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Ken rushed into the Dream House. He was humiliated by the failure of his bringing toxic masculinity to Barbie Land. The Barbies had triumphed and were back in charge. He was kneeling face down crying.

"It's all right to cry," Barbie said, softly touching his neck.

"I know crying's not weak. I'm a liberated man." He sat up. "I didn't love it. When I found out it wasn't about horses I lost interest anyway."

Barbie brushed the tears off his cheeks. "That's not good enough, Ken. You haven't even apologized."

"I'm sorry. I'M SORRY!"

"Still not good enough. You need to be punished." She took him to the bedroom. Whatever Barbie imagined would automatically be. She imagined restraints. She took off Ken's mink and threw it on the floor, began to undress him.

"What are you doing?" he said, shocked.

She took off the last of his clothing and ran her hands down his body. He trembled. To his surprise after being in the Real World he had a penis and it was feeling uncomfortable right now. "Lie on the bed face down," she said. He did so. She ran her hands over his hips. She took his hands and put his wrists into the restraints, then tied his ankles as well to the bed. She wished for a wooden paddle and began striking his hips hard. "You're a bad boy, Ken. I want you to think about that." He was breathing hard, twisting uncomfortably on the bed. She beat him till he was black and blue. Tears ran down his face. She put her fist inside him and he gasped. "Does that feel good, Kenny?"

"No, it hurts."

"I want to make you hurt, Kenny." She moved her fist in and out, fist fucking him. He moaned. With her other hand she gripped his penis and massaged it vigorously. After awhile she stopped, not letting him come. She withdrew her fist and removed the restraints. "Turn over."

He did so. He was lying on his back, helpless and beautiful. "I want to come."

"Not yet," she said.

"I want to touch you."

"No." She put the restraints back on.

He lay there spreadeagled on the bed. "They're too tight," he complained. "It hurts."

"You don't know what pain is. But you're about to find out." She wished for electrodes and they appeared tied to wires. She ran her hands over his hard chest and abs, then put the electrodes on top of them, making sure to attach them to his nipples. She put the electrodes on his thighs. She put a circle of electrodes around his hard penis and then put two electrodes inside of him. "Take a deep breath. I'm going to turn it on." She turned the switch and he screamed.

He screamed, convulsing and writhing on the bed. "No, Barbie no, I can't bear it."

"Again," she said. She pulled the switch again and again, wrenching cries out of him. She fondled his penis till he almost came, then turned the switch again.

He screamed and came, feeling pain and pleasure all together as one. "Oh, God." His entire body shook in spasms.

When it was all over she wiped the cum off his body with a soft cloth, removed the electrodes, and kissed him gently on the mouth. "Ken, have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes," he said, tearfully.

Then she was loving to him and caressed his face softly. "Tell me you love me."

"I love you, Barbie." Tearfully. "Please don't hurt me again."

"That all depends on you," she said. "If you're a good boy."

He promised he would be good forever more.

But we all know Ken cannot keep his promises. There were times it was necessary for Barbie to hurt him again. In time he would learn.

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Ryan Gosling was leaving his home in L.A. to go make "La La Land" when he was accosted by three men in their thirties. He did not recognize them. They were big men dressed in jeans and t-shirts and did not have friendly expressions. "Do you want an autograph?" Ryan asked. For answer they seized hold of him and began to beat him. He struggled, fighting back, but he was soon overpowered. One man hit him hard in the head, and Ryan fell unconscious. They dragged him into the trunk of their car and drove off.

When Ryan came to he was lying on a bed in a small room, naked and spreadeagled, his wrists and ankles bound in heavy clamps. His head hurt. His ribs hurt. "Let me go!" he cried. "I'll pay you, anything you want."

The men were standing there, looking down at him, smiling. "We don't want money," one of them said.

"What do you want?"

"You. We want to make you suffer." The man grabbed hold of Ryan's nipples and twisted them.

It hurt. Ryan shifted uncomfortably. "Please don't hurt me," he said.

For answer another man brought over a knife. It was red hot. He put the flat blade against one of Ryan's nipples. Ryan cried out. The man made shallow cuts with the knife, all over Ryan's chest, burning him each time he cut. Ryan cried out, over and over again. The man cut into Ryan's abs.

"Please," Ryan said. "Please." Blood was running down his chest and abs. The man grabbed hold of Ryan's penis and fondled it hard. To Ryan's dismay, he was becoming aroused. "No, don't," he said, his voice quavering. The man drew back. For a moment Ryan thought they were going to let him go.

Then a second man came over with a whip. He whipped Ryan's shoulders and thighs several times and then began whipping Ryan on the penis.

Ryan screamed each time the whip struck him. Tears were streaming down his face.

Finally, the men undid the bonds for a moment and turned Ryan over onto his stomach. The man with the whip struck Ryan's hips over and over again. Then they took turns raping him.

It hurt like hell. They were rough and ploughed into him hard, sparing him no mercy. "No!" Ryan shouted. "No!" It did no good. They enjoyed themselves with him, hurting him as much as they could. Then they were finished. They turned him over and bound him again, left him lying there on the bed face up, bleeding.

Ryan struggled with his bonds, trying unsuccessfully to free himself. After awhile a beautiful young woman came in. She had long brown hair and a sweet face and was wearing shorts with a t-shirt. "They hurt you bad, didn't they?" she said. "I'm trying to persuade my husband to let you go." She had a cup of cool water and put it to his lips. Ryan drank it gratefully. She took a cool wet cloth and wiped his chest and abs, wiping off the blood, and pressing to stop the bleeding. She rubbed on some burn ointment. "You'll be all right," she said. Gently she wiped his penis with the cloth.

