Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2022 04:57:31 +0100 From: Chained Eq Subject: Becoming TPE Property Chapter 4 Caging I was awoken jarringly the next morning, the lights came on and MASTER blared a loud airhorn. "UP SLAVE!" MASTER shouted. "On your feet!" MASTER was wearing a button up shirt, untucked, with jeans and bare feet. "Yes MASTER," I answered, sliding my shackled feet off the side of the cot awkwardly. "STAND FACING THE WALL!" "Yes MASTER," I replied turning towards the back of the cell where to toilet was. The cell door was slid open and MASTER stepped in. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head backwards, and began running his hand down my still tender backside. When he got to my ass he gave it a firm smack. "Ah!" I exclaimed. He turned me around and led me out of the cell my shackled feet shuffling along the floor. He set the metal dog food and water bowls on the ground, filing the latter with water from a pitcher and then dumping a slice of prison loaf into the former. He whipped his cock out of his shorts and picked up the prison loaf bowl and let out a liberal stream of piss into it, filling the water level to about the top of the loaf, soaking it in his piss. "Today you will not only eat all of the loaf in the bowl, but you will drink all of the piss, is that understood." "Yes MASTER." He put it back on the floor and I started in on the loaf. I was pretty hungry and overcame my disgust at it being soaked in MASTERS piss to snarf the loaf down. It was a bit challenging eating with my face only, hands still bound behind my back, but I got it done. Once I had eaten all of the soggy loaf I started slurping up the piss. I'd already consumed plenty of MASTERS piss diluted in water but this was the first time I'd consumed it raw. It didn't taste great, but not as bad as I'd thought actually, I just slurped it up as quickly as possible and then drank some water. "Good slave!" Master commented. "You made quick work of that!" "Thank you MASTER!" MASTER then released my shackles and cuffs and padlocked a chain around my neck. "You have 20 minutes to use the toilet, brush your teeth, give yourself and enema, and shower, can you handle that boy?" "Yes MASTER I replied." "I'll leave you to it then," He said, walking out of the dungeon and closing the door behind him. It was tight, but I took my morning dump, gave myself an enema, brushed my teeth and took a shower. I was still dripping wet when heard MASTERS voice over a loudspeaker. "Now stand boy, feet shoulder width apart, hands behind your head," I did as he instructed. "When you say stand, this is the position you will take, is that understood slave?" "Yes MASTER." "I'll teach you other positions later, there are six basic positions I want you to learn and I'll expect you to take them on command. For now I'll give you an hour to stand there and drip dry." Yes MASTER." I was kinda cold and shivering being wet, and would have loved to have a towel, but like most luxuries most take for granted, this too would be denied me often as a slave. This was a different kind of challenge. I'd already spent countless hours in uncomfortable standing positions, either in the pillory, or strung up like I was yesterday. But now I wasn't in bondage, well, besides my neck being chained to the wall. But I had to stand here none the less. I did so of course out of fear of punishment, which I knew would be severe if I disobeyed MASTER, but also now out of increasing loyalty to him. I was started to feel more like a slave every moment, wanting to obey and please him no mater what. As I thought about this my cock started to get hard in spite of my discomfort. About an hour later he came back down, I was mostly dry at this point. "Well slave, I've got a little bit of time before I meet with a client so I'm going to train you for a bit in basic slave positions." "Yes MASTER," I replied "This position you've been holding to drip dry is called stand, any time I order stand, I want you just as you are now, feet just over shoulder width apart, hands behind head, back straight, but eyes slightly down, you will never look your master in the eye unless I order you do, is that understood slave?" "Yes MASTER." "Good boy," He said, unlocking my neck chain from the eyebolt in the wall. He led me over to the rubber mat in front of the armchair. I kept my hands behind my head as I was led over, he hadn't told me to, but it seemed like the right thing to do. He then re-padlocked the chain to an eyebolt on that section of the wall. "The next command is kneel," He instructed. "Kneel is similar to stand only you will be on your knees, which will