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VITUS'S DANCE
Vitus Shinabery knelt in the corner, waiting for his sisters to come home. Cinder had ordered him to not move, and he had argued bitterly with her about not being allowed to accompany his sisters to Fanchon Nemirow's party. The Shinabery triplets--Vitus, Demeter and Cinder usually showed up together, looking desperately for someone to dominate them...the three submissives!
But Vitus had neglected to polish the dining room table, and Cinder, who the other two had elected to be the Top that week, had caned Vitus severely on his bare buttcheeks, and then hooked a metal ring through his nose, connecting it to an identical ring through his glans with a very short chain...and she'd made him kneel there while she and Demi went out.
Vitus couldn't complain much, as the week before, when he'd been Top, he'd tied Cinder's breasts up with baling wire so they'd swell,and he and Demi had tossed darts at them for an entire evening, just because Cinder had done a shitty job scrubbing the baseboards! But to be put on restriction like this, when there weren't that many BDSM parties going on this season, was just too much, and he was bitterly angry towards Cinder.
Vitus didn't think he could blame Cinder that much though--she had really born the brunt of it, when Father and Mother were alive. Certainly all the Shinabery children were tortured and punished equally...being forced to strip naked at the door of the house, signing in to show they'd gotten home within ten minutes of leaving school, and later work...
But Cinder had been the worst student of them all. She was an A student, that was true, but Father would note that a 97 wasn't a 100, and he'd force Cinder, weeping bitterly, to put her wrists and head into the old fashioned stocks that were kept in the basement.
Then, as Demi and Vitus knelt and watched, Father would go through his array of implements--canes, thick wooden paddles and of course the Argentinian Blacksnake Whip-- and make Cinder dance and wriggle, trying to get out of the stocks desperately as he lashed again and again, turning her curvy white butt into a bright red and then purple mottled nightmare.
Father would then tie Cinder's wrists to an eyehook in the ceiling, and put clothespins all over her nipples, and her shaved clitoris (for Father shaved her quite regularly) and then quiz her on whatever subject she had lost those three points on.
" Which of the following structures contains genes for enzymes and antibiotic resistance...plasmid, pilus, capsule or plasma membrane?" Father would ask his hopeful pre-med daughter as she swung around miserably from the ceiling. And Father was holding the sheet, but Cinder better damn well remember all the options. Father didn't cotton to her forgetting any part of the question.
"Uuuh, plasmid" Cinder would reply, wincing because Father loved to use his cane on her exposed underarms as she hung from the ceiling.
"Correct...but you didn't say SIR." And then Father would slap the cane against Cinder's tender belly four or five times until she screamed in pain.
"Now then,Which of the following is not true concerning Staphylococcus aureus?Staphylococcus aureus is related to inflammation,Staphylococcus aureus can cause pneumonia, Staphylococcus aureus can lead to acute bacterial endocarditis, or Staphylococcus aureus does not make coagulase "
"Father I-I can't remember them all." poor Cinder would choke out, and Father would then begin joyfully knocking off all the clothespins, one by one, as Cinder screamed. Sometimes, if Cinder got a B, Father would punish her further by cutting off her long, beautiful hair, and make her go to school with an ugly buzz crewcut and wearing one of his coveralls from Elmo's Garage, where he was a mechanic.
After this was over, Father would take the trembling Cinder into his lap and kiss her face and neck and remind her that he was only doing this because he LOVED her, and wanted the triplets to make something of themselves. "I don't want you drinking and raising hell like I did, having a good time...that's why I've never let you leave the house except for school, and why I insist on perfect grades, I want you three to make me proud." And then in appreciation, Cinder would suck Father's penis, or offer him her rectum,which he'd been enlarging for some time.
But in the end only Demi made it to medical school,and that after many whippings and tortures from Father and Mother. Mother of course was less interested in the girls than in Vitus himself...who she'd used careful application of her Cat O Nine Tails to turn into the perfect sissyboy. "Come to Mommy, Vitus...don't you dare look out the window at the boys playing stickball...you have to practice your tuba , and then I want you to suck Momma's wee-wee...I'm all bloody, this is Momma's bloody time, and you must clean me out!"
Mother was relentless! She was constantly trying to teach Vitus to be virtuous. Mother pierced Vitus's nipples in his freshman year of college, and ran a chain through them, and she would often jerk him around the neighborhood, poor Vitus clad only in an adult diaper and high heels while she pointed out the "bad influences" that could corrupt him.
"Look at those little mall sluts over there, laughing at you. That's the kind of girl I want you to stay away from, Vitus...they're no damn good. What's that? No I don't care if one of them is in your Geometry class at school...she's worthless, and..."
And then Vitus would want to break away from Mother to go explain to the "worthless slut" that it was not his choice to be paraded around town in an adult diaper, and then of course Mother would pull her razor strop out of her handbag and rip down Vitus's diaper and give him thirty good ones right across the butt! Then they'd go home, Vitus weeping bitterly, and Mother triumphant.
Mother also really seemed to hate Demeter, because Demi had a full bosom, and Mother just had "mosquito bites" Mother was convinced that poor Demi was "full of herself" over her large, beautiful breasts.
