The next morning, Xander gets roused from his sleep by a hand slapping his ass hard, and hearing, “Get up slave. Now!”
“Owww!” The slap to his ass made the ache from last night in his hole grumble some. Damn! The boy thinks, my butt hurts and He's not helping! Then, before another can land on his sore rear end, he starts moving.
“Bathroom now, take a piss, and start the shower boy. It's going to be a busy day. Move it slave.” Busy day He says, for me and the others maybe. I haven't seen you do anything but fix yourself your own drinks, lazy ass, he says to himself. And that surprises me, now that I think about! So, his day is off to a great start, at least it can't get worse at this point, right? Like, after last night, there's nothing worse that He can do, right?
Bathing the Master is becoming almost enjoyable to the boy. And this morning, the Master even washed the slave's back, saying, “You did well last night. You pleased me Alexander.” Then whispers in his ear, “I look forward to doing it again, and again slave” Then He nibbles the slave's ear a little and plays with the boy's hole. Xander moans, and all of his morning frustrations dissipate.
Maybe today won't be too bad, he hopes. Then, he hears, “I'm hard slave. Service my cock now!” Fuck me! This man is a sex fiend! So Xander gets on his knees in the shower, and starts sucking the Master's cock. And within minutes, the Master is fucking the boy's throat, and saying, “That's it faggot boy, take your owner's cock like a good slave. Remember what you said last night boy. You gave yourself to me, and I own you!”
As Xander is being used in his throat, he recalls last night, and isn't happy with himself for that part. The rest, well, that was ok. I got to cum too, finally! It's wrong to keep a guy my age from cumming, it's.. it's…unfair! His mind is screaming. Part of it is screaming, that newly awakened submissive side is saying, it's hot!
Before his split mind can continue the internal argument, he feels discomfort in his caged penis, and to his horror, he never realized THAT was back on until just now, and says, when did that S.O.B do that! Funny thing though, he had even sat to piss without thinking about it. His thoughts get interrupted, “I'm going to cum boy. Take it all!”
Suddenly his throat is filled with the Master's cum, then he feels it filling his mouth, and swallows.
Jonathan had entered the room during the shower, and laid out clothes for the Master and a fresh jocky for the boy. After drying off the Master, then himself, they emerge from the ensuite bathroom, and the boy's training continues.
“Dress me Alexander. That's part of your duties when in my room.” Lazy ass! Xander thinks, but he starts doing as he's told. First the boxers, then His pants, followed by His shirt. The Master says, “You still have a lot to learn slave. Next time, before the pants, do the shirt first. It's easier to tuck it in that way, and you don't have to loosen the pants to properly put the shirt on.”
Xander, feeling small and defeated, and even angry at himself for not thinking of that, simply nods, and says “Yea, ok Sir.” And the ever diligent Master, waiting for a suitable time to start correcting the boy, thinks, there's another strike boy!
So He grabs the boy's hair, and says, “Lay on the edge of the bed, slave, spread your legs, and present your ass to me! You need some corrections!”
Xander tries to protest, he's thinking, corrections? I don't think so. But, before he can even start forming a sentence to say out loud, his eyes, widen as he sees a small, wicked looking round stick commonly known as a cane.
Xander knew what it was, and although it was a smaller one then he'd seen used a few days ago, which he vividly recalls as sees memories of Michael's ass being caned. And now he's feeling even more fear then he felt when he was thinking he was going to be raped in his mouth. A small spark of hope in his frozen brain appears suddenly, saying, hey, He's just scaring us like before. Even the submissive side was gropping onto that small spark of hope!
So, Xander does as he's told. He lays down with his bare, beautiful, freshly de- virginized butt exposed, legs spread, which opens up the crack and lets anyone seeing this view his delicious looking small, pink hole.
Then….WHACK! A hit lands right across that 18 y/o sexy butt, and Xander screams! God does the boy scream, not realizing the force behind that swat was not full strength. Although, if someone told him that, he'd say that person was lying because, damn that hurt!
“God that hurts!” The slave screams.
“Wrong words Xander. You will count, and say thank you after each hit. Let's try again shall we?” We?, he thinks. Who's we, does he have a mouse in his pocket?
