The next morning, Lukas woke to the sound of his alarm. He reached over to switch it off, then pushed himself to his feet, wincing at the feel of the belt still taped to his body.
Kent stirred behind him. He sat up and reached for Lukas, already taking him by the hair much as he had that first morning.
Lukas braced himself and opened his mouth, already preparing himself for what he knew was coming.
As usual, his Master pissed in his mouth without hesitation, already taking his due without a second thought.
Lukas swallowed as instructed, careful not to spill a drop. He knew that his Master would be angry if he did, and he had no desire to make him mad, especially after the leniency he had shown the night before.
When his Master was through with him, Lukas pushed himself to his feet. He made his way into the kitchen, already preparing to make breakfast.
Kent followed close behind. He moved into the bathroom to take care of his own morning rituals, leaving Lukas to do as he had been told.
As Lukas worked, he did his best to ignore the feel of the belt between his legs. It rubbed against him tormentingly, already arousing him and making his cock stiffen inside its cage.
But he forced himself to ignore it and went about his chores. His Master would be in soon, and he needed to have breakfast on the table as instructed.
He needn’t have worried. His Master, it seemed, was in no hurry to join him this morning. In fact, by the time Lukas was finished making breakfast, there was still no sign of him.
He dished up their meal and set it on the table. Then, moving to kneel beside his Master’s chair, he awaited his arrival.
Finally, just as Lukas was beginning to worry, Kent strolled into the kitchen. He was dressed for the day in a tight white t-shirt and a pair of jeans that clung to his muscular thighs in a way that made Lukas’s cock throb inside its cage.
He moved to the table and took a seat. There, picking up his fork, he began to eat, apparently unconcerned with the fact that his slave had not yet been given permission to do so.
Finally, after a few minutes, he glanced down at Lukas, almost as if he had forgotten he was there. Then, nodding as though he had just come to some sort of conclusion, he gestured towards the bathroom.
“You’d better take a quick shower.” He went back to his meal, clearly having more important things to do than waste his time talking to his slave. “We’ll be leaving for work soon.”
Lukas hurried to obey. Pushing himself to his feet, he made for the bathroom, already wondering what his Master had meant.
He still wore the belt taped to his most private area and the cage around his cock, not to mention the collar his Master had locked around his neck the day before.
Did his Master mean for him to take those things off before leaving for work? Surely he didn’t expect Lukas to go out in public dressed the way he was.
But it seemed that that was exactly what his Master expected. When Lukas returned from the bathroom to find out what he was supposed to do, Kent only laughed.
“What’s the matter?” He smirked down at his slave, clearly amused by Lukas’s confusion. “Did you think you were getting out of wearing your pleasure god? Or the cage or the collar for that matter?”
Lukas hesitated. He wanted to say something, to explain how impossible what his Master was asking really was, but in the end, he decided against it.
Instead, he lowered his gaze and did as he had been instructed to do when he had first become Kent’s slave. He kept his mouth shut and his eyes lowered, already preparing himself to accept whatever punishment his Master might deem necessary.
Finally, as if reading his thoughts, Kent laughed again. “Well, go on.” He gestured towards the bedroom. “Take off the girdle, but leave the cage and collar on. I don’t think anyone will notice the cage under your clothes, and if they do, well, that’s just too bad, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Master.” Lukas hurried to do as he was told. He made his way towards the bedroom and the tape that would set him free.
When he returned, the belt was gone, but the cage and collar remained. He stood before his Master, not at all sure what to expect now.
Kent smirked up at him. “And what about the collar?” He laughed harshly. “Did you really think I was going to let you take that off?”
Lukas gulped and shook his head. “No, Master.” He shifted uncertainly. “But what will people think? I mean when they see me wearing it, what should I tell them?”
Kent’s lips curved up in a mocking smile. “Tell them it’s fashion or whatever.” He shrugged. “I don’t care. And even if I did, what you want doesn’t matter anyway. You’re my slave and you’ll wear what I tell you to.”
Lukas nodded and lowered his gaze submissively. He knew his Master was right and he also knew better than to argue.
Instead, moving to the closet, he took out a set of clothes and began to dress. As he did so, he couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of the day would bring.
He knew that his Master had to return to his own home and his own life, but Lukas wasn’t so lucky. He would have to go about his day as usual, all while wearing the cage his Master had locked him into.
