Billy is also on his back, his head is hanging off the edge, both hands tied to the corners, stretched tight, causing some discomfort in his shoulders. The Master, like George, has His cock balls deep down the boy's throat, using it as a fleshlight, with the boy's legs, tied together, pulled up, bending the boy in half as He also plows the slave's ass with a thick 10 inch dildo. The Master is having a fun evening. Billy is having the time of his life. Billy is a natural submissive, loves being abused in such ways, and he's definitely a ‘rope bunny’.
“That's it slave, take that toy like you're suppose too. Keep your hole open faggot! Don't make me have to work it hard!” The Master says as He pulls the toy out completely, and slaps the bitch's gaping hole, then slams it back in. There's no resistance to the shaft as it impales the boy. He's good opening up his pussy hole for the Master's pleasure.
Although the Master is enjoying His slut for the night, He's wondering how long before He'll have Xander in this position. That boy belongs in this position, whether he knows it or not. His brother has accepted his submissive nature, but Xander hasn't had the freedom to let himself explore his sexual predilections. As the brother that took on himself to be ‘the man’ and take care of Joshua and himself, he had more important things on his mind. That gave Joshua the freedom to enjoy his life, and learn about himself.
He keeps pounding Billy, barely giving the boy enough time to breath, He loves breath play when face fucking a fag. It's all about power and control, the power to control a boy's need to breath is a great rush. Billy has mouth slime all over his face, and the Master enjoys that too. It's all over the noy, getting into his eyes and hair. Being restrained as he is, Billy can't wipe it away, and it interferes with his nose and breathing. This creates a cacophony of noises that's music to the Master, and Billy is so deep in his ‘sub space’, he's only thinking of giving himself to pleasure his owner. No other thought can even form in his head. He's reduced completely to a worthless faggot that must submit or feel empty.
As for feeling things, his prostrate definitely feels the dildo pummeling it. The hard, rubber surface of the toy is making the boy's g- spot sing hallelujah, the second coming has arrived! The second cumming has arrived as more inferior faggot nub juice dribbles out, and the boy's body trembles with it's second orgasm of the night. The Master has been at the boy's holes for close to 45 minutes, using the slave's oral hole to edge Himself while He wrecks havoc on the other hole. Billy, unable to do anything except feel pleasure, pain, discomfort, and orgasmic vibrations, just keeps sliding deeper into that special space all subs know so well. That space that allows them to just let go completely and accept their true purpose.
However, even the Master can't last forever, besides, He's getting tired from pounding the helpless victim of His sadistic needs, and feels His balls tightening up, and His superior penis swelling, He just simply thrusts in harder, grinding in deep, and unloads His superior cum into the boy, no warning or anything, just simply saying, “Take that you faggot. Choke on my dick and cum boy!”
Billy isn't offered the opportunity to catch any cum in his mouth to show his appreciation to his Master. That's unnecessary in this scene, the Master knows the boy will definitely show his appreciation in another way. He pulls out, and sits next to the boy, dropping the heavy dildo on the boy's stomach, catches His beath, and walks into the bathroom. He returns a few minutes later, wearing a robe, and unties the boy, saying, “Clean up this mess, slave, and get my bed ready for me to sleep in. Then get your cage from the closet boy. Hurry up!” Billy complies without saying a word, he knows better. The Master goes out to His balcony and breathes in the salty, warm air from the Caribbean sea, and feels good. A few minutes later, Billy comes out, drops to his knees, and says, “This worthless slave thanks you for allowing it to serve you Master and is most grateful for being honored with the gift of orgasms given to it by your superior hands, Sir. I am unworthy of such considerations.”
“Unworthy boy? I don't think so. You earned it faggot. Now, get into that cage and go to bed. I'll be needing a good bath in the morning.”
“Yes Sir!” Billy says, and quickly gets up and the clinking of a dog kennel is heard. Billy lays in the tight space, allowed only a simple sheet, and quickly falls asleep, exhausted from the night's sexcapades.
