Date: Sat, 8 Oct 2011 15:05:05 -0400 From: Zachary Taylor Burns Subject: LESSONS OF SUBMISSION- A Young Master-In-Training. Chapter 4 The names of people, characters, products, companies and/or data mentioned within this document are fictitious and are in no way intended to represent any real individual, company, product, or event, unless otherwise noted. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, for any purpose, without the express written permission of the author. That means NO COPYING! Copyright 2011 Zachary Taylor Burns. All rights reserved. Contact Me: If you have any questions, comments or suggestions about this or any other story, please email me at: artistic.revelations@hotmail.com Please be sure to include the story title in the subject line. I look forward to hearing from you. ZTB. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ LESSONS OF SUBMISSION: A Young Master-In-Training by Zachary Taylor Burns Chapter Four "The Potential for Change" My fifth visit with Jimmy didn't happen for almost another month, and would last much longer than I had ever anticipated. "I'm going crazy!" I exclaimed to Jimmy one night on the phone. "They need to go away and leave me alone!" I was referring to my parents, of course. "There's been talk of them going away, but I don't know for sure just yet." "Have patience Alex," he suggested. "You have the rest of your life to enjoy sex. You've only been doing it for a few weeks." "I know, but I'm always hard and jerking my dick!" I said. "It's hard right now, like it always is when we talk! I really want to fuck someone." I was slowly stroking it, my hand wet and sticky with precum. "You can fuck to your heart's content next time you're here," Jimmy offered. "I have something special in store, whenever you have the day free." It was another two weeks before mom and dad finally said they were going away, for a whole week this time! I was in heaven, and counted down the days until they were to leave. I was on my best behavior, knowing that if I could show them how good I acted, they might let me stay home alone again! I was surprised, but they finally agreed, after I promised to call or text them at least once a day. The moment they were out the door that Thursday evening, I was on the phone with Jimmy. "They're gone, can I spend a few days at your house?" He chuckled. "Are you sure that's a good idea? What if your uncle comes to check on you?" "I have it all figured out," I said proudly. "My parents think I'm spending the weekend with my friend Casey." "What if they call and you aren't at Casey's house?" he worried. "Oh Jimmy," I said with a laugh. "That's what cell phones are for!" He consented, and I shoved two days' worth of clothes into my backpack. I didn't think I would need any of them since I'd probably be naked the whole time, but my mother always told me to be prepared for anything. Oh, but was I ever prepared! My hole was clean, I'd shaved off the few pubes I'd been growing the last few weeks, and was pacing back and forth on the front porch when Jimmy finally arrived to pick me up. "I'm so glad to see you!" I said as I crawled into the car. "I've missed you!" "I missed you too little buddy," Jimmy said as he waited for me to buckle my seatbelt. "Are you sure everything is taken care of with Casey?" "Yes," I nodded. "What are we going to do?" "If I tell you, it won't be a surprise," he said with a laugh as he pulled out of the driveway and we were on our way. An hour later, I was sitting naked in the living room, Rex the Rottweiler licking my balls, my hips bucking wildly as I headed toward my first orgasm of the weekend. It took all of about a minute for me to coat my chest with cum, which Rex dutifully licked off. "Feel better?" Jimmy asked as Rex walked off and curled up in a ball next to the fireplace. "I've been so horny for him to do that," I said with a contented smile on my face. "I love when he licks my hole." Friday was an uneventful day, and Jimmy and I spent the majority of it lounging, watching movies. After a dinner of homemade lasagna, he allowed me to drink two rum and cokes, but no more than that, lest I acquire a taste for alcohol. We crawled into bed at midnight, gave each other blowjobs, after which I lovingly swallowed both loads of our cum. The following morning, Saturday, Jimmy was awake before me because the bed was empty when I was finally conscious enough to realize how late it had gotten. "Morning sleepyhead," Jimmy said as I padded into the kitchen, wearing sweats and t-shirt. "It's almost noon. I was about to come wake you up anyway, we have a big day ahead of us." I laughed. "We always have a big day ahead of us when I'm here." He touched the end of my nose in a rare tender moment, and offered to make me some lunch. "How about some macaroni and cheese?" I agreed, and settled into a chair to wait. After lunch, he asked if I wanted a shower and I declined, anxious to get started. "You know what I think?" he said with a laugh as he rinsed the dishes off and put them in the dishwasher. I shook my head. "I think you're addicted to sex." "Why do you say that?" I wondered. "Because, it's all you can think about. You have to be careful about that," he warned. "Sex addiction is a serious business." I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "I'm serious," he said. "I've known guys who have gone to jail for going any length to get what they want. It's dangerous business. You have to be careful." "I will," I promised, then followed him to the basement, anxious to see what was in store for today. "Alex," Jimmy said as we stood at the foot of the stairs, surveying the room. "Meet Sam." I was surprised to see Sam, who I'd expected to be tied to the same table that had been used previously. Instead, Sam was tied