Chapter 4
Upon our return to the mansion, the Master and young William went on down the
hall as Henry led me back to the room with the bed.
"Ok Pussyboy", said Henry. "Time for you to stand up."
The pain in my thighs had eased considerably from earlier so I gave it a try.
As I stretched my legs out a sharp pain shot through the thigh muscle, but soon
subsided. Although the thighs ached I was able to stand. Henry ordered me to
hold out my arms and when I complied he fastened leather cuffs to each wrist.
Each of the cuffs had a large metal ring attached.
Henry then walked over to the wall and did something that caused two heavy
chains to drop from the ceiling, on either side of where I was standing. He
came back over, took my right wrist, producing a padlock he locked my wrist to
one of the chains. He then proceeded to do the same with my left wrist. Then
he walked back over to the wall and I suddenly felt my arms being lifted by the
chains attached to my wrists. As they rose the chains also moved out to either
side. Soon the chains began to lift me but Henry stopped them when I was on my
tip toes. So there I was stretched up, my arms pulled taunt by the chains
forming a wide V shape and all my weight resting on my toes. I suddenly became
scared again, maybe there is something just as bad if not worse than being
locked in that cage.
Henry walked back over, stood in front of me and just stared up and down. After
all I had been through I was still embarrassed to have another man staring at my
helpless naked body. My helpless naked body that was starting to sport another
erection. What the hell was wrong with me?
"mmmmm it would seem that you like this Pussyboy", Henry smirked. "Do you
really like this treatment?"
"No sir," I replied.
"Well it sure looks like you do. How else can you explain that erection,
Pussyboy?" he sneered.
"Ah", I stammered, "I ah, sometimes get hard when I have to pee real bad and I
have to pee real bad now".
"But you just went", exclaimed Henry. "How could you possibly need to go again
so soon?"
"Probably all that water I drank", I replied.
"Could be, but you now have a very serious problem. The Master is not going to
let you go again for a few hours, maybe longer. And I know he is going to be
here soon to punish you for your disgusting behavior in the kennels. Chances
are your bladder is going to release that build up involuntarily. Should that
happen the Master will be very, very angry. He may even be angry enough to
throw you back in the cage. I sure am glad I'm not you at this moment." saying
that Henry turned around, walked to the door and opened it. He turned, gave me
a pitying look, shook his head and walked out, closing the door behind him.
Now I was terrified again and needed to pee worse than before. As the terror
took hold my body began to shake and the need to pee became even greater. Pee
pains started to spread out through my groin. I started hopping up and down on
my toe tips trying to relieve the pains. This only caused my toes to start
aching worse than they were. On top of that my dick was still hard and was now
throbbing something wicked. I don't know which I wanted more, to pee or to cum.
Unable to do either I began to cry instead, working my self up into quite a
frenzy of fear and erotic excitement.
After what seemed an eternity, the door suddenly burst open. Framed in the
doorway was a terrifying sight. A black hooded, heavily muscled man dressed in
the strangest leather outfit I had ever seen. Besides the black leather hood,
he wore what seemed to be some sort of leather harness over the top portion of
his magnificent upper torso. It consisted of two black leather straps that came
over each shoulder and attached to a black leather belt which went around his
waist. Gold chains joined the two straps, one just above the nipples and one
half way between that chain and the black leather belt. His crotch was covered
by a leather pouch that bulged from the contents. Other than a pair of high
sided black boots that was all he wore. Gripped tightly in his hand was a long
leather whip.
The sight was so frightening I could not hold my bladder and I began to piss. I
must have also found this whole thing extremely erotic because no sooner had I
began to piss than I also began to cum. The piss flow suddenly stopped in mid
stream and long ropes of cum began to shoot out of my poor cock. I was in such
a state I don't know how many ropes I shot, but it seemed it would never end.
When my nuts were empty the piss started again.
Now that I had shot my load, the erotic part of this little adventure was over
and pure terror took over. I was so scared I passed out.
I woke up to a sharp, unpleasant odour. The Master was holding a small bottle
under my nose. My shoulders were on fire, I transferred my weight back to my
toes which relieved some of the pressure on my shoulders.
Then I noticed that young William was there as well. He was dressed much the
same as his father, only the pouch between his legs was nowhere near as huge.
Then I heard the Master say to young William, "Now do you understand why I had
to bring this incompetent fool here. He is totally incapable of looking after
himself. He lets animals suck his cock and even his pissing and ejaculations
are out of control"
"Ok dad, you win. It really does belong here", the little bastard replied with
a smirk.
Tears of embarrassment, frustration and fear began to flow down my cheeks
again.
