Transformed

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Transformed - Chapter 20: Temptation

Sub felt the shaking on its arm, and as his eyes parted, he looked up to see the face of Lucas staring back at him. The room was still dark. It was not yet dawn. He yawned and scratched his furry belly. As his hand reached further down, he felt the metal chastity cage and lock that secured it. His balls shifted, and the heavy metal band that surrounded them dropped. Sub groaned from the sharp pain that radiated through his body.

"Fuck, I need to cum!"

Lucas smiled and pulled the sheets from Sub's bed. They were crusted near his midsection, a result of nocturnal emissions.

"It looks like you were rather leaky last night," Lucas said.

"I don't know if I can handle this, Lucas," Sub replied.

"Slave," Lucas corrected. "You must always call me Slave."

"Oh, right," Sub replied. "I am sorry."

"You have signed the contract with Master Richard," Lucas continued. "Once that is done, you are his for life. There is no leaving here."

"Fuck!" Sub groaned as he turned and put his feet on the floor. "I haven't cum in a month, and it is killing me."

"Be good and you will be rewarded with a prostate orgasm," Lucas said. "And be happy to experience that pleasure. I have lost the ability to cum that way. My only release is what I get through nocturnal emissions."

"I don't know how you cope like that," Sub replied.

"Come on," Lucas urged him. "We don't have time for complaints. Let's get up and going. The man will be here shortly to give you your tattoo. After that, we have a lot of work to do in the barn."

"I've never had a tattoo before," Sub replied. "Does it hurt?"

"I was under meds when mine was done, so I can't speak to it personally, but Pig has several tattoos in addition to the ones that Master gave him, and he did say they stung," Lucas replied. "You can handle it, though."

Sub stood and smelt under his arms.

"I fucking stink. Are we allowed to shower?"

Lucas smiled.

"If you are up early enough, you are allowed to use the nozzle attached to the side of the barn. It's outside, and the well water is cold, but it will wake you up at least."

"Do we have time?" Sub asked.

"Come on," Lucas replied.

The crisp morning air hit them as soon as their naked bodies stepped foot into the yard. Lucas ran to the barn, and Sub followed after, his balls wildly swinging around with each stride. When they reached the far side of the building that faced the driveway, Sub saw an old metal pipe protruding from the wall at about eye level. A wooden board had been nailed to the wall about halfway down that contained a bar of soap.

Sub looked around him and then spoke.

"Anyone that drives by could see us," he said. "Does Master not care about that?"

"No," Lucas replied. "The neighbors know what goes on here. They are customers, too."

"I see!" Sub replied.

Lucas turned a rusted knob, and brown water spurted from the tube in several short bursts. Clearer water came behind it, and as it came out, Lucas put his body under the frigid water, quickly rinsed down, and then used the soap to cover his skin. When that was rinsed away, he stepped back, shivering. The whole process had taken less than two minutes.

"Hurry up," Lucas said as his teeth chattered. "We don't have a lot of time."

Sub groaned and walked over to the water. He screamed when it hit his skin, and he danced around as he soaped up and rinsed off quickly. When he was done, Lucas turned the water off, and then the two ran around to the barn, where there were two old, worn towels hanging on a peg just inside the door. Lucas handed one to Sub and then dried off with the second one.

"This smells awful!" Sub said as he smelt the cloth.

"They are just old rags," Lucas said. "Be glad you don't have to drip dry."

Sub nodded and then dried off his body before hanging the towel again. As Lucas pulled on his balls to retrieve them from where they had shrunk during the cold shower, a car came up the driveway and parked.

"Your tattoo man is here," Lucas said to Sub. "Head over to the house and go into the basement. He will perform it there. Come back here and help me with the bulls when you are done. They will be in the process of milking by then."

"Ok," Sub replied as he turned and walked outside again.

The sky had brightened, but the sun had yet to peek over the horizon. As Sub looked to his right, he saw a thin man get out of an old sedan. The man waved at him and walked over when he saw the naked boy.

