The guards unhook the slave Michael, and bring him ot of the cell. The slave is looking down, walking between the two men, and stands when he's told to stay still. One of the guards walks to an area hidden from view, and returns shortly carrying a few items and rope. The new boys watch in horror as they see the boy before them being “stringed up” as the Master commanded. One of the guards screws an eye hook into a spot on the floor. Then a stretcher bar is attached to the slaves feet, spreading them wide apart, with a clip in the middle that attaches it to the bar, then clipped securely to the eye hook. One of the guards disappears as the other starts attaching another bar to the boy's wrist. He then ties the end of a parachute cord to the bar as the other guards returns with a ladder.
He climbs the ladder and quickly attaches a second eye hook to the ceiling, and takes the cord, pulling it through the eye hook on the ceiling and stretches the slave up then brings the cord down, tying it off to the hook holding the bar at the slave’s feet. The slave is now standing there, his feet secured at the ankles, hands secured at the wrist, and pulled tightly in an outstretched fashion, feeling the pain in his shoulders. Throughout this, he keeps his eyes looking down. He knows if he struggles against the men and makes it hard for them to complete their task, his punishment will be worse. He hears his Master approaching, and his body shakes uncontrollably.
The Master removes the gag from the boy's mouth and says, “Look at me slave,” and Michael looks at his Master.
“You do know why you are being punished slave?”, the Master asks.
“Yes Master, I know why I'm being punished Sir,” he replies in a weak voice.
“Tell me why boy.”
“I.. I,” he struggles to repeat the offensive words to his Master. The Master slowly caresses the boy's chest and stomach, then pinches one of his nipples hard and pulls on it, “Tell me Michael”, the Master says again in a quiet, seductive tone.
Micheal moans, and says,”I called Jonathan an asshole Sir,” he says and starts crying as he looks at Jonathan, who is kneeling a few feet away, “I'm sorry Michael, you're not what I said. You're a good person and you were only trying to help me, and I was wrong to say that”, he says as tears run down his cheek. Jonathan knows better than to say anything unless the Master gives him permission, he just nods simply. The Master runs his hand over the hip of the slave and rubs his ass cheeks seductively, and says, “You should know boy, Jonathan asked me to be lenient in your punishment,” He says Michael moans more as his Master keeps rubbing his butt cheeks,
“However, I ultimately decide your punishment, that's my power, yes Michael?”
“Yes Sir. You're the Master,Sir!”
“And what are you Michael? Tell me what you are in a loud voice! Say it with pride, boy. What are you, boy?”, He says in a deep voice. Michael looks at his Master, and says, with a resounding voice,”I am you slave Sir!”
The Master looks at him, then turns to Jonathan, and says, "Bring me a cane Jonathan.”
The boy quickly gets up and runs off and returns with a cane, handing it to his Master and returns to yis place, kneeling. “So Michael, how many letters are in the word asshole boy?”
“Sevvvv…seven Sssir”, the boy answers in fear, his voice cracking.
“Yes, you are correct. Seven letters. Now Michael, pick a number, one through five, Michael, now!”
Michael looks at his Master, and says, “Umm…three Master. The number three Sir”
“Good choice slave. So, three times seven is twenty-one. Twenty-one hits with the cane”, He says, looking into Michael's eyes as he swings the cane through the air. Michael lowers his head, eyes down, slowly nodding, “Yes Sir, as you command. Twenty-one Master,” He replies with some steel in his voice.
The Master slowly walks behind the slave, rubbing his back and ass sofly, the boy moams and shivers. The Master looks at the boys in the cages, and the twins, all of them are frozen stiff as the watch the drama playing out in front of them. They watch as the man who claims to be the Master slowly pulls the cane back and then…
SMACK! The cane lands on the slave's flesh creating a sound that echos in the room, quickly followed by Michael screaming in agony as he says, “One, Sir!” Then another smack, followed by the boy saying, “Two Sir” after he screams. This is followed by three more hits with the cane across the boy's buttocks. Michael breaks out in a sweat, and the Master sees a few of His “guest” have pissed on themselves. He also notices a few of the boys have sprung hard-ons. He also notices one of the twins, the one being held is also hard. Good, he thinks to himself, as he lands four more hard hits upon the boy's flesh, on his thighs just below the cheeks. Michael screaming as if he's being skinned alive. The welts are rising, red and painful, the Master lands three more viscous blows, “Tell me slave, will you ever call anyone that word again you dumbass?”, He yells above the boy's crying and counting out the blows, saying, “Twelve, Sir”, as He lands two more extremely powerful hits on the slave.
