The Glory of Humiliation Part Two of Three Parts By Randall Austin
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Nicholas's briefly found sense of ease at his new living situation was put on hold when he was finally shown his living quarters; for his living quarters was in a one-quarter corner portion of the big family living room. Everything in Nicholas's quarters was fully exposed and open to anyone who happened to be in the living room; a bed, chest of drawers, table, open toilet, glass walled shower stall, an adjustable punishment trestle, and an implements rack from which hung a very wide variety of punishment and control devices.
And his house uniform was a standard stock servitor work outfit, consisting of light brown cotton pants and shirt worn with a lockable servitor jock strap underneath. Will took a key and locked the jockstrap on as soon as Nicholas had stepped into it, with the instructions, "There is to be no masturbation whatsoever, so this jockstrap will help you with that; and you are to come to one of us whenever you have to take a piss or a crap."
Will and Dave took their leave, thus allowing Nicholas to ponder his situation with the unsettling house rules and the frighteningly wide array of implements hanging from the rack.
He could not believe that the nice Mr. Thorne and his two nice sons would ever use such punishment devices on him: paddles, straps, whips, ferules, corsets, harnesses, body screws, flesh clamps, genital cups and cages, anal control plugs, braces, hobbles, ropes, candles, mouth gags, uvula plunger gag, blinkers, dog-tails, inflatable enema nozzles, restraining mitts, straightjacket, tit suckers, ball bags, nose hogs, cheek spreader, ear tacks, punishment bra, bristled jock strap, head bags, frenum spikes, constrictor socks, urethra fluid injectors, rabbit ears, weighted hard-labor boots, rubber sweat suit, rectal bulb syringes, glans tweezers, meatus retractors...
Suddenly Nicholas was worried. The fact that there were so many implements of extreme control had him mightily confused and concerned. He wondered what he would have to do in order to be treated to any one of the horrific instruments on display.
Nicholas's throat dried up, and once again he felt like a lowly loser creep slave.
Despite Nicholas's initial great unease at being a servitor to the Thorne family, with its arbitrary house rules, his very exposed living quarters, with its many implements of discipline on full display, the humiliating servitor uniform and locked-on servitor jock, having to ask a family member to unlock his jock and have them watch his every piss and crap session, and the `no masturbation' policy, his first two weeks in residence with the Thorne family were quite uneventful.
The fact that Nicholas did not displease any one of the three members of the Thorne residence in the slightest, allowed Nicholas to regain his composure and realize that his lot was perhaps not so bad as he had at first feared.
It was perhaps because of Nicholas's growing feeling of confidence, along with a sense that perhaps all of the rules and exposed punishment implements were only there to sort of `scare' their servitor into good behavior, Nicholas began to let his guard down more and more.
On the morning of his 15th day as resident servitor in the Thorne household, as Nicholas showered in his exposed shower stall in the Thorne living room, after Mr. Thorne had removed his locked jockstrap and then sat down to supervise his servitor's shower, Nicholas was once again relaxed enough to ponder his sexual fantasies. It had been over two weeks since he had his last sexual release, when he masturbated in his jail cell on the day before he was sentenced to five years of servitude.
With hot sexual thoughts finally returning to him, Nicholas desperately wanted, needed, to jerk off. As Nicholas wondered if he could do it while his owner was thoroughly engaged in his phone conversation, he heard Mr. Thorne say, "Yes, I can get you those numbers. They're in my office. I'll go and get them."
Once Mr. Thorne was out of his room, Nicholas was pretty certain he would be able unload a packet of sperm by the time it took Mr. Thorne to walk upstairs to his office and return to the living room. So for the first time in 15 days Nicholas began pumping away.
It was glorious. As Nicholas wildly jack-knifed his slave dick he could feel the awesome and wondrous tingling of a building orgasm in every part of his body, from the tip of his dick, down the entire length of his release-hungry man shaft.
As his pumping grew faster, so did his breathing. He could not remember any jackoff session ever feeling so good. He opened his mouth and tilted back his head as he felt the explosion coming.
Suddenly the door to his shower stall violently opened, the water was shut off, and Nicholas was grabbed by the arm and pulled out of the stall by an angry Mr. Thorne, "Just what in the hell is going on here?"
