Alter story

The next few days passed without much disturbance, in nearly total solitude with his own thoughts, mind the red light of the camera. To be fair, Nicky felt like shit, but his Masters gave him some time to pull himself together, to heal and think. Mistress came by every six or so hours, which helped him to keep track of time, she brought him pills, water, food, gave injections and salved the wounds. Every time, without unnecessary talking, Nicky would politely greet her, thank her and say goodbye, the rest of days he would spend sleeping. And, of course, thinking. It became clear to him, that there was no point in resisting, it would only complicate his life. He could only ease his suffering. And he could only do that by completely throwing away his dignity, no matter how hard it was. He needed strength to escape this place. He suspected that the things that had previously happened - was a mere child play, the real action would be still ahead. And he was scared of such thoughts. And even scarier was the fact that he had cum because of all the things they did to him. He felt unbearably scared and disgusted with himself. On the other hand, he had never felt anything like that before. And no way he would do that again. The price for that was too high. Although, he knew that there was no place for his desires, if the Masters wanted his ass be torn to pieces – it would be, if they wanted him to cum – he would cum. They got the power over his tears, his smiles, his screams, all over him. They didn’t lie about it. The pain subsided, he got better, the drugs Mistress gave him were doing their work. The fever had dropped, all his bruises from beating and marks from the crop slowly went away. Only his ruined asshole was bothering him. Mistress would bring tampons soaked in salve, and the only moments he could go to the toilet, were when his ass was free of them (which was a rather painful procedure), with tears in his eyes. Sometimes it was more painful than normal, but in time, his hole would bother him less and less.

He was treated well, and he was grateful to his Mistress, since he had never expected it. But he knew, that they didn't want their toy to be broken so quickly, and as soon he would recover, they would proceed having “fun” with him. And how much time he would recover after that was a mystery, if they even let him to.

But the next two times the woman didn’t come to the appointments, and Nicky realized, that his medication course had come to an end, and now he needed to man up, so he could contain all his anger, abstain from crying, avoid provoking his Masters, and stay alive until he have the opportunity to escape. And roughly 15 hours from Mistress’ last visit, he heard the door being unlocked with a key.

Nicky tried to get on his knees, tangling himself up in the leash chain. Finally, he stood and lowered his head, he got used to greet his Masters without any reminders.

- Greetings, Mistress, - he said obediently, trying his best that he had no interest in starting a scene. An obedient bitch at its best, if they wanted to see him like this, he would be like this. In order to cope with his predicament, he decided to assume that it was just a role to play. A psychological gimmick for himself.

- Hello, bitch! - Mistress responded cheerfully. - How was your day? Got bored?

- Just like yesterday, but two things were unordinary for me, Mistress.

- Yea-ah, - the woman stretched with a curious tone, she had never got such proactive and open answer to such a standard question. - And what are these things?

- The first thing is that you’ve been missing for fifteen hours, that means I’m recovered, and the second one... I decided... - Nicky began stumbling.

- You? Decided?! - Mistress cut him off. She was outraged by the bitch’s sole ability to make decisions. - You have no right to decide.

- I’m sorry, Mistress, but you are mistaking, the only thing left for me to decide is that I don’t want any more pain, that I don't want to get you mad, so... (“I’m leaving” - Nicky wanted to say it so he could laugh at his Mistress’ face, but, of course, it wasn’t a part of his plan)... so I will listen to whatever you say, and do whatever you want me to do, without any resistance.

- Mmm, - Mistress purred, lighting a cigarette, leaning on the wall. - So, what shall I think of this... - the woman blew clouds of smoke, hesitating. - Shall I believe you, that you such a Prim and Propper boy, or that you only want to cozy-up, maybe you think that we will treat you less harsh, our whips will be softer, that we will let our guard down, so you could escape?

Nicky went silent, he didn't expect such a turn of events, and he wasn't ready for such questions.

