Folsom Department of Corrections
In some old warehouses South of Market in San Francisco, an experienced Leather BDSM Top Master named Dominick (Dom for short) opened a trio of businesses in a series of old warehouses he bought years ago for next to nothing. Dom is 57, 5'11", 190lbs of built mature Man meat. Greying hair with a matching goatee, piercing blue eyes, a hairy chest that is greying in the center, a furry belly, and 7.5 inches of thick cock dangling between his legs. Dom is known as a Mater's Master. He can make the toughest "Top Men" kneel at his feet and obey his commands. He strings these former tough guys up in his dungeon and listens to them cry like babies as his whip paints a canvas on their backs. There is not a man that Dom can't handle and most of them line up desperate for him to handle them. This gave birth to the first business on his warehouse site. Dom built a formidable dungeon and jail house in the old warehouse. It housed 6 authentic prison cells and a full dungeon that would make the Marquis de Sade jealous. Other Masters who did not have Dom's level of toughness started coming to him and asking him to straighten out their slaves. Whip them into shape as it were. Dom decided there was a business in this and soon opened the "Folsom Department of Corrections" ("FDOC"). He charges other Masters a significant fee for taking their slaves on for 30 day sentences at the FDOC. As word spread around town about the FDOC and Dom, his 6 prison cells were nearly always filled with wayward slaves. Word also spread among the slaves in town and the mere mention of a stay at FDOC was often enough to correct bad behavior.
Soon Dom realized that the slaves needed work when they weren't being disciplined and trained. So, he opened two other businesses on the site. First was the Folsom Prison B&B. This was a male only, Masters only bed & breakfast that catered to the needs of visiting Leather Masters. Finally, Dom had invested so much money in building a world class dungeon space that it was a shame not to share it. So, he opened the Folsom Dungeon which was an invite only Leather Bar/Club set in the middle of his very authentic leather dungeon.
Master Jared / slave logan
Master Jared is a relatively young Master at the age of 35. Jared has always been a naturally dominant man and the type that other men gravitate toward. He is a tall (6'3"), sandy haired Nordic type. He has a square jaw, blue eyes, natural good looks, a gym chiseled smooth chest and an 8-inch uncut cock that men (and a few women) drool over. One of those drooling men is his current slave, logan. Logan met Jared at a south of market leather bar one evening. Jared was looking particularly hot in a pair of leather jeans and a harness that showed off his muscular chest. Jared had only one tattoo, a full arm band around his left bicep, woven of thorns, just in case it wasn't already clear that Jared was a Total Top, which was obvious from just looking at him.
In walks logan, a little nervous about being in a real south of market leather bar, but led there by his horny boy cock, he was cruising to find some action. Logan is a stereotypical otter boy. He stands 5'10, 150 lbs, more toned than muscled, but certainly a hot body. His chest is covered in a dusting of brown fur, and he has a bubble butt that Top Men drool over. Logan wandered in wearing nothing but a tight pair of leather shorts showing off his "ass to die for" and a chain collar around his neck. Jared caught logan's eye from across the bar and logan couldn't help but stare. Logan was too nervous to approach. Jared saw the hot boy staring at him, but he never chased after slaves or bottoms. If the boy wanted Jared, he was going to have to approach and come correct.
While buying his second beer at the bar to build up his courage, the bar tender noticed logan staring at Jared and told him what he was going to have to do to turn Jared's head. So logan gulped down his 2nd beer, bought an expensive scotch -- neat. He walked over to Jared, head bowed, and said "Sir, I bought this for You -- hope You enjoy it". Head still bowed, he handed Jared the drink. When Jared took the drink from his hand, logan dropped to his knees and began cleaning Jared's boots with his tongue.
And the rest as the say is history. Jared took logan home that night and fucked him every which way with his 8-inch man rammer. Logan would gag as he was brutally face fucked and gasp for air as his cute bubble butt was brutally pounded into submission. Jared let a howl as he buried his seed deep inside the boy's bowels. When he finally pulled out, he had the boy clean the lube and ass juices off his cock with his mouth. Then for good measure he made the boy drink his piss from the tap, with the threat that he'd regret it if he spilled even a drop. Jared was all Master but was not into heavy SM play. He preferred to dominate with his big cock and hot body. He liked boys who were naturally submissive and would kneel naked at his feet and serve him because they knew it was where they belonged, not because he "made" them. Sure, he had some belts and paddles and could punish a wayward boy. But he preferred punishing them with his cock and extracting their absolute obedience because they wanted Him.
