Written by: D’be-D’be
Oliver came home from work to once again find David on the computer. “Hey, kiddo, have you been on that thing all day?” he asked as he gave his partner a kiss on the top of his head.
“Oh my God, Ollie, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was so late. I haven’t even started dinner. Just give me a sec to sign off and I’ll light the barbecue and put the steaks on.”
“It’s okay, kiddo, no rush. Who are you on line with?” Oliver inquired as he pulled of his jacket and threw it over the arm of the chair.
“Ivan Glazkov.”
“Oh yeah, your new friend from Russia. How is he?”
“He’s great and he wants me to pass on warmest regards from his Top.”
“Oh that’s nice. When you get back on line tell him I return the ‘hi’ to Martin.”
“I will. Now why don’t you go take a shower and change and let me get to dinner?”
“You’ve turned into a real domestic since you quit your job,” Oliver teased his Brat as he made his way up the stairs.
“Well I wouldn’t go that far, but since I have nothing to do until the application papers come from the NYPD, I decided I better keep myself busy or die of boredom.”
“The wait shouldn’t be must longer, kiddo, After all, you sent in the request over a week ago, right after we returned from Houston.”
“It seems longer that a week since I walked into my boss’s office and handed in my resignation. I was willing to give him two weeks, even a month if he needed me, but he was so pissed off that his words ‘letting him and myself down’ had me cleaning out my office immediately. Then and there I knew how appreciated I was. So after cleaning out my office as ordered, I walked right down to the Applicant Processing Division of the NYPD in Brooklyn and put in the request for the application papers.”
“Be patient, David. I bet the papers will be in the mail tomorrow.”
“I hope you’re right because I’m getting nervous and anxious. You know how I hate waiting for anything.”
“Yeah, I hear that under the word impatient in the new Webster’s dictionary, they posted your picture there,” Oliver teased his Brat.
“Ha-ha, very funny. I’m involved with a real comedian,” David answered back as he made his way towards the kitchen. He smiled to himself as he heard soft laughter drifting down from the staircase. As he lit the barbecue he began to hum the song ‘Bad Boys, Bad Boys’ from the TV show COPS. By the time Oliver joined him, the barbecue was hot, the steaks were sizzling, the wine was poured and the salad was on the table.
Oliver took the wine glass out of David’s outstretched hand and let out a sigh of happiness. Ever since David informed him about his idea of a career change, life in the Newman/Bradford household was stress free and joyful. Oliver knew as David began the process of becoming a member of New York’s finest, there would be tension brought on by nerves and stress, but he knew he was up for the challenge of keeping his Brat grounded and focused.
When the meal was over, Ollie turned to David with lust in his eyes. “Now for dessert!” he exclaimed as he walked into the living room.
“I didn’t make any,” David answered in a confused tone. “You know I have to watch my weight.”
“Oh baby, I don’t mean that kind of dessert. I mean this kind.” Oliver reached out and pulled David to him and gave him a hard kiss. He pulled away and leaned against the wall.
“Undress for me.”
“What?” David asked as a smile came across his face.
“You heard me. Undress for me and take your time doing it. We’ve got all night.”
David took a deep breath then slowly peeled off his shirt. He tossed the shirt aside and undid his jeans. Dropping them to the floor, he slowly pulled them off and kicked them over to where the shirt lay. He pulled off his socks, glancing up to see if Oliver was still watching. He was and his eyes were showing great appreciation.
“Leave your shorts on for now and go lie down on the sofa.”
Unable to stop the tremble of anticipation, David walked over to the sofa and lay down on his back. He glanced up at Oliver and watched him strip off his own shirt. David took in a breath at the muscular torso that always turned him on.
Oliver strolled over to where David lay and looked down at his lover. As David looked up to meet his eyes, Oliver pulled off his jeans and socks but also kept his shorts on. As he stood over David, the younger man couldn’t help but notice the prominent bulge and decided he was really going to enjoy the dessert, Oliver was about to dish out.
Oliver straddled David on the sofa and David felt his pulse quicken as Oliver’s thighs gripped his hips, and he couldn’t ignore the intense heat of the other man’s crotch right over his and his body responded as Oliver moved slightly, before bending down and giving David a hot passionate kiss.
As David responded he felt warm, strong hands stroke his arms. Oliver’s lips opened and he ran his tongue over David’s lips, making David moan and open his own mouth. Oliver’s tongue slipped inside and suddenly David found himself locked in a deep, hungry kiss. He wrapped his arms around Oliver’s neck and pulled him down so their chests touched. As the kiss continued, David felt himself becoming aroused.