He also knew that he would be on edge all day, waiting for the moment his Master returned to him. He knew the rules, knew that Kent had a copy of his apartment key and that he could—and probably would—come to Lukas at any given moment.
As Kent had so bluntly put it the day before, he owned Lukas, lock, stock and barrel. He expected his slave to be ready and willing to serve him at any given moment, and Lukas didn’t doubt that that would be the case.
Finally, dressed and ready for the day, Lukas turned to his Master. He bowed his head, not sure what to do now.
But if he had expected any sort of reprieve, he was to be sorely disappointed. Instead of dismissing him, Kent pushed himself to his feet.
“Come on.” He reached down to take Lukas by the hair, much as he had earlier that morning. Using his grip on Lukas to guide him, he forced his slave towards the door. There, he released his grip and turned Lukas to face him.
“You’re forgetting one thing.” His lips curved up in a cruel smirk and his eyes gleamed wickedly. “You can’t go to work without your makeup, now can you?”
Lukas winced and shook his head, already guessing what was in store for him now. His Master took great pleasure in tormenting and degrading him, and now would be no exception.
But still he allowed Kent to do as he wished. He stood still and accepted the sharp sting of the slap across his face without making a sound.
When it was over he kept his head bowed. He felt the heat of his humiliation coloring his cheeks, and he knew his face would be red for hours to come.
“Now then.” Kent’s voice was mocking and cruel as he regarded his handiwork. “Tell people it’s an allergy or whatever. Or hell, you can tell them the truth if you want. I really don’t care.”
With that he turned and walked away, already laughing and chuckling to himself as he went.
Lukas made his way to work much as he had any other day. He caught the bus and then rode into work, all the while lost in thought.
He thought about the cage that held him prisoner and the collar that proclaimed him Kent’s property. He thought about his bright red face and wondered how he would explain everything away.
Mostly, however, he thought about his Master. He wondered if Kent would return to him that evening, or if he would be forced to wait until the following weekend for his Master’s attentions once again.
As it turned out, he wouldn’t see Kent again for two long days. Every day after work he rushed home and stripped off his clothes, eager and willing to do whatever his Master might ask of him. But every day there was only silence, and no sign of the one man Lukas longed to see.
Each time he heard a sound on the steps, his heart leapt with anticipation. He expected Kent to come through the door at any moment, but he always found himself to be disappointed.
By Tusdsay night, Lukas was a nervous wreck. He paced the apartment, his nerves strung tighter than a bowstring as he waited for his Master’s arrival.
His cock still ached inside its cage, and he longed to be free of it, to feel his Master’s hands on him once more.
He didn’t dare text or call for fear of his Master’s anger, and so he was left waiting, his nerves on edge as he wondered if he would ever hear from him again.
Finally, after a mostly sleepless night, he gave up. He curled up on the bed, his body still aching with need, and allowed his mind to wander.
He remembered his pleasure god, the belt his Master had given him, and how good it had felt to have it pressed up against him. He had never known pain could feel so good, and his cock throbbed at the memory.
Finally, unable to help himself, he climbed out of bed. Making his way over to where the belt still lay, he picked it up.
He ran his fingers over the cheap leather, remembering how it had felt against his flesh.
Then, doing something he never would have thought himself capable of, he knelt on the floor. There, already stroking the belt lovingly, he pressed his lips to it in a reverent kiss.
He worshipped the belt exactly as his Master had instructed, doing his best to show it the proper respect and devotion.
He ran his tongue over the leather, tasting it and feeling it inside his mouth.
By the time he was through, he was on the verge of cumming. His cock ached and throbbed inside the cage, and he moaned at the delicious torment of it all.
Finally, when he could stand it no more, he pulled away. He got to his feet and then made his way back over to the bed.
There, he climbed up onto the mattress and stretched out on his stomach. He pressed his face into the pillow and humped against the mattress, already desperate for friction and pressure against his caged length.
But no matter how good it felt, it wasn’t enough to make him cum. His Master had seen to that when he’d locked Lukas into the cage, and Lukas knew he would have to find some other way to relieve the ache between his legs.
With that thought in mind, he pushed himself back to his feet once more. He left the bedroom, already making his way into the living room and the coffee table he had been punished over on Saturday night.