The dripping wet, trembling, still hard, super-frustrated, slave knew that Mr. Thorne knew what was going on, and did not respond.
"Well, well! I give you one little house rule, and you can't obey it! You are not even worthy of the title, `servitor'. You should be ashamed of yourself!"
Nicholas, frightened, was close to tears, "Please sir, what is so bad about what I was doing?"
Mr. Thorne started unbuttoning his shirt, "What was so bad about it was that it was one of my household rules for you. You are my servant. You do as I say. You disobeyed an important rule of mine."
"But sir, what's wrong with what I was doing?"
"I didn't say there was anything wrong with it. What is wrong with what you did was that you violated one of my house rules. And servants must follow rules, or else there's no sense to the social service system."
Mr. Thorne explained some more, "I ruled that you not masturbate because I believe abstinence helps a servant to focus and do a better job. You broke one of my primary rules!"
Mr. Thorne started to undress. Nicholas, surprised, watch Mr. Thorne remove his shirt and slacks, and timidly asked, "Sir, why are we you undressed?"
"Because you're a slave and about to get what most slaves need on a regular basis, a slave spanking; and my boys and I always get rod ass naked when we beat our slaves. It gives us better control. Being bare, along with holding on to by your nut sacks while we punish you slaves, better helps us feel close to you, helps us get a better sense of what you are feeling, so we know if we are giving it to you good and proper."
Nicholas felt a rush of shame such as he had never felt before; even after all he had been through so far. If any of his friends ever found out he was now going to be spanked in the most demeaning way imaginable, all naked like a baby boy over the lap of his owner, who was also naked, they would know he was really a slave to the core, nothing but a slave, and was never meant to be anything but a slave.
Any shred of dignity he had left after the humiliation of being enslaved and having all of his friends present at his sentencing and watching him get publicly genital collared with the an electro slave collar about the base of his cock and balls, and then later visiting him as he hung from the punishment display trestle with a two foot long flagged pole sticking out of his ass, had now disintegrated.
Once Mr. Thorne was bare along beside him, he put a hand on Nicholas's shoulder and looked him over, causing Nicholas to shiver in little boy shame; a feeling he recalled from childhood. He was in fact beginning to feel like a worthless naughty boy who really did deserve a spanking for being so naughty.
Mr. Thorne sat down, pulled Nicholas over his lap, reached under with his left hand and took a hold of Nicholas's good sized man sack with a firm grip, and with his right hand began spanking his butt with great vigor.
The swats were hard, and Nicholas squealed, "Oh fuck man, that hurts!"
It would be obvious to any observer of the scene that Mr. Thorne was used to dealing in a no-nonsense way with servitors. He was a completely nice guy, but once a line was crossed, once a slave overstepped himself, swift punishment was the only response.
Every time Nicholas tried to buck or get away from Mr. Thorne's lap, Mr. Thorne would give either a firm squeeze to his nut bag or a pinch and a twist to his boy dong, and thus was able to skillfully fine tune the wayward slave's position over his lap and being held by the balls for his punishment made Nicholas feel like a whip-driven stallion.
Mr. Thorne, with one hand doing spanking duty and the other doing some serious ballsack and candy-stick boy-control, was focused and determined in his duty; like an ace jockey herding his steed to victory.
Every twitch, rump buck, whimper, and scream, coming from the wayward slave was met by a summary response from Mr. Thorne to either the appropriate area of Nicholas's backside or dangling unit.
And with each slap of Mr. Thorne's hand to his buttocks, or `squeeze and twist' manipulation of his genitals, Nicholas felt a jolt of electricity course through his body; a shaming so extreme and disorienting that he did not know whether it was sent from heaven or from hell.
Nicholas almost felt as if he were a part of Mr. Thorne's body, as if Mr. Thorne was now his new conscience. Nicholas was feeling that he was now indeed a total loser of a being who needed the guidance that servitude offered; and by accepting his owner's correction, he could redeem himself.
And so Nicholas started to cry out, "Mr. Thorne, I am so sorry for what I did. Please stop. I'll never do it again!"
