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III. I get trained and He gets me in shape.
As before, he leans over to me and says, "Still doing well I see; your hard cock tells me all I need to know." He is right. Although I have suffered pain and humiliation, I am hotter than ever. I want him to discipline me and make me perform for him.
And the thought of having to serve others is frightening and exciting at the same time. I am at his mercy just as I want to be.
"I'll have to take some of these things off you so that we can keep going. I've just started your training. Reaching down to my knees, he unlocks the spreader bar, but leaves the cuffs; he releases the ankle bar and then orders me to stand up.
"On your feet CUNT; I've got another game to play with you."
Since I have been on my knees for so long, my muscles are stiff, and I have to struggle to stand up with my hands still cuffed behind my back. When I get to my feet, he grabs the leash and a hard jerk signals me to follow him. He leads me to the back of the house and down the steps to his basement. We enter a room whose walls are covered in mirrors, and I can see myself, a willing, slaveboy bitch standing naked, his dick hard and sensitive, with his hands cuffed behind his back and being led around by a leash attached to a collar locked around his neck.
As I stare into the mirror thinking about how I look, he interrupts my thoughts saying, "Like what you see CUNT? I 'll take plenty of tape and pictures so we can watch you perform anytime we want. Follow me."
I was led outside and made to stand underneath some contraption that I knew he was going to use on me. First he swung a bar over my head as said, "This is usually used to teach a horse to follow a lead, but I adapted it so I can get a slave in shape and still have some fun. He attaches four leather straps to the rings in my collar, one each in front, back, and both sides. They keep me pointed in one direction. When the bar is put in motion, I will have to move in a circle around the center pole.
While I stand naked and cuffed with my collared neck even more restricted by the straps, he delivers the news, "Here's the game CUNT. Start moving forward; the straps and bar will keep you moving in a circle just like the horses I train. You'll do this several days a week until I am satisfied with your fitness. And just to make this interesting for me, I have a whip here that I will use if you don't follow my commands to the letter."
Swinging the whip through the air and striking me on my ass and thighs he yells, "Now get moving CUNT!" When I start walking, he strikes me again, and through my scream, I hear him yell again, "Faster, CUNT! You'll never get fit like that."
I try to run, but with my hands cuffed behind my back, it is hard to maintain my balance and still push the bar along at a pace that satisfies him. Every time I pass by him he hits me with the whip, first on my arms and back; then on my ass and thighs. I struggle along breathing heavily, trying to push myself faster to avoid being struck by the whip, but it never seems to be enough. Each time I pass by him, he hits me. After the strands of the whip lands across my chest, thighs and cock, I realize that this is part of the game. He will use the whip on me during the whole ordeal. The more I run, the more he laughs and hits me with the whip; my own salty sweat makes the whip marks sting even more, but I run until I begin to stumble and almost strangle myself. Finally, he yells, "Stop CUNT! Horse training done for today."
I am wobbly from the running and beating, and this angers him, so he hits again with the whip, and I can't help myself. I cry out, "Please, sir; don't hit me; I'll do anything you want."
He just laughs, "CUNT, I'll already know that. So quit your whining and shut the fuck up and stand still!" When I get my balance, he unhooks the straps and grabs the leash again dragging me over to a shower head near the house. After he wraps the leash around the pole, he turns on the icy cold water to rinse off the sweat and soothe the whip marks. Then he walks into the house. At first it feels good, but then the cold water begins to make me shiver. My hands are still cuffed behind my back, and I cannot turn off the water. When he returns, I am a quivering mass of naked flesh covered with whip marks.
But to continue my torture, he produces a brush and a bar of soap. After pulling me out from under the stream of water, he lathers my body with the soap and brushes it down with the brush. The combination of the soap and the bristles of the brush aggravates the whip marks and I cry out in pain once again. He doesn't stop until he scrubs down my whole body, paying particular attention to my cock and balls. Then he pushes me back until the cold water and waits until the soap is rinsed away. Then he turns off the water, unlocks my wrist cuffs for the first time since he locked me into them, and throws me a towel.
"Dry yourself off. Then grab your leash and come into the house. Your about to experience another of my games." Once again he has left me alone with my thoughts, not knowing what humiliation I will have to endure as his slave. I take my time drying off, trying to regain my composure and to work out the kinks of my forced bondage.
When I get to the back door of the house, I knock and try the knob; it's locked, and I hear his voice from inside, "Kneel down CUNT, I'll be with you in a few minutes; while you are waiting, take off all of the cuffs. I want those to dry, and I've got new ones for you. Once I remove the eight cuffs, I am left naked and kneeling at the door of my tormentor, not even trying to escape. I am helpless with no where to go and no way to get away from him. He is in total control.
