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