Soon after, Jared collared logan and logan moved in. logan was often seen in bars kneeling at Jared's feet, wearing as little clothing as legally possible. The Master/slave relationship worked well for a few years. Both men had jobs and Jared encouraged logan to pursue a full college education and set up savings accounts for him. Jared also wanted logan to have a life outside of being his slave, so he was supportive of logan having friends and going out for an occasional social evening within the bounds of rules that Jared set. The big rules were, two alcoholic drinks max, no drugs, no sex, his slave collar and cock cage must be on at all times, and a midnight curfew. Jared thought logan had earned an occasional boys' night out, by being a loyal, obedient slave, and most importantly following all his household rules.
This arrangement worked well, until one evening when it all fell off a cliff. Midnight passed, and logan did not come home. No call, no text, no nothing. Jared was panicked and assumed the worst. At 3am he was about to call the police, when logan crashed through the front door and collapsed. At first Jared was concerned that the boy was hurt, but as he approached, he could smell the alcohol on the boy and realized he was horribly drunk or worse. Jared carried the boy up the stairs and stripped him down to put him to bed to sleep in off. As he stripped the boy down, he found party drugs in his jeans, his cock cage had been removed, and there was ample cum dripping out of his ass. Logan had broken every single rule Jared had laid out for him.
Jared was furious. He stormed out of the boy's room. His first thought was that he would toss logan out on his ass and let him sleep it off in the gutter. Then he called a fellow Master for his thoughts. Jared's friend said he would take the boy to the basement and whip his hide off. Jared confessed that he was not into heavy SM, he preferred to punish boys with his cock, but this boy certainly didn't deserve his cock right now. Jared's friend mention Dom and the Folsom Department of Corrections. Jared's friend connected the two of them. As luck would have it there was an open cell from an inmate who just finished his sentence. Jared told Dom what happened. Dom shook his head and said he could come over shackle the boy and take him for a 30-day sentence at the FDOC. However, Jared needed to know and agree to a few things. The boy would be punished severely for his transgressions. He would serve a full 30-day sentence and during that time, Jared nor anyone else would be able to see the boy. Jared could come see the boy on his 30th day and decide whether to take him home or kick him out for good. Jared was saddened by this, but also still furious with logan and agreed to Dom's terms.
At 10am the next morning, Dom and 2 assistants were waiting at Jared's house to take logan into custody. They waited until they heard some stirring coming from the boy's room. They want him to be awake for his capture. They executed a military style no-knock raid on logan's room. They stormed in, found a confused, naked, and highly hung-over boy laying on the bed. Logan was roughly turned onto his stomach; a ball gag was tightly strapped into his mouth before he could say anything. A set of iron body shackles (neck to wrists to ankles) was connected behind logan and a black leather hood with no eye holes was tightly cinched around logan's head, plunging the gagged and shackled boy into complete darkness.
At this point, Dom leans over to logan's ear and says, "OK boy now you are going to stand up and walk downstairs where we will see your Master, and you won't be giving me any trouble". To reinforce his point, Dom puts his electric prod device up close to logan's ear and turns it on so that logan can hear the price of disobedience. Dom's men lifted logan to his feet and carefully directed the shackled and blinded boy out of the room and down the stairs, where he stands before his Master.
At first Jared is shocked at the site of his slave boy, shackled, gagged, and tightly hooded. He starts to feel sorry for the boy, but then remembers the horrible evening logan just subjected him to and he steels his resolve. In a booming voice that logan would know is his Master, Jared says, "Boy, you have dishonored me with your thoughtless behavior. You have broken the rules of this house. I have shown you every kindness and consideration a Master could have for his slave. And yet you have repaid me with disrespect and insolence. For this you will be punished. I am turning you over to the care of Dominick who will be taking you to the Folsom Department of Corrections for a 30-day sentence of punishment, discipline, hard work, and slave training. You will follow all of his directions and conduct yourself as a model salve. At the end of the 30 days, we will decide if you ever return to this house or are banished from here forever." Jared turns his back on logan and storms out of the room. Logan can be heard crying and sniffling under his mask as Dom's men grab hold of him and perp walk him to a waiting van outside. He is roughly thrown into the back of the van and transported to the loading dock of the Folsom Department of Corrections.
Arriving at the Folsom Department of Corrections (FDOC)
The shackled slave is pulled inside the FDOC and taken to the underground prison/dungeon level where his mask is finally removed. Logan trembles as he looks around himself and sees the largest and most authentic looking dungeon he's ever seen in his life. He sees the prison cells that will be his new home; he sees wooden Saint Andrew's crosses, whipping posts, stockades, spanking benches, slings, and restraint chairs. Along one wall he sees all manner of whips, floggers, belts, paddles. Along another wall he sees chains, handcuffs, gags, masks, a huge collection of dildoes, and an impressive collection of chastity devices. Dom stands in front of the trembling boy and says, "Welcome to your new home for the next 30 days. Today we will clean you up and allow you to recover from your foolish drunken escapades. Tomorrow will be your punishment day. I'd suggest you nourish yourself and rest -- you will need it!". Logan desperately tries to say something, but the ball gag is still tightly in place and all that comes out is "MMMFFFF".
