I WAS RAY VECCHIO'S SEX SLAVE

*DREAMS? #10*
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I WAS RAY VECCHIO'S SEX SLAVE

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*By GILDA LILY*
WARNING: Well, the title about says it all, but for the anal among
you: NC-17 for graphic m/m sex (a *lot* of it!), BDSM, naked Mountie
slaves, green-eyed Italian Masters, spread legs, gleaming handcuffs,
whips, chains and pleading.
Evil Twin Gilda Lily has gone off into a new direction with this
series and plans to keep on twistin' and turnin' as the mood strikes
her. Comments can be made to Good Twin Jeannie Marie at:
jeanniemarie@sprintmail.com.
Disclaimer: Alliance-owned, for otters' sake.
(c) September 24, 1998
*I*
*THE CLAIMING*

*Benny sighed happily as he walked hand-in-hand with Ray in the
park. Dief gamboled up ahead, chasing an errant balloon as the wind
blew off the lake.

Frannie and Elaine were off on their honeymoon, and the wedding
madness had subsided. Benny was back to wearing pants again and putting
away Miss Fraser's dresses, but he would take them out again when he
felt the urge. Here in this dream, the urge was bound to come again.

Ray smiled at his happy Mountie. Dreaming suited Benny. He was
more relaxed and open, and Ray was reaping the benefits.

Benny looked over and smiled at him, and Ray squeezed his hand.
He drew his Canadian to him and kissed him, delighting in their freedom
to do so openly. He slipped his tongue inside and Benny moaned softly,
cupping Ray's buttocks. Their bodies ground together, and Ray gently
lowered his lover to the ground, kissing him thoroughly as he busily
unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his chest. He sucked on hardening
nipples, Benny tossing his head back and forth with eyes closed, and
Ray's long coat spread out and covered them as he quickly unzipped their
pants and pushed them and underwear down, their cocks touching. Benny
groaned as Ray increased his pace, and the Italian's tongue plunged into
his lover's mouth again. He plundered it with a skill long-practiced,
then drew back, licking his lips.

Benny looked at him questioningly, and Ray noticed a couple several
yards away. An idea jolted up in his consciousness and he said to a
passerby, "Hold him down, will you?"

The passerby, a young redhead of about twenty, eagerly accepted.
To Benny's astonishment, his wrists were firmly grasped and Ray draped
his legs over his shoulders and began to thrust. The stranger's hands
quickly moved to Benny's arms for a better grip, and the sound of
slapping flesh reverberated in the clear morning air as the people
enjoying themselves in the park hardly glanced over. Ray was close to
coming, and then his seed spilled into Benny with the Mountie's coming
seconds later. He panted and lay on top of Benny for a moment, the
stranger back to holding the Mountie's wrists. Ray then sat up and the
redhead silently asked a question and Ray nodded. It was the second
time that Benny felt astonishment as the man leaned over and kissed him
thoroughly, then released him and stood up.

"Thanks, man."

"You're welcome. And thank you."

As the redhead walked away, Benny spluttered, "Ray...what...!"

Ray cupped Benny's cheek and crooned, "Relax, baby. I got started
just a little early, that's all."

"What?" Benny was thoroughly confused.

"You see that couple over there?" Benny twisted around and saw a
fully-clothed man holding the chain of a naked kneeling man. His eyes
grew big. "Y...yes."

"How about it, Benny-love? Will you sell yourself to me? Not for
just the day and night or a weekend, but for a whole week?"

Benny's groin stirred at the thought. He and Ray had played
bondage games in the waking world. It had been awhile, in fact.

"Yes, Ray," he said softly, and Ray grinned and kissed him.

"Let's go home then and get your collar on."

They dressed and Ray helped Benny up and called for Dief, who came
running. The wolf sniffed the air and knew what had taken place. If
he'd been human, Ray would have sworn that he was shaking his head.

"C'mon, Fuzzface, I want to claim my prize."

The three of them went home.*

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*II*
*"TO SERVE MY MASTER"*

*Ray walked up ahead of Benny to the apartment, Dief wagging his
tail as he bounded up the stairs ahead of both of them. Once inside the
apartment, Ray turned, his eyes dark and his long coat swirling around
his slender body.

"Why are you standing there like you're on guard duty? You know
what to do."

Benny realized that he had been staring (Ray was incredibly sexy
in that coat), and quickly began to strip. It was a rule when they'd
played this game in the waking world: Benny had to be naked whenever
they were alone. He finished undressing and sank to his knees, crossing
his wrists behind his back as he bowed his head, keeping his thighs wide
apart, another rule that Ray was iron-clad about. He waited, his
breathing loud in his own ears as he listened to Ray move around. The
clanking of chains reverberated around the spartan apartment, and Ray
snapped the collar around Benny's neck and the manacles around his
wrists. He linked them together and walked away.