to a solid, walnut table, both arms and legs tied securely in place by strong-looking rope. There was also rope secured around his waist, thighs, chest, and in fact, all over the rest of his body. "Hello, Master Alex." Apparently he had been forewarned of my training. "Hello," I said in a stern voice. Jimmy began his explanation. "Sam here is very into something I haven't explained yet," he said to me. "His favorite fetish is something called sounding." I looked at him, confused. He picked up a black, velvet packet and opened it to reveal several long, shiny bars of metal. "These are called sounds," he said. Sam was smiling, a look of ecstasy on his face in anticipation of what was to come. Or cum, rather. "They are used by doctors in physical examinations of the penis. They are also quite enjoyable," he chuckled. He picked one up, and handed it to me. I examined it, and it was completely round, except for one end which was flat and slightly curved. "That end is for a proper grip, and so we don't accidentally lose it." "Lose it where?" I asked, thoroughly confused as to what these could possibly be used for. "Watch," Jimmy said as he put on a pair of gloves before pulling out a bottle of lubrication. He picked up one of the sounds, lathered it thoroughly with lube, and then held Sam's dick in his hands. I realized, about three seconds before it happened, what the sound was going to be doing. I watched in amazement as Jimmy held Sam's dick firmly, but gently, in one hand, as he slowly slid the sound into Sam's piss slit with the other. Sam moaned in ecstasy, and I was in shock! "Doesn't that hurt?" I asked, slightly cringing at the thought of something like that happening to my dick! "Fuck no, Sir," Sam moaned, and I could see his muscles tensing. "I've tied him down so he can't move," Jimmy explained, "because if he were to jerk involuntarily at the wrong moment, I could do some serious, unwanted damage to his insides." He started moving the sound slowly in and out of Sam's rock-hard dick. "How does that feel?" he asked Sam. "Yes!" Sam screamed, "That feels so fucking good, Master!" My dick was standing at instant attention as I watched what was going on. "He can cum like that?" I asked. "Oh yes," Jimmy exclaimed as he slid the sound as far in as it would go. That's when I saw what the curved, flattened ends were for, what he meant when he said about them not getting lost. "It's like massaging your dick from the inside," Jimmy explained. "It massages the urethra, which is extremely sensitive, and provides for one hell of an orgasm." I watched, amazed, as Sam tried to buck his hips, but couldn't due to the rope. "Yes!" he screamed. "Yes, fuck yes! I'm going to cum, Master!" Jimmy immediately removed the sound and gripped Sam's dick in a vise-like grip, resulting in a moan of agony/ecstasy from Sam, who was now being prevented from emptying his balls. I counted to ten before Jimmy released his grip on Sam's dick. "Please, Sir, may I have your cum down my throat?" he asked as he looked at me. I was absentmindedly stroking my dick, and was surprised he was talking to me. I looked at Jimmy. He just looked at me, interested in my response. "I think you've earned yourself a punishment for speaking out of turn," I demanded as I walked over, my dick tantalizingly close to his head. "Oh, please Master Alex," he whimpered, "I sincerely apologize for breaking Rule 4, and deserve to be punished as such." Jimmy was smiling as he handed me the cat-o-nine tails, then untied Sam from the table, rolled him over on his stomach before binding his legs, arms and neck into place so he couldn't move. I took a step forward, the whip lashing across his ass; a welt immediately appeared where the leather caught his skin. "Count them out," I demanded, and he did. After the final lashing, Sam thanked me, and I walked over, waving my dick in front of his face. I started stroking my dick, long and fast, and before long my balls started to pull up, and I felt that familiar tingling feeling, and an instant later I was shooting my boy juice all over Sam's face. When I was finished, I ran my fingers through it, and fed it to him, fingerful by hot, sticky fingerful. "What do you have to say for yourself?" I asked, and then slapped my dick against his cheeks. "Thank you, Sir!" Sam happily exclaimed. Fuck, that was so hot, having him suck my cum off my fingers! Only then did Jimmy move to untie Sam from the table. As the ropes started to fall away, Sam just laid there, unmoving, waiting for a command. "Sit up," I said, at last. Jimmy smiled, and I realized he had been waiting for me to give the actual command. Sam sat up, and I longingly gazed at his sculpted muscles. "Kneel," I said as Sam put his feet on the floor. "Yes, Sir," he said as he dropped to his knees, spread his legs apart, his hands clasped behind his head. "How long have you been a slave for Master Jim?" I asked. "Almost a year, Sir," he replied automatically. "And what all have you done in that time? Tell me everything," I demanded, my dick twitching in anticipation. "He's used me as a toilet, tied me up and gagged me, made me get knotted by his Rottweiler, whipped me, burned me, made me bleed, et cetera. Everything, Sir." I smiled wickedly, and couldn't wait to do what I was thinking. "Open your mouth, Slave," I demanded. "Keep it open, and if you spill one drop of my piss, I will give you twenty more lashes, is that understood?" "Yes, Sir," he said, and opened his mouth for me. I stepped closer, aimed my dick, and released my bladder. My hot stream of yellow piss entered his mouth, and he started to swallow immediately. Fuck, what a rush, pissing in someone's mouth, as intense as pissing inside someone's ass! I could definitely get used to this! "Thank you very much, Sir, for