December 6, 1999



The warehouse was dark and deserted as Raven cautiously slipped inside, sliding the door shut. He could only see shapes and shadows as he slowly made his way around the perimeter of the building, looking for some sort of light switch. About halfway, he found a bank of them and started flipping them, illuminating the cavernous place section by section. When he came to the last switch, he gasped at what the light revealed.

Sandman sat cross-legged in the middle of the room on one of those inflatable bondage beds. Across his lap lay a Kendo stick and by the side of the bed sat a nylon duffel bag.

"Welcome, Raven," he said, his voice echoing in the large space. I'm glad to see your prompt."

Raven stood frowning at him, his dark eyes sweeping over the bed and bag, coming back to rest on his nemesis. "What is all this?"

Sandman smiled sardonically, rising to his feet and stood the cane on end, settling it between his feet and folding his hands on the top. "This is your training ground, Rave," he answered, his eyes amused as he watched Raven's head jerk up in surprise. "You had to have known that our little...introduction into your lessons last week wasn't a one-time deal. I told you that there was a lot for you to learn."

Raven straightened to his full 6'2 height, his chin lifted defiantly. "You can go fuck yourself. I'm not sticking around here for your fucked up games." He turned to stride from the building and was about a half-dozen steps from the door when he felt exquisite pain sizzle across his back and he was dropped to his knees with a cry. He stumbled back to his feet and whirled around to see Sandman standing, cane upraised, an arrogant smile on his lips. "I don't believe you're going anywhere...yet."

Raven took a step backwards, feeling the sting of his back where he'd hit him. "You're crazy!" he whispered, keeping a wary eye on the cane. "And there's no way I'm staying here."

Sandman's grin widened, making him look almost maniacal. "Ahh, but you don't really have a choice, baby," he corrected before propelling himself forward, driving Raven into the sliding door, immobilizing him as he pulled out a pair of wristcuffs, quickly and deftly snapping them on, despite Raven's attempts to thwart him, cursing and threatening dire consequences if he wasn't released.

When Sandman had locked the cuffs behind his back, he twined his hand in Raven's hair, wrenching him to his knees. He grabbed a handful of his shirt and yanked, ripping it completely off his body and tossing it aside. "Crawl to the bed, bitch," he demanded sternly.

"Fuck off and die," Raven spat, struggling to rise.

Sandman struck him again with the bamboo cane, wrenching another cry from the kneeling man. "You're reluctance is very quaint, but you will bend to me, understand? Now, do as I say and crawl over to that bed." He didn't wait for Raven to start on his own, but drove him across the floor with hard blows to the shoulders and back. When they reached the side of the bed, he ordered Raven to climb onto it, which he did after a warning smack.

"On your stomach."

Raven obeyed, telling him what he thought of his treatment, then giving a howl of pain as his wrists were twisted higher up his back, his shoulders feeling like they were on fire. Sandman fastened a dog collar around Raven's neck and attached a link chain from the collar to the wrist cuffs, effectively holding his position. Sandman tugged his hair from the collar, sifting his fingers through it, fluffing it out across his straining shoulders.

"Now," he began authoritatively. "roll over."

"Damn you, I can't," Raven snapped breathlessly, grimacing at the wrenching pain.

"You can and you will," he emphasized this with a slap to the ass. "Do it."

Raven tried to, groaning as the chain pulled and yanked. He fell back, panting. "I can't. It hurts too much."

Sandman folded his arms over his broad chest, sitting back on his haunches and looking at Raven coolly. "You will or I will turn you over...and if I have to do that, it'll be the worse for you."

Raven cursed him again, but again attempted to do as bid and moaned pitifully as he managed to roll himself over awkwardly, his face growing pale as his weight settled on his bound wrists. He tried to bow his back to relieve some of the pressure, but Sandman placed a splayed hand in the center of his chest and pushed down, forcing him back to the mattress. He reached to the side of the bed where an open cooler sat and he plucked out a can of beer, popping the tab and taking a long swig, climbing off the bed and walking around it, studying Raven from all angles. He finished the beer and selected another, stopping at the foot of the bed to remove Raven's shoes, raking a nail up the sole and smiling as his toes curled involuntarily. He set the can down temporarily and climbed back on the bed, astride his legs. He proceeded to peel the tight jeans from Raven's hips until they lay discarded on the floor, grasping an ankle to snap into the waiting cuff at the bottom of the mattress, doing the same with the other. He picked up his can and stood back surveying his handiwork, nodding in approval at what he saw.

Raven lifted his head briefly to look at Sandman, quickly dropping it again when the movement jerked on the chain and sent a jolt of agony through his shoulders. "What the hell are you going to do?"

