Date:  Aug 27, 2001
   
	Title:  What I Need (sequel to Are You Kidding?)
	Author: rita (mommacita1@juno.com)

	Rating: NC-17
	Pairing: Face/BA, Face/Other

	Warning:  M/M consensual and not entirely consensual sex, graphic BDSM,
	angst, hurt, unpleasant surprise.

	Disclaimer:  The A-Team doesn't belong to me; I just like to play with
	them.


	Summary:  This is the third in my Face/BA series.  The first was a
	response to a challenge for group sex with all four Team members.  The
	second was a response to a First-Line Challenge, "Are You Kidding". 

	Thanks to my alpha readers Emma and Fingers, and my beta reader Val.

	***
	                             
	Face and BA have been together for a year, when Face's needs outweigh his
	common sense and he risks the relationship to satisfy them.  How does BA
	respond?  Read on...

	Archive: Yes, please, just let me know where.


	"But Momma..."

	"No buts about it, Scooter," Momma Baracus cut him off firmly. "You go
	right back home and take care of that poor lonely boy."  She slammed the
	suitcase she'd just finished packing closed for emphasis.  "And the next
	time you come visiting, you'd best bring your man with you.  Here you
	go."  She handed him the suitcase and made shooing gestures with her
	hands and apron.  "I swear, boy, I don't know what you could have been
	thinking."

	"Yes, Momma," BA lowered his head and spoke in a soft, respectful voice.
	His Momma was right and he knew it.  He also knew what he had been
	thinking and how wrong his judgment had been.


	<<<Flashback>>>

	"So, you'll be gone, what?  A week?" The slender blond stood naked in the
	doorway.  The sunlight shining through the window behind him made him
	look even more like an angel than usual, if that was possible.

	"Yeah.  A week.  If I'm gonna be longer, I'll call you, okay?"

	"Sure." The word was a lie and not a convincing one.

	BA looked down uncomfortably.  "I told you why you can't come this time.
	I don't want to spring something like us on Momma.  She isn't that young
	any more, you know.  But if she's okay with it..."

	"She won't be, will she?" Face said morosely.  "She'll hate me for
	perverting you."

	BA puzzled over the word with a furrowed brow.  "Don't know."

	"Corrupting you; making you sin," Face burst out, tears glimmering in the
	blue eyes.

	"Oh.  No, she won't hate you.  Momma ain't like that."

	"But she won't like it."  Face made it a statement and BA shrugged.  "And
	she won't like me anymore."

	"I gotta go."  BA picked up his suitcase and gave the cock ring around
	the base of Face's penis another tug, tightening it further.  "You behave
	until I get back, hear?"

	Face was cheered by the gesture of discipline.  BA had done this
	voluntarily; Face hadn't even had to hint that he should be restrained in
	his lover's absence.  "You come back soon, so I can," he grinned.

	BA chuckled at his lover's pun and leaned in to kiss him before he turned
	towards the door.

	<<<End flashback>>>


	BA was unsurprised to find the door locked when he tried it.  Unless
	Hannibal needed him, Face would probably remain in the house, naked,
	obediently waiting for BA's return.  He smiled as he pictured the nude
	body, sprawled on the bed, gleaming golden in the afternoon sunlight.
	Then he heard the sounds from upstairs and his smile faded.

	Dropping his suitcase, he pounded up the stairs.  The bedroom door was
	open and the sounds were crystal clear: sounds of violent sex.  BA didn't
	slow his pace as he burst into the room.

	Face was lying sprawled on the bed, that much of BA's picture was true.
	But kneeling astride him was an unfamiliar nude man, wielding a belt, as
	he took Face vigorously from behind.  BA didn't hesitate; he grabbed the
	man around his middle and yanked him out of Face and threw him across the
	room.  As he turned to continue his assault on the stranger, he saw that
	Face's back was crisscrossed with lash marks and his discolored buttocks
	pulled apart by an anal spreader.

	BA snarled incoherently and stalked over to the stranger, who slid down
	the wall, cringing and shaking his head to clear it.  BA lifted him by
	the neck and pulled back his fist, when Face's sharp voice stopped him in
	mid-motion.

	"BA, no!  He wasn't raping me!"

	BA turned in stunned silence, dropping the man halfway through his turn.
	Face was kneeling upright on the bed, his engorged cock purple with need,
	the cock ring barely visible in the swollen flesh.  But what stopped BA
	completely was the state of the rest of his body; his chest was covered
	with burns, bite marks, and cuts still oozing blood.

	Taking advantage of BA's momentary halt, Face signalled frantically to
	the naked man on the floor.  "Get your clothes and get out of here," he
	hissed, his eyes flitting between the two men.  "Hurry!"

	"What about you, man?" the stranger asked, crawling over to an untidy
	heap of clothing and starting to pull items on.

	"Don't worry about me - just go." Face replied.