"Why are you being so kind to me?" Ryan said. He was trembling with the pain.

"I'm a fan of yours. I loved your movies. My husband loved them too, too much I'm afraid. He said all he wanted was to fuck you. I'm sorry he and his friends hurt you."

The door opened and the men came back in. One of them, the leader of the three, motioned to the girl. "Get out," he said. She did so.

The men took turns whipping Ryan and then turned him over and raped him again. Afterwards Ryan lay motionless, wanting only to die. The men left. The young woman came back in. She undid Ryan's bonds. "You can go," she said.

"Won't they be mad at you? I don't want them to hurt you," Ryan said. He found his clothes on a chair and got dressed.

"My husband will forgive me. He loves me. He didn't intend to keep you here forever. He will persuade the others to leave me alone. I'm going to put a blindfold over your eyes and drive you home you won't know where this place is." She did so. She let Ryan go in front of his house.

He stumbled inside, almost ran into Eva. "Ryan!" she said. "What happened to you?"

"I was kidnapped, gang raped, and tortured," he said.

Horrified, Eva took him to the hospital. The doctor treated him; he had three broken ribs from the beating, and he was torn up inside. He had a concussion. Ryan talked to a policewoman who was kind and gentle with him. But there was little he could tell her. He did not know who the men were or where he had been. "We'll take a rape kit. But in all likelihood we won't be able to find them," she told him. "But if I were you, I'd hire a bodyguard in case they come back." The doctor kept him in the hospital overnight.

He had a hard time sleeping. He hurt all over. He woke up once from nightmares, convinced that he was being raped again. Eva was sitting beside his bed. She took his hand and held it gently. "I called the director," she said. "He understands if you're not able to finish the movie for awhile."

"I want to finish it," Ryan said. "As soon as possible." With time he would heal physically, but the emotional wounds were harder to heal. Ryan would suffer from the memory of the rape for the rest of his life.

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Ryan finished making “La La Land.” The movie was a grand success. Everyone wanted him for personal appearances or as a guest on talk shows. But all he wanted was to be left alone. He hurt inside. His injuries had healed, but he could not forget about the rape or the violence that had been done to him. And every conversation he had with Eva turned into a quarrel. She did not understand the depth of what he was suffering, of what had been done to him. The men had not only harmed him physically. Ryan would never be the same again.

So one day he decided he had to get away from it all. Ryan got into his car and drove, away, away. He drove a long distance. Eventually he came to a sign that said Barbieland. He didn’t know what that was, but he kept on going. He came to a white sandy beach and a deep blue ocean. The ocean looked like it was made of hard plastic. It was the strangest thing he had ever seen, the artificial waves glinting in the sunlight, frozen motionless. And on the beach was a man of about 40 who stood there crying. He had bleached blond hair and was wearing blue jeans and an open blue jean shirt that showed his muscular chest and his tight abs. Ryan was wearing gray slacks and a checked short sleeved shirt. The man drew his hand down his face, trying to soothe himself.

“Are you all right?” Ryan asked.

The man stopped crying and blinked. Ryan noticed then that the man looked a lot like him. If not for the bleached blond hair, they could have been twins. “I’m okay. I’m just crying because Barbie won’t love me, and she keeps hurting me.”

“I’m sorry,” Ryan said. He added, “Isn’t Barbie a doll?”

“Yes. I’m a doll too but we’re anatomically correct because we went to the Real World. Barbie’s mad at me because I tried to make it so that men could be respected here and women would wait on them, just like it is in the Real World.”

“I’m from the Real World, and I can tell you that women have careers there just like the men. They don’t always wait on the men.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Yes,” said Ryan.

“Does she wait on you?”

“Sometimes.”

“You see. Here the women have everything, and the men have nothing. I don’t even have a place to live. My only job is Beach. And Barbie likes to torture me with electrical shocks. It hurts.”

“I’m sorry.” Ryan added, “I’ve been hurt too. I was kidnapped by three men and tortured and raped.”

“What is rape?” His face registered his innocence.

“Each man put his penis inside me. They were rough, and it hurt. A lot.”

“Oh, that’s horrible.” His face registered his shock.

“I’m Ryan.” He held out his hand.

“Ken.” Ken took hold of his hand and held it.

Holding Ken’s hand clenched in his, Ryan felt safe for the first time.

“Come meet Barbie.”

Ryan wasn’t sure that he wanted to meet Barbie. She sounded dangerous. But Ken was gripping onto his hand, so Ryan went with him. They walked into a village of charming little pink houses. Ken let go of Ryan’s hand and knocked on the door. The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen opened the door. She had long blond hair and was wearing a stylish pink dress. She stared at Ryan. “And who are you?”

“I’m Ryan. And I take it you must be the infamous Barbie.”

“You look like Ken. But your hair is the wrong color. Still blond but darker. I like it.”

“Thanks,” Ryan said.

She looked at Ken. “Have you been telling Ryan what I did to you?”

Ken hung his head miserably. “Yes.”

“I have to punish you then. You know what goes on between you and me is private. I can’t have you talking to people.”

“Ryan’s a friend.”

“I can’t have you talking to your friend then.” She held the door open. “Come in. You too,” she said to Ryan. “You can watch.”
Ryan was uneasy but he followed Ken inside.

“Go into the bedroom and take off your clothes,” Barbie said to Ken.