be shoulder width apart, back straight, hands behind head, eyes towards the ground, but neck strait. Kneel boy!" "Yes MASTER," I replied, quickly getting to my knees in a jerky motion. "Good boy, one thing though. I want you to transition between your slave positions gracefully. Quickly, but gracefully, no jerky movements. One of your main functions is to be eye candy, to be pleasing for your master to look at and also to give your master pride in displaying in front of others, is that understood boy? "Yes MASTER," I replied, my cock was now going quite hard and I watched MASTER pick up a riding crop. "Your little problem has manifested itself again I see slave," He said raising the crop and hitting my simi hard cock with it a couple times, which elicited a whimper from me. "Don't worry slave, we're going to rectify that problem for you tonight. "Yes MASTER." "Your next position will be Wait. Lower your buttocks to your heels, back strait, rest your wrists on you thighs palms up. "Yes MASTER," I replied, assuming this new position. Using the riding crop he tapped me here and there correcting my position, back a little straighter and so on, but for the most part he seemed pretty satisfied with my performance of this position. "The next position I want you to learn is Fours," MASTER instructed. "This position is pretty simple, get on all fours like an animal. Knees will again be slightly wider than shoulder width apart. And yeah down. Fours boy!" "Yes MASTER," I replied, remembering to smoothly transition one hand at a time, chest coming forward till I was on all fours. MASTER again gave me some taps with the riding crop and instruction but for the most part he seemed satisfied. "Next you will learn greet boy. I want your palms on the floor out to your sides in an almost pushup position, thighs against your calves. Assume Greet boy! "Yes MASTER," I responded, again working to smoothly transition to this new position. Once there as before MASTER gave me some corrective taps with the riding crop but was mostly satisfied. My cock was now hard as a rock, I LOVED this. I felt so exposed, and submissive. I felt like I was becoming his devoted property more and more each second. "This will be the default position you will assume when you are greeting me after being gone, or entering the room or whatever." MASTER explained. For example, when you enter service in my household I will probably message you when I'm on my way home, at that point you will assume the greet position and hold it until I get home and order you to do something else. Also, when I enter this dungeon I want you to assume the greet position any time you're not in some other bondage or restraint that prevents it, is that understood slave?" "Yes MASTER," I responded. "The next I will train you on is Beg. This is similar to Greet, but I want your palms next to each other on the floor straight in front of you, face just about kissing the floor. Beg! "Yes MASTER," I responded, transitioning my palms in front of me and my head to the floor. "And now for your final position," MASTER instructed. "This will be ground. "I want your body to make and X shape on the floor, hands above head, feet to the side, I want all of your body on the floor, expect for you ass with will be up a bit. I'll occasionally use this position to display or punish your backside. Ground!" "Yes MASTER," I responded, transitioning to the Ground position as instructed. Now that I had done all all seven positions Had had me run though them several times, sometimes having me hold one for a while, we continued this exercise for roughly half hour to 45 minutes. "Well boy, It's about time for my meeting so I'll leave you for now, assume Wait!" "Yes MASTER," I replied, transitioning from my last position which had been stand down to the Wait position, wrists on my thighs, palms up. MASTER then simply walked out of the dungeon, closing and locking the door behind him. I sat there, holding that position for I'm not sure exactly how long, probably a good hour and a half. Holding that position got tiring quickly, but I held it partially out of fear of punishment, but also growing devotion to my master. If he wanted me to hold this position I would hold it as long as he wanted, till my body gave out, I was his property and this was how I served him. FINALLY MASTER entered the room he circled me a coupe times, giving me a couple almost playful swats with the crop and then ordered me to the standing position, which I did, hands behind my head. "Good boy," MASTER complimented. I kept glancing at you with my webcam during my meeting expecting you to lose discipline and falter, for that