allowing me to serve your bladder for you," Sam said in reverence. "It was my honor to swallow every drop for you, Master." "On your feet," I said as I looked at Jimmy, who was silently applauding. Sam stood at attention, arms behind his head, eyes still closed. "You may think you're worthy enough to serve Master Jim," I began, "but what makes you think you are good enough to serve me?" "Because I'm a great slave, Sir," he immediately replied. "I am willing to do anything you desire, and have been serving Master Jim for quite a while. I'm sure he thinks I am worthy enough to serve you, as well. Please, Sir, allow me the honor of serving you." "I will have to test you," I said, not thinking about what I was saying, just letting the words come at random. "I need to see for myself just how worthy, and capable, you are at being my slave." "Yes, Sir, thank you Sir," he said, nodding enthusiastically. I turned to Jimmy and smiled. "Do we have an extra cock cage for this slave?" I thought Jimmy was going to hug me at first, he was smiling so much, but he nodded and went to retrieve it from the cabinet. I watched as Jimmy attached it to Sam's dick, since I had never done that before, either. "At ease," I said after Sam's dick was securely locked away with a double padlock. He dropped his hands to his sides and opened his eyes, staring into the depths of my consciousness. "You may go." "Thank you Sir," he said, and bent down and kissed each of my feet. That, I wasn't expecting! He turned to Jimmy, who shook his head. "Alex is in charge of you now," he said. Sam bowed to me again, then hurried up the stairs. If he was a dog, his tail would have been tucked down between his legs. "Excellent job!" Jimmy said to me. "I'm very proud!" "What a rush!" I said, and sank back into the chair. "I can definitely get used to this!" Jimmy led the way upstairs to the living room, just as the front door slammed closed. I watched Sam through the window as he ran, naked, to his car, carrying his clothes in his arm. I sank into the sofa, and was greeted momentarily by Rex, who wanted some action, as well. "I just came boy," I said with a giggle as he licked my ball sac. He was insistent, though, so I leaned back and let him give me a thorough tongue bath. When he was finished, Jimmy asked if there was anything else I wanted to see before dinner. I couldn't think of anything, and shook my head. "Great, let's go for some food, and when we come back, there will be another evening of slavery for us to enjoy." "Mark does all the work?" I asked, thinking of all the things he did for the house. Jimmy nodded, and we got dressed and headed out for a wonderful dinner at Applebee's. He kept sneaking me sips of his alcoholic drinks, and on the way home, he stopped at the liquor store and bought another bottle of rum. We arrived back an hour later, which I didn't think was enough time for anyone to be ready and waiting. I was wrong, of course. I learned never to underestimate what Jimmy was capable of. That lesson would prove to be even stronger as the days passed, during my parent's vacation, and my stay with my trainer. *** "There is only going to be one session this evening," Jimmy said as we stripped out of our clothing after we'd arrived back to his place. "Where are we going?" I wondered, inquiring as to whether we were headed to the basement or the upstairs spare bedroom. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said, grabbing my arm. "Let's have a drink first," he added as he steered me toward the kitchen, where he poured two drinks of rum and coke, handed me one, then continued: "Kid, you need to learn that life is about having fun, and to hell with the risks. Ignore what everyone else says and just enjoy your life, it's the only one you've got. Fuck the rest of the world." He raised his glass up to his mouth and downed its entire contents, then slammed the glass on the counter. "Drink up," he said, making a motion with his hands to indicate that I was to hurry. I shrugged and tried to mimic his actions. I downed about half the glass before I started coughing. It was good, but damn did it ever burn! I drank the rest of it, and handed him the glass. He just shook his head, pulled a bag of ice cubes from the freezer, and led the way upstairs, talking as we went. "You're about to have your first true experience with Mark, my house slave. As I've previously explained, he's been my slave for almost nine months. You realize, don't you, that his time with me is almost finished? Unless, of course, he agrees to a new contract." I nodded. Mark, by this time, had served his initial 90-day testing period, and nearly a six-month contract. As per the rules, each renewed contract carried an additional 90 days, so if Mark agreed to a new contract, it would be for a full nine months more. "You think he will?" I wondered. "In my honest opinion, I don't think he's ready for another contract," he replied with a shrug as we reached the door. "Normally, I would give you free reign to do what you want, but since this is my one true slave, you are only to sit, observe and remain silent until I say otherwise." I nodded, smiling as the alcohol started to work on me. "You can beat off and cum however much you like, but just sit in the corner, watch, and learn." He pushed the door open, and I stared in awe at Mark's beautiful frame. He was standing in the "Present" position. I assumed he had been standing like that for some time, as there was a fine sheen of sweat covering his body from being so tense at not being able to move. Jimmy pointed to the seat, and I quickly sat down, my dick standing at attention. This was going to be exciting, seeing Jimmy at work with his own full-time slave. "Say hello to Alex," Jimmy commanded after he had removed