The following morning, in order to make sure the day's work is completed before dinner, Jonathan rises an 90 minutes earlier than usual, telling Michael to get up. “We have a busy day straight boy, so get up!” Michael wants nothing to do with it. He's still tired after taking two loads from Jonathan last night, and his ass is sore, in that sweet, after glow ache kind of sore, that makes a faggot feel…well..like a faggot should feel, slutty!
But Jonathan won't budge, and slaps the other boy very hard on his ass. This makes the boy jump and yelp. The welts from 3 mornings ago are almost gone, but damn, they still hurt when aggravated. So, to avoid another slap, he gets up, and shortly later, they're waking the other slaves up, earlier than usual, and starts barking orders to ‘rise and shine bitches’. There's more bickering, but they start moving, slowly at first, but after their showers and some rough housing, and a little fun poked at Xander, they're finally ‘dressed’, joskys only, and headed to get breakfast 45 minutes earlier than usual, all wondering why they're up so freaking early anyways. Breakfast was great though!
Jonathan had spoken to Ryan and his morning assistant lead about breakfast, and considering what the boys were facing today, pancakes and sausage, lots of pancakes to provide energy, with fruit, was decided upon. So the boys came to conclusions that if being woke up early meant a yummy, syrupy sweet breakfast like pancakes, it's worth the lost sleep. That is until Jonathan makes his announcement, “Today, we're preparing the prey boys for the hunt. All hands on deck guys. It's not going to be easy. You know how they'll try to fight.”
And there's moans, groans, and various complaints levied at the news. And of course, the new boys ask what he means and when they're told about washing, shaving, and putting chastity cages on the dudes downstairs, the 3 boys understand the complaints, but from their perspective, of being washed and locked up against their will. So they have some sympathy for the boys downstairs, but, also feel relief in knowing they aren't going to be forced to run naked in the woods with maniacal men hunting them down with tranquilizers.
“This shit is fucked!” Tommy says. “That man is sick doing this! He should be beaten and go to jail.” He looks at Joshua and Xander expecting support, and is totally surprised when, of all peole, Xander says, “Shut the fuck up dude! He saved you, Joshua, and me from the streets idiot! We'd still be struggling to survive if it wasn't for Him. He cares about us!”
Everyone looks at Xander, and then they all agree with him, even Joshua says, “He's right Tommy. Look at us, eating pancakes!” And the others laugh. Tommy feels completely defeated. Xander feels…he's not sure exactly. All of this is so new to him, he just knows he believes what he said, and, god, he misses that bastard of man that has made him feel so special.
As the other slaves were denied sleep, Billy was roused a little later than usual. The Master, ever so diligent and watchful, saw everything going on, including Xander's remarks, and smiled to Himself. So, 30 minutes after His usual time, He wakes up Billy, and says, “Time to wash me slave! Move it.” Billy quickly rushed into the bathroom, starts the shower, and takes a moment to sit on the toilet and piss. Shortly after that, and after washing his Master, in the huge shower he's on his knees, both hands of the Master holding his head, getting fucked in his throat again.
“That's it faggot! Take that dick like you're meant to, you slut. This is why you exist bitch. To take a real man's cock without complaining whore.” And he feels the Master punctuates His statement by slapping His property hard on the face. Billy doesn't mind, after all, this is exactly why he exists, and even if he could complain, he wouldn't. He was meant for this, so why bother complaining. A few minutes later, he's being fed cum from the most important cock in the world, and he feels complete and content.
Billy gets a small reward for his services, and is allowed to eat his breakfast with the Master, albeit, on floor like a proper slave, and even from a dog dish, without utensils or being allowed to use his hands. Watching the boy eat, the Master thinks, ‘maybe I should get a pup slut!’
Except for the 7 kitchen boys, the 14 veteran slaves, Jonathan, and the 3 new boys go downstairs, where they're met by 4 large, towering men, wearing black pants, black shirts with SECURITY on the front left side, and across the back in 3 inch letters yellow in color. Each one has a cattle prod, and has enough muscles to give Arnold Schwarzenegger a run for his money, well, at least when he was younger, that is. And they all walk into the room with, now, and again, 10, naked boys, shaking because the Master keeps the room chilly to cause discomfort in the prey boys. The new boy is crying uncontrollably. Jonathan looks around, and says, “Well start with the new one, the beach bum boy” and says to the guards, “bring him to prep room one, please Sirs.” They nod, and 2 approach the boy and he really starts screaming into the gag.
