Herman placed Richard's left boot, that he had been spit shining, carefully down on the floor, jumped up and ran to the living room.

Richard was sitting in an easy chair, an empty glass in his hand. Herman ran over, quickly got down on his knees, bent over and kissed each of Richard's big toes which were resting in the black leather sandles he was wearing.

Herman loved the look of Richard's feet in those sandals. Richard had such exquisite feet. The sandals had a half inch, black, leather sole. A one quarter inch leather cord, protruded from between the big and second toe. Approximately an inch back of the big toe the cord split into two cords, one went across the top of the foot and an eighth inch cord protruding from between each of the other toes and connect to it. The remainder of the cord moved back and hooked around a hook attached to the sandle just below the heel. The cord then came back up and crossed the top of the foot again at ankle level.

The other part of the cord, protruding from between the big and second toe went straight back and hooked once around a hook attached to the sandle on the inside just below the heel. It also went around the hook, then back up and across the top of the foot at ankle level and crossed the other cord.

Both cords then went completely around the leg, criss crossing as they laced around the leg all the way up to just below the knee. These were a very unique pair of sandles designed by Richard and made for him by a local shoemaker. Richard wore these sandals whenever he was in the house.

Herman had spent many hours in the past few years licking these sandals clean of Richard's foot sweat. He had come to love the taste and the smell. In some strange way he found it very erotic.

"My fucking glass is empty again. I am really getting fucking tired of you shirking your duty to me, dip shit. I am fucking dying of thirst here while you fuck around." Richard glowered at the hapless boy, snapping him out of his thoughts about the sandals.

Richard held the glass filled with ice cubes over Herman's head and poured. The ice cubes and melt off, dribbled down over the beautiful young face of Herman. The boy just stayed right where he was, not moving a muscle or saying a word, waiting for the orders he knew would come next.

"Refill my fucking glass and clean up this fucking mess ya made. I paid a fortune for these carpets and you let fucking ice cubes melt all over them. No respect for your Master's property, that's your problem, boy. You need to be trained, to be disciplined but are so fucking dense I sometimes think I am wasting my fucking time with you."

"Yes Sir, Master Richard, Sir. I am an asswipe, Sir." Herman said as he took the glass from Richard.

He got quickly to his feet and ran to the bar.

Herman was 19 years old, 6'0" and 155 pounds of flesh and bones, but gawd he looked good to Richard. His skin was creamy white, smooth and soft as silk. His hair was golden blond, with only a little peach fuzz on the cheeks and around the pubs, otherwise he was perfectly bald.

Herman's big attraction for Richard however was his submissiveness. No matter what Richard did to him, Herman still fell all over himself trying to please. The more Herman tried to please, the rougher in his treatment Richard became.

Herman had been spit shining Richards boots since 4 am this morning. At 10 am Richard had walked in, took one look at the boots and pronounced them a disgrace. He took a small steel brush out of his pocket and rubbed it all over both of the boots totally destroying hours of hard labor.

Herman had sat there not blinking an eye as he watched the wanton destruction of his labor. He didn't even duck out of the way when Richard threw each boot at him afterwards. The left boot caught him on the right shoulder, the right boot hit him on the forehead, his left shoulder had started to bruise and a small lump began to form on his forehead.

Of course if Herman had moved or said a word he would have received a severe beating for his efforts, so that may have been all the incentive he needed to just take it.

It was now 5 PM and he had repaired all the damage and both boots looked great. They would have passed muster on any parade ground from even the most cruel Top Sergeant. How Richard would react was anyone's guess, but Herman figured he would just mar them up again, he always did.

Herman quickly mixed a rye and coke using precisely two ounces of rye and 6 ounces of coke. He added four full ice cubes, any more or any less would bring punishment.

He wiped the glass with a towel, placed the towel neatly over his bare arm, Herman was naked, and carried the drink to his Master.

When he arrived back in front of Richard he got down on his knees, spread his legs wide apart so his dick and balls were fully exposed, took the towel and wiped the glass again. He then held the glass towards Richard.

"Master Richard, Sir, this asswipe has prepared you a drink, Sir. If this asswipe has screwed up again Sir, please kick me in the balls, Sir." he said with trembling lips.

Herman knew that Richard would kick him in the balls no matter what. He gritted his teeth, waiting for the pain which he was not permitted to display. He had to hold it in.

Richard lifted the glass to his lips but didn't take a sip. Instead he sniffed.