"You must be the new recruit," the man said. "My name is Bob."

"Yes, Sir," Sub replied. "How did you know?"

"Well, apart from that chastity cage and that band around your balls, you don't have a name on your chest yet," Bob replied with a smile.

"Oh, yeah!" Sub replied with a chuckle.

"Come on, boy," Bob said. "Follow me. This won't take long."

Sub walked behind Bob as he moved around to the back of the house. The bulls had woken up, and they passed them as they headed for their morning milking.

"It never ceases to amaze me how big and harry those boys got," Bob said. "A big difference from the young lads that I tattooed not too long ago. And don't get me started on their utters!"

Sub smiled as the two entered the basement door from the backyard and descended into the darkness. Bob switched on the light and directed Sub over to a padded table in the back of the room.

"Go lay down there on your back," Bob said. "I'll turn the heat on down here to be a little more comfortable."

"Thanks, Sir," Sub said as he walked over and got onto the table.

Bob sat down a satchel he had been carrying and took off his coat, revealing an old, gray t-shirt. Sub could see a full sleeve of ink going down both arms of the man and some around his neck. As Bob pulled his equipment out, Sub felt a shiver go down his body. Bob smiled when he saw the boy move.

"I know it is cold in here without clothes," Bob said. "But it will warm up soon."

"It's not that, Sir," Sub responded. "I am just nervous."

"It isn't that bad," Bob said as he pulled out a large instrument and then plugged it in. "You might even be begging your master for more ink in the future. I know I got addicted to getting them, myself."

Bob pulled a cart over and placed various things on it before leaving to wash up and put on some black rubber gloves.

"Now, are you allergic to latex?" Bob asked as he pulled a tall chair over and sat next to Sub.

"No, Sir," the boy replied.

"Good," Bob said as he rubbed Sub's chest.

"You are a furry little boy, aren't you?" Bob said with a grin.

"It just started coming in a few years ago," Sub replied. "I'm only eighteen years old. I was a bit of a late bloomer in terms of body hair, but when it came in, it covered me. I always had the biggest cock in the locker room, too."

Bob laughed and looked down at the boy's cage.

"Well, you aren't any more!"

"No, Sir," Sub replied with a grin. "But, I still have big balls to show off!"

"Just be lucky you are still intact and look more or less like a man," Bob said. "Most of the time, I see denuded boys with their cocks, balls, or both gone."

"You mean you know other dominant men with boys?" Sub asked.

Bob grinned.

"Several. But enough chit-chat. We need to get started. Let me explain what we are going to do. First, I will need to shave your chest smooth. Then, I will place a transfer paper on your skin to outline the letters of your name. We are only tattooing three letters, so this won't take long. However, Richard likes them large, bold, and black."

"I understand, Sir," Sub replied.

"It might hurt in some areas," Bob continued. "But if it gets too much, let me know, and we can take a break."

"Sounds good," Sub replied as he took a deep breath and let it out to calm his nerves.

Bob pulled out an electric trimmer first and made quick work of the coating of dark hair over Sub's upper chest. He then sprayed some shaving cream into his hand and rubbed it over the remaining stubble. With a flick of a wrist, he opened up a straight razor, and with expert hands, he glided it over Sub's skin, making it utterly smooth within minutes. When he wiped the remnants of the cream away, Sub felt a chill again.

"You are good at that," Sub replied.

"Years of experience," Bob replied with a wink.

The man reached over and grabbed some pieces of what looked like damp paper and placed them on the boy's chest. As he patted them down, he pressed around the edges and made sure the ink outlines transferred. When they were removed, and he was satisfied with the placement, he pulled off his gloves, rewashed his hands, got a new pair of gloves on, and then grabbed the tattoo machine.

"Ok, here we go," Bob said. "This will feel weird at first."