"Why the tears, Pussyboy", the Master asked in that fatherly tone. "Ashamed of
yourself for pissing and ejaculating all over my floor?"
Before I could answer he added, "If not you should be. It is disgusting to
have a grown man piss and ejaculate out of control like that. But don't worry,
you are most fortunate to have me to help you learn to control you disgusting
habits".
"Henry", the Master called.
"Yes sir", replied Henry from just outside the door. He then appeared, but was
no longer in his fancy butlers outfit. He was dressed much the same as the
Master and William except he did not have a hood. He wore a thick black collar
instead and his black leather boots came up to just below the knee. All in all
it was quite an erotic site and I could feel my cock rising again.
"Lower the Pussyboy", the Master ordered, "he has a mess to clean up".
"Yes sir", replied Henry. He went over to the wall and did something which
started to let the chains down.
When my feet first hit the floor I let out a yelp of pain. I had been standing
on my tip toes for so long that something in my feet had stretched and didn't
like being un-stretched. Finally my arms were almost down to my side when Henry
walked over and undid the chains from my wrists.
"Now Pussyboy", said the Master. "Whenever you make a mess you are going to
have to clean it up. You must admit you made an awful mess of my floor, don't
you agree"?
"Yes sir', I replied, tears still rolling down my cheeks.
"And don't you think that since you made the mess, you should be the one to
clean it up"?
What else could I say but, "Yes sir".
"Ok then get down on your fucking knees and clean it up" he yelled.
I dropped to my knees right away and waited for him to give me the bucket and
mop.
"What the fuck are you waiting for asshole", he yelled again.
Young William was standing there with a big smile on his face. Henry as usual
just stood there his face expressionless.
Well he did ask a question, so I naturally answered. "For a bucket and mop,
sir".
"A fucking bucket and a fucking mop", he snapped as he looked at William with an
incredulous look on his face.
"The fucking slave thinks it should have a bucket and a mop, do you think this
piece of shit should have the use of a bucket and a mop William", he asked of
his son.
"No way dad", sneered William. "Make him use his built in bucket and mop" and
he gave a little snicker.
"Hear that Pussyboy", he snapped again. "You have a built in bucket and mop,
use them".
Being in such an emotional state from all the things that had been happening to
me, I just did not understand what he was saying. A built in bucket and mop?
What were they talking about.
I must have been showing my confusion because the Master suddenly yelled, "Your
mouth and tongue asshole. Use your fucking mouth and tongue".
That was the last straw. There was no way I was going to clean up my piss and
cum by drinking it and I made the big mistake of voicing that opinion.
"No way", I boldly stated. "I have had enough of this, I want to go home".
From out of nowhere a black leather whip came swishing through the air and
landed square across my unprotected back. I gave a loud scream and fell
forward into my own mess. That's twice today I landed in my own piss.
Before I could recover another blow landed, this one lower down and just above
my ass cheeks. I screamed again and tried to crawl away.
"Start cleaning up the fucking mess or I'm going to beat the living shit out of
you, asshole", he screamed and another blow landed. This time on my ass cheeks.
Screaming in pain and trying to avoid the whip, I finally forgot any pride that
I may have had left and lowered my face to the floor and began to slurp. The
whipping stopped.
"See Pussyboy", the Master said in his calm fatherly voice again, "all you have
to do to avoid punishment is obey. As for going home, well Pussyboy you are
home. This is where you will live from now on. It isn't right for someone, so
totally incapable of looking after themselves as you are, to be running free.
Soon you will see that I am right and you will be much happier, believe me. I
am only doing this for your own good".
For my own good? I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He had me scared to
death, had kept me in a tiny cage for hours, made me eat and drink from a dogs
dish, put me in a kennel to relieve myself with two dogs that wouldn't leave me
alone, hung me up and scared me so bad I pissed myself, had just beat me with a
whip to make me drink my own piss and cum up off of the floor and had the nerve
to say he was doing it for my own good. What other tortures lie ahead? It
would seem that anything goes with this guy and I had no choice but to obey.
My piss tasted bitter and I almost threw it up a couple of times, but managed to
gag it back down. I'm not really sure what the cum tasted like because it was
mixed in with the piss, so that was all I could taste. Finally I managed to
get the last of it. All that was left was the damp spot left by my tongue.
I sat back on my knees and looked up at the three of them. I thought I had lost
all my pride, but that wasn't so. The look on the faces of the three of them as
they stared at me was more humiliating then the situation in the store, the
kennel or anything else so far. I just felt completely and totally degraded.
Little did I know, it had really only just begun.