	The man finished dressing and started towards the door.  "You'll call
	me?" he asked.

	Face looked at BA's enraged expression and tight fists and shook his
	head.  "I doubt it.  Take whatever you need from my wallet and get out."
	He nodded towards another pile of clothing, this one neatly folded on the
	chair.

	The man took a step towards the chair, but turned and bolted out of the
	room and down the stairs when BA growled.  The two men remaining in the
	bedroom heard the door slam within seconds.

	"BA, I can explain..." Face began.

	"Shut up.  I don't need no explanation," BA cut him off.  He kicked the
	door closed and reached the bed in one stride he pushed the smaller man
	down onto his back, his legs bent under him.  "I ain't rough enough for
	you?  Lord knows I tried to show you hurt don't mean love.  Now we'll do
	it your way."  He grabbed Face by his throbbing cock and yanked up to
	expose his ass.  Still squeezing the pulsing organ, he pulled the
	spreader out without contracting it, tossed it aside and rammed his fist
	up Face's hole.

	Face screamed.

	BA removed his hand from Face's ass and slapped him across the face with
	it.

	Silenced by the slap, Face stared wide-eyed at BA's contorted expression.
	He had never seen him so angry, angry enough to be out of control.  The
	thought terrified him and he lost control of his bladder.

	BA felt warm wetness flowing over the hand on Face's cock followed almost
	immediately by the distinctive smell of urine. With a grunt of disgust,
	as much at his own loss of emotional control as at Face's loss of
	physical control, he let go of the penis. He held his hand over Face's
	head and let Face's own piss drip on him. He remembered what Face had
	wanted the first morning they'd awakened together.  'You tried to tell me
	what you needed,' he thought. "We're going to start all over," he
	announced, throwing a leg over Face and straddling his head.  He unzipped
	his fly and pulled out his erect member, aroused as much by the violence
	as the thought of sex.

	Face opened his mouth, but didn't raise his head.

	BA nodded his approval and lowered his penis completely into the open
	mouth, leaning back only enough so that Face could breathe through his
	nose. He kept his legs tight against the smaller man's body, making sure
	he knew he was completely trapped.   "Suck," he commanded.

	Unable to move his head or arms, his legs still bent under his body, and
	his throat completely blocked by the massive penis, Face felt completely
	subject to BA's will. More hot urine spurted from his distended cock as
	he surrendered totally, like the animal he had always known he was.  He
	obeyed BA's order and performed with all the skill he had.  Hot cum soon
	pulsed down his throat.

	BA pulled out far enough for Face to suck and then lick him clean.  As
	Face cleaned him up, BA reached back and pushed a finger into Face's
	hole. Lying down, he rolled both of them onto their sides, still facing
	each other.  "Hump yourself," he ordered.

	Face obeyed without hesitation, thrusting up and down on the finger in
	his ass.  The tightly stretched skin of his cock scraped painfully
	against the rough denim of BA's jeans.

	BA lifted Face's chin pushing his head back to force eye contact.  "The
	cock ring been on the whole time or did you cheat on me all the way?" he
	asked.

	"No, BA, I didn't do that.  I didn't take it off," Face stammered
	hoarsely. "I didn't mean to cheat," he babbled, not ceasing his
	self-stimulation. "I never climaxed - couldn't.  And I wouldn't take the
	ring off.  I just..."

	"Shut up," BA said. Letting go of Face's chin and using his hand to push
	his face down, he shoved his rousing cock back into Face's mouth to
	silence him.  "I'm gonna take the cock ring off but you don't cum till I
	say."

	Face stopped thrusting, whimpered and shivered; they'd played at this
	before, but then he knew he could lose control and didn't really try to
	hold back.  This was no game and he didn't know if he could control his
	body when it had been forcibly denied for so many days.

	"I didn't say to stop humping," BA said, punctuating his words by adding
	his other three fingers to the one already inside.  His thumb caressed
	Face's scrotal sac.

	With a sob, Face resumed thrusting.  Abstractly he noticed that his penis
	was oozing blood where the taut skin had been scraped off.  The pain from
	the scrapes didn't seem to be affecting his erection, though.  He felt
	BA's other hand leave the top of his head.

	BA unbuckled the cock ring with one hand, pulling it tighter in order to
	unlatch it. He felt rather than heard Face's muffled cry around his cock
	and almost stopped his torture of the man.  But he remembered how Face
	had pushed him farther and farther along this road and pulled the strap
	tight one more time before releasing it entirely.

	When he felt Face's balls tighten under his thumb, BA pulled his cock and
	fingers out, ignoring Face's moan.  "I gotta pee," he announced, kneeling
	up but not moving off the bed.

	Face blinked blankly then realized what was required. He positioned
	himself better and opened his mouth.