Feeling David’s arousal, Oliver got up and slipped his shorts down, he then tugged at the waistband of David’s shorts and quickly removed them as well. David let out another moan as he felt Oliver’s skilled hand stroke his balls. Without another thought he spread his legs slightly.
“You like that, baby?” Oliver whispered, causing David to purr, “Oh yeah……mmm, feels so good.”
The fingers explored lower, and David closed his eyes and let the pleasure wash over him. Oliver lifted David’s legs and the sound of another moan of pleasure could be heard as Oliver fingers began to stroke his anus. David then felt the familiar feeling of a cool gel on him, then one of Oliver’s fingers entering and lubricating him.
“Oh Oliver……please I’m ready for more……please take me….take me now!” David screamed then moaned deeply as Oliver’s finger was replaced by his hard organ.
Deeper and deeper Oliver drove into his lover until the tip of his penis was rubbing against the young man’s prostrate. Oliver slipped a hand between their two bodies and with the same rhythm of one body entering another; he began to stroke David into a powerful orgasm, joining him only seconds later.
When Oliver withdrew, he took David into his arms. Morning found the two men still naked and lying in each others arms on the sofa.
David was the first to wake. He snuggled into Oliver’s arms trying to decide if he should wake him or give him a few more minutes of sleep. As he was contemplating waking his partner, he heard the distinguished sound of the letter box lid being shut. The thought of letting Oliver sleep slipped right out of his head at the anticipation of the long-awaited application filling his mind. He pulled out of Oliver’s arms and ran to the doorway, not even realizing he was buck naked.
“Hey, little boy, before you even think about opening that door, I think you should consider putting on a robe, unless you want to give Mrs. Clairborne across the street a heart attack as she spies your beautiful body.”
David jumped at the sound of his partner’s voice then looked down at himself and blushed deeply. “Oh my God, Ollie, thank you, I forgot I was naked. It’s just that I heard the mail box lid and I….I..”
“I know what you were thinking and I know your excited to see if your package came, but I don’t think that the first thing Mrs. Clairborne wants to see this morning is your package, so put on a robe”
“Yes sir,” David replied as he ran upstairs for his bathrobe. Oliver let out a small chuckle, pulled on his pants and walked over to the door. He realized he was also anxious to see if the application had arrived as he pulled the door open and reached into the mail box to pull out a huge envelope marked NYPD.
“Is it here, Ollie, is it here?” David inquired as he ran down the stairs two at a time.
“Yes, David, it is. But calm down before you hyper-ventilate.”
David waiting with growing impatience as Oliver held the envelope in his hand. Finally, Oliver handed it over. David ran to the kitchen table and ripped open the thick brown envelope. He couldn’t believe all the forms he had to fill out and requirements he had to meet. He shook his head as he read that he needed a full medical exam, a written and oral psychological exam, documents of his college or university credits, character investigation, fingerprinting, a job standard test and a pre-hire interview.
“This is going to be harder work than I thought,” he muttered to Oliver who was scrambling a couple of eggs.
“Well, kiddo, you know it wouldn’t be a walk in the park, but I know you’re up to the challenge. You also know I’m here to help you and support you every step of the way.”
“I know, Ollie, and I can’t thank you enough for your love and support; without both, I don’t think I could make it.”
“Okay, now that that is said, help me with breakfast then we’ll get to those forms.”
“Aren’t you going to work today?”
“No, I’m going to take a personal day; they owe me about a million of them. We’ll call up Dr. North and see if he can see you today, then we’ll contact Woodbury College in Vermont for a copy of your transcripts. After that we’ll go down to the Application Centre to get you fingerprinted and find out where you need to go for the other tests.”
“I appreciate that, Ollie, but before we go, may I contact Ivan and tell him the good news.”
“Sure go ahead, and don’t forget to tell him I said ‘hello’ to him and Martin.”
“I will and, Ollie, I love you.”
“Back at ya, kid,” Oliver replied and gave his Brat a loving swat on his robe-covered behind. “Hurry up and eat now and then email Ivan; we have a busy day ahead of us.”
It was a few days later in the early morning when Oliver was awaken by the sound of retching coming from the master bath. He quickly jumped out of bed and swiftly walked over to the door. He tapped lightly before entering to find his partner on his knees with his face deep in the porcelain bowl.
Oliver knelt down beside David and began to gently rub his back. When David was finally finished, his body slumped against Oliver’s in exhaustion. His body was covered in a cold sweat and shivered as another spell of nausea wrapped its’ claws around him.
Oliver knew what was making David ill. It was due to him having to have his psychological exams today and it was scaring him to death.
“Sshhh, David, it’s okay. Take deep breaths, baby; try and relax.” Oliver began to rock his young partner back and forth, all the while whispering comforting words into his ear and placing tender kisses on his forehead.
