Lukas awoke the next morning to the feeling of something nudging his face. He grunted softly and tried to roll away, but the nudging continued, insistent.
Finally, the fog of sleep began to clear from his mind and he became aware of his surroundings once more. He was lying on the floor at the foot of his bed, a thin blanket pulled up over his naked body. The events of the previous evening came rushing back to him and he pushed himself up onto his elbows, a fresh wave of desire washing over him.
Kent stood over him. He was already dressed in a pair of black jeans and a t-shirt, his feet bare on the cool tile of the bedroom floor. His eyes narrowed as he regarded Lukas.
“Well?” he demanded. “Are you going to sleep all day?”
Lukas pushed himself up with a mumbled apology. His body ached, his skin sticky with dried sweat and other fluids. He could smell the sharp tang of urine, could taste the bitter flavor of Kent’s come in his mouth.
He whimpered softly, already feeling his cock start to stir once more. There was something so deliciously humiliating about waking up in such a state, something that spoke to the darkest parts of his desire.
Kent nudged him again, more sharply this time. “Get up.” His voice was harsh, demanding, and Lukas didn’t dare disobey.
He pushed himself up off the floor, his legs trembling slightly from the abuse they had taken. His feet were bare and his cock hung between his legs, already starting to stiffen with interest.
Kent moved to stand in front of him. He reached down and took Lukas’s chin in hand, forcing him to meet his eyes.
“Well?” he said again. “Are you just going to sit there all day, or are you going to get to work?”
“I-I don’t understand.” Lukas swallowed hard, feeling his face heat with embarrassment. He didn’t know what Kent meant, didn’t know what he was supposed to do now.
Kent chuckled. “What’s the matter?” he asked mockingly. “Cat got your tongue?”
“I-I’m sorry.” Lukas dropped his gaze once more, unable to meet Kent’s eyes. “I just… I don’t know what you want me to do.”
Kent released his grip on Lukas’s chin, allowing him to look away once more. “Hmm. Well, when you figure it out, be sure to let me know, won’t you?” He reached down to take hold of his cock through the rough fabric of his jeans. “In the meantime, I have a bladder to empty. You’ll take it in your mouth, of course. Open up.”
Lukas did as he was told at once. He dropped to his knees without hesitation, his mouth already open and waiting.
Kent stepped closer, already unfastening his jeans. He took himself in hand and nudged Lukas’s lips with the tip of his cock.
Lukas whimpered softly, but obeyed at once. Opening his mouth, he allowed Kent to feed him his rapidly stiffening length inch by inch, until his Master’s cock filled his mouth.
Finally, once he was fully sheathed, Kent began to piss. His urine flooded Lukas’s mouth, the bitter flavor sharp on his tongue. Lukas swallowed as best he could, determined not to spill a drop.
As he did, he felt Kent’s hand come to rest on the back of his head. His fingers tangled in Lukas’s hair, holding him in place with a grip that was almost bruising.
Lukas continued to swallow, his throat working around Kent’s thick length. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the flow of urine slowed to a stop.
Lukas gagged and coughed, but made no move to pull away. Instead, he remained where he was, Kent’s softening cock still filling his mouth, as he waited for further instructions.
Finally, his Master stepped back.
“Well?” he demanded after a moment. “Don’t tell me you’re finished already.”
Lukas hesitated. He wasn’t sure if Kent was mocking him or not, wasn’t sure if this was some sort of test. But either way, he knew he couldn’t disobey a direct order from his Master.
With that in mind, and with his gaze lowered submissively, he began to clean his Master’s cock with his tongue. He lapped at the softening flesh, licking away the last few drops of urine.
Finally, when he was satisfied that his work was done, he sat back on his heels once more to await further instructions.
Kent chuckled. “Very good.” He reached down, running his fingers through Lukas hair almost affectionately. “And now,” he went on after a moment, “I suppose you’ll be needing to take care of your own business, hmm? Go on, then,” he added when Lukas hesitated. “The corner of the balcony is this way, I believe.”
Lukas felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him at the words. He remembered what had happened the night before, and his face flamed with shame at the memory.
But he knew better than to disobey. Pushing himself to his feet, he made his way out to the balcony once more. There, he positioned himself as he had the night before and allowed his body to do what it so desperately needed to do.
As he pissed, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. That one day these things would be routine, commonplace even. It was a delicious feeling, one that made his cock throb with interest between his legs.
When he was finished, he made his way back inside. He paused in the kitchen, remembering belatedly that he was supposed to offer Kent a drink first thing in the morning. Hurrying to the refrigerator, he withdrew a beer and popped the top. Then, making his way back to where Kent stood waiting, he got down on his knees and offered it up.
