"Kneel. Hands behind your head."
I get into position. "Why are you here, boy?"
"I'm here to be punished, Sir."
"Regular punishment is essential for a faggot like you. It's the only way you can improve and become a better slave for everyone who takes an interest in you. Boys that get punished are boys who learn how to behave. Each Master has a different style, so faggots like you have to let go of any previous ideas about what it means to be a faggot or a slave. What are you, boy?"
"A faggot, Sir."
"Is that all?"
"I know there's more, Sir, but I need to be shown the way."
"Good attitude for a sub. I'm going to enjoy working with you. Tonight, however, we'll concentrate on punishment. Humiliating punishment."
He waits a bit for all that to sink in. Finally he asks me, "and why do you need to be humiliated and punished, faggot?"
"so I can become better.um...sub"
"I'm training you as a slave, not just a sub. Let's dispense with pretending it will never happen. I'm going to punish you to help you understand what it means to be a good slave. Bit by bit, we'll chip off everything that doesn't help you surrender into your slavery."
He has these manacles with soft furry insides. He's got them on my wrists, and in a collar around my neck, and there are chains connecting them in such a way that I can move around quite a bit in this area he's brought me to. He flips a couple switches and suddenly it feels like I'm in some kind of room with pulsating blue lights, almost hypnotic, and there's some chant-like music accompanying it. He takes a strap in his hand and immediately starts hitting me with it.
I turn away, try to get away as much as possible, but sometimes I get whipped in a really painful place which makes me scream. I'm dazed by the lighting and sometimes I can't tell for sure if he's getting ready to hit me with his strap again.
I stumble and fall. When I try to get up, he yells "stay down on the ground, faggot, where you belong," The blue lights turn to red and now he's holding a cane and holy shit, does that hurt when he lays it across my ass making me scamper aways like some animal. The cane is the worst of all. My body must look like some road map by now, bright red welts all over.
By the time he decides I've had enough, I've been reduced to howling and sobbing and begging for mercy. "Don't ask for mercy. Tell me how sorry you are for what you're being punished for." And so my begging is finally reduced to one word that sometimes sounds like a cry: "ssssorrrryy." and that's what I keep saying.
Finally the light turns green and doesn't palpitate any longer. The music stops as well so the only thing that can be heard is my sobbing and struggling to catch my breath. And I hurt all over. He's beaten the daylights out of me and it's even worse than I ever thought it could be. He stands over me, the cane and the strap in his hands. Oh my God, Sir, that all hurt so much!"
"It's supposed to hurt. You're being punished. We've already established the fact that you need to be punished because you have not yet acquired proper attitude for a sub or a slave boy. I'm here to help you acquire that attitude. Look into my eyes. Thank me for beating you."
"Thank you, Sir, for beating me, for helping me understand, for training me as your slave. Thank you, Sir, for the humiliation and the pain."
"Why do you need pain, boy?"
"Because I deserve to be punished Sir and because i am an ungrateful brat."
"I'm glad you understand that. We're already making progress." He turns the normal lights on and has me put my hands on my head so he can inspect my body to make sure there isn't any need for first aid it he ever broke the skin.
"It's time to show me your gratitude, faggot. Down on the ground. Take off my shoes and socks. Start licking my feet. Get them wet. Show me how grateful you are for what I have done for you tonight."
He has an interesting way to use his words. He doesn't speak about what he did TO me but rather what he's done FOR me. It really freaks me out that I'm beginning to understand this. He beats me because it's what I deserve. He beats me because it's what I need.
I lose myself worshipping his feet. "Slaves need to lick feet and suck toes. Slaves need to do things ordinary men would never do. You, my child, are destined to be a wonderful footlicker. But enough of that for now. Kneel up, faggot."
He takes out his cock, thick and long, and he doesn't have to order me to suck it because there is nothing I want to do more than that. I go down on him and slobber all over him and willingly gag on it to show him how eager I am to be a good cocksucker.
"That's right, faggot. Eat Dick. Serve the D. That's why you exist. Do a nice job. Milk the cum out of my cock and swallow it down like the hungry faggot you are."
I suck him hard. I keep trying to swallow his cock all the way down but when I start choking he grabs my hair and pulls my head back off his Dick. "I don't want you to choke. I just want you to suck and drink." And so that's what I do. While I'm blowing him I'm very aware of the parts of my body where he has made me hurt.
Finally he shoots a long slow load into my mouth and I swallow it down. "That was an excellent blowjob, faggot. Now hold my hand and I will help you stand and we'll go upstairs and I'll put you down to sleep."
One of the things I really have to learn is not to anticipate what's going to happen, because if something doesn't happen the way I've thought of it, i get bent out of shape. This is a perfect situation to demonstrate why I shouldn't anticipate. I thought i would be sleeping in his bed in his arms. I was so wrong.