Dom sees this and says, "Save your breadth. We won't be hearing from you until after your punishment is complete". As Dom steps away he turns to his assistants and says, "clean this slave up he stinks! Then take him to his cell and give him an IV for what has to be a monster hangover".
Logan is unshackled and taken over to the slave wash. An open tile area that seems to lack any kind of shower head. Standing there a bucket of soapy water is thrown on logan and the guards tell him to rub the soap in all over. Once logan has done this he is suddenly hit with a high-pressure spray of freezing cold water from a fire hose that rinses the soap off him. Once satisfied the guard tells logan it is now time to go the barber shop. At the barber shop he is tied down to an old-time barber chair. His head of hair is fully buzzed down to a military style cut. And then every hair below is neck is expertly removed with a straight razor. Logan sheds a tear as his hairy chest is removed. That chest always turned heads in the bars and gave him his identity as an otter boy. Jared had thoughtfully allowed the boy to keep his hairy chest because he knew how much it meant to him, and because he found it kind of hot. But now, it along with all his self-worth has gone down the drain. Fully denuded, he is unstrapped from the barber chair and allowed to stand up and look at himself in the mirror. He is shocked when he sees a hairless young man who looks more like a young boy with his small hairless cock and body. The guard prods logan and moves him on taking him to his cell.
Logan is placed in his cell and finally that awful ball gag is removed from his mouth, but not before a stern warning to keep his trap shut unless he wanted a larger one installed back in. A nurse arrives and gives logan an IV, explaining the solution will both nourish logan and help him recover from his now day long hangover. Logan is left alone. He looks around his cell and sees nothing but an open toilet a small sink and a cot as he sits and continues to examine his hairless body. He lays back and cries himself to sleep, while the IV continues its nourishment.
Punishment Day
Logan is awakened by a loud horn and the lights immediately coming to full strength in his cell. The guards and nurse arrive and open the cell. The nurse expertly removes the IV and logan is allowed an opportunity to relieve himself, humiliatingly with all 3 of them watching. Then that dreaded ball gag is fitted back in logan's mouth, followed by strong leather cuffs locked onto each wrist and ankle, finally a ball parachute is locked tightly around logan's balls. Logan is then marched from his cell and brought to that fearsome looking wooden Saint Andrew's cross he had seen yesterday. The cross is made from old, splintered wood and looks like it came straight from the Middle Ages.
The guards attached logan's wrists and ankles in a full spread eagle to the cross leaving him tightly pulled in all directions and unable to move. Finally, some heavy weights are attached to the ball parachute and unceremoniously dropped, shooting pain through logan's body and putting tremendous pressure on his now aching balls. Then the guards leave and logan is left all alone with his thoughts. Time passes slowly has he takes in the dungeon all around him and feels the stress on his arms and legs and balls. He knows his punishment is coming soon and it will be unpleasant. He thinks to himself that he deserves this. He behaved so badly after Master Jared had been so good to him. How could he be so inconsiderate. He didn't mean for it to get out of hand like this. He was about to leave after he hit his 2-drink maximum per house rules, but his friends egged him into having a 3rd, which he thought could do no harm. But then the 3rd was followed by a 4th and losing sobriety he took a party drug for the first and mostly certainly last time in his life. That is the last thing he remembers until Dom and his guards burst into his bedroom, shackled him, and dragged him to this dungeon, er... prison. As logan hangs there and waits he notices something strange. His now hairless cock has risen to full mast. He can't believe he has a raging hardon. While he must admit under different circumstances, he would find this dungeon and even being tied to the cross erotic, given his current predicament he doesn't understand why his dick has responded this way. But there is not much he can do about it right now. Little does logan know that in addition to saline and nutrients his IV was delivering him a strong dose of Viagra all night, which is now doing its intended job of making the slave rock hard for his punishment.
Dom walks up behind logan emphasizing his boot steps so that logan knows he is there. Dom is quite a specimen. Tight blue jeans, work boots, a bare hairy chest, an incredibly manly scent as he walks up and stands right behind logan, so close that logan feels the heat of his body and the tingle of his chest hair on his back. The feel is so erotic, that despite the fear in his gut, logan's hard cock jumps again and a tiny pearl of precum, drips from his head. Dom smiles at the boy's reaction but ignores it and leans in closer whispering into logan's ears, "Now boy your punishment begins. I suspect this will be the worst punishment you have ever received in your life. You will not suffer any permanent injury, but you will suffer. You will never forget this punishment and hopefully the thought that it could ever happen again will deter you from any future bad behavior."