Kent took the bottle from him, a frown marring his handsome features. “Well,” he said slowly, “that was certainly fast. But I think it was also a little too late, wasn’t it?”
Lukas swallowed hard. He had a feeling he knew what was coming now, and the knowledge was more than a little daunting.
“No, Master,” he said after a moment, doing his best to keep his tone respectful and submissive. “No, it was the proper time. I just… I forgot. Please forgive me.”
Kent raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Forgot?” he repeated, his tone dangerous. “You forgot to bring your Master his morning beer? My, my. It seems we have a very forgetful little slave on our hands, don’t we?”
Lukas trembled, already knowing what was about to happen. He didn’t dare move, didn’t dare try to escape the punishment that was surely coming his way. After all, he had been careless, and now he would have to pay the price for his mistake.
Kent put down the beer he still held. Then, without warning, he reached out and grabbed Lukas by the hair. With a rough tug, he forced Lukas to his feet.
Lukas cried out in surprise, but made no attempt to pull away. Instead, allowing Kent to drag him across the floor to the middle of the room, he waited to see what would happen next.
Finally, Kent stopped. He turned to regard Lukas, amusement and annoyance warring for dominance on his handsome features. Finally, he seemed to come to some sort of decision.
“Kneel,” he ordered, giving Lukas a shove.
Lukas dropped to his knees at once. His cock hung between his thighs, already stiffening with interest as he awaited his punishment.
Kent stood over him for a long moment, clearly thinking. Finally, he nodded to himself and moved to the closet once more.
Lukas waited, anticipation and fear flooding through him in equal measure. What punishment did Kent have in store for him this time? And how could he be sure that he would be able to endure it?
As it turned out, the answer was one he could never have expected. Kent withdrew the belt from the closet once more, the same one he had used to beat Lukas so mercilessly the night before.
Lukas winced at the sight of it, remembering all too clearly how badly it had hurt when Kent had struck his already sore ass with the thick strip of leather. But as it turned out, that wasn’t what his Master had in mind for him this time.
Instead, he moved to stand directly behind Lukas. There, he doubled the belt over in his hand, then brought it down across Lukas’s back.
Lukas howled with pain and surprise. He squirmed and bucked beneath the sudden onslaught, but Kent showed him no mercy.
“Hold still.” Kent struck him again, the blow falling across Lukas’s shoulders this time. “Hold still and take your punishment like a good little slave.”
Lukas bit back a cry, determined to do as he was told. He forced himself to remain motionless, waiting for the next blow to fall.
It came quickly, striking him across the back once more. The pain was intense, and he couldn’t hold back a cry of agony as the blow fell.
Kent laughed softly. “That’s it.” He brought the belt down again, this time across Lukas’s upper back. “That’s it. Sing for me, you little bitch. Let me hear you scream.”
Lukas sobbed and moaned, unable to hold back his cries any longer. He writhed and bucked, but Kent’s free hand held him in place, keeping him on his knees as the punishment continued to rain down on him.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the blows stopped. Kent stood over him, the belt still held at the ready in his hand.
“Had enough?” he asked after a moment. His chest was heaving slightly, his eyes gleaming with dark arousal.
Lukas swallowed hard, trying to catch his breath. “Yes, Master,” he gasped, knowing better than to risk further punishment by telling the truth. He remained where he was, his back throbbing with pain as he waited to see what his Master would do next.
Kent tossed the belt aside. “Good.” His eyes raked over Lukas, taking in the sight of his naked, trembling form. “Very good. And now, I believe our business here is done, hmm?”
Lukas nodded, not trusting himself to speak. His back was on fire, the pain of the belt still resonating through his system in waves.
Kent smirked down at him, clearly enjoying the sight of his suffering. Then, reaching down, he took Lukas by the arm and hauled him to his feet once more.
“Come on, then.” He gave Lukas a shove towards the kitchen. “Let’s see about getting some breakfast ready, shall we?”
Lukas hurried to obey. His back throbbed and burned, but he did his best to ignore it as he made his way to the kitchen.
Once there, he busied himself gathering what he would need. Finally, when everything was ready, he turned back to Kent.
“What would Master like for breakfast this morning?”
Kent regarded him for a moment, then shrugged. “Eggs will be fine, I suppose. Just fry them up in a pan, nice and simple.”
Lukas bowed his head in silent acknowledgement. He cracked four eggs into the pan that was already heating on the stove, then waited for them to cook.
As he did so, his thoughts turned to Kent once more. He remembered the feel of his Master’s hands on him, the weight of his cock as he had taken him the night before. He remembered the exquisite torment of his ass being stretched around the thick intrusion, the feel of Kent’s cum filling him as he had violated his most secret places.
