“Thank you, Master,” Lukas whispered brokenly, bracing himself against the table once more. His cock was throbbing now, harder than it had ever been, and he knew without a doubt that it wouldn’t take much to send him over the edge into orgasm.
Behind him, Kent chuckled again. “Oh, don’t thank me just yet,” he said darkly. “After all, I haven’t told you how you’re going to get that orgasm just yet, now have I?”
Lukas froze, feeling a sudden sense of trepidation. He started to push himself up, but Kent’s free hand came down on his back, pinning him in place once more.
“I’ve decided that, from now on, you won’t be needing this anymore,” Kent continued, tugging sharply at Lukas’s neglected cock. “After all, it’s not like you’ll need it to achieve orgasm anymore, is it?”
“No, Master,” Lukas agreed, though his tone was dubious now. He wasn’t sure he liked where this was going, and the grip on his cock was doing nothing to calm his fears.
“No, I didn’t think so.” Kent gave another sharp tug, making Lukas hiss with pain. “You’ll only be getting orgasms from my cock fucking your slutty little hole from now on. That’s the only way you’ll be allowed to come, unless I say otherwise. And even then,” he added darkly, “you’ll have to do it without using this pathetic little thing between your legs, won’t you?”
For a moment, Lukas could only stare at him in shock. Did Kent really mean what he was implying? Did he truly intend to take away Lukas’s ability to achieve orgasm on his own, to leave him completely at his mercy for pleasure?
As if in answer to his unspoken question, Kent released his grip on Lukas’s cock. Instead, he reached into his back pocket, withdrawing something Lukas couldn’t quite see.
“There,” he said after a moment, and this time there was no mistaking the amusement in his tone. “There. That should do it.”
Then, before Lukas could ask what he had done, Kent’s fingers were back inside him once more. They pressed against his prostate, making him cry out and thrust into the air, and he barely even noticed the strip of leather that had been fastened around the base of his cock and balls until Kent drew his hand back once more.
“Well?” Kent said, amusement clear in his tone now. “Let’s see how you like it, shall we?”
Lukas whimpered softly, reaching down to explore the new restraint with tentative fingers. The strip of leather was tight around his balls, holding them away from his body with firm pressure. From there, it encircled the base of his cock, squeezing just behind the head and effectively preventing him from achieving orgasm.
“Do you like it?” Kent asked, his hand coming down on Lukas’s ass once more. “Does my good little slut like his new collar?”
“I… I don’t know, Master,” Lukas stammered, torn between humiliation and arousal at this new level of degradation. No one had ever done something like this to him before, had ever taken such complete control of his body and his pleasure.
But then, no one had ever made him feel the way Kent was making him feel now. No one had ever awakened the deep-seated need for submission and pain and degradation that lurked inside him.
“Well, I’m glad you like it,” Kent purred. He gave Lukas’s rump another slap, then straightened once more. “Now then, I think that’s enough for tonight. Fetch your collar from my bag, then come back here and kneel at my feet. It’s about time you learned how to sleep properly.”
With that, Kent moved back to the couch. He picked up his beer and took a long swallow, smirking down at Lukas as he finally pushed himself up from the table.
Lukas winced as the movement pulled at the restraint around his cock and balls. Already he was achingly hard once more, his neglected erection straining against the tight strip of leather.
But he didn’t have time to dwell on it. Instead, he made his way to Kent’s bag, rooting through the contents until he found what he was looking for. Then, with the heavy metal collar clutched in one shaking hand, he returned to kneel at Kent’s feet.
Kent took it from him, fitting it around Lukas’s neck with practiced ease. Then, using a small metal padlock, he fixed it in place.
“There,” he said, tugging on the D-ring in the center of the collar. “There. Now you look like what you are. Now you look like my worthless little fucktoy.”
Lukas whimpered a little, squirming as he shifted on his knees. His ass was still sore from the beating it had taken, and the restraint around his cock was starting to become more than a little distracting.
“From now on,” Kent continued, reaching into his pocket once more, “the key to that little device around your cock is going to be right here.” As he spoke, he fixed the small key to the D-ring at the front of Lukas’s throat, making sure it was secure.
“That way,” he added, tugging on it sharply, “the key to your sexual pleasure will always be right here in front of you. But you won’t be able to use it unless I allow it, will you? And even if you managed to get it off, it’s not like that pathetic little cock of yours would be of much use anymore, now is it?”
Lukas shuddered at the words, fresh arousal flooding through him despite the humiliation and degradation. Kent was right, of course — even if he did manage to get the key, his cock would be of little use in achieving orgasm.