Nicholas could not believe how he was groveling in so abject a manner, but something happened to him as he begged Mr. Thorne to stop the spanking; he felt a tingling in his thighs as he begged his owner to stop his punishment, and his manhood started to swell uncontrollably.
Being controlled by his balls during his naked spanking was such an assault on Nicholas's adult physical and emotional senses, that the utter humiliation of it all seemed to take away from the pain and the shame of the physical assault.
Nicholas did not know what was happening, but suddenly his body seemed to be asking him to accept his fate; as if trying to tell him, `Shame is what you need. Shame is your new pride, and if you accept it, you will be beautiful once again!'
And just as Nicholas was beginning to ponder his strange new thoughts and feelings, the spanking stopped.
There was silence as he lay over the lap of his naked owner who had just spanked him. And after a bit, he felt Mr. Thorne's left hand begin to gently knead his balls, as his right hand tenderly rubbed his freshly reddened buttocks.
The gentle rubbing belied what Mr. Thorne next had to say, "I usually don't pork my male slaves, but you really need to have that `I'm gonna-be-a-lawyer' pride fucked out of you, so I'm having my two sons come up here and do you; they'll give it to you right and good and be able to pork some of that pride out of you!"
Nicholas let out a shocked, "NO!"
Mr. Thorne guided Nicholas into a standing position, "Now let's get you bent over the trestle in `happy-fuck' mode, with your ass sticking up nice and high for my boys, so that their tubers have easy access to your back hole."
"Oh god sir, please no. Please no! Don't do this to me!"
"If you don't bend over the trestle bar right now I'm having my sons give you another whumpin' before they fuck you! If my sons have to give it to you, it'll be with the reform school strap! Now bend over the trestle bar!"
Nicholas started to cry, "Sir please. I don't know how to do this!"
"There's nothing you have to do. My sons will be doing all the work. All you have to do is bend over the trestle bar, relax yourself, and let my sons dong you!"
Mr. Thorne gently guided Nicholas over the trestle bar and began securing his wrists and ankles into the trestle's attached cuffs.
"Oh my god, Mr. Thorne, I beg you, please don't let your sons do anything to me."
"You know what; you're crying like a little bitch sissy boy isn't fooling me. You need it good and hard up that lawyer-wannabe behind of yours!"
Nicholas did a struggling movement in an attempt to break free.
"You keep trying to break free like that, and all that you will be doing is turning my boys on all the harder. I suspect my boys, who are a little light in the step, are really going to enjoy getting to know you!"
"Sir, in the name of all that is good and decent, I beg of you to please not let your sons do this to me!"
Mr. Thorne listened to Nicholas's plea and gave a quick response and command, "Have you forgotten that you are no longer Mr. Privileged Law Student, but are now, instead, a `ready-to-be-fucked' butt-up-and-ready slave? So boy, just start twitching your buttock muscles so they're nice, loose, and ready, for my boys! Get to it, now!"
Nicholas's voice trembled as he asked, "What?"
"You heard me! Start puckering your hole to loosen yourself up and make it easy for my boys to get in there. And make your ass cheeks start jiggling up and down as you do it! When they come in here and see your globes happy dancing, they're gonna go wild!"
Nicholas's could hardly bear hearing the order to behave in such a demeaning fashion, and his attempts to follow the order were feeble.
Mr. Thorne didn't like what he saw, "Boy, start puckering that hole and cunt-wiggling your ass cheeks, because if you're behind isn't nice and relaxed for my boys to get in there, they'll have no choice but to fuck you hard and mean!"
Nicholas did his weeping and frantic best to comply. Once Mr. Thorne saw that Nicholas was trying to comply, he got on his cell, "Dave, I want you and Will to come to the trestle. Our new boy needs a pussying real bad! He's getting himself ready for you two. You should see him; I've got him puckerin' and wigglin' his behind like a seasoned whore. He's doing his best right now to loosen himself up for you and Will."
Nicholas, tired from trying to comply, stopped his ass jiggling, but Mr. Thorne was quick to spot him letting up, and gave him a swat on the butt, "Oh no you don't! Keep those globes dancing. When my boys arrive I want them to be treated to the sight of your rump globes happy-dancing up and down, and your balls swinging from side to side!"
END OF PART TWO
To be continued...
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