Two Years --------- It has been almost two years since I watched Rick leave my penthouse apartment to melt back into the world. In that time, I never heard from him once. Occassionally, I would be given to wonder what had happened to him. An e-mail, would soon answer that question. Things had settled down from our abortive Yosemite trip and work was leaving me bored. At age 29, I was finding that work did not give me the thrill it once had. Plans for a very young retirement sprung to mind. With over two million in investments, I could easily move to a more suburban community in a low tax state and live off my investments with ease. When I checked my e-mail, I was surprised to see one from "Army Rick." My cock tingled in anticipation. Perhaps after all of these years, he had decided to come back. Before I could read the e-mail, the phone rang. A Singaporan client needed me on a flight to Singapore ASAP. He was undergoing an audit by the government and needed my assistance in explaining the books for the American subsidiaries. Not only was Mark -- an American now living in Singapore for nearly twelve years -- a good client, he shared many interests with me. I assured him that I would be out there on a flight tomorrow. No time to read my e-mail, I called our travel office and booked two first class tickets to Singapore on the first flight out. I scurried through my apartment at a frenzied pace. In our closet, I found my black Tumi luggage. I selected the roll-on valet and a duffel bag suitcase. Justin helped with the packing which made it go quickly. It was eleven at night by the time we finished and I had taken a quick trip to the office to pick up files and retrieve some accounting data from the firm network. In the corner of our bedroom, the e-mail icon flashed expectantly in the corner of our new iMac. My cock tingled. I supposed I had time to check. The reason I had booked two tickets was that I had hoped an associate would accompany me to Singapore, but on such short notice, none were available. As I sat down in front of the sleek bondi blue case, my heart raced and my cock stiffened. E-mail ------ I double clicked on the boldded e-mail line from Army Rick: From: ArmyRick@XXXXXXXXX.com To: TopLegal Sir: I still think fondly of my time with you two years ago. I have gotten myself into trouble and your kindness to me leads me to believe that you would help. I am in grave danger. My current master has abused me severely and is holding me prisoner against my will. Please come help me, I am just north of the city at: XXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXX XX XXXXX Please come tonight, he is out and left me locked in the house. Yours, Army Rick Rescue ------ It was late, but I didn't see myself as having many choices, I added some additional toys to my luggage and packed them in the car. I located a service revolver in my safe and loaded it. Gloves as well and I was off to the address on the e-mail. Justin and Christopher would have to be on their best behavior. My journey took me north of the city as promised and across a bridge into the more rural surroundings of our great city. After an hour, I recehed the house listed in the e-mail. It was a large forboding mansion with gates out in front. I steeled my nerve and pulled through the open gates and down the long dirt driveway towards the main enterance. My heart was racing. I could see no cars. I put the service revolver in my pocket and stepped out of the car to the front door. **DING** **DONG** The bell sounded ominously. I could see no other houses for miles and the last sign of commercial development was at least five or six miles away along a narrow dirt road. Without a car, one could easily become trapped here. My mind raced. What if this was the wrong house. What if this was some bizzare method of ripping me off. I heard some noise from within the house. Then through the side glass pane, I saw him, Rick. He was naked and bruised all over his body. His legs were trapped in large manacles and his eyes were black and blue. I knew at once that I had done the right thing. Hobbled by the manacles it took him a while to get to the door and open it. "Bless you," he said. I nodded, and asked, "how much time do we have?" "Till morning, he's away, I have no clothing, money, or car, I have been trapped here for months," Rick explained. I asked if he had a driver's license or passport, he said the man kept them in an office. I donned some gloves and went to the office. A simple lock stood between me and the important papers. **BANG** One shot of the revolver blew the lock and I took Rick's passport and driver's license. I carried him into my convertible, shackles and all and