I'd have punished you of course, but you held the position. "Thank you MASTER." "Your welcome boy," He responded. "I've got some work to do today so I think I'll store you in the pillory." Shit I was tired of the pillory, how many long boring hours had I spent locked in that thing now? Oh well, I was his slave and this was what I wanted. I complied as he led me over to it and locked me in place. "It's Friday and I've got some friends coming over tonight," MASTER said. "We're going to among other things get that cock in a cage where it belongs. Oh, and I guess I'll leave you blindfolded today as well," MASTER said putting the blindfold over my eyes. As usual the hours drug on, on one hand I was uncomfortable, bord, and tired of standing like this. But then I'd remember that I was helpless and suffering at the hands of my master and start to get hard at my situation. I then considered that I soon would not be able to get hard at all and that kinda excited me. How is it that the idea of being denied erection and organum made me horny as hell? After some hours I heard footsteps and voices upstairs and also started to smell food, really good food. Later I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, 2-3 sets of them and heard the door open. And people walked into the room, two were wearing shoes, one was barefoot. They quickly stepped over to me. "He is a fine piece of slave meat Ian, you weren't exaggerating!" One voice said. "Where did you say you found him?" "He responded to my Recon profile," MASTER replied. "Pics and all. I drove down to LA last month and gave him a trial session, then picked him up a week ago." Was my MASTERs name Ian? I had never asked. "Those are some really nice marks on his back and ass, you must have beat him recently," Another voice said. A couple sets of hands were now running all over me, inspecting me like a farm animal or something. This was the first time someone other than my master had touched me, I had no say in the matter. They were basically talking about me like I wasn't there, or I was a dumb animal that couldn't understand. It was also like one guy showing his friends a new toy, like "check out my new boat!" Or whatever. I really was property to them. "I broke him in with the bullwhip a little last night," MASTER responded. "A little?" The other voice responded. "I see hardly a place on the poor boys backside that isn't purple! How did he take it." "Oh he screamed and thrashed and cried as you would expect, he never demanded that I stop though, stayed obedient. I have a good feeling about this boy, he still needs lots of training of course, but he is very dedicated and obedient." I felt pride at MASTER describing me in this way and also horney at being treated like a piece of livestock and I began to get hard. "I see why you need the cage for him," The first voice said. "Little fuckers pops a boner at the drop of a hat!" "Indeed," MASTER replied. "That needs to be rectified quickly." "Well my boy probably has dinner prepared, shall we?" The other guy asked. "Yes I'm starving!" MASTER replied. And up they went. It smelled like that food and I started to notice how hungry I was. In all likelihood all I had to look forward to was more prison loaf. After a while I heard more footsteps on the stairs and the door opened again. MASTER released me from the pillory and ordered me to the Greet position, still blindfolded I carefully getting down on my knees with my head bowed respectfully. MASTER removed my blindfold and I blinked in the sudden light. He let me kneel there for a couple minutes till my eyes adjusted. "Stand boy," MASTER commanded and I obeyed, coming to my standing position, hands behind head eyes lowered. "Now that your eyes are adjusted you may raise your head and meet my friends." I looked up. Standing in front of me were four people, two clothed, and two naked and collared. There was a black guy, maybe late 30s to early 40s, he was fairly thin, to slightly muscular. He wore an untucked button up shirt and jeans. He was holding the leash of a naked slave, a white guy maybe the same age, or a little younger than he. The slave had a steel collar, wrist and ankle manacles and a metal chastity cage on his cock. Like me, he was either shaved, or hairless head to toe, unlike me he was also shaved or balled on his head. He had a nice somewhat muscular build, quite attractive. He also had black and blue whip marks cris crossing his chest and belly, I couldn't see his backside, but his front had clearly been beaten badly. Next to this pair was a white guy, maybe 30, in shorts and T-shirt, he held the leash of another slave, a southeast Asian boy, maybe