“Ollie, I’m such a basket case. I don’t think I can go through with those tests today,”
“What are you so afraid of? You really have nothing to worry about.”
“Oh don’t I?” David fractiously inquired. “What about the fact that I’m gay and that I live in a discipline relationship?”
“Oh, David, you don’t have to admit to the type of relationship we live in. I don’t want you to hide the fact that you’re gay or the fact that you live with someone, but that’s all the information you have to give them.”
“But….but…”
“But what, kiddo?” Ollie asked as he placed another kiss on David’s head.
“But what if they ask what kind of relationship do I have with my partner?’
“Well let’s see, mmm; you can tell them you have a loving partner.”
“Right, I can tell them that for sure,” David replied
“Yes, and you can tell them we have a strong and trusting bond to each other,” Oliver continued.
“That’s true, but what if they ask what role does each of us play in the relationship? How can I answer that one without giving things away?”
“Tell them the truth. Tell them we are in an equal partnership that we share everything 50/50 and no decision is made about our relationship or the household with discussing it with the other. Tell them we have a relationship that is build on not only love, but also on trust and strong communication. We value each other’s thoughts and ideas and would never do anything to hurt or destroy that relationship.”
“Oh, Ollie, hearing you say those words all makes sense, but I’m afraid if I say them they will get a sense that I am holding something back and tell the admission board that I am hiding something and therefore I am not suitable for the job.”
“David, you may have your faults but one of them is certainly not the power of words and communication. You have entered a room that is filled with hate and mistrust among the occupants sitting around the table and in just a few moments with your words and actions, you have them all talking and realizing they can work things out. Take that power you have, David, and communicate your feeling for me and our relationship in that interview room, and believe me when I say you will pass with flying colors.”
“Are you sure?”
“Have I ever lied to you or mislead you before?”
“Never!” David exclaimed as he turned to face his Top, eyes glistening with tears he threw his arms around him and held him close.
The two men stayed that way for a few more minutes, and then Oliver pushed his Brat away and lifted himself and David off the cold bathroom floor.
“Alright, now I want you to take a shower, brush your teeth and get ready for those tests. I will drive you there personally and wait outside to take you home.”
“But, Ollie, I may be in there for hours.”
“It doesn’t matter. I have some paperwork to do and a new novel, I want to start; so don’t worry about that. Now come and get a move on, the clocks ticking.”
At precisely ten am, David and Oliver pulled up in front of the Police Academy Medical Division Building at number one Lefrank City Plaza. David was still a little anxious but the fear and nerves he had this morning had disappeared. He kissed Oliver once for good bye and twice for luck, then departed the car and walked up the stairs with a confident and steady gate.
In the next few weeks after the Psychological testing, David was doing his best to prepare for the Job Standard Test which test an individual’s ability to perform both typical and atypical physical tasks which can be expected to be required of a Police Officer’s response to either a routine radio run or critical incident. This test is a continuous timed event comprised of six stations that must be completed in four minutes, twenty eight seconds without stopping. He was up to standards in the physical challenge but was having a very hard time with the firearms portion of the test.
One evening when he was online with Ivan, Ivan suggested that he needed a professional trainer who’s been through the test to lend him a hand. David concurred and after a few minutes of dialogue back and forth, Ivan excused himself for a few moments. When he reappeared on the screen, he made a suggestion that caused David’s heart to pound with excitement. Ivan told David he had asked his Top, Martin, for permission to travel to New York to act as David’s personal trainer. Martin, Ivan stated was overjoyed at the prospect of visiting New York and if it was alright with Oliver, he and Martin would come and pay them a visit.
David let out a whoop and hollowed for Oliver to come join him in the study. Oliver came running in, expecting to find his Brat in some sort of physical pain, only to find him dancing around the computer screen in some sort of joyful ritual.
“David!” Oliver raised his voice in order for David to hear him over the whooping and cheering. “What’s come over you?”
“Oh, Ollie, great news; Ivan volunteered to come to New York to help me train for the Job Standard Test and Martin thought it was a great idea. He was wondering if it would be alright with you if they came for a visit.” David stopped dancing around and ran over to Oliver and spun him around in circles before he continued. “They can come, can’t they Ollie? I mean, you have no problem with them visiting, do you? I think it would be great for you to show Martin where you work and stuff and I’d have a competent, experience cop to help me through this next stage. Please, Ollie, please say yes….please…”
“David, for Pete’s sake. Stop spinning me around. I’m getting dizzy,” Oliver stated all the while smiling at his excited partner.
David did as he was told, but still kept a grip on Oliver’s arms as he stared at him in anticipation.
“I think that is a great idea. I’d love to see Martin again and I know it would be great for you and Ivan to get to know each other better. By all means, get back on line and tell them to pack their bags.”
