Chapter 44.
I feel more rested than I have in a long time, groveling here, naked, not knowing if anyone can see me this way. What matters is the I can see me this way. I know this is the best place for me. Groveling for a Master, showing him what I am. . . . . . time passes . . . . . My knees are starting to hurt.
"I brought you here so you could see what you want the most. Forget trying to act vanilla. You'd die of boredom, pup. You crave the taste of the lash, the feel of the Master cumming down your throat. The flavor of the Master when you drink from his cock, him enjoying your sore nipples and the sound of your whimpering.
You'd like to go back downstairs like this so all the men in the room could use you as a toy, then maybe lock you in a cage once they get tired of you. They'll put you in a cage, you covered in cum and spit and piss. The cage is very small and you have to fold yourself up. You want to hear the sound of the cage being locked. You want to feel what that will be like. Put away like an object and then ignored."
Silence again. Even my mind is silent. Then I hear all his words again and feel all the things it made me feel. A soft light appears and he says to me. "Go now. Put your clothes back on and go where you belong."
A half-hour later, I'm at the Inferno, stripping, wearing the old dog collar I had. Kurt sneers at me as I pass him "didn't take you long to come back," he says. "you're got a lot of neglected cocksucking to make up for." Waves of blissful emotion pass through me as he humiliates me and I let my body sink, humbled. I enter the club. There's a clip of a boy being horsewhipped on the screen. I'm the only naked guy here. All the others are dressed, chatting, watching the video, looking at me.
Someone comes right up to me holding a set of manacles. "You can't be free," he says to me as he binds my wrists with the black leather. My wrists are chained a couple feet apart. He takes the chain and pulls me where he wants me to go. There's a stockade fence in the back of the room, just for display I guess. He brings me to the fence and then makes me lean over it and sets me the way he wants me. He takes out his cock and sticks it right in my mouth. I was bent over just the right amount. I toy with the head of his dick and feel him harden all the way. "Look at me," he orders. I can see him forming a big glob of spit on his lips so I open my mouth as wide as I can. It falls from his lips and lands in my mouth. More spit follows. Two other men come by and start spitting at me as well. "that's right, guys. Get that slave's mouth nice and wet so I will feel good when I shove my cock down its throat."
I have to swallow some of the spit that's accumulated in my mouth, but not all. I open my mouth again and he shoves a few inches of his cock into my mouth and I tongue it everywhere as fast as I can, and oh shit, does it feel good to have a hard cock in my mouth! A Master's cock. He starts fucking my face, not paying any attention when I gag because it's only momentary as he pistons himself in and out of his slave's mouth. That's what he told the others: I'm a slave. That's right: I'm a slave. I'm not going to fight it any more. I know what I am.
A couple hands are caressing my ass, lightly slapping. I move my legs a little so they know how I'm reacting. Someone puts a cream in my crack, making sure he gets the first joint of his finger in my hole. The cream starts to get warm, and warmer, and oh, shit! He put Ben Gay on me. I know all I can do is ride the pain to the peak and then feel it subside. Like climbing a mountain then going back down the other side. It hurts so bad right now and the man is really shoving his dick farther down and I almost gag when all of a sudden
I hear a crack, and some kind of leather belt lays a lash right across the center of my ass. I try to howl but it gets blocked by the man's cock. I feel it get thicker when he says to me "here you go, slut. Drink me down!" and my mouth is filled with his bitter cum. As I swallow it down another lash hits me close to the first one and now I can cry out in a high-pitched boy's voice.
"Lick the slit, bitch!" and I lick out more of his icky cum. I barely get done when he pulls out because someone else is pushing to get in. A second drippy cock plays around my lips. "Yeah, faggot. Lick up my ooze like a cock-hungry slut." That motivates me to be what he said I am and I lick it clean and drink anything else that oozes from his long slender dick. This guy must hold the record for pre-cumming. I swear I'm drinking it down longer than I ever . . . oh wait! This guy's pissing!
I try to fight my way off but he hits me hard on the back of the head. "don't get fussy, faggot. word's out that you're a piss pig now. Swallow my load. I've been holding it for you." And while he says that the strap comes crashing down on my already sore ass and even below my ass. I must be bleeding, but right now my attention is on the fact that word is out that I'll drink anyone's piss.
