Pleasing Master Hans

Pleasing Master Hans
Congressman Roger Malvern exited the Ethics Committee meeting and
walked to where his office was. It had now been three days since
Simone had put that damned thing on Roger's cock! Sheila had taken it
pretty well when he'd shown it to her at home. Curious, really. "You
like having this thing on your dick, honey?" Sheila had asked as she'd
lifted the plastic cock-device up and ran her fingers along his
testicles.

Roger had patiently tried to explain Simone's ideas. "I think she's
being a little ridiculous to have a chastity device put on me, it's
not as if I'm some sort of tom cat, you know." Sheila looked at him
suspiciously. "You better not be! I can't believe I'm not more upset
that you let this woman take your pants down and lock this thing on
your dick,but I guess you didn't really have sex, did you?" It had
actually grown rather painful having Sheila poke and prod Roger's
cock, as she was in her beige bra and panties at the time. Roger had
begun getting rather excited, and they'd begun necking like teenagers,
but as he forced Sheila down for a screw, he realized he couldn't take
off the belt, and Sheila had laughed.

Roger had ended up going down on Sheila that night, because he had to
have some sort of sexual outlet. He'd  licked her all over, her
breasts, her neck and flat little stomach and her inner thighs, as his
cock had surged frustratedly against the cruel plastic device, and
then he'd returned again and again to the vagina to give Sheila five
or six orgasms. "I am starting to like that plastic thing!" Sheila had
crowed,  and Roger had grunted, and then he'd turned over and gone to
sleep,or hoped to,but as his contented wife had snored, Roger Malvern
laid awake, his poor, bloated penis swelling against the annoying
metal and plastic device and oh, was it awful!

And the security guards had given him quite a time when he'd enter the
metal detectors at the Dirksen and Hart and Longworth buildings. "I
just have metal in my shoes." he'd begun as the electronic gates would
go off, sensing his metal prison...and then he'd gone through with no
shoes on, and then of course the cock lock had continued to make the
sensors beep until Roger had bribed his doctor to give him a note
stating that he had metal plates in his head from Vietnam. All this,
in the space of three days since Simone had returned to town!

Now Roger entered his office, and Mitzi, his aged secretary, looked up
at him. "You have a  visitor in the next room, Congressman Malvern. A
nice young man." Roger looked at Mitzi suspiciously. "You let someone
in my office? Is he a lobbyist?" Mitzi smiled. "No, but he said he was
on your Blue List, and so as you've often said, Blue Listers are
allowed to enter your office at will, isn't that right sir?" Roger
breathed. He had created the Blue List for  the various women he'd had
sexual liaisons with--call girls would drop by and he'd frolick with
them, occasionally he'd have a domme come in and tie him to the office
sofa to give him a little harmless "torture".

Simone had been on the "Blue List" for years, and when she'd been in
town, quite often she would come by and behind closed doors, some
quite interesting activities would ensue--hell, to have her over,
Roger would cancel any business meetings he had to get some marvelous
"punishments" from the raven haired vixen. But she hadn't been by, as
far as Roger could tell, he wouldn't be seeing her until next
Wednesday, when he and Sheila were showing up for their "session."
Certainly a man had never been a Blue Lister.

"I'll get to the bottom of this!" Roger said, annoyed. "He seemed like
a very nice young man." Mitzi said mildly as Roger opened the door and
strode into his inner office. Sitting at his desk was a tall young man
with a blond crewcut, having a bit of Roger's port in one of his
brandy glasses."You are a bit late, Congressman Malvern" the young man
commented in a thick German accent. "I have been sitting here awhile
now."
 "Excuse me, who are you?" Roger asked. "What are you doing in my
office, drinking my liquor?"

"I am Hans." the young man replied smoothly. "I was sent here by
Simone Kendall. She is displeased with you, sir." Roger was startled.
"Simone-Simone sent you here?" The young man laughed, and flexed his
shoulders. He was an extraordinarily well built young fellow, nicely
clad in a jacket and turtleneck sweater. "Mrs. Kendall is disappointed
in you, sir. You were to deliver her 1,000 lines yesterday, and they
were to read "I will learn to be an obedient chastity slut". and Mrs.
Kendall states that she only received 884 lines, sir."
Roger's face burned as he heard the "obedient chastity slut" part. Who
the hell was this kid to tell him what to do? He'd done the 1,000
lines the first two days perfectly,and what a drag it had been--hell,
today's lines had partially been written while he'd been in the damn
Ethics Committee hearing. The witness had looked somewhat alarmed as
Congressman Malvern had been scribbling, thinking these copious notes
were going to do the witnesses cause some harm,but indeed all it had
been was over and over again, "I will learn to be an obedient chastity
slut",  and certainly, Malvern had been terrified one of his aides
might look over his shoulder!