"You fuck!" he yelled.

"You put too much fucking booze in it this time. What are you trying to do get me fucking pissed."

His left foot shot out catching Herman's nuts a good blow. Herman mustered all his will power to hold rock still as the pain coursed through his body. The only thing that gave away his agony was the paleness of his face and the intake of breath. He felt like he was going to throw up his guts but fought it back.

"Get out of my sight you asswipe." Richard yelled.

Herman bent over, still in agony, kissed each of Richards big toes, got painfully to his feet and tried to walk normally back to the pantry where he had been working on those boots all day.

Once in the pantry he wrapped his hands around his aching nuts and he tried to gently massage away the pain.

After a few minutes the pain subsided enough to permit him to squat back down on the floor. He picked up the boot he had been working on and continued to work on it. He would have to keep working on those boots until Richard gave him permission to stop. He hoped it would be soon, he was tired, hungry and thirsty, he also needed to go to the toilet.

Richard kept Herman working for another hour. He then entered the pantry and picked up the left boot. Looked at it for a few minutes then took the right one from Herman's hand. He inspected it just as closely as he had the left.

"Well boy, it looks like you are finally learning how to polish a boot. Place them beside my bed then come back to the kitchen and be quick." Richard ordered.

Herman bent over and kissed each of Richards toes, got up, carefully picked up a boot in each hand and hurried off to place the boots beside Richard's bed as instructed.

When he returned to the kitchen he was ordered to prepare Richard's evening meal. Richard wanted a charbroiled steak, medium rare, a baked potato and raw carrots. Richard sat at the kitchen table and watched as Herman quickly went about filling the order.

It took almost a full hour, all the while under the intense scrutiny of Richard. He hated that more than most of the punishments and other ill treatment that Richard heaped upon him. It really was nerve racking to have the man staring like that.

He finally had everything prepared as ordered, filled a plate, arranging everything on the plate so it looked pleasing to the eye. If Richard didn't like what he saw he might throw it. Herman had worn more than one meal since Richard grabbed him and made him a slave.

Once he was sure it looked good he hurried it over to the table and placed it in front of Richard. He then got down on his knees beside Richards chair. He was required to stay there while Richard ate. If Richard were to bite into a piece of gristle, he would spit it into his hand and then place it in Herman's mouth. Herman had to eat anything Richard didn't like including large pieces of fat.

Herman didn't really mind that, the only other food he got was one can of cheap dog food and a hand full of kibble, once a day.

When his meal was finished, Richard would scrape any left overs onto the floor. Herman would then have to lick the plate clean using just his lips and tongue and then do the same to clean up any mess on the floor.

Upon completion of that task he had to wash and clean up the dishes and the kitchen. He had to get down on his knees beside Richard's chair and kiss each of Richard's big toes.

"The asswipe has cleaned up the mess he made, Sir. Do you wish the asswipe to feed itself, Sir?" Herman asked politely, hopefully.

Herman was extremely hungry, Richard didn't let him have much to eat, normally one can of dog food and a hand full of dried dog kibble was all he was permitted each day. He prayed that Richard would let him eat, sometimes Richard didn't.

"I don't know why I waste my fucking money feeding you, shit face. Useless asswipes like you are a drain on earths resources, you should have been put down years ago." Richard said with disgust.

A tear formed in the corner of Herman's eye. He was so hungry and now it looked like he was going to be denied food, again.

"You are fucking pathetic, go prepare it then bring it here for me to see." Richard ordered.

Herman breathed a sigh of relief, he was going to get to eat. Mind you Richard might do something to make it taste terrible or to foul it, but it was food and would stop the ache in his belly.

He got out a can of dog food, it was the cheapest stuff Richard could find. He opened the can and placed it in one side of a double sided dog dish. He then opened the cupboard below the sink and pulled out a large bag. He carefully opened the bag, placed his hand inside and brought out a handful of kibble.

He held it out for Richard to see. Richard nodded ok and Herman dropped the kibble onto the canned dog food. He was about to close the bag when Richard stopped him.

"You did a pretty good job on the boots, take another handful of kibble." Richard said.

Herman's frantically beating heart gave a sigh of relief. He was totally taken by surprise by the extra kibble, that had never happened before.

He put his hand into the bag and withdrew another handful and held it out for Richard's approval. Richard nodded ascent so Herman dropped the handful of kibble on top the other.

He resealed the bag and replaced it under the sink.

Next he held the empty side of the dog dish under the cold water tap and filled it with cold water.