	BA forced himself to relax enough to release his sphincter.  He aimed the
	stream into the waiting mouth, meeting and holding Face's eyes. When he
	was done he shook the last few droplets onto Face's upturned head. "Is
	this what you need?" he asked in a rough voice.

	Face nodded.

	BA stood up and rearranged his clothes.  "We ain't gonna talk about what
	happened while I was away.  I don't wanna know the where or when or what.
	I already know the why.  You keep your mouth shut until you're sure you
	ain't gonna want to explain.  When you need it, you let me know, like we
	done for everything else.  You'll get it.  But only from me, understand?"

	Face nodded again.

	BA walked to the door.

	"Please?"

	Face's quiet voice made BA pause with his hand on the doorknob.

	"May I ... finish myself?"

	BA thought for a moment.  Finally he said, "No." He opened the door.
	"Clean yourself up and come to the garage," he called over his shoulder.
	He smiled grimly at the choked sound that came from behind him.

	***

	BA turned at the sound of the door between the house and the garage
	opening.  His cock twitched at the sight that greeted him.  Face stood
	uncertainly in the doorway, clean and naked.  He stood with his legs
	awkwardly apart, his cock standing out rigidly at a right angle from his
	body.  "Over the front of the van, face down," BA said, gesturing.

	Face walked bowlegged to the front of the van and carefully got into the
	position BA indicated.  Without being told, he spread his arms and legs.

	"Well?" BA sounded impatient.

	For a moment Face didn't know what BA wanted. Then BA's final words in
	the bedroom clicked into place.  'My God, he still wants me!'  Without
	turning his head, he said, "I need to be punished. I betrayed your trust.
	Do whatever you want with me."

	BA walked up behind Face and inspected his position.  Not quite
	satisfied, he pushed hard against Face's buttocks with the flat of his
	free hand.

	Face bit his lip to avoid whimpering as his cock was pinned between his
	body and the grill.

	BA moved his hand up to the small of Face's back.  He grunted his
	approval when Face did not move to release the pressure against his
	penis.  He held Face in place with the hand while pushing his legs
	further apart until the smaller man was barely touching the ground with
	his toes.  BA added a knee under his buttocks to steady Face then removed
	his hand and pinned him in position with his whole body.  He felt the
	tremors running through Face's body and his own body's response.  Not
	sure whether Face was responding sexually or out of terror, he asked,
	"You still want to play with chains?"

	Face went rigid for a moment and BA thought he was terrified after all.
	But he was just stilling his body, for his next response was a hoarse,
	but excited, "Yes, please."

	BA responded by pulling a length of chain from one of his large pockets
	and looping it around the side mirrors, pressing Face flat against the
	hood of the van as he stretched to reach them. He ignored the blond's
	moan and wrapped the ends of the chain around Face's wrists, then pulled
	until his arms were straightened above his head at 45-degree angles away
	from his body.  Pressing Face down again, and again ignoring the ensuing
	moan, he secured the ends to the chain with the attached S-loops.

	Replacing his knee with a large hand that groped and squeezed Face's
	balls, BA slid down to wrap each of Face's ankles in turn in the same
	way, hooking the chains to the front axle of the van.

	Stepping back to admire his work, BA wondered aloud what Hannibal and
	Murdock would think if he drove to their houses with this new hood
	ornament.

	This query caused Face to jerk his head around frantically, eyes wide. He
	scrutinized BA's expression carefully, then relaxed as much as his bonds
	allowed.

	"Looks like you still need that choke collar you wanted so much a while
	back," BA remarked.

	"Yes!"

	BA grinned at the enthusiastic response and felt his residual anger to
	seep away. "Well, I'll have to take measurements and I'd have to turn you
	around to do that.  Maybe after we're finished here, if you're good."
	With an effort, he blanked his face and said brusquely, "Turn your head
	back around."

	Face did as he was told, then lay still and waited.  Suddenly he felt
	something cool being rubbed against his back.  BA wasn't punishing him;
	he was taking care of his injuries! Tears ran down Face's cheeks. He
	didn't deserve the love of this man.

	BA finished applying the antiseptic ointment to the lash marks on Face's
	back and moved down to inspect the damage done by the separator.  Face's
	buttocks were black-and-blue from repeated hard paddling and pinching,
	and it would hurt to sit until it healed, but BA thought that might serve
	as a reminder for a while. He shook his head; he spanked and paddled Face
	regularly - it was one of their favorite games - but never had he bruised
	the beautiful flesh.  The spreader had torn the outside of Face's anus
	and BA realized with chagrin that his violent removal of the device
	hadn't improved the area.  He applied ointment to his fingers and then
	spread it thickly around the outside.  Remembering with a flush of anger
	at himself that he had fisted his lover without removing his rings, he
	squeezed more ointment onto his fingers and began gently inserting them,
	one by one, as though he were preparing Face for a thorough fuck.

	Face moaned as the fingers entered him.  He couldn't thrust back, chained
	as tightly as he was, but even the gentle intrusion brushing against his
	prostate was enough to threaten his tight control over his straining
	cock.

