I am persuaded to place a warning here. This story is a fantasy. Please do not try something like this. It is obviously not safe to place yourself in the hands of a man you do not know under such vulnerable conditions.
If you are not yet 18 years of age or not yet 21 years of age,depending on the country, you are too young to read this and should depart from here until you reach the legal age
If you are offended by imagination of sex between men or master slave type sex then you should not read this. In fact you should not even be here.
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Jackson was nude and handcuffed but he moved as fast as he could. The gravel hurt his feet and he couldn't swing his arms but he ran like he had never done before because he knew it was his only chance to escape. He could see the roadway thru the trees and knew it was the same path he had first used to enter the park. He saw people and cars out on the street and he knew that if he could just get there someone would see him and he would be rescued.
A feeling of exhilaration came over him as he got closer and closer and he knew that he was going to make it. He was going to be saved from the worst mistake he had ever made and he was going to have his freedom back. He had escaped Dieter and he was free!
Then someone grabbed the cuffs and wrenched him painfully him to a stop. A fist grabbed his hair and he opened his mouth to shout but it was filled once again with the butt plug.
Dieter's laughing voice seared his soul. "Pretty boy you will never escape. You are my slave. You will never be free"
Jackson woke from his dream with a shout of anguish. His body wrenched in terror as he woke and he fell off the sleeping pad onto the floor of his cell. From his dream he had returned to his nightmare.
Last night after his ordeal on the frame Carl had carried the exhausted Jackson into this cell. He shackled Jackson's right ankle to a chain that was anchored to a steel ring in the concrete wall of the cell and threw him onto the sleeping pad. It was on the floor next to this pad that Jackson found himself when he awoke. He was sweating and shaking after his dream of foiled escape. He crawled back onto the pad to recover himself.
There was little light in his cell or in the cell room outside it. With no outside windows Jackson could not tell the time of day but he thought that he must have been asleep for a few hours.
It was Jackson's usual practice to jack his dick first thing in the morning and his hand moved to do that now out of habit. Yesterday he had been highly aroused most of the day but he had had no chance for relief.
Jackson reached between his legs and grasped for his cock in the usual way only to discover that his cock and balls were enclosed in a contraption that prevented him from even touching them. Carl had installed the device last night before he left the cell. It was a metal cage that surrounded his cock and balls and was attached by a single cuff locked around the base of his manhood. There was no way to remove it without a key. The cage was large enough to provide his cock room to grow but effectively denied him access to it.
The device frightened Jackson. The whole place frightened him of course but this device especially. They had imprisoned his cock and balls as they had imprisoned him. He realized that this device meant that they controlled when or even if he would ever get relief. He sensed that Dieter was a man who knew how to use such control against him. Jackson knew he was not in the hands of an amateur.
The cell room was suddenly flooded with light as the overheads came on and for a moment Jackson shielded his eyes. The door opened as Barry entered the room carrying a large steaming pot. Jackson could hear the chains of his fellow prisoners as they stood like they had done last night when he was first brought into this room. No one had told him anything about it yet but he stood anyway not wanting to anger his captors and risk what he feared would be painful punishment.
Jackson's situation weighed heavily on his mind and he was certainly frightened. Yet at the same time he was aroused. That confused and frustrated him. When the door opened he felt a jolt of fear in his gut yet part of him welcomed it. At least something was happening to distract him from his anxiety.
"Hey boys here's breakfast," Barry said in booming voice. "How you boys feeling this morning? Did you get a good sleep?" he asked them.
The other prisoners said "Good Morning Sir" in unison. Jackson tried to join in though he was a little late on his delivery.
Barry put the pot down and went to a side cupboard. He pulled out 3 big metal dog dishes and placed them side-by-side on the table across from the cells. He dumped roughly equal portions of what looked to Jackson like some kind of porridge into each of the dishes.
Barry picked up the first dish and went over to the end cell next to the one Jackson was in. Jackson was able to see the front area of that cell because it was built on an angle to his own.
" Hey jarhead I heard you had a lot to say last night. I think you earned yourself another ride on the horse today" Barry said to Larry. Larry did not respond.
" So jarhead I brought you your breakfast but I don't hear you thanking me." Barry said with rising irritation in his voice.
"You know jarhead I feel a big dump coming on, maybe I ought to just take it right here in your breakfast" Barry said.
" I thank you for bringing my breakfast, please don't take a dump in it" Larry said.
Larry's voice had a deep masculine tone and a natural unrehearsed masculinity to it. Even under these circumstances it had a dignity and strength. The regret and fear Jackson felt was suddenly sharpened with the feeling of what he might have had with a man with such a voice this.
"Get on your fucking knees boy and talk to me like you mean it. I aint your fucking momma here boy and I expect to hear you show some real gratitude." Barry shouted at him.