Herman carefully carried the dog bowl over, got down on his knees and held the bowl out for Richards inspection. Today Richard took the bowl from him and placed it on the table.

"Get me a fork, ass wipe." Richard ordered.

Herman got up quickly, got the fork and returned. He dropped down to his knees first of course, then handed Richard the fork.

Richard without a word of thanks took the fork and began to mash the kibble into the canned food.

"This looks fucking dry ass wipe. Piss in it." he ordered.

Herman wanted to cry, this was the third time this week Richard had made him piss in his food before eating.

Richard held the bowl under Herman's dick and Herman let his piss dribble out onto his supper. He continued to piss, under control, until Richard ordered him to stop. Each side of the bowl was quite large so there was little fear of overflowing it.

When Richard was satisfied he called a halt. He then took the fork and mixed the whole mess up. It sure didn't look very appetizing.

Richard gave Herman the bowl and ordered him to placed it on the floor in a corner of the kitchen. Herman took the bowl, carried it to the corner, got down on his knees and placed the bowl as Richard had ordered. He then turned and waited for Richard to give permission to eat.

"What the fuck are you looking at, asswipe? Get your sorry ass up stairs and change the linen on my bed. You have exactly 10 minutes. Now go." Richard ordered.

Herman knew this was coming, Richard always gave him a job to do after he had pissed in his dinner. He figured Richard wanted to make sure the piss was absorbed by the kibble, making it even more unappetising than it was now.

Herman made the linen change and was back well with in the time limit. He had become very efficient at making that fucking bed.

However, Richard wasn't in the kitchen. The dog bowl with his meal was still in the corner but he dared not touch it without permission.

"What is he going to do to me now?" Herman, wondered to himself.

He went looking and found Richard sitting in his easy chair in the living room reading a leather bondage magazine. He hurried over, got down on his knees and kissed each of Richards big toes. He leaned back and waited quietly for Richard to give him permission to speak.

Richard, however completely ignored the tired, hungry boy. He was reading an interesting article about making a slave do some pretty weird and wonderful things in public places.

"Watching your slave piss his pants in front of hundreds of people is one hell of a turn on." he read.

All kinds of ideas were running through his mind. He lowered the magazine at one point and looked at the beautiful boy kneeling before him.

"Have you eaten your dinner yet, asswipe?" Richard suddenly asked.

"No Sir. This asswipe is not permitted to eat without permission from his Master, Sir." Herman replied quickly, but politely.

"Does the asswipe think it should be fed?" Richard asked.

"Only if you wish it so, Master Richard, Sir." Herman replied, now fearing that he might not get to eat after all.

"Well I don't wish, but I don't have any fucking choice either. Turn around." he ordered.

Herman turned quickly around and placed his hands behind his back. Richard grabbed the right hand and snapped a pair of handcuffs around his wrist, closing it tight. He fastened the other cuff around the left wrist. This was to make sure Herman did not use his hands when eating.

"Go fill yer fucking face but make sure both bowls are completely empty. If there is anything left in either bowl when I come to check you get strung up and your nuts beaten', now go." Richard ordered.

Herman turned around, bent over and kissed each of Richard's toes, got up and hurried to the kitchen. He knew that Richard had just put him on a timer. He would have to wolf down that food and water as quickly as he could. Richard wouldn't hesitate to string him up and beat his balls if there was anything in those bowls when he got to the kitchen.

Herman hurried over to the bowls, got down on his knees and began to take big gulps of the horrid looking mixture. It didn't taste all that bad but it wasn't pleasant either. He didn't bother taking time to chew at all, mind you it wasn't necessary it was all mush.

When it was all gone he licked the bowl clean then went to the water. He had learned how to hold his lips in an "O" shape and suck up the water, much faster than trying to lick like a dog.

He had just slurped up the last of the water as Richard entered the kitchen. Herman quickly backed away from the dish. He knew that if he lingered for even a second after he heard the door, Richard would carry out the threat even if the bowls were clean.

He waited, hoping that Richard would just place the bowl on the counter and leave. That would be a signal that he accepted the bowl as being clean.

Richard walked right over to the bowl, picked it up and inspected it closely, inside and out. He turned it over a couple of times then looked directly at Herman. A shiver of fear ran through Herman's skinny body. That look was usually the begging of a hellish night.