His cock stirred at the memory, stiffening with interest between his legs. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to will his erection away, but it was no use. He wanted his Master, wanted to feel him inside him once more.
Finally, the eggs were ready. Lukas transferred them to a plate, then carried it over to where Kent sat waiting.
He got down on his knees beside his Master’s chair, then held the plate up to him with bowed head. “Here you are, Sir,” he murmured, his gaze still lowered submissively.
Kent chuckled softly. “Very good,” he purred, already reaching for a fork. “You’re learning.”
Lukas remained where he was as Kent ate, content to kneel at his Master’s feet and await any further commands that might be forthcoming. He knew that he had been a naughty boy, had disobeyed and forgotten his place, but he also knew that he had been punished for his mistakes. And now that he had received his punishment, he was eager to do whatever it took to make it up to Kent and earn back his good favor.
As it turned out, what he would have to do was simpler than he could have imagined. Once Kent had finished eating, he pushed his plate away and regarded Lukas thoughtfully. Finally, as if coming to some sort of decision, he smirked.
“Here.” He reached out, gripping Lukas by the hair once more and forcing him to look up and meet his eyes. “Open up.”
Lukas obeyed at once, parting his lips as Kent scraped what was left of the eggs onto the floor. Then, releasing his grip on Lukas’s hair, he gestured to the mess he had made.
“Go on.” His eyes gleamed with cruel amusement as he watched Lukas hesitate. “Eat up. That’s your breakfast, isn’t it? And we wouldn’t want it to go to waste now, would we?”
Lukas felt his face flame with humiliation, but he knew better than to argue. Instead, he lowered his head once more and began to lap at the mess Kent had made.
As he did, his Master watched him, an expression of cruel amusement on his face. “There’s a good boy,” he crooned, reaching down to scratch Lukas behind the ear as one might a favored pet. “That’s it, eat up. You know you want to.”
And Lukas did want to. Despite the humiliation he felt at being treated in such a way, he also felt a thrill of excitement go through him. It felt good to be forced to debase himself like this, to be punished for his naughtiness in such a deliciously public way.
Finally, when the last of the eggs had been cleaned up, he sat back on his haunches once more and awaited further instructions. He knew that Kent would tell him when he was done, and until then he would remain as he was, awaiting his Master’s word.
Finally, as if he had read Lukas’s thoughts, Kent spoke. “Well,” he murmured, amusement still clear in his tone, “I’d say that takes care of breakfast, wouldn’t you?”
Lukas nodded silently, still not daring to look up and meet Kent’s eyes.
“Good.” Kent scratched him behind the ear again, then pushed himself to his feet. “Now,” he went on, already starting across the room, “I believe it’s time we got started on those lessons I promised you, don’t you? Or do you think a filthy little sperm-pig like you knows everything there is to know about pleasing a Master like me?”
Lukas’s face flamed with humiliation at the question. He hurried to scramble to his feet and follow Kent across the room.
“I-I don’t know what you mean, Master,” he stammered, already dreading what was to come.
But Kent only laughed. “Is that right?” He turned to face Lukas, a look of cruel amusement on his handsome features. “My, my. I guess you really don’t know everything there is to know, now do you? And that means we’ll have to start at the beginning, won’t we?”
Lukas shifted uncertainly, not at all sure he liked the sound of that. “I-I’m not sure I understand, Master,” he said again.
Kent raised an eyebrow at him, clearly amused by his slave’s confusion. “Not sure you understand?” he repeated mockingly. “My, my, we really do have a lot of work to do, now don’t we?” He gestured to Lukas’s stiff cock. “Tell me,” he went on, his eyes narrowed thoughtfully, “have you ever tasted a man’s cum before?”
Lukas flushed again. He remembered how he had swallowed Kent’s cum the night before, remembered the bitter flavor of it on his tongue. And he remembered how his Master had forced him to clean it from his ass this morning, remembered the taste and feel of it in his mouth.
“Yes, Master,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with embarrassment. “I have.”
“Hmm.” Kent moved closer, reaching down to take Lukas’s cock in hand. He gave it a rough pump, making Lukas gasp and buck into the touch. “And how did it taste?” he demanded, giving Lukas’s length a squeeze. “Did you like the taste of my cum in your mouth, you filthy little fucktoy?”
Lukas moaned and thrust into his Master’s cruel grip. He felt his humiliation building inside him once more, felt it and the desire that went with it until it was almost more than he could bear.
“Yes, Master.” The words were more of a whimper than anything else, but they were enough. “Yes, I liked it.”
