A Horn Dog's Fate Chapter 10

A Horn Dog's Fate

Randy MacAnus

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Chapter 10

It was now Wednesday, and Mike's turn to serve his father. He still didn't know that Charlie had escaped. He assumed his little brother was being used by the servants today. That had been what his father Jason said would happen. Mike entered his father's office, with his wrists attached to the back of his collar, and a one foot chain between his ankle restraints. It took him a long time to get to the office, as he had to shuffle. Mike didn't know if his father had ordered the chain, or if it was just the servants being assholes.

"You're late, boy! That means punishment."

"Sir, the servants put this chain between my ankles, and that really slowed me down."

"No excuses boy! You should have left your room sooner!"

Mike knew better than to keep up the argument. His father had decided there would be punishment. And that was that. The hot sixteen year old knew from experience that continuing to defend himself would only make the punishment worse.

"Yes, Father."

Jason removed the chain between his naked son's legs, and had him spread them as wide as he could. He then attached and adjusted a spreader bar. With his wrists attached to his slave collar, the boy was now helpless to defend himself. That was actually a relief for Mike. Had he been able to defend himself, he might have tried, simply as a reflex. And that would have amped up the punishment big time!

Jason had Mike stand erect, and ordered him not to move or even flinch during his punishment. With his legs spread wide, his substantial cock and balls were hanging nice and low. The father moved behind his son, picked up a flail, and swung it up between the boy's legs and into his junk--hard!

Mike practically bit his tongue from the pain, and let out a grunt. He had expected the blow to hit his ass. Caught off guard, he didn't just flinch. He attempted to pull his legs together, and bent at the waist. It was just what his father was hoping for. The man was still furious and more than a little panicked due to Charlie's escape.

He had known that he might need to sell both of his remaining sons if he was to keep the business afloat. Now he was down to one. Depending on the sale price, it might not be enough, unless he was very lucky and landed a couple of new clients. Jason was afraid. That made him even more dangerous. And he was about to take out his fury on his remaining son. It wouldn't be the first time. Mike didn't know why his father was really furious. The boys had never known what drove the man. But they were always the recipients of his anger.

"You failed to hold your position boy. That's unacceptable. There will be consequences."

Jason attached a leash to his collar, then led his bound and naked 16 year old son to the dungeon. The boy had to waddle to accommodate the spreader bar. Mike knew this was going to be bad. Jason only used the dungeon when there was going to be serious punishment. When they arrived Jason disconnected the boy's wrists from his collar and hooked them to the ceiling chains. He then hooked the hyperventilating teen's ankles to the floor chains, and removed the spreader bar.

Jason pulled the arm chains tight, lifting Mike off the floor by his wrists and leaving him spread-eagled for punishment. The man then tightened the leg chains, spreading Mike's legs as wide as they would go. Jason then inserted a ball gag, and got out the electrodes. He needed to make the boy suffer. His rage and ego required it. But he knew he would probably need to sell the boy soon, and didn't want any bruises or other visible damage.

Mike knew what was coming, and knew he could take it. It's not like this was the first time. And like all the other times, Mike's imagination went into overdrive. And each time the thoughts that went through his head had to do with ways to exact revenge on his father. Mike was much more like his father than his brothers were. He was already a fully developed sociopath. Over the years he had become indifferent to pain. But he felt a seething rage at the humiliation and total loss of control.

Jason placed wired clamps on his nipples, cock head, and balls. He then shoved an un-lubed metal dildo up his son's ass. Mike let out a small grunt on that one. Usually he was punished with a flail. But he had gone through the electric shocks in the past, and knew what to expect. The problem for Jason was that Mike had become indifferent to pain. That significantly reduced his satisfaction when torturing the boy. As a result, Mike had not received as much punishment as his brothers.

Jack had been the most responsive. Jason had actually had a couple of hands-free orgasms punishing Jack. That was never going to happen with Mike. Jason actually admired Mike's ability with withstand the pain silently. But he derived little satisfaction as a result. After an hour of electric shocks, Jason was more frustrated than he'd been at the beginning. Mike simply took it with no significant reaction. Not unusual for a Sociopath, but Jason didn't know that's what he and Mike were. It never occurred to Jason that there was anything wrong with his behavior.