- Quiet, aren't you? That means I hit the mark somewhere beside the Prim and Propper part. So, listen, it’s nice and dandy being cozied-up, but it doesn't make much for the sweet talker, the whips won’t get any softer, the only thing you could do to ease your punishments – is to behave, but rest assured, you will get your daily batch; and there is no way you could escape, we have everything under control, c'est la vie, baby. We’re better than Shawshank, it’s winter outside, and miles of forest. I hope that you got the idea, and I won’t hear such insolence from you anymore.

- Yes, Mistress, forgive me.

Total failure, these words were spinning in Nicky's mind as Mistress was undoing the chain from the brace. In the meantime, the sound of footsteps came from the corridor, and Master entered the room. Nicky hadn’t seen him since that day, and for the time being, he got used to the woman, despite her constant mocking, but he still was afraid of his Master, that could easily smack him in his jaw for any small thing imaginable. Afraid so hard, he couldn’t help but shudder in his presence. He glanced on his shoes and jeans, quickly peeked on his face, but instantly averted his yes, afraid of being caught. He tried to squeeze out the words of greeting, but it seemed they got stuck in his throat.

- What’s up, you stitched up butt! - Master took him by the hair and said these words directly at his face. Nicky automatically grabbed his arms with his hands, but quickly left them be, as he saw the sparks in his Master’s eyes. Nicky didn’t want giving them a reason. Although, he already gave two. And he was offended to his tears by his words, they hurt him so unpleasantly. So here he was, crying after Master’s first words, although he promised to himself that he won’t shed a tear.

- Greetings, Master, - Nicky finally managed to say. - Please forgive me, Master.

With a sharp move, Master raised his hand for a slap, Nicky raised his hands to protect his face, he shrank, waiting for the hit, but there were nowhere he could escape, so firm was his Master’s grasp. But there was none, Master took Nicky’s hands away from his face, tilted the hair away and began observing it, it was difficult to say if he took pleasure in seeing the fear in his eyes, or if he evaluated how the bruises healed. It turned out, Nicky was looking directly in his eyes, and as soon as he realized that, he instantly looked somewhere else, but he managed to see the mockingly joyful sparks.

- Ahah, - Master laughed uncertainly, casting the bitch away with a jolt. - On your fours, bastard, and keep behind me! - as Nicky was getting on his fours, Master took the chain from Mistress’ hands and headed to the corridor, the bitch had nothing to do but to follow.

 

They quickly got to the now familiar hall but went to its farthest corner, to the apparently freshly brought shower cabin.

- You like that, bitch?

- Yes, Master, - Nicky wasn’t lying, the cabin looked amazing and promised a proper hot shower, although he was unsure if there would be any surprises inside, or if his Masters would even let him there. Master crouched in front of Nicky.

- Give me your arm, puppy!

Nicky obediently gave him his right hand, deciding that he would rather be offended than beaten for misbehaving. Master clicked a lock, and the leather brace came off the bitch's arm.

- Another one! - ordered Master, and then he undone the leather braces from his ankles, and to topped that with a smack on Nicky’s butt. After that, he led him to the cabin and ordered to come in, attaching the end of the chain to another brace on the wall outside the cabin, but Nicky had plenty of room for movement. He still could not believe in a real shower in such place. He observed all the bottles with shampoos, shower gels, creams and other stuff.

- You have half an hour, there is the depilatory cream and all the other stuff, so get yourself cleaned up.

- Yes, Master, thank you, - Nicky said to now leaving Master.

The next 10 minutes he just stayed in the hot shower, enjoying the pleasant water streams, but he quickly recalled the reason of him being here.

Half an hour later, Master returned, and Nicky was already drying himself with a towel, accompanied by the clinging of the chain, and as Master got closer, he wrapped the towel around his hips. Master was amused by such gesture.

- This small rag is too little of an obstacle for me, - he laughed, observing the bitch from head to toe. Nicky stood obediently with his head down, he thought that it would have been better if he greeted his Master on his knees, but now it would be pointless without an order.

- Give the towel back, - Master laughed once again, yanked the towel from Nicky’s hips, and the bitch became nude once again, it didn’t even try to fight for the towel. Master stepped into the cabin, Nicky in his turn, stepped back, and the wall with his back.