Ryan followed. Ken took off his shirt and then his pants and underwear. Carefully he placed his clothes on a chair.

“Lie down on the bed on your back,” Barbie said. Ken did so. “Nice. You’re as pretty as a picture. All submissive waiting for me.”

Ryan saw that Ken was trembling. It was clear that Ken was very afraid, but whatever Barbie wanted to do to him, he was going to let her do it.

Barbie went to the dresser and picked up a gadget that was made of steel. It had sharp prongs on it. She ran it across Ken’s chest, dug into his flesh. He moaned and shifted uneasily. His lip trembled. She dug in harder and drew blood. He cried out. She drew it over his tight abs, and he cried out again. Then she moved down and drew it over his penis. She dug in. Ken screamed as the prongs pierced him.

“Stop,” Ryan said, wincing.

Barbie turned to him, the gadget in her hand. “What did you say?”

“Leave Ken alone.” He was stoic. “Do it to me instead.”

“Do you like to be hurt?”

“I wouldn’t say I liked to be hurt. I certainly didn’t like it when three men raped me. But I’d rather be hurt myself than watch you hurt Ken.”

She smiled. “You’re a brave man.”

“Not really,” he said. “I just can’t stand watching someone suffer.”

“Get up,” she said to Ken. “Go in the bathroom and wash off the blood. There’s a washcloth on the sink. Then come in and watch me hurt Ryan. But keep your clothes off. I like to see you naked.”

Ken did so quickly. He came back out and stood there, watching. He was the most beautiful man Ryan had ever seen. He realized that he was congratulating himself, perhaps he was even in love with himself.

“You,” Barbie said to Ryan, “take off your clothes. Slowly. I like to watch you get undressed.”

Ryan unbuttoned his shirt exposing his muscular chest that was so like Ken’s. He slipped the shirt off his shoulders and put it on the chair. He took off his shoes and then his pants and underwear.

Barbie’s gaze clearly admired his masculine beauty. “Now lie down on the bed. Just like Ken did. On your back. Spread your legs apart so I can get at you better.”

Ryan did so and waited.

Barbie put the prongs into the flesh of his chest. He wailed. The sound of his voice was shocking in the still room. She dug in deeper, and he cried out. She drew the gadget across his chest, piercing his nipples, and then over his abs. She drew it over his shoulders. Everywhere she went she drew blood. Then she went down to his penis and pierced him. He screamed. She did it several times. “Turn over.” He did so. “Keep your legs apart.” She got another gadget with prongs shaped like a bottle and this one she put inside of him. She fucked him with the gadget while he cried. Tears ran down his face.

“Don’t,” he said, “I’ve been raped. You’re raping me again.”

“Do you want me to do this to Ken instead of you?”

“Oh, god. No.” He tried to be brave as she dug deep into him with the prongs, but he could not help the sounds that he made. He knew that he was bleeding, just as he had bled after the earlier rape.

“Stop hurting him,” Ken said, speaking up at last.

“Pretty boy. Do you want me to do this to you instead?”

“No,” Ken said, ashamed.

“You’re not as brave as he is. All right. I’m finished. Turn over.”

Ryan turned over and lay on his back. He wondered what she would do to him next.

“I have a new invention,” she said. “It was made in Barbieland for punishing naughty dolls. It’s called a pain stick. I’m going to use it on you. It’s going to hurt bad. You’re going to beg me to stop. But I will not stop until I’m finished. Are you ready?”

Ryan blinked back tears. “Yes,” he said.

The gadget looked like a “Star Trek” communicator, but it had a darker purpose. She held it to his chest. It was as though he was consumed by fire. He felt fire all over him, spreading throughout his chest. He heard his cries as if they were coming from another person. Someone is being tortured, he thought, and then realized that the person was him. She moved it to his thighs, and the circle of flame spread outward. She put it on his penis. He screamed himself hoarse, clenching his fists. From time to time he uttered curse words. The agony spread throughout his entire body. He felt that he would die. There was pain, there had always been pain, there would always be pain. He fell through pain into a time of numbness. Somewhere inside the pain there was a cold hard center of him that could not feel anything at all. She turned the device up so that the pain suddenly increased, and he convulsed in agony and writhed on the bed. She put the device back on his chest for several long moments and then took it away. He was still locked in the memory of pain, still twitching.

“Ryan, I’m sorry,” Ken said. His voice broke. “I’m sorry I’m not brave.”

“It’s okay,” Ryan whispered. He was shaking.

Barbie leaned over and kissed Ryan long and hard on the lips. “You’re gorgeous,” she said. “You’re a brave man, and you’re adorable.” He was passive being kissed, not participating in any way. She kissed his passive lips. Her lips were hot, and her breath was sweet. “Stay here with me. Have sex with me tonight.”

“I have a girlfriend,” Ryan said. “I won’t be unfaithful to her.”

For answer she brought the pain stick back and tortured him with it again for several long moments. Finally, she drew back. “You can leave.”

“What about Ken?” Ryan said.

“Ken will continue to suffer.”

“No, please,” Ken said. He wailed, drew a hand through his blond hair.

“No,” Ryan said. “I will stay here with you. You can hurt me as much as you like.” She touched him on the chest with the pain stick again, and he gasped. “Oh, god. Does it have to hurt so much?”

“Tell me about the other time when you were hurt, Ryan. What was it like?”

Trembling, he began to tell her and Ken about the time when he’d been raped. He found himself sobbing. He had not cried afterwards, but now he found that he could not stop crying.