Whack! “What do you say slave?”
“Two Sir, and thank you!”
“Wrong answer boy! That previous one doesn't count because you didn't count it, and neither does this one because you miscounted, try again!”
Whack! This one a little harder, damn that fucking hurts his whole brain screams. No more arguing from anywhere. And his penis seems to be trying to shrink.
“ Oh god! That's.. that's one Sir. Thank you!”
“Now you're learning Xander!”
Whack!
“Two Sir, thank you Sir!” His ass is on fire where the cane has landed, especially on the edges of the lines created by the cane.
“You have committed 5 offenses Xander. The first, you didn't thank me last night for allowing you to service me and cum! Two, you didn't thank me for the privilege of sucking my cock this morning! Three, you didn't open your mouth and present my cum and wait to be given permission to swallow!”
Whack!
“Three Sir, thank you Sir! I'm sorry Sir, please, I didn't know!”
“And now you fib boy?! That's another offense slave! Jonathan told you yesterday, did he not, to always thank me?”
God damn! He remembers hearing that. Fuck!
Whack. Whack!
Between tears, and sobs, “Four, five, thank you Sir. Please Sir, I'm so sorry Daddy! It hurts Sir!” He's crying, his ass feels like its being skinned.
“And you didn't dress me properly, Xander, you did it in the wrong order, that's the forth. The fith, you were disrespectful in your reply after I corrected you! Never say yeah ok to me. It's yes! Always yes! For these offenses, correction was required. Do you understand me, slave?”
“Y…ye.. yess Ssss..Sir. I undah…undah…understand Sir.” He manages, as he continues crying. Preparing himself for another whack. Then, WHACK! A hit lands right berween his butt cheeks, right on top of his battered and abused hole, “And slaves don't fib, boy!”
Xander's butt cheeks feel wrecked beyond belief, 5.. ugh! No, 7 hits of that cane on him, and that pain feels good compared to the pain inside the crack, or what his poor hole is feeling! I'll never be able poop again, he thinks, as he prepares for more strikes.
But it never comes. Instead, he feels a cool ointment being applied, and his butt almost instantly starts feeling better. Then on his hole, he exhales, feeling some of the pain easing up. Then he's gently pulled up, and the Master starts helping him put on his jockys, and says after, while wiping the tears from his cheeks.
“Alexander, I dislike making you cry boy. However, I dislike improper etiquette in my slaves more. You must pay better attention to what you're told, and learn. Take every lesson to heart, and repeat it in your head until it's second nature, second chances aren't given here, and you will behave as I expect. There's no compromise on this, no buts. You will do, or I will punish. And Alexander, you promised to be a good boy, you sealed that promise by being allowed to cum boy. That was your bond to me!” Then He holds the boy for a minute, and says, “Breakfast is waiting.” The Master releases the boy, and walks out of the room, and Xander follows him like a puppy, albeit, a hurting puppy. And once again, he's thinking, I need to stop asking how things can get worse, because every time I do, things get worse!
A few minutes later, a sore assed Xander walks into the slave dining area, and his fresh cane marks are clearly visible. Billy says, “Ohh. Some one was a bad boy, tsk tsk.” And giggles. Xander says, “Ohh just shut up, my ass hurts!” This causes more boys to laugh.
Joshua runs over, inspects his brother's ass, and exclams, “Wow Xander! It looks hot brother!” And he giggles like a schoolgirl.
“Well it's not Joshua. It's not hot, it's fucking painful.” He says as he sits, yelis, and tries to adjust himself to less uncomfortable position.
“I know brother, that's why it's so hot!”
Xander just looks at his twin brother like he's an alien from a different world, and can't believe he said that. Then Michael chirps in, “I feel for ya Xander. My ass is finally not feeling my last punishment! But don't worry kiddo, in a couple days, you'll be good as new!” And He smiles that smile that makes Jonathan's heart skip beats.