- Now let's see how you recovered, - the bitch heard menace in his voice, and at that moment, Master turned him around with a sharp move, sticking his face to the wall. His hand slipped on Nicky’s butt, spreading it, touching the freshly healed hole, Nicky froze. Master moved his arm to Nicky's lips, and he obediently took a finger in, sucking it, shortly after, the finger left Nicky's mouth and returned back to the hole, and the bitch, despite its pledge to being obedient, jolted, trying to escape. Master forcefully pinned him to the wall and whispered to his ear:

- And Mistress told me that you decided (a chuckle), that you will be an obedient bitch, and you still are an ungrateful scum! - Master made a click with the braces coming off his belt, raising Nicky's hands, attaching them to the tube.  After that, he returned his smothered in Nicky's saliva fingers to the bitch’s hole, spreading his legs with a kick. Nicky felt the cabin getting colder, and maybe because of that, or because of the fear, he began shivering once again.

- Bend out your ass, you fucker, give me your hole.

Nicky reluctantly obeyed, remembering that he had to relax to minimize the pain, be still he couldn’t, his ring instinctively tightened, as if it was an eye, that protected itself as you got a finger closer to it. Of course, Master didn’t waste his precious time, and by pinning Nicky down to the wall, slowly inserted his finger to its fullest, ignoring the resistance. It hurt, but not so bad, as Nicky imagined, so he relaxed, he wanted to push the finger out. Master fucked his hole a little, spreading the lube, pulled his finger out, picked a bottle of intimate gel, poured a little on his fingers, and now two fingers were stretching Nicky’s butt, three, spreading it apart, Nicky was in pain, but he was silent. Master unzipped his pants and took out his tool, and applied some gel to it, to which Nicky was grateful, it would be extremely difficult without any.

- Master, please don’t, I beg you, please! - Nicky begged, completely forgetting about obedience in the last moment, it was next to impossible to play the role of an obedient boy, let alone in such situation, all these thoughts were reduced to nothing, and when his Master was right next to his asshole, it was obvious what was about to happen. Nicky began whirling and spinning, doing everything he could just to escape Master’s grip, shouting and begging at the top of his lungs, but soon he was caught and forcefully pressed against the wall.

- Want me to break your hips? - he asked, holding his hip with an iron grip, and Nicky believed if he applied some more force, he would hear a crack. The air loudly escaped his lungs, he couldn’t make another breath, the pain was scorching. He couldn’t even make a squeal. Finally, Master let go off now quiet Nicky's hip, that remember what had made him act obediently in the first place. And after he moved his engorged phallus to the bitch's hole, with a sharp move, he entered at its full length. Nicky felt a shooting pain and quickly thought to himself that if he hadn't been resisting, Master would’ve done it more gently. Master began fucking him steadily. Nicky leaned his face against the wall and closed his eyes, bit his lip so he wouldn’t cry and scream. Master fucked him, increased the speed and finally came. Nicky noted that he didn’t feel any excitement, and it must’ve been the drugs that they gave him the previous time. Yes, it must be, he decided. Master turned the shower on and washed his penis, and after that, he directed the stream to the Nicky’s ass. He dried with the towel and undone the cuffs.

- On your fours and follow me, slut! - ordered Master, tugging on the collar chain, pulling his slave to the darkness of the corridors.

 

Soon after, they got to the door, and after opening it, Nicky gasped in awe by looking at the room they got into. A spacious bright room, beige walls, no sign of concrete, it appeared that they were outside of the bunker. A large bed was in the middle of the room, folded with cream-colored silk sheets, with many pillows and pads, and on the top of all that was a canopy with net curtains. Under Nicky’s feet was a light shaggy carpet, there was a camera in front of the bed, on the wall behind it was a large plasma TV. In the corners of the rooms beside one side of the bed was a bar, with a counter and drawers, just like in every bar, and even a large hookah in the corner. On the other side – soft armchairs, a glass coffee table, and a large mirror with additional lights, also a small table and a chair. It was the place to apply make-up, Nicky realized, there was cosmetic on the table. Mistress was sitting in one of the armchairs, with a glass of Martini and a cigarette, in front of her on the coffee table was a laptop. Next to her was a door, the exit to the other rooms.

