The next morning brought another round of cage torture for Lukas. His Master took great delight in teasing and tormenting him, in forcing him to feel and want without giving him release.
He added weights to Lukas’s cage, forcing him to wear them as he went about his chores around the apartment. He made Lukas do physically demanding things, all while wearing the cage, and he made him keep it on all day despite his begging to be allowed to take it off.
He also added a vibrator to Lukas’s torment. He turned it on whenever the mood struck him, forcing waves of pleasure to wash over Lukas without any hope of release.
Several times throughout the day, he took Lukas to the edge of orgasm, only to stop before he could go over. Each time was more deliciously tormenting than the last, and Lukas found himself eager to feel that torment again and again.
In addition to the cage torture, there were also more beatings. His Master took great pleasure in beating him at a moment’s notice, forcing Lukas to drop whatever he was doing and get into position to receive his punishment.
And, of course, there was plenty of verbal torment to go along with everything else. His Master never tired of calling him names and putting him in his place, and he seemed to take great delight in Lukas’s humiliation.
That night, as had become their habit by now, they went to the living room to watch television. Lukas, naked and eager to please, sat at his Master’s feet as Kent channel surfed, clearly not sure what he was in the mood for.
After a moment, Lukas dared to speak up. He knew it probably wasn’t allowed, but he couldn’t seem to help himself. “Is there anything good on, Sir?” he asked, keeping his eyes lowered submissively.
Kent glanced down at him, amusement glinting in his eyes. “Not really,” he said after a moment.
Lukas nodded, unsure of what to say to that. He knew he probably shouldn’t say anything else, but he also wanted to see if there was anything he could do for his Master.
Finally, unable to help himself, he spoke again. “Maybe there’s something on demand?” he suggested, still careful to keep his eyes averted.
Kent chuckled harshly. “Well, well,” he mocked after a moment, apparently amused by Lukas’s daring. “Aren’t we full of bright ideas tonight? Maybe we should see what’s on demand, should we?”
Lukas felt a thrill of excitement at the words and hurried to get to his feet. Moving to the computer, he opened the on-demand menu and prepared to scroll through it.
But before he could do so, Kent stopped him. “What are you doing?” he demanded, apparently not happy with Lukas’s initiative.
Lukas froze, unsure of how to respond. He had only been trying to help, but now he seemed to have gotten himself in trouble.
“I-I was just trying to find something for us to watch, Sir.” He winced at the admission, already guessing how his Master would respond.
But still Kent’s answer came as a surprise. “And who gave you permission to touch my computer, you worthless little worm?” he demanded, his eyes narrowed dangerously.
Lukas swallowed hard. He knew he was in trouble now, and he could only imagine what his punishment would be.
“I’m sorry, Master.” He bowed his head submissively, already preparing himself for whatever might be in store for him. He knew better than to make excuses or to try and defend himself. That would only make his Master angrier, and his punishment that much worse.
But still he couldn’t stop himself from speaking up again. “I only wanted to help,” he said, feeling compelled to explain himself despite the consequences.
Kent’s eyes narrowed even further. “I think you’ve forgotten your place,” he growled, clearly not happy with Lukas’s explanation. He stood and moved to tower over his slave, his gaze hard and disapproving. “Perhaps a reminder is in order, hmm? What do you think?”
Lukas gulped and nodded. He knew there was no other choice, and he also knew that he deserved whatever punishment his Master saw fit to dole out.
“Yes, Sir,” he whispered after a moment. “I am sorry for what I did, and I will accept any punishment you see fit to give me.”
Kent chuckled cruelly. “That’s what I like to hear.” His lips curled up in a wicked smile and he reached out to grab Lukas by the hair. Using his grip on Lukas’s hair, he forced him to his knees.
Lukas whimpered but made no attempt to struggle. Instead, he allowed his Master to do as he would with him, eager to accept his punishment in whatever form it might take.
Kent seemed to sense his slave’s acquiescence. He released his grip on Lukas’s hair and moved back to the couch. There, he sat and regarded Lukas silently for a long moment.
Finally, as if coming to some sort of decision, he smirked cruelly. “Get your god,” he ordered after a moment. “And get over here.”
Lukas obeyed at once. Hurrying over to where he had left the belt, he picked it up and then returned to kneel before his Master.
Kent took the belt from him and doubled it over in his hand, apparently thinking. Finally, he nodded to himself and turned his attention back to Lukas.