Then Jonathan says, “I'll make sure more ointment is applied later Xander. It'll help.” Xander thanks him, and starts eating, then he remembers something he was told to say to the boys, or he'll get 5 more lashes with the cane. And his brain has been arguing over which is actually worse, the comment he is expected to announce, or the 5 lashes. This argument was won by the ass that was loudly informing the brain, and any other part of his body that's been arguing within itself, that under NO circumstances will it suffer 5 more lashes, so say the damn words because, from its perspective, it can not be more painful then what just happened. The boy's ego doesn't agree with that last thought.
So, already blushing, and almost forgetting the pain on his rump, Xander stands, to the relief of said rump, and clears his throat, “Um guys, I have something to say…”, Ohh god I can't believe He's making me say this…fuck me! And the straight boy in him says, that's what started all of this, just sayng…
And Xander, taking a deep breath, says, “I am a straight faggot boy!” Then sits down, making his butt yell to any part of the body listening, and tries to make himself invisible. He can't though, because all the boys are giggling, Michael and Joey are saying something like, me too! Then, to make things even more humiliating, Joshau rushes up, hugs him, and says, “Yay! Told you we had more in common than we thought big brother. We're both faggots!” And he's beaming with joy, love, and pride. And he's never felt more connected to his twin than he feels at this moment. Yes, he's thinking, this place is the best thing to ever have happened to us. Xander is thinking, this place is a fucking nightmare. Funny, another boy is thinking the same thing downstairs.
After breakfast and little celebration over Xander's announcement, Jonathan knocks and enters the Master's study. He sitting on His sofa, thinking of the beautiful marks He created on Xander's sexy ass, and saying to Himself, I'm a fucking artist!
“Good morning Sir. I trust you had a good night, and see you had a enjoyable morning, Sir”
“Indeed Jonathan. The boy is coming around. And now that he's announced his transformation, he'll slip further into his new life more easily. But that's not important right now. First, make sure Ryan has all the help he needs to prepare tonight's dinner. The boys will have the same dishes as myself and my…guest.” He smiles and snickers. This will be another deliciously sadistic evening. He was looking forward to it.
“You already know to have 5 boys dressed to serve us. I want Xander included, no pants though! His marked ass will make a nice touch, I think.” Inwardly, Jonathan agrees.
“Have the silver polished. The dining room made to shine, flowers and candles on the table as a centerpiece.”
“Yes Sir, it will be done as you expect.”
“Have Michael take charge after you talk to Ryan. Assign any help he requires. Then, you and I, with a security man, are going to pay Tommy a visit downstairs. Time to start his education in earnest. Go now “
“Yes Master.” Jonathan scurries off to do what was commanded, and actually feels sorry for Tommy, especially after seeing Xander's ass this morning. The caning wasn't that hard, he knew, because no serious welts were rising. But the strikes created red lines, and he knew from experience, welts or not, the caning hurt. And Tommy…well, he really angered the Master yesterday. That's one of the reasons he hasn't gone down to the dungeon yet. He knew in His anger, He'd probably injure the boy, and make him bleed. This, also, came from experience after seeing the thrashing He inflicted on the previous alpha. That slave's back, ass, thighs, chest, and stomach all were covered in blood and ripped, torn skin, and welts that were so nasty looking. His body was scarred. Horribly scarred for life. And probably still painful. He deserved it too!
Tommy hears the door unlocking, and sees the Master walk in, followed by a large, towering mercenary-type security guard, the same one that pissed on him, and then by that bitch Jonathan. God, this can't be good, he thinks. For once, Tommy has a proper thought, sadly for him. Because, things are about to start really fucking with his head. When Xander finally hears about Tommy's ordeal in this dungeon, he starts realizing how good he had it, and even feels sorry for the jerk that had his brother crying like a love sick teenaged cheerleader.
“I can smell the gift you gave him, Mr. Franklin.” The Master says. Followed by, “Get him out of there, and spray his pathetic ass down, clean his cunt out, and string him up.” This order was given to both Mr. Franklin and Jonathan. Both move. Jonathan, because he's a slave and has no choice but to obey. The guard does it because he's paid well, very well, and there's always a very generous yearly bonus. Of course, if the Master thought He could have slaves as security people, He'd have done it. But, some things, slaves shouldn't be trusted with, like having access to cattle prods.