Barbie stroked his hair. “It’s all right,” she said. “You’re safe now.”

He wasn’t exactly safe, but at least now Barbie was in a comforting mood.

Ken came over and held his hand.

“Ken, get on the bed,” Barbie said. “Lie on your stomach. Put your legs apart. Ryan, fuck him. I want you to know what it’s like to fuck another man.”

“I don’t know if he’ll like it,” Ryan said.

“I don’t care if he likes it. I want you to do it. It will make you feel better.”

Ken was lying there, trusting. Ryan drew his hands all over Ken’s body, up and down. He caressed Ken’s smooth hips. He put one finger inside him, then three fingers. Ken trembled and moaned. “Do you have any lubricant?” Ryan said to Barbie.

“Did they use lubricant when they raped you?”

“No.”

“I want you to do it without lubricant. I want you to hurt him.”

Ryan was becoming turned on, caressing Ken. He tousled Ken’s blond hair and leaned over and nipped his neck, drawing blood. He reached under Ken and fondled Ken’s penis. Ken grew hard. Ryan pressed himself down on top of the other man and entered him. Ken cried out as Ryan’s hard penis invaded him. Ryan had never had sex with another man before. It was a strange sensation. Ryan thrust again and again, breathing hard, as Ken moaned beneath him. Then pleasure flooded him. Ryan collapsed onto the bed till gradually the sensations drained away. He stroked Ken’s hips gently. “Are you all right?”

“I’m okay,” Ken said. “It hurt but it felt good too.” Ken turned over.

Ryan hugged the other man, his face buried into Ken’s shoulder.

“Ryan, if you won’t sleep with me, you will sleep on the beach with Ken,” Barbie said. “And tomorrow you will come back, and I will hurt you again.”

“Yes,” Ryan said. He knew this was his life. His time for making movies was over, at least for now. And he thought he was in love with Ken. That night Ryan and Ken slept in each other’s arms. Ryan felt safe. Perhaps he would stay here forever.

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Ryan spent that night on the beach lying in Ken’s arms. When he woke up the next morning Ken had rolled away from him. He was still asleep, his face beautiful in repose, his eyes closed. Ryan admired his blond eyelashes, how delicate they were. He leaned over and kissed Ken on the forehead. Ken woke up and smiled at him. Ryan smiled back. “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Who are you calling beautiful?” Ken said, confused, blinking.

“You. You’re beautiful.” Ryan spoke firmly.

Ken blushed. “I’m just Ken.”

“You’re never just. You’re special.”

Ken couldn’t stop smiling. A tear rolled down his cheek, and he brushed it back with his hand.

Ryan realized he wasn’t hungry. “Usually I’d want to eat breakfast about now, but I’m not hungry or even thirsty.”

“You’ll never be hungry or thirsty in Barbieland,” Ken said. “You can live here forever, and you’ll never get sick or old.”

“I have to go home eventually,” Ryan said, reluctantly.

“Don’t go back. Stay here. I need you.” Ken’s face was pleading.

Ryan wrapped his arms around Ken and kissed him on the mouth. A long lingering kiss. Ken kissed him back, urgently, hungrily. They hugged each other tenderly. Ryan bit Ken’s mouth gently; his fingers clenched Ken’s shoulders.

A shadow fell across them. They looked up. Simu Ken was standing there, surrounded by four other Kens. He had a malevolent gleam in his eye. Ryan realized that the doll was looking lustfully at Ken. “Ken, I want to beach you off.”

“Leave him alone,” Ryan said.

For answer Simu Liu grabbed hold of Ken and pulled him away from Ryan. He dragged him several feet forward and then held him down on the ground on his back. Ryan started toward them. The other Kens grabbed hold of him and held him back. Ryan struggled with them. “No!”

Simu Ken took a knife out of his pocket. He pulled Ken’s open shirt even more open and ran the knife delicately over Ken’s chest. “What do you say?”

“Please don’t hurt me,” Ken said, trembling.

Simu Ken laughed. He cut Ken with the knife, small cuts going up and down his chest and abs. With each cut Ken jerked and moaned. Blood trickled out. Simu Ken cut deeper, and tears ran down Ken’s face.

“Let him go!” Ryan shouted.

Simu Ken turned Ken over and pulled down his jeans. He laughed when he saw Ken’s name on the underwear. “Has anyone ever told you you’re adorable?” He ran his hands along Ken’s hips, then stuck his fist inside Ken. Ken cried out. Simu Ken fucked Ken hard with his fist as Ken screamed.

Ryan pulled away from the Kens and struck out with his fists. He succeeded in knocking them over. He grabbed hold of Simu Ken and pulled him away from Ken. Simu Ken knocked Ryan’s hands away. “It’s time for you two to visit Barbie.” He was a coward after all. He did not want to fight Ryan. He walked away, followed by the other Kens.

Ryan helped Ken get up. He stroked his hair tenderly. “We don’t have to visit Barbie if you don’t want to.”

“We have to,” Ken said, “or she’ll send the other Kens after us. They’ll force us to go, and she’ll hurt us even worse.” His expression was grave.

So off they went to visit Barbie. When they went inside, she was waiting for them. She pointed to Ken. “You. Take your clothes off. Lie down on the bed.”

“I thought you said you were going to hurt me instead,” Ryan said.

“Ken didn’t stop me from hurting you. So I have to punish him.”

“No,” Ryan said sternly.

“Sit down on that chair.” Her voice tolerated no disobedience. Reluctantly, Ryan sat. She took some rope and bound his arms in back of the chair, then tied his legs together. “You watch. It will be your turn next.”