Sometimes Mother would suspend Demi from a tree outside and thrash Demi's breasts with a riding crop as the girl weeped and begged Mom to calm down. Part of the problem was, Demi could never find a blouse that was loose enough to cover her boobs, and Mother was always enraged at the sight of Demi's beautiful, full nipples and her gorgeous round mammaries.
It was quite normal for Mother to tie Demi's hands behind her back and then don a pare of boxing gloves and take pot-shots at poor Demi's breasts until they were black and blue...but they always healed, just as gorgeous as ever. It didn't help that Father was often fondling Demi's boobs and telling her how "precious" they were...that just made Mother madder!
It was really sad, Vitus thought...Cinder was a pretty girl,but if Demi had been allowed out to go to parties and get togethers, she would have had no end of dates and male attention,but Mother kept her locked in the house, and sometimes locked in closets and in her big cedar chest...she so hated her!
And if Mother was threatened by Demi's breasts, Father was enraged by Vitus's cock, his maleness. Sometimes Father would spend a Saturday "bonding" with Vitus--he would loop a chain round Vitus's cock and balls, and attach it to a pulley looping it over a beam in his back yard greenhouse.
Father would then pull the chain through the pulley until Vitus was upside down, screaming from intense pain, the pain of hanging by his genitals. Father would also cuff Vitus's wrists to his ankles, but backwards, so the imprisoned cock and balls would be hanging out.
Sometimes Father would then smoke a few Marlboros, putting them out on Vitus's hard cock as his son begged and howled to be let down. "You're just a weakling, Vitus." Father would say..."This wouldn't hurt me...my Father was much stricter with me than I've ever been to you!" Another cigarette would be burned into Vitus's right nipple, and then his left nipple, and inside the house Cinder would be screaming bloody murder because Mother was using an iron to torture HER nipples. It was fortunate that Uncle Wilmot was the Chief of Police in Buttermilk Falls, because the neighbors were constantly calling and complaining about the screaming triplets!
Then, other times, Father would dress Vitus up in babydoll lingerie, making the boy put heavy lipstick and eye shadow on, and of course bright red press-on nails. "You're a fucking sissy, Vitus, and if you want to be a bitch, I'll treat you like one!" Father and his gruff, macho buddies would take the transvestite boy out to the woods and he would service all of them with his anus and his mouth, also doing the cooking and tent construction while the men went hunting. Uncle Wilmot, the Chief of Police took especial joy in fist-fucking Vitus in front of the others while they sung raucous drinking songs around the fire!
Vitus also had to deal with his brothers and cousins shooting at him with their BB guns while the men were out doing the real hunting, and Vitus's brother Farley, a nasty little shit, would make Vitus suck all their penises as sort of a blood test rite!
After the trip was over, Vitus would be taken on a tour of the public rest stops in the state area, Father forcing the boy to use his mouth to pleasure truckers, transients and bisexual fathers just taking a little time away from the picnics.
Vitus knew that Father was trying teach him to "man up" for the real world,but it had been quite unpleasant and difficult. Especially in the late evenings when Father would crawl into Vitus's bed and ream his little buttocks with the big cock....oh God that was horrible.
Vitus wasn't sure who was worse, Mother or Father...it was close!
Mother and Father had had nine kids, but they'd only done this to the triplets--the others were free to go their way, wearing clothes in the house and playing outside, going on dates and having fun in high school and college...because they weren't "special"...they weren't that bright, according to Mother and Father, and so they might as well do their thing,they'd never be anything but blue-collar.
Lucky, lucky them. The triplets didn't really feel like freaks being paraded around naked in front of their siblings until they learned how others lived, and then it was too late..much too late.
Vitus had especially hated it when Father would deputize his younger brother Farley to give poor Vitus over the knee bare-bottom spankings...and Vitus was not allowed to fight back! Farley and his friends also often threw mud balls at Vitus when he was on his way to his tuba lesson.
And of course Farley told all the girls at school about how Mother would make Vitus dress in women's lingerie and paint his nails and learn how to do battement développé and other ballerina moves, as Mother brought in her share of the bacon by teaching ballet to the town girls. And of course Vitus, who was such a "Cute little fairy" in Mother's parlance.
Vitus had hitched a ride to New York City the day he'd graduated from college--he knew that there had to be a better way. But he wasn't used to the freedom! Pretty girls who treated him like an equal, not making him take ice cold enemas or briskly scrubbing his dick and balls in the bathtub with steel wool like Mother did, (to discourage masturbation)
Vitus was able to secure a good job, it really had helped that he'd graduated from Buttermilk State with a 4.0 in Computer Forensics, Vitus was able to find a good gig in the Big Apple, analyzing digital data and fighting website sabatoge for a government contractor. The job, the girls, he had it all--but there had been a hole missing, and after Father had died and Mother was committed to the state looney bin back home, Vitus came back to Buttermilk Falls to live with his two twin sisters.