Suddenly the door opens and I am ordered to crawl inside. I have learned not to stand in his presence unless he demands it first. "Crawl into the bedroom CUNT; I'm going to let you lay on your back for a while."
This could only mean that he has decided what my next torment will be, and I am sure he will make me perform a degrading act and humiliate me again. "Get up on the bed CUNT; lay on your back with your arms and legs spread. I'm ready to play with you again."
To my surprise, he doesn't tie me down; I lie down on the plastic sheet, and he strips off his clothes and climbs on the bed straddling my hips. I look down to see his cock and balls lying on my stomach. "I'm not going to tie you up. I am going to tape you performing as my willing slave boy cocksucker. It's then that I see the camcorder aimed at the bed. With him at over six foot and nearly 200 pounds of tanned muscle, I look pathetic lying under him. I am barely five nine and a 140 pounds, skinny and white.
He warns me, "Don't move CUNT, or I will punish you." Then he gets off me and buckles a strap around my cock and balls making them stick our from my body. He pumps my cock until it gets hard, and red, and sensitive. Then he walks over to the camera and orders me to look at him.
There I am lying naked on a bed with my hard cock sticking our from my body when he clicks on the camera. I stare at him as he puts a similar strap around his cock and balls making them stick out. Before he walks over to me, he takes several still pictures of me lying naked on his bed. "These will record the exact time and day that you laid on my bed and became my personal slave boy."
All I could manage was a moan as I watch him put down the camera and walk toward me. I don't move as I let him once again sit across my hips laying his now hard cock and balls on my chest. "Before I let you suck my cock again CUNT, I think you need to do a little ass licking, so open your mouth."
He turns himself around and plants his ass on my face almost smothering me. "Start licking, CUNT!" As humiliating as this is, I know I cannot resist, so I open my mouth, stick out my tongue and swirl it around his ass hole. The bitter taste makes me want to gag, but I don't stop because I am afraid of what he will do to me.
"You're doing a good job CUNT; now reach around and stroke my cock for the camera." More humiliation, but I do as he demands. As he rubs his ass all over my face, and I stroke his cock, I hear him moaning in approval. I keep licking because I want this humiliating experience to be over. My only desire was to experience cocksucking, and not all of the others acts he will make me to perform. But he has the control, and I've got no way to get away.
After a few minutes of ass licking, he gets up and says, "That's enough ass licker. You can do this again sometime. Right now, I'm going to give you a treat. While you kiss and lick my cock and balls, you can rub your own cock. If you cum before I get tired of this game, okay. If not, then you'll just have to wait until I feel generous again. And that may be for a long, long time.
His message was clear. Beat off and cum before he gets bored or suffer without cumming for a long time. I want to cum, and he knows it, but he does not make it easy for me. First, he makes me put my arms down to my side, and then he sits down on my chest so my mouth is under his balls. "Reach for you cock slaveboy and get to work pleasuring yourself; and open you fuckin' mouth and lick my balls. His weight made it difficult to use my hands, but I cupped my balls with my left hand and grabbed my cock with right. When he saw this, he yells, "Switch hands cocksucker. I'm not going to make it that easy." When I change hands, he sits down on me again and I return to licking his balls and beating my cock.
Because it has been so long since I have cum, I begin to breathe rapidly while licking his balls and he senses that I am about to cum. So, to humiliate me more, he gets up puts his ass back on my mouth and begins to piss all over my hands while I continue beating my cock. "Go ahead and cum PUSSY. Then you can lick and suck your cum and my piss off my bed.
It all becomes too much for me, and I shoot my load of cum all over my chest and his cock and balls. Glob after glob spurts from my cock. It is the most exciting relief I have felt in days. The ecstasy ends when he yells, "Drop you cock; the fun's over; now you've got to clean up this mess. Start by sucking up all of my piss from the bed sheet."
For a moment, I look at him in disbelief , but I turn and begin sucking up the piss as ordered. When he is satisfied, he says, "Now my cock and balls; your cum landed on me and now your going to clean me off."
I kneel at his feet and lick and suck off the drops of cum from his cock, balls and pubic hair. When he was satisfied, he says, "Now scoop off the cum from your chest and eat it; and don't miss a drop." When I clean up the mess, he pulls off the plastic sheet and says, "Lie on the bed and put your hands behind you back. When I do, he buckles new cuffs on my wrists and locks them together. He does the same to my ankles, and then throws a blanket over me saying, "Get some sleep CUNT; I'll be back in a couple of hours to continue your training."
Since it was no use to resist, I lay on my stomach, tasting the last of the piss and cum in my mouth; I close my eyes, breathing slowly and trying to drift off to sleep.