Jason released his son, and ordered him to wait in his office. Jason didn't see the boy's evil smile. Jason shackled Mike's legs before he released him, but hadn't cuffed his wrists to the back of his collar. An oversight that would cost him. Jason had worked up a sweat in his effort to get Mike to respond to the torture. He needed a shower, so returned to his bedroom suite on the upper floor.

Mike shuffled to his father's office and sat down at the man's desk. Jason was meticulous about most things, but sloppy about the security of his computer. He'd been an easy mark for The Boss. And he was about to become an easy mark for his son. Mike was looking for information he could use to guarantee that Charlie would be the one sold. He also wanted to find information he could use against his father.

If he was sold, he wanted to be able to destroy the man. And Mike had little doubt that The Boss would be more than happy to take that information and bring his father down. And if possible he wanted to get his father to stop fucking him--or at least stop giving him to the servants! Mike had no idea what he was looking for, so he just browsed. Mostly boring business stuff at first. But then he realized what he was now looking at. It became clear from the company books that the business was in deep trouble financially. There was a small overall profit the previous year, but for some reason there had been heavy negative cash flow since. Clients weren't paying--at least, not on time, or the total amount due.

His father couldn't afford to lose any clients, so he hadn't been able to pressure anyone. And legal action to collect would be expensive and time consuming. The problem had started with the divorce. His mother had cleaned out all the cash accounts. No wonder his father wanted to sell Jack! But that money had run out. Jason would be bankrupt before the end of the month, if he didn't sell another son. This contest wasn't going to last through the summer. It might not last the week!

Well, that explained his father's anger, and the punishment he'd just received. But even if he sold another son, it probably wouldn't be enough. Ultimately, he'd have to sell both, if he couldn't get his clients to pay. And even that might not save the business. So even if he wasn't sold, there would be nothing for Mike to inherit. He was going through all this for nothing! Well, not nothing. By the time The Boss bought him, he'd be a well trained sex slave. Mike was not amused. He needed to talk to Charlie.

It was Charlie's day to be fucked by the servants. They hadn't been in the dungeon, so they probably had him in the servant's quarters. Mike had been told to wait in the office. Normally his father's word was law. But Jason, though he didn't know it yet, had just lost all control over his son. Mike left the office and headed for the servants' quarters. They were likely in the large common room they used when they were off duty.

When Mike walked in the servants were just sitting around watching TV and playing video games. They didn't notice him when he walked in.

"What the hell?! How come you guys aren't fucking Charlie?!"

The startled servants turned around, saw the naked teen stud standing there and jumped out of their seats."

"Where's your father?"

"Upstairs taking a shower. Where's my brother?"

"He's gonna figure it out. Might as well tell him."

"Okay, kid. We'll tell you what's going on, but you have to promise never to tell your father about us telling you. It would mean holy hell for all of us--you included!"

"Deal. What's going on?"

"Charlie ran off, that first day, when you were getting fucked by your father. No one has seen him since."

"How? He was buck naked and collared!"

"Show him the video."

The servants pulled up the security video of Charlie's escape. Mike was stunned. But he had to hand it to his little brother. It took balls to do that. Especially stark naked! Mike guessed The Boss had him. But it didn't matter. What did matter was that his father didn't have him. And that meant Mike would be sold. The only satisfaction for Mike was knowing that it wouldn't be enough money. His father would still be bankrupt in weeks. Unless, Mike could make it happen sooner!

"Thank you for showing me this. I figure I owe you some information now. My dad will be bankrupt within weeks, even if he sells me. And I don't doubt he will sell me. That also means that within a few weeks you guys will all be out of a job. And you won't see another cent in salary. Certainly not a severance check. I want that bastard brought down, and I want him brought down hard. Interested?"

The men looked at each other, then looked back to Mike. There were evil smiles all around.

"What do you have in mind?"

"I can't escape like Charlie with my legs shackled, and you can't afford to set me free, even if you have a key. My father would commit mass murder. If my dad follows his usual habits he'll lie down for an hour or two before he comes back down. Time enough for all of you to pack up your stuff, and all of us to get into the utility van. It doesn't have windows and the security guys never check it when it's going out."