"Look up."

Benny obeyed. He saw Ray slouched in a chair in the middle of the
room, his cock out and long fingers fondling it. Benny's own cock
jumped.

"Get over here."

Benny obeyed as quickly as he could, scrabbling on the hard wooden
floor. He was in front of his Master in seconds, eyes wide and
expectant. Ray cupped his head and shoved his face hard against his
groin. Benny breathed deeply in the scent of his lover.

"Do it," Ray growled, and Benny immediately began to lick and suck
the turgid cock, taking it deep into his throat as Ray tugged on his
hair. His own cock was purple/rosy with desire, bobbing up and down as
he serviced his Master.

Ray came in a glorious burst, his seed spilling down his slave's
throat, then he waited until Benny released his cock and shoved the
Canadian away. Benny landed with a surprised "Oof!" on his back, his
cock still in desperate need. Ray took out his handkerchief and cleaned
himself up, then pulled up his pants and zipped them. Still fully
clothed, he stood beside his slave's naked body and smiled down at him.

"Please, Master," Benny begged, arching his back and hips,
offering himself as his penis demanded attention.

Ray brushed the fold of his coat over his slave's sensitive
cockhead, and Benny cried out. Ray walked away, Benny moaning in
frustration as he rolled onto his side. Ray turned and swiftly rolled
Benny onto his back with his foot.

"You know the rules," Ray said coldly.

Benny gasped as he spread his legs. He had to keep wide apart at
all times. His Master said that a slut had to be ready to serve his
Master at any time.

Ray fed and watered Dief, who had seen this game many times and
no longer thought it was an attack. He yawned and settled in for a long
sleep as Ray walked over to his slave, whose blue eyes were pleading for
release.

Ray tugged on the collar chain and Benny got up with a slight
assistance from the Italian, then walked to the bedroom and lay down
upon it, keeping his thighs wide. His chest heaved with anticipation as
Ray sat on the bed, running a long finger up the underside of the
swollen shaft. Benny moaned, squirming as he desperately tried to
entice Ray to go further. Ray teased the cockhead with his tongue, then
withdrew as Benny whimpered, tears beginning to spill.

Ray stood up and slowly undressed, the sounds of his slave's
desperation filling the room. He was soon nude, gazing down at his
possession, then he opened the nightstand drawer and drew out a jar of
cream. He applied it to himself and to Benny's anus, the groans growing
louder, and then he climbed on the bed. He draped Benny's legs over his
shoulders and leaned down, brushing his cheek against his slave's
weeping cock.

"Just what a slut like you needs: to get fucked."

He slammed home, Benny crying out. The rhythm was hard and fast,
long strokes sending jolts of pleasure through Benny's body, and his
cock began to spurt, covering his Master in pearly-white semen. His
Master came deep within him, and then he drew out, Benny panting in
exhaustion. Once Ray had regained his breath, he slapped Benny lightly
on the cheek and said, "Clean me off, whore."

Benny struggled to his knees and started licking the semen off
Ray's furry chest. When his tongue brushed against a nipple, Ray
shuddered. The Italian cupped his slave's head and encouraged him to
suckle him. They wound up lying flat on the bed, Benny obeyed every
order that his Master gave him, and they spiralled up into an afternoon
of wild frenzy...
* * * * * *
Benny lay contentedly under Ray's slender body that was draped
over his own. He was spread-eagled and chained to the small cot, and
as he listened to the sounds of the city outside his window, he knew
that there was no place that he would rather be.*

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*III*
*SPREAD EAGLE*

*Benny awoke, aware of Ray's weight on his body. Ray stirred, too,
and grinned lazily.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, Ray."

He gasped as a sharp tug on his nipple was followed by, "*What*
did you say?"

"I'm sorry. Good morning, *Master*."

Satisfied, Ray rolled off him and padded off to the bathroom.
Benny waited patiently, watching as Ray went to the kitchen and started
coffee. His Master returned and unchained him, allowing him to sit up.

"Get to the bathroom, then come out to the kitchen."

"Yes, Master." He jumped slightly as Ray gave his fanny a whack as
he left the bedroom.

After taking care of business, he walked into the kitchen, the
collar's chain links slapping him on the butt as he moved. He
immediately started to fix breakfast as Ray was sitting at the kitchen
table in his dark-green silk robe and reading yesterday's paper. Dief
was happily munching on his breakfast.

