven, no I'm not, but he asked formally and I can't refuse him."

"He is one determined boy that one, James, well we will be right behind him all the way so he will be safe enough."

"I really hope so Steven, I really hope do."

Wednesday rolled by slowly and then it was Thursday evening, the rest of the people had gathered and we were going over the last details. Daniel had shown Eric what the guy liked to see boys wearing and had told him to watch out for the guy once they were in his house as he punched you really quick.

Friday afternoon finally arrived and we were all showing signs of nerves, not for the fear of the guy but for the time to go so that we could get our hands on him. Eric seemed calm but I could tell by the way he kept waking up during the night that he was worried about it.

We had set out where we would all park so that he would not be able to tell we were all together. I parked in the area used by park goers, Greg was across the street in the office building carpark, Steven and Richard were down to the east of the park, Lim would be lounging on the grass near the skating area watching the boys on the tunnel and rails, Eric would be lounging around the edge of the skating area.

Eric had all his restraints off except for a plain black thin collar. His bright red tee shirt would make it easier for us to keep him in sight, he had on his tight black leather shorts, the golden skin of his legs would attract even a celibate monk.

At about four o'clock we saw the guy enter the parking area, he was of medium height with a swathy dark look about him, his age was somewhere between 45 and 50, he looked to be in pretty good condition but his eyes showed something akin to the devil himself. I didn't know at that stage how close he was to him.

He stepped from his car, a late model Holden Commodore, and looked around the park. From the first look at Eric his eyes lit up and he smiled to himself, it was then I saw the smirk of lust in his face.

As though he was casually walking around he got closer and closer to where Eric lounged watching the skaters.

I saw Eric look up and smile as the guy said something to him.

Eric gave a good impression of a nervous shy boy and then looked down at his shorts and back up to the face of the man standing above him.

Lim had turned over onto his stomach and appeared to be taking no notice of the two that were no more than ten feet away.

I had seen Lim practising his martial arts and he was fast, very fast. I knew he would be wound up and ready even though he gave the impression of not even seeing the two.

The guy sat down beside Eric and laid a hand on his kneee in a fiendly gesture and smiled as he rubbed Eric's thigh. Eric smiled back at him and nodded his head.

The both stood up and made their way toward the guys car, Eric all the time smiling up at him and nodding his head. He was a game little bugger I had to give him that, not once did he look over to where I sat or Lim was laying.

They got into the car and as they had to go east to get to the guy's house in Māngere. It was a forgone conclusion that it would be where they headed.

With the address already known Steven pulled out just ahead of them and virtually tailed them from in front. Greg pulled in behind some distance back and I moved in behind Greg, Lim had jumped into my car as soon as the other two had pulled out of the parking lot.

The guy was in no hurry as he stopped and bought fast food for them both and then sat with Eric as the winter sun got lower in the sky. They continued to chat while they ate and at one stage I almost got out and went to the car to get Eric out of there.

At last as the murky light of dusk began to settle in they moved again and this time in the direction of the house. Steven had already gone on ahead and parked near the place. Myself and Lim with Greg now behind us followed at a distance.

When finally they got to his house the guy parked his car in the driveway and taking Eric by the hand lead him toward the front door. As they entered all of us were out of our cars and heading for our prearranged places.

By now it was almost fully dark and as Greg, Lim and myself rounded the back of the house I saw a light shining through a set of closed french doors.

The three of us crept up quietly to them and through the fine net curtains were in time to see the guy swing his hand at Eric's head. They were not clearly visible as they stood there but more like a coloured shadow on the curtains.

My body froze as I saw my boy falling toward the floor, then the foot of the man lifting backward and driving itself into my boy's stomach. I could hear the words coming through the closed doors.

"Right fuck boy, you won't be running like the last one."

Everything was in slow motion as my body refused to move from the shock of seeing my boy laying on the floor with his hands across his stomach. The guy leaned forward and took Eric by the hair and pulled him up into a kneeling position, his hand raised above Eric's head.

Then I saw it, the harsh metallic gleem of steel in his hands. I\The image of an old cut-throat razor flashed into my mind as a large mass of flesh went past me with a crashing and splintering of wood and shattering glass.

For a man the size of Greg he could move very very fast. The crashing jolted me out of the frozen state I had been in and as I went through the doors behind Greg I caught sight of Lim high in the air horizontal to the floor, one leg straight out in front of him the other upper leg bent at the knee, he was flying straight at the guy with the razor.

I ran into Greg's back as I came through the door then it all turned into slow motion again as I saw the razor swing in an arc toward the upraised throat of Eric. His scream shattered the other sounds of the room, my feet were glued to the floor as I watched that wicked piece of steel getting closer to my boy.

I began to leap forward toward him and already knew deep in my heart I wasn't going to make it in time. Lim was still suspended in mid air as I tried to move. Eric threw up his free arm as the blade got closer and with an ear piercing yell he cried out to me.

"Maaaaaaaaassssssssstttttttttttteeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrr, aaaaaarrrggggggggghhhhhh."

The razor struck and I saw the first of the blood spurt as he went face down on the floor, his protecting arm going under him.

"Eeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiccccccccc."

A sharp stabbing pain like a sharp knife stabbed into my chest as little Lim hit the razor wielding arm and I heard the snap of bone as the strike found its mark. But it was too late, all I could see as the floor and the coming darkness overtook me was the spreading pool of blood around my angel boy.

Darkeness, numbness, swirling clouds of grey, a faint sound breaking through the fog, heavy pounding thuds on my chest.

"Breath you old bastard, breath."

Pounding, sharp pains in my chest again, numbness over taking me as that voice swore and panted over me.

"Breath you f******* ass hole."

I came through the mist to see Greg's sweating face above me, I tried to talk to him but only a mutter came from my lips.

"Eric… where…?"

"He's gone James, Lim has tak…"

Another sharp pain hit me as I realised I had not been able to protect my angel boy from harm. The swirling blackness took me again, at least this way I would be with him forever.

My last memory of my boy was the spreading pool of red covering the carpet he had been face down on, my beautiful boy gone forever and now it was my turn to join him for me it was fitting but for my beautiful angel Eric it was to soon.

In his hour of real need I had let him down, the one thing I had promised never to do to him. I failed to protect him, my Eric, my boy, my one real light in life, I had failed him.

I let the blackness take me where it wanted, I had no right to stay in this world when I couldn't be with my boy, this end for me was a fitting way to be judged.

I felt the dull numbness of my body as I looked at the bright whiteness around me. A movement to my left made me turn my head, and there as I knew he would be was my angel Eric all in shining white, the ugly red gash across his throat being held together by the wings of Mythra's dove as he reached out his hand to me mouthing the words that could not be heard.

'I love you my Master, come to me please'.

I tried to reach for him as he faded into the whiteness but my arms would not move, I surrendered to the inevitable and sank back defeated again.

Blinding whiteness… faceless and headless eyes, staring their accusations at me… soft whuff, whuff of giant wings… tinkling bells… strange buzzing sounds… indecypherable murmurs… rustling… something hard pressing against my mouth… the scent of fresh flowers… mist like ghosts moving in silence… left hand numb… left arm tingling… can't feel left leg… searching … searching… where is he… where's my little angel, my dove… he was asking me to come to him… where is he?

Louder mutterings came through the fog in my head, the glaring whiteness of everything was still stark and harsh on my eyes.

"He… ok can… ator off… watch… James… hear me?"

Opening my lips but nothing is coming out, please someone where is my boy?… reach up… arm won't move… tubes… rustling… bearded face… Greg… yes Greg will know where my little dove is,… try to talk.

"Stay… James, you… ok now."

At last a croak of sound, they have to hear me.

"…c?"

"Eric?… you want Eric? he's gone… him"

God how could he be gone, he's my little dove, my soul mate… wetness on my cheek… eyes misting… gone, he's gone, soft pressure on my hand… whispering words in my ear… small brown head on my shoulder… wetness on my chest… words, words of love, he has come to take me with him, this life is over, now it's time to be with him for eternity.

"I'm here, James I'm here."

"Forgive me, my dove, I tried to protect you, I'm sorry, god my little dove I'm so sorry, take me with you little one, I'm ready."

Small brown bandaged arm lifting to caress my brow… bandaged… brown arm… soft words of love, from a long way off I heard my voice croak out from behind the hardness that covered my mouth.

"Eric?????????"

"I'm here James, rest back, I'm here."

Eyes misting over as the face of an angel showed close to mine and the light touch of butterfly wings as his lips rested on my forehead.

"I love you James, please get well I need you."

Right hand rising to caress his beautiful face and as I looked closer I could see his red collar showing through the white gown he was wearing, even now he was dressing to please me.

I croaked out a few words for him alone.

"My little dove, I love you."

Eric's hand reached up and removed the gag from my mouth making it easier to talk and feel his lips as he kissed me with tenderness and love. He was alive and that was all I needed, the how and why didn't interest me, he was here that's all that mattered.

Greg's face came into view.

"James, you've had a small stroke, do you understand?"

I nodded my head, everything in the room was becoming clearer, wires and tubes were being disconnected from my arms and chest.

"You've been out to it for three days, you're going to have to stay in here for a little while yet. I've left Lim at your house for now, this boy of yours wouldn't leave your side and I don't think he's going to now either."

I looked up at Eric as the tears came flooding out again, he grasped my hand in his and smiled down at me.

"I love you James, I'll never leave you."

"I love you too, little one."

"Rest now James, I'll be right here the whole time."

Eric pulled up a chair close to the bed and settled down still holding my hand, he then rested his head on my shoulder and breathed out in a sigh of contentment.

I looked up in askance at Greg as he still stood beside the boy.

"He's been here the whole time James. As soon as we stitched his arm up he was in here, they tried to stop him and he kicked up a hell of a racket until they let him, he hasn't slept the whole time."

I lowered my eyes as far as they could to see him, his eyes closed, his face showing total exhaustion, his breathing had become slow and even, he was asleep already.

"You lay back and rest James, we'll keep and eye on things."

I lay back against the pillows and closed my eyes, the feeling of my boy's head was enough to calm my nerves as a new and welcome darkness closed over me.

I forced my eyes open as a soft murmer came from the weight on my chest, my boy was still there and sleeping. Someone had placed a blanket over his shoulders as we both slept, his steady breathing told it's own story of safety and contentment.

The continual tingling in my left arm was becoming annoying and the need for a toilet stop was very urgent, but how could I move and not disturb the angel on my chest?

The problem was solved with the first groan and movement of Eric's head as he began top wake up.

"Hey, little dove, I need to go to the loo."

Eric opened his eyes and smiled at me then leant in and kissed my lips.

"Morning James, or more like afternoon, and no you can't leave this bed so I'll have to help you out."

Still smiling Eric reached down to the floor beside him and came up with a bed pan. Then he rolled back the bed covers and with a huge smile grasped my shaft and placed it in the neck of the pan. I hate these things, with a quick squeeze on my cock head Eric giggled.

"How many times do I shake it, Master?"

"Eric, you bloody imp."

"Oh, so my Master is feeling better already."

"Yes kiddo and you'll pay for that little squeeze."

"Thank you Master, it's been to long and my butt is missing your touch." (giggle)

I smiled back at him as the relief flowed into the damn bed pan.

"So kiddo, what has happened while I've been here?"

"We got the guy James, he's at Master Greg's house and being watched by different Masters all the time. Master Greg said they would do nothing to him until you are well enough to see it done."

"How bad is your arm?"

"It's ok, he cut it almost to the bone. Master Greg wrapped a towel around it and had Lim carry me to the car and get me to hospital. I only lost a bit of blood. Then they brought you here and I had to be with you, Lim went to the house and brought my dress collar for me, I knew you would like it better than the plain one I was wearing."

"I'm so glad my little dove, you have no idea what was going through my mind when I thought I had lost you. I saw the blood under you and I thought he had taken you from me."

"Master Richard and Master Steven were right behind you, when Lim kicked him they grabbed him. Master Greg put a bear hug on him and he coudln't move, he was screaming about his wrist but Master Greg said it was the least of his worries. They cuffed him and gagged him then Master Greg sent me away with Lim."

"Well, you two seem to be alive."

I looked up at Greg as he stood at the foot of the bed. My cock was still being held by Eric and as he blushed he gave me a shake and squeeze as he removed the pan and pulled the covers back over me.

"I see you know when to turn up, Greg."

"You feeling frisky, James?"

Greg grinned into his beard and picked up the chart at the end of the bed, after reading quickly through it he looked up at me again.

"When can I get out of here, Greg?"

"If you rest for today, then maybe tomorrow."

"What about Cheshenko?"

"He's my guest, I gave him the special room to stay in until we are ready for him. I want you to be with me this time James, Eric as well, Lim and Brian will be there and if he choses so will the young boy. I'm not starting on this guy until we are all there so you better get well pretty damn quick."

"What room did you give him, all your rooms are pretty much the same."

"Not the cage James, he seems to not like it very much, don't know why Lim loves it in there." (chuckle)

Greg's cage is quite a piece of work, he designed it himself and if you are a dwarf you would fit in it quite nicely.

"Have you done anything yet to him?"

"No James, he's had his wrist fixed and he's being fed once a day. I made the cast myself so that the shackle was fixed into the plaster, hahaha, made it easier to lock his arms up."

After a little more time Greg left us as a male nurse came into the room with a basin of water. Eric took one look and stood up in front of my bed arms folded across his chest as he looked at the aide.

"Yes, what do you want?"

"I'm here to give him a wash, you'll have to go outside until I finish."

With a firmness in his voice I had never heard before Eric answered the aide.

"No one touches my Master but me, leave the basin here and I'll do it."

"Wha… Master… listen kid I haven't got time to piss around. Get out of here and let me do my job."

"No, my Master is my responsiblity. Put the basin down and leave."

The steel in Eric's voice surprised me. This was a new Eric that I'd never seen before, maybe I had made a mistake in thinking he was a total Sub.

"What the hell are you going on about kid, what's this Master shit. He one of those sadist creeps?"

"No he's not, he's my Master and I'm his Submissive Slave, now get out."

Eric stood to his full height of 5'7" [1.70 m] and glared at the aide in defiance, the aide gave him a look of derision and placed the basin of water on the side stand and with a last comment left the room.

"You two are sick bastards."

I watched Eric's back as he shuddered and a small sniffle came from him.

"You didn't need to do that, kiddo."

Eric turned and snapped into 'Present', then went down on his knees and into the position of Penitence.

"Master, I beg your forgiveness and appologise for my bad behaviour, I await your punishment."

"Boy, you have nothing to be forgiven for."

"Master, I have dishonoured your name and the Mythra, I ask for your punishment."

"So be it Boy, you will recieve twenty strokes of the strega on my return home."

"Thank you, Master."

"Now Eric, do I get a bath or not."

Eric jumped to his feet and with a devilish smile pulled back the covers and looked down at my naked body and the slight stirring in my groin.

"Would Master James like a massage as well?" (snigger)

"We'll have to see after my bath, imp."

The bathing was a success and I got my massage as well although it was an oral one but the glint in Eric's eye was worth it.

The night went by quietly with Eric reading to me and a few other visitors being allowed to come in during the day.

The next day dawned a little overcast but Greg said that the last tests were not too bad and as long as I agreed to take it easy I could go home that afternoon.

"Well James, you're going to have only about 50% use of your left arm and I'm afraid you will have a bit of a limp as well. As long as you go easy you should last a while yet."

I looked around the room and it suddenly dawned on me that Eric was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Eric, Greg?"

"He asked me to tell you that he had gone home to get the house ready for you. Lim has been there looking after it for you both while you were in here but Eric said he had to make sure everything was right for you. He's a good Boy that one, James."

"You wouldn't have thought so yesterday when the aide came to give me a bath Greg."

"Really, what happened?"

I related the story to Greg and as I told him the last comment from the aide his eyes clouded over.

"Is that so, well I've had my eye on that guy for some time, we've had complaints about his attitude with others. Leave it with me James I'll fix his bloody wagon."

"Don't bother with it Greg, he is what he is but I think he got a shock when Eric told him he was my Slave, the guy went white."

"Doesn't matter James, no one treats my patients like that."

"Ok Greg, now when can I get out of here?"

"I'll pick you up after lunch and take you home James, that way I'll know you're not out partying."

"Yeah right Greg, I can just see it now, boozing it up in a wheel chair."

We both laughed at the idea of it and then he left me to relax and wait for the time to get back to my Boy.

At last it was time, Greg stood there with the infernal wheel chair to take me to his car. I was sure I could walk but Greg's eyes glinted as I opened my mouth to tell him.

"Not a shit show in hell James, so forget it, this is the way it's done."

Without another word I let him help me into the bloody chair and was wheeled through the ward and down to the lift to go to the ground floor and his waiting car.

Lim stood beside the passenger door holding it open as we came through the main entrance doors. His look of concern being replaced with a beautiful smile.

"It is good to see you, Founding Prime Master James."

"Thank you Lim, and thank you for looking after my home. I'm sure Master Greg will know how to reward you for your good work."

"Thank you, Prime Master."

Greg placed his arms under me and helped me into the back seat and soon after we were out of there and on the way home to see my little dove again.

Greg pulled up in front of my door, Eric was no where to be seen and the front door was wide open.

"Where's Eric?"

"He must be inside James, I thought he would have been out here waiting for you?"

Once Greg was sure I could stand alone he let go of my arm and staying beside me with Lim behind him I made my way toward the open door. There was no sign of Eric in the hallway.

"Eric?"

I moved down the hall toward the lounge.

"Eric?"

I went into the lounge now really worried about where he could be, then I saw him in the middle of the lounge.

Eric was naked except for his red cuffs and collar, he was down on the floor in the position of Helot, his ankles locked together the same as his wrists, he was wearing a blindfold and gag, in his outstretched hands as they lay turned up on the floor was the heaviest strega I had.

"James, I don't think you should do this in your condition."

"To hell with my condition Greg, my Boy wants to show honour and that's what I'm going to do for him even if it kills me."

I limped over to Eric as he knelt on the floor, he stayed in position except for his arms as he lifted the strega up to me.

"Twenty boy."

Greg spoke into my ear softly, "You sure you can do this, James?"

I whispered back to him, "I have to Greg, for him not for me."