"How do we know you're not just setting us up to help you escape? How do we know your father's going bankrupt?"

"I could take you to the office and show you the books, but that would waste time. But I know how to prove it to you."

"How's that?"

"No matter what I'm being sold to The Boss if I stay. That's obvious with Charlie gone. The only thing left for me is to destroy my father. So don't release my restraints. Take me with you naked and shackled. If you take me to The Boss, he'll pay you instead of my father. That will be your severance package. It might not be much. You won't be in a strong position to negotiate, though by all means try. The one thing I want you to negotiate for me, is that The Boss will take my father, one way or another, and enslave him as well. And at least once, I get to fuck him!"

The servants looked at each other. They gathered away from Mike and had a brief discussion. Without another word being spoken, Mike was hustled off to the van by two servants as the rest of the servants went upstairs to pack. When the first group came down to the van the rest went to pack.

"Until we sell you to The Boss, you are now our slave. We'll be driving around in the van, while you're being spit-roasted one last time before we sell you. Understood?"

Mike had a disgusted expression on his face. He hadn't figured on this. But he had no way to stop them. And as long as he got what he wanted, he didn't really care. He'd likely be servicing men for the rest of his life, so what difference would it make?

"Just be careful with me and don't leave any marks. The Boss will be looking for any excuse to lower my price."

The men agreed. They'd have their fun, then clean him up. Mike and the six servants piled into the van and headed out. Security just raised the gate for them. Once out on the street, Mike was lowered to his hands and knees, and the four men in the back took turns spit-roasting him. If it hadn't been them, it would have been his father, and he still would have been sold.

Mike could hear the negotiations going on in the front. Someone was on the phone with The Boss. By the time the deal was done, he'd been fucked four times in each end. The van pulled over, and the two servants in the front came into the back. Two more fucks in each end, before they took the boy to a sleazy gas station, snuck him into a bathroom with an outdoor entrance that had seen better days. They thoroughly cleaned him up and cleaned him out. They got him back into the van without being seen. Once there, they reattached his wrists to the back of his slave collar and headed for the compound of The Boss.

They were expected. The guards let the van in, after inspecting it's contents. Mike was picked up by one of the bigger guards and carried inside, as the six servants were led up to the office. The Boss was waiting. The servants were surprised when the guards didn't leave. There were twelve of them. Maybe The Boss felt he needed protection?

"My men have inspected the slave. He's been recently gang fucked. You cleaned him up, but there's no mistaking that raw butt hole. We reached a deal on the phone. And I told you then that I considered him my property from that point on. You used him anyway. You reneged on our agreement. You betrayed my trust. I punish people who do that. Rather than kill you, I've decided that my men will use the six of you, the way you used my property. They will report to me. If you do an excellent job pleasing them, I may even pay you, as agreed. If you disappoint my men, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"

The servants looked around at the twelve large black men surrounding them. There wasn't one who was under six foot two. All of them were fit and muscular. There was no way the servants were leaving this compound without submitting to these men. In fact, if they failed to please, who knew if they would ever leave?"

"Strip."

The servants looked at each other briefly--then they obeyed. Their clothes were collected and taken out of the room. Each was collared and shackled, before being brought over to the shower area to have all their body and facial hair removed. The Boss neglected to mention the removal was permanent--not that it would have mattered. They would obey every command they were given. They even stood still as their cock cages were installed. It helped that they had spent all of their adult lives as servants. Obedience came naturally to them. Jason had actually fucked every one of them at one time or another. That's why he always had hot servants in their late teens or twenties, who couldn't get work elsewhere.

Once all six had their body and facial hair removed, they were taken to the barracks for the security team. It seemed there were a lot more than twelve. The servants were going to be very busy for who knows how long. Each servant was led to a fuck bench and strapped down. Both their asses and their mouths were in an ideal position for use.

Apparently, they were not the first fuck toys for these big men. As the security men didn't want cum stains on their uniforms they all stripped. The servants were in awe of the magnificent specimens before them. And it seemed a large cock was a job requirement!

The first twelve men stepped forward and entered the bitches in front of them. And the servants did their very best to please.

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