“Oh, Ollie!” David screeched as he began to plant kisses all over Oliver’s face. “Thank you and I love you. Thank you.”
David sat back down in front of the computer and relayed the invitation to Martin and Ivan. It took a few days for the Russian couple to arrange visas and all the other necessary paperwork involved, but by week’s end they were on their way to America.
Oliver and David met the two men at JFK on Sunday evening. After warm embraces and gathering of luggage, they set out to grab a bite to eat then head back to the Brownstone.
Ivan and David sat in the back seat discussing police work and the reasons behind David’s career change while Oliver and Martin sat in the front discussing Oliver’s work and setting the agenda for sight seeing tours.
“Where would you like to eat my friend?” Oliver asked
“I would love to have some of your famous American barbecued ribs please,” Martin replied.
“Yes, that sounds excellent,” piped in Ivan.
“Ribs it is. It just so happens that I know a great rib place near here called ‘Blue Smoke’. They have the best ribs in New York and they also offer some great Jazz music,” Oliver informed the two visitors.
“Jazz; oh my friend, how did you know that Jazz is my favorite type of music?” Martin inquired.
Oliver let out a small chuckle as he stated that Martin only mentioned it a thousands times or so during their conversations throughout the years.
The conversation on the ride to restaurant was taken with catching up on each other’s news. It was only when they were seated at a small table in the corner of the restaurant that the topic of David’s career change was brought up.
David told them about his progress so far and how he was looking forward to the Job Standard Test and of course basic training.
“Are you apprehensive about David’s career choice, Oliver?” Martin asked
“No, not really. I must admit when I think about some situations he may be placed in, I get a little nervous. But I’ve never seen him so happy and content, so I will learn to live with the nervous feelings.”
“Well, I can tell you, my friend, I’d be concerned if you weren’t nervous. Every morning when Ivan leaves for work, I say a small prayer that he will return to the safety of my arms. I am very proud of him and the work he does and like David, he is very happy about his career choice. And if you would grant me the permission to give you a little advice…”
“Of course, Martin. What pearls of wisdom do you wish to pass on to me?”
“Communication is the key. Make him discuss his day and the events that took place. Police officers have a tendency to keep the job to themselves. This causes tension in the home, so make him discuss it all; the good, the bad and the ugly. Let him know you are behind him one hundred percent and most of all, never leave the house angry with each other. If anything were to happen, you would regret angry words or actions till your dying days.”
“Thank you, my dear friend, your words are a comfort and I agree with them whole heartedly.”
David and Ivan sat silently as their Tops discussed their mutual careers and both were filled with pride and love as they listened to their Tops words.
The conversation then turned to the events of the next few days. While Ivan was helping David with his physical training and practice at the firing range, Oliver would become tour guide. Marin stated he wanted to visit the Statue of Liberty, Empire State Building, the famous Bronx Zoo, and of course, Ground Zero.
“Boy, Ollie, Martin is going to keep you busy,” David stated.
“That he is, but I don’t mind showing off my city to him. All those places sound great, but I thought we’d start off at my magazine first before going to various tourist locations. Then tomorrow evening, the boys can join us for a romantic carriage ride through Central Park before going over to their mutual friend, Elliot Porter’s home for dinner.
“Wonderful! Wonderful!” Martin smiled while raising his glass of wine for a toast. “Here’s to good friends, good times and best of luck to young David on his road to change.”
“Here, here!” the others replied while clinking their glassed together.
The two weeks went by very quickly. Oliver kept Martin busy gallivanting all around New York City, while Ivan made sure David was up for the challenge of the Job Standard Test. The young Russian police officer was a great instructor and he was thrilled when they got a pass to the firing range and members of the NYPD invited him to visit their main station, Police Plaza. He was even more thrilled to visit the CSI lab. He was amazed on how the TV show, CSI New York, captured the true essence of the lab and the people who worked in scene investigations. It was so real to him; he almost thought that he would run into Mac Taylor walking down the corridor. By the middle of the second week, Ivan decided David deserved a little R & R and inquired about a gay bar they could go to.
“There’s a great bar I heard about in Manhattan called ‘Rawhide’. I hear it’s friendly with a great atmosphere upstairs. I also heard that downstairs there is a little leather that comes into play”
“Oh, Davey, that sounds delicious. Let’s go there.”
“What did I hear about the Rawhide Bar?” Oliver asked as he walked into the kitchen.
“I was just telling Ivan about some gay bars in the city,” David answered with a gulp as he wasn’t aware that Oliver was in hearing distance of their conversation.
“Well let that be all you do about the Rawhide bar, young man. I don’t want you frequenting that place. It has a rough reputation.”
