Like the first two parts of these stories, this story is not based on my own experiences, but on those of one of my admirers. It all began with an email I received from a biker, as I explained in the first episode. Some of the punishments go a lot further than I like to administer them. However, the stories tell what I was told by one of the members of the club. Read on, if you are up to it.
That night, after dinner, the actives were horsing around, working on their hogs, watching tv, until 11 pm, when were all the slaves were called to the daily meeting, after the actives had conducted whatever business they had. The president rose and reintroduced the five new slaves us to the group. He read the portion of the constitution of the club, stipulating that all grievances, demerits, etc., had to be worked off through proper education. Curiously, this applied to both actives and slaves. As luck would have it, one of the actives was brought up before the entire club by the president. He asked the active if it was true that he was found to be fraternising with a member of another cycle club during a run they had two weeks ago. The member did admit that he was enjoying a beer with an old friend from Armadillo, his hometown. All the members howled at this - the president asked the active if there were any other circumstances. Rick, the active's name, looked down in shame and said no. He was resigned to his ordeal. The president said there would be a break, and all were to reconvene in the training room. The slaves were told to wait until after the actives left.
The five slaves were informed that Rick had to receive his 'justice' and followed the pledgemaster to the training room in the basement. After the actives all sat, the slaves were lined up against the wall behind the president. Since this was an offence that affected nobody, just a violation of the club, the president could deliver the punishment, if he wished, or delegate it to the sergeant at arms. He did the latter. Rick was ordered to strip and present himself. He took off his vest, tee shirt and jeans, as well as his jock and pouch. His _c_o_c_k_ring was the only thing left. When he turned toward the president, the slaves noticed a mark of some sort, running the length of Rick's _c_o_c_k_, from the base right to the crown. There was also something on the head, but it wasn't quite possible to see what it was from their position along the wall. The sergeant told Rick to step up onto a platform. Within seconds, his ankles were bound to opposite corners. Next came his wrists, which were tied to ropes hanging from beams in the ceiling. With two pulleys, his arms were stretched taut like his feet. His _c_o_c_k_ dangled limply next to two low riding balls, clearly visible in his sac.
The sergeant asked if he had anything to say - Rick merely croaked out that he wished to apologise. The sergeant replied that he must receive 25 lashes with a standard prison strop, a mean-looking instrument. The sergeant walked over, got the strop and then applied a clamp to each tit and wrapped his scrotum with rope. This was pulled forward and tied to the platform. Rick now sported a full hardon, pointing toward the ceiling. He wasn't the only one. Leo was stirring, and next to him John and Tex were at full mast too. So was the president, who nodded his head to begin. Rick received 25 lashes, without uttering a sound. The loudness of the cracks was astonishing. Rick lost his erection after the first 10 lashes or so, but none of the spectators.
When the Sargent was done, he ordered the slaves to untie and release Rick, which gave them an opportunity to notice the welts on his butt. Leo felt inclined to touch the red flesh, but decided better not to. Now the slaves could see that Rick had a stylised lightning bolt along the length of his _c_o_c_k_, which was a good 20 cm. The president announced to all that all members and slaves must always do as ordered and uphold the constitution. Rick was told to dress and the meeting continued.
Now came the slaves' turns. They were told that they all got a demerit for not caring for the plugs properly, and all got five cracks coming. John and Tex got an additional five for washing each other, and Leo got ten more for not controlling himself during the enema. It finally dawned on him that he would never be able to follow all the rules and that he would be in for regular discipline. The slavemaster ordered Leo to step forward and strip. He did without delay, removing his vest, tee shirt, jockstrap and leather pouch. The _c_o_c_k_ring kept him fully erect, which did not please the slavemaster. This lack of control earned him extra punishment. His hardon got lashed three times with a small paddle, which had the desired effect very quickly! Leo bit the inside of his mouth to keep from screaming. He was then hoisted onto an old horse with the odour of old sweat permeating the leather. His feet were lashed to the side pegs and his arms got tied by the wrists to be pulled forward and tightly lashed. "Holy _s_h_i_t_," he thought, "someone's arse is going to get fried."
The first crack landed soundly. Before he knew it, four others fell in the same spot. It felt like thousands of bee stings at once. Leo tried his utmost best not to buck or squirm, as he had already found out what the result of that would be. It was really most difficult to keep quiet and still, knowing 10 more were to follow. Silence fell. It must have been a minute or so. Suddenly the pledgemaster asked: "How does it feel, slave?" Leo didn't know what to say. Finally he got out: "Like hell, SIR." There were roars of laughter. Then silence, like the calm before the storm. The pledgemaster rubbed Leo's butt with his rough hands. Much to Leo's surprise, it made his _c_o_c_k_ stir again. That part of his body appeared to have a will of its own. Then five more cracks landed on his butt. It calmed down his _c_o_c_k_. Fire was upon his arse. It was worse than a whole nest of bees stinging! His butt muscles ached. Again silence. "Very good," the slavemaster said, "I am proud of your ability to learn." With that, he uncorked five more blows to Leo's arse, all delivered in rapid fire succession. Leo began to think that this must be the only way paddlings were given. He was untied and told to get dressed. His arse had never been so sore. More was to come in the weeks ahead. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. There was silence in the room. Leo was asked if he thought he had learned some control. Without thinking he yelled out "Sir, yes Sir."
Tex was next - he was tall, but had a nice bubble butt. Leo began to realise he had developed an appreciation for a good butt. Tex was also sporting a raging hardon. The slavemaster said to the meeting to look at him - either he is a slow learner, or a masochist. Three cracks with the paddle to his dick took care of him too. The slavemaster said he was wrong after all - he does learn fast, provided the right methods are used. Roaring laughs from the actives. Tex took his fifteen cracks pretty well, dripping precum though. He was uncut - the slavemaster roughly stripped his _c_o_c_k_ and wickedly massaged the head with the juice. He began to get hard again. Another three blows with the small paddle to his _c_o_c_k_. Tex screamed out in agony. The slavemaster grabbed his nut sac and twisted violently. Tex jumped and cried again. The pledgemaster squeezed harder until he stopped. Tex fell to his knees. Silence filled the room again. "Stand up, slave." He stood up, very slowly, probably from fear more than anything. It seemed obvious that the slavemaster had something in for Tex. Suddenly he kneed him in the balls. Tex took it in silence, but was visibly in agony. Then he was told to get dressed. To accept punishments of the kind that Tex just did, you either have to be a masochist and/or be extremely keen to belong to a group for its camaraderie and friendship. In fact, for Tex both explanations fully applied. For Leo and Eric it was predominantly the thrill to ride with the team and the adventure - more about that later. For one of the five new slaves the ordeal was more than he could take, and he left, as you will find out in a later episode.
The others got their cracks without much of a problem. At long last, they all got to bed with very sore butts and bruised egos. They all wondered what more could be coming and if they would be able to take it all. All of them were desperate to relieve their _s_e_x_ual tension and have a good wank. Having seen what happened to the first slave that made this mistake, they all decided against it, but for how long would they be able to resist the increasing temptation? Or would Tex deliberately give in to the temptation, so as to be rewarded with the inevitable cracks of the paddle or the whip? The sheer thought of that made him hard again, but he was too exhausted to want just the.
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