Jonathan turns to the boys, deciding how best to this. The 3 new boys will be practically useless, especially Tommy, he figures. But, they need to see this any ways. So..he gets 3 boys, tells Xander to join them, and says, “Come with me.” And they walk off with him, and enter a prep room. The same prep room that Tommy was taken to. And Xander sees one of the guards punch the boy and tell him to calm down or he'll ‘cut your balls off faggot!’ This has the desired effect, and the boy just stands there as he's handcuffed to the bar like Tommy was. Then Jonathan walks up and says, “Listen up man. These guys are going to bath you, then shave your body bare. The hair on your head will stay. We aren't going to harm you. Then you'll go back to the cell and get some food. If you fight them, you'll get cut by the razors, at best, if not,” and he points to a guard, “he'll fry your balls with that prod.” And for emphasis, the guard takes the prod and hits the switch, and blue sparks zap over the tip, creating ozone and instilling fear. Then more fear as Jonathan says, “And that's 13,000 volts into your balls dude. You'll puke, you'll be hurting for hours, and you'll still get shaved. So. Be smart and cooperate, or suffer badly.” The guy nods yes, and the 3 slaves start in on their tasks.
“Xander, you just watch and do whatever they asks.” Then Jonathan storms off. Surprisingly, Xander actually does his best to help, listening to his fellow slaves, who are quickly becoming his new friends, and learns some hints about bathing the Master as the others use the beach bum boy as a ‘test dummy’.
Joshua is quite helpful with the team he's added too. He enjoys the camaraderie of the boys. Like them, he understands he's a slave. It's his place in life, and he's known that for years. It's just something a submissive boy subconsciously knows, desires, and searches for, while most never find the kind of freedom he's discovering exists here in his Master's home.
Yes, freedom! Joshua always felt trapped in a life. Trapped in the beliefs that he was expected to not only embrace the tedious task of making decisions, and live how everyone else does..in relationships where both are considered equals, and then add on top of that the repulsive idea of, bleh!, getting married to a girl and having children. No. None of that was for him. To start with, men make decisions, and maybe some women, but he's not a man! And he's definitely not equal to man. He can't think of things like them, when he sees a man, his mind instantly drifts to thoughts of being dominated by the man. He can't help it, it's just how he is.
He found it weird that people recognize a boy or girl could self-identify as the opposite gender, but he couldn't self-identify as a slave. Like, what's the difference? He didn't see any. Boy to girl, girl to boy, free sub to a slave sub. Nope, as long as it's what he wants, no one had the right to say otherwise. But very few, including Tommy, just didn't understand him that well. Yet here! Here in the Master's home, he could openly embrace his true self and be the slave he wanted to be, no, not wanted, but, knew! The slave he knew he was born to be.
Tommy, he was sickened. This shit just isn't right as far as he was concerned. Bad enough he was now a captive, a captive in a house of freaks, with a sick, twisted inhuman monster in charge, but now, he's expected to incriminate himself by helping these morons! Fuck that. He just refused. No level of imploring and begging by the others helped. The slaves he was assigned to were beside themselves. on the one hand, they had work to, on the other, they had a code. We don't narc on each other! If a boy had punishment coming, that's fine, but you never went out of your way to get a boy punished. The code was the cornerstone of their brotherhood.
And in honesty, they very, rarely had to worry about it. Each boy, after an adjustment period, fell right in place. So, they gave him the benefit of the doubt and just did the work. Not like they really needed him anyways. They'll let him reap the rewards of their hard work, then corner him and make sure he understands and appreciates what they did for him.
For the most part, the 10 boys cooperated. A few tried fighting back. One got his nutsack hit with 13,000 volts. No gag could prevent that scream. The dead, laid to rest on the other side of the world, heard it. Especially since this particular guard had a deep sadistic, and cruel nature. He held the prod to the boy for a few seconds longer than needed and probably fried any cum inside them, killing the sperm off completely. The boy behaved like an angel from that point on.