He brings me upstairs and into his bedroom. There's a cage there. Heavy iron bars. I've seen the cages at Evander's but I've never really thought about them. And I definitely never thought I would end up in one, but he makes me get down on the floor again and crawl into the fucking cage and everything within me wants to beg him not to lock me up in there but I'm afraid that if I resist I'll get another beating.
God damn it! I'm regulating my behavior out of fear. I'm afraid he'll beat me again if I don't please him. It never hit me before just how much of a slave I'm becoming. He told me earlier that punishment regulates my behavior and guess what that is exactly what's happening.
I crawl into the cage but then realize that at least there's a nice soft mattress there for me to lie on. I have to curl up because the cage isn't big enough for me to stretch out. And then I hear him shut the door and lock me in. The sound of that lock being shut sends waves of humiliation through my entire being. Whipped like a common criminal in the most humiliating way. I just can't take any more. Everything hurts. I realize that I will do anything he demands just so he won't beat me again.
I am a slave. I have never felt that as acutely as I do right now. That's the last thought I have before I fall asleep from sheer exhaustion.
Sub Protocols: Rules for bois. Number 8e. The fear of punishment can help a slave do what it wouldn't ordinarily do. This is an effective training tool.
Sleep was fitful. For one thing, I kept kicking the side of the cage because I couldn't stretch out my legs. This was also my first night trying to sleep with my dick locked up and that proved to be especially uncomfortable. I was covered with welts that are very sore. Then about halfway through the night I had to pee so badly that I wasn't sure I'd make it through the night. In addition to that, I was so thirsty that if I could have figured out a way to do it, I probably would have been drinking my own piss----perish the thought!
Needless to say, by the time Ron got up out of bed and unlocked my cage I scrambled as best I could to get out of the damn thing. "gotta pee, gotta pee," I kept saying He pointed to the bathroom and ordered me to crawl in there and then squat in the bathtub to let go of my piss. Needless to say, it got all over my feet, but that was the least of my troubles because he decided to add his own piss to mine and I got my second golden shower ever. To add insult to injury, he left me there for a while when he went to brush his teeth and since this was the first time I'd ever been pissed on, I was pretty miserable.
Finally he allowed me to shower and after it he took a large fluffy towel and dried me himself as gently as possible. The he looked me over again and put some kind of ointment on a couple spots on my back and sides. Nothing was said about last night. He was so tender with me and damn, it felt good. Very different from when Duke is affectionate with me. NO, this was something entirely different.
His tenderness towards me is actually a way of subjugating me even more because it makes me crave his affectionate attention so much that I would endure anything in order to be treated this way afterwards. I'm well aware that I'm a whipped boy and he's pleased with me. I know there will be a lot more for him to do with me. For me. Whatever.
He told me I could stand and brought me into his kitchen. He showed me how to use his coffee maker and other things and together we made pancakes and omelets then sat down together at the table to eat. It was just a simple breakfast routine of two men who were very close in some way, all except for the fact that I'm naked, my cock is locked up, and I've obviously had the daylights whipped out of me. Other than that, the scene is normal, domestic, harmonious. Yeah, right!
After breakfast he left me to clean up. After that he had me kneel between his legs and he chatted with me for a while as his hands did things to my flesh to remind me that he'd beaten me.
"this was good. You've pleased me," he says to me, "a real good start. In fact, I think I'm satisfied now so I won't fuck you before I send you off. Not this time, anyway. There will be plenty other times, won't there, boy?"
"If you want me, Sir, I'll give myself to you another time. This was very tough, Sir, but it was just what I needed to convince myself this is what I am. Thank you, Sir, for everything."
He starts playing with my nipples just enough to get me breathing a little heavier. "The sight of pain in your eyes is exquisite. Many men will want to see you suffer for them as an act of surrender and sometimes even as an act of love. Find the Doms who make you feel cherished, especially after they've taken strict control of you all night as a bitch needing firm discipline. One motivates the other, slave. If I had just sent you home after your shower this morning without another word, that would be the end of it. You wouldn't be hoping you can come back soon like you are now."
I blush and smile shyly.
"Oh, pretty face. Let's make it prettier," he says to me as he starts slapping my face back and forth until he's actually knocking the tears from my eyes. "That's right, boy. This is what you are. You know, slave, I'd really like to take you over my knee now before I sent you home, but under the circumstances, we'll deal with that another time."
"thank you for sparing me this time, Master. I'll look forward to learning more from you."
"Once you're able to think with your slave mind, you'll come to understand that there's something for you to learn from every Superior who takes control of you at any time. You are always a beginner. Once you realize that you will be on your way to what you're searching for. This probably sounds rather cryptic. Tough. You'll remember what I'm telling you. Now go out there and serve D whenever you can."
As a final closing bit of humiliation, Ron orders me to hold my clothing in my arms and leave the house naked. I can get dressed before I get in my car to drive home. And so that's the way it all works itself out.
That's all until next time.
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