One of those from the infamous Mr. Castlegate

After knocking on the old man's door, James, who is already naked, prefers to be as much so as possible to let his skin, still marked by the lashes, breathe, and waits for the door to open. When he does, the door that was opening revealed Mr. Castlegate. His eyes had the gleaming with the same perverse excitement James had come to dread. "Ah, James," he purred, "I've missed you.

The old man's voice was a caress wrapped in a velvet rasp. James's stomach flipped at the sound, a mix of fear and anticipation that made his cock twitch. He knew what was coming, had felt the whisper of it in the back of his mind all week. The old man had a hunger for him, one that seemed to grow with every passing day.

"Come, James. I see you're already in your work uniform. The whippings suit you." Mr. Castlegate beckoned, his eyes raking over James's bruised body with a hunger that was almost palpable. "I have some tasks for you today."

The young man followed the old man into the house, his cock still half-hard from the perverse attention.

"You've done well to recover," Mr. Castlegate murmured, his eyes lingering on the bruises that stained James's back. "Very well indeed."

James flinched under the old man's scrutiny, the memory of Mr. Steel's whip still a fresh wound in his mind. He knew what was expected of him, knew that he could not refuse the tasks that Mr. Castlegate had in store. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the effort to remain calm.

"Thank you." he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

The old man nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he led James into the cramped living room. The furniture had been moved, the low coffee tables and end tables cleared away, leaving James with no place to hide. The old man's eyes gleamed with a wicked light as he handed James a dust cloth and a bottle of polish.

"You know the drill," he murmured, his voice a soft purr that seemed to resonate in James's very bones. "Get to work."

James nodded, his eyes never leaving Mr. Castlegate's as he took the dust cloth and polish. He knew what was coming, the same ritual that had played out countless times before. The old man liked to watch him clean, his eyes devouring every inch of his naked body as he moved from table to table, the low height of the furniture forcing James to bend over, his bruised ass on full display.

The first table was a simple affair, a small round number with a glass top that reflected the light in a way that made James's bruises seem almost beautiful. He set to work, his movements deliberate and precise, as he'd learned to do under Mr. castlegate's watchful gaze. Each stroke of the cloth sent a fresh wave of pain through his body, the friction against his tender flesh making him wince. But he didn't dare stop, not with the old man's eyes on him.

James tried to focus on his task, his hands trembling as he polished the low table before him. The old man had a taste for the dramatic, for the subtle dance of power and submission that played out in the most mundane of chores.

The second table was closer to the window, the curtains drawn back to reveal the setting sun. The light painted James's body in a golden hue, highlighting the bruises that crisscrossed his back and the tightness of his muscles as he worked.

"You know," Mr. Castlegate said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very air, "I've been thinking about you all week."

James felt a cold knot form in his stomach, his heart racing as he continued to clean.

Mr. Castlegate continued, his voice a seductive purr that made James's skin crawl, "I've missed you. Missed watching you work."

James's stomach churned as he bent over the next table, his bruised ass high in the air. The old man's eyes devoured him, and he knew that this was what Mr. Castlegate had been waiting for. He **** himself to focus on the task at hand, his cock growing harder with each painful stroke of the dust cloth.

James's eyes remained fixed on the dust that clung to the table's legs, his hands shaking as he worked the cloth over the polished wood. He could feel the old man's gaze on his ass, the bruises that marred his flesh. The heat of the sun beat down on him, the sweat beading on his skin and mixing with the dust to form a gritty paste that clung to his palms.

As he moved to the next table, Mr. Castlegate shifted in his chair, his own need palpable.

James felt his cheeks burn with a mix of shame and arousal, his body betraying him even as his mind screamed for him to stop. But he knew he couldn't, not now.

With a final, almost loving pat on his bruised flesh, Mr. Castlegate released James.

James nodded, his heart racing in his chest as he tried to compose himself. He knew what was coming, had felt the anticipation building with each passing moment.

The old man waved a hand, a gesture that seemed to dismiss James's gratitude. "It's nothing, really. Just part of your... education."

James felt a chill run down his spine at the word 'education', knowing all too well what Mr. Castlegate meant by it.

"On your hands and knees, James," Mr. Castlegate instructed, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. "And spread those lovely cheeks of yours for me."

James swallowed hard and did as he was told, his heart hammering in his chest. He spread his legs, his ass in the air, and reached back to part his cheeks, exposing his anus to the room.

Mr. Castlegate leaned in, his breath hot against James' skin. "Magnificent," he murmured, his eyes alight with lust.

He reached into the compartment again and pulled out an anal speculum. James' eyes widened in surprise as he watched the man lubricate it thoroughly, the metal glinting in the dim light.

"You will now open your back door for me," Mr. Castlegate said, his tone firm and commanding. "And let me check that everything is in order. Did you know that this speculum can dilate your orifice so much that you could fit something as big as a bottle inside? Which I won't do. I want to make sure that you are not hiding something of mine from me.

James felt the cool, blunt tip of the speculum press against his anus, and he couldn't help but tense up. The man's hand was firm as he pushed it in, the metal stretching James' opening wider and wider until he felt the first 'pop' of the first ring being inserted.

Mr. Castlegate took his time, his hand steady and sure as he pushed the speculum in, ring by ring. James could feel his body adjusting to the intrusion, the discomfort giving way to a strange, intense feeling of fullness.

Once the speculum was fully inserted, Mr. Castlegate stepped back to admire his handiwork. "Now, hold that pose," he said, his voice a gruff command. "And keep those cheeks spread. I need to make sure you're clean. Incredible how the one who whipped you, I imagine while working at the quarry, even reached the inside of your buttocks and thighs... and these marks on your testicles... seem to be caused by a rope tightly bound to their base. From your nodding, I understand that I am right. I haven't lost my eye for certain things.

James could feel the speculum moving inside him as Mr. Castlegate worked it, stretching him to the limit. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that was unlike anything he had ever experienced.

"Very good," Mr. Castlegate said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "But I think I need a better look."

He stepped around James and bent down behind him, his face mere inches from the young man's exposed anus.

"Mmm," Mr. Castlegate murmured, his voice vibrating through James' body. "So clean. But I'll just make sure you haven't hidden anything in here?

James couldn't wait for that thing that was pulling at the sensitive skin of his butt to be removed. He preferred a humiliating job to that shameless and sadistic invasion of his body. Finally, he is released, and he can feel his buttocks closing again, embracing the place of himself so intimately abused by Mr. Castlegate's scrutiny. It is enough for him to look at the old man holding that terrible instrument for James to understand that a new and surely embarrassing task awaits him.