Roger coughed. "Well, uh, I have 1,000 lines today, if that will be
any help." He smiled and proffered the sheafs of paper to the young
man. "How's this? I'll do another two hundred tonight and you can take
these to her now?" Roger gave Hans his charming grin that had
bewitched Wyoming voters for fifteen years. Hans held up his hand "No,
you can certainly send those lines by courier, Congressman
Malvern--they are your lines for today. But there is still the account
from yesterday, and Mrs. Kendall has instructed me to deal with it.
Disrobe, please."

Roger Malvern stepped back. "What?" He gritted his teeth. "Look here,
young man, I'm not up for a bunch of games from you." His voice rose.
"I'm a very busy man, and Simone is a dear friend of mine,but I hardly
think she would have the nerve to send a young pup like you--to--" The
young man arose, still smiling. "Mrs. Kendall felt that you should
understand, sir, that if you cannot comply with her policies regarding
the counseling, that she will terminate the relationship and return to
the Island. Indeed, she will return your deposit, should you not be
interested in further dealings,but if you wish to continue, you must
disrobe now, and accept your punishment for not finishing your lines
from yesterday, sir."

Roger gasped. "But-but why isn't Simone herself here?" That would be
nice, being punished by his hot Miss Simone. Certainly, her
punishments were painful and at times quite unpleasant,but  Simone was
at least, quite a beautiful woman! "Mrs. Kendall believes that a male
punisher will keep you from being so distracted--I-my English" The
young man shook his head apologetically. "She say you will be made to
listen if your dick not-ah."Hans shook his head again. "I
understand."Roger shook his head. What the bitch meant was, it would
be a much worse punishment for him coming from this sexless young
man...not to mention that Hans looked quite strong!

Roger looked into the outer office, giving Mitzi and George, his chief
of staff the pleasing news that they could take the afternoon off.
"Just go out for about three hours, or do as you like for the rest of
the day." Roger locked the office door and looked at the smiling young
man, and sighing, he undid his tie, and then took off the rest of his
clothes, stripping down to the hated chastity device. Hans smiled and
motioned Roger to approach him. "Mrs. Kendall has required that I
examine your cock device, sir, so you will have to be handcuffed.
Roger sighed, and put his hands behind his back, where Hans clicked
them.

Hans then unlocked Roger's chastity belt and took it off, and dropped
to one knee and began touching and stroking Roger's cock. Mortified,
Roger tried to close his eyes, ignoring this very homoerotic
experience. But he felt his cock growing hard under Hans's nimble
fingers.
As Hans carefully examined Roger's dick, Roger tried once again to
pretend it wasn't happening. But his erection, having been neglected
for three nights of servicing Sheila with no release was in full
flower now. Hans had a surprisingly gentle manipulation of it as he
pulled and stroked Roger's shaft softly. "Are you homosexual?" Hans
asked Roger curiously. "No! Not at all!" Roger replied stiffly. "You
seem to enjoy thees. You would like to suck my penis?" Hans smiled up
at Roger, who blanched. "No! No, that's not my thing, I'm afraid."
Roger laughed hollowly, willing his penis to deflate.

"Well, your dick looks to be unharmed by chastity belt, I put this in
report to Mrs. Kendall." Hans said with some satisfaction. "Now is
time for punishment." Roger watched with some trepidation as Hans
arose, removing his tweed jacket and turtleneck sweater. In a tight
white T-shirt, Hans was a model of muscle, not bulging, but certainly
in excellent form. He would give, Roger expected, a much more
energetic beating than a woman like Simone could—though her floggings
were quite vicious and  had often brought many tears to his eyes!
"It's all in the wrist—like fly fishing" Simone had explained once at
the Volcano Bondage Society when she'd been doing a   Flagellation
Seminar demonstration on Roger with a cat o' eighteen tails.

Hans reached into an open suitcase sitting on Roger's desk and pulled
out a large, thick wooden paddle. "Eh"?" Hans nodded approvingly
towards the paddle, smiling as if he were trying to sell Roger a
sailboat. "Is called the  Thudder, this paddle." Hans waved the
Thudder experimentally through the air. Roger winced. It had been many
years since he'd had a session, a real session that wasn't just play
acting with a hackneyed blonde pseudo-domme hooker. This looked fairly
serious, Hans and the Thudder.