Tommy is quickly pulled out of the cell, he's too weak to struggle, too numb and frozen with fear to try, so he just goes along with everything being done, until…he starts getting sprayed with freezing cold water, from a fire hose nozzle. Its hurts horribly, it startles his brain and wakes it up, and he screams, yells, and starts kicking. This gets him slapped hard by Jonathan. Fuck that bitch can hit hard, he thinks as he feels his his right cheek turn red from the hit. After this, he feels an object shoved in his ass, more cold water, his guts bloating as it fills up. Then it's removed, his guts expel the water, and it's repeated 2 more times, then, just for ‘shits and giggles’, a 4th time. Yes, Mr. Franklin is a very sadistic man.
Then he's dragged to a spot where his cuffed hands are secured to a hanging chain by the guard, who says, “You're going to love this slave!” A noise starts, a motor running, the clicking of a chain, and Tommy feels his arms being pulled up until he's barely standing on his feet. This gets followed by both ankles being restrained and tightened. He's stuck there, legs spread slightly, arms pulled up tightly over his head, and unable to move much. He's still gagged, and thirsty as hell, not too mention hungry. He hasn't had anything for almost 24 hours.
This was thought about, and the Master concluded, a few more hours will not cause any harm. He had IV bags of hydrating solution, lots of them, and a slave named Luke had been trained in first aid and medical care when in the Navy. He got out, and 6 months later, had willingly come to the Master and allowed himself to become a slave. Another naturally submissive faggot, a gay boy, looking for someplace where he could fit in and feel like he's part of something special. He tried the Navy, that wasn't for him. Not because he was gay, but because he didn't fit in with the ‘alpha man’ machismo that those kinds of men shared. Hell, even most of the women were naturally alpha in their behaviors.
“Tommy! You committed a horrible offense, one that I know you knew will not be tolerated.” He turns to a big screen TV, and clicks a remote. On the screen, appears Michael being caned, with the Master asking him why he was being punished, and loudly, Tommy hears Michael saying, “because I called Jonathan an asshole Sir!”. Then the scene changes to Tommy being cleaned before he was brought upstairs, saying asshole in Jonathan's face, and getting slapped, with Jonathan saying, to the effect, don't ever say that word again! Then the second slap.
Then, the scene in the slave dining area plays, with Tommy, again, screaming that word. The TV shuts off, and the Master says, “You will be punished Tommy. I am going to make you regret that moment, and you'll swear to me you'll never say it again boy. Of that, I have no doubt, slave.” As He's saying those words, Jonathan walks to the Master, and hands Him a whip. And Tommy, already screaming, starts pleading through the gag in his mouth. And the Master slings the whip, and it cracks in the air, right next to the boy's head, a loud crack thundering in his ear. Tommy starts swearing he'll never say that word again. But, the Master can't understand his words, and says, “I believe 20 lashes will be sufficient for this part of your punishment. And,” He steps aside, where Tommy sees Joshua being led in, “Joshua will count them Tommy!”
Joshua sees his boyfriend, and almost breaks down crying. Before this, the Master had a short conversation with the slave. He was told not to speak, not to utter any sound except the counting, do not cry, do not show any emotion! That doing anything he's told not to do will result from his removal, and his own punishment. Also, his punishment will not, under any circumstances, feed his masochistic needs. In other words, no spanking or caning, or anything that will excite him. Instead, he'll be sent downstairs, to the 3rd sublevel, and be separated from his brother, his new friends, and be left alone for a very few long,days and nights, with horrible gruel to eat. Being alone, for any person that's a ‘social butterfly’ is horrible. And for a fun loving, social gay boy, it's hell! So, he wanted to scream, cry, and rush to Tommy, but instead, he did as instructed, walked to the spot indicated, knelt, looked at Tommy, and said loud as he could, “Slave Joshua presents himself, and will count off the lashes punishing the offending slave, Master. I thank you for this honor.” He was instructed in exactly what to say.
Amazing how that felt like he shoved a knife in my gut, Tommy thought. Even more amazing, was the fact the Master knew that it would hurt Tommy. He also knew it was hurting Joshua, however, he needed a lesson too. He needed to understand his love for Tommy, while, not only allowed and tolerated, is a privilege, and will not come between slave and Master.