He would be completely at his Master’s mercy for pleasure, forced to rely solely on Kent’s cock to bring him to completion. It was a heady feeling, and one that sent fresh waves of desire washing through him despite his exhaustion.
“Well, then,” Kent said after a moment. He took another swig of beer, then set the bottle aside once more. “I believe you promised me one final orgasm, didn’t you? So why don’t you get up on the table and we’ll see what we can do about that, hmm?”
“Yes, Master.” Lukas rose unsteadily to his feet, then made his way to the table once more.
There, he positioned himself on his hands and knees, presenting his ass to his Master. His hole clenched and unclenched, still sore and abused from the rough treatment it had received.
Behind him, he could hear Kent moving closer once more. He could feel his Master’s eyes on him, roaming across his naked flesh with approval clear in his gaze.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he felt Kent’s fingers probing at his hole once more. They slipped inside without pause, rubbing firmly against his already sensitive prostate as Kent began to speak once more.
“That’s it,” he purred, his free hand gripping Lukas’s hip to hold him in place. “That’s it. You’re going to come just like this, aren’t you, you worthless little fucktoy?”
Lukas nodded desperately, already feeling his orgasm building inside him. He rocked back against Kent’s hand, fucking himself on those questing fingers as he sought the pleasure that was being offered to him.
“That’s a good boy.” Kent’s fingers pressed more firmly against his prostate now, making him cry out with pleasure. “That’s a good boy. Fuck yourself on my fingers, you dirty little slut. Take what you need and let yourself come.”
Lukas obeyed at once, fucking himself back onto Kent’s fingers as he felt his orgasm building. He could feel it rushing through him now, could feel the pleasure starting to overwhelm him.
And then, just as suddenly as it had started to build, the pleasure was gone. Kent’s fingers withdrew, leaving him empty and unfulfilled once more. He howled in frustration, thrusting back as if he could follow Kent’s hand and force it back inside him where he needed it so desperately.
But it was no use. Kent kept his hand away, holding it just out of Lukas’s reach as he laughed softly at his predicament.
“What’s wrong?” he asked mockingly. “Don’t tell me you were actually getting close, were you? You weren’t about to do something as disrespectful as come without permission, now were you?”
“No, Master,” Lukas sobbed, still thrusting helplessly at the air. “No, I won’t come without permission. I swear it.”
“Good.” Kent moved closer once more, running his hand almost gently over the small of Lukas's back. "That’s good, because you’re not allowed to come until I tell you to, now are you? That’s not how this works, now is it?"
“No, Master,” Lukas whimpered. His cock throbbed painfully between his legs now, the need for release so strong it was almost unbearable. But he knew better than to disobey, knew that he had to wait for Kent’s permission if he didn't want to suffer the consequences. "No, that’s not how this works.”
“Exactly.” Kent’s hand gripped his hip once more, fingers digging into his flesh with almost bruising force. “And that means you don’t get to come until I say so, now does it?”
“No, Master.” Lukas sagged against the table, defeated. He knew he wasn't going to be allowed release, at least not tonight. Kent had made that much clear when he put the restraint on his cock.
But even as the thought entered his mind, he felt a sudden pressure in his lower belly. It took him a moment to realize what it was, but when he did he whimpered in dismay.
“Master?” he said tentatively. “I… I need to use the bathroom.”
Kent chuckled behind him. “So go ahead,” he said, amusement clear in his voice. “You’re right here, so go ahead and piss all over yourself if you need to.”
“But… but I can’t,” Lukas protested. He squirmed a little on the table, feeling the pressure in his bladder increase. “Master, please.”
“Hmm. It seems we have a problem, doesn’t it?” Kent’s hand stroked over his rump almost gently, then gave a sharp slap that made him jump. “After all,” he added thoughtfully, “you can’t very well piss all over my nice clean table, now can you? That would be very rude and messy of you. And it would make rather a mess for me to clean up later, now wouldn’t it?”
Lukas squirmed again, feeling his face heat with sudden humiliation. Kent was right, of course, and he knew it. Pissing on the table would be disrespectful, and would only bring him more punishment and suffering.
But at the same time, he really did need to go. The pressure in his bladder was becoming more insistent by the moment, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he would be able to hold it if he didn’t get to the bathroom soon.
“Well, when you put it that way,” Kent continued slowly, “I suppose I have no choice but to allow you the use of the facilities, now do I? But first,” he added sharply, “I think you need to beg for the privilege. What do you think, hmm?”
“Please,” Lukas gasped, beyond caring how desperate he sounded by this point. “Please, Master, may I please use the bathroom?”