	BA felt Face go very still and watched him grip the chains tightly with
	his hands.  'You do still deserve some sort of punishment,' he thought.
	He whispered, "If you can't control yourself until I tell you to cum, I
	will blindfold you after I turn you over and leave you chained here on
	your back overnight. You won't know whether anyone is here with you or
	who it might be." As he spoke his finger movements became faster and
	rougher, pushing against the smaller man's prostate.

	Face knew exactly what BA was doing, but knowing didn't help.  Throwing
	his head back with a cry of mixed despair and pleasure, he climaxed,
	gushing all over himself and the front of the van.  Then he let his head
	fall back against the cool metal, panting and shivering.

	BA watched with satisfaction as his words had the desired effect.
	"Hannibal always said you was the weakest of us.  Guess he was right," he
	remarked.  He pulled his fingers out and walked slowly to the sink and
	thoroughly washed and dried his hands, feeling Face's eyes on him the
	whole time.

	Returning to the van, he released Face, bracing him until the blond found
	his feet.  "You got my van soiled," he said severely, pushing Face's head
	into the drying semen.  "Clean it up."

	Face licked his cum from the van without hesitation, knowing BA kept the
	van spotless and wouldn't endanger his health.

	BA watched Face with a bemused expression.  Face played submissive as
	part of a BDSM game, a game he had coaxed BA into by acting out - forcing
	BA to keep him in line with physical discipline.  BA had always been
	uneasy with the game.  Now he was even more aware of the fine line he
	walked and how easy it would be to cross that line.  Face wouldn't stop
	him, might even encourage him, as he had done with this latest stunt.  BA
	was stunned by a sudden realization: he had come home early, but even if
	he had stayed in Chicago for the full week, the marks on Face's body
	wouldn't have been gone; Face had deliberately turned BA's anger on him.

	Face's soft voice interrupted BA's thoughts. "I'm done, BA.  What do you
	want me to do next?"

	BA blinked.  He needed more time to think about this.  He stalled by
	sending Face off to get the equipment for his punishment.  "Go get the
	blindfold and the vibrator - the special one -and bring them down here.
	When you get back, set up the chains again. Then clean yourself off in
	the sink here - use cold water and don't dry off."  He folded his arms in
	dismissal and went back to his ruminations.

	The game could too easily become real.  Face must have realized that when
	he wet himself, BA thought.  But he hadn't backed down.  'He really wants
	me to own him, not just play at it, but how can I do that without
	destroying him - or having him destroy himself?'

	Suddenly the solution became clear and BA smiled, causing Face to nearly
	drop the chains he was arranging on the van.  Hannibal and Murdock were
	the keys, BA realized.  Their marriages had thrown Face to BA.  BA's
	literal exposure of his and Face's relationship to them had cemented the
	relationship.  If Face believed Hannibal and Murdock knew the extent of
	the BDSM he and BA indulged in, it would destroy him.  But BA could use
	exposure as a threat and occasionally show off his control over Face
	without totally humiliating him.  It would give Face the security of BA's
	control and enough uncertainty to prevent another escapade like this one.
	'I hope,' BA thought.  'After all, this is Face I'm dealing with.'

	BA licked his lips in anticipation of the times to come.  He loved Face
	and he loved the way Face gave him a way to safely release his emotions,
	both good and bad.  'And now I'm going to return the favor, little one,'
	he promised silently.

	He looked up.  The chains were arranged for easy access and Face held the
	blindfold in one hand and the vibrator in the other.  BA smiled at the
	blond who stood against the front of the van, dripping wet.  Then he
	frowned as he noticed the burns, bites, and cuts once again.

	Face shivered at the change in expression, not knowing its cause.

	BA let him wonder as he focused on the vibrator.  Face had it made as a
	present to him on their six-month anniversary.  It was an exact replica
	of BA's erect penis, enlarged by fifty percent.  It vibrated in a random
	and irregular fashion, making bodily control more difficult, and exciting
	both Face and BA, since the outcome of its use as a punishment couldn't
	be predicted.

	BA thought about what he wanted to do and carefully phrased his
	instructions.  He nodded at the vibrator.  "You're going to put that in
	yourself when I tell you to.  But first put the blindfold on."  He waited
	while Face obeyed, then grabbed up a long, clean rag and approached
	silently.

	Wary and on alert as he was, Face flinched when BA began wrapping the rag
	over the soft, molded eye shades.  He quieted himself quickly and stood
	still as BA wound it around his head twice, tying it tightly in the back.

	BA took the vibrator from Face and placed it on the van's bumper.  Then
	he put his hand between Face's legs.  Face jumped again.  "Make yourself
	hard," BA ordered.  "Don't stop till you're about to come."  He kept his
	hand resting on Face's scrotum.  Face might well try to buy himself extra
	time for control by stopping early, faking near-climax with a twitching
	cock.  This way, BA would know he was on the edge by the tightening of
	his testicles.  And Face would know BA didn't trust him completely.