the chastity device from Mark's genitals. Mark dropped to his knees, and then crawled over to me. After kissing each of my toes, he licked the top of my feet and kissed each knee before taking each of my balls into his mouth for a quick suckle. Lastly, he kissed the tip of my dick and sucked away the bead of precum that had appeared. "Thank you, Master Alex, for allowing a worthless slave to greet its superior properly." He quickly returned to the "Present" position in the middle of the room. Jimmy reached out, took both of Mark's nipples in his fingers, and pulled them as far away from his body as he could. I winced in mock-pain at the mere idea of someone doing that to my nipples. "Kneel," Jimmy commanded as he reached for the bag of ice he had lay on the table previously. Mark dropped to his knees, legs spread apart, his hands clasped behind his head. Jimmy reached around, and yanked the butt plug from Mark's hole, then grabbed an ice cube from the bag and slid it into Mark's ass. "Is that too cold?" he asked after he removed his finger from Marks' smooth hole. "No Sir," Mark immediately replied. "May your slave have another one, please, Sir?" Jimmy slid another ice cube into Mark's hole, and repeated, "How about now?" Mark replied by asking for yet another, and this pattern went on until I had counted Jimmy forcing fifteen ice cubes into Mark's ass! I shivered, imagining the freezing hell he must be going through. Immediately after the last cube was in place, Jimmy returned the butt plug to its proper position, being held by Mark's sphincter. "Present yourself to Master Alex, and beg for his forgiveness." "What did he do?" I wondered. Wow, if looks could kill, I would be dead because Jimmy shot me a look that could have killed every last living thing on this planet. Then I realized my mistake. I'd said 'he' instead of 'it'. I quickly corrected myself. "What did it do?" "It has been secretly wishing that you would stop coming so it can have more time with me," Jimmy explained as he reached out and pulled Mark's nipples and twisted them. He howled in pain as his Master continued to twist and pull. "I thought that this worthless, stupid slave had been learning from me during the last few months, but I don't think it has." "Please, Sir, your slave is sorry," Mark begged, which earned him a hard slap across the face. "You stupid faggot, you just earned your second punishment in less than thirty seconds!" Jimmy screamed. "Yes, Sir," Mark replied, and stood as still as was humanly possible. "Tell me what you've just done wrong," Jimmy demanded. "Your slave broke Rule number four, and did not immediately present itself to Master Alex when you commanded, Sir," Mark said, eyes wide with worry at what he knew would be coming, his punishments. "How do you know what it has been thinking?" I wondered, completely at a loss how to know something like that. I wasn't a mind reader, and didn't think he was, either. "When you live in such close proximity with a slave, you learn to read what it is feeling, and thinking," Jimmy said with a wave of his hand. "It has been jealous of my time with you." "May your slave have permission to speak, Master?" Mark whispered, tears starting to appear in his eyes, knowing he was breaking a third rule simply by asking that question. The look on Jimmy's face as he turned to stare, open-mouthed at Mark, was one I hoped never to see again. "Three punishments!" he said, "and no, you don't have permission. Assume the 'Relax' position." "Yes, Sir," Mark replied, and got into the correct position, his back arched as high as possible, with all his body weight resting on the tips of his fingers and toes. "Now, don't move until I tell you." "Thank you, Sir," Mark said with a forced smile, and began his difficult stance of endurance. Jimmy motioned for me to join in. "So, is it true you don't like me?" I demanded as I reached under and pinched one his Mark's nipples. "No, Sir!" he moaned. I twisted and pulled like I had seen Jimmy do. Mark tried to move his body around to get away from my touch, but an instant later Jimmy's hand smacked hard across Mark's ass and he stopped moving. "Don't lie to me, you worthless bitch," I spat, really getting into this, "if Master Jim says it's true, why would you lie about it?" "It's not a lie, Sir!" Mark exclaimed. I released his nipple and slapped him hard across the face. "You had no reason to dislike me before," I said with an angry stare into his eyes, "but you certainly won't like me now." In his eyes, I saw complete submissiveness. What could he do, after all? I walked behind him and angrily yanked the butt plug from its place. "If even one drop of water escapes from your ass, you will be punished." "Yes, Master," Mark replied, his body starting to shake from holding his position. I walked over to the bag with the slowly melting ice cubes, and slowly slid another inside Mark's hole. "Is that enough, bitch?" "No, Sir," Mark whined, clearly displeased about his situation. "More please." I laughed as I picked up a handful and slowly slid them one by one, pushing against Mark's cold sphincter. I didn't even count; I just kept going until every last cube was gone from the bag. "Now, what does Master Jim typically give out as a punishment for you?" Mark stuck his head as high as possible, lips trembling. "It depends on the situation, Sir." "Give me some examples," I said as I forced the butt plug back into place. Mark groaned in agony. "What did he do to you the last three times?" "The last time this slave's cunt was filled with water, Sir," Mark said, head dropping back down, "and forced to hold it all night without being plugged. Before that, it was tied to a table and covered in a gallon of candle wax, after which it was attached to the electro-machine. Before