Kent hummed thoughtfully behind him. "Well," he said slowly, "since you asked so nicely, I suppose I can allow it. But first," he added, slapping Lukas's defenseless ass once more, "you need to earn the privilege, don't you?"
Lukas bit back a whimper of frustration. He could feel tears stinging at the backs of his eyes, could feel the pressure in his bladder becoming almost unbearable, but he knew better than to try and argue the point. If Kent said he had to earn his way to the bathroom, then that was exactly what he would do.
“Yes, Master,” he whispered brokenly. “Anything. I’ll do anything you want, just please let me use the bathroom.”
“Of course you will.” Kent’s hand rubbed over his abused flesh once more, then delivered another sharp slap. “After all, you’re my worthless little slave, aren’t you? My property to use and abuse as I see fit. And if I want you to debase yourself like the filthy little piss pig you are, then you’ll do it, won’t you?”
Lukas felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him at the words. He knew exactly what Kent was asking now, knew exactly how he would have to earn the right to use the bathroom.
And even though the thought made him feel sick with shame and degradation, he also couldn’t deny the fresh wave of arousal that washed through him at the thought of doing something so filthy and degrading.
“Yes, Master,” he repeated, his voice hoarse with need. “Yes, I’ll do anything. Please, just let me go to the bathroom.”
“Oh, don’t worry.” Kent’s hand came to rest on the small of his back again, holding him in place even as he strained toward the bathroom. “You can go to the bathroom as much as you need. But I think you should do it right here first, don’t you? I think your worthless little body is more than capable of producing enough piss to earn your freedom, now isn’t it?”
“But… but the table,” Lukas protested, feeling his face flame with shame.
“That’s right.” Kent laughed behind him, clearly amused by his predicament. “The table. But what about the balcony, hmm? I believe I saw a nice little corner out there that you can use. Of course,” he added, giving Lukas’s ass another slap, “you’ll do it on all fours. No standing up like a man for you, now is there? You’ll do it just like the worthless little animal you are.”
“Yes, Master,” Lukas whispered, his humiliation complete. He sagged against the table once more, knowing that he had no choice but to accept his Master’s terms. He would do as he was told, would allow himself to be debased and degraded in any way Kent saw fit. Because in the end, that was what he was — a worthless little piss pig, a slave to be used and abused at his Master’s whim.
“Good boy.” Kent patted his rump once more, then stood back. “On you go, then. And don’t forget,” he added, snapping his fingers together, “you need to bring me back a little souvenir before you’re allowed to relieve yourself properly. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” Lukas agreed, though his tone was dubious. He pushed himself up from the table, wincing as the movement put pressure on his aching ass. But he didn’t have time to focus on the pain now, not when there were much more pressing concerns at hand.
He made his way out to the balcony, moving on hands and knees as he had been told. His bladder throbbed with the need for release, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it for much longer.
Finally, he reached the corner of the balcony. There, he positioned himself as Kent had instructed, squatting down until his ass was low to the ground and his cock and balls hung between his legs.
Then, bracing himself, he allowed his body to do what it had been craving to do for so long now. He felt himself start to piss, felt the warm liquid splash against the balcony floor beneath him, and couldn’t hold back a whimper of relief.
But as the last few drops drained from his body, he remembered Kent’s words. He needed to bring his Master a souvenir, and he could only think of one thing that would fit the bill.
Reaching behind himself, he dipped two fingers into the puddle he had created. Then, not giving himself time to think about how disgusting it was, he lifted them to his mouth and sucked the digits clean.
The taste was sharp and bitter, with a tangy undertone that made his throat clench with sudden revulsion. He gagged a little, but forced himself to keep going until both fingers were clean.
Then, with his mouth full of his own urine, he turned and began making his way back inside. There, he would present his Master with the gift he had been ordered to bring, and would accept whatever further punishment and degradation Kent deemed necessary.
When Lukas returned to the living room once more, he found Kent lounging on the couch with a fresh beer in hand. His eyes narrowed as he caught sight of Lukas, a cruel smile tugging up the corners of his mouth.
“Well, well,” he murmured, setting his beer aside once more. “Look what we have here. If it isn’t my good little piss pig, come back to show me how well he can behave.”
Lukas said nothing. Instead, he crawled the rest of the way across the floor until he was kneeling at Kent’s feet once more.
Kent reached out, running his fingers through Lukas’s hair with an almost gentle touch. “Did you do as you were told?” he asked, amusement clear in his tone. “Did you make a nice mess out there on the balcony for me?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good boy.” Kent scratched him behind the ear, as one might a favorite pet. “That’s a very good boy. And did you remember to bring me my little souvenir? Did you remember what we talked about earlier?”