At that Dom steps back from the cross goes over to the far wall and selects a long heavy duty single tail whip from the wall. He steps back from the cross an appropriate distance and swings the whip through the air a few times, causing the "CRACK" to echo through the room. Even though he has not yet touched logan's smooth hairless body, the boy shudders in his bonds and yet his raging hard cock, leaks another drip of precum.
Dom looks up and says,
"Boy, you disobeyed your Master and showed complete and utter disregard for all the care he provided to you"
"CRACK" Dom swings the whip and strikes a hard blow right between the boy's shoulder blades. The boy told himself he would be strong and stay silent, but the unexpected ferocity and pain from this stroke causes a muffled scream from his tightly gagged mouth. And yet his hard cock bobs and loses another drip of precum. And now an angry red welt is growing across logan's back where the expertly thrown stroke landed.
"Boy you disobeyed house rules and had more than the generous allotment of two alcoholic drinks."
"CRACK" this one lands from the other direction now painting an X of welts onto logans back.
"Boy you took party drugs in flagrant violation of your Master's rules"
"CRACK"
"Boy you missed curfew and failed to have the common decency to notify your Master you would be late."
"CRACK"
Dom continued to read off the litany of logan's sins and each one was accompanied by a hard "CRACK" of the whip. At 25 strokes, Dom dropped the whip and stepped back to admire the angry red pattern he had made on the boys back. The boy was not bleeding (Dom knew how to handle his whip to prevent that) but his back was laced with angry red welts which were causing severe pain and would take several weeks to heal.
Logan exhaled a sigh of relief, thinking his punishment was over. Dom sensing this shouted at the boy, "Round 1 complete, Round 2 about to begin". Logan began to squirm and pull at his bonds and try to speak, but alas he was expertly secured and was not going to go anywhere or say anything. And yet, his cock was still hard with a pool of precum on the floor beneath him.
Dom replaced the whip on the wall and then grabbed a thick 3-foot ratan cane from the wall. He walked back over to logan and swooshed the cane right next to logan's ear so he could hear it cut through the air. Dom stepped back and said, "Boy, for the next part of your punishment I am going to cane your ass. If you've never been caned before it is one of the most severe forms of ass discipline, I suspect you will not be sitting for several weeks." Dom mused to himself that the boy had such a beautiful ass it was a shame to cane it, but it would heal, and this boy needed to learn a lesson.
Dom looks up and says,
"Boy you gave your ass up to a total stranger and came home with your hole dripping with his cum, displaying unbelievable disrespect for your Master."
"SWOOSH" Dom brought the cane over his head and sliced it through the air and landed it dead center across the boy's buttocks. The boy shook, whaled, and let out a sob. But his leaking hard cock continued to betray him. A red line soon appeared across his ass where the stroke of the cane landed.
"Boy this ass of yours is beautiful before I cover it in cane marks. But this ass too easily got you in trouble and so hopefully this will help you remember to control yourself."
"SWOOSH" as another hard cane stroke lands. And the boy cries out, muffled by the gag.
"Boy that is only two of the 20 strokes you are going to take, so hold those tears while I finish teaching your ass a much-needed lesson"
"SWOOSH", "SWOOSH", "SWOOSH", "SWOOSH", "SWOOSH", "SWOOSH", "SWOOSH", "SWOOSH", "SWOOSH", "SWOOSH", "SWOOSH", "SWOOSH", "SWOOSH", "SWOOSH", "SWOOSH", "SWOOSH", "SWOOSH", "SWOOSH"
Dom applied the remaining 18 strokes in rapid succession, layering a pattern across his ass and making sure he hit the sensitive cleft just below the boys bubbled ass. The strokes had blended together and turned logan's ass into a swollen, red and blue mess. But expertly Dom had never broken the skin. The boy slumped in his bonds and cried uncontrollably.
Dom gave the boy a few moments to compose himself before announcing the 3rd and final section of the punishment. For this section Dom had the guards turn the boy around so that he was facing out from the cross and apply a set of eye socket blindfolds so that the boy couldn't see what was coming next. Amazingly the boy's cock was still rock hard and jutting out directly in front of him, dripping precum, despite the back and ass thrashing he just took and despite the heavy weights that continue to hang from his balls. This was the exact outcome that Dom needed.
Dom returned the cane and grabbed a crop from the wall. Logan wondered what the 3rd punishment could possibly entail and how it could be worse than the two he already suffered.
Dom looked at the boy hanging in front of him and said,
"Like many men you allowed your cock to do your thinking for you. Your Master had thoughtfully caged that cock to help you control those urges, but you removed the cage, disobeying yet again."
The blindfolded logan had still not figured out what was coming next as Dom raised the crop over his head.
"WHACK", The crop landed full force in the center of the boy's hard cock. The boy shrieked at the unexpected attack on his hard member. And though the boy's cock bounced up and down from the stroke of the crop, it remained hard.