drove away from the house only after shutting the door. At the first truck stop, I pulled over and turned on the light. He looked back. His eyes were black and blue. There were bruises covering his body. The man had obviously punched him brutally. I used a wire cutter in my trunk to separate the manacles and gave him some clothing. I finally managed to open the manacles by using the wire cutters on the thin paddlocks that kept them closed. Once Rick was dressed and unshackled, I tranferred the gun and manacles to the spare tire compartment. My watch said three in the morning. The safest place for him would be with me in Singapore for the next few days. I explained my plan and suggested we pass the time in an airport hotel where he could freshen up. The car ride to the airport was mostly quiet. He seemed deflated and exhausted. I checked us in to the hotel and made arrangements for the car to be garaged for the duration of our Singapore trip. The bellhop took the luggage and I carried Rick to the room. Once inside the room, I took the clothing back off Rick and drew a hot bath. I called room service and ordered up a small feast. The deep hotel tub and the hot water soothed Rick's body and he responded by perking up and thanking me profusely. I kissed him tenderly. Once he finished in the tub, I sat him on the toilet and shaved his face. Although somewhat shorter than me, I had brought some loose fitting clothing that would be soft and perfect for him on the trip. After I shaved him, I carried him to the bed and laid him down. I turned on the radio to the local classical station and sat down in the chair. What a mess, I began to think. A knock at the door disrupted my reverie. I took the cart from the maid and tipped her generously. Rick was greatful for the food, as I would soon learn, Rick had not only be physically abused, but he had been left without food for several days on end fairly regularly. A Story ------- Belly full, Rick seemed eager to talk. He explained that after he left me, he had traveled to Holland and enjoyed a number of wonderful experiences. When his visa ran out, he returned home and stpped first in Texas. A visit to his family convinced him he was still not welcome. That lead him back to the city. He did not have enough money for a decent place and so answered an ad on the Net. And the man in the suburbs. He was a multi-millionaire and the town mayor. He was also a savage master that did not care for Rick's sexual pleasure or basic human needs. Rick avoided sharing many details and I snuggled against him and explained that he would be staying with me for a while. He nodded slightly and snuggled against me. We fell asleep. Pre-Flight ---------- At seven, I awoke to the requested wake up call. My body was exhausted, there would be plenty of time to sleep on the plane. I shoke Rick slightly and helped him up. I took out a leather cock and ball bag and asked him how he felt about wearing it. I suppose it was pushy on my part, but Rick seemed eager to please. It was as if the last night had erased the previous six months of hell. Once he urinated, I secured the bag and told him he had eighteen plus hours till he could pee again. He smiled and kissed me. I held him tight and told him to get dressed. At first I thought both of us would have a visa problem to work out. Then I remembered a new agreement between the U.S. and Singapore allowed stays of up to fourteen days without visas. The courtesy shuttle took us to the international terminal and once our first class tickets were shown, we were whisked into the luxury of the first class lounge. Rick seemed happy. I took some time in the lounge to call home and let Justin and Christopher know things were ok. Another call to the office and I found ten messages that I routed to my secretary to be handled by others while I was in Singapore. Flight ------ On board the flight, we were on the upper deck of the 747. Rick was clearly enjoying himself and I was glad that some of the bruises seemed to be healing a bit. The full body massage was wonderfull and afterwards, I laid back in the sleeper chair for the rest of the flight. Rick followed with his hand holding mine tightly. Shortly before we arrived, he woke me and asked if he could go to the bathroom. I kissed him on the lips and told him to just pee where he was. He nodded and I could see him strain to release the pee all over himself. In a few seconds, his results were rewarded. A slight order could be detected and relief came across his face. I kissed him again. We sat up and in a few minutes, the plane landed. I had us taken immediately to the hotel. I checked us in and whisked us up to our room. Three Year Contract ------------------- The