Larry came forward to the front of his cell and sank to his knees. But for a brief glimpse through dim light last night Jackson had never yet seen Larry in the flesh. The picks Jackson had of him were magnificent, magnetic, exceptional. Now here, in the full light of the overheads, Jackson saw that his picks did not do justice to this man. His sculpted muscles, his angular features, his virility and his dignity even under these circumstances, all these, combined, took Jackson's breath away. Even shaved, as Larry was, both body and head, even including his eyebrows, he was still the finest looking man Jackson had ever seen. The regret Jackson felt for what might have been if not for this bastard Dieter and his stooges was bitter. Until now he had feared his captor. Now he began to hate him.
From his expression and body language Jackson could see that Larry was not eager to submit like this. "Sir please don't take a dump in my breakfast. I thank you for bringing it but please don't take a dump in it Sir" Larry said, forcing himself.
"Ok Jarhead that's better. I can hold off for now but I am gonna spice it up for you anyway." Barry put the dish on the floor in front of the bars and pulled out his cock. He stood over the dish and filed the bowl to the rim with his piss. "There now Jarhead that ought to add some spice to your breakfast" Barry said, laughing at his own joke.
"So what you got to say jarhead? You appreciate what I done for your breakfast?" Barry asked him.
" I thank you for my breakfast and what you did for me" Larry said. Jackson could hear that it was an effort for him to say those words to Barry.
"Jarhead I don't hear the kind of enthusiasm and gratitude I expect to hear. Maybe I ought to just dump this out and feed the others." Barry said with rising anger in his voice.
" Please don't dump it out, I thank you for bringing it and for spicing it up for me sir." Larry said quickly.
"Jarhead you got 10 seconds or this goes down the drain." Barry said shouting at him.
Larry quickly prostrated himself laying on his stomach and stretching to grasp the base of the bars with his hands. "Please sir I am very grateful that you have brought my breakfast and that you have pissed in it for me. Please don't dump it out." Larry said with desperation in his voice. Jackson wondered when he had last been fed.
"Well jarhead you are getting better. Your attitude is improving." Barry said " I don't think that it will save you from another ride on the horse today but you are making progress."
He pushed the dish up against a door at the base of the bars just wide enough to fit the bowl. He pulled a small lever on the deck behind him and a bolt was released allowing the tiny door to open as he pushed the bowl through with his boot. Once the dish was through the door closed and the bolt reset itself.
" You better not spill any of that boy or I will be taking a dump in your breakfast every day from now on. And you will finish every last drop of it too. You are in enough trouble today. You got a whipping coming and you don't need to make it any worse. You got that boy?" Barry said
Still laying prostrate and grasping the bars Larry said " Yes Sir I got it. I will not spill any and I will finish it all". Then he reached for the dish and grasped it carefully so nothing would spill. Jackson watched all of this closely and it was only when Larry rose with his dish in hand that he noticed Larry too wore a chastity cage on his manhood just like Jackson himself did.
"Good to hear you understand boy. Now start eating. I want it finished before I am done with the others." Barry said as he moved back toward the table. Larry grasped the bowl and moved back in his cell, out of Jackson's sight.
Witnessing this spectacle Jackson found he was experiencing a cascade of emotions. The first was a bitter regret that he did not meet Larry as intended. He would gladly serve this man for the rest of his life! Then he felt sympathy for Larry and what he was forced to do and anger at Barry for his abuse of Larry. Yet he also felt his cock hardening inside its own little prison. He was becoming aroused by the humiliation of this man he had dreamed of serving. All of this combined to confuse and frustrate him more than ever.
He didn't know if he wanted to rescue Larry from his prison or to watch while he was humiliated. He was turned on and outraged. Horny and frightened. Most of all he was frustrated by the god damn harness. He needed badly to get off. Barry's voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Hey there pretty boy I haven't seen you since the park last night" he said to Jackson as he approached his cell with the second dish. " I see they took the plug out of your mouth. I just hope they didn't put it back in the other end." Barry said, looking lustfully at Jackson's body.
Jackson winced at the memory of his first meeting with this man. He had been naked, plugged, collared and handcuffed. When Carl unplugged him he could not control himself and he had never been so humiliated in all his life. That was just last night. His ordeal since made it seem so much longer, but his humiliation at the memory was still intense. He blushed once more from head to toe. His cock just got harder. Barry laughed at his shame.
"This will be your first meal here pretty boy so let me explain. This mush here is your food. It has protein and vitamins and I don't know what all in it but it is healthy and good for you. It's kinda bland I hear but it is best not to complain. The jarhead next door here complained so he has missed some meals and now we like to ad some spice to his food. My guess is that a pretty boy like you wouldn't enjoy that kind of thing too much. Makes it pretty nasty I expect" Barry said with an evil chuckle.