Richard stared for at least a minute, not moving, not saying a word, just staring. The longer he stared the stronger the fear got in poor Herman. What Herman didn't understand was that Richard loved to watch the fear in his eyes when he stared like that. Richard got off from Herman's fear, why else would he waste his time torturing the little bastard.

Then Richard did something totally unexpected. He walked over to the sink and put the bowl in it.

"Get up asswipe and get over here." he ordered.

Completely off balance by this change from routine, but still in enough control to react instantly to Richard's orders, Herman jumped up, hurried over and knelt down.

He proceeded with the usual ritual of kissing each of Richards toes. Then adopted the subservient position.

Richard walked around behind the kneeling boy, unlocked the handcuffs and removed them.

"Wash your bowl and put it away, then go to your bed. I will be there shortly." Richard ordered.

Richard walked out of the kitchen leaving poor Herman totally confused. What was up? What horrible nightmare was Richard planning for this evening? How much pain was he going to have to endure? All of these thoughts raced through Herman's mind as he quickly washed and dried his bowl.

His bed, was a large, human sized wicker dog basket. It had a soft mattress so was not uncomfortable for sleeping. However Herman was not permitted to have any blankets. Most of the time at night he shivered. It was not as warm in his basement cell as it was upstairs.

As soon as he was in the cell he went straight to his bed and curled up in a fetal position. He was very, very nervous as he lay there. He still needed to go to the toilet, but didn't dare ask Richard for permission. That would only cause Richard to make him wait even longer.

It was at least a half hour before Richard finally entered the cell. It was all Herman could do to stay awake, he was so tired. But he knew the punishment would be severe if Richard found him sleeping.

"Sit up, asswipe." Richard ordered.

Herman quickly raised himself to a sitting position. From the tone of Richard's voice he knew something serious was up. This only made him even more frightened then he had been before.

"You are useless to me, asswipe. You are a lazy good for nothing bum. I feed you and give you a roof over your head and a cozy place to sleep. All I ask in return is that you provide me with a little service. But you just can not bring yourself to provide that service." Richard spoke in somber tones.

"I have tried training you but it just doesn't seem to be working." he paused and gave Herman a steely eyed gaze.

Herman felt those eyes bite into his very soul. He did not like what he was hearing. Richard was going to do something really bad, he could feel it in his bones.

"I have only three choices asswipe. I could just throw you out the door and back into the gutter where I found you. But I am not mean and unfeeling. I took you in and now feel I have a responsibility for you." he said and paused again.

"I could put you down. That probably would be the best thing all round. Just put you out of your misery once and for all. All you are doing right now is wasting resources. That food you consume could go to something useful like feeding a poor stray dog." he said his voice almost lowering to a whisper.

Herman's heart gave a leap. The bastard is going to kill me, he thought. After all I have taken and done for him he is going to kill me.

Suddenly Herman was filled with total, unreasoning anger. This bastard had tortured, humiliated and used him for so long. Now was going to kill him. The hate started in the pit of his stomach and quickly raised to his now tortured brain.

"You bastard!" Herman screamed, jumping to his feet and lunging towards Richard.

His thin, bony arms were straight in front and he wrapped his skinny fingers around Richard's throat. He squeezed with every ounce of strength in his weak, underfed body. All the while screaming, "You bastard," over and over.

Richard was taken completely by surprise. Herman had his hands around his neck before he could regain his senses. The bony fingers were digging deep into his neck, cutting off his oxygen.

In an automatic reflex, Richard lifted his arms and grasped Herman's arms. He tried to pull those bony fingers from his throat, but Herman had a vice like grip on his neck and he couldn't break it. In desperation he tried using his fists on Herman's gut. But Herman was oblivious to pain. His mind had completely snapped, his total concentration was on squeezing his hands around that foul neck.

He watched as Richard's lips turned blue and then his tongue began to stick out. Richard's eyes opened wide and began to protrude from their sockets. He punched furiously at Herman's ribs and stomach to no avail. His punches becoming progressively weaker as his oxygen starved body began to fail.

In a final desperate attempt to break Herman's hold he tried to bring his knee up and get Herman's balls. But the moment his knee raised off the floor he lost his balance and fell backward.

Herman still had a vice grip on that neck and he went down on top of Richard.

The back of Richard's head hit the floor with one hell of a loud whack. The last thing Richard felt was that fall backwards. His head hit the floor so hard it shattered his skull. His body went limp and he stopped trying to fight Herman off.