Bobby and I never discussed that before. But wait! Bobby's not my Master now. No one is. Or maybe everyone is.
Piss guy finishes, pulls out and slaps my face a few times before spitting at it. The blows from the strap are not fierce. The guy beating me really knows what he's doing, how to stretch out the time, season my flesh to take more. I'm just crying constantly now, realizing that what I'm feeling right now is going to be part of my life all the time now. Expert sadists using their skills to get the most out of me—that is, to give me the most possible pain without breaking me. I add that to the reasons I'm crying now.
Someone releases me from the fence and it hurts to stand up, not only because I was bent over for so long, but because it hurts like hell to try to stand up. My ass is simply a painful coal now. The chain connecting my wrists is detached, only for someone to put my arms behind my back and clip my wrists there now. He brings me to a wall that has a lot of hooks on it and he manages to fasten my wrist chain to the wall. I can only take a couple steps but it puts pressure on my arms so I don't think I'll be trying that any longer.
I can smell the Ben Gay. Dammit! He strokes my cock with Ben Gay in his hand and gets me hard. Pleasure and pain are so mixed up I don't know which is which as the pain takes over all and my cock gets even harder and even starts dripping! Very unusual for me.
Meanwhile, this guy is jerking and then slapping my dick and I groan from the pain. "Faggot like you should have its dick locked up," he says to me, "but since it isn't, I'll teach you why you should beg to be caged." Then he spits in my face and starts rapping my dick some more and I grunt like a pig each time he strikes it.
I'm blindfolded. I get touched here and there and all over my body. Some touches are light, others are pinches or slaps and even a couple punches, but I hear the guys tell whoever not to punch me. This is weird. I never know where pain will happen and I'll never know who's doing it to me.
Finally, someone steps forward and gets in everyone's way. Then his fingers get at my nipples and damn, I think it might be Warren. I recognize the technique and know that begging for mercy will not stop him once he gets going. A couple times, I actually scream!
Water hits my chest. It seems to be coming from a number of different places. Warren explains, "they're taking mouthfuls of water and then spitting it on you. A good bath for a slave like you." And shit, it's true. I'm covered and dripping and all of a sudden someone's giving me shocks from some kind of implement and the water makes it more acute. He shocks my balls a few times and I start screaming out RED! RED! RED! "Okay, men, the slut's had enough." I recognize the voice. Hank. "Put it away."
I'm unbound and half-carried and half-dragged somewhere and made to get down on the ground. Someone smacks my sore ass and pushes me and I realize what's happening. I'm being locked in a cage. this one is a little bit bigger than the earlier one. Thank God for little things. The spitting never stops as I'm being situated in the cage. I hear the click of the lock and that is always a big hit to my inner masochist. And suddenly, I'm left alone. My hands are free now and I think I'm going to take off the blindfold, but then I stop myself. Better to not see, I think.
Someone squats on the floor alongside the cage. It's Hank. "It looks to me like Gleason helped sort out your confusion," he says.
"Gleason?"
"The man who brought you to the dark room and told you the way things are and what you are and now you'll stop fighting it."
"Oh. He was intense."
"But he broke your confusion, didn't he? It's obvious. This is the second time you got shoved in a cage tonight and you're not turning nasty and fighting it off. That button's been disconnected. Now all you have to do is accept how low you are and obey every single man who ever makes a claim on you. No one wants to be your Master now, since you have a reputation for turning sour in a flash."
"I'm so sorry," I cry. "Now I know what Ineed."
"What is that?"
"What I'm getting."
"Smart faggot. Always want what you're getting. And press yourself, boy. Take more pain, even past the point where you panic. That's what a true slave like you is meant to do."
"Is Bobby okay?" I dare ask.
"He's here. Hasn't gone near you. But he's been watching. He's seen all of it. He told Gleason that he wants him to fuck you. He wants to see it." With that, Hank gets up and walks away and I'm left alone and pretty much forgotten. That's a good place to be, considering. I guess aftercare is a thing of the past. But OMG Bobby's here! Never came near. Not a single word. Just watching. Dare I wonder? Is there any hope? The pain in my heart is much greater than the pain in my body right now.
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The first five should be read in order:
The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022 Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023 Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023 Brandon's Brothers 5/19/2023 Total Subjugation 5/25/2023
These stories are stand-alone
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