- Finally! Been waiting for a while, faster, - a quick glance on stunned Nicky and barely noticeable smile. Obviously, Masters loved surprising their bitch.

Nicky shook off his hands and landed it on the soft carpet. It was a bliss after the concrete floor. He also shook off his knees. His Master took off his shoes, and only now Nicky noticed that Mistress sat in the armchair barefoot.

- Come here, bitch, - she purred. Master released the chain, and it landed on the carpet with a cling. Nicky travelled through the whole room to the armchairs and got on his knees in front of Mistress, he bowed his head. Master already headed to the bar in the search of something to warm him up.

- So, slutty hole, today is an important day. Today you must be very beautiful, you like being beautiful, don’t you?

- Yes, Mistress, I do, - Nicky responded, thinking what it could possibly mean.

- And you even managed to succeed from time to time, - the woman smiled. - So now, we will begin shortly, but first we need to modify your body a bit.

Nicky didn’t like it one bit. In that moment, Master came by, put his glass on the coffee table, moved the armchair closer, so it stood in front of Mistress, and when he sat down, he appeared behind Nicky. Nicky didn’t like it as well.

- Give me your paws, stretch them out, - ordered the woman. Nicky obeyed, and she got elegant interchained black braces somewhere from the folds of the armchair. She skillfully put them on Nicky, locking them on a simple buckle, Nicky didn’t see any locks.

- Now, let’s get rid of this ugly collar, not for long though, bitch, only for today.

Master made a clinging sound with something, the lock clicked and the collar fell off the bitch's neck, but was caught by the chain by Master. Nicky began rubbing his neck with his chained hands. He shouldn’t had done it, but it was too late to think about it, although his Masters didn’t say anything about it. In that moment, there was a knock on the door.

- Come in, Gero, we are almost done, - replied Mistress. Nicky couldn’t see what was happening, and began spinning his head, trying to peek out of the Mistress’ armchair, he heard a chuckle behind him. Nicky remembered about Master, that was sitting behind him, and quickly curbed his interest.

Soon after, Nicky saw the upcoming guy, that glanced at the bitch only a single time and without much interest, he placed and unwrapped a towel on the table, on which Nicky saw needles. Nicky felt conscious, he didn’t think of somebody being here beside his Masters. He was naked in their company for a while, but a quick glance from a stranger made the bitch turn red. But then he thought about the intent of the items that the guy brought, and Nicky got really scared.

Stand up and sit on my lap, facing your Mistress, bend your knees and place them on the armchair, - he heard Master's order. But Nicky couldn’t do it, the fear and shame paralyzed him.

- Now! - roared Master. Biting his lips in indecision, Nicky managed to stand on his jelly legs and made a step back, looked back and gently collapsed on his Master’s lap, he moved his legs as ordered, on the armchair. Master slightly sat up and fixed the bitch’s feet beside him. He took Nicky’s chained hands and got it around his own neck, holding them in place with his one hand, with his other one, he placed on Nicky’s soft belly, rubbing it, sliding his arm around, touching the nipples.

- Bitch, I dream of making the whole room on the theme of mod fetish, that would be so nice, but today, for this little thingy, we decided to do without much of a glam, - the woman chattered nonchalantly.

In his turn, Nicky threw glances on the guy, he wore casual jeans, trendy torn knees, a t-shirt with pictures of skulls and some unintelligible stuff, handsome on the face, dreadlocks on his head were gathered in what looked like a pony tail, tunnels in his ears, almost no piercing on his face, a single earring in his brow. Nicky realized that he was about to get some more holes in his body, as the guy was putting on medical gloves, he remained completely silent. It was still a mystery wherever he would get them and how painful it would be. The guy didn’t take much time, soon enough there was a tampon in his hand, soaked in disinfecting liquid. Master firmly grabbed the bitch, pressing it to himself. With swift moves, the young man scrubbed Nicky’s nipples with the tampon.

