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Chapter 1 - cont

Theo was breathing hard by the time he snapped the last fetter closed around his ankle. He struggled to his feet and felt dizzy.

The fetters were black to match his collar, made to measure, with eyelets for the attachment points. These fetters opened to a key but a couple of the guys --- the Capon and one of the two Neuters --- had something like them as a permanent fixtures. They often arrived at the gym with visible welts.

"Hurry up," said Gill.

Wobbling as he walked, Theo trailed the chain leash towards the whipping frame, which was just a solid metal construction of two uprights and a crosspiece, finished in the kind of bland olive-green used for garden tools.

Like the fetters, this whipping frame was calibrated just for him. All he had to do was press the eyelets to the locking mechanisms in the corners. He got his right ankle snapped on, but he was shaking too much to align his left properly.

"What's the hold up?" said Gill. "You've done this before."

He had.

They had a more stylish pull-out version of the frame in the bedroom. It had seen a few uses in the first year --- a stinging flogging followed by vigorous prosthetic sex on the bed. Kink had been their love language back then.

But this felt neither like kink, nor love.

Theo closed his eyes, counted as he breathed. The left ankle snapped into place, then both wrists. Finally, he was stretched out spread-eagled in an X and there was no escape until it timed out after 30 minutes, or Gill used the release.

Rising terror hardened his pierced penis so that his caged package became a stiff prow between his thighs.

Theo closed his eyes and tried to breathe steadily.

In the garden beyond the wooden fence, the birds sung. The breeze brought the sound of traffic from the ring road. Somebody was practising the cello.

And his groin was a rigid, joyless knot.

Gill's footfalls approached, moved around him.

"Now," she said. "Look at me."

He did.