Lukas shifted a little, suddenly feeling more than a little ridiculous. He was kneeling at his Master’s feet, completely naked, with a mouth full of his own piss. It was humiliating and degrading, and exactly what he had been looking for all along.
“Yes, Master,” he said. The words were garbled, and he had to be careful not to let any of the fluid in his mouth escape.
“Good.” Kent leaned back, picking up his beer once more. He took a long swallow, then nodded down at Lukas. “Well? Don’t keep me waiting. Let me see what you brought me.”
Lukas did as he was told without hesitation. Opening his mouth, he leaned forward to dribble the fluid onto the floor. As he did, he was careful not to spill a single drop — anything he spilled now would only have to be cleaned up later, and he didn’t want to create more work for himself.
Finally, when his mouth was empty, he sat back once more to regard his handiwork. The puddle on the floor in front of him was small, but no less degrading for its size.
Kent chuckled softly, taking another sip of beer as he surveyed the mess. “Well,” he said after a moment, “I suppose that will do. But first,” he went on, setting his bottle aside, “I think we need to take care of one more thing, don’t you?”
Lukas frowned up at him uncertainly. He didn’t know what Kent meant, didn’t know what else he would need to do now that he had completed his task. But before he could ask about it, Kent was leaning forward once more.
“Lie down,” he ordered, already reaching for the belt he had discarded earlier. “Roll over onto your back and lift your feet into the air. It’s time you learned your final lesson for the evening, you worthless little fucktoy.”
Lukas did as he said at once, rolling over onto his back and lifting his legs into the air. His feet were bare, as they had been all night, and he couldn’t help wondering what Kent had planned for him now.
Behind him, Kent picked up the belt. He snapped it sharply against his palm, the sound making Lukas jump and whimper with fear.
“You’ve been a good boy tonight,” he said slowly. “You’ve done everything you were told to do, and you haven’t complained even once. And for that,” he added meaningfully, “you’ve earned a reward, haven’t you?”
Lukas shuddered at the dark promise in his tone. He didn’t want a reward, not if it came in the form of that belt. He didn’t think he could take another beating right now, not on top of everything else he had endured already.
But he knew better than to protest. Instead, he remained where he was, his legs in the air and his feet exposed. He waited, barely daring to breathe, as Kent moved into position beside him.
“Now, then,” Kent said conversationally. “We wouldn’t want you to get too cocky, now would we? We wouldn’t want you to start thinking you were better than you are, now would we?”
“No, Master,” Lukas breathed, bracing himself. His ass was still sore from the beating it had taken, and the thought of enduring more pain right now was almost more than he could bear.
But then Kent was lifting the belt, bringing it down across the soles of Lukas’s bare feet with a sharp crack. The pain was intense, and Lukas howled in response, jerking involuntarily at the impact.
Kent brought the belt down again, and again, each blow landing squarely across Lukas’s upturned soles. The pain grew with each strike, until Lukas was writhing and crying out on the floor.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Kent stopped. He tossed the belt aside once more, then reached down to run his hand over Lukas’s abused flesh almost tenderly.
“There,” he said softly. “There. Now you remember exactly who you are and what you’re good for, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master.” Lukas could barely breathe, let alone speak. The pain in his feet was overwhelming, but even so he couldn’t deny the fresh surge of arousal that had gone through him at this new level of degradation.
“Yes, I remember.”
“Good.” Kent straightened, moving back to sit on the couch once more. There, he picked up his beer and took another long drink before regarding Lukas thoughtfully.
“Well, then.” He licked his lips slowly, deliberately. “I believe you said something about worshipping my feet, didn’t you? So why don’t you get to it, hmm? Show me exactly what you meant by that.”
Lukas hesitated, feeling his face flame with sudden embarrassment. He hadn’t really meant it when he had made that comment on Grindr, but now it seemed he would have to follow through regardless. He was going to have to worship Kent’s feet, just as he had promised.
But even as he had the thought, he couldn’t deny that the idea was more than a little appealing. After all, he had always harbored more than a few fantasies about worshipping a beautiful man’s feet. And now, it seemed, he was finally going to get the chance to live them out.
With that in mind, he pushed himself up off the floor once more. His feet throbbed with pain, but he did his best to ignore it as he crawled across the floor to where Kent was waiting.
There, he positioned himself between his Master’s outstretched legs. Kent lifted one foot from the floor, then rested it on Lukas’s shoulder as he took another sip of beer.
Lukas took this as the permission it was surely meant to be. Lowering his head, he began to lick at Kent’s foot. He ran his tongue up the sole, then across the top, paying special attention to the areas between the toes.
