Like the preceding parts, none of this story is based on my own experiences. The stories began with an email I received from a Texan biker, now married and settled down, as I explained in the first episode. Some of the punishments I write about here go a lot further than I ever administer them. However, the stories tell what I was told. I have received several mails, which I all forwarded to Leo, who continues to send me further material. Read on, if you're up to it.
After Leo's resounding punishment, Rick took care of him. He made certain everything healed ok and no problems set in. His butt was not a pretty sight - yet he felt kind of proud that he had gone through with his ordeal. It would take him one step closer to becoming a member. Leo got out of some work for one day, but that was all the mercy he got. Rick informed him that things would be more intense as they got closer to becoming an active themselves. While Leo was waiting to see the doc and get his arse painted, which he really did not like, he met one of the new actives, Jessie. Of course he was well built, but he was especially cool in his new leathers. Leo asked what he was doing at the doc's place and Jessie just sneered a few grunts about that being his business. Leo apologised and asked if he could do anything for him. He laughed - then added he needed a good _f_u_c_k_, but his dick was sore. Leo suggested that the doc might help him out now, but that he would only be too happy to be of service in the future. Leo figured that, like Rick had advised, it would be best to stay on their good side.
Jessie saw the doc first. As Leo was waiting, Tom called Leo into his office to paint his arse. Suddenly shrieks filled the place - Jessie sounded like a sick animal of some kind! Tom said not to be concerned - he was just getting over his initiation. Although Leo thought best to keep his mouth shut, suddenly Leo made some comment that he must have a real sore dick. Tom agreed, but added that this should not worry Leo just now. Leo's concern about such matters could come later, he added. Just what Leo did not want to hear. Tom was known to be a real sadist from what others had mentioned. Leo suspected that was why he not only painted his arse, but his nutsac too. Within several minutes of getting dressed, a gradual heat developed that grew rather intense over the next hour or so. Rick told Leo he did that on purpose, and that he would get it off if Leo went back. However, sometimes the consequences of going back were worse than the burning. After several hours, the heat became too much - not only did his nuts feel hot, but they were riding up against the _c_o_c_k_ring. On top of that, Leo couldn't get rid of a constant erection. Rick said to shower, but that was of no help, and Leo couldn't get the _c_o_c_k_ring off. The erection itself was getting painful. So after dinner Leo went back to see Tom. He seemed nice about it, kind of laughed, asked what took Leo so long to come back! The bastard was playing with Leo physically and mentally.
Leo was escorted into an exam room and ordered to strip. Leo was not a pretty sight with a raging hardon, shaved clean, painted arse, and dripping precum. Leo was fearful of what might happen. Tom said to relax - sure! "Get up on the table." Leo complied at once. "Yes," he said. "Look at that problem." Then, whap, out of the blue he cracked Leo's hardon with a small strap he had picked up on the counter. Leo was ordered to roll over, and then Tom liberally applied some other medicine to his balls. The relief was almost instant and Leo relaxed. Tom was not done though; he made Leo stand up and grabbed his balls, massaging them in a gentle fashion. Although his _c_o_c_k_ was down to half-staff, this caused a sudden reawakening. Then Tom dropped to his knees and took all of Leo into his mouth. Leo came in no time! "Young ones tend to do that," Tom commented. "A little reciprocation might be offered now, slave, as payment for your relief." Tom quickly dropped his jeans and pouch. Eight and a half inches dropped out in front of Leo. "_s_h_i_t_," Leo thought somewhat disrespectfully. "I can't possibly take all of Rick's eight. How can I take this monster?" What could he do now? Tom pushed Leo to his knees and grabbed his ears and head as Leo tentatively took in his head. Suddenly he was ramming his monster down his throat. Leo gagged and choked. He made a scathing remark about needing some real training, and had Leo get back on the exam table with his head hanging off the foot end. "Try now," he ordered. Suddenly things went much smoother. Leo rolled his tongue around the crown of his _c_o_c_k_. This really sent him off in no time. He seemed satisfied and sent Leo on his way. Leo did notice the same brands on his _c_o_c_k_ as were on Rick's, but said nothing.
The slaves' duties increased over the next few months. Leo was put in charge of the cycles, being sure they were in running order. He got to meet all the guys and tried to be friendly towards them. One day, Tom returned somewhat drunk. Leo asked if he was ok, and just got spit at. It transpired that Tom had been in town and had a few drinks with one of his friends. More than a few, it would seem. He got pulled over by the Texas rangers for running a red light. He was thoroughly pissed and Leo couldn't figure out what was happening.
However, at dinner that night, they were all informed of the situation. Tom was in danger of getting kicked out of the club if the charges of driving under the influence and reckless operation (for running the red light) were upheld. In the meantime, the actives would meet and determine what his punishment should be. Suddenly, Leo felt a little sorry for Tom. Leo did not want to face the music he knew was headed his way. Yet there was a stirring in his basket as Leo knew whatever happened would really be a hot time.
They didn't have to wait long. After dinner it was announced that Tom was to receive 50 cracks with a paddle after being shaved and then painted with his 'famous' antiseptic. Leo quickly learned that nobody liked that stuff, and he dispensed it to everyone at some time! Tom was stripped, and his arms and legs bound in the usual fashion. Some of the guys had a great time shaving him with a razor. Of course the nipple clips were put on for protection first. Tom was in agony already, but he really let loose when the antiseptic hit his newly shaven skin, and when his _c_o_c_k_ got its dose of medicine. Leo could only remember what he had gone through himself, and he fully felt the pain again just thinking of it.
Then the president produced a club paddle filled with airholes, about half a meter long and 2 cm thick. Leo would never forget the sharp cracking noise when the first volley of five hit their mark. Tom was screaming, yet all fifty were given over five minutes. It was over quickly, but not too soon for Tom. Unfortunately, the Texas court found Tom guilty, which automatically meant ouster from the club. Tom was then kept by the president in his view at all times. He could not leave the compound and was shackled to his bed at night. Tom had to have the brands obscured before leaving. As Leo was not a full member, he could not be present to see it happen, but they had to wait until all effects of the antiseptic were gone. Several days later, it was announced that Tom was out.....
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