	As BA watched Face masturbate, he looked sadly at the marks on the
	blond's body.  It was really too bad he was so obviously used, or he
	could have called Hannibal or Murdock to watch this performance.  Face
	didn't seem to realize BA wouldn't show him off until he healed though,
	so BA could take advantage of that.  He filed that thought away as Face's
	balls jerked upward and Face stood still and rigid, hardly daring to
	breathe.

	"Here's the vibrator."  BA handed it to Face.  "Put it in.  All the way.
	Turn around so I can watch."

	Face reddened in shame at the display he was giving to BA, but turned
	around and obeyed.  His rectal muscles balked at being stretched again so
	soon and Face pulled the device part way out and began thrusting it in
	and out, a little deeper in each time, to give his body a chance to
	adjust.  He'd thrust twice when a hard slap yanked the vibrator out of
	both rectum and hands.  He yelped at the pain.

	"I said: All. The. Way."  There was a shuffling noise.  "Turn around.
	You got it dirty when you dropped it.  Open your mouth and clean it."  BA
	shoved the vibrator into Face's mouth and held it there until Face sucked
	and licked it clean.  "Now do it right," BA ordered.

	Face felt the vibrator being put into his hand.  He turned around again,
	this time leaning against the van for support.  Gritting his teeth, he
	rammed the vibrator as far in as he could.  With the angle of his arms
	and the soreness of his ass, he couldn't get it all the way in.  Head
	bowed in defeat, he said brokenly, "I can't do it myself."

	BA said, "Stay there.  Don't move."

	Face obeyed, straining his ears, but hearing nothing.  Then suddenly the
	oversized vibrator was pulled out of him and a smaller one slammed home
	before his abused muscles could react.  A sob tore from his throat and
	his flagging cock revived.  He felt a hand, he hoped it was BA's, at his
	rear, and begged in a panic, "No, please.  I can't hold back.  Don't
	start it up."

	Silently BA backed away and waited for Face to regain his self-control.
	When Face's shoulders stopped shaking with sobs and he raised his head
	and straightened, BA said, "Okay then.  It stays in, but I won't turn it
	on.  We'll discuss how you can thank me when we're done."

	Face nodded.  "What do you want me to do?" he asked in a calm voice.

	"Just stay still and don't resist.  I'll do the rest."  BA made a point
	of scuffing his feet as he moved, letting Face know his location.  Gently
	but firmly he attached Face to the van with the chains, taking care not
	to stimulate him enough for him to lose control.  When he was done he
	asked, "Do you still want the choke collar?"

	Face nodded vigorously.

	"Then I have to put the cock ring on until I'm done with the
	measurements."

	"'Kay."

	BA stepped away and got the cock ring.  When he turned towards the van
	and its new decoration his breath caught in his throat.  He had to force
	himself not to stop to take a picture.  Lying on his stomach, Face had
	made a beautiful hood ornament. Splayed out on his back and fully
	aroused, he gave BA an immediate and urgent erection.

	BA stripped and grabbed up the antiseptic ointment.  He strapped the cock
	ring in place and made quick work of the injuries on Face's chest, then
	briefly sucked on his nipples.  When Face was moaning continuously and
	straining against the chains, BA climbed onto the van's bumper and
	straddled him.  Slowly and sensuously he rubbed himself up and down
	Face's body as the younger man tossed his head, unable to push himself
	towards or away from the sweet torment and unable to end it.

	Feeling his own climax approaching, BA used the ointment on his fingers
	to prepare himself and positioned himself over Face's pulsing rod.  In
	one movement, he pressed himself down all the way and turned on the
	vibrator embedded in Face's rear.

	Face's scream of frustrated pain and pleasure was joined by BA's roar as
	he erupted, hosing Face with hot cum.

	Recovering, BA turned the vibrator off and pulled himself from Face's
	rock-hard cock and took his time cleaning himself up and redressing,
	glancing from time to time at the twitching body displayed under the
	harsh fluorescent lights of the garage.  When he was done, he attached a
	hose to the faucet and turned the cold water on full.  Then he walked
	back to the van and hosed Face again, this time with a heavy stream of
	cold water.

	Face began shivering as soon as the cold water hit.  He expected to be
	left dripping on the cold metal of the van's hood in the unheated garage
	until morning.  He was surprised when he felt himself being dried with
	soft towelling; the chains loosened enough to dry both the van and his
	back as well.  Then ointment was reapplied to his chest.  He felt the
	metal of a flexible measuring tape sizing his neck, waist, and the base
	of his penis, the sound of a pencil scratching on paper punctuating each
	measurement.  Then the cool metal moved vertically marking off the
	distances between those points, going from his neck, down his front,
	between his legs, and up his back, between his buttocks, with a pause at
	his anus and his waist before finishing at the back of his neck.