Ken took his clothes off and lay on the bed in terror of what was to come.

Barbie took the pain stick and pressed it against his abs.

“No! No!” Ken shrieked. He twisted in agony as she turned the volume up.

“For God’s sake,” Ryan said, “he’s already been hurt today. Simu Ken stabbed and raped him with his fist.”

“He hasn’t suffered nearly enough,” Barbie said. “Tell me what you’re feeling, Ken.”

“It burns,” he sobbed.

“You’re a bad boy, Ken. You’re a coward.”

“I know.” He continued crying.

She moved the pain stick against his thighs, and he cried out again, moved it down to his penis and he screamed.

“Stop it,” Ryan said. He twisted in the chair.

Barbie finally lifted the pain stick away. “All right. I’m finished. You can sit down, Kenny.”

Ken got up without waiting for further instructions. Barbie untied Ryan. Ryan went to Ken. Ryan put his arms around Ken and kissed him tenderly on the mouth. Ken sobbed and hugged him.

“Very touching,” Barbie said, her tone conveying the opposite. “Ryan, take off your clothes and get on the bed.”

Ryan obeyed. He lay on the bed, clenching his fists, his hands then opening and closing. Barbie touched his chest with the pain stick. It was worse than the first time. She had put it on a different setting and turned the power up. He felt as if he were being ripped apart. He screamed again and again. She moved it to his penis, and he sobbed. Tears fell down his face. Pain flooded his entire body, wracking unbearable pain.

“Don’t hurt him,” Ken pleaded. “Do it to me again.” He had suddenly gained courage.

“No,” Ryan gasped, “don’t hurt Ken.”

“You two really care about each other, don’t you,” Barbie said. She took the pain stick off Ryan. She fastened electrodes to his chest, then put three on his penis, reached under and put three inside of him. She turned the electricity on, and he screamed again. She turned the volume way up, and Ryan fell unconscious. He woke up as she struck him hard on the face. She shocked him again and again.

“Oh, god,” Ryan cried. “Please help me.” He twisted in agony.

“Let him go,” Ken said. He reached out and grabbed hold of Barbie’s arms, pulled her hand back with the controls to the electricity.

She was startled. He had never touched her before. “Let me go, Kenny.” Reluctantly, Ken dropped her arms. She smiled. “I’m beginning to like you after all.” She reached out, pulled Ken toward her, and kissed him hard on the mouth. He shifted uncomfortably. He had always wanted to be kissed by Barbie but not like this. Not while they were at odds with one another. She pushed Ken down onto the chair. “Be a good boy and sit still. I’m not finished with Ryan.” She removed the electrodes. Then she climbed on top of Ryan and began fondling his penis till he grew hard. She put his penis inside of her and lay on top of him. “Now move, damn it. Make love to me.”

Reluctantly Ryan did as she asked.

She moved on top of him, grabbed hold of his nipples and pinched him, bit his mouth hard so that she drew blood. Her hands ran up and down his arms, over his shoulders, onto his chest and his hard abs. She reached around to his back and dug in her nails.

Ryan came in hard gasps. He didn’t want the pleasure, fought against it, but it came anyway. He was unhappy when he saw that he had given her pleasure too. He didn’t want Barbie. All he wanted was Ken.

Barbie got up. “Ken, come over here.” Ken came, uneasily. Barbie put the pain stick into his hand. “Torture Ryan. You won’t be harmed. Your hand is touching the handle, and you can’t be hurt.”

“I don’t want to hurt him,” Ken said, pouting.

“I don’t care what you want.”

Ken moved slowly as though he was in a dream. He touched Ryan with the pain stick. Ryan moaned.

“Turn the dial up,” Barbie said. “Turn it up all the way.”

“I can’t do that,” Ken said.

“I said, turn it up all the way!” she shouted at him.

Ken turned it up all the way, resting the device on Ryan’s chest, and Ryan screamed. Ken drew back. “I don’t care what you do to me, Barbie. I won’t hurt Ryan.”

Barbie was furious. Her hand clamped down on Ken’s, and she took the pain stick away from him. She placed it on Ryan’s abs.

He sobbed and begged for mercy. “Please, stop hurting me, please.”

“No!” Ken cried. “Stop it.”

She put it on his penis, and Ryan cried some more. Barbie drew back and put the device down. “Ken, rape Ryan. I want you to hurt him hard.”

Ken turned Ryan over gently and drew his hands across Ryan’s hips. He bent down and covered Ryan’s neck with gentle kisses.

“Don’t make love to him, fuck him.”

“It’s okay,” Ryan said. “You can hurt me.”

“I would never hurt you.” Ken entered Ryan’s body with gentle thrusts. Ryan sobbed with pleasure. Barbie watched in disbelief as the two men pleasured each other. With a scream of joy, the two men came. Ken turned Ryan over and pressed his lips against Ryan’s. He drew back.

“You’re going to pay for this,” Barbie said. She tied them both down on the bed side by side and whipped them. The whip had five strands as well as hard pieces of medal attached to it. Ken cried right away but Ryan was stoic. He was not going to let Barbie see how much she was hurting him. In the end though, he was moaning. Both men were covered with blood. She turned them over and whipped their hips, then one by one stuck the handle of the whip inside them and twisted it. In the end both Ken and Ryan were screaming. She put down the whip and turned them over again. She kissed Ryan gently on the lips and then kissed Ken as well. Her face showed resignation. “Your trial is over. I’m not going to hurt you again. I can't fight love. You have each other now. You don’t need me.”