that, Master had his slave tied spread-eagle on the bed, then spread Icy/Hot over its dick and inside its cunt, then Master locked its dick up in its cage and left it alone for an hour. It was in pure agony, Sir." "I see," I said as I looked at Jimmy, who gave me the thumbs-up sign. "What should your punishment be for lying to me?" I demanded. "Your slave doesn't know, Sir," Mark replied, his voice raspy, his body really shaking now from holding his position. "That is not an acceptable answer," I replied and smacked him hard across the ass. "I want you to tell me what your punishment should be for lying to your superiors." "Yes, Sir," he replied as I quickly glanced again at Jimmy, who was sitting in the chair and smiling. "Twenty-five lashings, and having its cunt filled with water for the night." "Is that all?" I asked. "Don't forget about your three punishments for Master Jim," I said with a wink at the man in charge. "No, Sir," Mark quickly replied to me. "But with all due respect, those are his to give, not yours." I've never seen Jimmy move so fast as in that instant. Mark didn't even have time to flinch before Jimmy's open hand came into sharp contact with his slave's balls. Mark howled in pain, as Jimmy quickly grabbed his balls and pulled down as hard as possible. I thought for sure that Mark's balls were going to pop out of the skin as he contorted his body to try to shield from the pain. "That was not meant with any respect, you good-for-nothing, spineless piece of shit! You of all people should know that I'm not the only one in charge of you now, and you should expect punishment from both of us! How dare you even begin to think that he has no control over you?!" "Sorry, Sir," Mark wheezed, and I could barely understand him. "You aren't sorry yet, but you will be," Jimmy said as he twisted the balls in his hand, and Mark contorted further into himself. Then he released Mark's balls and commanded him to empty his guts in the toilet before heading to the basement. Mark muttered a barely audible "Yes, Sir," as he half-ran, half-slid out of the room. "On our way down to the basement, I want you to get the ginger root from the refrigerator, a bottle of 7-Up, a glass, and the bottle of vodka from the cupboard. I'll meet you in the basement. Make sure that bitch is bound when I get there," Jimmy directed. I nodded my assent and went off to retrieve the items he asked for and was in the basement in less than two minutes. As I came bounding down the stairs, I was surprised to see Mark attempting to tie himself. I quickly strode over and pulled the ropes as tight as possible, securing Mark's wrists over the beams, then secured his ankles with cuffs to the metal hook in the floor. Jimmy came strolling casually down the stairs, carrying a small wooden box and a small, thin candle that is used to put on birthday cakes, as well as a jar of Icy/Hot, and a chastity device. He laid them all on the table, and then turned to face Mark. "Tell me what all you did wrong, and how many punishments you have earned tonight," he demanded. "Twice your slave broke rule number four," Mark began, "and it also broke Rule nineteen, and lied to Master Alex about its feelings. Seventy-five lashes, plus whatever your punishment is for lying, Sir." "I'll decide the punishment, and Master Alex will help distribute it," Jimmy said with a nod as he picked up the cat-o-nine tails and waved it around. "Which weapon would you like your lashes with, the cat-o-nine tails, a regular whip, or cane?" "Use them all, Sir," Mark immediately replied. He knew that if he didn't suggest it, the lashings would be much worse. "Blindfold and gag him," Jimmy said to me, and I quickly leaped into action. Before long, Mark was prepared as directed. "What is his punishment going to be?" I wondered as Jimmy stood in front of Mark. He didn't reply, but simply slapped Mark across the face. "Listen up, you worthless bitch, you are going to suffer for being such a despicable, useless faggot today. You've been my slave for almost nine months, and yet it seems you've learned nothing! You will learn to respect, obey and honor me, even if it kills you." "You will receive twenty-five lashes for lying to Master Alex, which makes a total of one hundred," he said as he unscrewed the cap of Icy/Hot, "as well as this." I watched Mark's nostrils flutter as he caught the scent. Whimpering around the gag, his whole body tensed in anticipation of the assault he knew he was coming. Jimmy picked up one of the small birthday candles, lathered it with the Icy/Hot, and grabbed Mark's dick. I realized what he was going to do a split-second before he actually did it. He held Mark's dick firmly in his hand, and guided the tip of the candle into Mark's piss slit with the other. He pushed, Mark groaned at the invasion against his urethra, and a moment later, the candle was buried to the tip. Jimmy quickly removed it, then lathered more lotion, and repeated the motion. Mark started twisting and pulling at the chains, as the Icy/Hot was obviously starting its process on his sensitive urethra. Jimmy lathered a copious amount around Mark's dick and balls, after which he pointed to the ginger root. "Smash it, get the juices flowing," he said as he slid two fingers into Mark's cunt, pushing the lotion inside him. I did as told, and could smell the pungent ginger aroma as it wafted through the room. I handed Jimmy the crushed pieces, who quickly slid the pieces into Mark's lubed hole, followed quickly by a butt plug to prevent anything from escaping. By now, Mark was really straining against the assault on his urethra. "You piece of shit bitch," Jimmy said as he picked up the whip and cracked it against the cement. Mark flinched. He turned to me and said, "Pour me a drink