“Stand up,” he commanded, already raising the belt in his hand. “Ass out, just like the good little whore you are.”
Lukas hurried to obey. Standing, he positioned himself as his Master had ordered, his ass thrust out submissively behind him.
Kent struck him without further warning. The belt landed across the center of Lukas’s ass, the blow making him cry out in pain and arch away from the sudden onslaught.
But Kent wasn’t finished yet. He brought the belt down across Lukas’s upturned bottom again and again, each blow landing with a resounding crack.
With every blow came a stream of insults and curses. Lukas’s Master berated him, calling him names and reminding him of his place as he punished him for his disobedience.
Lukas accepted the beating with as much grace as he could manage. He knew that what he had done was wrong, and he accepted his punishment without complaint.
Finally, apparently satisfied with his work, Kent tossed the belt aside. He moved to stand directly in front of Lukas and gripped his slave’s chin in one hand, forcing him to meet his gaze.
“Well?” he mocked after a moment. His lips curved up in a wicked smirk as he regarded Lukas with cruel amusement. “Have you learned your lesson, you disgusting little cockpig?”
Lukas nodded eagerly. He felt his humiliation building inside him and knew that this was far from over. His Master would punish him further for his mistake, and he would accept whatever he had to give.
“Yes, Master.” His voice was hoarse with pain and he winced as he spoke. “Yes, I’ve learned my lesson.”
Kent laughed cruelly, clearly not convinced. “Is that right?” He gripped Lukas’s chin more tightly, forcing him up onto his toes. “And what lesson is that, hmm?”
“I know that I am your worthless slave,” Lukas recited, repeating what he had been taught. “I know that I am here to serve you and only you, and that I will be punished if I disobey.”
“Hmm.” Kent seemed to consider this for a moment. Then, apparently deciding that Lukas hadn’t quite learned his lesson yet, he smirked down at him. “And how will you be punished?” he prompted after a moment.
“I will be punished however you see fit, Master,” Lukas replied, keeping his gaze lowered submissively. “You are my Master and I am your slave, and it is your right to do with me as you will.”
Kent chuckled softly. “That’s right.” He released his grip on Lukas and moved to sit down on the couch once more. There, he regarded his slave thoughtfully for another moment before nodding.
“Very well then.” His lips curved up in another wicked smile as he watched Lukas await his next command. “Since you know your place so well, I think it’s time we reminded you of a few other things, don’t you? Get over here and worship my feet, slave.”
Lukas moved to do as he was told at once. Hurriedly positioning himself on his knees, he bent to press a kiss against first one and then the other of his Master’s feet. He licked and sucked at them, doing his best to clean them as he had been taught.
Kent watched him, clearly enjoying his slave’s humiliation. He smirked down at Lukas, his amusement evident in every line of his face. “That’s it.” He reached down to run a hand through Lukas’s hair much as one would a favored pet. “That’s it. Clean your Master’s feet.”
Lukas whimpered and continued with his task. He felt his arousal continue to build inside him, felt it grow until it was almost more than he could bear. His cock throbbed inside its cage, the feel of the metal against his already sensitive flesh more than he could stand.
Finally, after several long moments, his Master seemed satisfied. He pulled his feet away and regarded Lukas silently for another long moment.
“Now,” he said finally, apparently having come to some sort of decision. “I believe there’s one final lesson we need to teach you, don’t you?” His eyes gleamed wickedly as he watched Lukas shift uncertainly. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten already.”
Lukas licked his lips nervously, unsure of what was in store for him now. He could still feel the weight of the belt against his skin, and the memory of it was enough to make him tremble with fear and anticipation.
“I’m not sure, Master,” he said after a moment. The words came out breathlessly, and he winced at how obvious his uncertainty was.
But if Kent noticed his slave’s hesitation, he didn’t let on. Instead, he smirked down at Lukas once more. “Get on the couch,” he ordered, already standing and moving to make room for Lukas.
Lukas didn’t dare disobey. Instead, hurriedly scrambling to his feet, he moved to position himself where his Master had said.
He stood beside the couch, not at all sure what to do next. Finally, after a moment’s hesitation, he decided to sit. Lowering himself onto the cushions, he waited to find out what would happen next.
But as soon as he had sat, Kent was on him. He positioned himself behind Lukas, one arm already wrapped around his slave’s throat in a chokehold.
Lukas gasped and struggled against the hold, but it was no use. His Master was much bigger than he was, and much stronger, and he knew better than to try and fight back.