After breakfast was ready, Benny placed the plate of waffles on
the table beside Ray, poured him coffee, then knelt beside his chair on
a red velvet pillow that Ray had purchased for just this reason. His
wrists were crossed behind him, legs apart, and he waited.

Ray absently took a bite of one of the waffles after pouring maple
syrup on it, then he sipped his coffe while still reading the paper. He
cut another piece and brought the fork to Benny's mouth, his slave
gratefully taking it.

The breakfast continued on in this fashion for several minutes:
silence, and Ray sharing his meal with the slave at his feet. Finally
he put down the paper and said, "Do you have to wear the red serge
today?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good." Ray's bare foot lightly touched Benny's penis, the Mountie
shuddering. "Clean up and then get dressed."

"Yes, Master."

Benny efficiently washed the dishes and put them away, then he
brushed his teeth, showered, and shaved after Ray. He was soon dressed
and ready to go. Ray sauntered over and touched the leather collar.
When he turned away, Benny's eyes widened in surprise.

"Master?"

"Yes?"

"Aren't you going to take off my collar and put on the necklace
instead?"

When they played this game in the waking world, the collar had to
be replaced with a gold chain bearing a small star charm, engraved with
Ray's initials. It wouldn't do to go out in public with the collar on,
or go to work that way, either.

"Why?"

"Well, I..."

Ray stood very closely to his slave. He cupped the Mountie's
buttocks and squeezed. All rational thought fled from Benny's head.

"Listen, slut, here it doesn't make any difference. Now close
that beautiful wanton mouth and let's get going."

Benny swiftly obeyed. He knew the punishment for lagging.
Though, of course, with Ray meting out the punishment, he was always
tempted to disobey.

He followed Ray and Dief down the stairs and into the Riv. As he
settled into his customary seat, he remembered to spread his legs
slightly. Here in the privacy of the Riv he was required to keep his
Master's most treasured jewels accessible. He sighed happily as Ray
rested his hand between his legs.

Ray drove easily with one hand, the other not moving but he was
more than content to leave it right there. Benny's chest heaved
slightly as they drove, his hand aching to touch Ray's, but he was
forbidden to take the initiative.

Ray parked in front of the Consulate, and he, Benny and Dief got
out of the Riv and went inside. Benny was ready to say goodbye to Ray
after he snitched a doughnut when the Italian said, "Come on upstairs."

Puzzled, Benny followed his Master up the main staircase and was
astounded to see Ray head into Margaret Thatcher's office.

"What is this, Detective?" she snapped, her glasses sliding down
her nose.

"Just want to inform you, Inspector, that you have a collared
Canadian on your hands."

Ray pulled the high collar away from Benny's neck, the Mountie
gasping in surprise. "Ray..." he said uncertainly, then realized his
mistake as Ray snaked a hand around to his buttock and pinched it.
Punishment would be forthcoming for that slip. He felt a rush of
excitement.

The Inspector's eyes narrowed. "Do you mean to tell me that I have
your slave on my hands?"

"Yes, Inspector."

She grimaced. "Vecchio, do you *know* what that means I have to
do?"

Ray was grinning like the Cheschire cat while Benny was thoroughly
confused. The Italian dangled his handcuffs before Thatcher.

"Yes, I do. It means that I'm handing you temporary custody of my
possession. That you're responsible for him, and that if the two of us
give him a direct order, he has to choose and if he disobeys me, I have
the right to punish him...in front of everyone in this Consulate, if I
choose to."

Benny's blue eyes were wide with surprise. What did Ray mean,
saying all these rules? Where did he get all these rules?

Thatcher sighed loudly. "All right, Detective. I take temporary
possession of your possession." She took the handcuffs, then looked at
Benny with a hard glint. "Do you foresee any instances where you might
disobey me, Constable?"

"No, sir." Benny's heart speeded up as Ray squeezed his ass again.
Oh, my, was he in for it tonight. There *was* a Goddess!

"Then I have nothing further to say to you. Dismissed."

"Yes, sir."

Ray escorted his slave out of the office and past a curious
Jasmine, allowing Benny to precede him into his own office and shutting
the door. Immediately Benny was grabbed and shoved against the wall.

"So you plan to disobey me at some point today, slave?" Ray said
softly, his face inches away from Benny's.

"Yes...I mean no...oh, R-uh, Master, I'm so very sorry!"

Ray kissed him brutally, then stepped away with hard green eyes.

"Not as sorry as you're going to be tonight."