Michael screams again, and sobs, as he counts the blows, “Thirteen, fourteen Sir, And no Sir, Master, I promise I'll never do it again Sir!”, he says as he's crying in pain. The slave is wondering how he'll survive seven more blows. His ass and thighs are burning, his body is shaking. His 6’2” is totally covered in sweat, he feels cold all over. He's crying, yet he knows asking for mercy is wrong, that his Master will add to his punishment if he does, so he braces for another blow. It never comes.
The Master walks to him, and gently rubs his butt over the welts, making them ache some more while soothing the slaves trembling body. The Master calls for Jonathan, gives him the cane, looks at the guards, and says, “Release the bonds and bars. Jonathan, take him to the medic for treatment of the lashes then return here at once,” he then stands in front of Michael, and says, “I hope you learned your lesson slave. And remember this, the boy you called an asshole asked for leniency in your punishment, and since he has been a good boy and very obedient, I rewarded his service, and more importantly, rewarded his kind nature and only gave you fourteen instead of twenty-one lashes. The mercy I showed you came from Jonathan boy. You best remember that and understand that you're in his debt now.”
Crying, almost crawling after being released from the bonds, Michael, aided by Jonathan, slowly gets led out from the room, and everyone hears him saying, “Thank you Jonathan. Thank you so much….”, Jonathan replies, somewhat indignantly, “You can show your gratitude later by sucking my dick bitch.” The Master smiles hearing that, as he turns to the twelve boys in the cages.
“I hope you boys now understand the reality of your new lives. You all have a choice. You can submit and accept your place and role in your life as a slave and avoid such things as you just witnessed, or you can fight against it, and be broken completely by being beaten to a pulp!” He looks at the boys, they're all shaking and crying, then he turns to the twins. And is greeted by one of them wide-eyed with a raging hard penis of about 4 and half inches, he's held by his brother, who's glaring at the Master, and slowly give him the bird with left hand.
The Master approaches the cage, looks at the twin who flipped him off, smiles, and says, “Don't worry pretty boy, give me the finger all you want right now, because soon, I am going fuck you and lay claim to your ass and turn you into a cock-hungry bitch!”
The boy mumbles something, and the Master just turns his back to him as he approaches the bigger group of boys
“Now. For you ten boys, let me tell you what's going to happen. In about a week, I'll be receiving some very wealthy guest. The gentleman are going to hunt your little weak asses down in the jungle on my island. The man that catches you will become your owner, and he'll take you wherever he lives, and train your pathetic ass and turn you into a sex slave for his pleasure, and use your ass for their enjoyment and let others use you like whores. Or for any purposes they desire. It's their right as your owner.” He looks back as he hears someone approaching, sees Jonathan.
“Jonathan, go with the security men and the twins, up to the first sublevel. Have a few slaves clean them, and put them in a nice room they can share, lock them in! Ignore any questions, just prepare them for me to visit them shortly.”
Jonathan replies, “Yes Sir”, as the large men enter the smaller cell and pull the boys apart and drag them out as they frantically scream into the gags keeping them silenced. Desperately, the more protective one fights against the man taking control. The man grabs him by the throat, squeezing it hard, and grumbles, “Easy sport. Don't make me hurt you. Be smart and cooperate, or you'll feel the cane on your backside.” The boy's eyes widen and he goes slack in the man's hands, and complies. Both boys are taken away, disappearing from the sight of the other ten boys. One is trying to scream and get to the bars. This doesn't escape the notice of the Master.
“There's something there I need to understand”, he thinks to himself as he walks to an intercom and speaks into it, “Kitchen lead!”, He says.
“Yes Master”, replies the slave in charge of the kitchen.
“Our ‘guest’ may have a light dinner if sandwiches and dried fruit, with some iced tea or water. Have it brought down, and the guards will see to there feeding.”
“Yes Sir, Master, it will be donw. And your dinner will be ready at its normal time.”
“Excellent Ryan. I'll be having two guest with my dinner. They'll be having the same as our ‘guest’ down here. So, have they're plates ready when my dinner is served.”
“Yes Master!”, the slave Ryan replies over the intercom.
The Master looks at the boys in the cage, and says, “Dinner will be served shortly, you all must be famished.” He then walks out of the room as a boy enters their view and starts to clean up from the punishment of Michael.