Herman continued to squeeze on that neck for a good five minutes after the fall. He slowly came to the realization that Richard was not moving. He removed his hands from the corpse of his recent tormentor. He sat back on the body, large tears rolling down his cheeks.

Herman had no idea how long he remained sitting on the body crying. But finally he got up and went to the toilet which was just outside the cell. The realization hit him that he would never, ever have to wait for permission from Richard again, before he could use the toilet, and he smiled.

But now Herman had a serious problem. What the fuck was he going to do? He did not want to go to prison for killing this bastard. How was he going to protect himself?

After he finished on the toilet Herman went to the shower. He turned on the water and climbed under. His guts were sore from the pounding that Richard had given during his death struggles. But Richard had waited too long before beginning his punches. He was much weaker than he thought when he began. Sure Herman would have a sore gut for a few days, but no permanent or serious damage was done.

It was during his shower that Herman had the bright idea on how to save himself. He climbed out of the shower and ran upstairs soaking wet. Richard never let him have a towel after a shower. He always had to drip dry in the cool basement.

He grabbed a towel from Richard's bathroom and began drying himself as he hurried to the phone. Richard kept his address book right beside the phone. Herman opened it and looked for Bradley. Bradley would help him solve this problem he was sure.

"Hi Brad, Herman here. It is urgent that you get over here as quick as possible." he said into the mouthpiece.

"What's up, Herman. Is he on the warpath again?" Bradley asked nervously. "Shit I am still not healed from Saturdays games."

Bradley was another of Richards victims. However Bradley was fortunate, he did not have to take Richard's abuse 24/7, only occasionally when Richard wanted an orgy.

"Look I can not tell you why on the phone. But don't worry, Richard will not be causing us any trouble. Please just get here as fast as you can, ok?" Herman pleaded.

"Ok, pal, on my way." Bradley said, hanging up the phone.

Herman sat down in the big easy chair that Richard always sat in. It felt strange to be sitting in a chair in this room. Normally he was always on his knees either kissing feet or sucking dick.

When Bradley arrived ten minutes later, Herman was still sitting in that easy chair. Staring off into space, his thoughts a black void, reality had ceased to exist.

The ding, dong of the doorbell brought him back to reality and he rose groggily from the chair. His movements those of an old man on his last legs rather than a young man.

"I sure am glad to see you Brad." Herman said grasping Bradley's hand then pulling him close for a hug.

"What's up, Herm? Shit man you are shaking like a leaf. What's that bastard done to you this time?" Brad asked with deep concern.

"He was going to kill me Brad. The bastard was going to kill me. He said I was useless and just taking up room and wasting resources. He said the food I ate would be put to better use feeding stray dogs." Herman blurted out with tears falling down his cheeks.

"Hey it's ok, he won't kill you. Perhaps you should get the fuck out of here." Bradley consoled and advised.

"Where is he right now?" Bradley asked.

"In the cell in the basement." Herman replied his teeth chattering.

"You locked the prick in the cell! Good for you, now you can get the hell out. We can both get the fuck out of this city and never have to worry about that bastard again." Bradley said enthusiastically.

"He's not locked in Brad." Herman finally managed to say. "He's dead!"

That stopped Bradley in his tracks. The smile left his face.

"What happened, did he have a heart attack?"

"No, I.......uhhh......I killed him, Brad. I killed the bastard." Herman cried out and hugged Bradley even tighter.

"What the fuck am I going to do, Brad. They will put me the pen and those guys will be even worse than Richard was. What am I going to do, Brad?" Herman blubbered out.

"Let's go see. Maybe the prick isn't dead, but whatever happens we are going to have to make sure he can not hurt either one of us again." Bradley said seriously. "Whatever happens Herm, I will stick with you. If he is dead we will get rid of the fucking body and the two of us can fuck off out of this shit hole town."

Still holding on tight to Bradley, Herman took his friend to the basement and the cell that contained the still prone body of his tormentor.

Richard's face was a ghostly white, no color in his lips or cheeks. Bradley bent over the body, picked up the wrist and felt for a pulse.

"Sonofabitch!" Bradley exclaimed. "The prick is still alive."

"Ok, what do we do, Herman?" Bradley asked.

"Huh?" Herman replied confused.

"What are we gonna do? Do we finish him off once and for all or do we let him live?" Bradley asked looking into Herman's eyes.

Herman for his part felt a load lifted off his shoulders when Bradley indicated Richard was still alive. He would not have to go to the pen for murder. But now Bradley was wanting to put him back into that situation.