my age or a little older, early 20s at most. This boy, like me was very slim and not at all muscular lean and boyish, also like me completely hairless other than a his head which was cut mid-length. Like the other slave he wore a steel collar, wrist ankle manacles, and a metal chastity device. "Everyone, meet slave zack," MASTER said. "Slave zack, meet Master Ben and his slave oliver." He said motioning to the black master and his slave. Master Ben and slave oliver both nodded. "And meet Master Andrew, and his slave, panit," Both Master Andrew and slave panit nodded. "Nice to meet you Sirs." I said, hoping that that was allowed. "One of Master Ben many talents is he is a blacksmith and toy maker, owns a toy shop down the street," MASTER said. "He's brought a cage for you to solve your little erection problem, what do you say boy?" "Ah, thank you Master Ben," I responded. "Shall I get him strapped down to the table?" MASTER Asked? There was a general nod of agreement. MASTER grabbed me by the hair and led me towards the table at the other end of the room. "On your back, on the table, spread-eagled." MASTER commanded. MASTER and Master Ben stepped up to the table and started putting leather wrist and ankle cuffs on me, they than attached the cuffs to chain, chaining me to all four points of the table, the restrains were quite tight, and I had little room to move. They also set a little pillow between my legs. "This next part will actually be quite pleasurable for you boy, that is until it's not," MASTER informed. "Master Andrew has agreed to let me borrow slave panit here to drain your balls in preparation for chastity. slave panit is a master cocksucker, and his blowjobs are some of the most pleasurable in the world. I want you to observe what he does and learn from him as I want a slave of my own who can give that much pleasure, is that understood?" "Yes MASTER," I replied, hardly believing that I was actually going to get sucked off by another slave. "Get to it slave panit," MASTER ordered. "Yes SIR!" Slave panit replied. Slave panit climbed up onto the table, putting his knees on the pillow between my legs and bending over. My cock was already rock hard as slave panit put it in his mouth. "When you start getting close to cumming I want you to shake you head," MASTER said. "You will NOT cum without my permission, is that understood boy?" "Yes MASTER," I replied. "You may begin." It was instant pleasure, slave panit swirled is tongue around the head of my cock, and worked his mouth up and down my shaft deep-throating me well past where most people would gag. It didn't take long before I was on the verge of cuming, which I wanted to desperately, but I knew MASTER would be very displeased if I did so so I shook me head. Slave panit stopped immediately as I came back from the edge of the falls. A moment or two later he continued. "Good boy," MASTER said. . Slave panit resumed his work. If you've never been blown by a beautiful twink, who happens to be an expert cocksocker you're missing out. For me it was a once in a lifetime experience, the only blowjob I've ever received actually, but it almost makes me wish I'd become a master instead of a slave, it was heaven. Several more times slave panit brought me right to the edge and I would shake my head. My balls now ached to cum, it was half ecstasy, half torment. "This time you may cum slave zack," MASTER said. "Slave panit make sure you pull back just enough so we see him shoot his load into your mouth; slave zack, I want you to nod your head right before you cum." "Yes SIR," slave panit replied. "Yes MASTER," I replied. Slave panit was now using his hands some on the shaft of my cock, and I was on the verge of exploding. Just before I went over the falls I nodded my head and slave panit pulled back, finishing me off with a pump or two on my shaft with his hands. I exploded with probably the most powerful orgasm I'd ever experienced, weeks of pent up frustration shooting out. I'd have probably shot three feet into the air if not for slave panits mouth, instead my load hit the back of his mouth with some force, spirt after spirt, probably a good four spirts before the rest came out as a running dribble. Slave panit was on the spot positioning his mouth under my cock so that my cum ran into it and was not wasted, but still letting the Masters get a good show. With the last of my cum eaten by slave panit, he moved back away from my cock and went into a Sit position between my feet, then MASTER stepped forward. "You probably won't like this part as much boy," MASTER said. MASTER then grabbed ahold of my cock and started rubbing the tip of it with the