As he worked, he could feel Kent watching him. His Master’s eyes were narrowed, his expression thoughtful, and Lukas couldn’t help but wonder what he must be thinking right now.
Finally, just when he thought he couldn’t stand the silence any longer, Kent spoke.
“You know,” he said slowly, his voice thoughtful, “I’ve been thinking.”
Lukas froze, his tongue stilling against the sole of Kent’s foot. His heart was racing now, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever was about to happen next wouldn’t be good.
“Yes, Master?” he said after a long moment, when it became clear that Kent wasn’t going to continue on his own.
“Yes.” Kent took another sip of beer, then set the bottle aside once more. As he did, his foot moved from Lukas’s shoulder to press against the side of his face instead.
“I’ve been thinking,” he repeated. “And what I’ve been thinking is this — you want to be my slave, don’t you? You want to belong to me, body and soul.”
It wasn’t a question, and Lukas didn’t dare try to deny it. Instead, he nodded silently, not trusting himself to speak right now.
“Yes,” Kent went on, apparently taking his silence for the agreement it was. “I thought as much. And that means you’re ready for the next step, doesn’t it?”
Lukas hesitated again. He still wasn’t sure what Kent meant, but the dark promise in his Master’s voice was enough to make him more than a little apprehensive.
Finally, unable to bear the suspense any longer, he nodded once more. Whatever Kent had in mind for him, he would accept it. After all, that was what it meant to be a slave, wasn’t it? It meant accepting whatever your Master deemed appropriate, no matter what form that might take.
“I’m glad you agree,” Kent purred. He lifted his foot from the side of Lukas’s face, then brought it down sharply on the abused soles once more.
Lukas cried out at the fresh wave of pain, jerking involuntarily beneath the blow. But even as he did, he knew he didn’t dare move away. He was where he was meant to be, serving his Master to the best of his ability, and that was all that mattered.
“That’s better,” Kent murmured approvingly. His foot pressed down again, making Lukas whimper softly. “Now, then. I believe I asked you a question a moment ago, and you never answered. What do you say, hmm? Are you ready to take the next step?”
Lukas swallowed hard, trying to push past the pain so he could focus on what was being asked of him. Finally, after a long moment, he found his voice once more.
“Yes, Master.” The words were more of a whisper than anything else, but they were enough. “Yes, I’m ready.”
“Good.” Kent lifted his foot once more, giving Lukas a moment of respite. “Then let’s begin, shall we? Get up,” he added, already standing. “Time you earned your keep, you worthless little slave.”
Lukas pushed himself up off the floor as best he could. His feet ached, and he was forced to stumble across the room to where Kent was now standing.
His Master regarded him for a long moment, a look of cool assessment on his face. Then, finally, he seemed to come to a decision.
“Kneel,” he ordered. “Right here.”
Lukas knelt. He positioned himself in the center of the room, directly in front of Kent, then waited to see what would happen next.
Kent moved to stand directly in front of him. There, he reached down to take hold of his soft cock, stroking it slowly as he regarded Lukas.
“Open your mouth,” he said, his voice rough with arousal now. “Stick out your tongue.”
Lukas obeyed at once. He opened his mouth wide, sticking out his tongue so that Kent would have a steady surface on which to piss.
“That’s it.” Kent stepped closer, until the tip of his cock was pressed against Lukas’s waiting tongue. “That’s it. This time you’re going to drink it right from the tap, you filthy little piss pig. And if you spill a single drop,” he added darkly, “you’ll be cleaning it up with your tongue. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good.” With that, Kent began to piss. His urine arched down into Lukas’s mouth, filling it with the warm, bitter fluid.
Lukas swallowed as best he could, but already he could tell it wouldn’t be enough. The pressure was too much, too fast, and he felt the fluid begin to escape from the corners of his mouth.
It ran down his chin and onto his chest, dripping into his lap to pool on the floor beneath him. He whimpered softly, but made no move to pull away, even as the fluid continued to flow into his mouth.
“There we go,” Kent purred, amusement clear in his voice now. “That’s a good boy. Just keep swallowing.”
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the flow of urine stopped. Lukas gagged and coughed, spitting the last few drops onto the floor in front of himself.
But Kent only laughed. “Looks like someone made a mess,” he mocked, already reaching for his belt once more. “And we can’t have that now, can we? Not when we have a worthless little slave around to clean it up for us.”
Lukas whimpered softly, already knowing what was about to happen. He watched, helpless, as Kent moved to stand behind him once more. Then, without warning, the belt came down across his exposed back.
Lukas howled with pain and surprise. He jerked forward instinctively, but Kent’s free hand came down on the back of his neck, forcing him into position once more.