"Brad I don't want to go to the pen. But I don't want to be here when he wakes up either. I think he was serious about killing me. I don't know what to do." Herman replied.

"Well we had better do something before he wakes up. Come and help me strip him." Bradley ordered.

"Why? What are you going to do?" Herman asked as he bent down to help.

"Well for now we will just strip him and lock him in the cell. That will give us some time to decide what to do with him." Bradley replied.

"Ok. That sounds good to me." Herman answered.

Once they had Richard striped naked they half lifted, half dragged the heavy Richard over to and then into the human sized doggie bed that Herman had occupied for over two years.

They left the cell and closed the door. The door had a dead bolt type system to lock it closed. There was a 3/4 inch steel bar with three dead bolts, attached to the door frame. You lifted the bar at the hasp, turned a half turn towards the door and let it drop. The three dead bolts dropped into steel cylinders. The hasp fitted over a "D" ring welded to the door and a padlock went through the D ring. Unless that padlock is removed it is impossible to open that door.

The padlock was a special lock made for high security. It could not be cut with a hacksaw or other device. Nor could the lock be picked. It had a special key designed specifically to foil lock pickers. That type of lock has never been successfully picked. There were only two keys for it and both were on Richards key ring.

It was a good five or six hours later before Richard came back into the world of the living. He was cold and shivering. He reached for a blanket to pull over himself and then realized he wasn't in his own bed.

He sat up with a jerk. The room began spinning, he kept still for a few minutes until it stopped. He had one hell of a headache and it seemed to be at the back of his head. He reached back and was horrified to feel the back of his head felt like mush. But he couldn't remember what the fuck had happened.

He looked around the cell, but for the life of him had no idea where he was or why. He tried to get up but the pain in his head intensified from that effort so he stayed where he was. He sat there for what seemed like hours totally confused about everything.

He heard a door opening and looked up. Two young, skinny boys were approaching the cell. He still could not get up, the effort still caused intense pain and made his head spin.

The boys crept closer, they seemed scared of him. Why, he wondered. Had he done something to hurt them?

"Hi!" he said, trying to be friendly. "Do you think I could have something for my head? It really hurts."

Herman was astounded that Richard wasn't screaming and cursing.

"Uhhh yeah. Just a minute and I'll get you something." he turned and went back upstairs to the medicine cabinet to get some Tylenol.

Bradley was still standing back, quite away from the cell when Herman returned. This man had been controlling both of their lives for so long they were still afraid of him, even though he was locked in that cell.

Herman approached the cell very cautiously. He held his hand, containing the two Tylenol, outstretched from his body as he approached. As soon as Richard started to put his hand through the cell bars to get the tablets, Herman jumped back in fear.

"Hey, what's the matter, boy? I ain't gonna hurt you. You would think you had just seen the devil or something." Richard said quietly with a smile on his face.

"Keep your hands in the cell." Herman ordered. "I will place the tablets on the floor within your reach, but if you put your arms through the bars before I back away then I won't give them to you at all."

"Hey, ok, ok. I'll keep my arms folded across my chest, ok?" Richard said in mild amusement.

Herman quickly came forward, dropped the two tablets onto the floor and backed off quickly.

"Could I please have some water to wash them down? Richard asked politely.

"Yeah, sure." this time it was Bradley that answered and he went into the bathroom next to the cell to get a glass of water.

Bradley gave Richard the same order about keeping his arms in the cage until the water glass was placed on the floor.

They both watched in semi fear as Richard swallowed the tablets one at a time followed by a drink from the glass. Then Richard drank the rest of the water, put his arm through the bars, placing the glass at arms length from the cell.

"Ok!" Richard broke the standoff. "Would one of you please tell me why I am in this cell and why you seem so petrified of me?"

Herman and Bradley looked at each other in astonishment.

"Yyyyou..ahh ahh don't ahhh know?" Herman stuttered.

"No! I don't know. I seem to have lost some of my memory. You will probably find this rather funny, but I don't even remember my own name." Richard replied with a slight laugh.

"Your name is Richard." Herman said with a little more confidence as the reality of the situation began to sink in.

"Richard! Mmmmm I like that. Good strong name. Thanks." Richard said lightly.

"Now would you please tell me why I am in jail or what appears to be a jail cell and what the hell you two are doing in here?"

"You are not in Jail, Richard. You are in the cell in the basement of your house." Herman said with a little more courage.