“How do you know, Ollie? Were you ever there?” David inquired.
“As a matter of fact, I was a few years ago; just to cover a story mind you. But what I saw taking place downstairs is no place I want you to be. Is that clear?”
“What did you see, Ollie?” David asked, his interest now peaked like never before.
“Never you mind; just mind my words and do not go there. Take him to the Eagle. That’s a great place, with great food and dancing.”
“But, Ollie, I want to go some where different. We always go the Eagle.”
“Fine; go to Gerry’s or Sirens but do not go to the Rawhide. Understood?”
“Understood,” David reluctantly stated. “Come on, Ivan. Let’s go shopping for some new duds so you’ll look extra sexy tonight.”
“Ivan,” Martin spoke up as the boys were about to depart. “I trust you to do the right thing while you are here and respect our host wishes. Is that clear?”
“Yes sir, perfectly.”
“Fine; now come here and give me a kiss before you go shopping.”
The two Brats gave their respective Tops kisses, grabbed their jackets from the closet and were off for their shopping spree.
“Oh, Ollie, is it okay if we stay downtown and grab a bite to eat, then go straight to the club instead of coming back here?”
“Sure; that makes sense. Have a good time, but remember not to stay out to late and keep your nose out of trouble. The last thing you need is to be arrested.”
“Oh, Ollie, sometimes you worry like an old mother hen. Don’t fret, everything will be just great.” Both Brats yelled ‘love you’ as they bolted out the door.
The shopping was fun and both men got some new skin-tight blue jeans and new shirts. They looked extra good as they walked into the restaurant. All the girls gave them second glances which pleased Ivan to no end. He even began to flirt with a couple of them just for the hell of it. He was having a tremendous time. He couldn’t wait to tell his buddies back home what a great place New York was. When the meal was over, they left the restaurant and started to walk down the street.
“Which way to the Eagle?” Ivan asked
“The hell with the Eagle, we’re going to the Rawhide,” David replied
“I don’t know, Davey; your Top made it quite clear we were not to go there.”
“Look, Ivan, I’ll never get another opportunity to go there after I get into the department, so I’m not going to pass up this chance now. You can go home if you want to, but I’m going with or without you.”
“Well to be honest with you, I’m quite curious about the place myself; especially after Oliver’s mysterious warnings.”
“Yeah, that’s what got me thinking too. Come on, it’s just down the block from here.”
“Do we need reservations or anything?”
“I sure hope not, but we’ll find out soon enough.”
As it turned out no reservations were necessary. The boys made their way down to the bar and after a couple of beers; Ivan led David to the dance floor. The music was pounding out from every nook and cranny and lights of all colors were blinking in rhythm to the various beats. After about an hour on the floor, David went back to the bar and started making inquiries about the downstairs portion of the bar.
“I don’t know about that, sweet cheeks,” the burly bartender smirked. “You look a little too fragile to go down there. Your partner on the other hand looks like he handled a whip or two in his time.”
“Don’t worry about me, darling,” David replied with a slight slur to his voice. The beers were starting to work on him.
“I’ve been disciplined by the best, let me tell you.”
“Ha-ha, sweet cheeks, there’s discipline and then there’s Rawhide’s brand of discipline.”
“Look, darling,” David was starting to become slightly agitated. “Just bring it on and I’ll show you what I’m made of.”
“Okay, but don’t say you weren’t warned.” Turning to a hulk of a man guarding a door just left of the bar, the bartender shouted above the music. “Hey, Charlie, take these two charming gentleman downstairs and introduce them to Guy.”
“Yes Sir, Mr. Warren. This way, gentlemen.”
Ivan and David followed the huge man down a circular staircase until they reached a dimly lit corridor. They walked down the corridor a bit then stopped to let the man knock on a gigantic leather door. He used a leather looking mallet to pound on the door three times, then waited a few seconds before pounding three more times.
The door silently opened and the man stood aside to allow Ivan and David to enter.
When they came through the threshold, they were greeted by two men clad only in a leather vest and jock cup.
Around their necks were silver studded collars with a brass ring attached to the middle like a dog harness. Before the two Brats could resist, they were stripped of their jeans, undershorts and socks. Leather G-strings were placed on their bodies as well as collars similar to those of the two men in front of them. The two leather clad men then each pulled out a leather leash and attached them to the brass rings on David and Ivan’s collars. Next, the two boys were led by the leash further into the room.
As his eyes adjusted, David saw various tables in different positions. On each table lay a young man on their stomachs, with their legs spread wide and ankles and wrists attached to the legs of the table by leather handcuffs.
“I think we’re in trouble, Ivan,” David whispered to his Russian friend.