urine order was becoming slightly more perceptible, but I asked Rick to sit down and explained my proposal. "Basically", I said, "what I propose is a way for you to get quite a lot of money and give yourself complete freedom to do what ever you want after the deal ends. You are a young guy and the world is really yours to enjoy." He nodded. "Here's how it will work," I continued, "you can earn a total of $240,000 over the next three years by doing one simple thing for me. As long as you stay in my employment, you will not have any expenses and you will be taking in this money." His eyes widened. "I think based on our previous interaction you have an idea that this will involve extended chastity," I indicated. He smiled. "Three years," I said," $5,000 a month for the first year, $10,000 a month for the second year, and $15,000 a month for the third year. You can stop at any time and you get all previous months of salary, but forfeit salary the month in progress." He looked ready to agree. "There are a few other points," I began to explain. He interjected, "I know what they are, and they are fine. I accept your offer. Now, could you please lock up my cock and buy me some new clothing." I laughed and then kissed him. I told him to take a shower and clean up. I made a call to Mark and let him know that I was in town. I looked out from the Presidential Suite of the Mandarin Hotel as I dialed Mark. From the top floor, the view of the city was amazing. Mark suggested Chinese and I agreed. I knew Mark was planning on taking us to Dragon City. It was his favorite place for Szechuan chinese food in Singapore. I called down to the concierege and ordered a suite from a local store for Rick within the hour. When he emerged from the shower, the suit had already arrived. I took out a metal cock ring, the very one he had worn several years ago. I eagerly approached me and let me affix the cock ring. Day one had begun. Two years and three hundred sixty-four days to go. He got himself dressed in the suit and I did the same. We arrived down in the lounge with a few minutes to spare. Mark arrived with a very young looking man, neigh, a boy. We shook hands and then introductions of our dinner guests followed. We took a taxi from the hotel to the restaurant. In the cab Mark and I talked about the upcoming review that was scheduled for the following morning. I assured Mark that there would be no problems with the books and suggested we allow ourselves to enjoy the evening. The taxi let us off just past the restaurant and we piled out of the car. In the street light, the youth of Mark's companion was even more apparent. The boy, Tan Bock, could not have been much older than fourteen. Although with no age of consent for males in Singapore, anything going on was not per se illegal. Dinner ------ Tan Bock showed himself to be quite intelligent for his age, which as it turned out was fourteen, during the course of dinner. Mark planned to put Tan Bock through college in the states in another two years. Tan had been orphaned in Malaysia -- a nearby neighbor of Singapore, and Mark came across him close to starvation. Mark had rescued Tan Bock and taken him back to Singapore and raised him. The sexual relationship between them was something that grew over time. The fine food of the restaurant led to a free flow of conversation. Moderate consumption of wine enhanced the rich aromas of the food and we agreed to all come back to the hotel after dinner. Mark had a penchant for the cane that I had seen previously back in the states and I suspected that after ten years living in Singapore, he had perfected it to an art form. We left the restaurant and hailed a taxi back to the hotel. Caning Exhibition ----------------- In the hotel suite, I turned on the television in the lounge and put a towel under the door to dampen any sounds. In the bedroom, Tan Bock was stripping naked. His body was smooth. Mark explained that he had Tan Bock taking drugs that would prevent his full sexual maturation, Tan Book would remain untouched by puberty. The thought both revolted me an aroused me. Tan Bock's thin smooth Asian body was stunningly smooth, except for his buttocks which showed the results of Mark's caning expertise. Several deep marks were visible. Mark proudly explained that Tan Bock had not been caned in five days to allow his buttocks to heal. My cock was rock hard. Tan Bock bent his naked body across the desk in the bedroom. He stretched up on his tip toes so that his buttocks were perfectly bent over the edge and his body was stretched across its surface. Gingerly he grabbed the far edge of the desk with his hands. Mark kissed him on the nape of his neck and then took