"Now what the hell would I be doing in a cell in the basement of my own house. Why the hell would I want a cell down here?" Richard asked a little bit more forcefully than intended.

The authority with which he made that last statement scared hell out of both of the guys. They shrunk back away from the cell.

"Hey, take it easy boys, I ain't gonna hurt you. Shit I can not move. I seem to have bashed in the back of my head, it is very soft." Richard tried to relieve their fear.

"You had a bad fall." Herman offered.

"I'll say. Now don't be afraid, just tell me why I am in this cell." Richard tried a gentler approach.

"You were going to kill me but you fell and hit your head. We thought you were dead at first. But then we found a pulse so we put you in the bed and then locked you in the cell." Herman offered thinking that would satisfy Richard.

"Now why in hell would I want to kill you, boy? Did you do something wrong?" Richard asked.

"No, Sir. I didn't do nothing wrong, but you said I was useless and didn't deserve to live." Herman replied, large tears forming at the corners of his eyes and dropping down across his cheeks.

"I worked very hard for you, Sir, but you kept saying I was useless. Then you said you were going to kill me. I didn't mean to jump on you, but I didn't want you to kill me." Herman was crying like a little child now.

Richard could see that the boy was truly scared and upset. Could he have been going to kill this kid. How old was he anyway, 19 or 20? Skinny little runt, hell he needed to put some meat on those bones.

"Hey I am sorry, boy. I don't know why I would have wanted to kill you. I don't now. I would just like to know what the hell has happened to me. My fucking head feels like it is going to blow off." Richard replied quietly.

"I think I am going to need a doctor. Head injuries can be fatal. I think perhaps you should get me upstairs and call the paramedics." Richard offered.

He saw the immediate look of fear cross the faces of both boys. Shit he must have been a real bastard to cause that kind of fear.

"Look boys, I don't know what the hell went on between you and me before this accident, but I do need a doctor. I am not even going to be able to get upstairs by myself so you have nothing to fear." He tried to sooth their fears.

Bradley whispered something into Herman's ear.

"We'll be right back." Herman said and the two of them headed upstairs.

In the kitchen they discussed the situation. The fall seemed to have wiped out Richards past memories. He couldn't remember who he was or what he had done. But the real question was, is he faking this or is it real?

Herman, who knew Richard better than anyone, was sure that the Richard down in that cell was not the same Richard that had been tormenting him for the past couple of years. He was sure that Richard was not faking amnesia.

"Well then Herman we better get him up here and call an ambulance." Bradley offered.

"Yeah, ok." Herman replied but he was still scared.

Getting Richard upstairs proved to be a daunting chore. Richard weighed in at 230 lbs and they could not carry him so instead they had to get on each side and help him up.

For Richard raising his head above the sitting level caused severe pain and dizziness. As he was lifted up he cried out his pain, but did his best to help them.

The two boys were supporting him as best they could, Richard also had to try and take up some of the weight even though his head felt like it was being crushed in a vice. They had just got to the bottom of the stairs when the first wave of the dizzies hit.

For Richard everything in the room began to spin uncontrollably. He completely lost the ability to hold up any of his weight. His legs felt like rubber and bent out from under him. The boys were in a terrible predicament. They were having a great deal of difficulty holding him up on the flat basement floor, how the fuck were they going to get him up the stairs?

After a few minutes the wave of the dizzies settled down and Richard was able to assist the boys again. As quickly as they could they got him up the stairs, into the kitchen. That was when the second big wave of the dizzies hit, this time Richard puked his guts up.

The boys were terrified. They were sure Richard was dying on them. It was decided that they could not take him any further so they dragged him over to the kitchen wall and propped him up.

Herman hurried into the living room and dialed 911.

The paramedics arrived just a couple of minutes after the call. Herman led them into the kitchen and explained that Richard had fallen backwards and hit his head a hard blow on the floor. They didn't even try to explain why Richard and Herman were naked.

The paramedics were seasoned veterans of Emergency Services and had seen things much more shocking than a couple of naked bodies when answering calls. They figured it was none of their business and went about their job of life saving in a professional manner.

The paramedics told the boys to go sit in the living room and they would look after Richard. A few minutes later they had Richard on a stretcher and were ready to transport. One of them gave Herman instructions to dig out Richards ID and his Medical Insurance card and take them to the hospital.

"Perhaps you may want to get dressed before you leave." the paramedic said with a wink.

Herman turned a bright pink. He was so used to always being naked in the house that it had not dawned on him to get dressed before the medics arrived.

