The alarm blared at 4:30 AM, jolting Brian from what little sleep he’d gotten. His eyes snapped open, staring up at the stark white ceiling of his room in the Lewdy family estate. Without waiting for his brain to fully register his surroundings, his body responded to the Pavlovian conditioning that had taken root over the past year since his father’s death. Slipping out of bed, he reached for the collar of his short, black sleeping shorts – the only clothing allowed him in his chambers – and adjusted it properly around his thick neck. He walked with heavy, resignation-fueled steps to the bathroom, where he performed his morning rituals under the ever-present watch of cameras, before making his way downstairs to the home gym.
Reid was already there, standing in the center of thelarge, state-of-the-art room, clad only in his own expensive workout shorts. At fifty-five, his body was hard and corded with muscle, a testament to years of military discipline and obsessive training. His hands rested on his hips as he watched Brian enter, his gaze immediately dropping to appreciate the younger man’s physique. Brian’s muscled chest and abs rippled beneath his lightly sweating skin, his breathing already controlled and measured despite the early hour.
“Good morning, boy,” Reid said, his voice deep and commanding. “Let’s get to work.”
Brian dropped to his knees immediately and pressed his forehead to the cold tile floor without protest. It was the only acceptable greeting when Reid was in his master mode.
Reid walked around Brian’s kneeling form, his eyes roaming appreciatively. He traced a single finger down the defined curve of Brian’s back before gripping his chin and forcing their eyes to meet. “How do you feel this morning? Good?” he asked, his tone deceptively casual.
Brian replied with just a nod.
Reid smirked. “Good boy. Let’s see if that’s true.”
The morning training session began brutally as always. Reid made Brian perform brutal crunches, his calloused hands kneading Brian’s abdominal muscles between reps, his fingertips occasionally brushing against Brian’s hard nipple, sending jolts of conflicting sensations through the twenty-one-year-old’s body. When Brian did push-ups, Reid stood over him, fondling his swollen chest and sucking on his nipples between sets. The brutal routine continued for hours, Reid treating Brian’s body like his personal playground while pushing him to his physical limits.
The final workout exercise always culminated in milking. Brian was brought to his knees, chest jutting out, arms behind his back, cock exposed. Reid fastened a large metallic dildo from the floor to Brian’s ass, the tip containing electric nodes. When Reid sat in front of the kneeling stud and turned on the dildo, it began to ram against Brian’s prostate, sending waves of both pleasure and pain through his body. Reid took his time, appreciating the sight of Brian’s muscles glistening with sweat, tracing the contours and kneading the firmness of his pecs and thighs. He switched his attention between Brian’s nipples, sucking and biting them while the dildo continued to fuck into his hole. The process took nearly an hour, with Brian’s breathing becoming increasingly ragged as cum dribbled from his cock into a collection cup.
Breakfast was no less humiliating. At the dining table, Max, Reid’s twenty-year-old son, awaited impatiently. Max had designed a special stool for Brian with an oversized dildo jutting up. Brian was forced to sit on it, the entire length penetrating him deeply. The dildo was connected to two handles on the ground with a rope, and Max instructed Brian to hold the handles and perform bicep curls with the weights.
As Brian raised his arms to his sides, the dildo moved down, and when he lowered his arms, the dildo moved back up into his tight hole. It was a brutal torture machine that forced Brian to repeatedly impale himself while feasting on the sight of his own struggling body.
“You know the deal, Brian,” Max said, his voice dripping with contempt. “Twenty reps before you get any food. And you need to eat ten eggs to maintain these muscles we’re so kind to use.”
Brian groaned, both from the physical strain and the mounting arousal from the relentless stimulation. Sweat poured down his face as he forced his muscles to cooperate, every rep a battle against the pleasure-pain cocktail. Max watched, a cruel smile on his lips, occasionally reaching out to test the hardness of Brian’s abdominals and biceps. If Brian eased his contractions too much, Max would knead harder or zap him with a small electric device.
When Brian finally completed the twenty reps, he received a single hard-boiled egg white. The family watched with gleeful anticipation as Brian suffered. They had their cocks out, occasionally stroking them while Max and Reid fondled Brian’s muscles, testing their firmness and occasionally kneading harder to punish perceived slacking.
By the time the family finished their breakfast, Brian had cum five times, his body shaking with the exertion. The collected cum since the morning from both milking and ejaculation – about 100ml – was combined with a protein shake. Brian was forced to drink the mix, the taste of his own mates filling his mouth while his stomach churned from the humiliation. But he obeyed without complaint, his mind focused solely on maintaining his muscles as required.