Bob dipped the machine in a small paper cup of ink that he had prepared and then moved over to Sub. As the device whirred, Sub felt the needles as they bounced up and down through the upper layers of his dermis. The boy felt a sharp sensation at first and then warmth. The pain started when Bob moved closer to the center of his chest, and when his body tensed, Bob took a moment and let the boy rest.

As the process continued, Bob started to talk to the boy to calm him. He discussed some of the work he had done in the past. His specialty was Celtic designs that he drew himself. His work was well known back in the city, and he was usually booked solid. However, he always made time for Richard's boys. He talked about the first one he had ever inked for the man. It was Richard's first bull. The boy was about twenty-five, had just joined the household, and had his vocal cords paralyzed. He had an impressive physique with large balls and a five-inch cock when it was soft, and Bob remembered wondering what he would look like after a few months. When he later saw that the beast's udder had doubled in size and his body had been covered in thick hair, he was in awe.

"Are you a customer of Master?" Sub asked as Bob finished the first letter on the boy's chest.

"Oh yes," Bob said as he wiped the boy's skin down and prepared to work on the letter U. "Lightning Boost is amazing stuff. At first, I was a little weirded out because I knew that the beast's cum was in it. However, I was hooked when I started noticing how much energy I had."

Bob started the needle again, and this time, Sub felt pain radiating through his torso. Bob told him to try to bear as much as possible, but it took more time to complete the middle letter due to the additional breaks. When the man finished and started on the final letter, Sub began to feel numb, so the process went quicker.

As the last bit of ink was delivered and Bob cleaned and wiped the boy's chest down, he smiled. He put his tool on the table and stood and stretched as he pulled his gloves off.

"We are done," Bob said. "There is a mirror on the wall if you want to look at it."

Sub felt the burning in his skin and could see the lettering when he looked down, but when he got off the table and walked over to stand in front of the looking glass, he was amazed at how prominent it was. His new name, SUB, was emblazed in large black letters at least four inches tall. He reached up to feel them, but Bob called out to him.

"Best not touch anything, boy. We want to keep things as sterile as possible. Come over here and let me put something on them."

Sub walked back over and sat on the table, and Bob stood in front of him and peeled the back off some transparent film.

"This is called Tegaderm," Bob said as he applied it over the new lettering. "It will stay on you for three days. You might notice ink running inside it or clear plasma collecting, but do not remove it. Leave it be. Once the three days are up, you can carefully remove it in the shower. After that, moisturize the area at least twice a day. The skin will peel after the film comes off. That is normal."

"How long till it is completely healed?" Sub asked.

"Normally two weeks," Bob said. "But once the film comes off, you are fine. Just avoid dirty environments for the first week. Gimp knows the procedure well. He can advise you."

Bob pressed on the film on the last letter and then stepped back and admired the boy. He reached out and felt Sub's balls and the heavy metal band that forced his orbs down into the bottom of his sack.

"Those look rather full!"

"I haven't cum in a month, Sir," Sub groaned. "It is killing me."

Bob smiled and stood.

"But you wanted to serve Richard, right? So, you knew that this was part of it."

"Yes, Sir," Sub replied as he rubbed his cage.

"Well, we are done here," Bob said. "You best be getting to your work. It has been a pleasure working on you. Maybe we will see each other again sometime."

"Thanks, Sir," Sub replied as he hopped off the table and walked out of the basement.

The sun was higher in the sky now. Sub had no idea how long he had been on the table, but it clearly was after mid-morning. As he walked into the barn, he saw the beasts had already been milked and had left to work out in the exercise room. He found Lucas working on a batch of Lighting Boost in the production room. When the Lucas heard him enter, he looked up and smiled when he saw Sub's ink.

"Now you are officially part of the farm!" Lucas replied. "How do you like your new tattoo?"

"It was weird getting it," Sub replied as he walked over. "But not too bad. It will be itchy when my hair comes back in, though."

"And when it is healing," Lucas replied with a grin. "Come on, go wash your hands and help me. I am behind this morning."

"You got it, boss," Sub replied.