The boys watched as the Ambulance pulled out of the driveway, siren blaring.

Unknown to the boys, the Paramedics also called the police. Richard had some very severe marks on his neck from Herman's boney fingers trying to choke him. This was looking like an attempted murder.

A police car arrived before the boys were finished getting ready to go to the hospital. A uniformed officer asked them some questions and they tried their best to answer truthfully. Herman admitted to the officer that he had been choking Richard when he fell.

He told the officer that they'd had a domestic dispute and had grabbed Richards throat to stop him from beating him. He also said it was an accident and everything would have worked out ok if Richard had not fallen.

The uniformed officer had heard stories like this hundreds of times in domestic disputes. The kid really looked upset about what had happened and seemed to be sincerely sorry. He decided he would just file the report and wait and see what Richard had to say when he woke up.

The back of Richard's skull was shattered. He underwent 8 hours of emergency neurosurgery to remove the bone fragments that had lodged in his brain. The operation was concluded by placing a steel plate over the shattered hole in his skull.

Herman spent every waking hour at Richard's side while he recovered. He read to him, kept him up to date on the latest news and just talked. Bradley would visit for an hour or so every evening.

On the fourth day a plain clothes police detective showed up to get a statement from Richard. Richard said that he couldn't remember what happened and he didn't want to press any charges. As far as he was concerned it was an unfortunate accident. That was the last they heard from the police.

A week later Richard was released from the hospital. The doctors had given Herman explicit instructions on how to care for Richard at home.

Herman was in his glory. He looked after Richard as though he were a king. Richard for his part enjoyed the pampering. He had not regained any of his former memories and the doctors didn't think he ever would.

That was great news for Herman. In his own strange way he loved Richard, despite how badly he had been treated. This was the chance for a new beginning for the both of them and Herman was determined to make himself invaluable to Richard.

On the third night after Richard's return to the house, Herman was reading to Richard from one of the erotic novels that the old Richard used to read.

After a particularly raunchy part of the book Herman looked up and noticed that Richard had a hard-on pushing up against the blankets. Richard's eyes were closed and he was breathing gently.

Herman placed the book down, lifted the blankets and in a moment his mouth was wrapped around Richard's throbbing dick. He didn't waste a lot of time because he was afraid to get Richard too turned on. It was still imperative that Richard lie still. So he gave Richard the kind of a blow job that he knew would make his Master cum pretty quick.

Richard didn't disappoint him either. It had been over two weeks since he had last blown a load so he had quite a bit of build up in his nuts.

Richard also knew he was not supposed to move much, so did his best to lay still while Herman worked his magic.

Richard finally healed and was able to go back to a reasonably normal life. But there were major changes in that life. He was no longer a mean, vulgar asshole. He was now very quiet and loving. He made no secret of the fact that he had fallen deeply in love with Herman.

Herman no longer slept in a doggie bed in the basement cell. He shared Richard's bed as an equal, though he still waited on Richard hand and foot.

Herman also now took all of his meals with Richard, at the table, eating the same food. Herman was a masterful cook and baker so it didn't take very long before he began to put on some weight and his bones disappeared.

He and Richard took part in a regular physical fitness program and Herman quickly became a very good looking young man.

Richard owned a large ceramic supply business with 3 local retail outlets and 6 outlets in four other cities. He also had a very capable General Manager that took care of the business while Richard recuperated. Richard no longer had any memories of the business and would have to learn from scratch.

Richard hired a crew to come in and dismantle the cell in the basement. Then he brought in an interior decorator to turn the basement into two large games rooms. One for conventional games such as pool, the other for games of the more erotic kind.

Bradley is always a welcome guest. They would have frequent dinner parties to which Bradley was always invited. All three spend many happy hours in the erotic games room, as well. They soon discovered that Richard loved to watch Herman and Bradley make it together. Afterwards the two boys would take on Richard.

Richard loved to have the boys lick him all over and they did not disappoint. As a treat, every once in a while they would go out and find a willing young man to come and join in the fun and games. New blood helps to keep their games fresh and exciting.

Herman loves his new life and the new Richard. He still has nightmares about the events of that awful night when he almost killed Richard. He wakes up screaming and in a cold sweat. Richard wraps his arms around him, pulls him close and whispers words of love into his ear. Herman then falls back to sleep, safe and sound in the arms of the man he loves.

The End.

This story � by Rob Allie, 2003, all rights reserved.

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