What could  he do to get out of this? My God, what if the press burst
in? Him standing naked, with his dick hanging out in front of this
muscular German waving  the paddle around. Congressman Roger Malvern,
who had been assuring the public on C-Span just the night before that
the Democrats really were family values oriented…Malvern who blasted
gay marriage? Oh God. If this were discovered, it would be one helluva
  headline for the Drudge Report. Roger watched Hans with trepidation
as the young man waved the paddle back and forth happily.

Hans was such a German type with his Aryan looks and blond crewcut,
Roger Malvern thought. With growing horror Roger remembered confessing
once to Simone that his grandfather had been an Austrian rebbe fleeing
from the Nazis. "Although my dad converted us to Episcopalianism when
he married Mom, an Irish Gentile, I've always had nightmares about the
SS and concentration camps." Roger had told the sympathetic Simone.
But Simone remembered everything, and had always had a pipeline to
Roger's terrors.

Roger recalled Grandpa Malwicz's contempt when Dad had changed their
names to the more Gentile sounding Malvern. "You cannot hide from your
past, my cowardly son" the old man had said. "It will come after you."
But the voters had never questioned Roger's roots, nor had his
father's business associates…but now his past was coming after him, in
the form of this friendly, grinning Aryan waving the thick wooden
Thudder.

Hans came close to Roger, smiling even more. "Now you will bend over
the sofa." Hans gestured to the armrest of Roger's couch. Roger's
stomach somersaulted. "Look here, Hans. What would it be worth to you
just to let this thing go---" Roger laughed heartily, but it had a
hollow sound. "I mean, this isn't fun kinky punishment at all, and I'm
not enjoying myself. What say I give a donation to your favorite
charity, got lots of greenbacks in that desk of mine---PAC money. And
you just tell Simone you gave me a thrashing?" The Congressman smiled
gamely at Hans.

Hans smiled back at Roger. "You would like to give me money? It is
here in this desk?" Roger grinned back. "Yes,   most  definitely. Just
unlock me, and I'll get dressed and give you two hundred—no five
hundred! Five hundred dollars   that I just got the other night from
the North   American Fuel Alliance." Now he was in control of
everything, Roger Malvern thought. I'll get this lunatic out of here,
and what will Simone know? Nothing, if the Kraut keeps his mouth shut.
"Where is key?" asked Hans.

Roger smiled, showing his teeth. "Well,why don't you use your key to
unlock me first?" What was truly troubling was that Roger was still
quite erect. His penis hadn't gone down a bit. "No, you give me key to
drawer!" Hans said, with a bigger smile. Leaning over, Hans slapped
the Thudder across Roger's left cheek WHACK! Oh, the sting! Tears came
to Roger's eyes. He wasn't sure but a splinter from the damn thing
might have lodged itself in his cheek.

 Oh, Jesus. Anything to get out of this. "The key is in my suit
jacket, over there." Hans went over to where Roger had discarded his
clothes, and went through Roger's jacket, finding a set of keys, and
tried them in the drawer, finding the right one on his second attempt.
"This is the right drawer, Congressman Malwicz? I mean Malvern?" Oh my
God. "Yes, yes." Roger stuttered. He might not get out of here alive.
She'd told him! Roger had read in horror of neo-Nazi shit in the
papers, and God knows what would happen here if he didn't give this
lunatic the money and get un-handcuffed FAST.

Hans pulled out a white envelope which contained two thousand dollars.
Roger's intent had been to take five hundred out of it, and present it
to Hans, and then to dismiss him quickly. But Hans opened the envelope
and looked at the cash, and then put the entire thing in his pants
pocket. "Thank you so much, Congressman." Roger huffed, "Well, wait
you can't—" Hans waved the paddle again, landing it once again on
Roger's right cheek this time WHACK!  Roger gritted his teeth. "You
talk much too much, Congressman Malvern. American politicians are how
you say? Long winded?" Hans smiled.

 "So now you'll unlock me? Why don't you.." Malvern choked  as Hans
once again gesture to the arm-rest. "Now you will bend over the sofa."
Malvern almost shrieked. "But I just gave you two thousand dollars to
unlock me? What's wrong with you?" Hans looked confused. "No, no you
say you want to give money to my favorite charity. I give to
Children's Hospital, which helped my baby seester with cornea
operation. Is that not what you wanted?" Hans' blue eyes were open in
seeming astonishment. Roger tried to smile. "No, that's a nice way of
saying I'm giving you a gift, in return for your cooperation in
letting me loose, don't you know?" Roger was sweating now. Was this
man a complete idiot?