“Ken needs a doctor,” Ryan said.

“Ryan needs one too,” Ken said. “He has bad burns from the electric shocks.”

“Go see Doctor Barbie.”

They found Doctor Barbie at her medical tent. She told them to undress. Gently she rubbed healing ointment on Ryan’s burns. Ken needed some stitches from the knifework that Simu Ken had performed on him. Tears ran down his face when Doctor Barbie stitched him up. Their chests, hips, and even their penises were covered with cuts from the whip that Barbie had used. Doctor Barbie put antiseptic ointment on their bare skin. “I can’t do anything about the damage from the pain stick,” she said. “You may hurt for a while.”

Ryan thanked her for her kindness. He felt all over aching in his body. He could see that Ken was also in pain. He and Ken got dressed and went back to their spot on the beach.

They lay down side by side. Ryan put his arms around Ken and held him gently. Ken kissed his chin, his cheek, and then his lips. His hand stroked Ryan’s hair. He opened Ryan’s shirt and ran his hand down Ryan’s chest, over his hard abs.

“Oh, god,” Ryan said. “I want you.”

“I want you too.”

Ryan turned Ken over and pulled down his pants. He pulled down his own pants too. He ran his lips across Ken’s hips.

Ken moaned. “Do me,” Ken said. Ryan entered him. He meant to be gentle but as he got more and more excited, he became more and more rough. Finally with a strangled cry Ryan came. Ken had come just a moment before, trembling in Ryan’s arms in ecstasy.

“I love you,” Ryan said. He realized Ken was all he had ever wanted or needed. He ran his hands down Ken’s face. All he wanted was to keep Ken safe, forever.

Ken smiled. “I love you too.” His face lit up when he was smiling, his body taut with pleasure.

“I’m not going to leave you,” Ryan said.

“Stay with me, forever,” Ken said.

And Ryan did.

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Ryan and Ken grew closer and closer as time went by. They made love often, joyfully. Usually, Ryan was the aggressor. He stroked Ken's blond hair, ran his lips lovingly across Ken's cheek. He ran his hands over Ken's entire body, fondled his penis till Ken was begging for Ryan to enter him. Then he turned Ken over and did so, his hands hard on the other man's hips. At times Ryan was aggressive, at times gentle. Sometimes his nails dug into Ken's shoulders as he made love to him. It wasn't fucking. It was making love, always. At times Ken surprised him, and he became the aggressor. His hands explored Ryan's body everywhere. He entered Ryan and ground against him, his lips tight against Ryan's neck as Ryan moaned in pain and pleasure. They never used lubricant. From Barbie they had learned that there was something instructive in pain, and they welcomed the pain as well as the pleasure. It brought them closer together. Afterwards they were sore, and they would lie in each other's arms, hugging each other and kissing the tears from the other's cheeks. When they weren't making love they would walk on the beach together, arm in arm. The other Kens taunted them, calling them the lovebirds, but never accosted them. Even Simu Ken kept his distance.

When a year had gone by, Ryan was still there in Barbieland. He had almost forgotten about Eva. They received a written invitation from Barbie in elegant handwriting on a pale blue sheet of stationary. "Come to my Dreamhouse tomorrow morning," the note read. "Do not refuse if you value Ryan's life." A shiver ran across Ryan. He saw that Ken looked frightened as well. Ken said, "We have to go." Ryan wanted to protest, but he bit his lip, and the next morning he went with Ken to the Dreamhouse.

Barbie opened the door. She was dressed in all white like a bride, a flowing white dress. Her blond hair was braided. "Come in, boys." Her face was severe. They entered, and she led them to the bedroom. "Ryan, take your clothes off." Reluctantly he got undressed. She threw his clothing carelessly onto the floor. Ken was uneasy. He wondered why he had been spared, but it seemed her interest was only on Ryan. "Ryan, I received a note last week. It's from Eva. She wants to know why you deserted her."

Ryan flushed. He felt warmth going down his face into his shoulders. "How did she know where I was?"

"Because I wrote and told her," Barbie said. "There is such a thing as the Sisterhood. We both agreed that you needed to be punished. Lie down on the bed on your stomach."

Reluctantly Ryan did so. Barbie tied his hands to the bed and then drew him spreadeagled and tied his ankles.

Ken stood there helplessly, watching. "Leave Ryan alone," he said. "Don't hurt him."

"I'm afraid I have to hurt him." In her hand she held a gadget made out of medal. It was covered with spikes. She leaned over and spanked Ryan, pushing the prongs hard into his hips.

Ryan cried out. He moaned as she continued to spank him. Blood appeared on his hips, and she moved to his thighs and continued to punish him. The prongs pierced his tender skin. Tears ran down Ryan's cheeks.

"No!" Ken said, his hands folding into fists.

"Ken, come here. You take hold of this. You spank Ryan."

"I don't want to," Ken said, horrified.

"I'll do something worse to him if you don't do it. I'll do something that he may not survive." Yes, it was possible to die in Barbieland if you were human.

Reluctantly, Ken took hold of the gadget. He slapped Ryan hard across the hips. Ryan cried out again. "When can I stop?"

"When he's had enough," Barbie said. "He hasn't had enough."

Ryan tried to be brave. But it hurt so bad as Ken spanked him. Soon Ryan was sobbing again.

Ken began to cry too, even as his hand continued striking Ryan. "Don't make me do this."

