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Master Dom Chapter 2
It's much more difficult than it sounds. The pain makes each moment an eternity. The darkness and silence make you focus on the pain. I actually welcomed the occasional groan from Ryan. Initially my shoulders hurt so much that I didn't notice the gel. I can no longer say that. Based on the burning, I'm estimating it's been 90 minutes. But this isn't an exact science. As my tendons stretched, I was able to lower my feet a little, giving my calves a rest. Soon I was alternating between stressing my calves to give my shoulders a break and standing flatfoot at the expense of my shoulders. I tried 15 seconds in each position and counted the intervals to track the passage of time. The pain from my groin never ceased and distracted me from my counting. My mind wandered to the unimaginable things I saw Master do. I tried to put that out of my mind. The thoughts so chilling that I welcomed the pain to distract me. Eventually I entered a state where all the pain blended, my ears ringing.
I didn't hear the door open, but the lights in the room stabbed my eyes. I watched the 2 doms from before take the jaw stretcher off Ryan and fit him with a large ball gag. My chain and restraints were removed. My joints were so stiff and painful that I couldn't move my arms. The doms took care of that, cuffing them in front of me. They lead me off to one of the smaller rooms that still had the 1950's style fire hose from the older bunker. They finally spoke, "I'm instructing you to raise your hands above your head." This was a test. They knew it was nearly impossible for me to do it. But as much as it would hurt to comply, the punishment for disobedience would be worse. It took every ounce of strength and energy to lift my arms up over my head. To someone watching it would look like I was lifting an invisible 1000-pound weight. The ice cold blast from the fire hose slammed me against the cement wall. It felt like the hose was shooting 1000's of needles, instead of water. He moved from my pits to my groin. Next, he aimed between my legs about a foot below my balls. Even the spray off the wall hurt my tender balls. With one swift movement the blast hit my balls, and I crumbled to the floor. He never let his aim wander as he continuously blasted them, while instructing me to stand. I tried to block the water with one hand while I stood. I braced my head against the wall and reached back to spread my cheeks. He blasted those and the water stopped. I looked myself over and it appeared that I had a bad sunburn everywhere the gel touched my skin. Not a hair left, I knew it never to return.
They led me back to the large room where Master had been busy with Ryan. Nipple clamps were applied. A thin cord ran from a chain connecting the clamps through an eye bolt in the ceiling , then the cord was tied to his big toes. His feet were about 8" off the table. Master lightly ran his fingers over Ryan's strained abs. "How was he?", Master asked. "He did not comply to an instruction in a reasonable amount of time. He also displayed weakness." I couldn't let them lie, "Bullshit Master" He took the clamps and cord off Ryan and unstrapped him. He motioned to a chair and Ryan sat. Then Master turned to them and said, "His turn on the table," I was strapped in the same fashion as Ryan was. The jaw stretcher was applied, but not to the extent of Ryan. Master grabbed my tongue with pilers and looking at me said, "I would cut this out, but you're going to need it. What happened to you? Failure, disobedience, weakness, lack of self-control. But where others would see a loss, I see an opportunity. I will make quite an example out of you for the other doms. And you will make the money back that you cost me."
While still holding my tongue, he raised the piercing gun with his other hand and pierced my tongue about halfway down its length. He inserted a 4" stainless steel bar though the hole causing the bar to rest against my lips. This kept my tongue extended out of my mouth. Try sticking your tongue out and see how long it takes to get dry. Not long, was it? Master used his finger to flick my tongue around, telling me "when it gets uncomfortable, just beg the Ryan and the doms to piss on it." I knew I wasn't getting off this table until I begged them to piss in my mouth, and it was already getting uncomfortable, so I did the best I could forming my words to beg them to piss. One dom eagerly agreed and aim right for the piercing and let loose with a powerful stream of hot piss. I guzzled all down. The last thing I wanted was to make it worse for myself. I waited long enough for it to seem plausible that I was in discomfort and begged again. The other dom aimed for my throat and pissed directly down it, not really wetting my tongue much. Now the worst part, I had to beg my former slave to piss on my tongue. I started my babble begging and he just sat there, making me beg him over and over. Finally Ryan stood over me with a rock hard cock, clearly he was enjoying this. He struggled to piss through his hard on, after a few grunts piss started to flow. Between the extra begging and extra time for him to start, I really welcomed the wetness that was soon to come. Ryan had other ideas and aimed for my eyes. Releasing 12 hours of stored piss all over my face, making sure to miss my tongue. I heard Master chuckle and put his hand on his shoulder in a warm gesture, adding "No harm in your disobeying a slave is there Ryan? He is beneath you after all" His jovial tone quickly changed for his next sentence, "But don't get cute with me or my doms." Master removed the bar and I was afraid Master would replace the bar with a nail to prevent me from closing my mouth. Instead he put a dumbbell style bar which had a ring through the ball end that rested on the top of my tongue. I knew what it was for, I've seen leashes attached to those rings in other slaves.
