This is a chapter from a short story that I have published for FREE under the pen name M H Keplar. I’m publishing it here in hopes of getting some comments, positive or negative, both interest me. Part 4 can be read stand alone, but I think it’s better in context.
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AG
PUNISHMENT
As they walked toward the next station Faranger reflected that it might be a good thing that punishment was saved for last. He was getting mentally exhausted by the unremitting psychological torment, the humiliation. He thought he might feel somehow cleaned out if he faced pure physical pain. He found himself perhaps actually craving it. He stood up straighter and picked up his pace.
When they arrived at the last round table in the last pool of light, a refined looking man in a suit stood up. “Ah, welcome, Mr. Faranger.” Now, gentleman,” he said, addressing the handlers. Please disrobe him and I’ll explain what we’re about here. You can also unbind his arms.” They did as requested. This time, though, the blond caressed his genitals every so fleetingly when he reached the bottom and the men exchanged the faintest of smiles. They then gave his arms a swift one stroke rub down and left Faranger standing before the moderator and the table of associates behind him.