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touch from his tormentor. John spoke to him, lifting three fingers, and
the man nodded.
    Father John stood back, and raised his arm and shoulder
then cracked the whip hard to the floor. The sound was chilling. He did it once
again and this time the tip lightly touched the sub's buttocks. Twice and it
slammed into the butt plug, causing the man to jerk, and on the third crack,
Father John flicked the sub's left testicle – just a small kiss with the tip of
the whip.
    A red welt appeared instantly. The man's balls drew up as
his entire body stiffened – then he screamed. It was a bloodcurdling cry of
pain – or pleasure – Kelly wasn't exactly sure, but it was an animalistic
shriek that really scared her. It sounded like the trumpets of Gabriel, a
frightening portent signifying the end of all things. Instinctively she leaned
into Master Ron for support.
    The sub's cock began to spurt like a fountain as the
man's hips bucked and thrust. The muscles of his back and buttocks rippled
while the man spewed in pulsing, copious strings of ejaculate. The sub was
crying, floods of wet tears trailing down his face and all the while he kept
repeating, sobbing and calling out, "Father! Father! Father!"
    Father John moved to the man, loosening first the
spreader bar so he could regain his balance, and then lowering the tension on
his arms, and unhooking his cuffs. While of average height, John was strong.
With biceps bulging, he effortlessly picked the large boneless sub up
completely, tenderly carrying him in his arms, while looking down into the
man's face. Hundreds of people watched, and there was movement, talking,
laughing and discordant noises everywhere.
    Despite everything, Kelly saw that John and his sub were
only aware of each other. To them, in this moment in time, they were the only
two people on earth.
    Father John slowly, with careful encouragement and
consummate skill, had brought him to this state of bliss. Despite the
endorphins coursing through his system and the mindless, transcendent ecstasy
of sub space, the man was wholly conscious of his Dom. The sub's emotional
response was transparent - easy for anyone to read: devotion, adoration, love.
    Kelly felt extraordinarily drawn to the scene before her.
The handsome young Dom, John Taylor, always seemed intimidating, dispassionate
and implacable to Kelly. Right now he displayed an array of possible emotions
as he gazed at his submissive. Unlike his sub, John was not easy to read.
    Kelly tried to comprehend, what was John feeling right
now? Loving? Protective? Whatever it was, Kelly was stunned to recognize that
it was truly beautiful. There was a palpable connection between
the two men, a bond that couldn't be seen with one's eyes – yet anyone with
even a drop of humanity would recognize it.
    Father John looked down at the sub in his arms - the man
who had willingly given him everything that he had been capable of giving, and
then had reached further, digging deep, and given him even more. John's
handsome face was serene, almost angelic. His lips curved infinitesimally in a
blissful smile of contentment.
    John had never given Kelly the impression that he was a
happy soul at peace with himself, and he never smiled. But he did so now.
    Kelly couldn't hear Father John, but she saw him speak to
the man in his arms. She wasn't a lip-reader, but she could swear she saw him
mouth the heartfelt words, "Thank you." And then he added what looked
like, "…forgive you."
    Had Father John said, "I forgive you?" Or had
he named someone and said that whoever it was, "forgives you?"
    Kelly's curiosity burned. It seemed important to know
exactly what Father John had said. But she would never have the courage to ask
him.

8. Close Call
    Kelly left the ladies dressing area, shutting the door
behind her. She smiled and said good night to the friendly guard, Tom, and then
got into the elevator that was already waiting. It had been a great night. The
scene with Father John was awesome, and