When I flew back into town, Rick was at the airport waiting for me as soon as I walked out of the gate. I was a bit surprised, but then I did realize that I did not have a phone or any other form of communication, so he kind of had to come pick me up. He greeted me with a wave indicating I should follow him. I followed a few steps behind all the way to his car in the garage. It was the nice car that I had noticed in the garage the week before. Some fancy classic european sports car with the top down. We hopped in the car and he peeled out and we exited the parking garage into the sunday afternoon.
I had missed Rickb and was excited to see him. He was a little bit aloof in a way that he hadn't been before. I didn't think too much about it and I also thought that it might be another one of the fun games that he had played with me so far.
He was wearing a polo and some khaki shorts. I started rubbing his cock as soon as I got comfortable in the car. I could feel myself getting more and more into the sexual adventures because in the past I had been sort of shy with initiating this type of thing. Rick let me rub his cock but he didn't look at me and didn't react much. I had him semi hard pretty quick and pulled it out of his pants. I unbuckled myself and forced my head under his arm that was draped over the wheel and started sucking. Rick didn't push me away but also wasn't reciprocating my energy as much as he usually did. I continued as we drove.
After a few minutes I felt us come to a stop. I looked up and realized that we were parked in the parking lot of a wooded area in what seemed to be a park of some sort. I figured that we were going to engage in some kind of public fucking that was enticing to me, but I also would have preffered a chance to fully clean up for Rick. After stopping I continued to suck for a few seconds but was realizing the lack of enthusiasm from Rick.
I sat up and asked Rick if he was ok. He was looking off in the other direction with his hand over his mouth sort of thinking about something. I sat back towards the door of the car and looked at Rick. I was confused. I felt very uncomfortable with the way Rick was acting.
Before I could really say much of anything else Rick unleashed a quick and forceful backhand that smashed directly across my face. It was a real smack and it hurt like hell. My vision went blurry and I saw stars. I was not immediately sure of what was happening. Maybe he had misjudged something intended to be playful. Before I could get my bearings back Rick unleashed a flurry of hard open hand slaps and backhands across my face. He was beating me. Attacking me. Hurting me. Pretty quickly he was out of his seat and almost on top of me pinning me against the door choking me hard.
"Hopefully this is the one and only time you make me do something like this to you. But you are mine bitch, and you will identify yourself accordingly!" He kept pressing my throat as he landed another very forceful slap. I tried to say something about I knew I was his boy and I was sorry and I didn't know what he was talking about.
He eased up on my throat and held his hand up above me without striking. I looked up at him. Vision blurry and my face hurting. "I'm sorry daddy." was the only thing that I could think to say in my panic.
"I bought you that fucking collar because you are special to me. It was supposed to fucking mean something. You brought your whoring ass to another city and left it. What the fuck." Rick said and landed one last slap across my face. This one less forceful and violent.
"You've got to believe me, sir, there is so much going on I just forgot to put it back on." I cried.
"Don't take it off again unless I tell you." Rick said, completely easing up. He hocked a loogy into my face before he sat back in his seat and got back into driving position. He peeled out of the parking lot and got back on the road and drove us home.
I was sort of shellshocked as we rode. That had been a genuine ass whipping like I hadn't experienced other than maybe one fist fight that I had lost when I was younger. I could see my face swelling, covered in spit, as I sat and looked in the side mirror.
Rick started striking up conversation like nothing had happened. I pretty quickly remembered to give him the cash tip that Bill had given me as I left, as to avoid any sort of further beating. Rick explained that I could keep the tips but he would hold onto them since I didn't need money while we were together. That he preferred that we hold my savings until our time was finished.
He asked me about what I thought about Bill. I told Rick the truth: he was kind of nasty but I had forced myself to give him a great weekend and I think that I accomplished the goal. "Yeah, he already called me after you left and told me you were the best fuck he has had in years. That is excellent for business." I smiled and told him that I had been thinking about him the whole weekend and making him proud. He smiled as we pulled into his garage and he parked.
"Well, no more bull shit like that, ok? I don't enjoy having to do that. I know you can do what you need to do for me without any other problems." He was looking at me in a very serious way.
"You got it baby." I said as I sat looking at him.
"You're even hot when your face is busted up. Amazing." He said looking at me.
I smiled.