"Boy you need to learn that an uncaged cock is a privilege that can only be granted by your Master"
"WHACK", This time the boy knew what was coming, but he had no ability to move his cock away from the blow. This blow landed harshly on the boy's cock head leaving a red mark.
"WHACK", This unannounced stroke came up from below and hit his cock hard where the shaft connects to the head and caused the boys cock to bounce hard up to his belly, but then the motion caused the ball weights to swing as the boy's cock and balls were on fire with pain.
Dom stepped back and said, "Boy there is no set number of punishment strokes for your cock. This cock whipping will continue until your cock is no longer hard."
"WHACK", "WHACK", "WHACK", "WHACK", "WHACK", "WHACK", "WHACK", "WHACK", "WHACK", "WHACK", "WHACK", "WHACK"
The boy tried with all his might to will his hard cock to go down. Completely unaware that the odds had been stacked against him with a Viagra laden IV. The boy's cock was showing welts and bruising from the hard strokes. Each stroke shook his balls and the attached weights in addition to his cock. It sent a unique "on fire" sensation from his genitals all the way up to his brain. Dom laid each stroke on with full force, not holding back just because the target was the boy's cock. Finally at stroke number 14 the boy's cock had had all it could take, and he went soft. Dom dropped the crop, so the boy could hear it hit the floor. The boy breathed a sigh of relief that his punishment was complete, but he was also a sobbing, sniffling, drooling mess. His body shook uncontrollably, and he was uncertain what hurt the most, his back, his ass, or his cock.
Dom stepped in front of the thoroughly punished boy, removed his blindfold and ball weights, and stared him deep in the eyes. "Boy, I hope this is an experience you never forget and one I never have to repeat. You will now be taken back to your cell. The nurse will apply salve and ointment to your body, you will be given food and water and the remainder of the day to rest. Tomorrow your work assignments begin."
With that Dom walked away and logan was returned to his cell with his back, ass, and cock aching and covered in welts. He knew he was going to be punished hard today and thought he deserved it, but this experience went so far beyond what he thought was possible.
Servant
The next morning the boy was sleeping in his cell when the horn sounded, and the lights came up and Dom was standing staring at the boy. The boy was confused and not sure what to do. For the first time he was ungagged in Dom's presence but was too afraid to speak. Dom broke the silence and said, "Boy, come kneel in front of me, head bowed hands behind your back. You should adopt this posture whenever in my presence or that of another Master if you have not been given any other instructions." And so, the boy approached the cell bars where Dom was on the other side and knelt his naked body down, bowed his head, and put his hands behind his back and waited.
Dom said, "Good boy. OK boy, ever since you have been here you wanted to speak, so speak now and say what's on your mind."
The boy looked confused, raised his head, looked up at Dom, thought for a few moments and finally said, "Sir, I am so sorry for what happened, it was a terrible mistake for which i know i deserve this punishment. I didn't mean for it to happen, my friends just gave me a few extra drinks, and on thing led to another."
At this point Dom held up his hand and signaled for the boy to stop. Dom said, "Boy you started out well taking responsibility for your mistake and accepting the consequences, you should tell your Master that when he returns. But then you started to blame others, your friends did it to you. Boy -- no one held you down and stuffed alcohol and drugs down your throat, you did that to yourself." Then in a booming voice Dom pronounced, "Boy -- own your shit and be accountable for it, or I will have to repeat yesterday's lesson."
At that panic and dread filled logan's head, he knew Dom was right, but he was unsure what to say, so he bowed his head and said, "Yes Sir -- you are correct, i and i alone am responsible for my mistakes."
Dom said, "Very good boy, we shall now move into the next phase of your sentence here. A slave needs 3 important skills. Obedience, Service, and Providing Pleasure. For Obedience, I hope yesterday's punishment has taught you how important it is to be obedient to your Master's orders and the consequences of failure. Service is about the hard work of daily slave life. Cooking, cleaning, errands, laundry. A man with a slave should always have these common needs covered. I operate a B&B in this complex for visiting Masters. For the next 2 weeks, you will work 16 hours a day in full service of the B&B. You will clean toilets, change bed sheets, scrub floors, prepare meals, clean up after meals, serve in anyway required. If I hear about you slacking in your duties and not working hard at all times, you will find yourself back at the Saint Andrew's cross. Understand boy?".
Logan bowed his head and said, "Yes Sir -- i will serve and work hard, you will have no problems with me."
And so it was, logan was a model service slave. He cleaned and scrubbed, cooked and waited, made sure the visiting Masters had every need attended to. Dom was very pleased with logan's attitude and service level. After 2 weeks had passed, Dom returned with a morning visit to logan's cell, announced by the horn and lights.
Logan looked up and immediately knew what to do and approached the bars, knelt naked at Dom's feet, bowed his head and put his hands behind his back.