Kent laughed harshly. “I’ll bet you did,” he mocked, giving Lukas’s trapped length another rough pump. “I’ll bet you loved the taste of your Master’s cum in your mouth, didn’t you, you disgusting little cockslut?”
Lukas cried out and thrust into Kent’s grip once more. His hips jerked back and forth, his cock straining towards his Master’s touch.
But Kent denied him the relief he so desperately needed. Instead, he released his grip on Lukas’s throbbing length and took a step back.
“On your knees.” The command was sharp, harsh, and Lukas didn’t dare disobey. He dropped to his knees once more, his gaze lowered submissively as he awaited his next order.
Kent moved to stand in front of him. There, he reached down and took his own cock in hand, stroking it roughly as he stared down at his kneeling slave. Finally, when he was fully hard once more, he nudged Lukas’s lips with his length.
Lukas obeyed at once. He opened his mouth and allowed Kent to feed him his cock inch by inch, until his Master’s full length was sheathed inside him once more.
Kent moaned softly and thrust his hips forward. “That’s it,” he praised, reaching down to tangle his fingers in Lukas’s hair. “That’s it. Suck your Master’s cock, you filthy little whore.”
Lukas whimpered softly, but obeyed at once. Lowering his head, he began to move back and forth, taking Kent’s full length into his mouth with every bob of his head.
As he did so, he felt his arousal continue to build. His own cock throbbed between his legs, the denial he had already suffered only serving to heighten his need.
Finally, after several long moments, Kent gave a sudden thrust forward. He buried himself inside Lukas’s mouth, his cock pressing into the back of his throat.
Lukas gagged and coughed, but made no attempt to move away. Instead, he allowed Kent to hold him in place as his Master’s cock pulsed and throbbed, filling his mouth with cum.
The bitter flavor flooded his senses and Lukas swallowed convulsively. He drank down every drop of what his Master gave him, moaning softly at the exquisite taste and feel of it on his tongue.
Finally, when Kent was finished, he withdrew. He stepped back, leaving Lukas to cough and gasp as he struggled to catch his breath once more.
But his Master wasn’t finished with him yet. Instead, he reached down and grabbed Lukas by the chin, forcing him to meet his eyes once more.
“Well?” he demanded, amusement clear in his voice. “How was that? Did you enjoy the taste of my cum down your throat, you disgusting little fuckpig?”
“Yes, Master,” Lukas breathed, his voice hoarse and rough. “It tasted wonderful.”
Kent’s lips curled into a smirk and he released his grip on Lukas's face. “Good,” he purred after a moment. “That’s good. Now,” he went on, smacking his lips exaggeratedly, “I could use a drink, I think. What do you say we see what’s in the refrigerator, hmm?”
Lukas hurried to comply. Scrambling to his feet, he rushed to the refrigerator and withdrew another beer. Then, hurrying back to where Kent waited, he got down on his knees and offered the bottle up to his Master.
Kent took it from him with a chuckle. “Well, well,” he mused, already twisting off the cap. “Aren’t we eager to please all of a sudden? To what do I owe the honor of such attentive service?”
Lukas blushed and lowered his gaze once more. “I only want to please my Master in any way I can,” he said after a moment.
Kent chuckled again. “Hmm. Well, I think you’re doing a pretty good job of it so far.” He took a long pull from the bottle, then smacked his lips in satisfaction. “Now then,” he went on after a moment, “I think it’s about time we started making ourselves comfortable here, don’t you? It is my apartment, after all, and I think it’s high time things were rearranged to suit me.”
Lukas frowned uncertainly. He wasn’t sure what Kent meant, but he had the feeling he wasn’t going to like it. After all, the apartment was already arranged the way he liked it, and he couldn’t imagine his Master having the same tastes and preferences he did.
But in the end, his opinion didn’t matter. This was what it meant to be a slave, he reminded himself, forcing down the instant protest that rose to his lips. It meant rearranging your life to suit your Master, and that was exactly what he would do.
Without another word, he got to his feet once more. Then, turning to survey the apartment, he set to work doing as Kent had commanded.
As it turned out, his fears had been well-founded. His Master had very different ideas about how the furniture should be arranged, and he quickly set about putting them into action.
Kent, meanwhile, lounged on the couch, a fresh beer in hand as he watched Lukas struggle to move the heavier pieces into their new positions. He didn’t offer to help, and Lukas knew better than to ask.
Finally, after hours of hard labor in which Kent had forced him to drink his piss not once but twice and had slapped his face dozens of times in order to give instructions or comment on his work, the task was finished.
Lukas stood in the middle of the now rearranged room, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. He was exhausted and sore, and he knew he would be feeling the effects of this for days to come.