Now approaching lunch time, over half the boys were washed, locked in a chastity device, and crying about being now locked in some kind of medieval device thingy. One small thing that Tommy did say, was, “You all better be smart and not try to rip that thing off your peckers. Trust me, they aren't coming off!” And strangely, he knew this because he actually tried during the night and almost ripped a ball off. It still wasn't happy about that.
Lunch was grilled cheeses and fruit, with iced tea. Tommy was bitching again, “Fucking fruit, again! We have fruit with every damn meal!”
“It's good for you.” Ryan said.
“So is being free and not having your cock locked up dude!” He snarls.
Ryan just laughs, and walks away, saying, “Whatever sunshine. Can't do nothing about either, so stop being a baby.”
“Fuck you, you piece of shit asshole!” Tommy screamed.
And every one in the dinning area looked at Tommy. Jonathan is fuming! That son of bitch he thinks. Then he gets up, saying, “With me Tommy now.” And Tommy says, “Fuck you too asshole!” And this makes Michael stand up, and he looks at Jonathan, who says, “Sit down Michael.” Michael, who really feels like he should be defending Jonathan's honor, as well as, to some extent, Ryan's too, just sits back down, very angry.
Jonathan walks to Tommy, who's preparing to defend himself from Jonathan, and gets absolutely blindsided by the Master. He came from nowhere very quickly, grabbed Tommy by the hair and was dragging the boy roughly, and throws him into the arms of a guard that materialized from nowhere too, and says, “Dungeon, hanging cage, now. I'll deal him later “
He then looks at His slaves, says, “ Shows over. Finish your lunch and get back to work.” He looks around at the boys, stopping at Xander, who blushes and looks down. Joshua is crying uncontrollably. “See to your brother Xander.” Then He walks off.
Xander runs to his brother, and holds him, trying to comfort him. Joshua is beside himself. He just doesn't understand why Tommy can't accept this. Even Xander seems to be accepting it. Why can't Tommy? And he's now coming to a conclusion, the same one the Master knew he'd come too one day. Tommy wasn't the right man for him. He always knew this on a deeper level, but wasn't ready to acknowledge it. Tommy wasn't a dom. He definitely isn't a sub. And now he's probably going to disappear, and Joshua didn't want that either!
“Xander! Please, do something. Please, talk to the Master. He'll listen to you. Please Xander, please.” He crying and sobbing. Xander is at lost. He's not sure the Master will listen to him. Hell, he's not even sure the Master wants to be in the same room with him right now. But, he needs to do something, and says, “I'll fix this Joshie. I promise.” A promise he knows he shouldn't make. Just then, another security man enters the slave dinning area, and says, “Slave Joshua, come with me. The rest of you, back to work, Master's orders.”
The boy looks up, tears in his eyes, and fear grips him, “No. I…I…,” he looks at Xander, “Xander, I didn't do anything wrong,” he then looks at Jonathan, “What'd I do wrong?” He cries.
“Boy,” the guard says,”Come now. I don't believe you're in trouble. The Master doesn't seem angry with you. But that will change if you don't cone. Now.” The man reaches for the boy, and Xander's about to about to make a move, when Joey steps up, taking Joshua's hand, “It'll be ok Joshua. Be smart, and go with Mr. Hanson. If you don't, no matter what, if you don't go now, you'll be in trouble for sure. Now go!” And pats the boy's ass, and pushes him towards the guard. Then, to Xander, “Don't be stupid and interfere dude. He's not in trouble. If he was the man would have grabbed him like they did Tommy. Ask Jonathan. He knows.”
Jonathan nods, then says, “Come on boys, back to work. Now!”
Xander watches as his brother gets led away. He's fearful for his brother but he's warped by a nagging thought that his brother is going to get the Master's cock, and why the fuck am I thinking that? God I'm such a bitch, he screams in his head, and a small part of brain says, nope, not a bitch at all, just a…faggot! Ugh he thinks. And he had strong urge to run to the Master and just pull the man's pants down and practice deep throating Him. Yep, I'm a faggot, he days again, looking down, feeling embarrassed and ashamed.