 

Half an hour later, Nicky sat on a chair in front of the large brightly lit mirror. Holding a lipstick in his hand, he observed himself. It was a long time he didn’t see himself. He noted the dark circles under his eyes, there were almost no signs of bruises on his face, only slight marks left a reminder of them. A barbell shined on his brow. His eyes had also changed, he didn't recognize them: some bullied look with slight sparks of insanity, but still it stubbornly looked forward, it was hypnotizing. His neck was grated by the heavy collar. A bit lower – his slightly swollen nipples, on which swayed freshly inserted simple golden rings with weighting agents below. His navel was also decorated with a ring, golden of course. Beautiful, but painful. Nicky ran his hand on his face, his wrists were still encased in leather braces, but the chain that connected them was gone, he touched his tangled long hair. He was left alone with his Masters, the guy that did the piercings left the room after he finished, without uttering a single word. He left to the room that was behind Mistress’ armchair, and when the door was opened, Nicky managed to notice a number of monitors, that way he learned that it was the viewing room. But now he had to make it so that he would be desired. To highlight his eyes, but not overdoing it, red shades, black lining, colors, halftones, everything is applied with elegant transitions. Long eyelashes. He highlighted the brows with thin threads, bright red lipstick, a slutty one, his nails were painted the same color and were nail filed, since they all had broken off, he tried to make them look as normal as he could. His tips of brushed black hair were rising near his neck. The golden rings his ears were pierced with, were hanging ring by ring. Now he looked much better, he twisted his lips in a half-smile, and chuckled to himself by observing himself in the mirror. He liked himself, he even liked the rings in his nipples and navel.

- Master, Mistress, I finished!

But they didn’t even turn around, as if they didn’t care, only Mistress threw something in his direction and ordered indifferently: - Put it on!

Nicky even got offended by such lack of interest, but still looked at the package. Clothes. Black stockings, red high heels, red fishnet panties that looked like tiny shorts, that exposed half of his butt, with a ribbon at the front, indecently short plaid hip skirt, that revealed half of his butt as well, and some kind of black shirt, with black stripes hanging in the front, that revealed his chest and belly in its cut. Leather belts on his ankles, the same as on his wrists, but of slightly larger size. And, of course, the collar, but not a heavy and iron one, but an elegant with a ring and a normal fastener, wide enough to cover his grated neck. Pretty good, thank you for not offering me a bra, chuckled Nicky to himself. He examined himself in the mirror, a slim figure, butt, pretty legs, after trying to take his skirt a little lower, he got on his fours and crawled to his Masters’ armchairs. He stopped between the armchairs and got on his knees, bowing his head.

- Wonderful, - commented Mistress. - Raise your head... alright, get up... turn around slowly, walk between us. Alright, on your knees.

The woman put out her cigarette and got up.

-Get on the bed.

They walked together, the bitch crawled on its fours to the bed, and the woman tinkered with the camera. Nicky got on the bed, and now he had no idea what to do next, should he get on his knees and bow his head, or could he just sit, leaning on his hands, observing Mistress. Soon enough, the camera lit with a red light, and by a complete surprise, on the TV in front of him, he saw himself, collapsed on his knees, leaning on one hand, fiddling with his hair with his other one, what a slutty gesture, Nicky though, quickly putting the hand away. Now he felt quite comfortable, and he was curious what was about to come next. But for now, he looked at himself in the plasma set, it was so weird seeing what he was doing live. After the woman finished with the camera, she stepped away to the side of the bed, so the camera wouldn’t capture her.

- Do you like looking at yourself? - she asked, observing the bitch in the TV.

- Yes, Mistress, - Nicky responded without looking back, and after a few seconds of silence he blurted out the question that troubled him for a while: - And you, Mistress, do you like me? And do you, Master? - and turned around, waiting for the answer, of course it was insolent of him, but he was offended by such indifference, he was doing his best!

- Alright, - the woman said dryly.

- Dirty slut, - responded Master.

“Bitches”, thought Nicky, and decided not to ask these kinds of questions anymore. It was difficult to decide which comment he preferred the most.

- Thanks, - he mumbled indecisively and turned his eyes back to the TV.

- Don’t mention it, - responded the woman. - And now, work it up, spin around, be slutty, suggestive, a girl or a boy in a skirt for all I care, show off your eyes, arms, all your body, be open and don’t be afraid, show yourself.