Then, the whip cuts through the air and lands on Tommy's chest, and Tommy screams, his face turning red instantly, his heart feeling like it was going to explode. The strike zone felt like a hot piece of metal was placed on him. A red mark instantly popped up. As did copious amounts of sweat. The sweat aggravated the spot. And Joshua, without any emotion showing, said, “One Master “
This was followed by more hits, more screams, all over Tommy's body, all counted by the boy Joshua. By the 20th strike, Tommy was barely able to scream. His voice was harsh, his arms were on fire. His muscles were aching so bad. He has marks on his chest, his back, his ass, his thighs. No blood. He was glistening in sweat. One could smell the fear in him. One could smell the heat of sexual desire in Joshua. Not desire for Tommy, but for the dominant man standing there, holding a whip and looking at His artwork on Tommy's body. Then, to Joshua, He says, “Good boy slave, you are excused. Go find Michael, now!” He quickly leaves, and the small pool of precum on the floor didn't go unnoticed by the Master. Yes, definitely a masochist.
“Jonathan, ointment. Then you and Mr. Franklin set him up for the next part.” Jonathan moves quickly. Tommy just moans, unable to react to what he heard. He's quickly released from the chains, laid on a bench. Jonathan rubs ointment on the boy's wounds, and they start feeling less painful. He's actually grateful for this, and looks up at Jonathan, and is surprised to see…a look of sympathy on the boy's face. And kindness in his eyes, and Jonathan says, “I know what you're going through Tommy. I know it hurts and you feel like you're all alone right now, but you have friends upstairs waiting for your return. All of US.” He says. Then adds, “I'm sorry you're going through this, and I know you'll get through it. And Joshua will be there for you, as will we all.”
The Master heard this. It didn't anger Him. He wasn't a fool. He knew He depended on His slaves, and expected them to be as perfect as possible in their behaviors and obedience. He also understood they depended on each other during such trying times, like this. When a slave was punished, they all felt it, and they all gave comfort and aid to the slave that was punished. The boys will comfort Tommy, and he'll start viewing them as friends. He'll no longer cause them problems after this.
However, he'll still have to be broken down and taught that his Master is just that, his Master, for life, and he must not only understand it; he must accept it to his very core without any question or doubt.
Tommy, all soothed but still aching, was given some water. He drank it. It was the most delicious drink he's ever had, then, thinking maybe it's sll over, he's told to lay down, on the ground and spread his arms. He then strapped to a beam, and a part of his brain freaks out and he starts struggling. Ohh my god! They're going crucify me!! He feels a hard slap land on his stomach, hitting two of the whip marks, yells but stops struggling because the pain took control of his head.
Then he's hung up, and the beam is attached to another, thicker post secured from the ground to the ceiling. His feet are placed on small step stool ladders. He's trying to comprehend what's happening now. He doesn't see the alpha behind, who has a pole that he's set to the proper height, and then crowned with a dildo. A 12 inch long black dildo that starts of at 1.5 inches wide, and at the base reaches a whopping 6.5 inches wide.
Jonathan places the dildo under the boy's ass, and unceremoniously sticks the head towardsTommy's ass. Tommy has memories of his rape come flooding into his brain. He's fighting but can't. His arms and wrist are secured tightly to the cross beam, his shoulders stressed from being held in place while being pushed up from being forced to stand on the small step ladders, and the dildo, covered in massive amounts of lube, penetrates his hole and he stops struggling, trying to stand still.
Now, a camera is set up, and the Master turns the big ass screen TV on, and Tommy sees what his new predicament is. And, having seen a video that Joshua and another boy showed him once, he knows what going to happen.
Ohhh fuck. They're going to impale me! Look at that fucking dildo. It's going to rip me open. I'm going to die, and he screams, which makes his harsh throat hurt. Fuck me, just kill me and get it over with.