a cane from a hidden pocket within his trenchcoat. Mark placed one hand tenderly on Tan Bock's back and then applied gentle pressue pinning the boy in position. With the cane in his right hand, Mark lifted the cane into the air and landed a first blow, gently. Not a sound came from the boy. I took Rick and held him with my hard cock pressing into his crack as we watched Tan Bock get caned. I could tell the chastity belt was confining Rick's cock and it was already beginning to frustrate him. Mark took his time. Over the next two hours we were treated to a most intense caning. He was truly an artisan in the craft of caning. The first several blows were gentle. The thin red lines developed none the lest. The next fifty blows were harder -- but only slightly. These however raised deeper welts in the young boy's buttocks and thighs. Mark was relentless. Tan Book was not yet making a sound, but Mark was about to change that. Each of the next blows was clearly intensely more severe and focused. Thirty blows brutalized Tan Bock's ass and produced the first perceptible sounds from the boy. He did not quite cry or plead but just gasped in pain. The welts were deep red and thicker despite the narrow thin line a single cane stroke leaves. With each stroke causing a more intense gasp, Mark continued, clearly aroused. I watched Tan start to struggle slightly as Mark ratched up the intensity. Then as the caning continued into the second hour, the running blows started. These produced the first cries from Tan Bock and Mark reacted with harder longer blows. Seventy running strokes in all left Tan Bock's ass cut up in five locations where the cane had dug into his buttocks and caused him to bleed. Tan Bock was in tears as Mark started to apply rubbing alcohol to the boy's buttocks to staunch the bleeding and prevent infection. Once finished, Mark put a pair of underwear on the boy and then Tan Bock snuggled against Mark and cried and thanked him for his attentions. Mark responded by dropping his pants and pushing the boy's face down to suck his hardened dick. My cock was quite stiff too and I pushed Rick down and onto my cock. Mark and I stood there having our cock's sucked off. Mark asked if he could play with Rick later, I said I would have to defer to Rick on that count. He nodded. Rick was clearly frustrated and had even reached his hand down towards his encaged cock in a futile attempt to masturbate. Tan Bock's cock sucking expertise and Mark's arousal at his handiwork led to a quick orgasm for the odd couple. Rick however took his time and my orgasm came much later. I showed Rick's caged cock off to Mark and explained our contract. Mark was very amused. Mark and I agreed to meet at seven in the morning before the audit to finish up business matters. With that we all wished each other a good night. Audit ----- In the morning I watched Rick pee all over himself in the shower. It aroused me. I liked the way the belt I selected trapped the cock in an artificial position upward that forced every trip to urinate into an embarassing self-wetting experience. I gave Rick S$1000 and told him to buy some clothing for himself. I left for the corporate headquarters of my client by taxi. We arrived at 6:50 and Mark was in the lobby. His boss, Chun Lee, greeted me. We exchanged business cards in the traditional fashion -- two hands. And I held his card and perused it while we introduced ourselves. The government was seeking over S$100,000,000 in taxes and penalties over accounting irregularities for the American subsidiaries. I assured Mr. Lee that I would be able to show that the correct taxes were paid already and nothing else was due. He thanked me and indicated that we should proceed. Mark and I sat in his office and looked over the accounting records I had brought from the States. It was clear that all taxes had been paid and that the audit was perhaps just some form of harassment. As we waited for the auditor, Mark and I caught up on old times. Mark had used his connections to get training in Singaporan prison caning. Mark was also awaiting a job offer from a company in the States that would take him back home. I asked him about his plans for Tan Bock, he just smiled and said that he planned to keep enjoying Tan for years. I asked him about it, the morality, the violence. He cut me off and told me that he was not much stricter than most Singaporan parents and that further Tan and he loved one another. I dropped the argument. The auditor arrived promptly at 8:30 and introduced himself formally. Mark introduced himself and then me. Fortunately, the auditor spoke fluent English and he and I began our discussion. In about four hours, the matter had been resolved. We