Dom smiled and said, "Boy I see you have been learning well. I have excellent reports on the service work you have done here. I also see the thrashing from your punishment has healed nicely. Your back, ass, and cock look fully healed. Hopefully even after the marks are no longer visible you will remember the lesson of your punishment for years to come. Now you move to the 3rd and final phase of your sentence here -- Providing Pleasure. In addition to the FDOC and B&B, I operate a members-only leather bar in the dungeon space. Master's only are invited to spend an evening relaxing and enjoying camaraderie. Without their slaves in tow, the Masters need someone to provide them pleasure, that is where you and the 5 other slaves housed at the FDOC come into play. There are 6 slave stations, and you will rotate your way through all of them.
Station 1 -- Oral pleasure. The oral slave will have his mouth held open with a spider gag for the evening and his mouth, tongue, and throat will be there to please the Masters' cocks whenever they see fit.
Station 2 -- Anal pleasure. The anal slave will be slid on his back into an opening in the dungeon wall, such that only his ass and legs protrude from the wall. The legs will be stretched wide and secured to bolts in the wall above. Leaving the slaves ass and hole available to any Master who wants to fuck and deposit a load.
Station 3 -- Rimming pleasure. The rim slave will be secured underneath the open ass Masters' throne chair. His face will protrude through the opening. When a Master decides to sit on the chair, he will be smothering the slave and forcing its nose and mouth deep into the Master's crack. The slave will sniff, lick, rim, and service the Master's ass with all its energy.
Station 4 -- Foot pleasure. There is a traditional boot shine station in one corner of the dungeon. This slave will be chained to that station. When a Master sits in the boot shine chair the slave will care for his feet any way he desires. Massaging and licking his bare feet, sucking on his toes. Giving his boot a thorough clean and spit shine with the slave's tongue. Or using the provided boot shine equipment to give a real boot shine.
Station 5 -- Urinal pleasure. There are no plumbed urinals in the dungeon because slaves always serve this function. This is the most physically demanding and challenging station in the dungeon. In one corner there is a large dildo mounted to the floor. The urinal slave will sit on the dildo. Then the slave's wrists and ankles will be secured in Fetters Double Rigid Irons. Finally, a urinal funnel gag will be locked into the slave's mouth and around his head. This will position the urinal funnel at the perfect height for most Masters to walk up and effortlessly use the slave as their human urinal. The slave will swallow piss all night and never spill a drop.
Station 6 -- Waiting pleasure. This slave will be the waiter for the evening. He serves all the drinks and snacks that the Masters desire. But less you think this sounds easy, this slave is responsible for providing any other service the Masters desire that is not listed here. If a Master feels like paddling ass, this slave bends over, grabs his ankles and offers his ass. If a Master wants his pits cleaned out, this slave buries his face in the Master's pits and licks them eagerly. If a Master wants to crush a set of slave balls in his hands while drinking a beer, the waiter gladly offers his balls and takes it like a slave.
To make sure the slaves perform at each station, each Master has an app and rates the slaves at each station 1-5 stars, just like an uber driver. Slaves are expected to earn 5 stars. Any slave earning 4 stars at a station will be given remedial training on that pleasure so they can get their service level up to 5 stars. Any slave earning 3 or less stars will spend an afternoon being punished at the cross.
Boy, you will start tonight at the Urinal station, and you will work your way through all the stations multiple times in your remaining 2 weeks here."
Logan feared what the night would bring, he had swallowed Master Jared piss before and had to admit it wasn't his favorite slave duty, but he had done it when requested.
That evening Logan was mounted on the dildo in the corner of the dungeon, arms and legs secured in rigid irons and a funnel gag tightly tied around his head. The urinal was now open.
Logan heard the Masters filter into the main room and the noise and laughter started to fill the room and the beers were being served by the waiter slave. Finally, he heard his first "customer" approach. It was a burly older man with a bare hairy chest and a beer belly extending over his jeans. The man didn't speak to logan, rather he stepped in front of the urinal station, opened his belt, pulled out a medium sized dick, and aimed it at the funnel and starting pissing with a strong full steam. It took a second for the piss to start streaming into logan's mouth, but when it did the taste was quite stale and logan started swallowing slowly. However, he soon realized that the funnel was filling and up and if he didn't start swallowing faster it would overflow on the floor, which almost certainly meant a low rating and a whipping at the cross. So logan went into a swallowing frenzy, he tried to block out any other thoughts and just gulped and gulped piss from his gag. Despite the piss being rancid (unknown to logan the man had 3 cups of coffee and a pack of cigarettes before arriving), logan was able to slowly bring down the level of piss in the funnel. By the time the hairy man's stream started to slow to a trickle logan had successfully swallowed his first full load of piss without spilling any. The man shook the last few drips of piss off his dick, seeming to intentionally hit logan in the face with them instead of the funnel. Then he put his dick away, zipped up and left without ever speaking or acknowledging logan.