The jailer pulled the release lever for the tiny door, and then pushed the dish through into Jackson's cell. Feeling hungry Jackson moved to retrieve the dish. He found that his ankle chain did not allow him to get all the way to the bars so that he had to lean forward to pick up the dish.
It was only once he had the dish in his hand that he realized how difficult it was to hold. The dish was heavy and broad, designed for stability on the floor, not to be held in his hand. He also noticed that there were no utensils to eat with.
He looked up and saw Barry smiling at his quandary. " Pretty boy you don't use it like that. You got to put it on the floor." Barry said to him.
Jackson put the bowl back onto the floor and looked at it. Lacking any options he began to put his hand into the slop but Barry said " no no pretty boy you don't use your hands. You eat from it on the floor like a dog does. Just get down on your hands and knees and eat."
Jackson had always been a fastidious eater and the idea of eating this way did not appeal to him. Eating like a dog in front of Barry humiliated him too but he was hungry and there seemed little choice. He got down onto his hands and knees and began to eat. The gruel was thick like porridge and eating this way was messy but Jackson was hungry and he soon consumed the entire bowl. The stuff was tasteless, entirely bland, but also filling. He felt his appetite satisfied as he licked up the last of his meal.
As Jackson ate he began to think of how he would look to anyone from outside his cell. They would see a naked, harnessed guy eating gruel on his fours like a dog. This was actually one of his fantasies come to life and despite the fear he felt he could not help but be aroused by it. His cock hardened once again but it only emphasized his helplessness. Its arousal only betrayed him because much as he desired to get off he could do no more than look at his hard cock.
Once he had finished the bowl Jackson felt thirsty. He looked around the cell for a tap but saw nothing until he noticed a small metal bowl at the base of the wall in the back of his cell. It was attached to the floor and the wall as a fixture. He moved over toward it and tried to get his had into it to get some water but discovered that it was too shallow and narrow for him to retrieve very much. Lacking options he tried drinking directly from the bowl and he discovered that if he lapped the water up he could get himself a drink. As he drank he noticed that the bowl was refilled from a small pipe extending into it from the wall behind it. It was only after he satisfied his thirst that he realized he was forced to drink as he was required to eat: just as a dog does.
Soon after he was finished Barry appeared again in front of Jackson's cell, this time carrying a hose with a pressure nozzle. " Ok pretty boy time to clean up. Grab your bowl boy and hold it out." He told Jackson.
Jackson did as he was instructed and Barry used the hose to spray first the bowl and then Jackson. The water was warm and Jackson almost enjoyed it as Barry doused him. He then instructed Jackson to turn around while he sprayed his entire body head to toe including his face, underarms, back and legs. Later he concentrated the stream on the cock cage, which excited Jackson until the water pressure was aimed at his balls, which made him bend double in pain. Barry then instructed Jackson to bend over and pull his butt cheeks open. Barry concentrated the stream directly on Jackson's asshole. This made Jackson jump at first but Barry's shouted order got him back into position and Barry sprayed his but crack carefully and thoroughly.
"Well pretty boy that ought to have you all cleaned off. Now you're just as pretty as new." Carl said, obviously enjoying this chore.
"Now pretty boy you pass that dish of yours back up here. Put it against the door there and then step back." Jackson did as he was instructed, stretching himself out to do so. Once Jackson was standing back as before Barry levered the door open and removed the bowl.
Jackson was dripping wet after his dousing but he found that he was not cold and after pacing around in his cell a little he found that he was soon dry.
Barry repeated the washing procedure with the other prisoners and then returned to Jackson's cell. Jackson stood at attention as he had seen the others do.
"You learn well boy. You are to be at attention when any one comes to your cell or when any one enters the room. I can see that you have deduced that rule already," Carl said. "But you have one detail wrong. Slave attention here boy means you look at the floor 2 feet in front of your feet, not out into the room or anywhere else" Barry said. "Do you understand that boy?" Barry asked
"Yes sir I understand it. I look at the floor 2 feet in front of my feet" Jackson said
"Good boy. You remain at attention until you are told otherwise and you look at the floor and no where else." Barry said
"Yes Sir" Jackson replied.
" At ease means you may you place your feet shoulder width apart and hold your hands in the small of your back. You may also look up or look around but you are to remain standing in that position. You do that and keep doing that unless you are told otherwise until you are dismissed." Barry said.
" Yes Sir" Jackson said to him.
" Dismissed means that you are free to move about your cell." Barry told him
" You are not allowed to speak unless you are asked a question or unless you ask permission to speak from whichever master is present." Barry said. "That means boy that when we are not here you are not permitted to talk to the other slaves in training. You remain silent" Barry said. "There are more rules but those are all you need to know now. Just be sure you remember all I have told you boy. You don't want to earn demerit points" Barry said to him.