“Tommy,” the Master starts speaking, “this is called impaling. It's a vicious and sadistic test in strength, stamina, and resilience. You are going to be here for the next 3 hours. And that dildo is going to end up completely in your ass. Don't be concerned, the pole has a large base, it won't go any deeper than the 12 inches. But, you're going to feel it, and your ass is going to be stretched, and you'll not really enjoy this. Even the most masochistic power bottoms on earth do not get much pleasure from being impaled. It's nothing like being fucked, or even having a butt plug in your ass for long term. No, this will be painful, and you're going to suffer slave.”
He hits a button on a remote control and the ladders slide apart, spreading his legs, causing him to lower some. This dildo slides in deeper. “This system is computer controlled slave. Every so often, the ladders are going to be pulled further apart, and eventually they'll be so far apart that your legs will not be able to continue on the small ladders, and slip off them. Then, you'll be hanging there, struggling, with only the muscles in your tied arms to keep you from dropping down completely. But, even those will tire quickly slave, and you'll have that entire dildo inside you, with that fist size base stretching your ass wide open. And, this will be fucking with your head slave. This is punishment, Tommy. Remember that, slave, punishment!”
He turns, and walks away, followed by Jonathan and the security man. Leaving Tommy to his own personal hell, all alone.
Tommy's ass is almost totally impaled in 90 minutes. At this point, his legs are no longer supported, they're dangling below him, and he's fighting to keep the last few inches of the dildo stretching his hole beyond belief. His mother's boyfriend, for all his boisterous bluster and talk, was only 5.5 inches long, and barely 1.25 inches wide. Hell, practically the size of hotdog, that event felt like his ass was being ripped out of him, and now, god, they'll be able to park a mac truck in me! I'll never be able to hold a shit, I'll poop myself and be like my granddad before he died, wearing diapers. Yes, his mind was going crazy. Fortunately for him, the 7 muscles in the hole of a person's ass, the hemorrhoids, are some very resilient and powerful muscles. They'll recover, recover pretty quickly, and, when Tommy finally gets fucked in a more willing way, he'll take the cock much easier. However, none of this is known to him, so he's going to the darkest places his mind has.
Upstairs, the slaves are having a normal day of being slaves. They're doing their chores, and doing them with pride. This event doesn't just reflect on the Master, it also reflects on them. These boys know that. They have pride! They may be slaves, absolute slaves, true boys in Bondage, the kind of bondage that means not free, not sovereign individuals, no rights, no liberty, nothing. They don't own a thing. Even their bodies belong to the Master, their lives belong to him, their hearts too. They love him, and they love ensuring that He's seen as perfect before His peers.
Not because He'll punish them either. Because they have such pride in their Master and in His success, they'd do anything to make Him look like He's God Himself! Besides, to the slaves, He is god. He has their world in His hands.
So, the cutlery is polished and gleaming. The glasses tonight have been polished, and shine without a single spot. Not a speck of dust would dare show itself. Even the bulbs in the chandelier have been cleaned. They're a happy group of slaves. Tonight they get prime rib, baked potatoes, asparagus wrapped in…yummy..bacon! Buttered bread. A rare treat indeed. Then, tomorrow, they'll be greeting the guests of the Master. Other men, like their Master, who are powerful and strong men that have the willpower to go after and take what they want. And they'll bring with them a slave each. These slaves wish they lived here. Some of them were once in the hunt as prey. They never knew how good it was here until they were brought back. Then they saw things they never saw before. If they had known, they'd have begged the Master to keep them.
Lunchtime for the house has arrived. The boys are in their dining area, which has a, not so big, digital flat-screen TV hung on the wall. It clicks on, and the boys all look up at it, and there is a collective intake of breath and gasps as they see Tommy hanging there, begging to be released. Pleading and crying. The Master is there, along with Jonathan, and of course, Mr. Franklin.
“Tommy, answer me, will you ever scream and call anyone that word again slave?”
“No Sir. I won't. I promise Sir..god I promise… please…”
“Say who I am Tommy. Say it now!” He barks.
“The Master Sir.”
“Whose master am I Tommy. Say it boy!”
“Mine. You're my Master Sir. God, please Sir, please…let me down.” Tommy pleads. “I'll do anything Master. Please.. “ He's struggling. He has no energy. Nothing left in him. He's so hungry. So thirsty. So tired. He's wrecked. His emotions are drained. His brain feels like mush.
