Master Oliver opened the door to his dungeon, his game room, and guided his freshly initiated sub, Lucian in. The boy had been here numerous times before but now it looked different, scary. The equipment which used to be stacked against the wall was now distributed around the once open space. Devises of torment and torture sat waiting for Master and sub to finally put them to use.
Oliver's punishment had always been light weight. Though at the beginning Lucien took them very seriously, they didn't amount to more than not calling Lucien to come to him. Sometimes this would last for a week. The silence drove Lucien crazy, plunging him into a despair never felt until Oliver came into his life. There were days of crying into his pillow. Missed school. Locking himself in his room, ignoring his foster family's entreaties to join them
He was told calling Oliver was forbidden under any circumstances. Late at night, laying alone naked in bed he would dial Oliver's cell number just to hear his voicemail message while he masturbated. Just to hear his voice. Swearing every day to be better, to do anything to please Oliver.
" I won't bore you with the names of these game pieces. Suffice it to say that I get a certain thrill seeing and hearing the struggle of a boy being punished or being tormented just for my amusement before or during sex.
Lucien was speechless, the "game pieces" were nothing more than torture devices. The exact things, until this moment, that he had desired so keenly. The minor pain inflicted during their previous sex scenes was going to be forgotten. This was the start of a new era in his now adult life. His excitement and his fear blended into a dread Lucian didn't quite understand. It was thrilling and dangerous.
"Take a look at this piece, Lucian, some call it a pillory, which it is not. I refer to call it a cageless cage.
Scrutinizing the tame looking device, Lucian could not figure how it could deliver torment, or even the slightest pain. Discomfort he supposed but nothing remarkable.
"Lucian, I'd like you to lay chest down on the small padded platform"
Lucian quickly complied to his Masters odd request. Oliver placed the boy's arms at his sides then pulling the wrists backwards he lashed them together with Lucian's ankles. He then added a connection piece between the two ropes to increase tension. A rubber harness was attached to Lucian's forehead and chin, which when connected to the rope tying the ankles, pulled Lucian's head up so his attention was face forward at a stressful angle. Oliver then placed a metal brace under the now hogtied boy's chin, thus to insure the discomfort of the odd angle his head was being forced to keep. Picking up an odd looking shiny rod, Lucien saw it had three balls in a hooked end.
" I'm putting something in your cute little hole, the first is the smallest, the last almost twice in size."
One by painful one, Oliver pushed the lubed bulbs into the asshole he so wantonly wrecked yesterday. After the last one, which had evinced a long drawn out yell from the boy, the straight end of the bar was clipped to the boy's collar. Upon tightening this he saw the hook raise Lucien's ass a bit more. Adding more stress. And pain.
Examining his efforts, Oliver crossed his arms proudly. Noticing the boys ballsack, Oliver massaged then rapped repeatedly until Lucien was struggling and screaming.
Returning to the work bench, Oliver chose a medium sized humbler which he attached to Lucien's scrotum. Grinning, Oliver attached a chain to the humbler and tugging it was just able to connect it to the device's
back leg.
"An innocent looking carpeted platform just barely the size of your torso. Balance will become an issue but you're strong, dear boy. I'm sure you will keep the position. This is the first portion of your punishment. "
The Master then wheeled in a stand holding a rather old style television. Inserting a video tape, a picture appeared. The video showed the Master with another boy, an older boy who was screaming while Master Oliver fucked him and tormented his butt cheeks with a velvet wand.
"I hope you learn something from the show I've provided you. Connor and I played here quite often. I regretted letting him go. Well, let's see how you hold that position for a couple hours while I run a few errands."
Oliver left, leaving Lucian barely balancing on the small platform. His arm and leg muscles had already started to ache. If he lost balance his balls would be wickedly stretched.
His attention was brought back to the video as Master Oliver fucked this boy, Connor, with a dildo attached to a drill. He turned on the drill and pushed it into the boys asshole, spinning and causing Connor obvious discomfort. However when the Master began thrusting the dildo in and out of the boy, his moans and groaning complaints were taking on a more desperate tone. "Connor, you please me so much when you squirm and yell. It gives me such a feeling of accomplishment. Your limits are truly being tested today."
The scene Lucian was watching lasted for what seemed like at least an hour, the Master changing out and used several different dildos. Each bigger and more capable of greater discomfort.
Lucien's muscles were starting to cramp. The pain would soon become unbearable. He was determined to succeed here. To make his Master proud. To show how he can take the punishment dealt to him.
Balance was beginning to be his real problem, commanding his full attention. He felt the warm liquid flow down into his mouth as he bit into his lip forcing himself to concentrate. Muscles aching, he made himself to continue. Watching Connor get his punishment was a welcome distraction. Or was it punishment? What if this was just a scene he was watching.
The two hours felt like forever. His muscles felt atrophied, he wasn't sure if he could move his limbs even enough to straighten them.