	"Okay," BA said.  "I got what I need.  It'll be ready in the morning when
	I come to get you."

	"'Kay."

	Hands stroked Face's penis and he murmured indistinctly.

	"You want to be released or not?" BA asked.

	Face didn't answer immediately.  He knew BA was speaking only of the cock
	ring.  BA was leaving the harshness of his punishment up to him.  He had
	betrayed BA.  The truth was, if BA had stayed with his Momma, Face knew
	he probably would have removed the cock ring and given himself over to
	the man he had picked up to dominate him.  The truth was he deserved a
	harsher punishment than BA was giving him.  The truth was he would
	deserve it if BA threw him out right now, naked, blindfolded, and bound.
	"Leave it on," he said quietly but firmly.

	"All right," BA agreed.  "I'll free you in the morning."

	"Wait." Face heard BA's footsteps stop.  "Turn the vibrator back on.  And
	hose me down again."

	The footsteps approached the van and hands reached under Face and turned
	the vibrator on.  A moment later, Face felt the chains pulled tight.
	Then the footsteps receded.

	BA stood in the doorway and looked back at Face.  Face had prompted him
	to do the right thing when his soft heart had urged him to let it slide.
	"I ain't hosing you down right now.  I might do it later.  Might not," he
	said.

	Face heard the light switch click off and the door latch and lock.  The
	pain-pleasure of the vibrator made his body quiver uncontrollably and
	built up the pressure in his penis.  Somehow, even though it was no
	darker than before through his blindfold, he felt more helpless and
	vulnerable.

	***

	The release of the chains startled Face and he realized that he had
	fallen into a doze despite the pain in his shoulders, hips, and groin.
	He fell bonelessly forward into waiting arms.

	"Hold onto the van while I free your legs," BA said.

	Face propped himself up against the van, but his legs buckled as soon as
	they were released and he sat down hard on the bumper.  His bruised
	buttocks complained immediately and a whimper escaped his lips.  Strong
	arms lifted him upright and held him by the shoulders.  Face wobbled for
	a moment then straightened.  Slowly the arms released their grip and Face
	remained upright.  He felt the cloth covering the blindfold being
	unwound, but the blindfold remained in place and he made no move to take
	it off.

	Something made of jingling metal came over his head and rested around his
	neck with two long ends and one short one hanging down - the choke
	collar, he realized.  A chain belt of the same material snapped around
	his waist and he felt something hard press into his navel.  The two long
	chains pulled tight down the centerline of his chest and along his spine.
	The scrape of metal against metal told him they were being pulled
	through the waist chain.  A third circlet of metal loops slipped over his
	penis and tightened, making him cry out.

	As a warning to keep quiet, BA swung the snap-lock of the cock choke-ring
	against the sensitive tip of Face's swollen penis when he cried out.
	Then he snapped the lock high up on the chain depending from the choke
	collar, pulling Face's penis up from the base.

	Face clamped his mouth shut after BA forcibly reminded him to be quiet.
	His penis throbbed at the tip from the reminder, at the base from the
	choke-ring and the pull of the snap-lock, and along the length from the
	pressure of delayed release.  He braced himself, knowing the
	demonstration wasn't over yet.

	BA watched Face carefully as he removed the leather cock ring then
	brought the chest line down and latched it onto the choke-ring.  Face
	swallowed hard, but remained quiet and still. Nodding to himself, BA
	moved behind Face and continued his task.

	Face jumped as the vibrator was pulled out of his ass without warning.
	His bruised buttocks received the warning lash of a weighted chain this
	time, but he managed to keep his mouth shut and only a thin whimper
	emerged.

	"Good boy," BA murmured as he slid the bullet-shaped butt plug up the
	spinal chain and pushed it into place.

	Face shivered involuntarily when the cold metal butt plug entered him.
	He tensed for the punishing response, but none came.  His legs were
	nudged apart and the chain pulled tight into the crack between his
	buttocks then up to attach to the bottom of the choke ring, brushing
	against his scrotum.  Then the short end of the choke collar was picked
	up.  He'd nearly forgotten about it as it lay against his collarbone.
	Now it was tugged and the "choke" of "choke collar" reverberated around
	his neck and down the chest and spinal chains, tugging or choking at each
	joining point.  He brought his hands up to relieve the pain only to hear
	and feel the snap of cuffs around his wrists.

	"No!" BA said firmly, pushing Face's joined wrists down and latching the
	cuffs to the waist chain.  He picked up the end of the choke collar
	again.  "Now follow."

	Face stumbled after BA, trying to keep up enough not to choke.