But he also knew better than to complain. Instead, keeping his gaze lowered submissively, he turned to his Master once more.
“Is there anything else I can do for you, Sir?” he asked, trying to keep his tone respectful and not let his exhaustion show through.
Kent regarded him silently for a long moment, apparently thinking. Finally, he nodded. “Actually, there is,” he said, already standing and moving towards Lukas.
Lukas tensed, already anticipating what was to come. He knew what his Master would want now, and he also knew that there was no way to avoid it.
Kent circled him slowly, his eyes taking in every inch of Lukas’s exhausted form. Finally, coming to a stop in front of him once more, he reached out to run a hand through Lukas’s sweat-dampened hair.
“Well, well.” His lips curved into a smirk as he regarded his slave. “What a good little worker you are,” he crooned mockingly. “I think you’ve earned yourself a bit of a reward, don’t you?”
Lukas swallowed hard and nodded. He already knew what his reward would be, and the knowledge was almost more than he could stand.
“Get the belt,” Kent ordered, already unfastening his jeans.
Lukas hurried to obey. Rushing to the bedroom, he retrieved the belt from where it still lay on the floor.
When he returned to the living room once more, Kent had already pushed the couch back against the far wall. He stood in the middle of the floor, his jeans around his ankles as he waited for Lukas to return with the belt.
“Good boy.” He took the belt from Lukas’s outstretched hands, then held it up for his slave to see. “Do you like this?” he mocked, already doubling it over in his hands. “This is going to become your very best friend, you know. You’d better love it, because it’s going to be the source of a lot of your pleasure from now on. Think of it as your god of ecstasy if you have to. Worship it, venerate it, it doesn’t matter to me.”
With that, he struck. The belt landed across Lukas’s chest, the blow making him cry out in pain and surprise. It wasn’t the first time his chest had been beaten, but he wasn’t used to it yet, and he gasped and moaned at the sudden onslaught.
Kent struck him again and again, the belt landing across his chest, his stomach, his thighs. With every blow came a stream of obscenities, his Master cursing him and calling him names as the punishment continued.
Lukas gasped and cried out, but he made no move to escape the torment. Instead, he stood as he was and allowed Kent to beat him, the belt biting into his naked flesh until it was covered in a crisscross of angry red welts.
Finally, apparently satisfied, Kent tossed the belt aside. He moved to stand directly in front of Lukas, a cruel smirk on his handsome face. His cock jutted up from between his legs, hard and thick with arousal.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered, already stroking himself. “Ass in the air, just like the good little cockslut you are.”
Lukas did as he was told at once. Dropping to his hands and knees, he positioned himself as Kent had commanded, his ass in the air and his back arched submissively.
Kent moved behind him. He gripped Lukas’s hips roughly, holding him in place as he positioned himself at his entrance.
Lukas moaned softly, anticipation and desire washing over him. He couldn’t wait to feel his Master’s thick cock inside him once again, to feel himself stretched and filled in the most deliciously obscene of ways.
Kent thrust forward suddenly, burying himself inside Lukas in one smooth motion. Lukas cried out and pushed back to meet him, his hips jerking back and forth as he eagerly worked himself on his Master’s cock.
Kent grunted and thrust into him, hard and fast. “That’s it.” He reached around to take Lukas’s cage-covered cock in hand, giving it a cruel squeeze. “That’s it, you disgusting little fucktoy. Take my cock like the good little whore you are.”
Lukas howled with pain and bucked into the touch. His body burned and ached from the beating it had taken, but he pushed the pain aside, determined to do what was needed and take what his Master had to give.
Finally, with a last brutal thrust, Kent buried himself inside Lukas and came. His cum filled him, hot and wet, and Lukas moaned at the delicious feeling.
He felt his own need building, felt it grow until it was almost unbearable. His cock throbbed and ached, begging for relief, but he knew it wouldn’t come. His cage would keep him contained and trapped, would deny him the orgasm his body so desperately craved.
He whimpered softly and pushed back against Kent once more. He could feel his Master’s cum leaking out of him, could feel it running down the inside of his thighs to pool on the floor beneath him.
Finally, once he had caught his breath, Kent withdrew. He got to his feet and fastened his jeans once more. Then, reaching down, he grabbed Lukas by the hair and forced him to look up and meet his gaze.
“Well?” he demanded after a moment. His eyes were narrowed, his face still flushed from his recent climax. “Did you like that, you disgusting little asspig?”
Lukas nodded eagerly. “Yes, Master,” he breathed, doing his best to ignore the ache in his cock, the need for release that still burned inside him. “Yes, it was wonderful.”