In the late afternoon, the bulls wandered in for their third milking of the day. They were on a routine schedule now. They were milked first thing in the morning, once before lunch, a third time around four o'clock, and then a final time in the evening before they were put to sleep. They exercised after their first session, ate and napped after their second, and after their third, they usually either wandered around, played with each other, or slept again. It was an existence that Sub was jealous of. As he sat behind Green and combed its dense body hair, the beast's enormous balls sat right in front of him. He could smell the bull's musk, and when the first orgasm rocked its body and semen flooded the tube below it, Sub grabbed his balls and grumbled to himself.

"I wish that were me, dammit!"

"Sounds like Green had a big load!" Lucas replied from his position behind Blue. "It's really groaning!"

"It is a huge one," Sub replied as he went back to brushing.

"Feeling frustrated?" Ralph asked from his stool behind Bull next to Sub.

Sub looked over and saw the man had seen him grab himself.

"Yes, Sir," Sub replied as he hung his head.

"You'll be ok, boy," Ralph responded as he stood up. "You were just used to jacking off too much. Once your body adjusts to not being stimulated like that, you will be able to manage."

"I guess, Sir," Sub replied.

Ralph laughed and picked up his brush to move across to work on Red.

"Remember, you wanted this life. There is no backing down now."

Sub watched Ralph move over to sit behind the red-haired beast before turning to see Green shifting its body as its udder finished draining. Sub ran his hands over the beast's haunches and then moved under to feel the large sack and testicles.

"You are so lucky," Sub whispered. "I wish I were a bull."

The milking continued for an hour. Lucas and Sub helped them out of their stalls when the beasts were spent, and they wandered out of the barn.

"Well, boys, I have an errand to run," Ralph said. "We got the architectural plans for the additions to the barn almost finalized, and I need to meet with them to square away some last-minute details. Will you two be ok handing things around here the rest of the day?"

"Not a problem," Lucas replied.

"Perfect," Ralph said. "Oh! And one more thing. Richard is in a foul mood. Chad fucked up some orders and it caused some issues. Try to stay out of his way today."

"Will do!" Lucas and Sub replied.

Ralph smiled as he turned and left the barn, closing the door behind him.

"I'm going to go and get the production started," Lucas said to Sub. "Can you handle cleaning up in here? You can join me after."

"Yeah," Sub replied. "No problem."

Lucas smiled and left the room, and Sub grabbed a broom to sweep up the floor. Each milking station needed to be rinsed of the residual cum that covered them and then sterilized. Sub had managed to finish the two stalls on the right side of the barn and was just turning to work on the left side when he felt something in his groin. He looked down and saw that the tiny padlock on his cage had popped open. Sub reached down and pressed on it to close and engage it, but it popped open again.

"Fuck, this thing is broken!" Sub groaned.

Sub was about to turn and walk into the house when the realization of what had just happened hit him. He was alone in the barn. Lucas would be busy for a while, and the bulls were out doing their own thing. No one was monitoring him. He reached down and grabbed the lock and turned it, so the shank came out from its hole. The cage portion of his chastity device moved forward as his head began to swell with blood.

"I really should go inside and tell Master," Sub said to himself. "But I am so horny."

The cage moved forward again, slipped off the metal post it was attached to and fell off his cock. As it hit the dirt floor at his feet, Sub felt the blood surge into his shaft. He groaned as his cock lengthened. He knew he would get in trouble if caught in this predicament. He looked over at the empty stall in front of him, and he moved over and sat on the hay on the floor.

Below him, his cock had become rock hard. All seven and a half inches were visible again, and his head was plump and dripping precum. He reached down and felt himself and his body shuttered at the sensation. His weighted balls stirred, and he stroked himself twice, slowly, and closed his eyes. The feeling was intense. Sub had missed being able to jack himself. He pulled in his bottom lip and bit it as he continued to stroke.

"I have to cum," Sub said quietly. "No one has to know. I can empty my balls, put the cage back on, slide the broken lock into place, and then tell Master that I need a new lock."