	After starting out briskly, BA slowed to a pace that Face could manage.
	He led Face up to the bedroom and guided him to lie on his stomach on the
	bed.  Face felt the choke collar being rotated until the lead was in
	back.  He heard the snap of yet another lock and knew it had been
	attached to the head of the bed.  His legs were separated and the ankles
	locked into rigid shackles.  Another snap told him the bar of the
	shackles had been attached to the foot of the bed.

	BA watched Face absorb what was happening.  "That's as far as the choke
	collar will go," he said. He turned Face onto his back.  Face gagged
	until the choke collar reseated itself.  When he stopped, BA continued.
	"I can get to any part of your body without releasing you." Face nodded
	his understanding and BA began to detach him.

	"What are you doing?" Face asked, confused.

	"Releasing you.  It's morning; your punishment's over."

	"But I didn't thank you for not turning the vibrator on again."

	BA shrugged then realized Face couldn't see him.  "How do you want to
	thank me?" he asked.

	Face was silent for a few moments, thinking through what he wanted to
	say.  "You ... did things to me yesterday that you don't enjoy.  I think
	you did them to prove to me that I didn't have to go anywhere else to
	find what I need.  But I know there are things that you do enjoy that you
	don't do because I complain."  He paused.  "I want to thank you by ...
	asking you to enjoy yourself.  I won't complain.  I'll try not to make
	noise, but I can't promise about that.  Satisfy yourself.  Use me.  Don't
	want worry about hurting me or marking me."

	BA thought about this for a long while.  Finally he said, "Not today.
	Not when you're expecting it.  But you owe me one and I'll call you on it
	and you have to give yourself to me like you just said whenever I do."

	Face shuddered but nodded.  "I don't deserve you," he said softly.

	BA didn't answer; he just bent once again to release Face from his bonds.
	When he was done, Face lay blinking in the sunlight atop the bed.  He
	still wore the choke collars, but BA had loosened them so they didn't
	constrain him.

	"You gonna keep that on all the time or only when we play?" BA asked.

	"All the time," Face answered.

	BA nodded. "Good," he said.  "You remember I said we were starting over?"

	Face nodded warily.

	"Well, it's gonna be the way you wanted it, with me in charge when we're
	alone.  Not just playing at it.  That's what you really want, isn't it?"

	"More than that," Face said softly.  "What I need."

	"All right.  You go clean up and finish yourself off in the bathroom.
	But leave the door open.  When you're done go down to the kitchen and
	make breakfast. Then you gotta get dressed; Hannibal's coming over at 10
	and I don't want to have to explain the way you look."

	***

	<<<Three Weeks Later>>>

	BA looked down at the sleeping form next to him.  In the early morning
	light, Face looked like an angel.  His skin was smooth and pale gold.
	The silver links of his choke chains glittered in contrast to the matte
	finish of his body.

	BA stared at his lover for a long time, then nodded to himself; it was
	time to reinforce the lessons Face so painfully learned when BA returned
	from Chicago.  Without warning, he pulled the butt plug out and tightened
	the cock choke-ring.

	Face's eyes flew open.

	"Today's the day you thank me," BA told him just before he started
	attaching his chains to the bed.  Face lay passive and unresisting, as BA
	secured him, leaving him on his back with only his arms free.

	"Play with yourself," BA ordered.  As Face complied, BA stared at him
	impassively.  'How far can I take this?' he wondered.  'He's so beautiful
	when he's performing for me.  I have to be careful I don't push him too
	far.'  When Face was fully erect, BA turned away and went to his top
	drawer and removed two items.  Putting the items down out of Face's line
	of sight, he flipped him onto his stomach.

	"Keep jerking off," he warned and Face nodded.  After a few moments
	watching Face move rhythmically, BA reached for one of the items and
	plunged it into Face's hole.  The oversized vibrator had never been
	forced all the way in, but it was this morning.  BA gave Face no time to
	get used to the fullness, but turned it on to its highest setting and
	rotated him onto his back again.

	Face was panting and tears rolled down his cheeks, but he made no
	complaint.  He continued masturbating.

	BA stared down at Face, hesitating at taking the next step.  Face was red
	and crying with humiliation and pain, but hadn't stopped stimulating
	himself.  Some part of him was enjoying this, beyond the pain of the cock
	ring and vibrator.  BA decided that Face got pleasure from degradation at
	some level, as he already knew he got pleasure from the pain. BA reached
	for the item he had left on the bed.  He loosened the choke ring around
	Face's penis and quickly inserted the thin closed-end catheter all the
	way up and into his bladder.  Then he tightened the choke-ring again,
	snapping it higher on the chest chain than it had been before.

	BA watched Face writhe in a frustrating mix of pain and pleasure for
	several minutes.  Eventually pleasure won out.  Whimpers changed to moans
	of pleasure and his hands played with the catheter as well as continuing
	to stroke himself sensuously.  BA felt his own organ pulse in response to
	the sight. Well, he could do something about that. Abruptly, BA reached
	over and released Face from the bed. "Clean me," he ordered, standing at
	Face's head.