Nicky froze still, without any idea what to begin with. His task was clear, but the way to achieve it, how to be open in front of the camera, keeping in mind where and with whom he was, and he had no idea who would watch the video. He hesitated for a moment, laid on his belly, stared into the camera, bend his knees and grabbed his heel with his hand, ran fingers over his lips, rolled over on his back, dangled his head from the bed, slowly slid his hand down the skirt, rubbed his inner thighs, put the finger of his other hand into his mouth and began sucking, slowly closing his eyes. Then opened them again. He didn’t like it, he started fidgeting around, trying to find a better position and the right moves, it continued for 10 minutes, until Mistress got tired.

- It's disgusting, you’re acting like a nasty fag!

Nicky froze, but then he turned to his original position, lowering his hands and head. He failed, his movements were constrained, overly sharp, torn and artificial and could only describe him as a “nasty fag”, he knew that. The thing he didn’t know though, was how he could possibly relax. He was afraid to let down his Masters, and that soon he would be punished, so he felt constricted even more.

- What's the matter, bitch? - questioned Mistress.

- Mistress, I... I don’t know. I can’t... can't make it... I try, but... - Nicky stumbled and went completely silent. Mistress went to the armchairs.

- Crawl over here, you painted slut.

It seemed that the Hollywood casting was over, and now the realistic snuff movie was about to happen. Nicky didn’t move.

- Master and Mistress, I’m terribly sorry. Can I please try one more time? - his tone failed to conceal the treacherous cracks in his voice.

- You will try another fucking time, I said crawl to me! - the woman was obviously losing her temper. Nicky slid off the bed and crawled towards the armchairs, his fingers were scarcely shivering. Master’s armchair was turned to the TV, he observed everything as well. Nicky stopped before the armchairs.

- Crawl to the table, keep your doggy position!

There were two lines of white powder on the coffee table, a glass pipe on a white cloth beside them. Nicky didn't know how to act, he didn‘t really want any stimulants, besides, he didn’t know if he was about to be punished or if he was going keep grimacing at the camera. In the first variant the drugs could worsen the situation, in the latter - improve.

- Come on, bitch, they're both yours.

But anyway, it would be rude to refuse, when your Masters offer you cocaine. Nicky carefully picked the glass pipe and moved closer.

 

Music was, some beautiful trance, Nicky was even allowed to have a smoke, as he was sitting in his Master’s legs. Abduction - is a good way to quit smoking, “how to give up smoking in 5 days” ad or something like that. Then he returned to the bed and things went much better. Now he had the proper look, his movements were elegant, and his lips soft. Nicky was doing everything right, he knew that and tried to prove that he was capable to seduce. Every move was timed right, sometimes a bit lewd, sometimes a bit innocent. To mix, not to shake. Nicky alluringly stroked his body, even squeezed his still hurting nipples, played with the ring, licked his lips, laughed, looked at the camera with his naughty eyes, as if he wanted to say “to good for you”. He bent out his butt right to the camera, tried various positions, biting his wrists with his eyes looking upwards to the camera, moving his hands to his hair, down his body afterwards. Mistress gave him a candy, a sweet bright-red Chupa-chups on a stick, so Nicky licked and sucked it from time to time, running it over his belly and nipples. He removed the heels, dropping it away from the bed, and he barely stopped himself from stripping on one of the canopy columns. He wanted himself, and his penis was getting harder. Of course, it was the drug's fault. Nicky realized that it was the high time he stopped, or else another accident would emerge, so he sat on the bed and calmed down a little.

- Keep it on, bitch, take off your top and skirt.

Nicky hesitated for a moment, but complied, he had gone too far at this point, his Masters noticed his arousal, and there was no way they would allow him to stop. He removed his shirt, trying not to disturb his nipples and navel, appearing beautiful at the same time. Then he got in doggy position, his butt facing the camera, and slowly removed the skirt, throwing it away to the discarded shirt. Then he looked at the TV, and yeah, his boner was now apparent at this point, but he still enjoyed how he looked.