He could feel the thickness of his meat as he rubbed it. Precum dribbled over his hands and dripped on the floor.

"Yes, I have to cum," Sub said louder. "There is no going back now. I'm going to bust a huge nut out of this big dick!"

"The fuck you are!" came a booming voice from above him.

Sub opened his eyes in terror as Richard loomed over him and swiftly kicked the boy's bound balls. A searing pain went through him and his cock deflated as his hands went to protect his orbs.

"Fuck!" Sub screamed.

"Pull your fucking hands away from that thing!" Richard growled. "Never hide my property!"

Sub moved his hands away, and Richard kicked him hard in his balls again.

"Master, please!" Sub groaned as he leaned forward and covered himself again.

"Those are my balls, bitch!" Richard shouted. "You keep them because I let you. Stop hiding them and lean back!"

Sub cried out in pain as he looked up at his master.

"Please, have mercy, Sir!"

Richard had grabbed the cage from the floor and held it in front of the boy.

"How did this come off?"

"The lock broke, Sir," Sub sobbed. "I was going to come to tell you, but I have been so horny. I needed to cum so bad."

Richard kicked the boy's balls hard again. They started to darken, and a drop of blood formed where the metal band encasing them had pinched the skin.

"Please, no!" Sub screamed as he writhed. "Master, please!"

"What is going on out here?" Lucas exclaimed as he walked into the barn.

When he saw Sub on the floor with his cage off writhing in pain and Richard looking down at him, he was horrified. Richard turned to look at Lucas. His face was red, and spit ran out of his clenched teeth.

"Get back into the production room, Slave!" Richard shouted. "This is no concern of yours!"

"Yes, Sir!" Lucas replied as he turned and quickly left.

Richard looked back and the boy below him. Sub's bound balls were dark and bloodied, and the boy was shaking.

"Was I not clear about the rules when you were accepted into this household, boy?" Richard asked. "Did I not say you would be in chastity for the rest of your life? Did you not understand that you were never to see your cock again, and the only pleasure that would matter to you would be mine? What the fuck were you thinking?"

"Sir," Sub groaned. "Please have mercy on me. I know I fucked up. I could not resist the temptation."

"What is going on, Uncle Rich?" came the voice of Chad.

Richard had sent the young man into the city to pick up some of the supplies he forgot to order and he had just returned. When he neared the empty stall at the end of the barn and saw Sub uncaged and curled on the floor, his eyes widened.

"How the hell did that happen?" Chad asked.

"First, nephew, you ruin my morning and now this fucker's lock broke," Richard said as he leaned down and grabbed Sub and yanked him to his feet. "Piece of shit thought it would be a good idea to pleasure himself. Now, I have to decide his punishment."

Sub cried as he felt the pain radiating down his legs and groin.

"Do I need to grab a knife and make you a nullo, boy?" Richard shouted. "I'd be happy to pickle that cock of yours in a jar and feed those testicles to you!"

"No, Sir," Sub begged. "Please, have mercy on me. It was a momentary weakness. I know better. It will never happen again."

"Oh, I know it won't happen again," Richard said as he shook the boy with his arm. "I'm just deciding if you are worth keeping!"

"Uncle Rich," Chad said. "He is new. Can't we go easy on him?"

"Shut up!" Richard screamed. "You are still in the shit house, yourself. Grow a backbone, nephew. Slaves need to know their place. No, we won't be going easy on him. But you are right, he is new. So, I will give him a second chance."

"Thank you, Sir!" Sub groaned.

"Listen to me carefully, boy," Richard said to Sub as he pushed him against the wall and brought his face in front of the boy. "This is your last and final warning. You will obey me from this point forward. You will honor the contract you signed with me. I don't want to hear any whining or complaints. If you slip up again, your life is forfeit. Do you understand what I am saying?"

"Yes, Sir," Sub replied, shaking.

Richard shoved Sub over to Chad, who seized and supported him.