please, vodka and 7-Up, make it half and half." I quickly did as I was asked, and handed it to him. He removed Mark's gag, and told him to open and swallow the entire contents of the glass. Mark did so, sputtering at the strong taste of alcohol. "Another, please," Jimmy said and handed me the glass. I handed it back a few seconds later, full. Mark drank that one as well. "How is the pain, slut?" he asked Mark with an evil smile as he handed me the glass for a third refill. "It burns, Master," Mark whined, then was forced to drink the third glass of vodka and soda. "No shit," Jimmy replied, then slapped him hard across the face before returning the gag to his mouth. "Now, let's get this punishment underway, shall we?" He handed me the cat-o-nine tails, and picked up the whip. "Now, you and I are going to take turns whipping him. I'm going to hit him first, with the whip, then you will hit him with the cat-o-nine tails, then I'm going to switch to the cane, you will hit him again, I'll switch back to the whip, and so on and so forth. Got it?" I nodded, and he smiled. "You can whip anywhere on his body, except his dick and balls." Then Jimmy grabbed Mark's balls and squeezed, pulling downward at the same time. "And you," he said to Mark, "will count every whack you receive, and if you miss a count, we will start all over at zero, is that understood bitch? Don't forget, you will be getting one hundred lashes." "Yes, Master Jim," Mark howled, and I watched as tears trailed down his cheeks, his jaw quivering. "Recite Rule 34," Jimmy demanded. Mark took a deep breath, steadying his shaking voice. "Thirty-four. Slave must endure any and all punishments without speaking, swearing or other vocal statements. Sobbing, wailing, shrieking, etc., are permitted, as long as no words are uttered. If any words are uttered during punishment, an additional five lashes will be administered, per offense." As he realized the importance of this statement, his body was wracked with sobs. Jimmy leaned in really close to Mark's face, and I'm sure our slave could feel every breath. "This is the most important moment of your life," he whispered. "Are you listening?" "Yes, Master," Mark replied through his sobs. Jimmy spoke in a stage-whisper. "So help me God, if you break that rule, Alex will whip your body for an hour, after which I will whip you for an hour. Then, you will be bound and gagged down here for a week with no food or water except our piss and shit, as well as twenty-five more lashes every hour that I'm awake. Are we perfectly clear?" "Yes, Master," Mark cried, and I thought for sure that he was going to fail. Jimmy immediately stepped back and cracked the whip. The welt appeared immediately on Mark's chest, almost dead center between his nipples. "One, Sir," Mark moaned. I quickly lashed him, the ugly red marks appearing on his thighs. "Two, Sir." I'd never seen a cane used before, and was surprised at how thin it was. It left a long thin welt on Mark's stomach just above his navel, and he called out "Three, Sir." It was my turn again, and the leather cracked against his ass and lower back. "Four, Sir." The whip caught Mark's hairless armpit. "Five, Sir," he howled. By the time we got to fifteen, I honestly didn't think Mark's body would tolerate any more abuse, but we kept going at Jimmy's insistence. When we reached fifty, I was surprised Mark was still able to hold his head up! He just kept rattling off the number of times he was whipped, and didn't miss one single number, which was a good thing because I was absolutely certain his body would never survive going through that again. The one-hundredth, and final, lash was cut across Mark's thigh, and Jimmy and I both dropped our weapons. Jimmy quickly reached into the wooden chest and pulled out a glass bottle of lotion, which he tenderly spread all over Mark's bleeding wounds. After he was finished, he removed the gag and blindfold, and did something which surprised both Mark and me. Jimmy wrapped his arms around Mark's body and told me to untie the ropes. I did, and watched in awe as Jimmy carefully laid Mark on the floor, then curled himself around the body, kissing the top of Mark's head, forehead, eyelids, nose, and finally arriving at his mouth. I'd never seen him become that tender with a slave, and was unsure what to say or do. I don't know how long it was before Jimmy finally spoke, in a gentle whisper. "What do you have to say for yourself?" "This slave is sincerely sorry for disobeying your rules, Master," Mark replied, and was rewarded with another kiss. "Thank you, Sir, for allowing this slave to serve you." "You're welcome," Jimmy replied, then kissed Mark again. "Would you agree to another contract?" "Yes, Sir," Mark immediately replied. "It is your slave's honor to serve such a wonderful Master." I stood there, mouth open in shock! This slave, who had just endured one hundred lashes with a whip, cane and cat-o-nine tails, was THANKING Jimmy for being such a wonderful master! I was stunned! Jimmy kissed his forehead again, then unwrapped his limbs from Mark and stood up. He motioned for me to help, and together we carried Mark upstairs to the shower, where we carefully bathed him, flushed the ginger and Icy/Hot from his hole, and watched as he had what must have been the most painful urination on the planet. Then we all huddled under the hot water as it cascaded down our bodies. Jimmy reached for Mark's dick, who flinched, unsure of what was happening. Master slowly massaged Slave's dick until it was hard, and Mark sighed heavily, expecting yet another edging session where he wouldn't be permitted to cum. Jimmy slowly but expertly stroked Mark's now hard member, and precum immediately started oozing from his piss slit. "Does it still burn?" I wondered