"Yes sir I will remember. I will not earn demerit points sir." Jackson said.
" Well boy if you earn no demerit points you will be the first slave in training to do it. Just do your best boy and obey the rules." Barry said to him.
" Boy, Master Dieter himself will be the man to train you and I advise you to do your best to impress him. He is not a man who suffers fools or slow learning slaves gladly." Carl said.
" I will do my best to please him Sir" Jackson said in as butch a voice as he could manage. But he was so nervous it came out like a squeak.
" I know you will boy because if you don't he will whip your ass until you have no more voice left to scream with" Carl said to him.
Jackson heard Barry's words and his tone and knew he was serious. Jackson felt his knees grow weak and his butt hole clench tightly at the prospect. He was filled once again with terror.
" Master Dieter will be down sometime later boy but in the meantime the jarhead next door here has a date with the horse. You keep quiet, watch and listen. Maybe you will learn something " Barry Said.
Barry then turned, walked to the entry door and left the cell room. Jackson stood at attention as instructed until the door closed behind him. After Barry left the room Jackson decided to do a few exercises to take his mind off his anxiety. He had done about 50 sit-ups and was on his 30th pushup when he heard the key in the entry door once again.
Jackson stood at attention as required and he heard his fellow prisoners do so as well. Carl entered the room followed by Barry. Jackson found that looking at the floor and not at who was entering was very difficult to do. He was relieved when Carl gave the dismissed order.
Jackson noticed immediately that each of the men carried livestock prods. He didn't actually know what they were but they looked kind of electrical and that sent another jolt of terror through his guts. After his experience last night with electricity on his balls he was very fearful of a repeat.
The two men went to a locker to one side of the cell room and pulled out a set of heavy irons. Barry carried them with him and they approached Larry's cell.
"OK Jarhead you know the drill; hands on your head turn around and spread your legs. You give us trouble today we'll fry your balls." Carl said. Barry pulled a lever that release the bolt on Larry's cell and then pulled the door open. Carl entered and Barry followed, prods ready. Larry did as he was told and did not resist as Barry applied the shackles to his wrists and ankles.
" You are going for another ride on the horse today boy. I never seen a boy who enjoyed it so much" Carl told him. Barry and Carl laughed. Larry said nothing. Carl reached between Larry's legs with a small key and unlocked the Chastity cage. Larry's cock was free for the first time in 2 weeks. This was a surprise to him. It seemed that today's 'ride on the horse' was going to be a little different from those he had experienced so far.
Jackson watched as Larry was marched out of his cell in chains and over to a fearsome looking contraption located on the cell room floor. It had a lot of anchor straps attached to it, no doubt to attach a slave in training. Jackson at first could not figure out the function of the device but he did not suppose it was designed for comfort.
It was only once Larry was strapped down to it that its purpose was obvious. Anyone attached to it like Larry was became a perfect target for abuse, especially on his bare ass, which was now perfectly positioned as a target for punishment.
Jackson could not help staring at Larry's bound body. Larry was now completely exposed in a most humiliating way. Jackson once again felt a cascade of conflicting emotions: He felt fearful for Larry, exposed like that and sorry he could not help him. He felt anger at their captors because he knew that they were going to punish Larry, probably in a most painful and humiliating way.
Yet he also felt very aroused. Larry's bare ass was absolutely magnificent and Jackson wanted to look at it, lick it, god maybe even fuck it! He could see that it was black and blue and welted and had obviously been beaten heavily already.
The condition of Larry's butt renewed Jackson's fear. Fear for what more they might do to Larry and fear of what Dieter might do to Jackson. He knew he was not brave and didn't know if he could take a beating like that.
Yet it also made him excited. He secretly wanted to see Larry get whipped. Jackson blushed a deep red, feeling shameful and disloyal when he realized what he wanted. His cock had no conscience though and it grew hard once again in its tiny cell, harder this time than ever. Once more he was filled with cascading emotion: arousal, fear, humilition, anger but most of all arousal. He knew in his gut that Larry was going to get his ass beat and he wanted to see it. God help him but he wanted to see it even though he knew it had to hurt like hell.
After they attached Larry to the horse Carl and Barry left the room. All Jackson could do was watch Larry in his humiliating bondage. Jackson was so aroused that he thought he would burst but the cage prevented him from doing anything about it. He waited and waited and was ready to climb the walls when he heard the door open again and saw that Carl and Barry had returned.
The End. part Six.
I regret that this took as long as it has. If you have any comments,positive or negative, please email me at
axeldarke@yahoo.ca
P.S. Happy new year