Kent smirked down at him. “Good.” He released his grip on Lukas’s hair and straightened once more. “Now then, I believe it’s about time we had a bit of dinner, don’t you? Hop to it.”
Lukas scrambled to obey at once. Hurriedly pushing himself to his feet, he made his way to the kitchen to start on the meal his Master had commanded.
Dinner was simple, but delicious, and Lukas did his best to make it as enjoyable as possible for Kent. He served the meal at the table, just as he always did, and then knelt at his Master’s feet to eat his own from the floor.
As he finished his meal, Lukas couldn’t help but think back over the events of the day. His body ached and burned from the punishments he had received, and his cock was a stiff, throbbing length between his legs.
But despite all this, he couldn’t deny that he had enjoyed himself. It felt good to kneel at Kent’s feet, to serve and obey him in all things. It felt right in a way he had never experienced before, and it made him eager for whatever might come next.
Finally, once Kent had finished eating, Lukas pushed himself to his feet once more. There, he stood silently and awaited further instructions from his Master.
Kent regarded him for a moment, then stood. “Come on.” He made his way into the living room and sat down on the couch. Then, once he was settled, he regarded Lukas with a narrowed gaze. “Bring me your pleasure god,” he ordered mockingly.
Lukas’s face flamed at the words, but he knew better than to disobey. Hurrying to the middle of the room, he retrieved the belt. Then, carrying it back to Kent, he knelt at his feet and offered it up.
Kent took it from him, already doubling it over in his hand. “Kneel up,” he instructed, already moving to stand behind Lukas. “And let’s see if we can’t get you to sing for me again, shall we?”
Lukas did as he was bid at once. Positioning himself on his knees in the middle of the floor, he braced himself for what he knew was to come.
It wasn’t long in coming. Kent brought the belt down across Lukas’s back, the blow landing with a resounding crack.
Lukas cried out, but made no move to try and escape the blows that rained down on him. Instead, he remained where he was, his chest heaving and his cock throbbing between his legs as Kent beat him.
With every blow came a fresh stream of obscenities and insults. Kent cursed him and called him names, forcing him to acknowledge and accept his place as his Master saw it.
Finally, apparently satisfied with his work, Kent stopped. He tossed the belt aside and regarded Lukas critically. “Well?” he demanded after a moment, clearly amused by his slave’s suffering. “Had enough, or shall we go for another round, hmm?”
Lukas hesitated. He wanted to say that he had had enough, wanted to beg for mercy and an end to the torment. But he knew that wouldn’t earn him any favors with Kent. On the contrary, it would only make him angry, and would likely result in an even worse punishment than the one he had just endured.
With that in mind, he forced himself to nod. “Another round, please, Master,” he begged, knowing it was the only thing he could say if he wanted to escape his Master’s wrath.
Kent chuckled darkly. “Very well.” He reached for the belt once more, then moved to stand behind Lukas.
The first blow landed across the center of Lukas’s back. He cried out and arched beneath the sudden onslaught, but forced himself to remain as he was.
Kent struck him again, the blow falling across his ass this time. “Sing for me,” he mocked, already bringing the belt down across Lukas once more. “Come on, you worthless piece of shit. Sing for me.”
Lukas whimpered and moaned, unable to hold back his cries any longer. His back and ass burned with pain, and he bucked and writhed beneath the cruel touch of the belt.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Kent stopped once more. He stood over Lukas, apparently surveying his handiwork with a critical eye.
“Well?” he asked after a moment. “I asked you a question, didn’t I? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten already.”
Lukas swallowed hard, forcing himself to meet his Master’s gaze. “No, Master,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with pain. “No, I haven’t forgotten.”
“Good.” Kent tossed the belt aside once more. He moved to kneel behind Lukas, his fingers already digging into the bruised and battered flesh of his ass. “And what was it I asked you, hmm?” he prompted, clearly enjoying his slave’s suffering.
“You asked if I wanted another round, Master,” Lukas replied, wincing as Kent’s questing fingers found a particularly tender spot.
“Hmm. Yes, I did, didn’t I?” Kent gave a cruel laugh, then delivered a sharp smack to Lukas’s already sore backside. “And what did you say to that, hmm?”
“I said yes, Master.” Lukas felt his face flush with humiliation at the admission. He remembered how badly he had wanted to beg for mercy, to plead with Kent to stop the beating and end his torment.
But he had said yes instead, and now he was paying the price for that decision.
Kent chuckled cruelly. “That’s right.” He smacked Lukas again, making him cry out once more. “You did, didn’t you? And do you know what that means, you pathetic little fuckpig?”
Lukas shook his head. He had a feeling he knew what was coming, and the knowledge filled him with a delicious sort of dread.