The guard, Mr. Hanson takes Joshua to the Master's
study, tells Joshua to kneel into position, and says, “When He says enter, get up and go in.” Then he knocks on the door s and walks away. Joshua is left alone waiting.
When Tommy was dragged off by a security man, he was cuffed, tightly at that, and taken to the elevator and escorted to the dungeon in the basement. He was placed in a hanging cage, hands cuffed, tightly, behind his back with a strap tying them to the cage, preventing him from sitting. So, here he is, hanging in a cage, in a dungeon, looking at whips of all kinds, paddles, dildos, chains hanging from the ceiling, the walls. A small cell with…fuck me, he thinks, those are skeletons straped to the walls! Skeletons!!
Its a joke really, they're fake. The sadistic mind of the Master thought it was funny. Putting a couple fake skeletons shackled to the wall like you'd see in old movies. He knew they'd work wonders on a slave's mind being put in the dungeon for the first time. And apparently, it was really working on Tommy. He started screaming, yelling, and praying to God, to the fly buzzing his nose. Great. Just what I needed, a fly. Damn it! I hate this place! I hate my mom, her boyfriend, and that badtard that had me stuck with a needle!!
“Come in Joshua.” The Master says. Joshua takes a deep breath, stands, and walks to the door, opens it, walks in, and kneels after two steps inside. “You wanted to see me Sir.” He asks quietly.
“A slave doesn't speak unless he's spoken to, understood?”
“Yes Sir. Sorry Sir.”
“Tommy is going to be punished. He brought it on himself. Question is, is it going to give you cause to act out and be punished too? I hope not.”
“I..I..,” he looks at the Master, “I'll not cause any problems Sir. But Tommy, he's not…”
“A smart boy? That's apparent.” The Master says.
“Not that Sir, I was going to say…”, then the boy stops when he sees the Master looking at him like the boy's pushing his luck.
“Go on slave, say what's on your mind.”
“It's.. it's just.. he's not like me.”
“I know. But he has no choice but to learn now. You will be present during his punishment Joshua. You will stay quiet, not a word, not a sound, or you'll get a taste of my anger too. Now, in a minute, Jonathan will be here to take you downstairs. Wait outside, close the door. You're dismissed.”
Joshua started to get up, then, “Sir, my brother, he's…”
“Leave boy!”
“But Sir…he's.. he's..”
“He's learning about his submissive nature, and realizing that not all faggots are born gay. Go now!!”
Joshua got ready to leave, stopped, then reconsider. He looked back at the master, ran to Him, then hugged Him tightly and then ran out the door, closing it. He almost ran into Jonathan, who looked at the smiling boy, and felt relief.
“Hold on Joshua. Just kneel there and wait. He turned and knocked on the door. And quickly heard the permission to enter. He walked in, saying “Sir, I'd like to…”, then the door closes and Joshua didn't hear the rest.
The rest of the day went smoothly. The boys downstairs in cell were all washed, shaved, locked in chastity, and had collars locked on their necks that had GPS location devices in them. Negotiations between the hunters had decided who would get which boy. Jamal was happy with the blonde haired beach bum boy. Each boy was numbered with a red paint that couldn't be washed off. The paint was just to fuck with their minds really. The GPS devices ensured each ‘hunter’ got the boy that was agreed upon. In a perverted way, it was done in a gentleman's fashion, all agreed on behind closed doors, smoking cigars and drinking brandy in the old days, just now days, behind closed doors smoking cigars and drinking brandy, while online on the ‘dark web’. The 10 boys were each assigned to a man, and everyone involved would be happy. Well, not everyone, the 10 boys would l definitely have something to say about that. No one gave a shit. They're slaves. They have no rights anymore.
Now dinner time is approaching. The house slaves are getting ready to eat, as is the Master. He's having dinner in His private dining room. Xander was given lessons in serving Him, and he would not be dressed in the usual attire. That was something the Master wanted to tell Jonathan to set up. As part of his humiliation and degradation, he is going to play waiter tonight, in jockys with a bow tie clipped to his collar, and watch the man he's been having mental arguments over eat His dinner, pour His wine, and have his cute little ass slapped and felt up a lot. All in all, a pleasant sounding dinner to the Master!