“I think I’ll give you ten for that little mess,” Kent mused, already drawing his hand back for another blow. “That should teach you not to be so sloppy in the future, shouldn’t it?”
“Yes, Master,” Lukas agreed quickly. He braced himself, waiting for the next blow to fall. But this time, rather than strike his back, Kent brought the belt down across his already sore ass instead.
Lukas cried out once more, squirming beneath the sudden onslaught. But Kent only repeated the blow, striking him again and again as Lukas writhed and pleaded beneath him.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the punishment came to an end. Kent tossed the belt aside, then moved around to stand in front of Lukas once more.
“Well,” he said after a moment. “It looks like you still have a mess to clean up, don’t you? Get to it.”
Lukas obeyed without hesitation. Lowering his head to the floor, he began lapping at the puddle he had created.
As he did, he could feel Kent’s eyes on him. His Master watched him with an expression of amusement and approval, clearly enjoying the sight of his slave debasing himself in such a way.
Finally, when the last of the fluid had been cleaned up, Kent spoke once more.
“Well, then.” His voice was thoughtful, his words measured. “It seems our evening has finally come to an end, hasn’t it? But don’t worry,” he went on, as Lukas looked up at him in confusion. “This is far from over, now isn’t it?”
“I don’t understand, Master,” Lukas whispered. Despite the pain and humiliation he had endured tonight, he couldn’t suppress the sudden surge of hope that went through him at the words. Did Kent mean what he thought he did? Did he mean that this was only the beginning of what he had planned for Lukas But before he could voice the question, Kent was answering for him. “No,” he said with a cruel smile. “This isn’t over. Not even close. In fact, you can consider what we’ve done here tonight to be only the very beginning of what I have in store for you.”
“I think you do.” Kent moved closer once more, reaching out to run his fingers through Lukas’s hair in a gesture that was almost tender. “Or at least, I think you hope you do. You want this, don’t you? Want to be my permeant slave.”
Lukas nodded quickly, eager now. He had never wanted anything so much in his life. More than anything else, he wanted to be Kent’s slave. Wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything before.
“Yes, Master,” he breathed. “Please, I want it so much.”
“Hmm.” Kent regarded him silently for another long moment. Finally, as if coming to some sort of decision, he nodded. “Very well, then. If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll have. But,” he went on sharply, “there will be rules. Lots of rules. And if you disobey, even once, there will be punishment. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” Lukas nodded eagerly. Rules were the last thing he was worried about right now. After all, hadn’t he been fantasizing about this very thing for years now? Hadn’t he dreamed about having a Master who would lay down the law for him? Someone who would control him and use him and abuse him as he saw fit? Of course he had, and now it looked as though that dream was finally coming true.
“Good.” Kent scratched him behind the ear again, as one might a particularly beloved pet. “Now, as for those rules. First, I’ll be keeping a copy of the key to your apartment. Second, you’re not to leave this house unless it’s for work or I give you permission, is that understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good.” Kent’s hand moved down to his throat, gripping the metal collar that encircled it almost possessively. “And third, while we’re in the process of getting to know each other, you’ll remain naked and ready for my arrival at all times. I might stop by at any point to use what’s mine, and I expect to find you prepared and waiting when I do.”
Lukas felt a fresh surge of desire go through him at the thought. He would be here, naked and waiting, ready to serve his Master in any way he needed. It was a delicious feeling, one that made his cock throb with need in spite of the restraint that still encircled it.
“Now,” Kent went on, giving him a shake, “I believe we still have some unfinished business to attend to before we call it a night, don’t we?”
With that, he released his grip on Lukas’s collar. Instead, he moved around behind him once more, running his hands almost lovingly over his abused ass.
Lukas shuddered at the sensation, but made no attempt to pull away. He knew what was coming now, knew that Kent was preparing to fuck him once more.
As if to confirm his suspicions, he heard the sound of Kent’s belt being undone once more. It was followed by the rasp of a zipper, and then a moan from Kent as he freed his erection from the confines of his jeans.
Lukas shifted a little, anticipation and desire flooding through him in equal measure. He wanted this, wanted to feel his Master’s cock inside him once more.
And this time he didn't have to worry about cumming, or pleasing Kent in any way. He just had to lie there and accept what was happening to him, just had to give his body over to the exquisite torment his Master was going to inflict upon him.
Finally, the moment he had been waiting for arrived. He felt the tip of Kent’s cock press against his already well-used hole, and couldn’t hold back a whimper of anticipation.
“Please, Master,” he gasped, arching back as best he could with his hands still bound behind his back. “Please fuck me. Please use me.”