A light touch on my shoulder from Greg told me he would stay beside me just in case.

I took the strega from the offering hands and stepped back to get a good position as Eric lowered his hands back to the floor. He had made sure his butt was as high as he could get it to make it easier for me.

I didn't realise how much the stroke had taken out of me until I was standing ready for Eric's strokes. Even from the short walk from the car to the lounge I was panting, then I felt a small nudge on my leg.

I turned my head a little and saw that unasked, Lim had brought me a chair from the kitchen to lean on. I smiled at him and flexed my arm holding the strega as firmly as I could.

Closing my eyes I brought up a picture of the rising Phoenix and felt that little buzz of energy surge through me as I let go of the chair back and lifted my arm high.

Before bringing my arm down full force I called to Greg.

"Master, will you allow your boy to call the strokes?"

"It is his honour Master, Boy call the strokes."

I brought my arm down full force onto the golden globes before me, a muffled grunt came from the gagged mouth as the body moved a few inches along the floor.

"One, Master."

Again my arm descended, again the muffled grunt.

"Two, Master."

By the count of 'Ten Master' I was breathing heavily and had to again summon my strength from the Phoenix, the sweat was pouring from my tired body but I couldn't let my Boy down by weakening now, this was for his honour not mine.

Swing down.

"Eleven, Master"

The mat on which Eric had been kneeling was now bunched up under him as his slim body was forced along the floor by the power of the strokes.

"Nineteen, Master"

My breath was coming in short sharp gasps as my muscles felt like leaden weights. I lifted the strega for the last time and with all my remaining strength brought it down on those crimson butt cheeks and as Lim called out the last count I heard my prescious boy begin to hum his song of harmony.

"Twenty, Master."

My knees gave out as the last stroke cracked around the silent room. I looked at my Boy as he hummed his song while I crawled over on my hands and knees to take his slim little body in my arms and began to unlock his cuffs and remove his blindfold and gag.

Greg was trying to pull me to my feet and help me but I shook my head as Eric's eyes began to clear and the glazed look receded from them.

"I'm so proud of you my little dove, you have shown great honour in front of our guests."

Eric looked up into my face as his eyes became clear and with a smile he snuggled in close to my chest.

"Thank you Master, I love you so much, I missed you, I was so frightened at the hospital."

"You were very brave Eric, we were all proud of you."

"I love you James, please don't leave me, I need you so much."

"I won't leave you, my dove, I love you to much to do that, little one."

"Come on James, let me get you to the bedroom. Lim can help Eric, you have to lay down."

I gave my Boy another hug and then let Greg help me to my feet and lead me into the bedroom and lay me down on the bed.

"You bloody stubborn old bastard, you could have had another attack in there."

"I know Greg, but my Boy needed me."

"Yes I know James, but if you had died in there what would happen to him then?"

"I didn't think of that Greg, Eric had a need and it was my duty to fulfill it for him."

"I know all that James, but you could have done it later when you were stronger."

"No Greg, you know damn well he needed me now not later."

"Yes James, I know and I probably would have done the same thing for Lim if I had to but it still could have killed you."

"Let's forget it Greg, I promise to be good from now on." (chuckle)

"You damn well beter James or it could be Eric holding the strega next time for your ass."

"Fat chance of that, Greg."

"Yeah I know, now get well we have business to attend to with that bastard over at my place."

"Ok, give me a couple of days and then we can get to him."

"Fair enough, now take it easy."

Greg and now Lim watched as Eric came over to me and sat on the bedside, leaning over he kissed me on the lips.

"I love you so much James, my butt loves you too." (giggle)

"You did really great, kiddo, now you have to help me get better so we can sort that guy out."

"Anything James, anything at all, you just stay there and let this Boy look after you, I love you."

"I love you too, kiddo."

"Well time for us to go, keep him there Boy and look after him."

"Yes Master, it will be done as you say."

"Good Boy Eric, now James good bye and see you tomorrow for a check up."

"Thanks Greg, see you then."

Greg and Lim left the room and I heard the front door close as I reached out my arms for my Boy to fall into and give him a special hard hug.

He melted into my chest and we lay there together, it was the first peaceful feeling I'd had for days. He began to hum against my chest like the little Dove of Harmony that he was.

This chapter is dedicated to the submissive slave 'Seraph' for his loyalty, obedience and honour to his Master and for the sense of duty and respect he has also shown myself.

I opened my eyes to a bright beam of winter sunshine flashing through the curtains and felt a soft hand on mine and a pair of tender lips on my forehead.

"Afternoon, Master."

"Afternoon? You're sure, my little dove?"

"Yes master, it's past midday."

"Oh ok, then I've only been asleep a couple of hours. It feels like I've slept for days."

"Well one day anyway, Master"

"One day?"

"Yes, you came home yesterday and after helping me you came here and have been asleep since, Master."

"Oh damn have I, and what's all this formality?"

"I thought I'd lost you and I want to make up for it in case something ever happened to you."

Turning to my boy I saw he was dressed in his best leathers still, the red showing up his natural skin colour and the now slightly more mature body under them.

"Have you been in those leathers all the time?"

"Yes, I asked Master Greg to lock them on and hold the key until you came back to me."

"So what would have happened if I didnt come back?"

"This is how I would have stayed to honour and remember you."

"For the rest of your life?"

"Yes, but I don't think it would have been for long."

"What do you mean, Eric?"

"James, if you'd died in the hospital I know I wouldn't want to go on without being by your side."

"Eric… my little dove… I'm a lot older than you. My time will come well before yours does. I wouldn't expect you to give everything up when it does."

"I know James, but I couldn't go on without you."

"Yes you could kiddo, there's a hundred Masters out there would sacrifice everything they have to take you in."

"I know, but they aren't you and you're the only one that I want to be with."

"Ok let's leave it for now kiddo, but I think we should talk about it again later. Now what are we going to do?"

"I've got hot coffee waiting for you and there's some snacks as well. You stay there and I'll get them so you can have brunch in bed. Oh, and there's a message from Master Nigel."

"Oh ok, what is it?"

"He rang this morning asking after you and said that he and Master Steven will call around tonight if you're feeling up to it."

"Good ok I think I'll be ok. Now that coffee sounds good."

Eric leaned forward to kiss my head again. I reached out and took him by the arms and pulled him closer for a proper kiss and the biggest hug I could find the strength for.

"Thank you my little dove, I love you."

A smile came over his youthful face and the worry lines disappeared from his brow.

"I love you, my Master James."

"Coffee Boy, now?" (chuckle)

"Yes, Master James… but I still love you." (giggle)

I finally rose at 2.00pm and had a shower and dressed in comfortable clothes. Eric continued to fuss over me and I had at last to threaten to chain him to the bed and leave him there, but he only got that pleading look on his face and said, "Please Master" (giggle)

"Get out of here, imp. I haven't even got the strength to paddle you at the moment." (chuckle)

"Oh Master James, you're no fun since you got out of bed." (giggle)

The day progressed in the same manner, my little dove wouldn't leave me alone for more than a minute or two. At last the front door bell rang to announce my guests and Eric jumped up and with a kiss blown to me by those red lips he went to let Nigel and Steven in.

"Well James, how do you feel?"

Nigel was not one to stand on formalities at a time like this. Eric had taken his place beside my chair so I reached over to him and pulled him closer so he could rest his head on my knee.

"Fine Nigel, this one won't let me breath without holding my hand."

"Good for him, you gave us all a hell of a shock."

"I'm ok now, just have to take it easy for a bit. Now what's all this about?"

"The tribunal is tomorrow night. We want you to take the chair, the rest of us will be there of course but we feel it is your turn to hand this one out."

"What have the others decided for punishment?"

"It's all down here but we want you're agreement on the last part, that has to be unanimous."

I took the paper and read down the list of penalties and then looked up sharply at Nigel and Steven when I saw the last one.

"Why this, Nigel?"

"He tried to kill Mythra's Child, that's the penalty we found in the book for that type of offense."

"I can understand that, but isn't this a bit severe?"

"We all talked it over James and we all agreed it's the only way. If you think it's too much for what he did and as he isn't of the Society then we will accept your veto."

"Don't you think I would be biased, after all Eric is mine."

"No James, we know you'll do what you think is right regardless."

"I have to think this one over Nigel. I agree to chair the tribunal tomorrow and I'll give my decision then, is that ok?"

"That's fine James, we want you to be absolutely certain that it's right for him."

"Thanks Nigel, have you two eaten yet?"

"No, we were going to go to a restaurant after we saw you."

"Not on your life, this little boy of mine cooks like a top chef. You stay here and keep me company for a while, Eric can you get some drinks and then see what you can rustle up for dinner for us."

Eric lifted his head from my knee and smiling got up and fetched drinks for us then disappeared into the kitchen to ready dinner.

"He looks so beautiful in those red leathers, James."

"Yes Steven, they suit him down to the ground."

"Yes, he truly is one of a kind. The way he wouldn't leave your side the whole time you were in hospital, did you know he sat all the first night and most of the next day without eating or drinking just in case you needed him."

"No, he didn't say a word."

"Greg damn near had to force feed him in the end, that boy is one determined and loyal slave."

"Yes I have to agree. Now then, how is that guy doing?"

"Greg's got him in restraint and caged he won't be going anywhere until we're ready to let him."

"You think three months will be enough?"

"If you decide to go with the last penalty, I'm sure it will be."

"Hmmm ok, what about his disappearance, has that caused a storm?"

"Funny that, nothing's been seen in the news or the papers. I think the S.I.S. has washed their hands of him and he's on his own from now on. I think we have free reign with him."

"Ok well I don't think he deserves any real considerations as it is, how is Daniel?"

"He's safe with Brian, evidently he's asked Brian if he will take him and train him."

"Has Brian taken him through the first of the Mythra yet?"

"Funny that, the boy asked if he could talk to Eric first, said he wanted to do it at the tribunal for some reason."

"Hmmm, funny, oh well let's see what he wants. He certainly has become attached to Brian though."

"Yeah, sure has and they make a nice couple together as well."

"Yes, they look good together."

Just then Eric told us dinner was ready and we rose to go to the table he'd set for us.

Dinner as usual was just like my little dove, perfect. The converstaion was good and a lot of laughter about better times kept us amused. In the back of my mind was the worry over the use of the last penalty.

The next afternoon I gave Eric the car keys to drive us over the hill to Greg's home for the tribunal hearing. Eric had at last under my insistance changed out of his red leathers and was now dressed in a more formal looking black set with the long trousers. The tiredness had gone from his eyes, even though we had made a long day of it the previous night.

My little dove's appetite for sex had not lessened as he became more restricted in his bondage but had been held in check by sheer will power on his part until we determined to have a night like the last one. His beautiful slim taut body was still a delight to slide into and the abandonment with which he threw himself into the act was always like the first time.

Eric would not let me mount him, but insisted I lay down on my back and let him do all the work, read play. It was so erotic to watch him lower himself down onto my rod until his golden globes settled on my groin as I felt the heat of his still tight hole surround me. He made sure he took his time and would lift right to the top so that I was barely inside him then lower himself so slowly that the act had him sweating with exertion after only a few minutes. He kept it up for forty minutes before I could hold back no longer and as I filled him from the inside he began to hum in his chest and then was spraying my chest with his hot cum as he jerked his head back and forth in extasy.

I looked over at my boy as we pulled into Greg's driveway and had to smile as a twitch of desire rose again at the thought of last night's escapades. The others were already in the main room when we walked in, Greg indicated the chair at the head of the table for me and as I sat down Eric took his position beside me on the floor.

The other Primes were seated around the table and the only other boy apart from Eric and Lim was Daniel, who sat as close to Brian as he could get without being in the same chair. I took a last look around the table and with a nod at them all I started the tribunal.

"Master of the Rod, you have the offender?"

"Yes, Prime Master."

"Bring him before the tribunal, Master."

Greg left the room and returned a minute later with the man shackled hand and foot with short chains as well as blindfolded and gagged. He stopped the man in the center of the room to stand five feet [1½ m] from the front of the table where we sat.

Because he was not a member of the society we would only use the terms of Master or Boy in his presence, so that he would not know who or what we were apart from what I told him.

"Master, is this the scum?"

"This is him, Master."

"Scum this is not a trial, you are already guilty on the evidence we have. You have no defense and there will be no reprieve or parole from our decision. You are here today, scum, to be told your penalty for your abuse and other crimes against people that are under the protection of this Society."

I took a close look at him as he stood there. He was of course unwashed but I could still see a lot of small scars that had been on his skin for a long time. He had at one time been a sub himself to someone who had taken a great delight in hurting him. This was no excuse for his behaviour with the two boys, but it told me he was not really frightened by being disciplined with anything that would hurt him.

He was about 50 or late 40's, slightly out of shape with a small bulge around the waist. He was well covered in coarse dark hair and his small foreskinned penis was laying on a set of very low hanging testicles, they looked as though they had at one time been well stretched.

"Now scum, we have investigated you and your background. We know who you are and where you came from. Do not expect to be saved by the S.I.S., they've washed their hands of you, you scum belong to us."

He made no movement or indication he was even bothered by the statement. His attitude was going a long way to making up my mind about the last penalty. He remained unmoved and even seemed to not care and definitely showed no sign of remorse for his actions.

His next action was the one that made up my mind for me on the last penalty. He tried to smile or sneer around the ball gag in his mouth. To me he was saying he couldn't care less what we did or thought.

"Scum, your crimes and penalties are as follows."

"For the coercion and kidnapping of a defenseless boy you will be confined for 90 days, also you will receive 10 by 10 quarterly of the bastanado."

The bastanado was a five foot [1½ m] rattan cane split lengthwise and rebound in an octagonal cylinder about 2" [5 cm] in diameter. It was leather bound for the first two feet and then each foot after that was a leather thong to hold it together to the end. The last three feet of the cane was not glued and the effect of it pinching the skin as it struck could take slices from the subject.

10 by 10 quarterly was to indicate that he would get the 10 strokes split up into four places on his body each day, so that he was being beaten each day but on a different part. This time it would be the sole of one foot the first day and the other sole the next day, then each buttock in turn and on the fifth day returning to the first foot until the 90 days of punishment were over.

"For the physical and mental abuse of a defenseless boy you will receive 10 strokes or the eight clawed cat with lead every second day on any part of your body the Master decides."

There was still no reaction from him as he stood there almost showing contempt at the penalties.

"For using excessive force in restraint of a defenseless boy you will be held in total restraint at all times except when receiving other punishment."

Total restrain meant he was to be chained in a position of total immobility in any configuration that Greg decided on.

"For the rape and use of tools far beyond the capability of the boy to accept you will when not under other punishment be held incommunicado in the Iron Maiden and will at all time have inserted in you a metal plug that will be selected by the Master."

Still no reaction from the man before us, this made my mind up for me on what had to be done for the last charge. I looked over to Brian and Daniel and directed my next remarks to them.

"Boy, you were this man's victim, by the rules of our Society I offer you the first ten strokes of the bastanado, do you accept?"

Daniel looked nervously down at his feet, his hands were wringing together as he tried to find the courage to speak out. At last Daniel looked up at Brian and leaning over he whispered to him, Brian nodded his head then lokoed up at me.

"Master, this boy is to terrified to go near the scum before us, he has asked that I stand for him. To this end I agree to give the first ten strokes on this boy's behalf, should the tribunal agree."

I didn't need to look at the others, this was a forgone conclusion.

"Master, the tribunal agrees on you standing for the boy."

I turned back to the man as he stood his ground in an attitude of contempt for our tribunal.

"Scum, while this boy was not a member of our society he nevertheless asked for our help, the penalties you have received are for your abuse of this boy. There is however a matter of your attempted murder of a very valuable member of this society and this is one act that we cannot let you off with so lightly. It is the order of this tribunal that for the attempted murder of a member of this Society, on the ninetieth day, being the last day of your punishment for abuse and rape of a non member of this Society, that you will have both testicles surgically removed, you will be held in restraint for a further five days and then released in the city naked so that all can see what you are."

I watched as the words sank into his brain. I felt nothing for him, he didn't deserve any consideration by any of us after what he had tried to do to the two boys. At last he understood and with a muffled cry he collasped onto the floor trying to find some way to get out of the chains that held him.

"Master take this scum away and get him ready for his first strokes."

Greg reached down one large hand and effortlessly lifted the now cringing man to his feet and dragged him forcefully out of the room. There was no reaction from anyone in the room apart from a stunned look on Daniel's face.

"Daniel, try to forget him and just remember that we protect our boys any way we can. Don't feel pity for scum like that he's not worth it."

Daniel numbly tried to nod his head at my words but I could see he was shocked at how far we would go to protect our boys.

"Now Daniel, I believe you wish to ask Mythra's Child a question?"

Daniel lowered his head and then stood up and came to stand in front of Eric. Then he slowly lowered himself to his knees and taking up the second position facing Eric he began.

"Child of Mythra, you saved my life and showed me another way, with your Master's permission I would ask you stand with me so that I may be bonded to Master Brian as his submissive slave and shown the way of the Mythra."

Eric's mouth popped open at the words and then he rose to his feet and came to stand in front of me, with a smoothness born of practise he went into the third position before me.

"My Master, your slave humbly requests to be allowed to go with his friend and witness his bonding."

"Boy, you may go with him and be his witness. Master Brian when is the boy to be bonded?"

"Prime Master, he is to be bonded this very day here in this house."

"Master Brian that seems very convenient?"

"Ah Prime Master, it seemed a good time."

Brian smiled at the small gibe.

"Well Master, I would say that we would all like to stand and witness this boy's bonding, we're sure he will make you proud."

"Yes Prime Master, I'm sure he will."

"Well Masters, let's see if Greg has something for us to eat while we wait for him to get that scum ready."

Lim had some how disappeared while we were talking with Brian. Seconds later he was back with a tray of snacks on top of Greg's drinks trolley. We didn't need any urging to start and when Greg joined us I asked him if he knew about Brian and Daniel.

"Oh yes, I knew about that ages ago, thought we might bond the boy before Brian gives that asshole his first ten, be like a present to them."

I looked across to where Brian sat with Daniel sitting in the floor between his legs with his head resting back into Brian's crotch, his eyes staring up into Brian's face in adoration.

"Think they will make it, James."

"Yep sure do, Greg."

