Chapter 2
After a night filled with discomfort and nightmares I woke up
feeling battered, bruised and humiliated. My ass was still packed to the
bursting point with the monster dildo Master had forced into me the
night before and my abdomen was covered in crusts of my own semen. But
this morning a little determination returned to me and I decided to try
to break free when the first opportunity arose. Unfortunately Master had
anticipated this. I felt the cage being unlocked and I was pulled out to
lie on the floor. Then my hood was removed and as I blinked against the
light I could see Master smile down at me, a vicious, evil smile. With
speaking a word he grabbed my cock and held the tip of it just inside a
plastic bottle. Then he looked at me and said: "Piss." There was no
mistaking the order and I did need to relieve myself, so I gladly let go
and soon the container was filled with my urine. Master then screwed a
lid on the bottle and went to fetch another bottle, this one filled with
a whitish liquid that looked quite disgusting. He propped me up against
the side of the cage in a sitting position, removed my gag and said:
"Drink your breakfast, slave. If you spill a single drop I'll whip your
balls until the turn purple." To make sure I understood, he lightly
squeezed my balls before raising the open bottle to my lips. The liquid
smelled disgusting and was had a revoltingly thick texture, but I saw no
other option than to drink it. Master poured it quickly down my throat
and soon I was out of breath, gagging from the revolting liquid, the
bottle empty. Master patted my head condescendingly and said: "Good
little slave."
He now stood up and went to fetch something. Meanwhile I was looking
desperately for an opening, finding none. Not only was I securely bound,
but also my arms were beginning to feel numb from their long and
unpleasant confinement.
Presently Master returned with a large box and some wiring. He knelt
down in front of me, grabbed my chin in his hand and stared me straight
in the eye and said: "Now you filthy, useless, little slave shit, I know
that all you have been thinking about is how the escape." I tried to
shake my head in denial and say "no", but he would have none of as he
shut me up by continuing: "To make sure that you understand that there
is no escape for you and to show you a small taste of how badly you will
be punished if you should try, I have brought these." He held up two
wires, each with a vicious looking alligator clamp at the end. He then
lifted up my cock and closed the jaws of the clamps around my balls. The
pain was excruciating and in seconds I was screaming for mercy, begging
him to take them off. Of course he did no such thing, but rather he
turned a knob on the box to which the wires were connected and instantly
electrical current coursed through my balls.
The pain was the worst I had ever experienced and I thrashed around as I
desperately tried to get away from the pain, not even being able to
scream. Had my ass not been plugged and had I not just emptied my
bladder, I would have been rolling around in my own waste. Finally he
eased the current off slightly and I was able to at least scream
properly. The screaming was followed by begging and after a long period
of desperate begging where I promised that I would do anything for him
and that I was his slave, Master finally turned the current off. Further
humiliating myself I actually cried with gratitude as I babbled my
thanks out to this cruel man who had made me his slave.
When my babbling had subsided Master looked down at me and said: "Of
course you are my slave, and of course you will do anything for me. This
was nothing. If I have to punish you for real, I'll really crank up the
power and then you'll be in real pain, not this vanilla shit. Now open
your mouth wide, point it straight up and be sure not to spill a single
drop. Otherwise I'll have to show you just how painful it can get."
Without even the slightest hesitation I opened my mouth and pointed it
upwards. It was only when he took out his member and stood with his legs
spread wide over me that I realized what was about to happen. I cried
desperately as the first drops of his urine landed in my mouth, but I
didn't dare close it. Humiliated and defeated beyond my worst nightmares
I swallowed all of Master's salty and revolting piss, not spilling a
single drop. I was crying openly when he zipped up his fly and he
laughed at my defeat. But it didn't end there. He knelt down beside me
and took out the bottle of urine I had filled just a few minutes
earlier. He unscrewed the lid and held it to my lips and said:
"Remember: don't spill a fucking drop." Then he tilted the bottle and I
was forced to drink my own piss, again crying with humiliation and in
disgust.
Satisfied that I hadn't spilled a single drop of my disgusting
"breakfast", Master released my legs and helped me stand. Attaching a
leash to my collar, he then led me to another part of the dungeon,
looking like a large, open bathroom with a tile-covered floor with a
drain in the center. From the ceiling hung a heavy chain with a pair of
thick, rubber cuffs.
Master nodded at the cuffs and said: "In a few minutes you are going to
be dangling by your wrists from those. You'll probably be thinking about
escape when I release your hands. Don't. It'll be so painful you can't
even imagine." To punctuate his words he lightly gasped my very tender
balls, causing me to emit a frightened and almost girlish scream as I
started with fear. The electrical torture had convinced me that
obedience was the only way for now. Already I was terrified of Master.