paid a S$50,000 fine, bribe, and the auditor agreed to correct the computer error that generated the erroneous tax bill. Case closed. Mark insisted that Rick and I stay a few extra days in Singapore at the company's expense to take in the sites. I agreed, Rick's bruises had almost all faded and I thought a caning might be a nice change of pace. My selection for dinner was the Compass Rose, close to the top of one of the tallest buildings, it affords a beautiful three-hundred sixty degree view of the city and the harbor. Although, the food is not entirely worth the high price. We agreed to meet at eight. Rick Dressed to the Nines ------------------------- Rick has used the money I gave him well. On the bed were several pairs of tight fitting jeans, spandex, and several items of dress clothing as well as a suitcase. I kissed him warmly tongue to tongue. And explained our dinner plans. I also explained that Mark would cane him. He shivered slightly. I put my finger to his lips. He stopped. "It will be ok," I said. Rick and I snuggled in the bed for a while until it came time to get dressed. I watched him struggle to go to the bathroom in the shower again and enjoyed it. I helped him get dressed in a tuxedo and we headed out for the restaurant. The taxi dropped us in front of the hotel. The elevator to the seventieth floor, and the restaurant, shot up the tower quickly. At the enterance to the restuarant, we found Mark and Tan Bock waiting. We shook hands and headed in. As I expected, the continental cuisine was somewhat uninspired, but the view was simply breathtaking. Sex and a Caning ---------------- After dinner we took the taxi back to the hotel and repeated the sound proofing of the previous evening. Rick stripped naked. Mark toyed with his caged cock and then bent him over the desk. Mark handed Rick a bright florescent yellow ball and whispered in his ear. A safe action, let go of the ball and the caning stops. I ignored the caning at first and stripped Tan Bock. My condom sheathed cock was fucking his lubricated fuckhole on the bed in minutes. His body was supple and responsive to my massive eight inch cock's thrusts. As I continued to fuck his boy, Mark began to beat Rick with the cane. As I kept thrusting into Tan's willing fuckhole, my cock grew stiffer and stiffer. Finally, I shot a massive load of cum into the condom. I collapsed on the boy and kissed him passionately. I could see why Mark enjoyed him so. Mark had been wasting no time on Rick's buttocks. I found Mark in a firm but still gentle attack on Rick's exposed firm buttocks. This was nowhere near the intensity Tan had been exposed to the night before, but it was still savagely intense. With each stroke Rick let out a short yelp and struggled vainly. His hand clenched tightly around the yellow ball and the caning continued. Mark was careful with Rick, but firm. Each cane stroke landed in a slightly different place. This left a series of visible thin marks across Rick's buttocks. Mark continued for another twenty minutes until he felt that he had reached Rick's limit and stopped. Sore, Mark licked Rick's buttocks and tongued his butt crack. Then Mark fucked him with a condom. Rick's cock was thoroughly caged and he was clearly frustrated by what could otherwise have been an intensely orgasmic sexual experience being turned into an experience that would leave only the other completely sexually satisfied. Mark quickly reached orgasm. We spent the night, the four of us in the hotel. Two Years Fifty One Weeks ------------------------- We left Singapore after a week of sightseeing, canings, and wild sex. Rick was completely healed, save for some cane marks and we were on a flight back to the States. Once we reached the hotel in the states, we grabbed the convertible and headed home. Justin and Christopher met us at the door and welcome Rick back home. After all, he would be staying for a while. Thorough Discipline ------------------- I immediately led Justin and Christopher to the spare room. I bent their already naked bodies over the bed and restrained their arms. I had Rick select a prison strap and then I began working my husband and also my other lover's ass with the strap. Unhesitatingly, I hit them firmly but not brutally. After just twenty strokes Chris was crying and I released him, kissed him and sent him to bed. My husband deserved a bit more I felt and I worked him over with a hundred firm strokes. His ass was a huge array of deep crimson when I finished and he was sobbing softly. I unlocked him and kissed him and sent him to bed. I watched Rick struggle to urinate again and kissed him. All four of us snuggled in the master bed together and had a good night's sleep.