“It means,” Kent went on, already positioning himself at Lukas’s entrance once more, “that you’re ready for your next lesson, aren’t you?”
Lukas felt his eyes go wide with shock. He had assumed that his Master was finished with him for the night, but now it seemed those assumptions had been wrong.
As if in confirmation, Kent thrust into him. His cock filled and stretched Lukas deliciously, making him cry out and push back to meet him.
Kent grunted and began to move, his thrusts hard and fast as he pounded into Lukas’s willing body. He reached around to take his slave’s cock in hand, already knowing what it would take to make Lukas cum in his cage.
Lukas keened and thrust back against him, eagerly accepting everything his Master had to give. His own need built and grew inside him until it was almost unbearable, and he cried out and begged to be allowed to cum.
But Kent only laughed cruelly. He thrust into Lukas even harder, his fingers tightening around his slave’s trapped length. He knew just what it would take to push Lukas over the edge into orgasm, and he also knew just how to deny him that relief.
Finally, when he was ready, he gave a last brutal thrust. With a satisfied grunt, he buried himself inside his slave and came, his hot seed filling Lukas and making him keen with need.
When he was finished, he withdrew. He got to his feet, already fastening his jeans once more as he moved back to the couch.
Lukas remained where he was. His chest heaved and his cock throbbed inside its cage, begging for release.
But Kent was already reaching for the remote. He switched on the television and settled back against the cushions, apparently content to leave Lukas as he was.
Finally, as if in afterthought, he looked up once more. His eyes gleamed with cruel amusement as he regarded his kneeling slave. “You can start worshipping your new pleasure god,” he said after a moment. With that, he turned his attention back to the television, leaving Lukas to do as he had been told.
Lukas waited another moment, just to make sure his Master wasn’t going to issue any further commands. Then, when he was sure he was finished, he pushed himself to his feet.
He moved across the room to where the belt still lay. There, he picked it up, then got down on his knees once more.
For a moment he just sat there, not sure of what to do next. He had never worshipped an inanimate object before, and he wasn’t sure where to start.
But as he thought about it, the answer became clearer and clearer. His Master wanted him to worship the belt, to treat it as a god of pleasure and ecstasy. And that could only mean one thing.
With that in mind, and doing his best to ignore his own doubts and reservations, he bent to press a kiss against the strip of leather. As he did so, he could have sworn he felt Kent’s eyes on him, and it sent a fresh wave of humiliation washing over him.
He kissed the belt again, then again. Each press of his lips against the soft leather seemed to make him burn with humiliation and shame. It felt wrong and obscene to be treating the belt in such a way, but at the same time there was also something undeniably arousing about it.
As he continued to worship the belt as his Master had instructed, Lukas became aware of movement out of the corner of his eye. Looking up, he saw Kent standing over him once more, a cruel smile playing about his lips.
“Well, well.” Kent’s eyes gleamed with amusement as he watched Lukas kiss and lick at the belt. “My, my, it seems like someone is enjoying himself, hmm? Tell me,” he went on, smirking down at his slave, “does it feel good to worship your new pleasure god?”
Lukas winced, but didn’t dare disobey. Instead, he nodded, doing his best not to let his embarrassment show. “Yes, Sir,” he murmured, keeping his gaze lowered submissively. “It does.”
Kent chuckled softly. “I’ll bet it does.” His smile turned cruel once more and he nudged Lukas aside with one bare foot. “But I think it’s time we got on with the rest of your lessons for the evening, don’t you?”
Lukas swallowed hard and nodded. He wasn’t sure he liked the sound of that, but he also knew better than to try and argue.
Instead, he remained where he was and awaited his next order. Whatever his Master had in store for him, he would accept it without question, just as a good slave should.
Kent moved to stand directly in front of him. There, he lifted first one foot and then the other, planting them on either side of Lukas’s knees. His eyes gleamed with dark amusement as he watched his slave hesitate.
“Well?” he mocked after a moment. “Aren’t you going to clean your Master’s feet?”
Lukas flushed with embarrassment at the question, but he knew what was expected of him now. Bending his head, he began to lick at first one and then the other of Kent’s feet.
They were dirty from having been walked on all day, and Lukas licked and sucked at them, cleaning between each of his Master’s toes and making sure to get every inch of skin.
As he did so, he felt his arousal continue to build. His cock throbbed inside the tight confines of his cage, begging to be let out. But he knew there was no hope of that, not with the way his Master had him locked up tight.
Finally, when he had finished cleaning the first foot, he moved on to the next. There, he licked and sucked with just as much enthusiasm, making sure it was every bit as clean as the first.
When he was finished, Kent lowered his feet back to the floor. There, he regarded Lukas thoughtfully for a long moment, his eyes narrowed as he considered his next move.