Eric settled between my knees the same as Daniel and as I stroked his hair he smiled and blew a small kiss up at me. Greg had lifted Lim bodily into his arms and was caressing his jet black hair as Lim snuggled in close.

This day had started out as one of darkness and was goning to end with a little something for everyone including the scum waiting out in Greg's playroom, although I don't think he was going to enjoy it as much as the rest of us.

Greg left us to go to his 'play room' to get the first of the Mythra for Daniel's bonding. We had decided to hold it here in the house rather than out there where the scum was cooling his heels while waiting for his first punishment, the wait would do him good.

Daniel was positively glowing as he bounced around with nervousness waiting for his time to come. Brian petted and patted him to try to calm him down but the boy was on a high, he had done an about turn now that the earlier horrors were over.

Greg returned with the Mythra covered with a white cloth and placed it on a hook on the wall while we all sat and smiled as Daniel kept looking over at the covered painting. The more Brian tried to calm him the more he got excited, it was like watching a small child being kept away from an ice cream.

Finally the time came for him to be bonded, all of us except for Eric sat back and stayed out of it. Eric took his place to the right and rear of Brian as he took Daniel over to the painting and pulling off the cover turned to Daniel and after stripping him of all his clothes placed him in front of 'Consent and Submission' to begin.

Daniel bubbled and smiled his way through the ceremony and when the last words were said he literally threw himself into Brian's arms and cried tears of true joy. He had made it at last, he now had someone that wanted him and not just a five minute fling. Brian held his boy close and then after hugging and kissing him released him to go to Eric and thank him for his presence. Once that was done Brian took him around to each of us and told him how to present himself and thank us for being there.

Greg summed it up nicely.

"Masters, time to party and then to work."

As was normal under these circumstances Greg as Master of the Rod and Brian as the first to deliver the strokes of punishment stayed sober and touched no strong drinks, there would be time for that afterward. For the rest of us it was party time.

Once we had been refreshed enough we all set out for the 'Play Room'. Daniel was asked if he wanted to stay behind but he looked up at Brian and proudly stated, "Sirs, I must go where my Master goes, it is my duty."

This made us look at the boy in a new light, he had more guts than we would have thought possible. We knew he didn't want to face what was waiting for us outside.

When we entered the room it was apparent that Greg was taking no chances with our visitor. He was stretched out on the rack, his muscles were tight and straining. Under his heel was a wooden block that raised his left foot above the right, this was to be Brian's target for the bastanado.

The guy was sweating profusely, the rank smeel of stale garlic heavy in the air as we got closer to him. He was still blindfolded and gagged so apart from his hearing he would not be aware what was to happen from one minute to the next. Brian looked around and then with uncharacteristic solid strides, made his way to the far wall and took the heavy bastanado of its hook on the wall.

Brian turned and paced his way back to the rack and took up his position beside the the racked body, bringing down the bastanado close to the raised foot. Brian lined up his swing then eased the bamboo rod down to the floor and looked over to Daniel.

"Boy, Present."

Daniel snapped into the position as well as he was able to with so little practice.

"Boy, you will stand at the head of this animal and count out the strokes clearly so he can hear it. Let him know who it is that's watching his punishment."

"Yes Master."

Daniel walked over to the man's head and with at first a shake in his voice he began.

"I… I am D… Daniel, submissive slave to Master Brian. I'm the boy you abused and hurt. I was afraid of you before and now I can see that you're only a fat old man. I hope my Master will let you feel what it was like for me. Master I'm ready."

Brian smiled at his boy and then with an almost sadistic strength swung the bamboo rod with full force. His aim was perfect and the first stroke hit the ball of the foot just below the grubby toes. The high pitched scream that came from the tortured man was like a dying animal and this was only the first one. Daniel in a calm voice called out the stroke.

"One, Master."

The bamboo swung again and connected directly with the soft and tender instep. The howl of pain was more primeval than before.

"Two, Master."

The voice of Daniel was again calm and steady as he watched Brian lift the Rod again. I could see a faint trail of blood starting to ooze from the cut skin of the instep where the split cane had snagged flesh.

The third was directly across the bone of the heel, this time it was a high pitched screech as he let out a loud and begging, "Noooooooooooo."

"Three, Master."

Twice Greg had to revive the man on the rack as Brian held back nothing on his down swings. At the tenth stroke with the foot now bloody and bruised Brian calmly walked over to the wall and replaced the rod then coming back took Daniel in his arms and spoke softly to him.

"Thank you honey, I'm so proud of you, it's done now so we can work on getting rid of his demons from you."

"You did that just now for me, I feel nothing for him now I have you to protect me, it's gone. I think I can sleep better tonight."

"Good, do you want to stay for the rest?"

"No, I just want you to hold me close for a while, somewhere quiet."

"Ok honey, come on the others have work to do."

The two of them left the room and Greg began to tighten the straps again puting more strain on the man's limbs as he cried and whimpered from the beating on his foot.

Greg reached for his Lansing and stepping back to the right distance began to set it alive with swift accurate strokes across the slightly paunchy belly lifting sharp red welts that were just short of drawing blood. There was no count, it was up to the expertise of Greg's hands.

After thirty lashes I saw Greg tighten his grip on the butt of the whip. He sent out the black snake so fast it almost hard to watch the double tongue as it lifted ten V shaped pieces of skin from the bared chest before him. With a nod to Lim he turned from the table and coiled the whip and hung it on its hook. Lim lifted a ten litre bucket of water and tossed it over the broken skin. As it hit the open welts the man screamed again and passed out, Lim had filled the bucket with fresh salt water straight from the sea.

As soon as the water had dripped from the man Greg without further ado released the winches holding the limbs to the rack, had he been conscious the sudden pain of the release would have sent him out. Reaching for the arms Greg dragged the still body from the rack and took him over to his Iron Maiden. A small trail of blood from the injured foot was left on the floor as Greg forcefuly pushed the now semi-conscious man into the Maiden. It was lined with solid foam that cut off all sound and sense of movement, the fit was tight and the man wouldn't be able to move a muscle while in there, but to make sure Greg clamped his ankles and wrists together and then closed the door sliding. The heavy bolts closed with a solid thump. There was only a very small hole near where the guy's mouth would be and Greg could feed and water him through that.

If need be Greg was prepared to work through the night without a break, there would be no need for words he would just take him out whenever he felt it was necessary to continue his punishment as each day came around. Greg would also do the castration on the last day.

"What about the plug, Greg?"

"Later tonight James, I want him to be fully awake when he gets it."

Greg signalled to Lim for the box on a table near the door. Lim brought it over and opened it, there were about twenty assorted butt plugs. They were made from all types of materials and sizes. Lim lifted out a huge metal plug, apart from its size the weight would also be hard to carry around. It was 14" [35 cm] long and nearly as thick as a normal man's wrist. The bulb at the base would likely tear the sphicter muscle as it went in, there was no way he would be able to expel it without help. He was going to be in a lot of pain when that instrument was inserted and I had a feeling Greg was not going to be to liberal with the lube either.

"That should do the trick, Greg."

"My thoughts exactly, never used this one. I only got it as more of a curiosity piece but now I'm really glad I did."

I looked around at the others, there was not one sign of concern for the guy now enclosed in the Maiden.

"Gentlemen, time for some refreshments I think, let's go over to the house and relax."

I reached out for Eric and pulled him close to me.

"You ok, little dove?"

"Yes James, I hope he suffers the whole time, he really hurt Daniel and he nearly caused you to be taken from me as well."

"Ok kiddo, let's go get something to drink, I want to start for home soon."

Eric snuggled into my side as we made our way back to the house. The first day was done and it was time for us all to head home and be thankful that it was turning out well for our boys.

The drive back to Auckland was a good time to relax as Eric drove while I sat back and looked at his smooth fluid movements. I still preferred a car with manual gear shift, it kept you alert and allowed you to have the true feeling of driving and not just steering like the automatics do. The numbness in my left hand still bothered me at times and the loss of 50% of the strength in that hand was a frustration when trying to do something as simple as open the screw top on lid of a fruit jar. Eric had almost frowned at me one time not long after leaving hospital when a particular jar was giving me trouble and ended up in a shattering mess on the wall of the kitchen. Eric had come over to me and with his inate sense of need, wrapped his arms around me, laying his head on my chest and let the tears flow on my behalf then with a small kiss went and cleaned up the mess without a word.

I had begun to spend a little time each morning trying to strengthen my right hand and wrist to make up for the loss on the left and slowly developed other ways of doing things so that my little dove would never have to see what anger I was really capable of. I had never let him see my darker side and had spent years training myself to not get angry with anyone or any situation which was hard for someone as volatile as I was when younger.

Eric glowed with confidence and sense of duty when driving me around. I had sent him to a good driving school and then to an advanced training class to learn about evasion tactics when in a bad situation on the roads, especially in Auckland where the driving was, to say the least, bloody terrible. He had worked hard and had passed both courses with top marks and when he came home at the end of driving classes with his brand new licence in his hand he went to 'Penitence' and offered it to me with both hands raised.
[Editor's note: until 2011 the minimum age for a drivers license in New Zealand was 15]

"What's this boy?"

"Master, I offer you this as a sign that I will never let harm come to you while we are in your car."

"Thank you boy, from now on you will do all the driving. For every error I see when you are in control of the car you will recieve ten strokes of the strega, agreed?"

"Yes Master."

"Good, then come here my little dove, congratulations. I'm really proud of you getting such good marks. I know I'm going to be safe in your hands."

Eric rose and leaned into my open arms with a huge smile as I lifted my lips and kissed him, pulling him in close, feeling again that warmth that had never left him as he snuggled against me.

When we had arrived home last night, Eric, as usual pulled up at the front door to let me out before taking the car to the garage to park and then entered through the connecting door to the kitchen where I was getting a drink to relax with. I looked at Eric as he came in and apart from the fact that I knew he was now closing in on his sixteenth year he still looked like the same boy I had seen that first day.

"What would you like for your birthday this year, Eric?"

"Can I have anything I want, James?"

I thought for a little and then decided, 'what the hell', he deserved anything he wanted this time.

"Yes Eric, as long as it's under $10,000.00."

"Can I do the Fifth Mythra?"

"What?"

"I want to do the Fifth Mythra, James."

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

"But… but, well hell I was going to do that for you next month as it is."

"I would really like to do it for my birthday James, it sort of … well, would mark a special time for me."

"Well kiddo if that's what you want then that's what you shall have."

This was going to be fun, the Fifth Mythra in my lounge for his birthday? I don't think so. We had two months before his birthday so I had plenty of time to do this one right for him, he wanted a day to remember then that's what he was going to get.

For the next week a spent a lot of time on the telephone when he was at school or out shopping for us. The people around the area had got used to seeing Eric with his restraints on and although there was some pretty nasty stuff at the begining they all now accepted that it was his life and the way he wanted to be. Many of the younger teens would stop him and ask him about his strange life with me and he would always answer them with openess and honesty, in a way he became their own local celebrity.

The older people who at first were the most voiciferous against him were now making comments about how polite and helpful he always was when meeting them in the street.

"James, that boy is such a delight, so polite and helpful."

"James, how the hell do you do it. I should give you my kids, they could do with a touch like yours."

"Hey Jim, that boys a beaut, want mine for a week?"

It was just after coming out of hospital that the community spirit of the 50's and 60's returned to our area. The number of visitors coming and asking what they could do to help kept Eric busy answering the door for hours, all of this was due mainly to Eric's attitude with others outside when in public.

My little dove wants the Fifth Mythra for his birthday, then he was going to have one he would never forget. The first calls were to Greg, Nigel, Richard, Brian and Cameron, they all laughed at my suggestion and said to leave it to them and they would set everything up for me so he didn't catch on to what it was all about.

Last night when we had returned home he became the most pasionate I'd ever seen him. It was a long night for an old man but my boy glowed with love this morning, even though he was moving with a little tenderness in his butt.

I sat out on the veranda looking over the bay as he put my coffee on the table beside me. Then with a peck on the cheek and a wriggle of the butt, he picked up his bag and took off for school. Two more weeks and they had the mid year break for three weeks, I sat there for a while watching the grey clouds gather over the city across the bay and then a light went on in my head.

Three weeks, Hmm, yes just enough time if I can find the people I wanted, time to make plans.

I went through to the computer and opened up my internet connection and search engine. Time to start looking for old friends. Two hours later and I had three names and although some of the news they told me was not the best, they all agreed to do what they could for me and would make the arrangements.

If everything worked out Eric was going to see a different side of me and it would hopefully let him see that even a Founder had to start somewhere and it was for that reason I was able to love him as I did.

Lunchtime arrived and as he had done ever since he joined me, he was home at 12.10pm for lunch, giving me his report of the mornings activities. This had become in some ways a highlight of my day, his report was like a military tribunal report and then at the end he would smile and scrunch into me for his midday kiss.

After lunch was over and the kitchen clean he would gather up his bag and be off again with a parting peck on the lips. Even though it was like a routine I never tired of it and he seemed the same, the blush and smile as he left again told me that inside he was still the same young teen that had arrived on my foor step two odd years ago.

For the next week I was busy making arrangements and looking after my boy as he should be looked after. When the weekend finally came around I called Cameron and invited him and his boy to join us for a cruise in the launch for the two days. They arrived promtply at 8.00am on Saturday morning and after the usual formalities were over we were pulling away from the jetty and heading out to the gulf and then on to Great Barrier Island.

Once out of the harbour I handed the helm over to Eric and Cameron got his boy to bring two coffees to the aft deck where we sat and watched the wake as the two boys ran the boat from the flying bridge. Although I wasn't really in the mood for fishing to day I did want to be out on the water just feeling the salt spray in my face and the freshness of the breeze in my greying hair.

Eric had become as fanatical about fishing as I usually was so he and Cameron's boy would do some fishing for our dinner and Cameron and myself would just lazy around and be waited on.

"Well Cam, what you doing for the school holidays with your boy?"

"Not much James, damn office came up with an urgent contract so I'll be working for most of it."

"Hmm, you still in that pokey two bedroom flat?"

"Yeah, we're both sort of settled there. I know I could get something better for us, but, well it's close to work and the boy's happy."

"Feel like a break for a couple of weeks?"

"Ahhh, what you got in mind, I remember how you did things you know?"

(Chuckle) "Yes I suppose you do, keep this quiet, I'm taking Eric to Aussie next week to meet some of my old Conclave and hopefully my old master. He's in his eighties now but I'd like to see him before he left us."

"So Eric knows nothing about this?"

"Nothing, I wanted to know if you'd look after the house while we're away?"

"Hell yes, not a problem at all and the boy will love it so close to the beach."

"Great, I'll leave the back room open for you in case you get the urge to try it from the other side." (chuckle)

"There now, I knew what it was I've always wanted to do."

"What's that, Cam?"

"Be on the right side in that bloody room of yours." (laughter)

"Oh come on Cam, you loved every minute of it."

"True, but you did more to my mind than you ever did to my skin."

"Name of the game, Bud."

"You never told me much about your first Master, what was he like?"

"Hmmm, well Kristos was a small man, about 5'5" [1.65 m] and about 140 pounds [65 kg], he did more with the sheer power and strength of his mind than he ever did with any equipment."

"So that's where you got it from?"

"Most of it but compared to what he could do I'm a real pussy cat."

"Well if you're a pussy cat I'm glad I didn't meet him."

"He was one of a kind Cam, I saw him one time put the fear of god into a 6'4" [1.93 m] cop when we got pulled over on the road. He only said, while looking up at the cop with what I called his 'no mess' look, 'you don't even want to do this'. the cop went pale and just said to be more careful and let us go. Kristos never said a word he just got in the car and drove away."

"Quite a guy then."

"Yes Cam, and you know what?"

"What?"

"Well I've been a Master for a lot of years and you know even today I miss him so much at times. He just had 'The Way' with him, I can't imagine how Eric will react when he meets him."

"You know damn well James, Eric will make you proud of him."

"Yes I know he will, I never doubt that for a moment, but Kristos does have a way of bringing people undone very quickly."

"Well good luck and don't worry about the house, we'll look after it."

"Thanks Cam, now about more coffee."

Cameron called out over the noise of the throbbing diesels.

"Boy, more coffee."

"Yes Master."

We both sat back with our own thoughts and watched the water pass by as Eric held us on a steady course for the Island. It was good to sit back and watch the two boys laughing and joking as they fished for our supper while Cameron and I sat and lazed away the day watching the sun sink behind the cumulus clouds to the west. We had anchored in a small bay in the lee of the Island and would stay there the night and listen to the water lapping on the side of the boat as we made ourselves comfortable with our boys beside us. It was the only way top spend free time, peace and tranquility surroubded us as we cuddled our boys into us and waited for night fall to come and the new moon to push its way over the top of Great Barrier.

Eric's last week of school was drawing to a close and on Thursday night I told him that tomorrow he was to come home and change into his best restraints and long brown leather pants, boots and a white shirt under his brown vest.

"You will 'Present' yourself to me at exactly 5.30, is that clear boy?"

"Yes Master"

"Ok my little dove, let's go get some rest, and tonight you will be in your own room, second star tonight, ok?"

"Yes James."

"Ok let's go, night little one."

"Night big one." (giggle)

Eric was of course now fully aware of the cameras throughout the house and even though I very rarely used them he was never sure if they were on or not. Tonight his bedroom one would be on and as I undressed I watched him changing his butt plug and then putting on his ear plugs and blindfold, even testing them to make sure they were fitted properly. Eric then lay down on the bed on his stomach and stretched out his arms and legs and with what appeared to be a big sigh relaxed into sleep, it still amazed me that he could nod off in a matter of seconds and be deep asleep within minutes.

Yes Kristos had been one of a kind as a Master but my little dove was definitely one of a kind as a Submissive. I waited for an hour and then rose to go into his room. Once in Eric's room I reached down and gave the plug a good twist, his butt lifted a few inches but his ankles and hands never moved from the position he had placed them in. I pushed the plug further in until it was almost disappearing completely, then eased off and watched as it slid back to its normal position.

Eric's breathing remained constant and shallow as he slept on, only the lifting of his beautiful golden globes gave any reaction to my stimulation. I turned and left the room as his front rested again on the bed. To this day I don't know how he did it, regardless of what I did to him short of going to something heavy, he would sleep on and only his bodies reflexes would signal any notice.