Sandman ignored him and retrieved his shinai, pacing the perimeter of the bed, tapping it on the floor as he went, draining his can and taking another as he rounded the corner. Raven tried to keep him in his line of vision, but there was only so far he could turn his head and he was getting a little unnerved at Sandman's continued silence.

With a suddenness that startled Raven, Sandman brought the cane down across Raven's chest, leaving a livid weal in it's wake. Raven yelled in anguish, instinctively recoiling from the blow, which put excruciating pressure on his arm joints.

"Does that hurt, Birdman?" Sandman inquired mildly, sipping his drink. Would you like me to release you?"

After Raven was able to gain his breath, he gave a jerky nod, sweat beading his brow and upper lip, his eyes wild with pain. "Yes, Goddamn it! Let me go."

Sandman reversed his trek around the bed, humming softly under his breath, bouncing the cane in time to the beat in his head. When he reached the other side, he whipped the shinai down in a hard arc to strike Raven perilously close to his groin, just in the lower abdomen. Raven screamed, throwing his head back in an ecstasy of distress.

"I'm afraid I'm not ready to let you go yet, honey," Sandman replied calmly, finishing his beer and tossing the can behind him, where it rattled noisily into the shadows. "You haven't yet learned the lesson I have to teach you."

Raven struggled to hold on to his consciousness, taking deep breaths to clear the black wings from his vision. When he was able to see again, Sandman stood over him on the bed, astride his chest, another beer open and ready in his hand.

"You thirsty, Rave?"

Raven licked his arid lips and realized that his mouth and throat were bone dry. He looked at the can longingly, gasping and nodding.

Sandman opened it and leaned over, tilting the can to let the bubbly liquid pour out, smiling mirthlessly as Raven frantically turned his head to catch the stream, gulping greedily, moaning when he took the beer away, drinking the rest and throwing it away. With a plop, he dropped onto Raven's chest, eliciting a wheezy cry.

"Ahh, look at you," Sandman tisked, shaking his head disapprovingly. "you're a mess. You'll need cleaning up." He leaned down and began to lick Raven's face, lapping up the spilled beer, sucking a little on his cheeks, slowly working his way down his jaw to his chin...then up to sip at Raven's lips. "Mmm, delicious," he rumbled before taking his mouth in a demanding, thorough kiss that forced Raven to respond, despite his extreme discomfort. Sandman's tongue flickered in and out, sensuously sliding along his tongue, curling around it and drawing it into his own mouth, sucking it gently. He scraped the edge of his teeth over the sensitive surface, gratified to hear Raven moan reluctantly before sinking them hard into the meaty part of his tongue. Raven squealed in shocked pain, tearing his mouth away with a gasp.

"Shit, Jim! That's enough!"

Sandman chuckled softly trailing his lips down Raven's throat, sucking hard at the pulsepoint. "Never," he hissed, easing his body down along Raven's, fitting it snugly against him. "It'll never be enough, Raven." He began to undulate his body into Raven, grinding his hips suggestively, rhythmically, his fingers tracing each corded, straining muscle of his chest, toying with his nipples until they grew hard, his blue eyes dark with intensity as he looked deep into Raven's dark ones. "And you don't want it to be enough, do you, baby?" He pinched a nipple lightly, his gaze dropping to his full, swollen lips. "Do you?"

Raven groaned as pleasure battled with pain. He arched into Sandman, mewling softly as he reached down and squeezed him. "Please, Jimmy...Jimmy..." he lost the ability to speak coherently as Sandman bent his head and swirled his tongue around the stiff peak, drawing it into his mouth and suckling, continuing to tug and knead Raven's shaft, bringing it to full erectness.

Finally, Sandman sighed and slid off of Raven, plucking another beer from the cooler, rolling the cold aluminum across his forehead. He stared at Raven for a very long time without moving. Raven stared back, licking his bruised lips, bemusement and faint resentment in his eyes.

"Sit up," Sandman commanded abruptly, unbuttoning his shirt one-handed and he watched Raven struggle to a sitting position, panting with effort. Sandman finished his beer and tossed the can, stripping off his clothes and moving towards the bed. He unsnapped the chain from the collar and wristcuffs, then released the cuffs from each other, roughly pulling an arm back, dragging Raven onto his back again, fastening the cuff to the one on the top of the mattress. He stepped around the other side of the bed and repeated the process. Raven whimpered loudly as the circulation started to come back to his arms, pins and needles stabbing into his flesh savagely.

"That hurts, huh, sweetheart?" Sandman inquired amusedly as he lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed, eyeing his prey's spread-eagled body, admiring the lean muscularity of his frame. "Just wait it out. It'll subside. Hmmm...Raven, you really are a fine specimen of masculinity," he complimented appreciatively, puffing lazily, squinting through the smoke at him. "You got the body made for fucking, that's for sure. You've done a lot of that, haven't you, Birdman, haven't you?"