The man holding David’s leash gave it a hard tug then slapped him hard on his bare buttocks. “Silence, slave; no one gave you permission to speak.”
‘Oh shit!’ David thought to himself. ‘This evening is not going to have a happy ending.’
They were each led to a table and made to bend over and were shackled down. Their shirts were unbuttoned and the ends were lifted up to expose their backs. They tried to struggle but the two men were much stronger than they so their efforts were futile.
“Master Guy,” the man at Ivan’s head spoke. “I give you new sacrifices for your amusement.”
“Thank you, my precious. Now let me take a look at what I have displayed before me.”
The man known as Guy walked around each table to inspect David and Ivan. His hands slid down their backs with a gentle touch and when he reached their very exposed buttocks, he scraped his nails over the delicate skin. He then reached down and gave their balls a gentle squeeze.
“Very nice, precious; you have brought me a great prize. I can tell by their unmarked skin that they are virgins to our world, so I will be gentle on them for tonight. But if they ever return, I can not promise the same restraint.”
David turned his head to look into the eyes of his friend. He was sure the fear he saw there, masked his own.
“Now, my two precious virgins, I will start with a leather paddle, then work my way up to the leather strap. Ready or not, here it goes.”
He moved in between the two tables and ordered the table to be lowered at their heads so David and Ivan’s butts were up in the air. Taking a paddle in each hand, he began to spank them both. At first the rhythm was soft and the paddle moved from cheek to cheek, but soon the paddle began to come down harder and harder until the two boys were gyrating in pain. They began to moan as they felt their bare butts begin to burn. After twenty swats each, Ivan and David’s bodies were covered in sweat and their gasps could be heard through out the room. Suddenly the paddling stopped.
David and Ivan then felt soft smooth hands running over their sore butts. They jumped slightly as cooling ice packs were placed on their skin, momentarily soothing the burn.
“That was very good, my little virgins. Now for the leather whip. Are you ready? Good!”
David and Ivan felt leather strips running down their backs and over and across their butts. The first crack of the whip hit them squarely in the middle of the back. It stung like crazy and both young men let out a yelp. The whip continued to fall on their backs and butts in a crisscross motion. They tried not to cry out, but after several minutes they couldn’t control themselves and almost in unison, they let out a loud moan. David almost wet himself when he felt his body being lifted up to expose his leather covered genitals. Guy lowered the whip and gave David then Ivan two small snaps of the leather on each of their balls. Next he took the whip handle and ran in up and down their ass cracks.
They both held their breaths in fear what was about to happen. But as suddenly as the discipline began, it was finished as Guy moved away from the table.
“Rub some cream on their wounds. Give them their cloths and let them go home. If they wish, give them a pass so they can return tomorrow night.”
When they were released from the table and helped to stand up, Guy returned once again to stand beside them. He gently brushed the sweat from their faces and gave them each a tiny kiss on both facial cheeks.
“I told you, my sweets, I was going to be gentle with you this time. I regret that you may be a little sore tomorrow but I promise you, there will be no scars and soon the pain will leave you.” With those words, he bid them good bye and disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.
David and Ivan were released from their collars; the leather G-strings removed and they were handed their clothes. They both hissed with pain as they got redressed. As quickly as their sore asses and back would allow, they ran up the stairs and out the door.
They didn’t stop running until they reached the garage park. David’s hands were shaking as he tried to get the key in the lock.
Finally, sitting in the safety of the automobile, they reached out and with arms around each other’s necks; they began to cry, finding comfort in their shared pain.
“Ivan?” David whispered in his friend’s ear. “How are we going to explain the marks on our backs and butts to our Tops?”
“We just don’t let them see us naked for a few days. I sleep in pyjamas, how about you?”
“I usually just sleep in my shorts, but I’ll wear a pair of PJ’s for a couple of days and tell Ollie I’m trying to sweat off those last pesky three pounds or so.”
“Ya, that will work. And if we can avoid them seeing us in the shower or getting dressed, we’ll have it made, as you Americans are fond of saying.”
Getting themselves under emotional control and convincing themselves that they could actually pull the wool over their Tops eyes, they began their journey home.
Maybe if they were lucky, their Tops got tired of waiting up and were in bed already. Unfortunately, as luck would have it, Oliver and Martin were still sitting around the kitchen table looking at Oliver’s portfolio when the two Brats walked in.
“Hi, boys, how was your night? Did you have fun?” Oliver asked, looking up from the pictures.
“It was great. But we’re both beat so we’re both going to wash up and then jump straight into bed.”
“You don’t want to stay up and share a nightcap with us?” Martin asked Ivan. “It is unlike you to retire so early.”