I was released from the table and Master announced that it was time to continue Ryan's training. We were led out of the bunker to the large barn where Master's dogs and horses were kept. We entered the massive barn and I saw 15 doms standing there and a young black man hanging by his wrists with a ball gag in his mouth. He was well over 6' tall and very thin. But what stood out (pun intended) was his 12" curved cock. It was rock hard, veins bulging. One dom attached adhesive pads to Ryan's balls and attached wires to them. I've seen this training method before. Ryan will be made to deep throat the hung slave, and he'll receive a shock evert time he gags. Its not a low current shock and is extremely painful. The other dom lead me to a chair and strapped me at wrist and ankle, then attached the same pads to my balls. My expression turned cold and Master asked "Something you'd like to say?" My reply was "No Master." "You will suck him to completion, regardless of how long it takes. Each time you gag, you both get shocked. Each shock will increase in duration and intensity. When did he last cum?" One of the doms replied, "He was milked 20 minutes ago. He was given a 4x dose of standard viagra" One dom lead Ryan over to the horse-hung slave and the other dom manned the shock controls. The dom grabbed a fistful of hair and guided Ryan to the cock, forcing it down his throat. After only taking half of the massive shaft Ryan gagged hard and loud. He was pulled back off the shaft so he wouldn't bite it. One dom nodded to the other signaling he was clear. Master interjected "Start with a 30 second shock." I could see that the dom manning the controls was surprised by this for the initial shock duration. During that brief pause I whimpered, as a prelude to my screams. The current passed through my balls causing me to spasm, convulse and scream. The alternating current causes your muscles to contract with an unnatural force, painfully pull on your balls. The other component of the pain is from the shock itself and the internal tissue damage. The 30 seconds of agony was an eternity. Ryan pissed himself, which was a big mistake. His pissed soaked balls would make the shock that much more painful. When Master saw this he inserted a curved probe in his ass, making sure it contacted his prostrate. A steel sounding rod was inserted in his piss slit. Both were connected to the control unit. I received the same treatment and just before Ryan was made to suck again, Master instructed one of the doms to piss on my balls. "One full minute for pissing like an untrained pig."
When the unit was switched on, Ryan curled up in a ball looking like he was having a massive seizure. I looked like I was being given the death penalty as I suffered in the sturdy wooden chair. The muscle contractions and tissue damage now included my prostrate and cock. When the machine was finally switched off, I slumped in the chair and cried. My best hope was for mercy. As Ryan was forced back on the thick veiny cock, I looked at Master and pleaded, "Please Master, have mercy." Master walked away, Ryan was taking more of the cock, and thankfully didn't gag. When master returned, he pulled my tongue out and replaced the bar with a nail "Still having problems holding your tongue." Each of the last two shocks caused my jaw to clamp down hard, everybody in the room knew what would happen if Ryan gagged. I looked up, my face soaked with tears. I could see some of the doms where taken back by the treatment I was receiving, but I guess that was the point. As Master walked away, he pushed Ryan's head until his nose was against the slave's stomach. Ryan held out for a few seconds, but then started gagging repeatedly. "90 seconds" Just as the shock was administered, I curled my tongue slightly so the roof of my mouth wasn't totally impaled. When the 90 seconds was over, I was slumped and nearly unconscious. Ryan was lifted by his hair and held like a ragdoll. He was forced on the long dark shaft again, thankfully there was no gag. I don't think he was capable of gagging in his semi-conscious state. The dom roughly slammed him up and down the veiny cock. Master pulled the nail out and wiped the bloody tip in my hair. He put the dumbbell back. While he did, he told me that he didn't forget about my disobedience and weakness earlier.
The hanging slave groaned and was obviously cumming. Ryan swallowed it all down. Master spoke to the dom next to Ryan and he nodded and took Ryan away. Ryan was taken to a stall and made to kneel under a stallion. His dislocated jaw easily allowed him to take the horse cock deep. His ankles were strapped to his upper thighs, forcing him to a kneeling position. His hands cuffed behind him. Ryan started bobbing his head. Master had broken him in a matter of hours. Then Master turned to me, "And now I turn my attention to you."
Chapter 3 coming soon...