“Of course.” Kent gripped his hips, holding him in place as he began to push inside. “After all,” he added with a laugh, “that’s what worthless little fucktoys like you are for, now isn’t it?”
“Yes, Master,” Lukas breathed. His hole was still stretched and abused from the earlier invasion, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt as Kent forced himself inside once more. He was big and thick, and Lukas felt himself clenching involuntarily at the intrusion.
But Kent didn’t let that stop him. Instead, he continued to push forward, forcing his cock into Lukas’s tight passage inch by inch, until finally he was buried to the hilt.
Lukas moaned and squirmed beneath him, impaled on his Master’s thick shaft. He felt himself clench involuntarily around the invasion once more, then forced himself to relax and accept what was happening.
“There we are,” Kent purred from behind him. “There we are. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Master.” Lukas shifted a little, testing his bonds once more. They were still tight, still held his hands firmly in place behind his back, and he found himself whimpering softly at the knowledge.
“Good.” Kent drew his hips back, almost pulling out of Lukas completely, before slamming forward once more. The force of it drove the breath from Lukas’s lungs, and he cried out in response.
Kent set up a brutal pace then, fucking into him with deep, powerful thrusts. Lukas moaned and cried out beneath him, his body jerking with the force of each impact.
As the assault continued, he felt his arousal building once more. His cock throbbed between his legs, but the restraint around it prevented him from achieving release.
He knew he would have to find some other way to achieve orgasm, and he didn’t have to wait long to discover what that would be.
As Kent continued to fuck him, one hand moved around Lukas’s body. It gripped his cock, holding it firmly in place as a second hand moved to probe at his already well-abused hole.
Lukas cried out in surprise at the sudden intrusion. He squirmed and fought, but it was no use.
Lukas cried out in surprise at the sudden intrusion. He squirmed and fought, but it was no use. Kent’s fingers pressed into him, forcing him to accept the double penetration that was being forced upon him.
It was too much, almost more than he could take. He felt himself clamping down around both invasions, felt his hole spasm with the overload of sensations that threatened to overwhelm him.
And then, just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, Kent’s fingers found his prostate. They pressed against it mercilessly, rubbing and massaging until Lukas thought he might go insane from the sensations that were flooding his system.
He moaned and cried out, bucking and writhing on the floor as Kent continued his assault. He could feel his orgasm building inside him, could feel it rushing through his body like a tidal wave of pleasure and pain.
Finally, with a cry, he came. His cock pulsed and throbbed in Kent’s cruel grip, and his hole spasmed around the twin invasions that stretched it so deliciously.
Kent continued to pound into him, drawing out his pleasure as he took his own. Finally, with a last powerful thrust, he buried himself inside Lukas’s clenching hole.
There was a moment of silence as they both caught their breath, and then Kent withdrew. He stood, zipping his pants once more before moving around to stand in front of where Lukas still lay on the floor.
“Well,” he said slowly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, “I’d say that was a very productive evening, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Master,” Lukas managed, his voice hoarse from crying out. He remained where he was, his hands still bound behind him and his ass still sore from everything he had been through.
“Hmm.” Kent considered him for a moment, then nodded decisively. “Well, then. I believe it’s about time we got you settled in for the night, wouldn’t you say?”
Lukas hesitated, unsure how to respond. He wasn’t sure what Kent had in mind for him now, wasn’t sure if he would be punished or rewarded for his behavior tonight.
Finally, after a moment of indecision, he nodded. Whatever Kent had planned for him, he would accept it. After all, that was what it meant to be a slave, wasn’t it?
“Good.” Kent crossed the floor to where he had discarded his shirt earlier in the evening. There, he paused, regarding Lukas thoughtfully. “I think you can let yourself out of those cuffs now,” he said after a moment.
Lukas did as he said. With fumbling fingers, he undid the clasps that held the cuffs in place. As he did, he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief at finally being free once more.
But his relief was short-lived. Kent crossed the floor once more, already removing his belt.
“No, Master,” Lukas whimpered, knowing what was about to happen next. “Please.”
But it was no use. Without so much as a word, Kent grabbed him by the arm and dragged him across the floor.
He stopped when he reached the hallway that led to the bedroom. There, he forced Lukas down onto his knees, then pressed his face into the floor.
Lukas obeyed, knowing better than to protest. He pressed his face against the cool tiles, feeling the sting of humiliation that went through him at being made to do something so degrading.
Kent stood over him, the belt held loosely in his hand. “Count,” he ordered. And with that, he raised the belt and brought it down across Lukas’s exposed ass.
Lukas howled in pain and surprise, jerking involuntarily beneath the blow. But he knew better than to try to escape, knew that he had to remain where he was and accept his punishment.