"Lucian, I'm so proud of you. A little over two hours and still exactly as I left you. "
Oliver untied the bonds holding the boy. He knew what Lucian had gone through, it would take a while for him to recover. Lifting Lucian to his feet, Oliver swept the boy into his arms and carried him to the second floor bedroom. Lucian had wept copiously, his face stained with the tracks. As Oliver carried him, his limbs straitening, the pain was new and biting.
"My dear boy, you won't be able to walk for a while. So we'll take it very slow. You should rest, your muscles need to resume normal function. Lucian, you are the first boy to complete this punishment without faltering and falling off the platform. The first one. You make me proud to be your Master. There is a reward due you, sweetie, but we'll talk about that later. Rest and recover my sweet boy."
Lucian hadn't been able to speak a word since Oliver released him from the hogtie. A faint smile graced his face, his lips all chapped and bleeding from biting on them to distract from the muscle pain. But he so wanted to kiss his Master. He wanted to hear again that he had made Master Oliver proud. He needed to know that he really had given his Master what he wanted. But, not now. Feeling his eyes close, he was soon drifting off to a tortured sleep which included the excruciating pain still stiffening his legs and arms.
Oliver caressed the tortured limbs and lightly massaged the hardened muscles. He knew the boy's abdomen would also need time to fully recover. He'll remain in bed until the morning and longer if need be. The meals will be small and eaten slowly, lots of liquids. This young man has outdone all the previous subjects. Even Connor. Connor had screamed to be untied. He was much more muscular, he started cramping and couldn't go on. His recovery had been as brutal as the punishment. His Master wasn't satisfied with his failure, the resumption of punishment reflected that feeling. Lucian had watched the continuation of Connor's punishment on the video he was instructed to watch.
In the dungeon Connor had been spread eagled over a platform, hands tightly tied to poles lower then the platform. His ankles spread wide behind him keeping his bottom at an accessible place. A leather strap was wrapped around him and the platform. Connor could not move.
"Your failure last week caused me to rethink how best to impress on you how important it is to do as I say. To perform any task you are given regardless of how strenuous it may be. For that indiscretion you will receive both a hole beating and a ball beating."
Connor could move his head side to side, catching a glimpse of his master "I'll do whatever you say Master. I will make you proud of me once more. I will, Master. I promise. "
Oliver regarded his slave for an instant with a knowing expression.
"Yes...I know you will Connor. I know you will"
With that sentiment Oliver walked Connor's length dragging a riding crop along the tanned flawless skin. Connor's balls had been clamped into the ball pillory and stretched to expose them prominently to the Master.
"I've always loved the squirming and whimpering you do. Music to my ears really, I know I have accomplished at least one part of my duty to you. I am reluctant to spoil that perfect hole you have. But I must do what I must do."
The riding crop came down on the spread eagled bottom but not on the pink hole, puckered so enticingly. Connor jolted and grunted at the strike. The next strike was significantly harder, this got a more verbal response from the prone boy. Oliver began his punishment in earnest. Every tenth swat to the asshole was followed by a rap on the balls. Connor looked apoplectic he was suffering so much. This incredibly harsh treatment didn't inhibit Connor's dick from its rise.
"No erection, Connor, no cumming. In fact I'm not sure if you'll be allowed to cum all this week."
Concentrating on whipping the balls protruding from the clamp, Oliver would pause and whip the growing hardon between the boys legs. Connor's piercing screams would rise an octave. Sweat poured from his forehead, his hair was matting to his scalp drenched in his sweat. Tears have never stopped from the first swat of the riding crop.
An hour of this torture left Connor limp against the platform, hanging by his rope bonds. Oliver left the dungeon. He had an appointment with the dentist today, and he was never seen on time.
Oliver saw Connor is in about the same position as when he left. The boys eyes were closed. His ballsack hung loosely having been pummeled off and on for an hour.
"Oh Connor you are so beautiful. Your skin so smooth and tan. Today you were a good boy. "
Opening a bottle of lube, Oliver pours it over the well beaten hole. The shocking red hole was not bleeding. Oliver would never let that happen. With his finger Oliver massaged the lube into the painful looking hole. At this intrusion Connor jolted awake.
"Master? Did I make you proud Master? I was trying so hard to to make you proud of me again."
"Connor, we're not finished yet."
The Master was holding a dildo of medium size and girth. He began slowly to tease the flaming red asshole. Connor yelped at the painful sudden contact. Knowing what was coming the boy clenched his hole as tight as was possible.
"Connor, I want you to relax. This is almost the end dear boy. So far you have done very well. You've endured great discomfort for me and I enjoyed every minute. Your groans and screams tell me you liked it too. I'm going to fuck you with this dildo and play with your dick, after that I'm going to fuck you myself with one of my strapons "
Lucian watched as Oliver repeatedly abused Connor's damaged hole. When he put on the strap-on Lucian saw it was massive, black and the first three or four inches whipped back and forth, twisted and shook, operated by the control Oliver held. When the Master shut it off, he painfully stretched Connor's anus to the horrible screams. Once inside, Oliver turned the brutal weapon on. The last sound on the video was Connor's ear splitting scream.