as I took the cue and started rubbing Mark's nipples. He moaned at my touch, then shook his head. "Not as bad as before, Master Alex, but it's still there." Jimmy slid a finger into Mark's hole while I massaged his nipples, first one then the other, back and forth. Mark was like putty in our hands. He was moaning and biting his lip and starting to flip his head back and forth. I leaned down and kissed him, and I could feel the fire as he pressed his tongue into me. I couldn't help it as I moaned into his mouth. Jimmy pressed his fingers deeper inside, moving them around, and Mark started rolling his hips, matching his Master's rhythm of sexual pleasure, both inside and out. "Your slave is getting close, Master," Mark warned. Jimmy didn't stop, but instead pushed his fingers harder inside, while I had taken over stroking his dick. "Master, please," Mark begged. "Your slave is going to cum if you don't stop." It had been ingrained in his subconscious after nine months that if he were to shoot his load without permission, the consequences would be unfathomable. I took my cue from Jimmy, who only fingered Mark faster. I stroked him harder, Mark's balls bouncing up and down, slapping against my hand. Jimmy pressed another finger inside, and was all but fisting him. "Master!" Mark cried, his lips quivering from the expected abuse to come, "Master please, Master, please stop Sir!" It never occurred to him that we wanted him to shoot his load, until it was all over. The first rope of cum shot over Jimmy's chest, the second hit the wall, the third on Jimmy's face, the fourth in my mouth because I wanted to swallow the rest. It was hot, sweet and the best cum I'd tasted, except for my own. "Oh my God!" Mark was freaking out. "Your slave is so sorry Sir! Please forgive it!" Jimmy smiled then, and Mark realized what had happened. He'd been permitted to cum, at long last. He grinned, and as I pulled my mouth off Mark's dick, tongue covered in the sticky sweetness, the two embraced, quickly spreading the cum all over between them, which required another cleansing before Jimmy and I half-carried Mark upstairs to the attic. "You've done remarkably well," Jimmy said proudly, after he closed the cage door. Mark immediately reached for the chains that would tie his balls to a hook on the floor outside his cage, but Jimmy just shook his head. "Sir?" Mark said, softly. "There won't be any need for those tonight," Jimmy replied, which was yet another surprise for both Mark and me. "You've finally earned the right to be free. In fact, when your contract is up, you are free to leave." Mark sat there for a moment, briefly stunned into silence. When he finally spoke, it was to decline the offer of freedom. "Sir, your slave respects its right to be free at last, but it doesn't want a life outside anymore, and would be honored to serve you for as long as you wish to keep it." "You would willingly submit your life to me?" Jimmy asked. "No contract, just complete submission?" "Yes, Master, complete submission as you have taught your slave to do," came the reply. "Your slave wants to be yours, and no one else's." Jimmy pointed to me. "And for Master Alex, as well." "Very well, we will discuss it more in the morning, now get some rest because if everything goes as planned, you will have yourself a new playmate soon," Jimmy said, then ushered me to the stairs. I followed him, and we spoke only when we reached the kitchen, where he explained what had happened between him and his slave. "The tenderness was exactly what he needed, to fully commit to me. He finally realized that I'm in complete control, and nothing will change that. He's been conditioned for my control, no one else's." "You never fed him," I pointed out as I stated at the clock, which read 9:14. "Why?" "Just another small test of his endurance," Jimmy replied. "His body has been conditioned for food consumption precisely every twelve hours. He's never refused a meal, so I've never been forced to keep it from him. I'm curious to see how he reacts." He embraced me in yet another rare, tender moment. "I think we should get a good night's rest because tomorrow is going to be a big day for you, your biggest by far, I should think." "What do you have in mind?" I asked, curious. "Time will tell," he replied with a chuckle as he led the way back upstairs to his bedroom. I crawled onto the bed, under the covers and curled into a ball, my normal sleeping position. He crawled in shortly after me, pulled me close and wrapped his arms around my waist as I stretched out, aligning my body with his. "What would be your safeword, if you ever became a slave?" "I've never thought about it before," I replied with a smile as his hand grazed my nipple. "I don't ever plan to become one, so why would it matter?" "Humor me," he replied, and kissed the back of my neck, which sent my hormones into overdrive because that is my sweet spot. My dick started to chub. "Something simple, I suppose," I replied, arching my back and pushing my ass into his crotch, feeling his pubic hair tickling my smooth ass. "Mississippi." He slid his hand between us, and lightly tickled my ass crack, which immediately made my boner spring to life. He probed around, tickling, massaging and touching all over my ass and between my legs as I spread them for him to gain easier access. He caressed my balls, and I was in overdrive, my dick leaking precum. "Let me fuck you," he whispered as he slid a finger inside me, pushing past my sphincter and reaching my prostate. I moaned my assent, and he probed farther, pushing and pulling and massaging and kneading my insides with his fingers. I was in ecstasy, pushing my ass back to meet his lusting expert touch, moaning, squirming, and my skin on fire with desire. He spit in his