palm of his hand, masturbating me roughly. I had just cum, the last thing I wanted was more stimulation! I was instantly writhing against my restraints to this new torture, the moment you cum the last thing you want is more simulation, and I was desperate for it to stop, but it didn't, he kept going and going. At one point he picked up a toothbrush and started rubbing it on the head of my dick. "Ah! Oh, SHIT!" I yelled, writhing and jerking. "Mind if we give him some tickle torture?" Master Ben asked. Master Ben and Master Andrew were standing to the side observing and stroking their crotches. Slave oliver was next to them in the Stand position, hands behind his head, eyes lowered. "Sure," MASTER replied. Master Ben walked to the head of the table and started ticking my chest and armpits, Master Andrew started tickling my feet. Now I had all kinds of strong sensations to deal with, I was giggling and writhing all over. Nothing I was experiencing was painful, per say, but it was completely intense and overpowering, and I was helpless to do anything about it. My penis was now completely flaccid, but MASTER kept at it, rubbing the head of it on the palm of his hand, I was a complete mess, jerking this way and that against my chains. After some time I did finally start to get hard again, Masters Ben and Andrew stopped tickling me and my cock stimulation was switched from MASTERs torture to slave panit's mouth. After some time I was rock hard and on the edge of cumming again, but I had again been instructed to shake my head before I went over the falls. I was edged a couple times, and then after being given permission I came into slave panit's mouth again. The ejaculation was less forceful and with less cum this time, just a little spirt and then some dribbling. I was now totally drained and exhausted, and my erection was slowly subsiding. I heard MASTER start filling up a bucket with water and had a bad feeling I knew what was coming next. SPLASH! And I was soaked in water. MASTER filled another bucked and SPLASH! Again, more water. And then a third, and a forth. I was quickly shivering under this new form of torture. "That will help get his erection under control," MASTER said. The other two Masters laughed sadisticly. All the same they gave me a good amount of time to get really soft, and then the other two slaves started to towel me dry. Once I was dry Master Ben brought over some kind of medical kit and opened it up. He put on medical gloves and then started applying some kind of ointment to my dick. "Antibiotic ointment," Master Ben explained. "We're going to give you a Prince Albert piercing today, this will enable a small padlock to be attached to the end of your dick to render pulling out of the chastity cage impossible. My slave, and Master Andrews slaves both have them as well. " I looked over and sure enough, slaves oliver and panit each now holding the Stand position had a padlock running out of a hole in their shafts, thru the piss slit, and around the bars of their chastity cages. I also noticed that these cages were not like your typical CB-3000 or whatever, they were small, just big enough to encase the cock tightly when it is flaccid, but leaving no room to grow, they were also constructed of the finest polished stainless steel. They were serious cages, made for long-term wear. "I have good news and bad news for you boy," Master Ben informed. "The good news is I'm very experienced at this, I've done lots of slave piercings in various places on the body in my shop, so you need not worry about me messing this up. The bad news is that part of this will be uncomfortable to a bit painful, and the other part will be quite painful, but you're a brave masochist some I'm sure you will do just fine, right boy?" "Yes SIR," I replied, trembling a bit all the same. "Very well, let's begin," Master Ben said. He pulled out a little plastic tube, and applied some lubricant to it before holding my dick and inserting it into my piss slit. This was a new sensation to me as I'd never had anything put up there before and I squirmed just a bit. He then pulled out the needle, it was the biggest, that is widest diameter needle I'd ever seen! "A conventional PA pricing starts with a smaller needle and then you work up to wider diameter things," Master Ben informed. "However, since we're in a hurry, and since we're sadists dealing with masochists, we've found ways to make this process go much faster. Typically it would take weeks of healing for you to be locked with a PA, we're going to lock you up tonight!" "Yes SIR," I responded. He found a spot, just a little behind the head of my penis on the bottom of the