Chapter 5
I was on my knees waiting for the Masters orders. I had just finished licking
up all my piss and cum off the floor. The Master, his son William and Henry,
the butler all stood there looking at me with a disgusted look on their faces.
I thought I had lost all my pride, but that wasn't so, I was feeling more
degraded than any time since this all began.
It must have been 5 minutes or more since I took up this position, but still
they continued to just stare. I was feeling lower and lower by the second.
Finally I couldn't take the staring any longer and burst into tears of shame and
frustration.
The Master must have been waiting for the tears, because no sooner did they
start then he finally spoke.
"Well Pussyboy, you really are a pig". he said in a sarcastic tone. "Only a pig
would lick it's own piss off the floor. So you must be a pig".
I just quietly knelt there looking at the floor, feeling completely humiliated.
I didn't answer because it really didn't sound like a question. But the Master
must have had other ideas about that.
"Well answer me", he demanded. "You are a pig, right?"
"No sir", I stammered. "You made me do it".
"I made you do it", he asked incredulously. "How could I have done that?"
"With the whip, sir", I responded weakly. "It hurt so bad".
"Oh no you don't asshole", he exclaimed. "You are not going to blame me for
your being a pig. Let me prove it. Henry would you lick your own piss off the
floor simply because I had given you a couple of love taps with a whip?"
"No sir", replied Henry. "You would have to half kill me before I would stoop
that low, and even then I'm not sure I would".
"See asshole", the Master sneered. "Henry sure as hell wouldn't do it because
of a couple of love taps".
"What about you William?" he asked his son.
"Nothing could make me demean myself that much, dad", the little prick
responded.
"There now, see only a genuine pig would do it. So you must be a pig. Now I
want you to admit to us that you are a pig. I want to hear you say that you are
nothing but a disgusting, low life pig that loves nothing better than to drink
his own piss and wallow in shit. So go ahead and tell us".
I just knelt there tears running down my cheeks. No fucking way was I going to
admit to that. It wasn't true. It was more than love taps that he gave me with
that whip and I know damn well that William and Henry would both have done the
same thing under the same circumstances. So fuck him, I not saying anything.
"Come on asshole, admit it", he taunted. "Tell us what a pig you are".
I just continued to look at the floor and kept my mouth shut.
I heard the whistle of the whip, but it was too late to react. It struck me
across the back at shoulder height. I fell forward screaming. The pain was
intense. Then another blow struck lower down. My back felt like it was on
fire. The another blow landed, this time the tip of the whip struck with
fearsome force and cut into the flesh on my side. I thought I was going to die.
I could feel a wetness through the fire. That blow had opened the skin and I
was bleeding. The whip landed again, this time down across my ass cheeks. Now
I started to beg him to stop.
"Please, please stop", I screamed. "I'll do anything you want, but please
stop. Please........." I began but was cut off by another blow across my upper
back. I was now rolling around on the floor screaming in pain and trying to
get away from the source of my misery.
The whipping stopped and he let me continue rolling around screaming, until the
pain had subsided enough that I could catch my breath and calm down.
"Now please tell us what a pig you are, Pussyboy", he said in the fatherly
tone, that I was beginning to hate.
"I am a worthless, good for nothing pig", I began softly, between sobs and
gasps for breath. "I like to lick my piss from the floor and wallow in shit".
"Say it again, only really loud so we can hear you, and keep saying it over and
over until I tell you to stop". he commanded.
"I am a worthless, good for nothing pig that likes to lick my piss from the
floor and wallow in shit. I am a worthless, good for nothing pig that likes to
lick my piss from the floor and wallow in shit. I am a worthless, good for
nothing pig that likes to lick my piss from the floor and wallow in shit". I
repeated myself over and over for what seemed like hours before he finally gave
me the ok to stop.
"I have decided on your punishment for fucking around with the dogs, Pussyboy",
he said. "You will receive 20 lashes with the whip".
"No!" I screamed. "Please Master no more whippings. I can't take any more.
Please, please.....", and I went into another crying fit.
"Oh yes, Pussyboy", he responded. "You must learn to behave yourself. And
because you spoke without permission the lashes will be increase to 30".
I am sure I must have turned white. I was suddenly feeling very light headed
and felt like I was about to pass out. How was I ever going to survive 30
lashes with that whip. I was very wrong about the cage, it would be much more
preferable to the whip.
"Oh come on Pussyboy, cheer up. It's really not all that bad, and besides I'm
not going to punish you right now. That will come later tonight". he said
smiling.
Oh yeah, that is supposed to make me feel better. He just prolonged the
torture.
"Right now it is time for me to get to know you", he began. "You really are a
mystery man you know. Henry was over and packed all your belongings, then
cleaned your apartment and paid your landlady a little bonus because you left
without notice. She thinks you are working for the Government on a secret
assignment", and he gave a little chuckle.
"We have gone through all your stuff but it told us almost nothing about you.
Not even where you work or should I say worked. So you are going to have to
give us all that info so we can set your life in order. Can't just have you
disappearing off the face of the earth now, can we". He was talking in that
fatherly tone again and was smiling.
"Ok, we know your name was Robert Elderson and that you used the nickname Rob.
You are 23 according to your driver's license. Now where did you work and what
did you do?"
"I am a computer programmer and work for Rushton Digital Systems", I replied.
"Really!", the Master exclaimed in surprise. "How about that, I have my very
own computer geek. Were you any good at it, Pussyboy?"
"Yes sir", I answered.
"Good, I might have a use for your talents after you are trained". he paused
for a second then continued.
"Ok, we will contact your employer and tell them you had to leave town on urgent
family matters and probably will not be returning".
Oh no I thought. He can't do that. I worked hard to get where I was and it
could take me years to do it again. This guy was destroying me, I had to find
a way to escape.
"You told me in the van that you were not married and did not have a girl or
boy friend. So how did you get your nuts off?
I am sure I turned every shade of red imaginable. How was I going to explain
that I was still a virgin. That the girls I had dated would get me all worked
up and then refuse to let me go any farther.
"Come on Pussyboy answer me and don't bother trying to make something up. I
will know if you are lying and will add more lashes to your punishment".
"Ah.....I'm...ah...a....virgin", I whispered, head bowed and feeling violated.
"Louder, Pussyboy", he commanded. "We can't hear you".
"I'm a virgin sir", I said louder, still keeping my head down.
"Now why does that not surprise me? But that doesn't answer the question how
did you get your nuts off. We know you can get it off, we watched you just a
little while ago. So other than peeing yourself and cumming all over my floor,
how do you usually get your rocks off?"
"I masturbate sir", I answered, feeling even lower if that were possible.
"Ah a wanker", he said sarcastically. "Well let me tell you, Pussyboy, I think
you are a closet faggot. Any hot blooded boy your age that hasn't been into a
broads pants must be a faggot".
I couldn't believe what he was saying. I raised my head and looked him directly
in the eye and shook my head vigorously, no.
"Oh yes, Pussyboy, you are a faggot. There is no doubt about. So as well as
your slave training we will begin training you to be the best fucking faggot in
the whole fucking world. Now see how well I am looking out for your interests.
Yes my little slave boy pig faggot, you are going to make one hell of a great
cocksucker".
Oh shit I thought this can't be happening. I just have to be having a really
bad nightmare and will wake up from this hellish dream at any moment.