Vitus remembered when he'd come home after all those years away...sitting and talking to his sisters. The other siblings, after years of bullying the triplets, had come to realize the insanity of the parents, and had begged the girls to leave their sick parents, but Demi and Cinder had said no, so the other kids had just taken off to pursue, yes, their mentally healthy but blue collar lives. In fact, none of them lived in Buttermilk Falls anymore.
But Vitus had initially tried to impress his sisters, saying he was just visiting, in his Armani suit. Demi had been eating a bit of salad, and as Vitus watched, Cinder slowly undressed and began licking a piece of peach that Demi had mushed with her high heel on the floor. "What the hell's going on? What's she doing?" Vitus had asked.
"It's Cinder's turn to be the sub." Demi had responded calmly. "We live this way, because it's the only way to keep us from being slovenly slackers, like Father said...Cinder, clean that floor up, don't leave one little scrap, or I'm going to whip your ass with the snow shovel in the corner."
Vitus had looked in the corner, and indeed there was a large snow shovel with some bloodstains on it, from whipping and blistering asses! "But don't you guys want to make up for the way things were before with Mother and Father?" But when he'd asked this, his dick had been hardening in his pants. He'd known the answer.
Cinder had looked up from where she was licking up the dirty, mushed peach. "You know what you need, Vitus. That's why you came back. Why don't you take off that ridiculous suit and lick out the ashtrays...service Mistress Demi...you know that's what you want to do!"
Vitus had been enraged, and he'd screamed at his sisters...but then he'd bit his lip, and as they'd watched, amused, Vitus had disrobed, and dropped on his knees next to Cinder, and Demi had gone to fetch the snow shovel, giving him sixty quite painful whacks. The next day, the girls had taken Vitus to a piercing and tattoo artist and had his penis put into a Prince Albert, and hidden the key...just as he needed!
Cinder had started her own software company, and Vitus went to work with her, and Demi of course was an emergency room physician--living with Father and Mother had taught her to deal with traumatic crises!
The three knew they needed discipline, and they decided to take turns being the Top...the boss, the parent. But it was difficult, and they'd been hoping for some years that they'd find another, fourth person to take over the Master role...and just a moment ago, Vitus had been called out of his corner by the cell phone...Cinder had told him "Prepare for this, Vitus...I think I've met our Master, at Fanchon's party. His name is Ratface O'Reilley, and I think he's perfect!"
But now Vitus was not so sure about this Ratface O'Reilley fellow. It was indeed a strange name, and did Vitus want to submit to a man? Vitus was as hetero as they came, and he enjoyed submitting to either of his pretty sisters, and also enjoyed domming them...no, that wasn't true. It was much too much work. He enjoyed subbing only. Just the week before, Demi had tied Vitus down, unlocked his Prince Albert, and she'd sat there, fully clothed, running her burgundy nails up and down his sweating shaft, and then, when he'd begged to cum, she'd smashed his balls with one of her high heels, held delicately in her hand.
That was extremely arousing...what would it be like with a Male Master? Vitus didn't think it would be that arousing. And damn it, he needed to take charge. Vitus got up out of the corner and went to where the key was to the chain attaching his glans to his nostrils, and unlocked himself, going then to the bedroom and dressing. It was weird having clothes on in the house...two weeks before, Vitus had been Top and of course for seven days he'd been dressed,but much of the time it was one of the girls who was in charge, and Vitus was quite nude.
But now he sat down on the couch, and picked up a magazine and waited for the door to open. The girls were coming home from their party, bringing this Ratface person with them, and Vitus would just tell him to go to hell. If they wanted to sub to this moron, that was their business! Suddenly, Vitus heard the key in the lock. Would Cinder punish him for being dressed? It was all voluntary, damn it.
Cinder and Demi came in first, followed by a homeley man who indeed, had the face of a rat or perhaps a damaged gerbil. They were laughing and talking to Ratface, and he was having quite a good time, hanging out with these beautiful girls. "Hey there Vitus!" Cinder said with a smile. "This is Ratty, possibly our new Master." Vitus was surprised that Cinder didn't say anything about his illegal clothing,but then he realized that Cinder, of course was no longer in charge. She had a relieved and quite carefree look on her face. Well, bully for her.
Vitus just looked at him, skeptically. "Hi, I'm Rat O'Reilley" the guy said, smiling. What crooked teeth. Evidently this fellow had not had much of an upbringing. Whatever Mother and Father's other sins, they could afford an orthodontist! As Vitus watched, both girls undressed quickly, kneeling in front of him. He was a little new to Mastership, and looked a bit disjointed. "You guys don't have to do that...we did our thing at the party, but..."
Demi looked up happily at Rat. "No no,we want to be your full time submissives. We have a good feeling about you! I know it's a little much, asking you to make your decision now,but I really, really got wet when you whipped me at the party,and Cinder was totally jealous because she was my domme...now you can punish us both! And..."Demi looked doubtfully at Vitus, who looked out the window, trying to be macho.
"Well, if Vitus doesn't mind, we can do more of the same here, I guess" Rat said, and he began to unbuckle his belt, but then of course Cinder stopped him and pointed to the buggy whip in the corner, an old fashioned monster with a thick end and a short lash.
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