Finally, he smirked. “Well,” he said after a moment, “I think that will do for tonight, don’t you?” His eyes gleamed wickedly and he reached down to scratch Lukas behind the ear in a mockery of real affection. “You’ve been such a good boy, haven’t you? I think you deserve a bit of a reward, don’t you?”
Lukas wasn’t sure he liked the sound of this, but he didn’t dare say so. Instead, he merely nodded and said, “Whatever you think best, Master.”
Kent laughed cruelly. “Oh, don’t you worry.” He straightened once more, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. “I know exactly what you deserve.”
Lukas shifted uncertainly. “Yes, Master.” He kept his gaze lowered, not sure he wanted to know what was in store for him next.
But it wasn’t long before he found out. Kent moved across the room and picked up the belt from where Lukas had dropped it. Then, already doubling it over in his hands once more, he moved to stand behind his slave.
“Well?” he demanded mockingly. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Lukas flinched. He knew what his Master wanted now, and he dreaded it. But, not having any other choice, he bowed his head and pressed a final kiss against Kent’s feet.
“Thank you, Master,” he breathed, his humiliation burning inside him once more. Then, without further ado, he positioned himself on his hands and knees and waited for what was to come.
The first blow landed across his back, making him arch and cry out in pain. The second fell across his ass, the stroke making him keen and thrust his hips back and forth.
Kent beat him long and hard, the belt striking against Lukas’s tender flesh until it was covered in a crisscross of welts. With every blow came a fresh wave of curses and insults, his Master calling him names and forcing him to accept his place.
Finally, when Lukas felt as though he surely couldn’t take any more, Kent stopped. He tossed aside the belt and moved to stand in front of his slave once more.
“Well?” he demanded after a moment. His eyes narrowed and his lips curved up in a cruel smirk. “Have you had enough, or shall we have another round, hmm? You know how much you love the feel of your pleasure god against your worthless hide, don’t you?”
Despite the pain and exhaustion that burned through him, Lukas found himself nodding. He remembered how good it had felt to kneel and kiss the belt as Kent had instructed him to do, and he wanted that again, wanted the delicious humiliation of worshipping something so mundane and ordinary.
“Yes, Master,” he breathed after a moment. He kept his gaze lowered as he spoke, not daring to look up and meet his Master’s eyes. “Another round please.”
Kent laughed harshly. “Very well then.” He doubled the belt over in his hands once again and moved behind Lukas. Then, raising his arm, he brought it down across Lukas’s back once more.
Lukas cried and writhed beneath the blows that rained down across his back and shoulders. His body burned and ached, but he forced himself not to pull away, to accept everything his Master gave him and beg for more.
Finally, when it seemed Lukas couldn’t possibly take any more, his Master stopped once more. He tossed the belt to the floor, then moved to stand in front of Lukas.
“Well,” he said after a moment’s consideration, “I think it’s about time we were off to bed, don’t you? All this has been very taxing, and I, for one, could use a good night’s rest.”
Lukas nodded wearily. He, too, was exhausted from the trials he had faced this evening, and the thought of sleep was more than welcome.
Without further ado, he pushed himself unsteadily to his feet and made his way into the bedroom. There, he stood beside the bed and awaited his Master’s pleasure.
Kent smirked at him, clearly amused by his eagerness to please. Then, moving to the other side of the bed, he lay down, just as he had the night before. He stretched out on top of the blankets, his eyes gleaming with wicked amusement.
“Come on,” he prompted after a moment. He gestured to the floor beside the bed. “I’m sure you remember where you’re to sleep, don’t you?”
Lukas did remember. Hurriedly he moved to position himself on the floor. As he had the night before, he curled up on his side, facing the bed.
Kent regarded him silently for a long moment. Finally, apparently satisfied, he nodded. “Good boy,” he praised. “That’s a good boy.” He reached down to scratch Lukas’s head, then settled back against the pillows once more.
Lukas lay where he was, his body aching and his cock throbbing inside its cage. But as exhausted as he was, sleep was a long time coming.
Instead, he lay awake for what felt like hours, his mind turning over the events of the day. He couldn’t believe how much his life had changed in such a short amount of time, and he couldn’t wait to find out what the future held.
He wanted this more than he had ever wanted anything in his life, he realized. He wanted to be Kent’s slave, wanted to kneel at his feet and worship him for as long as his Master would allow.
The thought sent a fresh wave of arousal washing over him, and he whimpered softly at the delicious torment of it. His cock throbbed and ached inside its cage, begging to be set free, but there would be no relief for him tonight.
Finally, his exhaustion overtaking him at last, he drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
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