“Well, since it’s the last day for David’s training and since I am his trainer, I have to get up at the crack of dawn as he will be doing, so I better take advantage of a few hours sleep.”
“Very well, my dear, I will be up shortly.” The two Russians kissed and then Ivan walked slowly up the stairs, every step an agony.
“Hey, Ollie, may I borrow a pair of pyjamas?”
“Pyjamas, when did you suddenly decide to sleep in pyjamas? You always told me you found them restrictive.”
“I know, but when I was trying on my new jeans, Ivan made a comment that I had a few more pounds to loose. So I thought by sleeping with PJ’s and putting on a heavy blanket, I may be able to sweat off a pound or two.”
“I don’t think that will work, baby, but if you want to give it a try, go ahead. You know where I keep them; help yourself to a clean pair.”
“Thanks, Ollie; see you upstairs.”
David jumped into the shower and gave out a yelp as the water hit his back and buttocks. He was sure Ivan was feeling it too. ‘What a stupid idea that was,’ he thought to himself as he gently wiped himself off then slipped into a clean pair of soft cotton pyjamas.
He usually had to lie on his back to fall asleep, but of course that was impossible. So for the next hour he tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position. When Oliver walked into the room, he watched his partner thrashing about.
“Can’t get comfortable, baby?” he asked as he lay down next to his Brat.
“No. I guess it these damn pyjamas,” David lied once more.
“Oh, poor baby. Don’t worry, soon this damn training will be over,” Oliver said as he pulled David into a spooning position. He heard his Brat gasp in pain and he immediately pulled away.
“Hey, baby, what’s wrong? I don’t think I was holding you that tight, was I?”
“No, Ollie, you were holding me just right. It’s just that all this physical training Ivan is making me do, is finally taking a toll on my body.” David closed his eyes as another lie came from his lips.
Oliver began to rub his Brat’s back in a comforting gesture but the action had the opposite effect. David let out a loud yelp and sat up in bed.
“Okay, David, what’s going on? That was more than a yelp from sore muscles.”
David sat up in bed and was about to confess when a knock came on the door.
“Come in,” Oliver said.
The door opened and Martin, with Ivan in toe, entered the room.
“Oliver, I fear we have a problem on our hands.”
“Problem, Martin? What type of problem?”
“It seems our two little Brats had a little adventure this evening and they were going to do their best to keep it from us.”
“I knew it. I knew something was wrong. Well, young man, start talking,” Oliver stated, giving David a hard look.
Looking over at Ivan it was evident to David that he had already been punished by his Top. His nose was still runny and his eyes were red from shed tears. David also noticed that Ivan’s hands were still rubbing his now even sorer backside.
“We…..I mean Ivan and I….well we…..we …..”
“Spit it out, David. You what?”
“We went to the Rawhide bar and went downstairs.”
“You what?” Ollie shouted. “Even after I clearly told you not to?”
“Yes Sir. And, well, it was an experience, let me tell you. We ah….we ah …were introduced to a Master Guy and well, we got paddled and flogged.”
“You got paddled and flogged?” Oliver began to pace back and forth in front of the bed. “Strip right now, young man. I want to see the damage done to you.”
David felt his bottom lip begin to quiver as he pushed the blankets aside. Placing his feet on the floor and turning to face the wall, he slowly removed the pyjamas and shorts. He heard a short gasp coming from behind, followed by a few curse words as Oliver inspected the damage done to his back and backside.
Turning towards Martin, Oliver asked, “Is your Brat in the same shape as mine?”
“Almost; his backside is now a little redder however, as I feel David’s will be shortly.”
“You’re right about that, my friend. Now if you will excuse us, I have some discipline of my own to hand out.”
“Of course; I understand perfectly.” Turning to Ivan, Martin continued, “Come, my little Russian Minsk, we still have some talking to do.”
Oliver closed the door then slowly turned back towards David, whose whole body was shaking with remorseful sobs.
“Oh, Ollie, I know I deserve to be punished for disobeying you and going to that bar. Then to compound the trouble I was in, I tried to lie and cover up the fact that I had been there. But can it wait until my training is over?”
“No, David, it can’t. I’m very disappointed in you, young man. What came over you anyway?”
“I don’t know, I guess curiosity; or maybe the fact that if I make it thought the Academy I will never be able to frequent that type of establishment, or maybe it was a combination of things. But I know I did wrong and for that, I am deeply sorry.”
Oliver sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for David to lie over his lap. It took only a few hard spanks to have David crying again in both shame and pain. Thinking Oliver would hold back the strength of his slaps didn’t happen. As each slap hit his already tender skin, David let out a yelp until the slaps turned to a soft touch. David stood up and fell into Oliver’s arms.