"Reinstall his cage and make sure the lock is secure this time," Richard said. "Then inject him with the experimental yellow serum and send him to the basement."

"Yes, Sir," Chad replied.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk anymore, boy!" Richard shouted. "You are going to get nothing to eat tonight. After your ass is bred, you will be hooked up to a fucking machine and penetrated all night. The drug Chad is giving you is brand new. We isolated out of Slave's injections what was causing him to be unable to experience an orgasm, and we purified and concentrated an enzyme that is related to the pleasure of the experience. You will now be our test subject. While you are on the serum, you should be able to still cum, but your body will receive no pleasure. You will be numb no matter how much your prostate is stimulated or how often your balls are drained. If you thought you were frustrated before, you are in for a new world of suffering. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Sir," Sub cried.

"And another thing," Richard boomed. "Tomorrow, we will start coating your nub with a special cream. You will be treated three times a day, and very quickly, your former cock will shrink down to a button. At the same time, other drugs will make your balls grow, enlarge, and produce more testosterone and semen. More weights will be added until they swing like door knockers below you."

"How long are we keeping him on the serum?" Chad asked.

"Forever," Richard said. "We need to thoroughly test it anyway and see if it has any other side effects. Assuming that is the only thing it does, he will never experience the pleasure of an orgasm again. That will be a fitting punishment for him."

"Understood, Sir," Chad said.

"Take him to the basement and prepare him," Richard said. "It will take about an hour for the drug to work into his system. I'm going to go take a Viagra and get ready."

"Yes, Sir," Chad replied.

As night fell, Lucas went out into the barn to milk the bulls. He had been worried about Sub all evening. Gimp had assured him that, while the boy would be punished, he would not be seriously harmed. Still, Lucas was well aware of Richard's temper. He did not want to see the boy suffer the fate that had befallen the slave whose place he took. As he helped Blue out of his stall so he could follow his brothers to bed, Chad appeared in the doorway.

"Are you all done in here, Slave?" Chad asked as he limped in.

"I just have to sweep up here and sterilize the equipment," Lucas replied. "Are you ok?"

"Uncle Rich horse-whipped me as punishment for my slip-up earlier today," Chad replied. "My ass hurts, but I've been spanked before. Just didn't think it would happen as an adult."

"I'm sorry," Lucas replied. "I know Master is not in the best of moods right now."

"Indeed," Chad replied. "Rich had me watch as he used Sub, earlier. He is hooking the slave up to the fucking machine right now. I was going to go back and give him some water before he is locked in for the night."

"How is he?" Lucas asked.

"He received a brutal fucking, Slave," Chad replied. "Rich had no mercy for him. He bred the boy four times and used various toys to stretch his hole in-between. He also beat his swinging balls till they were black and blue."

"I'm really worried about Sub," Lucas replied.

"If you are that concerned, you are welcome to bring him his water after you are done here," Chad said.

"I'd like to do that," Lucas replied.

"Very well," Chad said. "However, I came out here to give you some good news. Uncle Rich had the injections you get studied, and we isolated what was preventing you from having a prostate orgasm. It was a combination of enzymes that was making you numb and then blocking the pleasure signals to your brain."

"So that is what happened," Lucas replied. "I just figured something had been damaged."

"Rich had the compound synthesized and modified so he could experiment with it, but as a result, we also could remove it from your shots completely. Rich opposed the idea, but I convinced him to do it for you since you have been such a hard worker. It will take a few days for the old compound to get out of your system, but before long, you can be fucked to orgasm again and feel the pleasure of it, too."

"Thank you so much, Sir," Lucas replied with a smile. "I don't know what to say."

"Well, just continue what you are doing and don't mess up like Sub and I have," Chad said. "I went out on a limb for you and after today, I may not have the clout I had before around here."

"I still appreciate it, Sir," Lucas replied. "Is there anything wrong with you?"

"I've just been distracted," Chad replied as he rubbed his ass. "Nothing you need to worry about. Good night, Slave."