"Keep going," Barbie said. When Ryan's hips were covered with blood she took the gadget from Ken and drove it inside instead into Ryan's butt hole. Ryan screamed and writhed in agony as she moved it about. "You've been unfaithful."

"Yes," Ryan got out.

"You told me you would always be faithful to Eva."

"I don't love Eva any more. I love Ken."

"What did you say?"

"I said that I loved him!" Ryan shouted.

Barbie continued raping Ryan with the gadget as he sobbed and cried out. "I'm going to make you hurt so bad you'll wish you'd never been born." She threw the gadget down and picked up the pain stick. She put it against his hips, and he moaned as pain flooded him, sharp, intense. She pushed the pain stick inside him and he screamed.

"Oh, god, I can't bear it!" he cried. Pain flushed through him, ran through his entire body. Ryan writhed in agony on the bed.

"Are you sorry?" She twisted it.

"No, I'm not sorry! I can't help it, I love Ken!"

Ken was sobbing, afraid to interfere, afraid that Barbie would kill his beloved friend.

Barbie pulled the pain stick out of him. She put the pain stick against Ryan's face, and he cried out. Sharp pains ran through his face, piercing, agonizing. She grabbed hold of his hair and pulled. A few strands of his hair came out in her hand. She removed the bonds, turned Ryan over, and bound him again. She pushed the pain stick across Ryan's chest, over his abs, down his thighs, and then let it rest on his penis. Ryan moaned and sobbed as she continued to torture him. "I'm videotaping this," she said. "I'm going to send a copy to Eva."

"Eva won't like it. She loves me."

"She doesn't love you any more, Ryan. This will satisfy her." She turned the volume way up on the pain stick as Ryan screamed and convulsed and writhed on the bed.

"No!" Ken said. "Do it to me."

Barbie wiped the tears off Ryan's cheeks, bent and kissed his mouth roughly, forcing his head down onto the bed. "How would you like it if I did these things to Ken?"

"No!" Ryan said. "Leave Ken alone. Continue hurting me." She touched his abs with the pain stick, and he flinched and cried out. "I'm going to whip you." She got the whip with five lashes and medal prongs and attacked his chest and thighs and finally his penis. She whipped him bloody until he cried again and begged for mercy.

Finally, she stopped and undid his bonds. "Turn over." Her voice was hard. Ryan did so. She trailed kisses down his back, then followed that up with the whip. She whipped him mercilessly, his buttocks, hips, and back while he sobbed. She forced the whip handle inside him and twisted it.

Ken could not bear the sound of Ryan's cries. He grabbed hold of Barbie's arm. "Kill me if you must, but leave Ryan alone."

"How sweet," Barbie said. She pulled the whip handle out of Ryan and set it down on the dresser. "Ken, fuck Ryan. And none of this making love business. I want you to hurt him."

Reluctantly, Ken climbed on top of Ryan. He stroked Ryan's bloody hips. He put three fingers inside of Ryan. Ryan was torn up inside, and he moaned. "I'm sorry," Ken said. He put Ryan's hand on his own penis. Ryan gripped hard and fondled him. Ken was getting hard. He reached out and gripped Ryan's penis, stroked it roughly. Ryan moaned again. Ken leaned forward and entered Ryan. It wasn't the making love that they were used to, Ken fucked Ryan hard while Ryan sobbed. Finally, Ken's back arched as he came. Ryan was left without pleasure. All he had was pain.

"There," Barbie said. "This will make a pretty picture for Eva." She pressed a button and sent the video. A moment later she got back a reply. "Eva says you deserved it."

Ryan smiled through his tears. What a bitch. He had always known Eva didn't really love him, though at one time he had thought he loved her. Now he knew differently.

Barbie released his bonds. "You can go."

Ken put his arm gently around Ryan's shoulders and led his friend outside. He took him to the beach. Ken wrapped his arms around Ryan and kissed his face gently all over. He bent his head and kissed Ryan's shoulders. He pulled Ryan's shirt open and kissed his chest. His mouth was warm and tender. Gently he stroked Ryan, giving tender pats on his back, then stroking him down his chest and abs. Finally, Ken drew his hands through Ryan's hair and stroked his face. "Where does it hurt?"

"All over," Ryan said, "especially inside." He swallowed.

"I'm sorry I had to hurt you."

"It wasn't you. It was what she did to me with that damn whip." His voice trembled.

"Lie down and rest, and I'll take care of you."

Ryan lay down, and Ken wiped his body and his face with a cool cloth. He wiped the blood off of him. He gently stroked Ryan's arms, held his hand. Slowly, Ryan began to relax with Ken's hand in his. It still hurt, but he felt now that he could bear it. Ryan let go of Ken's hand. He ran his hand through Ken's soft blond hair. Ken sighed with pleasure. Ryan kissed Ken's lips urgently, biting down gently on his lip. Ken kissed him back. Their tongues met. Then Ryan drew back. He pulled Ken's shirt aside and stroked the smooth muscular chest, ran his hand down Ken's shoulders and then his tight abs. He caught hold of Ken's penis and fondled him roughly.

Ken gave a sharp intake of breath. He caught hold of Ryan's hand. "What are you doing?"

"I want you to love me," Ryan said simply.

"I do love you."

"No. I want you inside of me."

"You're injured," Ken said. "It will hurt."

"I don't care. I need to feel you in me. I need to know that it can be good. Please!" Ryan said fiercely.

"I hurt you before. I didn't want to."

"I need you," Ryan repeated. "Please make love to me."