Oliver fell back taking David with him. He held his partner close, rocking him back and forth until the tears subsided to be replaced by soft breathing as the young man cried himself to sleep.
The next morning after breakfast, Oliver told David he was to write an essay about the consequences of lying and covering up. Martin told Ivan he too had a writing assignment, but both were forgiven and that was all that mattered.
A few days later David found himself at the Police Academy preparing for the Job Standard Test. He was lead out to the field along with ten other potential cadets and after a few instructions from the lead instructor, the tests began. Ivan sat in the background with a stop watch in his hand to keep time of David’s progress. All though Oliver wanted to attend it was not permitted. Ivan got special permission only because he was a Police Officer himself.
The first test was the Barrier Surmount. David, from a kneeling weapon-ready position, had to sprint fifty feet and surmount a six foot barrier. The Stair Climb was next where David had to proceed from the Barrier Surmount to a six stair climb system and complete three over-and-back traverses. Physical Restraint Simulation followed as David proceeded from the Stair Climb to a controlled-force tactics and training device which measured his ability to resist or control force in a physical restraint situation. From there David proceeded to the Pursuit Run where he had to run/jog around a pattern of cones for approximately six hundred feet. From there he went to the next location which was called the Victim Rescue in which a simulated victim rescue involving a thirty-five foot drag of a one hundred and seventy pound mannequin occurred.
Finally, came the last test; the Trigger Pull. David had to proceed from the Victim Rescue station to a trigger pull station. He had to pick up an inoperative firearm, hold the firearm within a nine-inch diameter metal ring and pull the trigger sixteen times with the dominant hand and fifteen times with the non-dominant hand. Once inserted, the firearm must remain within the metal ring for the completion of the trigger pull cycles.
After this test was concluded the timing was stopped and each candidates’ time was checked to ensure that all tests were completed within the four minutes, twenty eight seconds allotted.
When David finished shooting the last of the fifteenth round with his left hand, Ivan looked down at the stop watch. A huge smile came over his face as he looked at David’s time. The young American had finished the whole test in four minutes and nineteen seconds. The hard training had paid off. The look on David’s face let Ivan know that he too knew he had finished well below the needed time.
The prospective future Police Officers were thanked for coming and were told the results of their tests would be sent to the Police Commissioner, who in turn would inform them by a phone call in the next twenty four hours if they had made it to the Academy.
Ivan was waiting for David in the parking lot and both embraced before heading home. David thanked Ivan for all his help. They sped home to share the results of the test with their Tops. Ivan knew by experience this was going to be the longest twenty-four hours of David’s life as he waited for that phone to ring.
David didn’t have to wait that long. At eleven am exactly, the phone rang. It was the Commissioner asking David if he could be in his office by eleven-thirty. David said he could and asked if he could bring Oliver along. The Commissioner stated he had no problem with Oliver accompanying him. Ivan and Martin both wished David luck then went over to Elliot’s to await the news.
David was a very nervous on the drive there but he also felt in his heart, he had passed all the tests and he was well on his way to fulfilling his dream. His instructs were right on the barrel.
The Commissioner stood up and shook both the men’s hands when they were lead into his office. After serving coffee, the Commissioner got right down to business. He informed David he had the highest average of all the potential cadets and that because of his background in negotiations, after completing his basic training, he would be sent to Quantico, Virginia where he would partake in the FBI’s classes in hostage negotiations. David was told that although he would be trained in the basics at the Academy, the Commissioner wanted him to obtain a higher grade of training that only the FBI could offer. David was ecstatic. He jumped to his feet and after giving Oliver a huge hug, he held out his hand to the head of the NYPD. He thanked him graciously and promised him he would not let him, himself or the department down.
Oliver smiled as the Commissioner let out a small chuckle because he was sure this man had heard that exact statement thousands of times. But knowing his Brat the way he did, he knew David would fulfill that promise.
When they arrived back home, David and Oliver along with Martin, Ivan, Elliot and his new partner went out for a celebratory dinner then for a romantic carriage ride in Central Park.
The next day before taking Ivan and Martin to the airport, they stopped off at Ground Zero. Each man bowed their heads in silence as they were caught up in their own thoughts of what occurred in this place just eight short years ago.
At JFK, hugs were shared as well as departing gifts. All four men agreed it was a great visit and promised that they would stay in touch.
Back at the Brownstone and finally alone, David and Oliver made sweet love to each other and fell contently asleep in each others arms.
It would be a few weeks before they could be together again, because David had to move into the barracks to complete his basic training. While in Virginia, he could stay in a hotel or apartment, so Oliver made arrangements with a friend he knew in Washington, to sublet an apartment there so the two partners could be together.
Life was about to become very exciting for the pair, but they were both up for the challenge of David’s career change.
The End