At 3.00 am I woke and went back into his room and began to place size five clamps along the inside of his thighs. A small sleep filled grunt came from each attaching but he stayed asleep and sighed again with a peaceful smile on his face.

At 5.00 am I went back to remove the clamps and saw that he was wide awake and smiling still in perfect position and waiting for me to come to him.

"Sleep well, kiddo?"

"Hmmmmmmm, yes, can I stay here all day like this?"

"Not in your wildest dreams, my boy."

I reached down and unceremoniously pulled the clamps off him, when the last of the dozen clamps was off he looked up at me still with a broad smile and a look of askance.

"Ok kiddo, skeedaddle and get cleaned up after you have my coffee ready."

"Love you."

The redness of clamps still bright on his inner thighs gave him a cute look as he bounced off the bed and ran into the kitchen for my coffee.

When he returned home after his last day of school I purposely waited in my room until he went to his and began the ritual of cleaning and dressing. While he was busy I took the two cases down to the lounge and sat to wait for him. The cases were now in the car and Cameron would be here soon to take us to the airport.

I must have closed my eyes for a little because when I opened them there was a vision of such beauty standing at 'Present' before me I almost gasped. I had seen Eric dressed many times but today he seemed like something out of the Mythra paintings as he stood there waiting for me.

As my eyes took in his youthful beauty a looked down his length noting that he was now nearly perfectly proportioned, chest about 34" [86 cm] waist 27" [69 cm] and those slim hips were only 31" [79 cm], the bulges in the arms of his white shirt told me he had on his wrist restraints and his gold arm band, at his waist was the impression under his shirt of his belt and the ankle cuffs showed just slightly at the bottom of his pants legs but just above the top of his brown boots. On the floor beside him was his chest harness, as I hadn't told him to wear it he had brought it down in case I changed my mind, that I wasn't about to do.

"Return your harness to your room boy and come back here."

"Yes Master."

Eric picked up the harness and was back just as Cameron rang the door bell. Eric went to the door and opened it for Cameron and after his formal greeting brought him into the lounge.

As Eric was still at 'Present' Cameron's boy immediately went to 'Penitence' and waited.

"Damn James, what have you done to that boy, he looks fantastic."

"Yes not to bad at all Cam, you're ready?"

"Yep let's get you on the road."

A puzzled look came over Eric's face as we made to leave the house.

"Ok Eric let's go, you can relax now, let Cameron drive and you get in the back with his boy."

The two boys piled in the back and I joined Cameron in the front as he started the car and drove out and turned down the road to the airport. I checked my inside coat pocket for the tickets and passports and then sat back and let Cameron take us for the check in.

As we turned off the motorway at Manukau and turned down Wiri Station Road toward the Western Motorway Eric's puzzled expression became more obvious but he knew better than to ask the question that was trying to burst through. At last as we turned off to the airport his look changed a little but still had some confusion on it.

"We're going to Australia for two weeks Eric, thought you might like a holiday away from the house for a while."

The biggest and happiest beaming smile came over his face as he settled back into the seat and got a dreamy look on his face, if he had known the reason for going it might have made him pause and think a bit.

Once all the booking in and luggage checks had been done Eric and I went to the waiting louge for our flight to be called and when it came through we boarded our plane and the holiday began.

Although Eric had flown with me before it was on much shorter trips and his enthusiasm showed through with the way he was nervously moving around and fidgetted in his seat.

"Want me to lock you up, Eric?"

"Eh… uh… uhm… oh sory James, I'm just a bit nervous is all."

"I can lock you if you like?" (chuckle)

"In here?"

His voice still held the nervous edge to it as he didn't quite know if I would or not.

"No problems if that's what you need to keep still for a bit."

Eric would of course willingly allowed himself to be locked up if I made it an order so I just smiled at him and gave his ribs a nudge.

"Just funning with you Eric, you settle down how you like, it's ok."

Eric gave me his biggest grin and settled back into the chair as the engines whined their way up to full revs and we began to move forward for take off. Within seconds the rumble of rubber on the tarmac disappeared as the plane soared into the air carrying us toward a new adventure for my little dove. Even my stomach began to tic nervously as I thought of meeting again with the one man that did more for me in my younger days than any other. Deep inside my head I could still see him standing there in front of me as he smiled his hard smile at me on the first day with him, that smile and the look he had on his face had never faded from my memory in all the years that had gone by.

Three hours later and the city of Sydney was below us as the jet circled waiting for its instructions to land. Sydney was only a stop-over for two hours before we caught our flight to Melbourne and the reunion that I partly looked forward to and also dreaded. My old Master was now in his eighties but I knew deep inside that he would have lost none of his tremendous inner strength, that same strength that could weaken men twice his size and half his age.

Looking over at Eric I smiled and wondered what he was going to think when he met Master Kristos for the first time. I had no doubts about Eric's performance of his duties but the fear that Kristos could instil in other Masters was profound and to a Sub it was down right terrifying.

The lay over at Sydney was as usual boring to say the least and I was glad when we got back into the air and on our last leg of the journey.

Melbourne had changed a lot from the time I was there and although the roads had changed it was not difficult to find my way in our rental car to the Nepean Highway and as we passed Serikoski's Hotel the tingling and butterflies began to flutter in my stomach as we got closer to number 114.

The large colonial style house set back from the Highway and surrounded by smartly kept grounds brought a rush of old and sometimes painful memories to me. I turned to Eric as I stopped the car in the driveway in front of the imposing wooden doors.

"Ok Eric, this is Master Kristos' house, he was my first and only Master. He is the one who taught me to be who I am today. When we go inside we will be in a small reception area, I will strip down to my boxers and you will strip completely, I'm going to remove all your restraints except your collar, ok?"

"Yes James."

I could hear the nervousness in his voice as he spoke.

"When we hear the bell we will go throught to the lounge room. This time you will stay directly behind me and when I take my position of respect you will go to Helot, understand?"

"Yes James."

"When Master Kristos speaks you don't move or make a sound, even if he talks to you, stay at Helot. He will most probably run his hands over you, again don't move a hair, ok?"

"Yes James."

"Right, when he let's us stand you will take your place beside me as usual but this time you will keep your eyes on the floor at all times, even when you are at 'Present' and one other thing don't dare go to harmony unless I tell you directly, got all that?"

"Yes James."

"Good boy now let's get this over with."

I led the way from the car and went to the door which opened silently and as we stepped in I saw the retreating back of a man of about thirty, naked except for his chastity belt and restraints. I began to undress until I stood only in my boxers, removing all symbols of my title and domination. Eric stood waiting for me to unlock his restraints and stood shaking as the silence of the house overtook him.

The old familiar smells came back to me as I looked down the hallway toward the room I knew he would be waiting in, I felt like the young guy so many years ago that had stood here uncertainly as the small Greek man told me to strip or leave.

I opened my arms as I laid down the last of Eric's leathers on the side table and pulled him close in a last minute hug of confidence.

"Ok my little dove, you're ready?"

In a quavering voice Eric spoke into my chest as he held on for one more second.

"Yes James."

I led Eric down the hall, our bare feet making soft padding noises as we walked on the cold stone flags of the long walk.

We stood at the 'Door' and after checkinig that Eric was directly behind me I opened the door and walked in. Master Kristos was standing in the center of the room, his slave in the third positon as I entered. Master's eyes were as keen and hard as ever and he didn't look to be more than sixty years old. His eyes bored into me while appearing to totally ignore Eric's presence, but I knew better, he would not have missed a single movement either of us made.

When I was about three feet from him I went down into the thrid position and waited for his signal. I could hear Eric's soft breathing from his position of Helot on the floor behind me.

Master lifted his index finger and I began to speak.

"My Master, I bring you my humble greetings, may the dove protect you always."

Kristos took the two steps toward me and then lashed out with his trade mark back hander, rattling my teeth and bringing again those long ago memories of his greetings each morning.

"Well boy about time you came calling, have you lived your life according to the teachings of the Seven Mythra 'May They Preserve'?"

"My Master, with all my being I have kept the laws."

'Crack'. Another backhander.

"Good Boy."

Kristos turned to his slave waiting on the floor behind him.

"Slave, fetch this boy's clothes here immediately."

The slave ran to the reception room and returned with my clothes, laying them neatly at Kristos' feet.

"Ok get up lazy bones and get dressed, we have a lot of old times to make up for."

I rose to my feet and begasn to dress, the ringing in my ears and the tenderness of my jaw reminding me that this so called old man was still as hard as ever.

"I see you've got yourself a double."

I knew better than to be fooled by his friendly manner.

"Yes, Master."

"Hmm, well I suppose you deserve one, is he any good?"

"I fear at times Master, that I'm a bit soft on him, but he's a good boy and tries hard for me."

"Well I'll have to see about that for myself, boy bring me the strega."

Kristos' slave ran for the strega as the my old Master looked Eric over from where he stood.

"How long have you had him?"

"For just on two years, Master."

"Hmmm."

The slave returned and stood beside Kristos waiting with the strega in his hands.

"Instruct your boy."

"Yes Master, may he go to harmony?"

"If he can before I get the first two or three in."

"Eric, go to harmony."

The room became silent and Eric's deep rythmic humming began instantly. Kristos stared at me with a stunned look on his face as Eric's humming continued unabated.

"My god James," – (that was the first time he had ever used my name in all the years I had known him) – "he can go to harmony before a stroke is laid on him?"

"Yes Master."

"When did he start to do that?"

"Within the first week of having him."

"What! no training, no instructions at all?"

"Nothing Master, he just did it naturally and has been able to do it on command."

"Amazing, how many can he take from the strega?"

"At your pleasure, Master."

"Are you serious, James?"

"Yes Master, he will stay in harmony until I tell him not to, regardless of the disciplinary actions being taken."

"The he is lucky to have found you James, he could be killed by someone who doesn't understand his unique ability."

"Yes Master, his parents were concerned for his safety for that very reason."

"Well damn me, Prime Master James, will you do me the honour of giving your Child of Mythra ten strokes of my strega?"

Ten strokes from Kristos was like being hit by a Mack truck at fifty miles an hour [80 km/h], but I knew Eric would not break.

"At your will, my Master."

"Prime Master, I am honoured."

Kristos stepped up to the side of Eric and without further ado delivered a blow that would have broken lesser boys than Eric and his ablities. Eric was pushed six inches [15 cm] along the floor but his humming remained steady and clear. Kristos turned to me and then said something I thought I would never hear from him.

"This boy would rather die for you than surrender his safe word, is that right James?"

"Yes Master."

"Then there is no need for the other nine strokes, release him from his harmony and position and send him to dress and then return to your side where he definitely belongs, this boy has to much honour to waste uselessly."

"Eric, cease and get dressed and return to me."

The humminig stopped immediately and Eric rose to his feet with his eyes on the floor and made his way out to the hall to dress.

"Come James, let's sit down and relax, you are absolved of all titles to me, you are a Master in your own right and I will honour you and your boy in my house."

I let out a breath that seemed as though I had been holding for the last twenty minutes as Kristos showed me to a comfortable chair near the windows that looked out over his back garden.

We sat there without a word as we waited for Eric to rejoin us and when he came in he took his place on the floor at 'Rest', but with his eyes on the floor in front of him. He neatly laid out his restraints in front of himself waiting for me to lock them on.

"Tell your boy to take ease, James."

"To ease, Eric."

Eric lowered his arms behind his back and settled back onto his heels keeping his gaze down.

Kristos looked at his boy and said, "See boy, that's how it should be done, that is a true Child of Mythra, take note you will never see it again."

"Tell me James, would that boy be better in your lap?"

"Yes K… K… Kristos, I'm sure he would be." I still found it hard to use his name, even after all these years.

"Then release him, let him be the boy he is, James."

"Come here kiddo, give me a hug."

The relief in Eric's face as he seemed to rise from the floor and land in my lap in one fluid movement nearly caught me by surprise, his breathe rushed out of him as he settled down on my chest. I purposefully left his restraints off so he could relax as we did so often at home.

"A beautiful boy James, and I can see he learns well, tell me have you taken him to his safe word yet?"

"I've tried Kristos, but he won't word out, he goes to harmony when he is close to it but he won't use it."

"Unbelievable, he is a special one that one, James."

"Yes, very special."

"You know the last full double, in fact the only true double that was as good as him was from my village in Greece. The boy was nine years old and could go to harmnoy when ever needed, this boy of yours is the only other one I've ever seen that could do it."

"I never knew that Kristos. I knew that Eric had something really special but I didn't know it was that rare."

"It is James, what he does is very rare. A lot can go to harmony with the usual training but to be able to do it from the first moment is almost unheard of."

I could feel Eric's head move slightly and as I looked down I could see him trying to take a look at Kristos for the first time.

"What's the matter, kiddo?"

Eric lifted his head and when his lips were close to my ear he asked.

"Can I look at the Master now, James?"

"Ha ha ha ha, Master Kristos. My boy has asked permission to see you?"

"Master James, I would welcome your boy to 'Present' himself to me."

"Eric, 'Present' yourself before Master Kristos and answer any questions he may have for you."

Eric moved rapidly but with a confidence I didn't know he had as he approached Kristos who was watching him like a hawk as he took his 'Present' and stood rock solid. Kristos rose to his feet and his eyes changed to their old hardenss as he took in the sight of my little dove before him.

"So slave, you think you are good enough to be Mythra's Child?"

"Master, I am as my Master made me."

"Oh so, you give honour to your Master do you?"

Master, it is my duty and my desire to do so."

"So you love your Master, do you slave?"

"Master, all that is me belongs to my Master."

"Would you like a taste of my cat, slave?"

"Master, if it be my Master's wish."

"What if I just take you and do it, slave?"

"Master, I would have to safeword to save my Master's honour."

"What, you would safeword over a little whipping, slave?"

"Master, I would gladly take your whipping without question, but I could not let another Master dishonour my Master in such a way."

"And you would safeword?"

"Master, it would be my duty to my Master."

"What if your Master sends you to me for a whipping?"

"Master, if that is my Master's wish then it will be so."

"Do I scare you, slave?"

"Master, I can not answer that without dishonouring my Master."

"And if I push you for and answer, slave?"

"Master, I would have to safeword to not dishonour my Master."

"Return to your Master, Boy."

As Eric rejoined me and sat on my lap he let out a deep sigh. His face showed the strain and the sweat was running down his cheeks, I pulled him close as Kristos regained his chair.

"Congratulations James, he is truly Mythra's Child."

"Thank you Kristos, you honour us both."

"It's well deserved James, and you say he won't safeword when being worked yet he would have given it up immediately for your honour, truly a remarkable boy James."

"Again you honour us, Kristos."

"Well time for some dinner I think, you will be staying here won't you, no need for a hotel we have a lot of catching up to do and I would like to see you work that boy some time."

"It would be an honour and a pleasure, Kristos."

"Good, now where is that damned boy. Come boy, go to Mythra's Child and present yourself and then get dinner ready."

"Kristos, may I offer Eric's services for dinner?"

"That would be very kind of you James, yes I accept, do you want to set his restraints first?"

"Yes thank you, Eric 'Present'. Go out to the car and bring back your belt, then strip and I'll lock you down, after go with Master Kristos's boy and help with dinner."

"Yes Master."

Eric shot off like a rabbit and within three minutes was standing before me being locked down for the rest of the night.

"Ah James he holds position well, almost the best I've seen for a lot of years. You were always a little lax at 'Present' never could get you to do it properly. Mmmmmm the fun I had trying to get you to do it, remember that night with the bastanado, I thought I had you when you used your go-slow, then when you got up and limped back to the table I knew you weren't going to give up on it."

"Yes Kristos, I remember that very well, my left ankle is still a bit weak from that."

"You know that's the only time I've ever been stopped from finishing a task?"

"No, you never told me that."

"Damn it all James, you were the most stubborn bugger I ever had the pleasure of training. I only hope you get as much from that boy as you gave to me."

"He's already given me more than that Kristos, he will be my last boy. I would never be able to work another boy after him and besides I think he wouldn't leave me anyway."

"You're right there James, I can see it in his eyes, you are the only one he will go to, no doubt about that. I onnly fear for him if anything happens to you."

"Yes, it's one thing I have to talk to him about."

"So he's that devoted is he?"

"More than you could guess, Kristos."

"Well there's the two boys now so I think we better go eat before they're serving it for breakfast.

After dinner as we sat in the lounge drinking cognac with Eric sitting between my knees and Kristos boy kneeling at Helot, so Kristos could have his feet up and gently rub his boy's back with his sock covered feet.

Kristos looked up at me and asked, "James would you work your boy for me later tonight?"

"It would be an honour Kristos, I'm sure you won't mind after all the travelling if we make it a bit short?"

"Not at all, I would just like to see him worked. If he's as good as his positions it would really be a treat for an old man."

"Ok Kristos, say in an hour?"

"Fine, now how about another cognac?"

"Not for me thanks Kristos, if I'm going to work Eric then one is plenty."

"Good idea James, booze and work don't mix well."

The time seemed to fly by once we had made the decision and in what appeared to be only minutes we were rising from the chairs and headed to the basement of Kristos house. His dungeon was huge and was well fitted out as he had been working subs for many years and had had time to build up his tools to a very precise and high degree.

I glanced at Eric as we entered and smiled at his stunned look as he took in the size of the room and the equipment arrayed around the walls. Watching the direction of his stare I noticed his eyes continually went to the heavy wire cables with the spreader bar hanging from the ceiling. Eric looked up at me and I nodded, he went to stand under the spreader bar and waited until I got there and unlocked all his restraints and then told him to strip completely.

Kristos had seated himself in a large old fashioned high backed chair where he could have an uninterupted view of my little dove. I whispered in Eric's ear and then went to the wall and began to lower the spreader from the ceiling until it was just above his head. After two years with Eric I had no need to give him instructions and his facination with suspension had been his true delight when being worked in our own room at home.

Eric raised his arms above his head and splayed them wide until they were close to the steel shackles fitted to either end of the spreader bar. The shackles were of heavy steel with no padding so that Eric would be fully suspended by his wrists only and the cold hard steel would be cutting into his skin as he hung there.