Raven blinked at the question, not answering. Sandman brought the cigarette down and pressed the burning tip just below his right nipple, galvanizing Raven into a rigid bow of agony, screaming as the cigarette sizzled into his flesh. Sandman removed the smoke and returned it to his mouth, calmly sucking in a breath, making the tip glow brightly.

"You want to answer me when I ask a question, boy," he murmured gently, reaching to the cooler for some ice and rubbing the coldness over the wound, soothing it. He popped the remnants of the ice into his mouth and crunched it. "Now...I believe you have yet to answer my question."

"Raven gasped, glaring angrily at his tormentor. "You're a fucking maniac, Jim!"

The maniac in question casually pulled the cigarette from his lips and settled it firmly against the skin of his inner thigh, wrenching another cry from Raven. He struggled against his bonds, rolling his head back and forth in deep distress, muttering to himself.

"Are you ready to cooperate, love," Sandman asked. Stroking a thumb over the burned flesh, Raven shuddering in reaction. He waited for a moment, then, "Answer me, Scotty. I'd hate to mar your beautiful body any more than I have."

Raven was delirious with agony, he couldn't think properly, his vision was blurred with tears as he looked at the man before him. "Please...no more...please, Daddy. Don't hurt me no more. I'll be good. I'll be a good boy."

Sandman stiffened as his expression sharpened with intensity. Raven thought he was his drunken, abusive father. He pondered this fascinating turn of events carefully, searching for a way to use this to his advantage. "Scotty, you've been a very bad boy. You know that, don't you?"

Raven rolled his head back and forth listlessly on the mattress, moaning, "No, Daddy...no. I didn't do anything wrong. Please, believe me. I'm a good boy."

Sandman put out the cigarette in the cooler and lay down beside the other man, skimming his long, sensitive fingers over Raven's skin, "Are you sure? Your mommy tells me you've done some very naughty things."

"no no no!" Raven denied breathlessly. "I didn't. I didn't!"

She tells me she caught you touching yourself in your bedroom. Is this true?"

Raven flushed hotly, ducking his chin to hide his burning face. "I-no, Daddy."

Sandman caught his chin, jerking it back to him. "You're lying, Scotty. You know how I hate you lying to me."

Raven cringed and cowered. "Please, don't hit me, Dad. I didn't do anything wrong."

"But you did play with yourself, didn't you, Scotty. You stroked your hard little cock until you came, didn't you."

Raven panted, blinking rapidly, whimpering in dismay. "No...no..."

"Yes...yes, you did...like this." Sandman wrapped his fingers around Raven's shaft, slowly drawing it up and down in a languid rhythm. Raven bucked in surprise, groaning as his hips tilted into his hand. "Mmmm...you like that don't you, son. Feels good, doesn't it?""

Raven shook his head wildly. "No, no, Daddy...please. I don't want to again."

"Ahh, but you like it, don't you, you little slut. You want me to suck you, to fuck you, don't you."

Raven blushed again, shaking his head 'no' weakly. "I-please...oooohhh..."

Sandman had risen up and lowered his head to take Raven's cock into his mouth. Raven wailed in despair and delight as he began bobbing on him, pinching his balls hard.

"Ahh...gods, Dad...mmmm..."

Sandman was deeply amused by this little scene, not surprised at all that Raven's father had not only beaten him brutally, but had molested the boy. He'd never liked the bastard and on several occasions had been tempted to beat the living shit out of him himself. He lifted his head, deciding to bring Raven back to the present. He slapped the delirious man smartly across the face, snapping his head to the side with the force of it. Raven whined pathetically, then slowly turned his head back to face Sandman. He could see instantly that Raven was back in the here and now, the seething rage boiling in those hazel eyes.

"So big Daddy had some fun with you, did he?" he mused, grinning humorlessly. "That explains a lot of things about you, little Scotty."

Don't call me that, Jim," Raven snarled. "You know I hate that name. I'm Raven. Scotty doesn't exist anymore."

"I can see why you'd want to bury him, baby. Terribly painful memories, hmmm?"

Raven gave him a hateful glare. "Let me go now. You've had your fun."

Sandman laughed heartily. "Oh, but Raven, the fun has only begun. And I promise you, this second half of the session will be much more pleasant for you." He slowly crawled up Raven's body, settling on his chest. "But first, I think I want a little pleasuring. Open your mouth and suck me off, Ravey."

Raven turned his head away, refusing. He yelped when Sandman reached behind him and grabbed his shaft, pulling and twisting agonizingly.