- Do as I say. Crawl to the pillows, remove the bottom one on the right, - ordered the woman, Nicky obediently followed the instructions, - grab the thing you’ll find there and play with it.

Nicky found an artificial dick, quite a hefty one, but not as large as the one Mistress torn his ass with, it was actually rather small in comparison. On the other end of the dick was a wired controller and a tube of lube. Of course, he should had expected that. Now the question was if he should do it himself, smiling to the camera, or should he wait until his Masters order make him to. The answer was obvious, it was much easier to control the penetration by himself, otherwise, there would be only harshness violence and cruelty.

- Suck it first!

“Fucking movie director”, - thought disappointed Nicky. But he pulled himself together and with a forced smile, he demonstrated his finding to the camera. He still felt the drug, and he actually enjoyed the scene, and if he had been alone, he would've easily sucked the rubber cock without a second thought, and then happily fucked himself with it. He looked at his Masters, sitting in the armchairs. They liked him as well, they were smoking a single cannabis pipe for two, Master had a menacing smile on his face, and Nicky thought, that if not for the vibrator, he would have surely fucked himself, so he turned back to the camera and started demonstrating everything he learned in his short experience of a blowjob enthusiast. After playing around like this a little, he rolled on his back, put a couple of pillows under his head and spread his legs, exposing everything he had to the camera. He breathed heavily, it was difficult to begin, so he tried to imagine being alone, as it was much easier for him. In the end, he looked straight at the camera, moved a hand to his mouth and smeared the lipstick on his cheek, after that he moved away his panties, exposing his hole. Then, he opened the lube and generously spread it over the vibrator. He was looking at the camera without a break, and slowly, he pushed on his anal ring. But nothing happened. Nicky lubed up his finger and stuck it in, he found it pleasurable as his anus tightly clasped his finger. He wiggled it around a little, so his butt would get used, spread the lube, put it out, lubed the entrance, and now there were two fingers in his hole. Now, Nicky knew that if he wanted to keep his butthole intact, he have to stretch it first. His fingers were perfectly clean, as he hadn’t been eating for over a day, and over a day ago he went to the toilet, and in addition to that, he thoroughly washed in the shower. He tried to insert the vibrator one more time, pushed a little harder, and now the toy was inside, Nicky breathed out and began impaling himself to its full length. His butt felt full, as if he wanted to go to the toilet, as his walls tightly engulfed the toy. Put there was nearly no pain, just a little, but Nicky didn’t feel it anyway. He grabbed the remote, turned it up, choosing the right mode. The spot inside him instantly responded to the pleasant vibration. Nicky left the remote alone and grabbed the vibrator, moving it up and down, up and down. It was so easy and completely painless. “Good job, Nicky, good bitch”, he complimented himself and smiled. Too bad his Master don't praise him at all, so he had to fucking do it himself. Shame slowly receded, and anyway, he started so he would finish as well, with a happy finale, so to say. His dick now was at its full mast, he obviously was enjoying the vibration and the rubber dildo in his ass. Nicky pulled out the toy and took away the panties, as they were getting in the way. Now he wore only stockings. He got on his knees, spread his legs and put the toy beneath him, impaling himself on it, holding git by its base with his hand, rubbing his chest and face with the other, touching his tits, and looked at the screen. He began moving up and down the dildo. A complete whore was looking at him from the TV, with pierced nipples, smudged lipstick and messed up hair. Nicky moved his eyes to the camera, promising himself that he will keep on looking at it, even when he will be cumming. The movements continued, his hand moved from his body to his erect dick, it began stroking it, its movements became gradually firmer. Some minutes later, Nicky breathed heavily, increasing the pace and forcefully lowering on the vibrator, he moaned and came, alas with his eyes closed and his head tilted back. He caught his breath, and smeared the cum left on his hand right on his lips, looking at the camera with soaked eyes, putting middle finger in his mouth, giving it to the camera, and after he licked his cum from his lips, he slapped a juicy spit in the same direction. He lifted himself off the vibrator and put it away. That's it. That was all he could pull off for today. Nicky carefully curled in the bed, the drug imperceptibly wore off and now everything seemed unpleasant and alien. And he also tried to dismiss the fact that he had just fucked himself on camera. Once again, his eyes became watery.