"Good night, Sir," Lucas replied.

The stars were out, and with the moon at full phase, it was a brilliant winter evening as Lucas closed the barn for the night and hurriedly made his way to the basement. As he opened the door, he could hear the whine of the gearbox of the fucking machine. It was mounted behind Sub, who was strapped tightly to the fuck bench. The boy was covered in sweat, the fur on his body was matted, and his ass was a mess. Cum and blood were mixed into a froth churned by the giant dildo sliding slowly in and out of his gaping hole. Sub was not moving, and it was not until Lucas came near his face that he looked up and groaned.

On the floor, there was a puddle of piss and semen. Lucas could not tell how much Sub came over the last few hours, but it looked like a lot. Lucas ran his hand over the boy's forehead and wiped the sweat away. Spit flowed from Sub's mouth, and his tongue was hanging out.

"I've been allowed to give you some water," Lucas said. "Are you thirsty?"

"Yes," Sub groaned. "Please give me some water. Please!"

"Hold on," Lucas replied.

Lucas went into the side room and got a container that had a tube coming out of it. He filled it to the top with water and then brought it back over to Sub. As he turned it upside down, water dribbled out of the tube, and when he placed it in Sub's mouth, the boy sucked greedily on it.

"I see you finally got to cum," Lucas said, trying to make small talk.

"But, I couldn't feel it," Sub replied with a gasp as he took a break from drinking. "Master injected me with something, and I can't experience an orgasm. Oh, fuck, Lucas! I can't feel my orgasms anymore! My balls and my ass! I am in so much pain! As Master fucked me, I could feel my cock shooting out cum and piss, but I was numb to the sensations. There was no pleasure attached. My body is craving the experience of an orgasm. I need relief so bad! Fuck, Lucas! My cock kept spurting out cum, and I didn't feel a thing! Master says I never will again!"

"I'm sorry," Lucas replied.

"The sick thing is I want to ride this machine," Sub said as he began to cry. "As much pain as I am in, I want it to continue to fuck me. I need it to pound me so badly in the hope that I can somehow experience an orgasm. I know it isn't possible, but I want it to pound me no matter how much it hurts or how much damage it causes."

"I know you don't want to hear this right now, but you can survive," Lucas said as Sub drank some more. "For a long time now, I have lived in constant frustration, unable to orgasm. But I came to live with it. You can too."

"Fuck!" Sub groaned as the tube fell from his mouth. "I'm just eighteen years old. I had a huge cock and balls. I didn't know how good I had it. I miss jacking off, Lucas. I made a huge mistake."

"You can't beat yourself up about your choice," Lucas replied. "The deed is done. You are Master's property now. The sooner you accept that and move on, the better off you will be."

Sub hung his head and sobbed. Lucas felt guilty that the boy was suffering from a condition he would soon be cured of. He knew what it was like to live with blue balls every day, but he also knew that it was beyond his control.

The sound of piss hitting the floor distracted Lucas, and the boy looked down and saw a pale yellow stream pouring from the Sub's chastity cage and flowing over to a drain in the center of the room. An odor wafted through the air, and the dungeon smelled like a urinal.

"I can clean that up," Lucas said.

"No!" Sub shouted. "Master said I will wallow in my piss and cum tonight as I am fucked. This is part of my punishment."

Lucas brought the water container over and let Sub finish it before he got a towel and wiped the boy's face off.

"Is there anything else I can do?" Lucas asked.

"Pray for me," Sub said as he gasped. "I need the strength to make it through the night and be a better slave for Master. This is all my fault, and I need to embrace my punishment."

"I'll see you tomorrow, Sub," Lucas said.

Sub nodded and then closed his eyes. Lucas watched the device fuck him for a few minutes before putting the container down and leaving the room, closing, and locking the door behind him. He reached down, felt his own large, full balls, and thought about a future where he could orgasm again. He also knew what punishment would be in store for him if he ever stepped out of line.