Fitting the shackles around his wrists I then got an 18" [45 cm] spreader with shackles for his ankles and spread his legs apart leaving his small package to hang free. For the first time in months it began to harden without his conscious effort. I looked into his eyes and could see them begining to glaze as the coldness of the steel took effect on him.

"Eric, don't go to harmony until I tell you. Do not cum until I tell you, understand?"

Eric knew better than to answer verbally but instead blinked once and then smiled at me. His eyes clearing again as I went to the winch and began to lift him bodily from the floor until he was suspended two feet above the hard stone pavings of the dungeon. When he seemed to be comfortable with the pull on his arms I walked over to him and, reaching for one leg gave him a push that sent him in a slow spin as the attachment of the spreader to the cable was fixed with a gimbol mounting and his own weight would keep him turning until I stopped it. The disorientation this created was a bigger strain than the drag on his wrists as the steel shackles bit into his skin, I would have to keep a close eye on his hands to see that the circulation was not cut off for to long.

I went over to where Kristos sat and he turned to his boy and made a gesture for the boy to bring another chair for me to sit with him. We sat and watched as my small golden Adonis spun slowly around and around. A small smile on his lips as the weight on his wrists began to make itself known and at the same time the centrifugal force of that slow spin started to confuse his mind with the passing images of the surrounding room and it's myriad pieces of equipment displayed to him like a passing kaleidoskope of potential torture.

The bright sheen of perspiration now covered his slim body as the strain began to tell on him but his hard little shaft stayed straight and the smile on his lips seemed to grow as he felt the effects of this new and untried form of suspension.

Twenty minutes went by as we sat and watched him then I rose and went to the wall to get the three clawed cat and walked over to where he spun. This was going to take timing and precision so I removed my shirt to free my arms for better control.

Each time Eric spun past me he would look at the cat in my hand and his smile would grow bigger as he realised what it meant for him. His shaft jumped each time his face came around to see me.

"You may use harmony if you need to now, Boy."

I had positioned myself so that I could swing the cat each time he was side on to me and facing slightly away as he spun. This way I could lay the cat across his back and wrap it around his side until the tips laid across his chest and nipples from left to right, I would change place now and again so as to give even spread on each side.

Although Kristos was a small man most of his cats were heavy and needed a lot of control. This one was no different and I knew I would have to use care to keep it from ripping Eric open on the first stroke. As Eric spun around I reached back and with a full arm swing brought the cat forward with a medium strength, the tails struck his back and began to wrap around his slim golden body until with a small almost soft hiss snapped across his hardened nipple on the right side. Eric let out a soft moan as his nipple was assaulted and then the heat of the tails around his ribs let themselves be known to him.

As Eric spun around past me I could see the bright red marks of the cat tips across his right nipple and the right side of his taut ribs and stomach, although this was called a cat-o-nine tails it actually had many more than nine tails and each one could be seen as a red stripe on Eric's golden skin.

Again as he turned into the correct position I brought the cat across harder and the immediate tensing and loud grunt from Eric told me that it had done its work well. His now rock hard shaft twitched as the bight of the cat tenderised his right nipple. At this stage all the pain had been to the one side and he could concentrate on pushing it out of the way so with a swift back hand stroke I laid the cat onto his other side harder than the first two and the multiple red welts showed up immediately as he yelped loudly.

I continued to let him have the strokes at different times and sides as he spun on the end of the spreader as I watched closely the colour of his wrists for any constriction of the blood flow. After the fifteenth stroke I began to hear him start his humming as he went into his harmony. I knew that he could take a lot more than he had but when he was in harmony I knew it was enough and anything else I did apart from giving him his breakword to take him out of harmony, was pointless so I left him to spin a little longer as he sang his song to his own dove.

I looked over at Kristos to see that he was entranced by Eric's performance, his mouth slightly agape and his eyes shining. I went and sat down in the chair beside him as Eric continued to turn, his skin bright with sweat and the hard red welts, his nipples up hard and red as was his dripping shaft.

"What do you think, Kristos?"

"In all my years of training James, I have never seen one so young do that so soon, why did you stop?"

"He's a lot more tired than he let's on Kristos, and besides as you know when he is that deep into harmony it's pointless to continue."

"But you can break him out of Harmony, surely?"

"Yes, he has a breakword but I think this is enough for him after the long day he's had. I'm going to wait a few more minutes then take him down, his wrists are starting to show the signs of strain."

Kristos turned to his boy.

"Now boy you can tell others you have seen a true Child of Mythra, take close note of him you won't see the like of him again too often."

The boy dropped his head in agreement and then lifted his eyes again to stare open mouthed at Eric as he turned on the wire. I rose and went to Eric, stopping the spinninig I whispered his breakword in his ear and as his head snapped back he gave out a loud groan as the effects of the cat took their place in his conscious mind.

"You can cum now boy, you did really well."

With a smile on his lips Eric twitched his stomach muscles and his rod jumped up and down a couple of times and then with panting breath and a small whimpering sound he sent his hot wetness out over the floor to show he had been holding it back for some considerable time.

"James, that's unbelievable, can he do that at will?"

"Not all the time Kristos, usually only if he has the right stimulation."

"Amazing, James he's really a treasure that boy, don't suppose you want to give him up to me do you?"

I had been busy lowering Eric to the floor and releasing his shackles as Kristos had spoken. My little dove was now totally exhausted after his long day of travel and now the work out as well as the after effects of his orgasm.

"Sorry Kristos, not a hope of that happening."

"Well if you ever change your mind you know where I live." (chuckle)

By now Eric was safely on the floor and released of his shackles and as I opened my arms he reached up and planted a kiss on my cheek then snuggled in as close to my chest as he could manage.

"I see what you mean James, that boy is a one man boy if ever I saw one."

"Yes, Kristos he is that."

Eric hugged tighter as I rubbed his back and thighs while he curled up close to me as we sat on the floor. I sat there with Eric in my lap for another ten minutes as he calmed down and then with a bit of a grunt from my stiff arms I lifted him up and carried him over to a small couch set against the far wall so he could rest there for a little longer.

"Tell me Kristos, does Kalides still run Spartels' baths?"

"No James, he's retired, but his oldest son Petros runs it now. He's made a few improvements and cleaned the old sauna up a lot in the last few years, you thinking of taking the boy there?"

"Yes, I thought it would be good for him to see and old fashioned Greek baths."

"I'm sure he would love it James, just as you used to, but I would keep a close eye on him there, there's a lot of men will want to kidnap him from you when they see him."

"Hahaha, not a hope of that Kristos."

"I'm sure of that James." (chuckle) "Have you made any plans for tomorrow night?"

"No, I thought he might want to take a rest for a few days, why, what did you have in mind?"

"The 'Ale Cante' is still operating and I'm sure there will be some of your old friends there tomorrow night. It's a celebration for the new Master of the Chair, you did bring all your regalia with you didn't you?"

"Well yes I did, all except Eric's cape."

"Oh don't worry about that, I'm sure I've got a spare one around here somewhere and he can use the silver clasp I have tucked away for a rainy day, thought it might come in handy one day."

"You mean that clasp you got from Greece, what, it must be thirty years ago?"

"Yes that's the one, it's still in it's box, never had occasion to use it until now and he is just the boy it was made for."

"I don't know what to say Kristos, I know how much that clasp means to you."

"Well James, I almost thought you would be the one to wear it once, but you were to damn stubborn and pig headed to have been submissive enough to earn it."

"Don't give up do you Kristos, hahahahaha. I'm sure Eric will wear it with honour and will be very gratefull that you would let him wear it for the evening."

"What do you mean for the evening? I said it would go to the one who earnt it, he's well earnt it this evening, when he puts it on it will be his to keep. It was made for a boy like him, and don't you give me any of your stupid arguments either, my boy."

"Kristos… well… damn it… thank you, thank you for the honour from both of us."

"Well you were not worth it, but that boy is a real treasure and he is definitely worth it so no more about it."

"It's getting late Kristos, I think I better get my boy to bed, he's all in by the look of him."

"Yes James, take him up to your old room. It's been made ready for you, even put in a larger bed for you both."

"Thanks again Kristos, I'm sure Eric will remember this for a long long time."

"As long as he wears that clasp with pride then he has fulfilled an old man's dream, James."

"He will that Kristos, now My Master, I bid you good night Sir."

"Good night, my Boy, take care of your little one."

As I lifted the now deeply sleeping Eric into my arms to carry him to our room I heard Kristos giving his boy orders.

"Boy, the rack and hurry it up."

Kristos was never one to sleep more than four hours a day even when he was younger and fitter. I smiled at the memories it brought back as I carried my little dove up to the bedroom for a well deserved sleep and a little pampering.

***

The morning dawned overcast with a light drizzle falling as the sound of the Minor birds and Magpies called out to each other. The early sounds of Melbourne had not changed in all the years I had been away and even the drizzle seemed familiar only this time I was not alone in the bed as the warm tight back of Eric tried to spoon in closer to my stomach. The night before had been one for the books as he had awakened just as I laid him down on the bed to undress and as soon as I hit the bed he was wrapped around me like an octopus trying to climb inside my skin.

This golden bundle of joy had definate ideas about how soon we would sleep and after the long trip I was surprised at the awakening I felt as he rubbed himself all over my bare skin. The next hour was to be the best we had ever spent and although we were both totally exhausted afterward and fell into a deep sleep within minutes of satiating ourselves, it would remain a special night for us both.

I ran my hand over his very tender nipples and with a small moan he moved back against me again pushing his tight butt cheeks hard into my morning riser. Then with a well developed move he had my shaft between those cheeks and was gently pushing back, flexing his thighs to allow entrance he let me sink deep inside himself and sighed with that sound of pleasure only a boy like him could make.

I began to take my time with long slow strokes as he hummed and whimpered as I hit his fun button on each inward stroke.

"You're free this morning Eric, you can cum whenever you want to and as often as you want to, I'm so proud of you for yesterday you deserve a special time today."

Half an hour later and there was a light knock at the door as Kristos boy entered after I gave permission and set two hot cups pf coffee down on the table beside the bed. Then with a well practised grace he went to the third position to wait for my order to speak.

"Yes Boy?"

"Prime Master, may I speak to the Child of Mythra?"

"You may speak, boy."

"Child of Mythra, would you honour me with your touch and blessing, Sir?"

Eric reached over the side of the bed and laid his hand on the boy's head.

"Sir, the honour is mine, May the Dove preserve you in all you do."

Eric took away his hand and fell back against me as the boy remained in position.

"Is there something else, Boy?"

"Prime Master, my Master has given instruction that I must await Mythra's Child and take him to be bathed in the old way, if this is your wish Prime Master?"

"Your Master honours us greatly Boy, and it shall be as he says. Eric go with this Boy while I have my coffee and then return to me when you're done, to have your restraints locked on. Today is going to be something special for you."

Eric with his characteristic smile jumped from the bed and as the Boy rose, followed him out the door to be taken to the huge sunken Greek style baths down the hall from our room. If Kristos' boy was as good as they usually were then Eric was going to get a pampering he would never forget. Kristos would not allow a slave to be bathed in his private bath so this was indeed a great honour for Eric. The soaping and skin rub as well as the washing by hand and then the oiling of his golden skin with imported Greek aromatic oils was going to give Eric a real thrill after the stress of yesterday.

An hour later and I had finished my coffee, shower and dressing when a golden blob of what looked like jello, staggered into the bedroom with glassy eyes as the boy held him up by one arm.

"You feel ok, Eric?"

"Oh James, that's the greatest thing I've ever felt, and the oils and the stygal thing he used to clean my skin with afterward was… well it was… it made me cum twice, I couldn't stop myself, it's like electric shocks all over your body."

"So you had fun?"

Eric fell into my arms smelling of the aromatic oils and scents that the boy had used on him.

"Yesssssssss, nothing could be better than that, what did you think when you had it done?"

"I've never had it Eric, Master Kristos was honouring you in the only special way he could think of, you have just been given something no slave has ever had in this house."

As I have had a number of requests to give Eric's point of view to his bondage to James, I felt that as they were enjoying the baths in Melbourne and relaxing for the day that this would be a good time to try to look at the other side of their partnership.
With that in mind I am going to give this chapter over to Eric and his views, I hope this will not detract from your enjoyment of the story so far.

Eric: My Beginnings, My Master, My Need

As I stood looking up at him with his bigger size and muscles I began to get the tingly feeling again down deep inside. He was older than me, nearly thirteen, and he was a rugby player in the under thirteens, I knew that when he hit me it was going to feel sooo good just like the other times I had done the same thing to older boys so I could get 'THAT' feeling again.

Tomorrow is my tenth birthday and this was going to be awesome when I woke up next day and would be able to feel those bruises and the tingly feeling I always got when a boy bashed me good.

Mum and Dad were always good to me and I know that they loved me a lot but Dad never wanted to make me feel tingly, even when I tried to make him mad enough, he would just frown at me and tell me to go to my room to cool down. I tried so many ways to get him to give me that tingly feeling but he wouldn't do it so I went to the older boys in school and made them do it.

It always felt so good when they pushed me around and ordered me to do stuff for them but the best time was when I could feel their fists and feet pounding me. The bruises and cuts didn't worry me, they were part of getting 'THAT' feeling again. I dream all the time about having someone, anyone, just to give me orders and make me do stuff for them just like the old time slaves had to do.

Oh, sorry who am I? I'm Eric, Eric Sutton, I'm ten years old and have mixed blood, my Dad is part Maori and my Mum is Pakeha, I'm 4'10" [1.47 m] tall and slim, not even any baby fat on my belly. My only worry is that if I can find someone to make me do things that he, yes 'HE', I know what I want and it's not some woosey girl, anyway, I worry that 'HE' will think my dickie is to little. I've seen the other guys in school at the pool and they're all bigger than me, still who cares, I want someone to make me do stuff and make me tingly all the time.

How long have I done this thingy with the tingling? well it started about two years ago just after my eighth birthday, my cousin took me to the movies as a birthday present, it was a new Peter Pan movie, when I saw Peter Pan all tied up at one time I felt this great rushing tingling run through my insides and I knew then that I wanted to feel it all the time. I tried a lot of ways to get it but nothing worked until I got into a fight at school with a bigger guy and he pumelled me good and I got the feeling again as I felt his fists hitting me. It was awesome even though my nose was bleeding and my eye was cut but my whole body zinged with the feeling.

I looked up again at Billy Kraus and smiled, his face was red and he was puffing his breath out in short gasps.

"What's up Kraus, you're a fucking girl, c'mon woose have a go."

That was it, Billy clamped his hand closed in a fist and let fly, as that piece of flesh hit me in the chest, knocking the breath out of me I laughed at him, I didn't try to hit him back, I didn't need to, he was mad enough to keep hitting me without any help.

That first punch started the tingly feeling again and I smiled up at Billy Kraus as he leaned back for another go as I gasped for breath. Twice more he got me good and then a teacher came and stopped him just when I was really feeling good, my little 2" [5 cm] dickie was as hard as a nail and the nice comfortable tingly feeling was running through me like a fast car on the motorway.

The best time was when I was eleven, these three guys put me in hospital for nearly a week and the whole time my now 3" [8 cm] dickie was hard and throbbing. It was so great I just wanted to be like that all the time.

When I was almost thirteen, about nine months ago, I got a real rush when I found out that the local cops got really pissed when you tried to make it hard for them to get you in one of their cars to go to the station if you did something wrong, like break a window or something.

I found out that if I made enough hassle for them they would put their handcuffs on me and take me to the station and then call Mum or Dad to come get me. The tingly feeling was even better when I felt those hard steel cuffs on my wrists, like well you know, like a slave in the old days of Romans and Gladiators and things.

Today is Friday and as I got to our gateway I could see Uncle Bryan's car parked near the front door. He was my best Uncle, always getting things for me and sometimes even letting me have a go at driving his car on the back streets even though I wasn't old enough for a learners permit yet.

I ran up to the door and as I barged in I could see Mum and Dad with Uncle Bryan sitting in the lounge talking real serious like, they looked up at me as though I was a stranger to them and then they all smiled at me. Hey I'm not dumb, I know they were talking about me, but what?

I live just outside the country town of Matamata in the Thames valley so that seeing Uncle Bryan at this time of the day and week was a surprise as he lived all the way up in Auckland and usually only came down here on the weekend sometimes.

"Hey, Uncle Bry."

"Hey buddy, been behaving?"

"Uhm… yeah Uncle Bry."

"Good, no problems at school?"

"Nah… what you doing here, Uncle Bry?"

"Just came down to see your folks for the day Buddy, thought they might like a break for the weekend and come up to the smoke for a couple of days, you too of course, what you think?"

"Great Uncle Bry, not much to do here on the weekend."

"Well Sue, Steve, it looks like you've got a weekend off."

"Ahm… yeah thanks Bryan, you sure this is the best thing though?"

"Yes Steve, I'm sure it will settle a lot of questions of the last four, five years."

"Ok Bryan, we trust your judgement."

"Great, well I have to get back to the smoke and close the office, see you all tomorrow then, bye buddy, be good."

"Sure, Uncle Bry."

Uncle Bryan got up and left us looking at each other, there was something in Mum and Dad's look that said this was more than just a trip up to the smoke, Damn I hope it's not another trip to one of those shrink people that want me to talk about everything all the time. The last one was some dick from CYFS department, she had no idea at all, just kept asking if Dad was playing with me, yech. Stupid woman, no wonder she worked for the government, she wouldn't get a job anywhere else.

Saturday morning and Dad was all rushed and things as he got the car ready for our trip to the city. Mum seemed a little nervous and fidgetted all the time until at last we were on the way. The drive was nothing special, we took highway 27 through Waitoa and down the Valley to Paeroa, then onto Highway 5 through to the bridge at Kopu and back onto highway 27 and onto the motorway into Auckland at the bottom of the Bombay Hill.

The Motorway was not all that busy at this time of the week so the trip through to Uncle Bryan's in Herne Bay didn't take to long like sometimes when we came up here to see him.

Uncle Bryan was waiting at the door for us at about nine o'clock and before we could go inside he nodded to Mum and Dad and we just changed over to his car and left straight away. Mum kept looking at me as we drove out toward the bays area and when at last Uncle Bryan gave a sigh and pulled into this driveway, Mum smiled at me.