"So, I'm sorry to have to start you off in the dog house here as we start our regular thing. You gotta really earn your spot." He said to me, and I was thoroughly confused. As he was saying that he handed me my collar and nodded for me to put it on. Once it was on he said "stay put" and hopped out of the car. He walked around the car and I could hear him grabbing something. He came over to the car and he had a chain leash in his hand. He also had something in his other hand I couldn't see right away.
He clipped the leash into the collar as he stood over me outside the car. He opened up the car door and yankeed the leash to pull me out. As soon as I was out and standing he cut my clothes off with the scissors that he had in his hand. He then moved behind me and pulled the leash tight and deeply kissed me neck. He also slapped his cock against my ass.
"I know it's about to get real rough for you. Just know that I love you baby." Rick said, and I picked up on the genuine expression of affection. I got rock hard from him kissing my neck and I was hoping he would bend me over the car and pound me out. However, Rick pulled one of my arms behind my back and put it into a bit of a hammerlock to take total control. He walked me towards a door in the garage that was not the door to the house. He opened the door with the hand that was holding the leash and it revealed a stairway down into a basement area.
Rick let go off the hammerlock and gave me a hard shove. I stumbled down and hit the stairs. I was jerked back from falling down the stairs by his firm grasp on the leash but I was down awkwardly and hurting again. Rick moved quickly to walk down the stairs and essentially dragged me by the leash. I tried to recover but I mostly slid down the stairs as he pulled me and tumbled all the way into the basement area. I was sort of in shock again from the real pain that Rick was inflicting on me again. This was the toughest level of play that I had ever experienced. I was not at my limit but I was thinking about whether I was. Even though Rick was a built guy, I was quite big and strong. The jock voice inside my head, much quieter than it had been before I met Rick, was whispering that I should get up and beat Rick and leave. But I quickly remembered how much I would be throwing away.
I looked around the large basement area and recognized a number of twisted apparatuses for various levels of sexual perversion, even though my brain did not actually process what the things were.
Rick kept dragging me and the best I could do was roll over to a crawl to keep up with the pulling. I didn't dare try to stand up and walk. He led me over to what I recognized from some BDSM type porn as a torture rack type play area. It was like Dom's basement but a little bit more fancy.
Rick hooked the leash into a hook device that was attached to the ceiling to so that it was just tall enough to tug on my neck from a sitting position.
"Sit boy" Rick said with an evil chuckle as he took a few steps behind me to get whatever he was working on for me next.
Pretty soon he had wheeled something over and he lifted me from behind and placed me into what I would call a "stock" device where my head and my hands were placed tightly through some holes in the device. I could not make full sense of what he was doing but I was locked into fairly tight and he locked the stock somehow to make it immobile. The leash was still attached to the ceiling to apply a moderate amount of pressure to my neck as I sat exposed in the stock.
My knees immediately started feeling pain from being stationary on the concrete floor. I wanted to complain so bad but I knew it would probably just make things worse.
"I'm going to fast track you and let you earn your way up to my bed a lot faster than I would normally allow. But you are still going to have to earn this. But I need you next to me boy." Rick explained from behind me as I could hear him fiddling and preparing whatever he was about to do.
I could tell that he had a table or something with items that he was messing around with.
Then it began.
Rick started beating me again. I had no real idea what it was but if I had to guess it was a cut off piece of a garden hose. He started smacking me in my ass, my legs, my back, my sides. He was hitting hard and grunting as he did. I screamed in genuine pain. He paused after a few minutes. Then he picked up another item, my guess was this was something like a bull whip, and he started hitting me again, hard, grunting at his own efforts -- HURTING ME. Tears were streaming from my eyes. I tried all the different brain tricks to neutralize the pain but it just hurt. It was knocking the wind out of me. The new blows were hitting where the old blows had already been, making it hurt even more intensely. Next he pulled out something like a wooden stick - maybe a kendo stick or some similar weapon and stood next to me and chopped down on me for a few minutes. I spit up, it could have been blood or vomit but it was something foul.
I wanted to tell him to stop but I didn't know if he would stop, and I was afraid what would happen to me if he did.
I found a place that I didnt know that I had where I just accepted the pain and let my body let out whatever sounds it would naturally but I did not purposely cry out. I think he may have used something else after that but I was beyond being aware of exactly what was happening.