Xander is actually feeling nervous. He's been ignored by the Master for over 24 hours, except for being told to comfort his brother by Him at lunch. He was relieved when Joshua showed up downstairs, smiling and apparently feeling better. All he said was, he was going to be present when Tommy gets punished, and that ‘you and me are more alike than I knew Xandie’! That made no sense to Xander and Joshua simply said, when asked what he meant, was, ‘you’ll see big brother’, and then he giggled and joined his team and had fun painting numbers on boys. And just painting numbers, the prey boys were molested by the slaves. They're faggots after all, and couldn't help themselves.
The Master's dinner was a simple affair. Some fried shrimp, a salad, and butter poached fingerling potatoes. The kitchen staff were excellent cooks. And Xander was drooling some seeing the food. The slaves got broiled boneless, skinless chicken breast, very lightly seasoned, fruit, a small salad, and a small portion of steamed wild rice, again very lightly seasoned, and water. Xander loved seafood! And to add to that insult, the Master only called him slave, pinched his nipples often, played with ass a lot, like every time the boy was near him. Xander was told to only speak if asked a question, and so far, not a single question was asked. The boy was beside himself with a need, a need to pounce on the man. His locked penis was throbbing at this point. Damn him! What kind of voodoo magic does He possess to make a straight boy want him?! Xander wondered. Then, dessert came out. Tiramisu! God that looks yummy, the boy thought. He had a sweet tooth for sure. The slaves got no dessert tonight. Dessert is a rare occurrence indeed.
The Master sees Xander watching Him.eat, and sees his desire for the treat, and decides to see if His gambit was going to pay off. “Tell Me slave, would you like a taste?”
Of course Xander's brain screams, ‘It's a trap’! But his mouth and taste buds react before they got the message, and answer in the affirmative. The Master beckons him to approach, and tells the boy to kneel. He then takes His fork, scoops up a small bite, and…fuck me, Xander thinks, puts it on His finger and places it in front of the boy, saying, “Open sesame.” And he does, and licks it off, and the awakening slut in him that has been looking for its own window to ‘seduce the seducer’, closes his mouth and starts sucking the man's finger. The Master, not being one to be outplayed, slowly pulls His finger out, then offers the boy two fingers, and Xander, making eye contact, opens his mouth and takes both. He starts running his tongue over them, moans softly, and the Master starts slowly pushing them in deeper, and then slowly finger fucked the boy's mouth.
“So nice boy. Feels good. It's making my cock twitch.” The Master says, and Xander just sucks harder and runs his tongue over the fingers in a circle around the tips. The Master is actually feeling Himself engorge. God, the boy is a natiral slut! He thinks. Funny, Xander is thinking, can I be any more whorish than this? What the hell has happened to me?!
The Master pulls His fingers from the boy's mouth, takes His cloth napkin, wipes them off. Then He turns in His chair and says, “In my lap boy.” Xander is happy He's not saying slave any more, happier now that He's paying attention to him, and quickly gets up and sits on the man's lap. The Master starts rubbing the boy's tummy and chest, asking, “Have you missed me boy?”
“Yes Sir. I have. I've been thinking about you too Sir.”
“Ohh, tell me slave.” Damn that word!
“Of you and me. And ummm…” He blushes.
“Don't be bashful boy, you can say anything.”
“You know, us…umm..”, he turns red, then feels the Master's hand caress his exposed butt cheeks. The boy's eyes squeeze shut, and shutters some, feeling electric current pass through him, and says, “Ohh god, Daddy…I want.. “.
“Tell me Xander. Tell me what you want.”
In a barely audible whisper, the boy says, “You Daddy. I want you.”
Bingo! The Master thinks. The faggot has awoken in him. He's ready.
“You want to come to my bed Xander?” He asks, and slips a finger into the boy's crack between the boy's butt cheeks, letting it slowly drop down deeper, slowly, seductively, getting nearer his hole. The boy's body trembles some, and he bites his lower lip.