 

Possibly, it was the calmest and best day he had spent together with his Masters. Later on, they gave him no more slacks. Every day, Nicky was at his limit and beyond. Every day, it was clear to him that he went over the top, and further and further more. Every day broke him a little more. Submission, with no room for a mistake, no right to speak, no privilege to rest. In his mere hours of sleep, he couldn't find an escape from this even in his dreams. He was trained like a pet, a robot, he only did what he was mercilessly ordered to. The thoughts of escape were lost in this unending nightmare.

Pain became an integral part of his mind and prevailed over his other senses. His body was constantly decorated with new scars and bruises, he did everything he was ordered to, too scared to do otherwise, and if his Masters were dissatisfied, he was severely punished. He was depraved of food and water, electrocuted, tortured by fire and ice, crops and even whips, his Masters were quite inventive with his punishments. Every day he was given lashes, just to keep him in shape. He had his tongue pierced as well. He wasn’t subjected to oral sex for the next three days after this. The guy that did the piercings did all the dirty work, also he was the one reliable for the most of the technical aspects, he always helped the Masters if they asked him to, but he never participated in their games, he didn’t even touch Nicky, only if it was necessary. Nicky couldn't figure out if his Masters paid him, or he was forced to do all the work, or maybe he was doing it out of his own good will, it was unclear what was keeping them together, but it was obvious that he wouldn’t let them down. The bitch’s ass also received constant training, his butt was always plugged, even when he slept. His arms were always incased in sophisticated braces, but they were always attached to different places, a heavy collar with a chain leash and leather belts were his only clothes for the most parts, but sometimes his Masters would dress him like a doll. Stockings, skirts, dresses, all crazy and fetish clothing. He was maid to play the role of a maid in latex stockings, a corset top with a skirt, high heels that were impossible to stand on, but in addition to that his butt was filled with a huge anal plug. He got a chain between his ankles, a chain on his golden nipple rings, his arms were incased in latex gloves and locked in the front, a plug with a fluffy duster was sticking out of his asshole. He was forbidden to cum, as well as masturbating, at all times his dick was locked in various devices that didn’t allow him to cum. He had to ask for it or earn it. He became truly fellatio expert, and even learned to subside his gag reflex. Drugs were a rarity, but he still got them from time to time, when his Masters wanted to enhance his feelings or make them sharper. He tried to refrain from crying, but drugs usually provoked him to. Less talking, less begging, less thinking, he was learning that. One time, he found himself tied up to something in vertical position, all doped and smoked with some shit, he was allowed to cum that night, and his Masters showed him the TV screen on which he saw various video montage of himself, the best moments, all his tears, pain and humiliation, while simultaneously his asshole was mercilessly assaulted with a fucking machine, armed with a huge dildo moving in an insanely fast rhythm. The bells in his nipples were ringing, a gag in his mouth muffled his endless screams. He was removed from the device in the state of unconsciousness. Bondage was its own separate topic. As if they had been training before and knew all the tricks and nuances of proper shibari. Nicky always amazed how he was tied up so well, that he couldn’t even move, how they managed to tie the knots next to his most sensitive parts. The worst part was when he would be left hanging in such predicament with a vibrator inside buzzing at its full capacity, and then, after a single swing, they would leave. He would remain in this position until the toy batteries run out, and then, his Masters would remember him, yanking him out of his psychedelic marathons. Nicky had its own place in the main hall, the room where he was played with, a corner with a dirty bedding, he was there when he got no strength to return to the room with his mattress. He was chained to the wall there as well, so he only had so much room to stand on his knees. A bowl with water, and a bowl with dog food. The bedding was dirty with his blood and other bodily fluids, vomit and piss. Nicky was a puppy, he barked by the order, played happiness when he greeted his Masters, carried various items in his teeth and wagged his ass. He smiled to cameras, smiled through his tears, smiled by the ordered. He lost the sense of time, it shattered like a broken glass to pieces, it spun and swirled into the unknown.