Max then forced Brian to recline his torso back, leaving his upper body hanging in the air with his abdominals contracted. Max stepped closer and lowered his cock until it was nestled between Brian’s abs. He began to slowly grind his abs while tugging the nipple chains. The tormenting stimulation continued for ten minutes until Max came, his release splattering across Brian’s chest. Brian could only groan in submission, his cock aching with need.
Reid was next, less gentle than his son. He got Brian up from the stool and fucked him like a dog on the floor, pulling Brian’s arms back to expose his rippling body. Max recorded the entire process, occasionally pausing to play with Brian’s nipples. Brian could do nothing but take it, his mind flooded with conflicting sensations as Reid grunted and pounded into him from behind. When Reid came, he didn’t pull out, instead bucking his hips hard against Brian’s ass while gripping his hips tightly.
The final humiliation of their morning routine was the trip to college. Max only allowed Brian to wear workout shorts. While Max and Reid drove the Mercedes to their respective destinations, Brian was forced to jog shirtless to school, the morning sun warming his sweat-slick skin. Max and Reid drove slowly in front of him, watching as Brian’s muscles jiggled with each stride.
Brian flinched as he felt the familiar tingling in his nipples – the nanobots implanted there, activated remotely by Max. The electric sensation quickly built into a stinging pain that had the perverse effect of making his cock rise despite his distress. He grunted loudly and paused, his hand instinctively going to his chest as if to shelter his nipples from the assault. Max slowed the car to a stop, watching with cruel satisfaction as Brian struggled.
“Continue running,” Max commanded through the slightly rolled-down window.
Brian nodded, gritting his teeth against the pain, and began jogging again. The nanobots continued their torment, the electric current crackling in his nipples with each movement. By ten minutes, Brian was already struggling to maintain a pace, the combination of sleep deprivation, the brutal morning workout, and the constant electric stimulation taking their toll. His breathing came in ragged gasps, sweat pouring down his face and chest.
Thirty minutes into the run, Max activated the nanobots to maximum power. Brian couldn’t take it anymore and dropped to his knees on the sidewalk, curling his body protectively around himself. The electric current continued to pulse through his nipples, sending waves of agony throughout his sensory system. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he fought the overwhelming urge to scream.
Watching from the car, Max shook his head in disappointment. He opened the door and approached Brian, who remained curled on the pavement, trembling. “Pathetic,” Max muttered, grabbing Brian by the arm and hauling him to his feet. He forced Brian into the back seat of the car, cleaning his hands of the sweat and dirt that had transferred onto his skin.
Once Brian was seated on the floor of the car, kneeling below Max who reclined in the seat, Max began to fondle Brian’s muscles and suck on his nipples. The sudden change from agony to pleasure confused Brian’s senses, leaving him pliable and responsive. Max resumed the grinding he had done at breakfast, his cock pressing against Brian’s abs while he kneaded Brian’s sore muscles. He pulled Brian’s hair roughly and leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Remember what will happen if you don’t maintain the form and comply like the perfect slave you are. We have videos of you begging for more, moaning while being fucked like a dog. Your family’s reputation, what little is left, will be destroyed.”
Brian’s body went limp at the reminder. He had promised his father, before his death, to protect the family name at any cost. Now he was completely under the Lewdy family’s control, their blackmail ensuring his compliance. Max continued to grind against Brian’s abs, eventually coming with a low groan, his warm release spilling onto Brian’s stomach.
As Max cleaned himself and adjusted his clothing, he looked down at Brian, still kneeling on the car floor. “You need to remember that everything you do is for their protection. They wouldn’t want to see videos of their dear Brian being treated like the pig he is.”
Brian remained silent, his mind elsewhere. The walk to college aside, this didn’t bother him too much. The tentatively humiliating breakfast and the morning exercise sessions were all part of the morning routine on college days. That was the part he was more used to and felt more in control of. But still his stomach churned at the knowledge that any attempt to fire at them and protect his dads legacy would just lead to his own downfall as well. He resigned himself to another day of being their plaything. As the car pulled into the college parking lot, Brian knew that soon, the whole process would begin again – the physical training, the sexual humiliation, the constant reminders of his place in the Lewdy household hierarchy. He straightened his back, preparing himself mentally. But it would always be his life if it means protecting his dads dignity after his death. He resigned his mind to be their slave, forever at their beck and call, serving out his father’s punishment in the only way they would accept.