	Face rolled onto his side and sucked BA's cock into his mouth, licking it
	as he released it.  He repeated that several times until the cock was
	clean, then let it slip from his mouth.

	BA grabbed Face by the hair and shoved his cock back into the open mouth.
	Then he fucked Face's mouth until he shot his wad into the back of the
	man's throat.  "Clean me," he repeated, not removing his cock from Face's
	mouth.

	Face complied, gasping and shaking.

	BA withdrew his cock from Face's mouth and he gave Face his next
	instructions.  "Go down and make breakfast while I shower and shave."  He
	stepped away from the bed and offered Face no assistance as he struggled
	to maintain his balance with his body shaking violently.

	In the kitchen, BA had Face cook a duplicate of the breakfast he had
	prepared for BA, then sit down and eat with him.

	Face winced as he sat down on the hard chair BA indicated, the oversized
	vibrator shoved even further up inside him.

	BA flinched mentally at this, but kept his expression clear. He insisted
	that Face eat and drink the same amounts that BA did, threatening to
	force feed him if he didn't finish everything on his own.

	Almost choking on the last of the meal, Face complied.  The thought of BA
	forcing food and drink down his throat was too much for him.  The pain
	from his overfull bladder competed with that from his abused backside by
	the time he finished the large glass of milk BA poured him.

	BA saw the fearful look Face shot at him each time he choked on a
	mouthful of food or gagged as he drank his milk.  Force-feeding him now
	would quite possibly break him.  'Another time, when you can look on it
	as part of the game,' BA thought.  Both men were relieved when Face
	successfully swallowed the last of the meal without assistance.

	Without giving Face a chance to recover his equilibrium, BA took him back
	upstairs and restrained him again; this time he rolled Face onto his
	stomach and secured his hands to the waist chain at the small of his
	back.  Rolling Face onto his back, BA released the cock choke-ring and
	pulled the catheter out.  Then he turned Face onto his stomach and
	announced that he would be working on the van for a few hours.

	To Face those few hours seemed an eternity.  Pain flowed into pleasure
	and then into humiliation at his helplessness as he completely lost
	control of his body and urinated and ejaculated repeatedly.

	BA returned to the bedroom quietly and rolled Face over.

	The blue eyes stared at him unfocused for a moment, and BA worried that
	this last act of debasement had been too much.  Then Face blinked and
	spoke.  "I need to be punished."

	"Why?" BA asked.

	"I came without your permission, I lost control of my bladder, and I
	messed the bed."

	"How should I punish you?"  BA said, following their usual script.

	But Face shook his head.  "This is your day."
	
	BA smiled.  He hadn't pushed Face too far after all.

	***

	Hannibal and Murdock followed the instructions on the note taped to the
	front door and went into the garage.  The sight that greeted them there
	made them both sigh with regret.  They loved their wives, but this ...
	They both stared at the blindfolded beauty splayed out over the front of
	the van in openmouthed awe.

	BA stood to one side watching their reactions.  He had made sure that
	there was no sign of Face's earlier loss of control.  Face was clean of
	body and had been able to meet BA's eyes without difficulty as BA had
	arranged him on the van, saving the blindfold for last.  He wanted to
	display Face in a position of total surrender, helpless and vulnerable,
	asserting his ability to publicly expose him, but he wanted that display
	to be at a level of humiliation that Face could deal with.

	Hannibal turned to BA.  "You were right, BA.  He makes a beautiful hood
	ornament.

	Murdock, his eyes riveted on Face's perfect body in full arousal, saw the
	erect cock twitch when Hannibal spoke.  Something glittered, reflecting
	light when the cock moved.  Murdock approached the van silently to see
	what it was.  Chains, thin but strong-looking, mapped Face's torso,
	circling his neck, waist, and cock, connected to each other by a long,
	linked chain running down his chest to his cock.  "What's this BA?"
	Murdock called.

	Face's whole body twitched at the sound of Murdock's voice right next to
	him.

	Hannibal came over with BA to see what Murdock was asking about.  "Looks
	like slave chains to me," he remarked, tugging the chest chain gently and
	eliciting a soft moan.  He chuckled and walked back to the door.
	"Playing bondage, huh BA?  Ah, I wish I were younger or single or both."
	He grinned and addressed the figure on the van.  "Don't catch cold, kid.
	We've got a job that starts on Saturday."  He waved at the other two Team
	members and left.

	Murdock looked puzzled.  "How'd you convince him to do this, BA?  I'd
	have bet you'd be the one tied up if you two got involved with bondage."

	BA tweaked the upright penis and grinned when Face stretched towards him
	as much as his bonds allowed.  "Didn't have to convince him, fool," BA
	retorted in a mock-annoyed tone.  "It's what he wants."

	"No, BA," a patient voice corrected from the hood of the van.  "It's what
	I need."