Kent tightened his grip, cutting off Lukas’s air supply. He held him like that for a long moment, clearly savoring Lukas’s struggles.
Finally, just when it seemed he couldn’t take any more, he released his grip and allowed Lukas to breathe once more.
Lukas dragged in a shaky breath and then another. His head spun from lack of oxygen, and his chest heaved as he struggled to regain his composure.
But his Master wasn’t finished with him yet. Instead, as soon as Lukas had more or less regained his breath, he tightened his grip on his slave’s throat once more.
Again and again he repeated the torment, cutting off Lukas’s airflow and then releasing him only to choke him again. By the time he was finished, Lukas felt as though he might pass out at any moment, so great was his need for air.
Finally, apparently satisfied with the lesson, Kent released his slave. He stood back and watched as Lukas collapsed forward onto the couch, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath.
“Well?” Kent prompted after a moment, clearly amused by his slave’s plight. “Did you learn your lesson?”
Lukas could only nod. He continued to drag in shaky gulps of air, but he knew he needed to respond to his Master’s question.
But before he could find the breath to speak, Kent spoke again. “I asked you a question, slave,” he reminded, clearly displeased by Lukas’s silence. “Answer me. Did you learn your lesson, or do you need another demonstration?”
“No!” The word tore from Lukas’s lips in a ragged cry. “No, Master. I don’t need another lesson.”
“Hmm. Good.” Kent nodded, apparently satisfied for the moment. “Now then, as for your punishment…”
Lukas tensed, already guessing what was in store for him. His Master had punished him in much the same way yesterday, and he didn’t doubt that that would be the case again today.
“Get on your back,” Kent ordered after a moment, already beginning to remove his belt. “Ass at the edge of the couch.”
Lukas hurried to do as he was told. Positioning himself on his back, he felt his cock throb inside its cage at the thought of what was to come. He was almost painfully aroused now, and he dreaded the thought of his Master teasing him without giving him release.
But it was no use. He was at his Master’s mercy now, and there would be no escape. All he could do was accept what his Master chose to give him and hope that it would soon be over.
Kent watched him silently for a moment, then moved to stand beside the couch. There, already doubling his belt over in his hand, he raised it and brought it down across Lukas’s exposed ass.
Lukas cried out and arched beneath the sudden onslaught. His cock throbbed and ached inside its cage, and he thrust his hips up, already begging for more of his Master’s touch.
Kent laughed harshly at the sight. “My, my. It seems like someone is enjoying himself, aren’t you?” He landed another blow across Lukas’s already sore backside. “Do you like it when I punish you, you disgusting little fucktoy?”
Lukas winced and nodded, beyond caring how obscene or humiliating the admission might be. He did like it, and he wanted more. He wanted to feel the bite of the belt against his flesh again and again until he was writhing and sobbing with the pain.
“Yes, Master,” he breathed after a moment. He writhed and thrust against the cushions, his hips rising up to meet each blow. “Yes, I like it. Please, Sir… please punish me…”
Kent laughed again and struck him once more. “As you wish.” He brought the belt down again and again, covering Lukas’s backside in a crisscross of welts. He alternated between the belt and his hand, making Lukas count out each blow and thank him for it when he was finished.
By the time Kent was through with him, Lukas was a sobbing, incoherent mess. His ass burned and ached, and his cock throbbed with need inside its cage.
But Kent didn’t stop there. Instead, positioning himself between Lukas’s spread legs, he took his slave’s cock in hand. He stroked and fondled him through the cage, forcing Lukas to feel but not allowing him to cum.
Lukas keened and thrust up against his Master’s hand, desperate for release but knowing it wouldn’t be allowed. He begged and pleaded for permission to cum, but his Master only laughed cruelly and continued the torment.
Finally, when Lukas felt as though the pain and the pleasure were too much to take, his Master stopped. He released his grip on his slave’s cock and moved to kneel over him instead. There, positioning himself between Lukas's spread thighs, he thrust his own cock into Lukas’s willing body.
Lukas cried out at the sudden intrusion and thrust back to meet his Master. He wrapped his legs around Kent, already desperate for everything his Master had to give.
But his Master was merciless. He fucked Lukas hard and fast, forcing him to take everything he had to give and more.
With one hand he reached down to take Lukas’s trapped length, stroking and fondling him as he pounded into him again and again.