“One,” he gasped when he could finally speak again. The word was more of a sob than anything else, but he knew Kent would understand what he meant.
Kent raised the belt once more, bringing it down across Lukas’s sore ass. “Two,” Lukas counted, his voice breaking on another sob. He squirmed beneath the blows, helpless to stop himself as the pain washed over him in waves.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the blows stopped. Kent reached down, grabbing a handful of Lukas’s hair and forcing him to look up.
“Now,” he said, amusement clear in his tone. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson yet? Do you think you know how to behave from now on?”
“Yes, Master.” The words were a whimper, but they were enough. Lukas knew he had learned his lesson well and truly, knew that he would do anything to avoid a repeat of this particular punishment. “Yes, I know how to behave now.”
“Good.” Kent released his grip on Lukas's hair, allowing him to drop his forehead back to the floor once more. “Good boy.”
He stood there a moment, apparently lost in thought. Then, finally, he stirred.
“Get up,” he said. “It’s time for bed.” With that, he turned and made his way down the hall to the bedroom.
Lukas remained where he was for a moment, too stunned to move. He had more than half-expected to be thrown out after his punishment, but now it seemed that Kent had other ideas.
Finally, he pushed himself up off the floor. His ass throbbed with pain, but he did his best to ignore it as he made his way down the hall after his Master.
When he reached the bedroom, he found Kent already stripping out of the last of his clothes. His shirt and pants had already been discarded, and now he was busily removing his socks.
Seeing Lukas in the doorway, he smirked. “Well?” he asked, amusement clear in his voice. “Are you just going to stand there all night?”
Lukas hurried to obey, rushing across the room to where Kent stood. There, he dropped to his knees once more and began removing his Master’s socks, using his teeth as he had been taught.
Kent watched him for a moment, a look of fond amusement on his face. Then, with a soft chuckle, he reached down to run his hand through Lukas’s sweat-dampened hair.
“Good boy,” he praised. “That’s a good boy. Now,” he went on, straightening once more, “I think it’s about time we got ready for bed, don’t you?”
Lukas nodded, already moving to pull back the covers as Kent had indicated he should. His heart was racing, anticipation flooding through him as he imagined what the rest of the night might hold.
But as it turned out, his fears were unfounded. Once the sheets had been turned back, Kent moved across the room to the closet. There, he withdrew a small pillow and blanket, which he tossed onto the floor at the foot of the mattress.
Lukas watched him uncertainly, not sure what to make of this latest development. Did Kent mean for him to sleep down there? On the floor like some sort of pet?
As if in answer to his unspoken question, Kent smirked down at him. “That’s right.” His eyes gleamed with amusement as he watched Lukas hesitate. “After all,” he went on mockingly, “what kind of Master would I be if I didn’t provide somewhere comfortable for my good little slave to sleep?”
Lukas felt his face flame with humiliation at the words, but he knew better than to argue. Instead, he hurried to make up the small bed as best he could, using the pillow and blanket Kent had provided for him.
Finally, when he was finished, he turned back to his Master. Kent was already in bed, the covers pulled up as he regarded Lukas with an amused expression.
“Well?” he said after a moment. “Aren’t you going to wish your Master goodnight?”
Lukas flushed again, feeling his humiliation wash over him once more. He knew what Kent was asking of him now, knew what he would have to do if he didn’t want to incur his Master’s wrath.
Lowering his eyes submissively, he crawled across the mattress to where Kent lay. There, he bent to press a kiss against first one of his Master’s feet, and then the other.
“Goodnight, Master,” he murmured, trying to keep the humiliation he felt from his voice. “Thank you for allowing me the privilege of serving you tonight.”
Kent chuckled softly, clearly amused by the sight of his slave debasing himself in such a way. “You’re very welcome,” he purred, reaching down to scratch Lukas behind the ear. “Now,” he went on, his voice taking on a darker note, “I suggest you get in your bed before I decide you need another lesson in how to behave.”
Lukas needed no further encouragement. With a hurried nod, he rushed back to his own small bed at the foot of the mattress. There, he curled up beneath the thin blanket and did his best to find a comfortable position.
Finally, when he had done the best he could, he turned his attention back to Kent. His Master was watching him, an expression of amusement on his handsome features.
“Sleep tightly,” he said, reaching out to turn off the light. “We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow. Lots of rules to go over, remember?”
“Yes, Master.” Lukas felt a thrill of anticipation go through him at the words. He couldn’t wait to learn what other rules his Master had in store for him.
With that in mind, he curled up in his small bed once more. There, with visions of what tomorrow would bring dancing through his mind, he allowed himself to drift off to sleep.
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