The house was not a big fancy place like most people think is all they got in Auckland but it looked quite tidy and there was a beach just across the road with this awesome launch tied up to a jetty. Uncle Bryan rang the bell and this older guy opened the door with a smile and a hand shake for Uncle Bryan and then when he was introduced to Mum and Dad he shook their hands but at the same time I could feel his blue eyes staring right through me as though I wasn't even there, the tingly feeling came back as I looked at him. He wasn't a big guy or anything, just looked kinda normal height and looked quite fit for his age, I think he could have been forty or something, his hair was a little grey and he had a real nice smile but his eyes were like really hard blue stones, the tingling went up a notch.

Dad turned to tell him my name but the guy was really rude when he said I didn't have a name in his house, or something like that, and then he asked Uncle Bryan to take Mum and Dad to the lounge while he talked to me. My whole body was all tingly again but this time it was even stronger, there was something about this man that said he had some kinda power that I need to get from him, like Harry Potter getting lessons on magic.

His eyes bored into me and made me feel as though I was all naked and he could see my hard dick as it pressed into my pants.

"Come here boy, stand in front of me with both feet on that white square, heels together toes pointed outward at 45 degrees, lift your head up and look at me, put your hands behind your back and clasp your fingers together."

I did what he asked and then he looked deep inside me again with those cold blue stones he had for eyes.

"You know why you're here, boy?"

His voice was cold like ice as he looked right inside me.

"N… n… no."

"Sir,… you call me Sir at all times unless I say different, got that boy?"

"Y… y… yes… Sir."

"You're here to do what your told, by me, got that?"

"Y… y… yes… Sir"

"Don't drop your eyes boy, look at me when I talk to you."

"Y… y… yes… Sir"

"This is what you're going to do, you will stand there without moving, you will not speak unless I tell you to, you will answer me smartly at all times is that clear?"

"Yes Sir."

"Ok stay there till I come and get you, you don't move from that spot unless I come for you."

"No Sir."

My tingling was raging and my dick was sooo hard, this was the man I was looking for. He was not a big muscley guy but he had a strange power in his eyes and his voice was strong and I knew I better not give him any trouble. I stood there waiting as he went to talk to Mum, Dad and Uncle Bryan, I was nearly shaking from all the feelings running through me, this was so neat.

I could hear them talking for a while but they were just to far away for me to hear everything they said as they kept their voices very low. I almost took a step trying to lean forward to hear them but then I saw his eyes looking into mine again and pulled my self up, those eyes were so awesome and strong.

"BOY, come here."

I heard him call me and his voice sent shivers through me as I left the entrance way and walked inside to stand in front of him, his look nearly froze me as he asked me about his orders before.

"Tell me boy, what were the instructions I gave you out there?"

"Sir, I was to stay on that white square until you told me to move and I was not to speak unless you told me to."

"And did you follow my orders exactly?"

"Yes Sir."

"Tell me boy, if you were lying should you be punished?"

"Yes, but I didn't lie."

He didn't miss anything I said as he pulled me up about not saying 'Sir' to him.

"Sir?"

"I didn't lie sir."

"You're lying to me now aren't you boy?"

"No sir."

What was he doing to me? I didn't lie, I did everything he told me to, I stood on the square till he told me to come in, what's he meant I lied, my head was going around and around but my dick was getting all wet from the way he was speaking to me.

"Yes you are, boy."

"Yes I am, sir."

Where did that come from, I just agreed with him but I know I did everything he said. This was getting confusing as he kept saying things that didn't fit in. The room began to get sort of misty as he talked at me, not to me but more like right inside me, he seemed to know something I didn't but it felt so kool when he did it.

"Do you know how I know you're lying, boy?"

"No sir."

"I told you to wait till I came to get you, isn't that right?"

"Yes sir."

"And you ran in here like a wild animal as soon as I called, right?"

"Yes sir."

"So you lied to me, didn't you boy?"

"Yes sir, I lied to you sir."

Shit he was right, I did just run in, yes that's right he said to wait till he 'came' for me. Damn didn't think of that, I better listen hard to him next time, he says things that could go two ways and you get caught out so easy, god I could stay with this guy forever if I could, he seemed to know just what was right for me.

"I also told you not to speak unless I said that you could, that right?"

"Yes Sir."

"So you lied about that to didn't you, boy?"

"Yes Sir."

'Yes Sir' hang on a minute, he's asking me questions and then tell's me I'm not meant to be talking. How the hell do I answer if I don't speak, my confusion was getting worse but my dick was really leaking hard as he sternly looked at me with those hard eyes boring into me.

"So why are you chattering away like a rooster in the barnyard, boy?"

"You are asking me to answer, Sir."

"If I want an answer I will say, 'SPEAK' do you understand?"

"Y…"

Damn, he nearly got me again, this man is so tricky and sooooo kool. I could feel my balls getting tight as he scowled at me with those two hard stones of blue. God not now, I don't want to spoof in my pants in front of everyone.

"Well it's too late now boy, you disrespected me in front of your parents and you lied like all small boys do, isn't that right?"

I nodded my head frantically in agreement, I could feel my dick throbbing and almost ready to unload, no I had to stop it from doing it but it was so hard to do when he was looking at me and giving me hard things to remember. Shit this is sooooo great, at last someone to be a boss for me.

"So if you're bad you should be punished, that right?"

I nodded my head furiously to let him know that I really wanted him to make me feel good and maybe he wouldn't see me spoof everywhere in my pants.

"From now on boy, when I want an answer you will blink once for yes, twice for no, you will drop your head one inch as a sign of respect for me, you understand?"

This was so kool, now I knew what to do and he had a way of making me want to listen to him, I blinked my eyes once and tilted my head a bit.

"Right boy, place your hands on top of your head clasped as before, pull your shoulders back and spread your elbows to the side, this is the sign of 'Present'. When ever I address you, you will stand like that, now go over to that wall in front of that picture facing it with your feet in the same positon as before, you will stand there while I decide what your punishment will be. I don't want to hear a sound from you or see one movement, you understand me boy?"

I blinked again, thank god he was sending me over to look at the picture on the wall. I was just so close to loosing it all into my pants and the nice rosey glow from all his orders was making my tingling feel like a hundred fingers running up and down my dick.

"Go now."

I nearly jumped at the way he barked out the order but it was so neat and I went and stood in front of this kool painting. It was all different blues and this really neat white bird in the middle sort of flying in the blue sky, it was real peacefull looking and it seemed to want to talk to me. it's small bright eyes looked into me like the mans had and I felt all calm and fuzzy.

I could hear the man talking to Mum and Dad as I stood there looking at the bird, I almost couldn't believe what I was hearing. Mum and Dad knew all about this and were agreeing to everything he said, shit I hope they let me stay here for the weekend with this man. Something inside of me twitched as I looked at the white bird, it was smiling at me, I'm sure it was.

"So what do you think Steve, what would you do with a liar?"

"Well James, I'm not sure, but I'll go along with what ever you think is right."

"What about you Sue, any ideas?"

"Uhm, well James, my mother used to wash out our mouths with soap, but I don't think that's enough for him."

That's Funny, both Mum and Dad haven't used my name, nor has Uncle Bryan and the man has never asked. The white bird smiled at me again.

"Hmmm well I think I have just the thing, I'll be back in a minute, just got to get something from the back room."

The man got up and left us all alone but he was back in a minute or so and he had this real wicked looking long whip in his hand. Ooohhhhhhhhh god if only I could feel that on my back, or better still on my bare ass. My dick jumped again as I saw it in his hands.

"This should sort out our little problem, don't you think, boy?"

At last someone who could give me my tingling properly, I felt afraid but at the same time the room became all misty and soft as I looked at that beautiful long snake like thing in his hands.

"I told you not to move boy, that's going to be an extra five."

The man let go of some of the whip and it looked like it was alive as it uncoiled itself onto the floor. Dad sort of yelped when he saw it, I hope he doesn't stop the man from letting me feel it, fuck I'm going to spoof any minute.

"My god James, he's only a boy, you can't use that on him."

"Why not Steve, he's a liar and he has no respect for people?"

"But that's a full bull whip."

"He has to learn Steve, so no time like now."

"B… b… but."

"Come here boy."

YESSSSSS, he's going to let me have some of that whip thing, ohhh this is so neat, at last a good hard hiding. I know I won't be able to stop from shooting now.

I turned around and looked the man in the eyes like he told me to, at first I was a little afraid but then I saw the long black snake on the floor and I almost smiled at the sight of it. I went to stand in front of him, I didn't even remember my parents or my uncle being there. There was just this man that knew how I felt and that beautiful long whip waiting just for me.

"What you think boy, you deserve this?"

He shook that beautiful long whip at me.

"Speak."

"Yes sir, it's what I deserve, I'm a liar sir."

Ohh damn I would say anything he wanted as long as I could feel that thing hitting me.

"You think you would like this then boy? speak."

"Yes sir, I would like that very much sir."

Shit when is he going to use it, I want it so bad, I can almost feel it on my ass right now, come on mister don't make me wait, please now, god I want to spoof sooo bad.

"Well boy, you're not going to get something you would like, this is punishment time not fun time."

Did he say I wasn't getting it, no… no… not now please I need it, I want it, my head screamed out at the utter disappointment as he said no. Fuck doesn't he care how I feel, fucking ass hole, I hate him, well not really but he has to do it to me, please.

He dropped the whip on the floor, right in front of me, I could see and almost feel it wrapping itself around me like a hot blanket and giving me lots of tingles inside. He has to give it to me, he has to, I need it sooo bad.

"Well boy, time for your punishment, you lied to me three times and you broke the rules I set you four times so that's a total of seven times you failed to show respect to me and your parents, is that right? speak."

"Yes Sir, that's correct."

"So five strokes for each offence sound right to you? speak."

"Yes Sir, it is a fair amount, Sir."

Damn this is going to be so kool, five strokes of that thing on the floor multiplied by seven is… ah thirty five, this is going to be so neat.

"Right drop your pants and underpants, then turn around with your hands behind your back as before."

"Mmmy underpants, Sir?"

"Five more for speaking boy, now do it."

No! he's not really doing this, drop my pants and under pants, but… but… but Mum and Dad will see me hard and all wet. Fuck this is so embarrassing, but I knew deep inside that I would do it, this man just sort of made me want to. I began to take down my pants and then the rest of my skin was bare for all of them to see. I took a quick look under my eyebrows at Mum and Dad but they just sat there with a sort of smile on their faces. My dick jumped again as I stood up and turned around like he had asked with my hands behind me.

"Hurry up, boy, and stand up straight hands behind you."

When my hands were behind me I felt that hard cold steel of cuffs wrap around my wrists and fasten tight to hold my hands still, my dick had at first started to soften with the embarrassment of my parents seeing me but at the first touch of the cold steel it jumped up again hard as ever.

"Now boy, come here and lay over my knees."

Over his knees, He was going to slap my ass like a little kid and in front of my parents and uncle. I could feel the heat in my face as I blushed at being treated like a ten year old but my dick just got harder at the thought of those hands pounding my ass. He said forty strokes, ooohhhhh this is going to feel sooo good.

"Count them out, boy."

He said count them? what's all this about, all I want is to get that really hot feeling again and he wants me to count. I jumped as his hard hand connected right between my cheeks, almost right over my hole, the stinging was so good my dick jumped at the feel of it and the warmth of his hand hitting my butt stayed and flowed all through me as he talked to Mum and Dad.

"Does he get the whole lot James?" Steve asked.

"Yes Steve, he has to learn to do as I say, this is the best way for him to remember."

I sighed as he answered dad but as I relaxed he got me again with one right on my left cheek, it was harder and stung like crazy but it was also nicer as my dick jumped again.

"So what do you think Steve, Sue, you want to leave him with me for a while to get him to tell the truth and show respect for you?"

They're going to leave me with him, oh god I hope so. He really knows how to make me feel good, already my butt is feeling hot and the tingling is getting stroner all the time.

"Well Sue, what do you think? Personally I think James is just what he needed, don't you?"

James, so that's his name, I like that name, it's strong, you know like King James or Captain James. God, I hope he will keep me and give me heaps of hot butt all the time, jeez he can hit hard and it's only his hand, Mmmmmmm, this is going to be so great.

"Yes Steve, I think he's in good hands now."

"Well James, how long do you want him around?"

"Wait, I'll ask the boy, boy how long you want to stay here? speak."

"As long as you'll have me here, Sir."

As soon as I answered he gave me a three hit combo, left cheek, right cheek then right in the middle again, it was awesome.

"Well boy that's the first five, but you didn't count them out. Now I have to start all over again, this time you count and say thank you sir, speak."

Damn forgot that part, hehehehe, well at least I get them all over again. This is the greatest day in my life. It's funny but I sort of feel good with him, you know sort of closer than just someone to make me feel good, he knew what I wanted and did it real good to me.

"Yes sir, thank you Sir, starting now Sir."

Mum, Dad and Uncle Bryan got up and left me laying over the man's, oops sorry, James', knees.

"Thanks again James, we'll send him some clothes over and make arrangements for his schooling here in Auckland. This is definitely what he needed, I totally agree with Bryan's decision to talk to you now, if it's ok with you we'll get started home, again thanks."

"Ok Steve, I'll keep you up to date as things go along."

"Ok thanks again bye for now, and say bye to the boy for us later."

They are really going to leave me here with this man James. At last they understand what I want, I just know he's going to do all the good things I've always wanted. The feeling deep inside me smiled like the white bird had done and I felt as though I was going to burst as James talked to me again.

"Will do Steve drive safely, now boy, you got some counting to do."

Whack.

"One Sir, thank you Sir."

Yessssssss, that was a good one, maybe if I forget to count he will start again, hehehehe, no better not make him to angry, he has a lot of power in his hands and I might not get some tomorrow if he gets to angry. Oof, jeeze that one was a good one.

"Two Sir, thank you Sir."

As the clock struck 9.00am I ushered Eric down the old steps of Spartels' and we were met by Petros who had been only ten the last time I saw him. He was now a lot bigger both in height and bulk but still with the same childish smile he was famous for.

"Prime Master James, welcome Sir, you honour my baths with your presence."

"You remember me Petros?"

"Ahhh, Prime Master Kristos rang me Sir and informed me that you would be coming and that you were to be recieved as his guest."

"Thank you Petros, this is my boy Eric, Eric present yourself to Master Petros."

Eric took the half step out from my side and the one pace forward, snapping into the present and with his usual grace bowed low from the waist and then returned to his place by my left shoulder returning his hands to behind his back in the position of 'Second Present'.

"Ah Prime Master, so this is the boy that Master Kristos is so taken with."

"Yes Petros, now I want everything for him today, leave nothing out, I want him to experience everything that you're famous for."

"Certainly, Prime Master."

"James, please Petros, let's relax so the boy can enjoy his day."

"Of course James, now let me call the boys for you to choose from to look after this delightful child."

Petros reached for the button under the counter and within seconds five young men aged from 17 to 22 arrived and stood at present before us. While Spartels' was also a normal Greek steam baths half of it was behind locked doors and could only be entered by those recognised as being in the society. The boys in front of us had been trained by Petros to service those members with bathing and massages in the old style. The boys were not there for sexual needs but only to serve as body slaves for members.

"Well Eric, who would you like to look after you today?"

Eric looked over the boys while his mouth gaped open at the selection on prime bodies available to serve him. After some time he turned to me and with his usual blush he shook his head and said.

"James, I don't know, what do they do?"

"They serve us Eric, they give you your bath and dry you then give a massage that will have you feeling so good you won't want to leave here, and then they will get some lunch for us and feed you then give you a manicure and shampoo and a haircut if you want one. These boys are specially trained by Master Petros to serve members of the society."

"I don't know who to choose, can you do it for me, please James?"

"Ok kiddo."

I selected the 17 year old for Eric and a boy of about 20 to look after me then turned to Petros.

"Thank you Petros, I see you still have excellent taste in your boys?"

"A pleasure James, uhm, I wonder if you would do my boys the honour of a blessing by Mythra's Child?"

At those two words the five boys fell to the floor in the third position suddenly realising who Eric was.

"The honour is his Petros, Eric honour these boys."

Eric proceeded down the line of five boys giving each the blessing of the dove and then returned to my side. After the blessing Petros turned to Eric.

"Child of Mythra your boy's name is 'Scamp' please inform me if he does not serve you properly. James your boy's name is 'Sonny' and I'm sure you will know how to keep him in line, both boys are yours for as long as you wish to use them James. Boys you will obey Prime Master James in all things and don't bring dishonour to my house, is that clear?"

Both boys answered together, "Yes Master."

"Now James, if you and Mythra's Child will follow the boys they will take care of you."

"Thank you again Petros, I'm sure the boys will do you honour."

"Yes James, they're good boys but if you need to, I have made improvements to the other room if you wish to use it."

The 'Other Room' was Petros dungeon at the back of Spartels' and set into the slight rise of the ground at the back of the building, totally sound proof and with an earthy smell and feeling to it that brought thoughts of dark days and ancient rituals to mind.

Once through the sealed doorway we followed the two boys down the corridor passing the entrance to other rooms until we came to the last room which was set up as a double. There were two lounging sofa's, two massage tables and a small cabinet in the center of the room which held all the oils and parafinalia of their occupation. The room was warm and cosy with a slight smell of the scents used in the greek massage oils.

A large pile of white fluffy towels lay on top of the bench set against one wall next to where a mini-kitchen was set up. The two boys stood behind us waiting patiently until we had taken it all in and although I had been here many times in the past it was all new to Eric so I waited until he had had time to look it all over and then turned to the boys and nodded my head.

As Sonny began to remove my clothes I watched as Scamp started on Eric's, when he at last got Eric down to where he was only dressed in his restraints he stood back and waited for me to release him. Once Eric had his restraints removed they were taken by Scamp and laid out with meticulous precision on the bench where he would later clean them for Eric, he then stood back and waited for his next orders.

Sonny had finished undressing me and as I laid down on the lounging sofa I motioned for Eric to do the same then asked the boys to get some coffee for us and a little something to eat before we went into the bath area. It was not long before two steaming cups of Greek coffee stood beside us and a plate with hot croisants and feta cheese were being hand fed to us both.