“Anything Tommy? Do you mean that slave?”
“Yes Sir, I do. Anything, please.. “
“If I let you down now slave, you will drink my piss boy, you understand me? Or I'll leave you there faggot. So. Anything to say boy?” Tommy's too weak to resist or fight against this. He wants down. At this point he'd let someone cut off his left leg.
He looks at the Master. He wants to say no, but the pain in his upper back, shoulders, and arms is unbearable. His hole feels numb, his insides are spasming. He can't last. He thinks another 5 minutes like this will kill him. He sees the TV and sees himself on it, and can't even recognize the person he's sees. So..he just nods his head, and says, “Yes Sir, Master. I'll drink your piss Sir. Just please…let me down.” And those words seal his fare, destroy his sense of masculinity, and reduce him to less than a man. And he knows it.
Jonathan and the guard quickly get the boy down. He's so weak, he can't stand. They force him onto his knees. And the guard holds him up, and the Master walks up, pulls out His cock, and says, “If you spill one drop Tommy, I'll have you impaled again and leave you all night.”
He then slips his dick into the boy's mouth, starts a slow flow, and says, “Close your mouth boy, and drink up, I know you're thirsty.” Tommy does as told and starts swallowing. Tears running down his face. The Master pushes to force more out, however, He doesn't force enough to cause failure on Tommy's part.
In the slave dining area, the boys are all speechless. They all watch the Master feeding Tommy His piss, and not a single one makes any kind of comment. Not even Billy, who had loved teasing Xander about the marks on him. These boys, except the 2 new boys, all understood the difference between a correction and a punishment. The Master had used the word correction with Xander, not punishment.
The morning in the room with the boys in cages, where Michael got caned it was a punishment because the Master made it a public event in front of the newly acquired prey boys, and He also made Michael sleep on the floor, in a cage, shackled and gagged. A punishment had many different parts, especially mental factors to break the slave's mind. Corrections are performed as soon as the offense needing correction happens. Punishments are slow, methodically planned to not only inflict physical pain, but more importantly to inflict maximum anguish mentally.
Xander was corrected. Yes, he was whacked with a cane, but he wasn't hit as hard as, say, as Michael. No welts for Xander. Yet, the boy learned his lesson, he was corrected. He'll do better. Michael was punished, he still feels the welts, and his punishment kept going on because he was given to Jonathan but kept locked up to reduce his sexual gratification. Not that he didn't get any, but, if he had been freed, it would have been a million times better.
But what Tommy was going through, this was ‘PUNISHMENT’! Almost 24 hours shackled, no food or water, pissed on, hosed down and douched with freezing cold water, whipped 20 times with his own boyfriend counting, impaled for 3 hours, then being made to drink the Master's piss in this humiliating way. Not even Michael doing it in front of the twins was like this. This was pure sadism at its best. Tommy was wrecked, and when he hears that this was shown to the others, he'll break further.
Xander felt bad. He wasn't a fan of Tommy's but this…holy fuck! Joshua was struggling. Seeing Tommy drink another man's piss fed into his deep rooted submissive nature. He has jerked off watching videos of this. He wanted it in his life. But, seeing Tommy broken like this made him feel less enthralled with Tommy. Not that he didn't lose any love for the boy, if anything, he wanted to rush to him and comfort him. But…in Joshua's eye, Tommy's position as his replacement daddy was being questioned.
As for Tommy, sitting there, swallowing another man's piss, knowing he is so weak in mind and spirit, that he didn't.. couldn't..make a stand for himself, and was now drinking the piss of.. of..his Master, this moment has totally robbed Tommy of his masculinity and manhood forever. I am such a pathetic loser, and have always been one, he thinks as the last few drops fall in his mouth, and the Master, putting His penis up, simply says, “Luke is waiting for it.” Then He turns and walks away. The TVs turn black again, shutting off. Shows over. And upstairs, the boys eat in silence. The slaves were all thinking of Tommy and what they could, each in their own way, do to comfort him. Even Xander was trying to feel sympathy for him, but he was surprised to see Joshua had not shed a single tear!