Finally, he started talking some of the rough and sweet stuff that Rick was so good at. He was telling me what a shame it was to have to do this to such a beautiful body but it was part of the process and I was going to be even more beautiful after it was all over.
His final acts of violence were level a few hard kicks upwards into my stomach. Those felt like they were going to break something inside of me.
But then he stopped. He let me sit for a minute. I was in extreme pain. My face was still throbbing a bit from the pimp smacking that he had levelled on me in his car, and now my body was in acute pain. My knees were screaming from being against the concrete. He finally walked around me and he had his hard dick pulled out over his shorts. He stood a few feet in front of me, teasing me with his cock. I would have still loved to have that in my mouth or ass despite my condition. But he just kind of stood there showing it to me beyond my reach. I didnt react much I just looked up at him shyly.
He eventually leaned down and stuck his tongue in my mouth aggressively as he kissed me. He laughed a little and then undid the stocks. He unhooked the leash from the ceiling and walked me into a bathroom that was down there. He had another large shower area that resembled what I sort of thought a prison shower might look like. He guided me in and shoved me into the shower space and turned it on. There were a number of shower heads and the water was freezing cold to start. As it got more hot it soon became a little too hot. I tried to find a comfortable angle with my injuries to have the shower heads soothe me a bit. When I finally found that angle, Rick changed the water flow from the various shower heads to a single hose like spout that was near his hand. He started to hose me down with the strong hot hose water and it hurt every place that it touched. He instructed me to turn around several times as he hosed me down. He eventually threw me a bar of soap and instructed me to wash myself as he sprayed me down. The hose made every injury feel much worse as he hit the various spots.
Soon he put the hose down and went and found another shower head with a long enema like attachment head. He walked over with it and took the soap from my hands and used the soap to lubricate the tip of the head before shoving it up my ass. He then switched the shower heads to have the hot water spout into the enema head. My insides felt hot and full, almost burning. He kept the head flowing for longer than it should have for obvious torture purposes. He walked slowly over to me and ripped the enema out. Of course a stream of shit water streamed out of me immediately because of the overflow of water.
"You disgusting little pig." Rick said and laughed. I was shocked and embarrassed. I decided if he tried to make me play in my shit I was going to draw the line and tell him it was too much. Instead he turned off the water and grabbed a mop, a bucket, some gloves, and other supplies. "Clean this shit up pig." He told me as he walked out of the bathroom, and I heard it lock behind, locking me in.
I got down and I cleaned up the shit. I put most of it down the toilet and flushed. I yelled through the door I was done. I was weak with hunger and pain.
Rick came maybe an hour later to unlock the door. He didn't say anything about making me wait. He just walked over and grabbed my leash.
He pulled me over to what I immediately recognized as a kennel. It was a wire dog crate for what could only be described as a super large dog or a human. There was not enough room to stand but it was large enough for me to not be literally cramped in.
Rick locked the cage with a padlock and walked around to the side. I was sitting, almost laying on my back, as that seemed to be the most comfortable spot at the moment. He looked down at me with a twisted smile. After a few seconds he pulled out his cock and kept looking at me with the same smile. "Open!" he said in an excited tone just as he started pissing toward my mouth. I complied and almost immediately the shock of having piss in my mouth was too much for my untrained system. I started gagging and wretched. "Gotta swallow it boy." Rick was saying as he kept targeting my face and my mouth despite me not being able to take it. I kept trying to let it into my mouth but it was causing an involuntary gagging from me. I could not swallow him. He kept pissing on my mouth and face and it was quite the bladder full of piss. Despite the erotic nature of the moment, I just could not handle it.
"Now this is a problem" Rick started lecturing me as he was pissing. "Swallowing at least one full bladder of mine is a prerequisite for matriculation." Rick said as he laughed and kept pissing on my dejected face.
"I think you better learn quick." Rick said after he got done pissing. "You're a smart boy, you will figure this out." Rick walked out of the room.
A few minutes later Rick returned with a huge waterbottle. A number of other water bottles. A large bowl. and a bucket. He unlocked the cage to put them all in the cage.
"We can try again later. Get some rest." Rick said as he left me in my crate in the basement.
Clearly, I was smart enough to understand that I was going to have to practice with my own piss to be able to master drinking Rick's. I started chugging.