hand, rubbed it around his massive dick, and then I felt his dick pushing against my almost-virgin opening. He pushed, and with one move was buried all the way inside. I bit the pillow to keep from screaming as pain surged through me. He kept a small rocking motion, his dick pulsing slightly inside me, his pubes tickling my smooth skin. He pulled me back against him, his chest hair brushing against my back. Such a turn-on that was! The pain was gone then, as pleasure overtook my senses, one of his hands stroking my throbbing dick, the other caressing, lightly pulling and pinching my nipples until both were erect with sensory overload. "Harder," I whispered, and he rolled me over on my stomach, my dick pressed up against my stomach, his balls moving against mine. He pushed his dick as far as he could inside, then pulled out, and slammed it home again. "Faster!" I said, and he increased his speed. I didn't care about the pain, because it felt too damn good, having my ass filled with his huge, achingly thick member. He kept pushing against my prostate, and the feeling kept building, and before I knew it, my balls were achingly close to emptying themselves onto his bed. I hadn't even touched my dick yet! "Fuck yes," I screamed, digging my nails into the sheets, scrunching them up in my hands, pushing back to meet his every thrust. "I'm going to cum!" I moaned, and shot my load against my stomach. Jimmy immediately reached down beneath me and brought a finger to my lips, covered in my boy honey. I greedily sucked it all off as he pulled out, and we moved over. "Eat it up for me," he said. I quickly stuck out my tongue and licked and sucked my cum from his sheets while he continued to pound my ass. Then he pulled out and I rolled over on my back, legs spread. He stroked his dick, then slapped it hard against my balls. The ache as his male firmness met my soft sensitive balls was thrilling, and I finally relaxed, laying back and let him continue doing it. "Harder," I urged, and his dick and my balls made a loud slapping contact. The pain quickly subsided and he did it again. "You're really into this pain too, aren't you?" he laughed as he stroked himself. I nodded as I reached down and wrapped my hand around his balls and massaged them. "Yes," he moaned, "keep doing that and I'm going to cum all over you." I kept it up, pulling, tugging them, rolling them around, until he shuddered, and my chest and stomach was covered in his ball juice. He immediately lay down next to me, ran his fingers through his cum and fed it to me until there was no trace of either of our loads. "You really are a cumslut, aren't you?" he laughed. "Yea, I think I am," I replied. "I love the taste, and can't seem to get enough of it." "Thank goodness there are always plenty of slaves to use so you can satisfy your craving," he said with a chuckle. "Now get some sleep, we have an early day." I cuddled up next to him, my skin still somewhat sticky from our fuck session, and fell asleep almost instantly. The following morning, I was awake before Jimmy, my bladder full and aching for release. After a quick trip to the bathroom, I returned to bed thinking I could sneak back without Jimmy having noticed I was gone. I was wrong. "Morning," he said as he held the covers up for me. I crawled back in and cuddled up next to him, his body radiating such relaxing, wonderful heat. "Let's sleep a bit more, then we'll get up and shower and get ready for your big day." I nodded in agreement, and he slid a hand down between my legs, fingers gently wrapped around my balls. Instant boner, but I managed to ignore my hard-on because I was still super-tired. I don't know how long we slept, but I was awakened by Jimmy kissing my earlobe. "Wake up," he whispered. "We need to get started on our day." I sat up, instantly awake, something that is rare for me. Usually I like to stay curled up under the blanket until the last possible moment. "What are we doing?" "Well, I need to feed the slave," he replied, "so while I'm taking care of that, why don't you go and shower. We're going to go to a friend's house for brunch. After that, who knows," he added with a chuckle as he left the room. I grabbed my bag and headed to the bathroom, only then looking at the clock. 6:54. Damn, I was awake at this hour, and actually functioning? After my shower I headed downstairs, where Mark was eating his breakfast from the dog bowl on the floor. I smelled piss, and realized his kibble must be drenched in it. "Good slave." "Thank you, Master," Mark replied, and lapped at the water in his drinking bowl. "We will discuss the future you may or may not have here upon my return. Until then, I am giving you free reign of this house today," Jimmy said. "However, I will be watching the security tapes when I come home, and if any of my rules are broken, I will triple the punishment for each offense. Is that clear?" "Yes, Master," Mark replied. "Your slave won't let you down, Sir." "Good," he said, turning to me. "Ready?" I nodded. He grabbed his keys from their place by the door, and ushered me out to the car. It is said that until a Master has been a slave, he can never truly be a great Master. The brunch gathering would certainly be the catalyst for my future endeavors; it was there that I learned exactly what it meant to be a slave. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ To be continued... Also be sure to check out the other stories I have on nifty! [1] http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/an-expression-of-love [2] http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/beginnings/life-on-the-road [3] http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/just-between-family [4] http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/little-bro-in-heat