"Oh, you bribe me."Hans nodded, still smiling. "Yes!" Roger said, too
eagerly. "And-and maybe there's more where that came from—some time."
If he could just get unlocked and his clothes on, he'd call security.
This was insane. But as Roger looked down, his cock was near to
bursting. Hans looked at Roger's cock too, and smiled still more.
"Miss Simone authorize me to give you fifty whacks with Thudder. That
is suitable punishment for not writing all your lines."

 "But she say, if you threaten or bribe, it is one hundred whacks, and
another twenty-five with cat." Hans looked in the suitcase and pulled
out Simone's old coiled cat o' eighteen tails. Roger remembered it
well, he'd almost gone into shock at the Flagellation Seminar and had
later gotten four stitches on his inner thigh. And she'd only hit him
ten times with the cat o' eighteen tails then. (Of course ten times
eighteen is oh God)

"So, is bribe or gift for my charity?" Hans asked again, smiling. "Oh,
a gift, Master Hans." Roger said hurriedly. "I am fully in support of
Children's Hospital, and I hope you can donate it to them, and of
course I expect my full punishment of only fifty whacks, sir."
Perspiration ran down Roger's face. He breathed a sigh of relief when
Hans put the cat back in the suitcase.  Roger sighed as Hans picked up
the paddle again, waving it sunnily, his cheerful smile once again in
evidence. Roger moved to the armrest mechanically, bending over. Oh,
he hoped it wouldn't be too miserable.

"Ach, I forget some-sing" Hans said in his odd pronunciation. "Stand
back from couch, please."  Hans halted Roger with his hand and  went
into the suitcase, pulling out a peculiar looking chain in a Y shape.
Two longer ends of the chain enjoined into one thicker end, and at the
ends of the first two chains were vicious little clamps. "Oh, I can't
do clamps" Roger protested feebly. "My nipples are too sensitive now.
Simone used to use them on me quite frequently, but my doctor—I can't,
really." Roger backed up as Hans approached with the chains, still
smiling.

God, he has such a ghastly smile, Roger thought. Suddenly, Hans
reached out and grasped the middle aged legislator tightly by the
scalp and pulled him close. Grinning, Hans whispered. "You are quite a
taxing submissive, Malwicz. You irritate your Uncle Hans, Ja?" Roger
choked. "You must stand still for the clamps now, sir." Goddamnit, he
didn't have to take this. He was a United States Congressman. "Look,
I'm going to scream for security. Are you aware of my position?"

Hans grinned widely and tightened his grasp on Roger's scalp,pulling
it back so Roger had to stare up into the fluorescent office lights.
Just as Roger's eyes were starting to sting, Hans turned Roger's head
towards him. Smiling, Hans said softly, "Perhaps I  push you out in
hallway of House Longworth Building for all the other congressmen and
congressional aides-- pretty office girls to see—what a crybaby you
are. That will help in next years re-election, ja?" Roger could hear
Hans' German accent thickening as the young man spoke even more softly
in his ear.
 "You don't know how much trouble you are in, son." Roger said, using
the steady tone he'd used with Arafat, Edwin Meese, Bork  and so many
other so-called threateners. Roger felt his head turned even closer to
Hans' leering face. Hans spoke again "I am diplomat's son and Phi Beta
Kappa graduate of Georgetown University, it is doubtful that I am
deported or even jailed for making a fool of you." Hans considered.
"Perhaps I take pictures of you to send press, yes? Or will you stand
still for clamps like a good boy?"

Dumbly, Congressman Roger Malvern held still for the clamps, which
felt as if they would tear off his nipples as Hans carefully put them
on. Then, Hans attached a five pound weight to the single chain that
enjoined the clamp chains, and Roger had to close his eyes, muttering
Buddhist chants to withstand the horrific drag on his tender tits.
Roger felt as if his chest was about to be ripped into the ground.

Suddenly, his eyes still closed, Roger felt an especial drag on his
nipples, and opened them in horror to find Hans gaily hitting the five
pound weight with the paddle he called the Thudder. As Roger batted
the weight, Roger struggled in vain against his cuffs.  "I practice my
tennis serve" explained the boy happily. "Please…Master…Hans…mercy,
Sir." Roger got out in a hoarse voice. Finally, Hans stopped swinging
the Thudder.

Clapping Roger on the back, which of course jounced the weight yet
again, Hans explained " You see, Congressman Malvern, when Mrs.
Kendalls says she demands 1,000 sentences a day, that is what she
wants. She is a woman of her word." Roger nodded silently, a tear
rolling down his cheek. "Now you will bend over the couch please."
Hans gesticulated again, and Roger moved slowly to the couch and bent
over once more.