At the first movement of Scamp to feed Eric his croisant he blushed but as soon as I told him to lay back and relax and enjoy it he settled back down, with a smile of satisfaction on his face he began to chew as Scamp fed him piece after piece. The coffee was in the usual tiny cups, it was very black and strong with a lot of sugar to make it sweet as they liked it, of course the small glass of liqueur with it helped as well and as Eric was not a drinker his cheeks were soon bright red with the buzz he was be getting.

As we finished our snack I looked up at Scamp and Sonny and nodded to let them know that they could start the first of the massages which was a good long neck rub and when we were finished we would then go through to the three stage steam room to get a little sweat out of our system.

Eric had melted into the lounge the moment Scamp's well practised hands began their work on his shoulders and neck. It was not long before Eric looked like a golden blob of jello as the magic in Scamp's hands relaxed him.

When the two boys had finished we both rose and followed them through to the showers and then into the Tepidarium, the first stage of the of the Greek steamroom. The room was about 12 feet [3½ m] square and was lined with white marble with the steam pipes under the seating benches. This room heated up to 90 degrees [32°C] and was used to start off the sweating process slowly and the same when leaving so that you cooled down before going out into the colder shower room.

The two boys began the first of the skin rubs to create friction and help the sweating process. It was tough on the boys as they would sweat profusely in the three stages but they were used to working in these conditions and kept plenty of fluids handy.

I watched Eric's face as the rub took over his senses and the blissful look told me he was in his own heaven as Scamp worked hard on his tight little body.

When the sweat was flowing the boys took up a stygel each and with the curved metal blade began to scrape off the sweat as it formed. The effect of the stygel scraping over your skin brings a tingling feeling and at the same time massages the skin until you feel as though you have had a layer of skin shaved off.

Ten minutes later it was time to move into the Caldarium which runs at 110 degrees [43°C] and the sweating process speeds up. Again the boys began with their skin rubs and it was only moments before both of us were getting all the old rubbish out of our systems as the sweat flowed from us.

After another round of the stygel it was onto the Sudatorium and here we were to stay only ten minutes as the temerature was a body draining 140 degrees [60°C] and drier than the other two rooms so that it sapped strength very quickly. The stygel was not used here but the boys still worked hard on the rub down and I'm sure they were glad when the ten minutes were up so we could return to the relative comfort of the Caldarium again.

After another shower, which Eric insisted on joining me in the same cubicle as the boys washed us, we were shown through into our room again and then the real massage began. Sonny and Scamp managed to find every muscle in our bodies as their tallented fingers rubbed and probed every nook and cranny of our bodies.

The massage was so effective that I saw Eric drift off to sleep under the hands that worked over him. When Eric's back was done Scamp looked over to me and I nodded it was ok to lift Eric and lay him on his stomach so he could continue with his ministrations of my little dove.

Eric was barely aware of being lifted gently and turned over, his only reaction was a deep sigh of contentment and satisfaction with his lot in life. I smiled to myself at the sight of my boy being pampered in this way and the smile on Scamp's face told me he was enjoying the pleasure as well.

For more than an hour the boys worked on both of us until we were so relaxed that it would have taken an earthquake to make us move with any speed. As usual all good things come to an end and so it was with great reluctance that Eric was woken and we made our way to the lounges to rest and drink some fluids.

The next hour was taken up with just lazing on the sofas until the boys readied a light lunch for us and afterward I looked at Eric as he lay there with not a care in the world, the day so far had been a total dream for him as nothing existed like this in New Zealand for him to have experienced it before.

"Hey kiddo, you feeling good?"

"Hmmmmmm, I could die now and be happy, James."

"Do you want to see Petros' dungeon?"

"Oh yeah, can we use it?"

"If you like it and want to yes, that's why he had it made. Well his dad had it done when he first opened this place but looking at the improvements here I'm sure he has done some work in there as well."

"Now, can we go in now?"

"Sure, come on."

I staggered to my feet and got that soft floating feeling of moving on clouds as the effects of the massage and steam room took over my body. Nodding to the two boys to lead us I took Eric down the corridor to the blank wall at the end and after checking with Sonny reached for the hidden button at the edge of the paneling.

The section of wall pivoted from the left side and swung inwards to a small alcove with a red light giving everything a slight harshness. When all four of us were in the alcove the door closed behind us and with another click the steel door in front of us opened with a sqeal of dry hinges, kept that way for effect. The doorway opened onto the main dungeon which was about forty feet [12 m] square and the walls and floor were lined with polished slate which glowed starkly under the concealed blue lights buried into the walls.

I could almost feel Eric shiver as the feeling of being buried in here overtook him. I stood and waited for the effect to drive deep into Eric's subconscious and then turned to the three boys.

"Boys, Present."

All three of them snapped into position.

"Sonny, strip and go stand under the shackles on the far wall."

With what appeared to be a smile Sonny quickly dropped his small pair of white sports shorts and moved into position under the shackles.

"Scamp, strip and stand by the St Andrew's."

Again a smile as the shorts disappeared and he was in seconds standing erect in front of the cross.

"Eric, go to the center under the spreader bar."

When all three boys were in position I checked to see that they had a good view of each of the other two and then went to Sonny standing against the wall.

"Boy, you have a safe word, speak."

"Yes Master."

"What's your safeword Boy, speak."

"Lintel, Master."

"Lift your arms boy."

I locked the shackles around his wrists and then went to the side and turning the winch lifted him until his toes were a couple of inches off the floor and after checking to see he was well set made my way over to Scamp.

"Boy you have a safeword, speak."

"Yes Master."

"What's your safeword boy, speak."

"Rubber Duck, Master."

"Turn and face the cross boy."

As Scamp was a little taller than I am I hooked a small step up to the side of the cross and began to strasp his wrists to the cross. After his wrists I pulled the thich leather belt around his waist so he was hard into the wooden cross then strapped his ankles down.

Moving over to where Eric stood I glanced at Sonny to check he was still ok being suspended by only his wrists but the smile told me all I needed to know so I turned to Eric.

"On your back on the floor, boy."

A shiver ran through his body as the coldness of the stone floor touched his skin but then he relaxed and soaked it up as I lowered the 36" [90 cm] spreader from the ceiling. Once it was low enough I attached the thick padded leather cuffs to his ankles and winched him up until his fingertips were just touching the floor. Kneeling down I fixed the two stainless steel shackles set into the floor, to his wirsts then raised the spreader until his arms were tight and his body stretched out in a reverse star.

"You have ten seconds to get an erection boy."

I watched the other two boys as Eric closed his eyes for a short time and I could tell by the look on both the boys' faces that Eric was as usual obeying orders. His ability to now be able to raise or lower his flag pole with will power alone was a sight to see and I'm sure these other two had not seen anyone do it before.

It was not long before all three were rigid as they looked at one another, the smiles of pleasure were heart warming.

"Boys, the no cumming rule applies."

Going to Sonny first I sellected a pair of nipple clamps and removed the rubber tips, revealing the steel teeth underneath and after adjusting them to the thickness I wanted I attached them to his nipples. The sharp intake of breath told me they were set right as his rod jumped at the assault.

I then moved to the front of the St Andrew's and looked down to see that Scamp was as hard as the other two and with a smile to him opened my hand and showed him the ball spreader in my hand. Scamp's eyes opened as he realised what his little extra was.

The ball spreader was a very basic one and fitted only around his scrotum tightly and then I began to add the weights 2 ounces [55 g] at a time until he was sweating and the 14 ounces [400 g] of brass was pulling his scrotum downward.

Moving to Eric I showed him the 8" [20 cm] vibrator. He made the mistake of smiling even though he could see the two wires running from the end. The vibrator was a length that Eric could easily handle although the thickness was a little more than he had had before but the inner workings would be new to him.

I lubed him well and then began to slide the vibrator inside him. His butt wriggled as it slowly buried itself to full depth and then I lifted the two wires and attached them to the control box on the floor.

Going back to Sonny I checked his wrists to see that they were not turning blue from strain and then picked up a light flogger and began to whip his nipples and chest with steady strokes until he looked as though he had adjusted to the continuous stimulation and then began to ulternate the strength and placing of them.

Again Sonny adjusted to the new sensations but his eyes popped as I reached in and tightened the clamps a quarter turn then walked over to Scamp.

The weights were about six inches [15 cm] below the bottom of the stretcher so I gave then a tap and got them swinging then took up a five clawed cat and began to lay it on with medium strength so the the stripes were just visible as the lash laid its thongs onto his back.

When I got to thirty strokes I added four ounces [110 g] to his stretcher and moved over to Eric and taking a crop I began at his butt cheeks and worked up the back of his legs and then down again to end at his cheeks once more. As I hit his cheeks I pushed the button on the control box and sent a 2 volt charge into the vibrator. The effect of the shock on the inside of his body made him straighten up as much as he could in his position and the sweat popped onto his face as he began to look askance to go to harmony, I shook my head No.

Moving close I used the crop on his rigid shaft just enough to tease but not enough for him to get used to it and then hit the buttom again. As his muscles tightened I could see he was resisting his harmony so as not to disobey but it was hard work for him. I had not used shock work on him before so this was new for him and set at the lowest setting there was no danger to his body but the newness was starnge for him to get used to.

I left Eric and returned to Sonny who was now showing signs of strain from hanging by his wrists for so long but at the same time his eyes told me he was not about to safe out on me. I tightened the clamps again and then with a feather duster began to stroke his inner thighs right to the the point of an inch from his scrotum. Agonisingly slowly I kept this up until the mixed messages he was getting from pain to pleasure began to show on his face. I reached for his erect tool and took it in my hand and began to stokre iot for him.

"You may cum now, boy."

The words were hardly out of my mouth before he began to jet his fluid out again and again, his almost scream of pleasure mixed with pain was very satisfying as he started to droop from the effort of holding himself through the short scene. When he had finished cumming I lowered the shackles and released him until he was just a loose pile of muscle and bones in my arms.

"I'm very proud of you Sonny, I'll make sure your Master is told of your good work."

I hugged him close until he settled down and with a deep sigh he clasped me close.

"Thank you Master, I'm honoured by your touch."

"The honour was mine Sonny, now rest there while I see what Scamp is up to."

"Thank you, Master."

I left Sonny laying against the wall to recover and went to Scamp on the cross.

I looked into his eyes as he stared at me through the V of the timber beams.

"You want to cum, boy?"

Blink, nod.

Again as with Sonny I took him into my hand and began to stroke him and as soon as I knew he was close I tapped the ball spreader to set it swinging again, his first shot was almost instantaineous as he released all he had inside him, the grunts of pleasure echoing around the room as he unloaded his youthful cum onto the floor.

As soon as he was finished I went through the same proceedure as with Sonny then laid him against the wall to catch his breath while I went to Eric.

"Now my boy show these boys why you are the Child of Mythra, you are to cum on the third shock, is that clear?"

Blink, nod.

I hit the button for the first time and watched as Eric's body jolted with the feeling of it but I could see he was now adjusting himself to the feel of the shocks.

At the second jolt I saw his rigid shaft begin to dance as he worked his stomach muscles in readiness for the last one.

I sent the last shock into his tight butt and watched as he shot everything he had out onto the floor below his head, the first one a good meter [4½ ft] from where he hung upside down. I glanced at the other two and the look of awe on their faces told me they would remember my little dove for many years to come as Eric's white milk now trickled down his chest to lay under his chin.

Quickly I lowered him to the floor and released his restraints and took him into my arms and showed him how proud I was of his efforts with plenty of hugging and small kisses on his lips and eyes.

I held Eric close as the other two boys cleaned the room and then when all waqs neat and tidy again we left to return to our room to rest a little and replace some of the energy we had used in the dungeon. Eric decided he liked it better on the same lounge as myself so we snuggled for an hour before I said it was time to return to Kristos' house to get ready for our evening.

After dressing and going out to reception to thank Petros Eric whispered into my ear.

"Yes, Eric that would be a great gesture, Petros could we see the two boys for a moment?"

"Certainly James, Scamp, Sonny, come."

The two boys appeared with huge smiles on their faces to stand at Present before us. As soon as the boys were there Eric smoothly lowered himself to the second position before the boys.

"Sirs, I humbly offer my thanks for your attendance and offer you the blessings of the Dove for your dedication today."

Petros face lit up at the gesture Eric had offered the two boys. This would cement them both a special place in his house now that they had been recognized in this fashion by a Child of Mythra. Petros was well aware of the honour his boys now held and would see that they had special favours when they deserved them.

Eric rose to his feet and with a lot of hand shaking we left to get the car and return to Kristos' house.

When we returned to Kristos' house he told me to see him in the lounge while Eric went to rest up for this evenings Conclave.

"What can I do for you, Master Kristos?"

"James, I've talked to some of the other Primes and they agree that as you are a Founder in your own right we would like you to do the formal entrance as a Founder and not just as a guest, do you agree with that?"

"You honour me greatly, how can I refuse, it will be as you ask, do you wish for my boy to be with me?"

"Of course James, he is a part of you, he must accompany you."

"Again you honour me, Master Kristos."

"Not at all James, you have earnt you place."

"Then it will be an honour."

"One more thing, James."

"Of course."

"Your boy is a Child of Mythra, has he done the fifth yet?"

"Not yet, Kristos."

"Is he ready?"

"Yes, I was going to take him up when we returned home."

"Could he do it tonight at the Conclave?"

"You would offer him that honour, Kristos?"

"For him and for you James, as well as he is only one of two surviving Children now. The other you would remember from your days with me, he is now over sixty so Eric would be like a breath of fresh air for the assembled."

"Who is Master of the Rod now, Kristos?"

"For his kisses you mean?"

"Yes."

"That pleasure I have reserved for myself, the others agree to let an old man have his last days in the lime light."

"Then may I honour you with his presence after the entrance and that I most humbly request you take him through the fifth."

"Now you honour me James, that would indeed set an old man with great memories in his last years. Thank you I can do nothing else but accept with honour."

"Good, I'll tell Eric he has some work to do tonight but not what it is."

"Ahh you and your little games my boy, I see you have not stopped playing them."

"Keeps him on his toes."

"I'm sure he doesn't need to, James."

"Well no not really, but as you say I have to have my games."

Kristos laughed and we parted to get ready for the journey to the Conclave.

After Eric and I had rested I got out his red leathers and began to dress him. As I was fastening his harness there came a soft knock at the door. On opening the door I saw Kristos' boy standing there with a black cape and a small box in his hands.

"Yes boy?"

The boy dropped to the third position and then rising to the second lifted his hands toward me in offering.

"Speak boy."

"Founding Prime Master, my Master offers these to the Child of Mythra with his blessing."

"Thank you boy, you may leave."

I closed the door and went over to Eric as he stood there waiting.

"Well my little dove, Master Kristos has done you a great honour, this cape is the one that was last worn by the last Child of Mythra and that was over 40 years ago. The clasp is so old no one knows its origin and has never been worn here. Master Kristos wants you to have it and wear it at all opportunities, it's a very special honour for you my little love."

The beaming smile of gratitude was beautiful to see as my boy blushed slightly. I finished readying his leathers and then laid the silken cape around his shoulders and fixed the heavy silver clasp to the front. It was a very heavy and solid piece of silver and while it was beautifully made it did not have the slick finish of modern day silverware.

The artisan had been from some age gone by but the craftmanship was obviously evident in the fitting of the pin at the back and the minute detail of the flying dove engraved on its front. the whole clasp weighed about eight ounces as far as I could estimate and was a stark flash of brightness on the black cape.

Eric would not have the hood up as he had been presented long ago but the hiding of his slim body would be a luxury for those present when I revealed him. I dug through my case and removed my dark suit and the rest of my regalia and began to dress.

"Now Eric, something has come up so tonight you will have a little work to do, I'm going to give you over to Master Kristos for the evening as an honour to him so you will obey him in everything as you would me, clear?"

"Master, as if the words were from your lips, I will obey Prime Master Kristos."

"Good boy, I knew you would."

"Now as you've not seen an installing let me tell you what you must do."

"First we have to do the entrance like we did at you acceptance, at a later stage in the proceedings you will have to leave the hall for the Prime's strokes, only the helot is allowed to stay. Remember you will be Master Kristos boy for tonight so you will attend him at all times."

"Now after the installing there is some other work to be done. You will again obey all of Master Kristos' instructions as I know you will. That's all my boy, make me proud of you tonight and bring honour to Master Kristos and myself and above all to yourself."

"Yes Master."

"Now is there anything you want before we go down?"

"Yes Master."

"Ok little one, ask and I will give it to you."

"Kiss me please, James."

I smiled down at my dove and then lifted him the little bit to bring him level with my lips and as he opened his mouth I entered it with my tongue and felt again his youthful exuberence in taste and desire. This my little dove, this love of my life, was now and forever the most important person in my life.

As we decended the stairs with Eric on my left as usual, I saw Kristos standing waiting for us in the foyer. His boy was at the third on his left now dressed in his restraints. Kristos dark suit with the white sash and gloves as well as his white wrist cuff seemed to have dropped about twenty years as he looked reinvigorated by his formal dress and along with my red accesories we must have looked quite impressive. Eric of course was covered with the cape but he would have added the bright splash of colour that would have us looking like a carnival. Eric sank to the second position before Master Kristos to pay his respects then looked up at me.

"Speak boy."

"Prime Master Kristos, I offer my sincere gratitude for the high honour you have paid my Master in allowing me to dress as I am."

"It is nothing my boy, you are the Child of Mythra and deserve nothing less."

The boys held their positions until Kristos decided it was time to leave for the conclave.

"Well James, let's get these boys to their party."

It was obvious that it was Kristos that wanted to get to the Conclave as he gave out a small chuckle. We left the house and climbed into his car and the driver pulled out smoothly into the darkened streets of Melbourne.

The drive down Nepean highway and into Saint Kilda was leasurely and the evening traffic was not to heavy so our timing was perfect as we arrived at the venue for the Conclave just as the last of the cars were unloading there occupants, of which most were Masters, some accompanied and some just as a group without boys.

"How many are you expecting, Kristos?"

"Not sure James, I think about three hundred, a lot are from out of state, our own Conclave is shrinking nowadays, too many young kids going into the scene for sex and excitment. The internet has a lot to answer for, many of them don't understand the traditions and like them even less. To most of them it's just an exciting game to play and the number of them being badly injured is on the increase. Too many playing power games and not considering the boy's side of the act."