Again, barely audible, almost imperceptible to His ears, “Ye..ye..yes da..da…. Daddy.” As he feels the finger touch his hole.
“And what do want? Say it Xander. Tell your Daddy what you really want.”
He struggles to say it. And when he does, it sounds like it's coming from another place, another person, and god, his dick hurts so badly!
“I want you to…to…tooooo…f..f..f..u..uck me daaa…daddy.” God, did I really just say that? I'm so damn horny….”Please Daddy, fuck me!” He says louder as he looks at the man fondling him, and just blinks his long lashed eye lids innocently. The Master wonders, who is exactly seducing whom here? But, He quickly kisses the boy, and says, “Jonathan will bring you to my suite at 10 pm, but first he has to show you something.”
“What Sir.”
“Later. For now, take the dirty dishes to the kitchen, help them clean up, and then accompany them to the rec room. I'll see you later.”
“Yes Sir.” He says, and quickly does as he's told, with almost a dance in his movements.
Soon, he'll say he's my property, the Master thinks, and give me his absolute submission, and that boy will be mine completely. Then his brother. Then that idiot Tommy. I'll break that bitch too.
Not long after, all the boys are in the rec room. Jonathan already knows he's to douche out Xander, and have him in the Master's suite, on his knees, with the instructions to wait, stay, not move until the Master arrives and addresses him. A simple exercise in patience for an impatient, horny boy. He'll be squirming by the time the Master arrives, and dripping precum hopefully.
Shortly before Jonathan has to show Xander how to clean his hole for proper use, he has one other thing to attend to. He's met by a security guard, and goes to the dungeon. They walk in, and still in the cage, sweating, and looking horrified, Tommy is still crying. His legs are burning. His mind is numb from fear and remorse. He wants to apologize, to take everything back, but he can't. He's gagged and locked up, and left alone. The guard quickly helps Jonathan release the boy from the cage, then they steer him to the cell with the fake skeletons. He's mortified, about shit himself. They drag him in screaming and fighting, sit him down, and shackle his wrist to the walls.
“I told you, you idiotic dumbass, to not say that word. But no, you had to act out. Let this sink in bitch, there's no way out of this, except being sold. You are a slave! Enjoy your night with the other guest here Tommy. And Mr. Franklin, I believe, has something to add.” He then turns and walks out. The security guard looks at the boy, and says, “You look thirsty, slave.” He then pulls out his cock, and pisses on Tommy, while laughing and saying, “There you go bitch, enjoy!” He walks out, slams the door, locks it, then the two walk out, closing and locking the door to the dungeon.
Jonathan returns to the rec room, calls for Xander, and says, “Come on. Let's get you ready for your big night cutie.” They go to the showers, and enter a stall. There's a hose with a tube looking attachment. Jonathan explains the purpose. Anyone with a billion light years could hear Xander say, “Ewww! Gross!!’ He then experiences his first anal cleansing douche. And when he's done, Jonathan says, “Your new pussy hole is ready now sexy boy.l Let's go upstairs.”
He leaves Xander, with no jockys on, kneeling at the foot of the Masters bed, with strict instructions to not move or say a thing until he's addressed by the Master. And, ohh! Have fun boy, you're gonna love it!
Next, Jonathan grabs Joey and Billy, and takes them to the same room Joshua and Tommy used. Leading them in, he says, “So Joey, for how well you helped with the incident involving Tommy and with the brothers after, I told the Master you deserve a reward. So, holding the chastity cage key up, “You can have fun with Billy tonight. You're getting released. Not you Billy, sorry.”
“I'm good alpha. My dick's little!” he giggles, “But Joey, yummy!” And Joey is just grinning, and already feels the blood hitting his cock. He then says, “Yes! I'm gonna nail you to the bed Billy!”
Jonathan leaves, he doesn't bother to lock the boys in. They aren't going anywhere except to ‘pound town’. He starts the rest of the boys off to bed. Time is getting late. Tomorrow is another busy day getting ready for the annual Bib Hunt Ball. And he's horny as fuck too. It's his last night with Michael. And it's not going to waste!