Lukas writhed beneath him, his body on fire with need. He begged to be allowed to cum, pleaded with his Master for release, but there would be none for him tonight.
Finally, Kent gave a last brutal thrust. With a satisfied grunt, he buried himself inside Lukas’s willing body and came.
When he was through he withdrew, leaving Lukas feeling empty and aching. His cock was a stiff, throbbing length inside its cage, but there would be no relief for him.
His Master got to his feet and fastened his jeans once more. Then, smirking down at his slave, he delivered a sharp slap to Lukas’s upturned rump.
“Well, that was fun, wasn’t it?” he mocked after a moment, apparently amused by Lukas’s plight. “The only pleasure you’re ever going to get is through my cock, you know.”
Lukas shifted and whimpered. He couldn’t deny the truth of his Master’s words, but he also couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment at them.
He wanted to cum so badly, wanted the feel of his Master’s hands on him without the torment of the cage. But he knew there was no hope of that, not with the way Kent had him locked up tight.
“Yes, Master.” He kept his gaze lowered as he spoke, not sure he could meet Kent’s eyes right now. “You’re right, of course.”
Kent’s lips curved up in a cruel smile. “Of course I am.” He straightened and then moved back to sit on the couch. There, making himself comfortable, he reached for the remote.
“Well,” he said after a moment, “now that we’ve gotten all that out of the way, I think it’s about time we watched that movie, don’t you?”
Lukas hesitated. He still wasn’t sure he was allowed to join his Master on the couch, and he didn’t want to make another mistake.
But as he thought about it, he realized he couldn’t just kneel at Kent’s feet, either. His ass was still sore from the beating, and he didn’t think he would be able to stay on his knees for long.
As if reading his thoughts, Kent laughed harshly. Moving with lightning speed, he reached out and grabbed Lukas by the hair. Using his grip on Lukas to control him, he forced him down to the floor at his feet.
“Don’t get any bright ideas,” he warned, already releasing his grip on Lukas’s hair and settling back against the couch. “You know where you belong.”
Lukas nodded and got into position. Kneeling at his Master’s feet, he leaned in to begin licking and sucking at them as he had been taught to do.
Kent chuckled softly and reached for the remote. “That’s a good boy,” he praised, already flipping through the menu to find what he wanted to watch. “Keep that up and maybe I’ll give you a treat later.”
Lukas continued to worship his Master’s feet, doing his best to be as quiet and unobtrusive as possible. He didn’t want to disturb Kent while he was trying to watch his movie, and he also didn’t want to earn himself any more punishments.
As it was, he was still feeling the effects of the last one, and he wasn’t eager for a repeat performance.
For the next two hours he knelt at his Master’s feet and worked to clean them, making sure they were as clean as he could get them. His Master seemed pleased with his efforts, and he settled back against the couch to watch his movie without paying Lukas any more attention.
Finally, when the movie was over, Kent ordered Lukas into the bedroom to prepare for bed. He followed close behind, apparently intent on making sure Lukas didn’t get into any more trouble.
“You know,” he said after a moment, as Lukas positioned himself on the floor beside the bed, “I’ve been thinking. You really seem to like the belt, don’t you? I mean, I’ve seen the way you look at it when I use it on you. It’s as though you’re getting off on it or something.”
Lukas blushed at the words, but he knew better than to deny them. His Master had made an observation, and now he wanted an answer.
“Yes, Master,” Lukas said after a moment. He kept his gaze averted as he spoke, but he also knew that he had no choice but to be honest. “I do like it. It feels good when you use it on me.”
Kent smirked, clearly enjoying his slave’s discomfort. “Oh it does, does it?” He reached down to scratch Lukas behind the ear in a mockery of real affection. “Well, I suppose we’ll just have to do something about that, won’t we?”
Lukas swallowed hard, not at all sure he liked the sound of that. But it was far too late to back out now, and all he could do was nod and agree to whatever his Master had in store for him.
“Yes, Sir,” he whispered, doing his best not to let his nervousness show.
Kent chuckled cruelly. “Very well then.” He straightened, then moved across the room to the dresser. There, opening the top drawer, he began to rummage through it, apparently looking for something.
After a moment, he seemed to find what he had been searching for. Pulling it out, he made his way back across the room. Then, standing over Lukas, he held it up for his slave to see.
Lukas’s eyes went wide as he realized what it was. His Master held a roll of tape in one hand, and Lukas knew at once what he intended to do with it.