5 minutes later another Master stepped up. This one much younger, logan figured about 40, broad muscled smooth chest, accented by a leather harness, below the waist he wore a pair of chaps with a spiked cod piece covering his cock. When this leather God stepped in front of logan he looked down at the boy and said, "OK piss pig, I've got a giant load of beer piss for you". He then spit on logan, unsnapped the cod piece and let his meaty 7" cock flop out. He grabbed his cock, jerked it a few times in logan's direction and starting pissing. Having this leather God use him as his human urinal made logan instantly hard, despite his fear of this predicament. He learned from his last customer experience, so the minute the piss hit his tongue he started swallowing hard. He gulped and sucked for all he was worth. This man's beer piss wasn't rank like the previous man, it actually had a light almost refreshing taste. Under different circumstances, logan might actually order this drink. The volume from the leather god however was enormous. The man pissed and pissed and pissed with no end in site. When he finally finished and put his cock away. The man looked down smiled at logan, smacked him on the side of the face and said "Good job pig" as he walked away.
And so it went, logan took piss load after piss load from man after man all night long. He had definitely lost count, but he believed he had swallowed somewhere around 30 loads of piss from the 10 men who attended this event. He was proud that he managed to get through the whole evening without spilling any and just prayed that no one gave him a 3-star rating.
Logan spent the next two week rotating through all of these stations and had excelled at his duties. He managed to get only a few 4-star ratings and no 3-star ratings. Dom patiently instructed logan in areas to improve when he got a 4-star rating. By his final week he was getting 5 stars every night at every station.
And then finally his 30 day sentence was complete. The morning his release was scheduled, the horn sounded, the lights came up and Dom was standing at his cell. Logan knew to immediately drop to his knees, bow his head, and fold his hands behind his back. Dom said, "Boy you have successfully completely your sentence, accepted responsibility and punishment for your misdeeds, and been trained to be a competent service and pleasure slave. I think your Master will be pleased. You have one last ordeal here before you leave. For this the guards are going to take you back to the cross."
Dread and panic filled logan. "The cross", but why. He had done everything he'd been asked. He'd gotten 5-star ratings. He almost opened his mouth to protest, but then thought better of it and bowed his head and said, "yes Sir".
The guards led a naked and trembling logan to the cross. Like before his wrists and ankles were tightly secured to the cross and heavy weights were secured to his balls. He waited in dread as he hung helplessly on the cross. The back whipping, ass caning, and cock whipping had hurt tremendously. His body was in a cold sweat that he was about to experience this all over again. The boy's thoughts were broken when he heard heavy footsteps coming up behind him. He thought it was Dom coming to whip him, but he heard a booming voice call "Boy". He knew immediately that voice belonged to his Master, Master Jared.
Jared approached his naked and trembling boy hanging on that cross, wearing only a pair of boots and his leather harness. He approached the boy, stood right behind him, so the boy could feel his hardening dick on his ass. He leaned into the boy's ear and said. "logan, I hear you have done well here at the FDOC. Dom says you have been a model prisoner and have served your sentence well, repenting for your bad behavior. The last time i left you, you had the cum of another man, dripping out of your hole." Then in a booming voice Jared shouted, "MY HOLE -- and now I intend to reclaim my hole". Jared took a small step back spit on his now fully hard 8-inch cock and without any warning, rammed it balls deep into the boy's ass. Jared ungagged on the cross this time, let out a yelp as the pain and large cock filled his ass. Jared had always been an aggressive top, but he had never drilled his boy's hole like that before. This wasn't making love, it wasn't even fucking, it was full on Punishment Fuck, and it was meant to remind logan that his hole was fully owned by Jared.
Jarred said, "This hole is only for my cock"
Then he pulled out leaving the head of his throbbing hard cock right at logan's pucker, and immediately RAMMED it back into the slave's guts with all his might.
"This hole is only for my cock"
Then Jared started to piston fuck the boy's hole with everything he had. He knew he was hurting the boy. The severity of his plunges into the boy's ass was also causing the heavy weights hanging from logan's balls to swing wildly increasing the pain for the nearly breathless boy. He had only used a small amount of spit and no lube for this animalistic fuck and yet Jared's cock felt so good he was having a hard time not coming from the long hard strokes. He battered the boy's ass with stroke after stroke. Finally, when he knew he was about to cum, he pulled completely out, drilled his man rammer into the boy with the most violent stroke yet and held it in balls deep. He roared into the boy's ear one final time, "MY HOLE", while his cock spasmed and spurtted load after load of his seed deep into the boy's bowels.