He left a weak-kneed Benny nearly sliding down the wall.*

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*IV*
*THE DRAGON LADY MAKES A THREAT*

*Benny concentrated on his work, trying to keep the images of his
punishment that night out of his mind. He busied himself with
paperwork, Dief snoozing in his spot by the window. He answered the
phone at a quarter to twelve and heard the beloved voice: "So, my sweet
little slut, are you ready for some lunch?"

"Yes, Master." Benny caressed an inner thigh, his legs' position
making it easy. "I await you."

"Good."

"Fraser..." Thatcher walked in, thrusting a file folder out. "I
want this finished before one o'clock. You'll have to work through
lunch today."

*Oh, dear*.

"Um, Inspector, my...Master...is on the line."

Her eyebrow rose. "And...?"

He gulped. "He wants to have lunch with me."

She made an impatient noise. "All right, I'll give it to Turnbull.
However, Constable, the next time that Yank's orders conflict with mine,
prepare to spread yourself naked on the Consulate floor while I order
every member of this Consulate to take a broom handle and..."

Jasmine appeared in the doorway. "Inspector, you wanted to be
notified when Mr. Morse arrived."

"Thank you, Jasmine." The receptionist left and Thatcher turned
back to her charge. "I mean it, Constable. Or perhaps having you hang
from the chandelier might be a good idea. My whip's a little rusty."
She turned on her heel and walked out.

Benny was a little shaken, but he knew that she could only
threaten such punishment. Without Ray's permission, she could not order
him to strip or use a whip on him. But then, perhaps Ray would consider
it a fitting punishment to let the Dragon Lady have her fun.

*Please, no, Ray. If I'm going to be punished, I only want it to
be *you*!*

The thought sent a tingle through his groin, and he leaned back
against his chair, the picture of blissful contentment as he closed his
eyes and stroked himself. His movements grew quicker as he groaned
slightly, raising his hips, then he impatiently lowered his pants and
underwear. Holding his cock firmly, he stroked faster.

"Just what I like to see...my slave attending to business."

Benny's eyes popped open as he saw Ray leaning in the doorway, arms
folded and green eyes sparkling. Handcuffs dangled from the Italian's
belt. *Must be the spare set*, Benny thought. His rhythm had been
interrupted but Ray said, "Go on."

Excitement building again, Benny stroked himself to a near-climax
when Ray grasped his penis and finished the job. He lowered his mouth
onto it just before Benny jetted his cream out, Ray drinking every
drop. Exhausted, Benny sagged back into his chair.

Ray licked his lips and then leaned back against the desk, eyes
glittering. His pants bulged and he reached out and swiftly unbuttoned
his slave's tunic's buttons, exposing a smooth chest. "Suck me," he
growled.

Benny was on his knees, wrists crossed behind him, pants pooled at
his ankles, taking Ray's cock into his mouth after Ray unzipped the
trousers. He delighted in the taste, Ray groaning and twining fingers
into his hair, bucking his hips into the warm mouth feeding on him.
Eyes closed, the Italian's lips parted slightly as he urged his slave on
with a tug now and again on his hair. With a last thrust, he spilled
his seed into Benny's mouth.

When Benny withdrew, he nearly collapsed onto the floor. Ray
grabbed him by the collar and lightly ran the tip of his cock along
swollen lips. A discreet cough made them both look over in the
direction of the doorway.

Turnbull was standing there and smiling. "Nice to see you again,
Detective."

"Thanks, Turnbull."

The blond Mountie walked over to the desk and deposited the file
folder he had been carrying. "If you need help with dishing out
punishment at any time, please let me know. I'm good at discipline!"

Ray smiled. "I bet you are."

After Turnbull had left, Ray laughed and said, "We *gotta* get
Turnbull a guy."

"That sounds like a good idea."

Ray looked down at his slave kneeling at his feet and then leaned
down and carefully buttoned Benny's tunic.

"Get up."

After ordering Benny to sit at his desk, Ray went out to Turnbull's
desk to retrieve the bag of sandwiches he'd brought over and fended off
Dief, who was rewarded with a sandwich of his own.

The lunch passed pleasantly, Benny grateful that he was allowed to
sit in his own chair fully clothed. Dream or no dream, it just seemed
strange to be naked in the Consulate!

"The Dragon Lady givin' you any trouble?"

Benny hesitated, then decided he'd better come clean with his
Master. "She *did* mention that if your orders conflicted with hers next
time, I was going to wind up spread-eagled on the lobby floor."

"Unclothed, I expect?"

Benny nodded, blushing.

"And what else?"