“Please, Sir.” He couldn’t stop himself from speaking. He was already shaking with fear and dread at what his Master had planned for him, and he couldn’t seem to hold the words back any longer. “Please, don’t…”
But Kent only laughed. “Oh, I think I will.” He knelt beside Lukas, apparently unconcerned by his slave’s pleading. Then, already tearing a piece of tape from the roll, he moved behind Lukas.
“No, please!” Lukas squirmed and struggled, but it was no use.
His Master took hold of the belt and guided Lukas’s hips back until the length of leather was pressed firmly against his entrance. Then, using the tape, he secured it in place, making it so that Lukas couldn’t get away.
Finally, apparently satisfied, he sat back. His eyes gleamed with cruel amusement as he surveyed his handiwork.
“Well, well.” He regarded Lukas thoughtfully for a moment. Then, as if unable to resist, he reached down to run one fingertip along the length of leather. “My, my… It seems like your pleasure god is ready to give you some pleasure, isn’t it? I wonder…” He paused and his lips curved up in an evil smile. “I wonder if we can’t make him give you even more.”
Lukas whimpered and squirmed, but he was held fast by the tape. He could only watch as his Master picked up the roll once more and began tearing another piece free.
Kent positioned himself behind Lukas. There, he tore another piece from the roll and used it to secure the other end of the belt in place.
Lukas moaned at the feel of the leather against his most private place. It felt good, but at the same time it was also tormenting, and he found himself desperate to feel more.
Apparently sensing his slave’s need, Kent moved to stand in front of him. There, already undoing his jeans, he pulled out his cock and guided Lukas’s head towards it.
Lukas opened his mouth without hesitation. He took his Master inside, already desperate to taste him.
Kent grunted and thrust into Lukas’s mouth, already fucking his face without mercy. He tangled his fingers in Lukas’s hair, holding him in place as he used him for his own pleasure.
Lukas whimpered, but made no attempt to pull away. Instead, he opened his mouth and allowed his Master to do as he willed.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Kent released his grip on Lukas’s head. He pulled away and tucked himself back into his jeans. Then, moving back to where Lukas still knelt with the belt taped to his ass, he regarded him thoughtfully for a moment.
“Well?” he said finally. “Do you like your present?”
Lukas nodded eagerly. He could feel the belt shifting against him with every movement, and it was deliciously tormenting.
“Yes, Master. Thank you.” He did his best to keep his voice steady as he spoke, but it was difficult.
He could feel his arousal building inside him, feel it growing until it was almost unbearable. And he knew it would only get worse from here.
Kent smirked. “You’re welcome.” He stood and moved across the room. There, he turned back the covers on the bed and climbed in, just as he had the last few nights. He settled back against the pillows and regarded Lukas with narrowed eyes.
“Well?” he prompted after a moment. “What are you waiting for? Get to bed. Unless you had something else in mind?”
Lukas blushed and shook his head. He knew where he was to sleep, and he also knew better than to try and join his Master in the bed. That sort of behavior would only earn him a punishment, and he didn’t want that.
Instead, he pushed himself to his feet and moved around to the other side of the bed. There, he got down on his knees, just as he always did, and curled up on his side.
Kent regarded him silently for a long moment, apparently lost in thought. Finally, he nodded.
“Tomorrow is Monday, and that means I’ll be going back to my university and my family home. You, of course, will have to go to work.” He paused, apparently thinking. Then, with a smirk, he went on. “Set your alarm for five so we can get in some morning preparations before leaving, hmm?” He smirked down at Lukas. “You don’t mind, do you?”
Lukas shook his head. In all honesty, he had forgotten that this was only the weekend, and that come Monday things would have to go back to normal.
But despite the pang of disappointment the knowledge caused, he knew there was nothing he could do about it. His Master had other obligations, and he, too, had to go back to work eventually.
As much as he would have liked to stay here and play the obedient slave to Kent’s Master, he knew it wasn’t possible. It was only a fantasy after all, and fantasies always had to end sometime.
“No, Master,” he said after a moment. Doing his best to hide his disappointment, he forced himself to meet Kent’s gaze. “I don’t mind.”
“Good.” Kent nodded, apparently satisfied. “Now then, I think that’s enough excitement for one evening, don’t you?” Without further ado, he lay back against the pillows once more and reached for the light switch.
Lukas lay in the darkness, his mind turning over everything that had happened in the past few days. It had been an incredible weekend, but now it was over, and it was back to reality. Then he went to sleep.
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