Jared stepped back from the cross. He had the guards release logan from the cross and turn the boy around to face him. Jared stared at the thoroughly fucked and panting boy and said, "Boy, stare me in the eyes and jack yourself off." Logan did not need to think twice, he had not been allowed to touch himself or cum during his 30-day sentence. He reached down, grabbed his hard boy cock and rapidly jerked it while staring at his powerful naked Master Jared. They boys cock was instantly rock hard and it did not take long for the boy to shoot rope after rope of his boy cum on the floor in front of him. Jared looked at the boy and said, "now clean up your messes". The boy dropped to his knees and licked the cum which formed a line on the floor between he and his Master. When he reached his Master, Jared's cock was still semi-hard and covered with ass slime from the hard fuck. He said, "boy, clean my cock too". Logan didn't hesitate to take his master's cock in his mouth and slowly clean off all the fuck slime from his Master's beautiful cock.
When he was done Jared ordered the boy to stand at parade rest and said,
"Boy, you have completed your sentence, accepted your punishment, apologized for your mis-deeds, and I have now reclaimed that hole as my hole. You can now return home with me if you choose, but under one condition. I just allowed you to get rock hard and shoot a giant load from your boy cock. If you come with me, you will never be able to do that again." With that Dom handed Jared a cold steel BA-06 permanent chastity cage from his collection. "Boy, if you choose to come home with me and continue to be my slave, you must affix this permanent chastity cage to your boy cock. You will never again get a full erection, you will never again pleasure yourself, you will never again spurt a huge load like you just did. You will learn to have anal orgasms from your Master's cock or from toys when allowed. Your cum loads will dribble out the front of this cage from your captured cock, like a slaves, not launched from a fully erect cock like a Man. This plastic bag contains 3 gear locks that slip into the joints on this special cage. Once inserted the cage becomes a single piece that can't be removed without cutting it off and potentially cutting your cock and balls at the same time. So, think carefully if this is life of slavery and service you choose. From now on you will only derive pleasure from my cock and from knowing that you have pleased me, not from your own cock."
Jared set the cage and permanent locking gears at logan's feet. He said, "Boy, Dom and I are going to the bar for a drink. If you choose this life, permanently lock this cage over your cock and crawl over to your Master. If not, on the table behind you is a new clean set of clothes and an envelope with more than enough money to help you leave and start a new life. You can get dressed, take the money, and walk out and we will never see each other again. The choice is yours."
Jared and Dom walked away to the bar.
Logan picked up the ominous cold steel cock cage and turned it in his hand. His first thought was how small it looked. He didn't have a giant cock, but still it seemed too small. And permanent that was scary. Logan desperately wanted to go home with Master Jared and resume their life together, but at what price?
He decided he would try the cage on and then make his final decision about whether to insert the permanent locking gears or take it off, get dressed and leave. Logan picked up the round base cock ring part of the cage and slipped his cock and balls through it. The cold steel and the terrifying thought of this cage being permanent kept his cock soft and even though the ring was a tight fit, he pulled it on with out problems. He then attached the scrotum bar and ball separated. This left just a tiny gap between the cage base and the scrotum bar. You would never be able to slip your balls through that gap to escape. He then put the cock cage part on that squeezed his boy dick into the small steel barred cage. The very last piece was the catheter which he slipped through the front of the cage into his pee slot. If he permanently attached this device, for the rest of his life his pee and dripples of cum would escape through this steel tube in his penis. He stepped back and looked at his cock, now fully locked in this devious chastity device. All that remained was to slip the permanent locking gears into the 3 connection points. Logan had to admit, that it was something of a work of art. Every fiber of his being wanted to be with his Master. So, before he could talk himself out of it, he quickly inserted the 3 locking gears permanently into place. When he realized the cage was permanent and he could not undo what he had just done his body broke out into a full cold sweat. He reached down and grabbed at the device and challenged its grip on his cock and balls. But he could see that the device had been custom sized perfectly for him and its grip on his cock and balls was unrelenting. He would never have another erection, he would never jack himself again, and he would never spurt loads of cum across a room, like he had done just a few minutes ago. He was soon able to overcome these thoughts and was filled with the warm thoughts of being his Master's slave.
Logan dropped to his knees crawled to the next room where Master Jared and Dom stood drinking beers. He crawled to his Master's feet and began licking his boots. Jared looked down at the boy, smiled and said, "Boy stand up and let me see you". Logan stood at parade rest, legs spread, arms behind his back, head bowed, cock tightly caged. Jared smiled and inspected the boy's permanent cage. He grabbed hold of it and tested the fit for himself. He also realized it was the perfect size and the boy had indeed voluntarily locked his cock away for the rest of his life as a tribute to his Master. The boy's sacrifice filled Jared with joy and made his own cock rock hard. He grabbed hold of the boy, kissed him deeply and roughly for a long time. Jared released the boy, and whisper into his ear, "Slave logan, let's go home".