As it turned out I wouldn't have been able to put up a real fight even
if I had had the courage. When Master removed my armbinder, my arms were
so numb I was scarcely able to pull them away from my body. They were
completely useless as Master cuffed my wrists and used a winch to first
raise my arms above my head and then lift me off my feet. When my feet
in their painful stilettos were dangling a few inches off the floor,
Master stopped the winch. Already my wrists and shoulders were hurting
from the strain, but I already suspected that it was nothing compared to
what was about to come.
First Master used sturdy rubber straps to secure my legs spread wide
apart. Then he placed a low stool in front of me, stepped up on it and
cut my hair in a thin Mohawk. When finished he put a piece of plastic
over the Mohawk, leaving the rest of my scalp free. Before I could even
muster the courage to ask what was going to happen, he gagged me with
the large ball-gag and taped my eyes shut and taped my eyebrows over.
Still without speaking he began lathering me up with some ice-cold goo
that smelled absolutely revolting. When my whole body, including the
inner reaches of my ass-crack, had been covered with this goo Master
left me there. After a little while it began to first itch, then burn.
After a couple of minutes it felt like my skin was being burned off ever
so slowly. Master of course did nothing to alleviate my pain and just
left me twisting and thrashing with pain. Only after a good long while
did he rinse the goo off using a cold, hard spray of water. Even if the
water was cold and Master was none too gentle with it, I was enormously
relieved when the goo was gone.
Then Master removed the tape over my eyes and over my eyebrows, just as
he removed the plastic covering my new Mohawk haircut. As I looked down
my body I realized what the goo had accomplished. Except for the areas,
which had been covered I was now completely smooth and hairless and I
have remained so ever since.
After inspecting my body and making sure that I was indeed completely
hairless, Master lowered me to the ground and after again warning me
about the consequences of disobedience, he retied my arms in the
armbinder, reattached my collar and leash and forced me to lie flat on
my back so that I rested painfully on my bound arms. Then he fucked me.
It didn't matter that I hated him and hated what he was doing to me, it
didn't matter that I was in pain, both from earlier punishments and from
lying on my arms, it was still one of the most glorious fucks of my
entire life. Master fucked me like a bitch, missionary style and as his
pace picked up, so did his expert stroking of my cock. Soon I was moving
involuntarily with the rhythm, writhing in ecstasy and moaning with
pleasure. The fucking was so good and so long that I actually managed to
cum twice before Master came. When I had shot my load the first time,
Master simply continued his relentless stroking and soon I was hard
again, ready to shoot my load again as Master shot his into my ass.
Afterwards I lay on my bound arms scarcely noticing the pain as I
thought for the first time, that I might actually enjoy being Master's
slave. The thought was new and alien to me and I was about to reject it
altogether when Master spoke: "Give up Mark. You are a natural slave and
you want to be owned and controlled. Why else would you react as you
just did? The only reason that our earlier games didn't get you off
big-time, is that they were too vanilla. Admit to yourself that you love
being owned, controlled, humiliated, punished and fucked. There is
nothing you can do to prevent the fact that you are going to be a slave
for the rest of your life, so you might as well enjoy it."
I lay completely still, in shock, shaking my head weakly, after hearing
Master's words. There was no doubt that he at least had a point, and I
had to fight myself so as not to admit that he might be absolutely right
in his assessment of me. Lying flat and docile on my back, my own cum
covering my chest and abdomen, drying slowly, it was hard to deny that I
enjoyed it. As he had said: why else had I reacted in this way? Master
laughed at my apparent confusion, but labored no more over it. Instead
he pulled me to my feet and led me to another part of the dungeon for
more games.
Master played with me for two more days before sending me to the doctor.
By the time he took me to the doctor, my resistance was practically
gone, punished out of me and replaced with the firm conviction on my
part that I would never escape Master, as had no doubt been his plan.
On the first day he had left me unsupervised and left the dungeon and I
had seized the opportunity and made a run for it. I had gotten all the
way into the hallway before he caught me and dragged me back into the
dungeon. I was still tied up with the armbinder and gagged with a
ball-gag, wearing my stiletto boots so I could offer no real resistance
as he dragged down the stairs and strapped me to a table, my legs spread
wide as I lay on my back. Master focused his punishment on my genitals,
bringing the alligator clamps into action and shocking my balls and cock
furiously. It turned out that he had not been exaggerating earlier when
he had said that the power could be turned up and that I hadn't tried
being punished for real with this machine. I couldn't even scream
properly as I thrashed helplessly, instantly loosing control over my
bladder and bowels, soiling the table and myself. The pain was
unbelievable and in the end I passed out. I woke up when Master put
smelling salt under my nose. Believing it was over I tried pleading
behind my gag, but Master paid me no heed as he again applied the
current, sending me into new round of helpless thrashing until I passed
out and he had to wake me using smelling salt. Three more times he did
this until I was reduced to a quivering, babbling wreck that would do
anything to avoid being punished again. Seemingly accepting my pleas, he
untied me and helped me stand on very insecure legs before commanding me
to demonstrate my obedience to him. He pointed at the table, now covered
as I was, in shit and piss and said: "Clean it up." I knew he meant that
I should clean it with my mouth and I began to cry with humiliation and
disgust, but I didn't hesitate for a second. Wanting at all costs to
avoid more electrical punishment I dutifully licked the table clean, ate
my own shit and drank my own urine.