"You just don't seem to be getting this particular lesson, do you?" said Sandman almost pleasantly, but a bite of steel lay beneath that tone. "When I tell you to do something, you do it, instantly and without complaint. Now, why is that so hard to understand?" Raven pleaded for him to stop, saying that he'd obey, just let him go. He did and Raven opened his mouth, allowing Sandman to slip his thick shaft inside. "Now, demonstrate that tonguework I've been hearing about in the locker room, baby." Raven spiraled his tongue around the tip of his cock, lapping at the small hole where precome leaked. He then followed Sandman's instructions, gliding the tip of his tongue firmly down the underside of the shaft to the base, teasing the sensitive vein that ran along there, gently sucking the flesh, laving his balls and sliding back up to enclose the head again, his exploration becoming bolder and more assured as he flicked his tongue rapidly over the spot just below the ridge, making Sandman groan in approval, tangling his hands in Raven's hair.

"Suck it, baby," he rasped. "Take me deep." Raven did so, opening his mouth wide, relaxing his throat to let Sandman ease it down, moaning himself as he felt his own body respond to the taste, scent and texture of Sandman. He bobbed eagerly, wanting to hear and feel him come.

But Sandman pulled out too soon, caressing his face almost tenderly, brushing the hair from his damp forehead. "That was very good," he murmured, shifting to lay beside Raven. "I can see the rumors about that hot little mouth of yours were true." He unfastened the hand and foot nearest him, reaching off the side of the bed to the bag and taking out a tube before rolling Raven gently onto his side, moving in close behind him spoon-fashion, soothing Raven's trembling body with soft crooning words and feather-like sweeps of his clever fingers over his body. "relax, love...I'm not going to hurt you anymore right now. Shhhh, baby... Here does this feel good...hmmm?"

Raven drew in a shaky breath tentatively pressing back into the hard frame behind him, his anger and hatred buried for the moment under the need to be touched the way Sandman was doing now, the need to be loved. He made an unintelligible plea, tilting his head back to offer his throat to Sandman, who accepted with a sigh and fastened his lips to the pulse fluttering rapidly under the skin.

"So sweet you are, Raven," he husked, flitting the tip of his tongue down the length of his neck, nuzzling the crook of his shoulder. "So tempting...mmmm..." He rose onto his elbow, opening the tube and squeezing the jelly onto his fingers, coating his shaft carefully, using the excess gel to gently ease between Raven's buttocks and lubricate his anus, inching two fingers inside, kissing his ear and telling him to bring his knee up to his chest. Raven moaned and obeyed, to which he was rewarded with a soft nip to his earlobe and nuzzle to the tender spot below it. He eased another finger inside, stretching him for his entry before removing them and fitting his body snugly against him, spreading his cheeks and pressing inside, rocking his hips back and forth as he moved deeper.

Raven whimpered and wriggled backwards, wanting more. He panted and clutched Sandman's forearm, which had wrapped around him to hold him close. "Jimmy...oooh, yes, Jimmy, please! Deeper...Gods, deeper."

Sandman caught Raven's thigh and lifted it, sliding it over his own, firmly grasping Raven's cock and gliding his slippery fingers up and down smoothly as he set the tempo of his thrusts. "Yes, sweet baby...you want all of me? Mmmm, I'll give it all to you." He dropped light, damp kisses on his shoulder and neck, growling as he felt Raven rhythmically clench his insides on his instroke. "Mm, that's good, Raven. You like me fucking you, don't you?" He smiled at his lover's eager nod, arching as Sandman gave a particularly delicious stroke of his hips. "yeah...you like being my bitch-boy, that right?"

"Yes...oh, yes...harder, Jimmy. Harder..." He gave a deep, satisfied groan as Sandman obliged, quickening his pace and intensity. He laid his hand over Sandman's working one, loving the feel of him pumping his cock as he drove powerfully into him. He rolled his head back and forth on his lover's shoulder, mewing in pleasure.

"It's time to come for me now, love," Sandman panted, his teeth gritted as he tried to hold back his release until Raven achieved his. "Do it now, baby." He pounded faster, stabbing Raven's g-spot as he manipulated his shaft, grunting as Raven started to jerk against him as his orgasm seized his body. He shrieked, fingernails digging into the back of Sandman's hand as he bowed away from him, his seed shooting over their hands and his stomach. Sandman gave a soft whimper as his shaft was clamped in a vise-like, velvety grip. He sank his teeth hard into Raven's neck as he grasped his hips and rammed himself almost savagely into him before roaring his climax, convulsing as he erupted into the tight heat. He plunged a few more times, drawing out the spasms before slowly and gently pulling out, turning Raven onto his back and kissing his lips softly, deepening it for a long, lingering exploration. He broke away, reaching over to release his other arm and leg, wrapping the other man tightly in his arms, grinning in huge satisfaction.

"Ahhh, I knew you'd be an apt pupil. You can now move on to the next level."

Raven murmured something garbled, sleepily snuggling into Sandman's embrace and sinking into slumber with a sated sigh.

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