shaft and stabbed the needle in, pushing it through the flesh till it made contact with the plastic tube inside the shaft. This did hurt some and I winced, but stayed composed. He then used a pair of pliers to pick up a small metal bar, about the same diameter as the needle, maybe slightly wider and with his other hand picked up a butane torch pulling the trigger to light the flame. He then held the bar to the flame, making it hotter and hotter till it was glowing red. I didn't like where this was going at all! Letting off the trigger to extinguish the flame, Master Ben set the butane torch down on the table and grabbed my dick with his other hand. "You mind pulling the needle out of him Ian?" He asked MASTER. "Gladly," MASTER responded. MASTER pulled the needle out, which again hurt a bit, but the pain was manageable. I was more concerned about what was to come. "This will cauterize the wound," Master Ben explained. "This will skip most of the healing process and allow us to get you locked up tonight. I'm sorry to say though, this part is quite painful." And with that he started to move the glowing hot metal bar closer and closer to my penis. "OH SHIT!" I exclaimed, unable to control myself. "Just breath boy," MASTER instructed. He actually put his hand on my forehead and and began stroking my hair to comfort me. The bar made contact with my newly pierced flesh with a distinctive hiss. The pain was instant and incredible as Master Ben bore deeper into the flesh. "AHHH! FUUUCK!" I screamed, loosing all self control. I jerked and thrashed at my chains like a wild animal! He didn't pull it right out either, he held it in there for a few seconds, throughly burning into the tender flesh. It was agony! A little bit of smoke came up as my flesh burned. As Master Ben withdrew the bar MASTER continued to stroke my forehead. "Good boy!" He said. "You actually took that pretty well." "Thank you MASTER," I replied. Master Ben then applied some burn cream to a Q-Tip and pushed the Q-Tip into the piercing, this again hurt some. He also applied burn cream around the perimeter of the piercing. "I'd have him give the pricing a good wash with a sponge and soap and water once a day and then re-apply burn cream," Master Ben informed. "However, you can keep him locked up, and even if you do let him out of chastity for some reason the first month I'd put a ring in instead, make sure something is in there for any length of time from here out so it doesn't close up. MASTER nodded. Do you want to do the honors Ian?" Master Ben asked MASTER. "Yes, thank you!" MASTER responded. Master Ben handed MASTER a stainless steel metal ring that had some kind of locking mechanism on top; two oval shaped holes that were aligned horizontally. Master put each of my balls though, one at a time. He then put my tender cock through as well. Now the ring fully, and highly encased the base of my cock and balls. Master Ben then handed MASTER the cage, it was a beautiful thing, made of shiny stainless steel. MASTER held it up and then brought it down to my cock and pushed my cock into it. It was a perfect fit all bars of the cage touched my cock, but didn't press into it, however there was also no room to grow erect. The cage also had a ridge that protruded inwards a bit, behind the head of the dick, making it even more difficult to pull out. Master Ben handed MASTER a keyring with two keys, one was fairly small, the other kinda long, with some sort of oval shaped metal around it, and I bit at the end with an indentation. MASTER slid the key and this bar into the locking mechanism on the cage and ring, once fully in he turned the key and withdrew. The cage was now locked in place. Next Master Ben handed MASTER a small padlock which was open. He put the open end behind one bar of the cage and pushed it into the still tender PA piercing, this of course caused more pain. He ran it up the shaft and out the head of the dick, then closed the lock so that the PA was locked to the bar. I was now fully locked! "May I see the keys for a moment?" Master Ben asked MASTER. "Certainly," MASTER replied. Master Ben took the keychain and pulled a thin golden neck chain out of his pocket. He threaded the keychain around the neck chain and turned to MASTER. "I'd like to congratulate you on acquiring this beautiful slaveboy and locking his cock, I now present you with the keys!" Master Ben said. And with some ceremony he put the chain over MASTERs neck. Master Andrew and the two other slaves clapped a round of applause (I guess they had been given prior permission to break their rest positions and applaud). I was now a locked slave and MASTER was my key holder!