David now just a puddle of his former self after the mental and physical toll of being forcibly transitioned from man to slave. His cock ached and pushed against the plate to no relief, just producing a steady stream of precum that now dribbled onto his engorged testicles.
“Clean him up Boy and arrange his sleeping quarters for the night,” Master said with a tone of disgust while turning away from the mess that was David.
“Yes, master,” Boy replied as he got down on both knees to kiss Master’s boots, “Thank you for allowing me to assist Master.”
Master left the now nearly silent basement with the only sounds coming from David, sniveling in despair. Boy still fully encased within his latex suit squatted to be eye level with him, David looked into Boy’s eyes and saw nothing, as if staring into a machine. This man of pure power was no different than a truck, he too was an object made to serve his well now their Master.
“I am going to remove your gag now, and then your restraints. There is no point in begging for freedom or fighting me to get out of here. Make this easy for yourself and obey.”
David knew he was right, he could see there was no soul or mercy behind Boy’s eyes and there wasn’t a chance he would overpower him at all. Boy reached behind David’s head and removed the gag, causing a build up of saliva to drool onto his chest. The rest of the restraints were also removed David looked at his arms and legs to see red grooves from the restraints after his futile attempts to break out of them. In the midst of his trance, Boy secured a collar around David’s neck with a leash attached.
“Move, now” Boy commanded, tugging the leash towards his direction
David was being pulled out of his trance-like state of checking the restraint marks, and playing catch-up with reality. He was two steps behind Boy who led him to a poor excuse for a shower and was closer that of the cutting room floor as it was just a drain and a hose connected to a shower head.
“Wrists.”
David, still not quite keeping up, looked blankly at Boy.
“Present your wrists, NOW.” Boy now grabbing at David’s wrist.
The power in his voice caused David to flinch, but regained composure before being asked a third time.
*click**click*
His wrists now secured by a heavy set pair of handcuffs, Boy took the chain in the middle and attached it to a hanging hook near the drain. Slowly the hook rose closer to the ceiling stretching David out till his toes were just barely able to provide some support.
“For your hesitation in presenting your wrists, you have incurred a punishment of 10 lashes with the cane, is that understood?” Boy said as he pulled a cane from the nearby closet.
“ugh, yes” David more focused on keeping his toes somewhat on the ground.
“For your lack of respect regarding addressing your superiors that is an additional 5 lashes with the cane, is that understood?” Boy said, now more annoyed.
David nearly went off, wanting to call this robotic person every terrible name in the book, understanding the predicament he was in he had no way to challenge him and simply had to play along
“Yes..... sir.” David replied with defeat in his voice.
Boy started strong, alternating the cane between each cheek for the first 10 strikes. David trembling on the verge of tears, having last endured a caning like this from his own father after being caught with a girl in his bedroom. He felt the warmth radiating from the strikes, his glutes that he spent years working on were used to the torture of the gym but this was a new pain. Catching a small glimpse of himself in a nearby mirror he saw his bubble butt covered in a blanket of red with purple cane marks starting to develop on top.The last 5 were pure agony, maybe it was the now raw, tender flesh more exposed or maybe Boy was really trying to set an example but David was breaking.
“Thank you sir, for this discipline,” David got out between breaths
Setting the cane down and reaching for the hose, Boy hosed David down and scrubbed him down to make sure this toy was ready for master in the morning. After the wash, David was kept hanging and dried with a coarse towel, but this ordeal was not over yet. A small amount of lube was applied to David’s pink little hole, and without any warning the tip of the hose was inserted. Letting out a quick yelp, David adjusted and felt his gut fill with the cold water. The hose then removed, allowing David to get a deep clean inside and out. After being cleaned up to Boy’s satisfaction a small metal butt plug was inserted and the hook holding David was brought down allowing him to put his weight back on his feet. Boy with leash in hand pulled David to follow to a section of the basement that had a large dog cage with a blanket and pillow set up.
David studied the cage and thought how far he had sunk. Just last week I was laying on a California king and now I was reduced to a dog cage.
“The cage is a luxury which you have not earned” Boy said as he pointed to a plain sheet beside the cage “you will sleep here until further notice.
In absolute disbelief, David was not even worthy of an animal’s cage. He laid in the dark on the cold concrete floor, his buttocks almost being soothed after his punishment, but still taunted by the empty cage beside him. Boy climbed the stairs in silence, a door shut and multiple locks sealing David in his new space.