I had a distinct feeling that this was a real concern to my ageing past Master. Kristos had always been a traditionalist and it had been impressed on me right from the start of my submission to him in the old days. His favorite saying had been.

'No traditon equals No law, No law equals utter chaos'.

Many times he had impressed this on me, sometimes with a whip in his hands when I had pushed him to far with my own subtle form of rebellion. I had a feeling that even though he was well into his eighties that Eric was going to enjoy Kristos use of the cat for his strokes at the fifth.

We were taken into a side room while the hall was being organised for the other Masters and their boys. All the Primes were there except for the junior of them who was to call the Conclave to order for our entrance. The other Primes would go first and then as happened in our own Conclave Eric and I would be announced later so as to take the walk to the front dias and be presented. This was all for appearance sake of course but it was a part of our traditons at these formal occassions.

At last the hall became silent and the voice of the junior Prime rang out loud and clear in the stillness.

"Masters, we are gathered here tonight to install our Master of the Chair, we are also fortunate in having with us tonight a Founder from New Zealand who has kindly accepted an invitation to join us. All proceedures will be followed in honouring the Founder. Now Masters, Slaves, present yourselves for the Primes of the Conclave of Melbourne."

At these words the Primes in the room with us formed up and strode out into the hall, all except one had a boy with them. The residing Master of the Chair led the way with the eldest Prime (Kristos) behind him. The gathered Masters took their positions and with a loud thumping of gloved fists on the tables welcomed the Primes into the hall.

Once all were assembled on the dais the present Master of the Chair rose to adress the crowd.

"Masters, tonight we have with us Founding Prime Master James of the New Zealand Conclave, I will ask his past Master to announce him and also ask that you give him your best honours so that he nay see we have not forgotten our ways. Prime Master Kristos if you please."

As Kristos strode to the front of the dais with a renewed vigor in his step, the hall became silent oncve again. I looked down at Eric as he stood beside me.

"Let's give them a good show, my little dove."

Eric smiled up at me and with a small pouting of his soft lips blew a kiss to me, not quite the done thing in these circumstances but it was his way and I let him have some freedom of choice now that he had been with me for this long as I knew he would always do his duty when called on.

Kristos' voice rang out around the hall, making him sound twenty years younger.

"Masters, Slaves, I ask you to take your positions to honour our visitor Founding Prime Master James accompanied by the Child of Mythra."

At the sound of Eric's title there came a hubhub of noise in the hall as the Masters and Slaves took their positions and as silence fell I led Eric out the doorway and into the hall. The walk was the same as in our own Conclave but this time Eric held himself even straighter and was in perfect syncronisation with my own steps.

Once at the front of the hall and standing beneath the dais Eric sank to the second in repsect for the Primes as I began. Around the hall there was quiet murmering that could be barely heard about the entrance of Eric and his correctness of position, As I began to speak the murmering silenced.

I looked up at the Primes all standing at full Present and had a funny feeling seeing my past Master Kristos standing there giving me honour, then with a small smile and a wink at me he gave a very slight nod of his head.

"Prime Masters of the Conclave of Melbourne, I bring you honour from the Conclave of New Zealand and thank you for your generosity in allowing me to be here this evening. If I may, with your indulgence present my slave Eric, double ringed Child of Mythra."

With these words Eric, as I had instructed him earlier, rose to his feet and stood at Present. I reached over an unclasped the sliver pin from his cape and removed the cape with a smooth flourish that only silk has, and laid it over my arm as Eric returned to the second.

The voices became a little louder in appreciation of Eric's youth and form as he slid smoothly back to his position beside me. The Master of the Chair took the front of the stage.

"Founding Prime Master James, you honour us greatly with your presence and that of the Child of Mythra. Founder you are welcome, please join us."

"Master of the Chair, I thank you for your honour and would have a boon to ask the assembled?"

"Ask and it will be done, Founder."

"I would wish to offer the Child of Mythra to my past Master for his honour and that the boy may serve him this evening."

"Founder, that is indeed an honour for our Prime Master Kristos and is accepted but it will leave you unaccompanied."

Kristos rose to his feet.

"Master of the Chair, I can but offer my slave to tend Founder James, if that is acceptable?"

"Founder James, is that acceptable to you?"

"It is, Master of the Chair."

"Then your boon is granted, Founder."

I nodded to Eric and he rose with that beautiful smoothness of golden sinew and writhing muscle and went up on the stage to stand at the left of Kristos. As I made my way to the chair set aside for me at the head of the table Kristos boy came and knelt beside me.

"Masters, you may relax, there has been an alteration to tonights proceedings which will become evident after the installation."

The hall became less formal again as the Masters and Slaves took their places and settled down until the installation began. It took about twenty minutes for eveyone to settle down after our entrance and as soon as it was quieter the junior Prime took his place at the dais.

"Masters, I ask you to attend, we are all gathered here for the installation of our new Master of the Chair. The vote was taken in a secret ballot and the result was unanimous. Prime Master Kristos I ask you if you accept the position of Prime Master of the Chair in recognition of your 30 years of service to this Conclave."

By the look on Kristos' face it was obvious that he had been kept in the dark about the selection. Kristos rose to his feet as the stunned look left his face and was replaced by one of strength and determination.

The resounding crash of gloved fists told everyone that this was a popular choice. The formalities began and as the installation proceeded I could see Eric kneeling at second totally immobile but at the same time taking in everything that was said in the ceremony.

When the ceremony was nearly complete the installing Master asked the final questions.

"Prime Master Kristos, do you accept the strokes of a Master of the Chair?"

"Installing Master, I so accept."

"Prime Master Kristos, who stands as Helot for your strokes?"

"I have no Helot, Installing Master."

"Assembled, is there one among you who would offer a Helot for the Prime Master's strokes?"

I looked over at Eric and saw the hint of a smile on his lips, with my small nod of agreement he lowered himself to the third position. The Installing Master looked over to him as he remained solid at the third.

"Prime Master, your boy, the Child of Mythra wishes to speak is it your wish he does so?"

Kristos turned to where Eric knelt.

"Speak boy."

Eric rose to the second position, his arms wide and his head back proudly, his slim back arched and his thighs straight.

"Master, I humbly offer my back as Helot for your strokes, should it be your wish."

A look of appreciation and softness mixed with admiration passed fleetingly over Kristos' face as he smiled in Eric's direction.

"It is my wish boy, go to Founder James and be prepared."

Eric came over and stood before me while I unlocked his leathers until he was naked before the room.

"Prime Master, place your slave to the center of the hall, Masters please remove your slaves and have them await your call."

There was a murmering and shuffling of chairs as the Masters sent their slaves out of the hall to wait in the foyer until the strokes were done and then the Masters settled back into their chairs to wait for the final act of acceptance.

Kristos had Eric in all his naked beauty, follow him down to the main floor area and when he was in the center of the hall he told him to go to Helot. Eric sank in his usual graceful manner to the final position and with that delectable butt high in the air waited unmoving as the Master of the Rod took up the eight clawed cat and approached him.

The Master of the Rod was a youngish man about 30 years old but he had a look of confidence about him so I had no fears for Eric. The four almost invisible white stripes across Eric's back from his first presentation were a reminder to me as to Eric's ability to take the ten that were coming to him.

Kristos turned to the dais and addressed the installing Master.

"Installing Master, I would ask a boon?"

"Prime Master, you may ask a boon."

"Installing Master, while it is tradition to have a slave at Helot for the strokes I would ask that as the Helot is a Child of Mythra that he be given permission to stand to Present as befits his standing."

"A wise boon Prime Master, if there is dissent then let him stand."

With a quick glance around the hall it was obvious there would be no dissent. Kristos gave Eric the order.

"Helot, Present and stand your ground."

Eric flowed like water as he stood to Present, back arched, elbowss out straight from his head, feet planted frimly on the wooden floor beneath him. Eric looked straight ahead and I could see him goin to harmony, Kristos also noticed it and lifted an eyebrow in my direction to which I just gave him a small smile.

The Master of the Rod had been in the process of lining up for the strokes when he to caught the soft humming from Eric's golden chest. The strokes to a Prime Master were full and not held back in anyway and even though it was not always allowed to use a Helot for them, Kristos' age had a decisive factor in allowing it.

The cat whistled through the air and the silence in the hall was broken by the loud crack as the tails made contact with Eric's skin. The bright red welts sprang into being as though some fomr of light had been switched on under his skin. Eric stood there unmoved, as solid as an old Kauri tree in the bush. Not a flicker of movement came from him from the force of the blow.

The second was on its way, the same result as the first, a loud crack and the welts showed fractionally below the first ones, again no movement from my little Dove just the faint humming from his taut chest. The hall was so quiet as the other Masters sat there taking in the sight of Eric standing unmoved by the full force strokes.

The strokes continued until the last one crashed down on Eric's back leaving a criss cross pattern over his golden skin. The Master of the Rod had proved to be an expert at his job as although he had marked Eric with strong bright red welts he had avoided breaking the skin, no mean feat on a boy as small as Eric.

At the last stroke Kristos went to Eric and told him to relax as it was over. Eric stood there unmoving except for his shaft which seemed to have a life of its own and rose slowly to full erectness. Kristos again gave him the order to relax, again Eric stood there in his harmony waiting, unmoving, his back welted with the red stripes.

Suddenly Kristos understood and looked over to me in askance.

I rose and with a nod to the Primes went down to where Eric stood.

I placed myself in front of him and could see the galzed eyes and hear the distinctive humming from his chest. I gave him his release words.

"Boy, the Dove preserves you, cum now."

Eric with a deep muscle shuddering sigh shot his youthful cum out onto the floor in four long jets as his eyes cleared and he smiled up at me as the hall went wild with thumping fists, the Primes joining in.

Eric's pleading eyes asked me to take him in my arms but I shook my head and indicated he was Kristos' boy for tonight and could go to him. Turning Eric looked up at Kristos who with a most tender of looks opened his arms to him. Eric leanded into Kristos' arms and gave a final small shudder as Kristos ran his aged hands over Eric's hot skin.

When Eric had settled down Kristos had him come over to me to be relocked into his restraints as the other Slaves made there way back into the hall and took their places beside their Masters.

The evening settled down into a comfortable tempo as the assembly relaxed after watching my little dove show why he was the Child of Mythra. The overiding chatter was on his performance as Helot for Kristos who now sat in the Chair and oversaw the evening with Eric proudly kneeling beside him.

At a signal from Kristos the junior Prime took his place once again at the dais.

"Masters, I ask for your attention, we have one more ceremony this evening before we settle down to enjoying ourselves. I ask all Master with Slaves who have not as yet risen to the level of the fifth Mythra to ask their Slaves to leave the hall."

There was a shuffling and murmering as a number of Slaves got to their feet and left the hall. From a side door the Master of the Rod pushed a stand with a covered painting on it into the center of the room and then went back to his place at his table.

Kristos moved to the front of the stage leaving Eric beside his chair.

"Masters we are fortunate tonight to have a slave amongst us that is ready to be raised to the fifth of the Seven Mythra, 'May They Preserve', and it has been arranged for his raising to be held here with the permission and acceptance of Founding Prime Master James. Child Of Mythra, present yourself before the fifth of the Seven Mythra, 'May They Preserve'."

It was almost the first time I had seen a look surprise on Eric's face as he realised he was going to be raised here instead of back home. Eric rose in his usual manner with smoothness and correctness and went to stand down before the covered painting. Kristos came over to me and without a word needed I handed him Eric's key.

Kristos went down onto the main floor to stand behind Eric and began to release his restraints and placing them neatly on the small table that had been put close by. When Eric was once again naked for all to see, Kristos began.

Kristos lifted the covering and revealed the fifth painting. The background was mid blue with a center of dark crimson which flared out into a softer and more pale light red. In the center was painted a white marble pedastal with the white dove standing on it with wings outspread and in full harness. The dove's eyes showed through as bright and understanding buttons of penetrating black. The tips of its wings were like small rosey flames and seemed to glow with a life of their own. The fifth Mythra was called 'Knowledge'.

"Child of Mythra, study well the significence of this the Fifth of the Seven Mythra, 'May They Preserve', and encompass all the knowledge of our ways."

Eric stood motionless as Kristos stepped around him until he faced him.

"Child of Mythra, I give you permission to speak freely to answer my questions, are you true to the ways of the Mythra?"

"Yes Master."

"How have you become true?"

"By the teachings of my Master and by the assistance of the Seven Mythra, 'May They Preserve', Master."

"Child of Mythra who was Lykourgas?"

"The bringer of truth to our ways, Master."

"Who was the lion of Thermopylae?"

"Leonidas, Master."

"Why?"

"He stood to the last man in the defense of our ways, Master."

"why is the battle of Argos remembered?"

"It was the battle of the six hundred, Master."

"When did it take place?"

"In 547bc, Master."

"What was the outcome?"

"The battle was claimed by both the Argives and the Lacedaemonians who we now know as the Spartans, Master"

"Why should the battle be remebered by us?"

"It was the last stand of Othrydes who was the last to stand after the battle and thinking he had been defeated after the two remaining Argives left the feild and being badly wounded, dismembered all the enemy and then took his own life to honour Mythros his god, Master."

"What is the black cloak?"

"A symbol of first birth, Master."

"When is it used?"

"At the first night of the birth of a son, Master."

"To what end?"

"To test his right to life, Master."

"Child of Mythra, you have well learnt the knowledge of the Fifth Mythra and our history, what do you offer as final proof of your dedication to our ways?"

"Master I offer my body for the ten kisses of the eight clawed cat to prove my worth."

"By who's hand will you accept your kisses?"

"By your hand, Master."

I had not told Eric about who he had to select but as usal he had worked it out for himself and had without my help offered Kristos a final honour. My boy was truly one of a kind, his body was resilient and his mind was always alert to the needs of others and the offering of honour to everyone around him.

The Master of the Rod came over carrying the eight ounce cat and offered it to Kristos, Eric was still in his position of Present. The strength of the strokes was entirely up to Kristos as he had the haft no one could interfere. Kristos took his stance to the side of Eric and it was then I saw what he was going to do.

With Kristos' years of experience he could see that Eric's back would open up with another ten strokes so he opted to do it on Eric's front, although the skin was a l ittle thinner over his chest I knew that Kristos was a real Master of the cat and would not mark Eric permanently.

"Do you stand to the cross, boy?"

"Master, I stand free to honour you."

Eric held his position as Kristos raised his arm, the cat came down with enough force to immediately raise welts across his upper chest and over his nipples, Eric remained steady and with nothing more than a small squint of his eyes. I knew that was his way of letting me know he was not going top use harmony bu take the strokes while fully aware.

Kristos struck again and I noticed he was not using the full power and technique he was capable of, but the welts still showed up strong on Eric's chest. His nipples recieved another dose as the two or three top falls laid over them. The cat continued to do its work in the expert hands of the old Master until it was time for the last one. Eric's chest and stomach showed up the first nine welts clearly and the only place left unmarked was across his pubic region where his slim 6" [15 cm] rod now stood hard and strong waiting for the last cut.

Kristos took a second to look over to me and raise his eyebrow in askance. I nodded my head in agreement of the unspoken request.

"Child of Mythra, as a mark of honour to your dedication to our ways you have permission to cum on the last stroke of your kisses."

Kristos leaned back and unleashed a stroke that was obviously the hardest yet and close to his full ability to give. The falls laid across Eric's upright shaft and at the first touch he began to shoot out his hot white sperm onto the floor. The only indication of the strength of the stroke on Eric's face was a tightening around his eyes as the lashes showed quickly on his groin where his skin was lighter and his shaft also showed four bright red stripes as it throbbed with his ejection.

With a lot more control than I could have shown Kristos reached out with the cat toward the Master of the Rod to indicate he had finished and then with a tenderness I didn't know he had he wrapped Eric in his arms and kissed him gently on the forhead before turning to a stunned room.

"Masters, I give you the true Child of Mythra for your approval."

The hall erupted into chaos as all those present showed their appreciation for my little dove with pounding fists and cheers. Kristos turned Eric around for everyone to see he had taken both back and front the full force of the eight clawed cat and that he was to be honoured by all present.

If nothing else happened in our lives then this would always be remebered by me as the Eric's finest performance and the honour he had brought both Kristos and myself was immeasureable. As a final gesture Eric turned toward me and went to the third position, his back showing clearly his dedication.

A fleeting thought crossed my mind as I watched my little dove at Penitence, this is why I loved him, his honesty and endevour to give honour to all was what made him special. Im sure this night would be talked about for a long time after I was gone.

I saw a slight misting in Kristos' eye as he looked up to me and smiled with genuine affection, it was the first time I had ever seen him give any indication of softness. His inaudable mouthing of the words 'Thank you' imprinted onto my mind and would last till my last days.

***

That night was the most memoriable of many good times and now as I sit here trying to remember all the feelings that had run their course over the last ten years and with my little dove craddled in my lap, yes he still liked to be held and cuddled like the small boy he used to be when he first came to me so long ago. I rubbed his back gently and wondered what would become of him when I was gone. That possibility had come a little closer when I had had two small strokes a few years ago and my present age wasn't helping. Eric was the only person that knew how serious it had been but he never left my side and I must admit even with me being a little testy at times he never gave up on his willingness to pamper me at every opportunity.

I wondered often what would become of him when my time came but when I mentioned it he would give his teen like smile and reply.

"We are one, my Master."

Over the last few years he had become a very valuable asset to other Subs that found themselves in difficulty and was always ready to help. He wouldn't hear of going anywhere without being dressed in his best leathers and showed everyone that he was proud to be who he was.

This is the Sub I loved.

The End

Author's Note

As it is with all things, this was the last chapter of the book and also the series and as much as I would wish to continue with the story I feel it has come to its conclusion with this chapter.

To all the hundreds of readers that have emailed me about Eric and James my heart felt thanks as it was your feedback that kept me going when it became difficult to continue.

As other writers know it is very difficult to write a long series and as this story was designed only for five chapters I think it has done its job to inform and entertain.

I do however have in the back of my mind a new story along similar lines but it is not fully formed in my head as yet but when it comes to fruition then I shall post it for all my followers.