Hans moved slowly to Roger's back, and noted his erection was pressing
out between his legs. "Oh, this is not good. Mrs. Kendall did not want
to have this be a sexual experience, she say, and your pee-pee is
still hard, even though a man is here disciplining you." Hans shook
his head. "You must be somewhat of a faggy-boy, Congressman." Roger
didn't bother to deny this, it was all too much. "Can you make this
penis soft for Hans, please?"

Roger tried hard, thinking of baseball scores, Subcommittee hearing
testimonies, various filibusters he'd sat through, Orrin Hatch's face,
but nothing seemed to be calming his rampant erection. "You are not
obeying Hans." The young man sounded displeased for the first time
since he'd come in the office an hour before. Hans walked to where a
chart and pointer were sitting, and picked up the pointer, slashing it
through the air. He then moved back to Roger's behind and took Roger's
erect, large penis with one hand, toying with it, and then let go of
it and SWACK SWACK SWACK!

Hans had perfect aim, it seemed and the pointer landed three times
sharply, right on Roger's glans, at the very tip of his penis. Roger's
eyes rolled back in his head and he screamed. "Oh no, you mustn't
shout." Hans went into the suitcase again and pulled out a ball gag,
locking this around Roger's head. "That is all we need, a lot of
disruption." Hans gagged Roger and returned to operations with the
pointer. SWACK SWACK SWACK SWACK! Finally Roger's penis was limp, and
Hans seemed satisfied. "Very good. You understand   Mrs. Kendall
cannot have any sexual pleasure coming from this." Hans explained this
earnestly.

"And now, finally, we give you the Thudder." Hans picked up the thick
wooden paddle and lifted it above Roger's quivering bottom. WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! Hans methodically landed the paddle fifty times,
alternating from the right cheek to the left, and words cannot
describe Roger's pain. In addition to the slams from the paddle, the
jouncing of Roger's body was causing the five pound weight at the end
of the chain from his nipples to bounce, and he screamed in vain
against his gag. After twenty-five whacks, Hans paused. "My goodness,
your bottom looks very red, Malwicz." Roger winced at the name.

"Are you ashamed of your heritage, Malwicz?" Hans chucked Roger under
the chin as he bent over the couch, weeping through his gag. Hans
strolled over to the suitcase and pulled out what looked to be a
beanie cap like Roger had worn as a freshman in Alpha Tri Zeta, back
at Princeton in 1964. "This is yarmulke, my Raveh." Hans said gently.
Roger gasped. Raveh had been his Hebrew name just before he'd
converted with the family to Episcopalianism! But he wasn't Jewish,
Roger wanted to protest, his mother was a Gentile so he wasn't
technically—He could see his grandfather's contemptuous look again.

Roger felt Hans put the yarmulke on the back of his head, and return
to his behind. Hans lifted the paddle again, and gave Roger the final
twenty-five whacks. SLAM! SLAM! WHACK! WHACK! Finally, it was over.
Hans put the Thudder back in the suitcase, and gently helped Roger up,
his face looking concerned. "It was a harsh punishment, ja?" Hans
unlocked Roger's handcuffs, and removed his ball gag tenderly, and
took off the nipple clamps. "You must stand still while I replace the
cock-cage." Roger stood still and Hans locked the cock cage back on.
Hans stood up again. "Was it so bad liebchen?" he asked
affectionately.

Roger began crying softly and Hans took Roger's silver head in his
hands. "I-I'm so sorry I didn't do the lines, Master." Roger sobbed as
Hans stroked his hair. "There there, Raveh, you are a goot boy, no?
This help you learn what your priorities are, yes? You will not
neglect lines again, Raveh." Roger nodded and sobbed against the
German's shoulder. It was such a relief—he hadn't cried like this
since his tenth year. Certainly his parents had never physically
punished Roger; indeed, they'd given him whatever he liked…this was a
new experience. He was contrite.

"Now you will write your two hundred remaining lines, while Uncle Hans
has a cigarette yes?" Hans smiled and propped his feet on the table,
and Roger bent on his knees and wrote the lines he had neglected the
day before and handed them to Hans. Hans smiled, and put them in his
briefcase. "You may dress now, Congressman Malvern, and perhaps I will
not have to visit you again?"

 "Wait." Roger begged. "What is it?" Hans asked with his familiar
smile. "Will you let me—" Roger pointed at Hans' crotch. "Please?"
Hans smiled again and unbuckled his belt. He had put his turtleneck
and jacket back on, but he unzipped his pants and dropped them, and
sat back down in the chair, lighting another cigarette as Raveh
Malwicz moved his head between Hans' legs, taking Hans' long pink
penis between his eager lips.
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