I couldn't believe how low I had sunk and I hated what Master had made
me do, but as I stood there sobbing he proved once again to me what a
useless slave shit I was. He pushed me over so that I lay across the
table I had just cleaned and fucked me hard from behind. As before he
easily made me cum with his expert stroking, in spite of the fact that I
had never been so humiliated and disgusted in my entire life.
The next day he again left me unsupervised as he went to get something
upstairs. This time I was very wary and I waited a long time before I
finally gathered the courage needed to run up the stairs and into the
hall. Master was nowhere to be seen and I began to feel hope as I
approached the front door. This was as far as I had gotten the day
before, but this time I managed to open the door without anyone stopping
me and suddenly I was outside. I was only wearing my stilettos, my
collar and my armbinder and was thus ungagged and as I got closer and
closer to the gate, now running in a very delicate and almost feminine
manner because of the stilettos, I began to hope for escape. If I could
just make it into the street I would be able to call out and be rescued.
The gate opened without trouble and suddenly I had escaped! I ran down
the street until I met someone and instantly I started to ask for help,
begging and pleading for him to release me and call the police.
The man was a fit-looking gentleman in his mid-fifties who was walking
his big, black dog. He held it's leash as it did it's thing in some
bushes by the side of the road. He looked quite shocked and when I
finally stopped babbling he said: "Right. Let's get this fixed." I
breathed a sigh of relief. Finally I would be free from Master's
clutches. My good feeling evaporated as the man took a firm hold of my
balls instead of releasing me, while at the same time yanking viciously
on the leash as he said: "Come on Pooch." As his dog emerged from the
bushes I saw that I had been mistaken. The man was not walking his dog,
but a rubber-bound slave boy. His forearms had been fused to his upper
arms as his calves had been fused to his thighs and his entire body,
except for openings at his crotch, eyes, nose and mouth, was imprisoned
in thick, black rubber. His cock had been pierced through the head, a
very thick Prince Albert inserted in the hole. To the Prince Albert a
quite large lead weight had been attached, pulling his cock down most
painfully. He had also been pierced through the tongue and from rod
through this piercing another lead weight dangled, making sure that he
couldn't pull his tongue back into his mouth. The man's eyes looked
absolutely desperate and he was constantly emitting a series of small,
out of breath screams.
With an embarrassingly girlish scream I realized that I would not be
rescued by this man, more like the opposite. I tried pleading and
begging, but the man wouldn't hear me and instead dragged both his
doggy-slave and me towards Master's house. I was sobbing helplessly as
he led me to the front door and rang the bell.
After a minute or so Master answered the door, glanced very briefly at
me and said to the man: "Thank you ever so much Mr. Wilkins. I was
beginning to get worried." The two exchanged small talk while the doggy
and I stood whimpering, not daring to interrupt. Pointing to the
rubberized doggy Master asked: "How is your nephew coming along?" Mr.
Wilkins smiled as he looked down and answered: "Oh, fine I guess. The
little shit has finally been made to understand that his dad and the
rest of the family regarded him as nothing more than a disgusting little
leech just waiting for his inheritance, and as such were perfectly
within their right when they decided that he should spend the rest of
his life as a slave. Isn't that right, slave?" The doggy nodded
fearfully as he made some agreeing noises and the man continued: "He
has, however, been a little slow accepting that part of his duties as a
doggy-slave is getting fucked by a great deal of men. But it's not
really a problem. It's just a matter of making sure that he gets fucked
enough."
They continued talking for a little while longer as I stood trembling
with fear. When the conversation ended and Master led me into the
dungeon I started begging and pleading, but he just ignored me as he
once again strapped me to the punishment table and applied the alligator
clamps. This time he shocked me even harder, for much longer and many
more times and when it was over I scarcely had the energy to even
tremble as I lay in my own waste, begging for forgiveness. Just like the
day before he made me clean up my own mess, but then he took it further.
He made me kneel right behind his ass, my face turned up and my mouth
open. Knowing that disobedience was out of the question I then swallowed
everything Master put into my mouth as he took a dump in it.
It was undoubtedly the most disgusting and humiliating thing I have ever
done and it broke me, robbing me of all my courage and will to resist. I
have never since tried to escape and have since always tried to obey
every command given to me. Master has never since put shit in my mouth
and I think he only did it to make me understand my place. I am almost
certain that Master arranged both of escapes, with the single purpose of
breaking me.