Ken let go of Ryan's hand. He began to stroke Ryan all over. He stroked his face, his chest, his abs, ran both hands over Ryan's thighs. He bent his head and kissed the blond hairs on Ryan's thighs. He gripped Ryan's penis hard.

Ryan gasped. He lay there as Ken fondled him. His breath increased as currents of pleasure ran through him. Then Ken turned him over. He grasped Ryan's hips and entered him. Ryan flinched and cried out. He was so sore inside.

Ken hesitated. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Continue, please," Ryan said.

Ken thrust again and again as Ryan cried out with each thrust, feeling pleasure and pain combined. Ken tried not to be too rough, but he was getting more and more excited. Finally, Ryan stiffened and came. Ken came a moment later. He kissed the tears from Ryan's face, put his arms around him, and hugged him. Ryan felt safe in his arms. "I'm sorry if I hurt you," Ken said. He placed a kiss across Ryan's head.

"It's okay," Ryan said. "I needed you. I needed to know that you still wanted me."

"Always," Ken said simply. "You're the bravest person I've ever known. The kindest person. The best person."

"You're pretty special yourself." Ryan hugged Ken back. They lay in one another's arms. "I love you," Ryan said. He placed his head on Ken's shoulder.

"I love you too," Ken said, stroking Ryan's hair gently.

Ryan was in pain, but he knew he would be all right. With time Ryan healed with the love of his friend, his lover, Ken.

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Ryan and Ken lived on the beach, taking care of one another, loving one another. One evening it poured. The rain came down in sheets. Ryan and Ken held on to each other tight, embracing in the rain. When the rain finally stopped, Ken was lying there, his eyes closed, resting at last. Ryan licked the drops off of Ken's body. Ken opened his eyes and smiled. Ryan stroked his friend's wet blond hair. He pressed his lips against Ken's. "We should have a house," he said.

"Barbie has a dreamhouse," Ken observed.

"Yes. We should have that dreamhouse. Let's go ask her for it."

"Are you crazy?" Ken's eyes widened. "You know what she'll do to us."

"We'll be firm," Ryan said. "We'll demand. We won't take no for an answer. It's two against one."

Ken wanted to point out that it had always been two against one and Barbie had always triumphed, but he held his tongue.

Ryan took Ken's hand and led him to Barbie's dreamhouse. They went inside. Barbie was combing her long golden hair. She laughed at them. "You're wet."

"We want your house," Ryan said.

She laughed again. "And you think I'm going to give it to you?"

"You have no choice," Ryan said severely.

She went over to Ryan. Her right hand was behind her back. With her left hand she ripped his sleeve to expose his bare shoulder. Then she drew out her right hand. In it she held a gleaming hypodermic needle.

"No!" he said.

She stuck him with the needle. She grabbed hold of him as he collapsed. His eyes closed. "Ken, come here. Pick up Ryan. Take him to the bedroom. Place him on the bed."

Without Ryan to back him up, Ken became submissive to Barbie once again. He did as she asked. Barbie removed Ken's clothing and tied him to the chair. She then removed Ryan's clothing and tied him to the bed, spreadeagled. Ryan opened his eyes. Ken noticed what a beautiful blue Ryan's eyes were. They grew wide as Barbie placed her hands on Ryan's throat. She squeezed. He struggled, but could not pull away from her. He couldn't breathe.

"No!" Ken shouted.

Barbie ignored him. She continued to squeeze. Ryan blacked out. He came to as she was slapping him, again and again on the face. His throat was sore. He took deep gasps of breath. There were red marks on his throat. "This house is mine," she said. "You will never have it."

"Even if I say please," Ryan taunted.

She slapped him again. "You're going to pay for this." She took another needle and stuck it into his penis. He cried out. She did it again and again.

"Let him alone!" Ken said.

Barbie ignored him. She took a knife, heated it, and administered cuts down Ryan's chest and abdomen. Ryan cried out with each cut. He was bleeding. She went over to Ken and did the same thing to him. Tears went down Ken's face as he made sounds of distress. She took the pain stick and ran it down Ken's chest. He screamed.

"No!" Ryan said. "It's my fault. Do it to me."

She placed the pain stick on Ken's penis, and he convulsed in agony. Then she came and did the same to Ryan as he cried out. She undid Ryan's bonds and held the heated knife above him. "Turn over. Or I'll stab you." He did so. She cut into his hips, long swipes, as he moaned. Then she stuck the pain stick inside him.

Ryan screamed and cried. Agony ran through him. Tears ran down his face. His hands squeezed into fists. The rope on his wrists was tight and was cutting into him.

Ken was crying too. "Leave him alone."

She undid Ryan's bonds and held the knife above him. "Turn over."

He lay there, not moving.

"I said, turn over."

Ryan turned. Suddenly, he grabbed her hand with the knife.

Barbie fought him. "Let me go!"

They struggled. She was fighting like a wild cat, but Ryan was stronger and he got control. He got the knife out of her hand and threw it onto the floor. He threw her down onto the bed and tied her down.

"No! No!" Barbie was screaming.

Then Ryan went and untied Ken. They got dressed. "Well," Ryan said, "what do you think we should do with her?"

She stared at them, furious, but silent now.

"Let's just leave her there tied up," Ken said. "She doesn't need to eat or drink. She'll be all right. But she won't be able to hurt us ever again. Or anyone else for that matter."

"She'll call for help," Ryan said.

"No one will help her," Ken said. "Everyone knows what she is."

So they left her there. They didn't have the house, but they were safe. And that was everything!