"She did mention an, um, broom handle..."

Ray's eyes darkened for a moment, then he smiled easily and
crossed his legs in an utterly relaxed posture. "We'll see about that."

Benny shuddered and wondered if Ray was angry that the threat was
even made...or if he was considering it!

After the lunch was over, Ray leaned over and kissed him gently on
the lips.

"Tonight," he whispered, and Benny shuddered a little as he
watched his Master leave.*
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*V*
*PUNISHMENT*

*Benny felt a little nervous as Ray drove up in the Riv and picked
him up after work, but then, he always did when it came to punishment in
The Game. He was secretly excited by the thought, but a little
apprehensive about what form it would take. He relaxed as Ray put his
hand between his legs for the entire journey to West Racine.

Ray waved him up ahead of him as they climbed the stairs, then once
inside the apartment he waited while Benny stripped. He attached the
chain links to the collar and led his slave into the bedroom, then
ordered him to kneel on the bed. Benny waited patiently while Ray
undressed and then put on a black leather outfit of pants, vest, gloves
and biker's cap. It glittered with silver studs, and a long,
black-handled whip hung at the belt, the handcuffs still dangling. A
shivery feeling tingled through Benny's groin.

"Arms up," Ray commanded, and Benny obeyed. Ray fastened the chain
links to hooks in the ceiling, his breath tickling Benny's ear. His
slave shivered in anticipation, squirming slightly but stopping
immediately as his Master gave him a warning tap with the whip handle.
Ray then took a pair of clamps and fastened them to his slave's nipples.
Benny could feel his Master back away, putting some distance between
them, and he took a deep breath, waiting...

The sharp *crack*! of the whip whistled through the air as Benny
tensed, then gasped as the ends stung his bare flesh. The whip
withdrew, then it snapped again, sending a tingling down his spine as it
smacked him. The whip itself was not a flesh-tearing bullwhip, but one
designed to provoke pleasure as well as pain. Benny's back would be
striped and bruised, but it would fade in only a few days.

The whip came faster, Benny's legs wide apart as he absorbed the
blows. His groin tingled as the sweat began to roll down his chest and
thighs, his naked flesh gleaming in the glare of the bedside lamp. The
pace began to pick up, Benny's chest heaving, and he could hear the sail
of the whip through the air as his Master worked hard at punishing his
disobedient slave.

Benny threw his head back, eyes closed, his back on fire and his
limbs quivering. Desire flooded through him as he grunted, writhing
with pain/pleasure as his nipples ached. His body moved in tandem with
the pummeling whip, his blood on fire as Ray began to murmur, "Don't
disobey me, slut. You are *mine* and no one else's!"

"No one else's!" he cried.

"When I give an order, I expect it to be *obeyed*!"

"*Obeyed*!" the slave sobbed.

"You will part your legs for *no one* but me! And you will submit
yourself to me! You are *my* slave!"

"Yes, Master!" Benny cried as his Master suddenly plastered his
body against his back, the Italian's hard cock ramming into him and
tearing a piercing scream from his slave. Hands slid around his chest
and removed the clamps, pinching and rolling tender nipples. He groaned
and writhed, impaled on his Master's cock as hot breath warmed the
back of his neck. Sure hands cupped his balls and began kneading, the
cock pumping in and out at a furious rate. He gasped as his shoulder
was bitten and his head spun. He felt himself spiralling up, up, up...

Stars exploded in his head as hot seed spurted deep inside him,
running down his thighs. His Master's head rested on his shoulder as he
hung limply in his chains, his heart racing as lightheadedness swam over
him.

"This is mine," his Master whispered as he pinched a buttock, then
slid his cock out and came around to kneel in front of his exhausted
slave. "And this is mine," he crooned, cupping the rosy cock in his
hand. He tenderly kissed his slave's stomach, then each nipple, and
finally his lips.

Tears of happiness coursed down Benny's cheeks. He knew that he
was not just a possession to be used for his Master's pleasure, though
that certainly was his Master's right. He was also loved and cherished,
and that was why he would always be willing to sell himself to Ray
Vecchio whenever he desired it.*

* * * *

There are questions to be answered here, folks! Such as:

(1) Where *did* Ray get all the Game rules?

(2) Does the Dragon Lady have a broom or does she just fly one?

(3) Is Turnbull a good hand at discipline?

(4) Would you like to have your own personal Benny Slave?

(5) Or do you prefer Ray the Commanding Green-Eyed Italian Master?

(6) Has Evil Twin Gilda Lily gone 'round the bend?

Stay tuned for more!

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