He knelt beside the table, already positioning himself to receive his punishment. Then, doing as his Master had taught him, he reached back and delivered a series of sharp blows to his already sore behind.
He alternated between his right and left hand, counting out each blow and doing his best to make them sting as much as his Master’s had.
By the time he had reached twenty-five, his ass was on fire, and he could feel his arousal building to a fever pitch inside him. His cock throbbed and ached to be set free, and he moaned softly at the pain and the pleasure the blows gave him.
Finally, he collapsed forward onto the coffee table, his hips thrust back behind him in a mute invitation for more. His cock still ached, and he humped against the table, desperate for release.
But there would be none for him tonight. Instead, he would be left to feel and want without being able to do anything about it.
Finally, accepting his fate, he climbed up onto the table. There, he lay on his stomach and did his best to go to sleep. It wasn’t easy — his need was too great for that — but eventually, he managed it.
And as he slept, he dreamed of his Master and everything he would do to him when next they met.
Wednesday passed in much the same way as had Tuesday. Lukas waited and hoped, but his Master never came.
Instead, he left Lukas alone and on edge once more, wondering what he had done wrong and how he could fix it. He was naked and ready for his Master’s use, but it seemed it wasn’t enough.
Finally, that evening, as Lukas lay in bed preparing for sleep — he’d given up on Kent returning once again — he heard the telltale sound of the apartment door opening.
He bolted upright at the sound, already scrambling to get out of bed. But before he could do so, his Master was there, already stalking towards him with murder in his eyes.
Lukas froze, unsure of what to do next. Then it hit him, and he realized his mistake. He’d been sleeping in the bed again instead of on the floor at his Master’s feet.
He opened his mouth to apologize, to explain that his Master hadn’t told him he would be coming tonight, but Kent wasn’t listening. Instead, he reached Lukas’s side in three short strides and took him by the hair.
He hadn’t intended to stay long. He’d only meant to drop by and use what was his, but now it seemed there would be punishment involved as well.
He dragged Lukas out of bed and across the room. There, forcing him down over the foot of the bed, he pushed Lukas’s face into the mattress.
“You know better than to sleep in my bed.” He landed a series of sharp blows across Lukas’s upturned backside. “I’ve told you where you belong, and it’s not here.”
Lukas whimpered but made no attempt to struggle. Instead, he braced himself and took his punishment without complaint.
Finally, apparently satisfied, Kent stopped. He released his grip on Lukas and stepped back, already reaching for his belt.
Lukas whimpered and squirmed at the sight of the belt, his cock already stiffening inside its cage. He loved the feel of the belt against his flesh, loved the way it made him ache and throb with need.
Kent doubled the belt over in his hand. Already raising it, he brought it down across the center of Lukas’s upturned rump.
The blow stung, but Lukas welcomed it. He cried out and thrust his hips back, already begging for another blow.
Kent laughed harshly and struck him again. He peppered Lukas’s backside with a series of hard blows, each one landing across already sore and aching flesh.
Lukas moaned and thrust back to meet each blow. He felt his arousal building inside him and knew it would be a long time before he found release.
Finally, apparently deciding that his slave had been punished enough, Kent stopped. He tossed the belt aside and moved to stand in front of Lukas instead.
He gripped Lukas’s chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. His eyes were narrowed dangerously as he surveyed his slave, apparently taking in the sight of him.
“Well, well.” He ran his thumb over Lukas’s lower lip, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. “It seems like someone missed me. I wonder, did you think about me while you were waiting for me to come back?”
Lukas blushed and shifted under the weight of his Master’s gaze. He opened his mouth, already preparing to answer, but before he could, Kent slapped him hard on his face.
“I asked you a question,” Kent mocked as Lukas cried out in pain. He raised his hand, already preparing to deliver another blow. “I expect an answer when I ask you something. Do you understand me?”
Lukas nodded quickly. He braced himself, already preparing for whatever his Master had in store for him next.
“Yes, Sir.” He spoke quickly, eager to please his Master and avoid further punishment. “I’m sorry. I’ll remember next time.”
“Damn right you will.” Kent slapped him again, apparently enjoying his slave’s submission. “Now answer my question.” He raised his free hand once more, this time to take Lukas by the throat.
Lukas swallowed against the pressure on his windpipe and did his best to focus.
“Yes, Master,” he said after a moment. “I did miss you. I thought about you all the time you were gone.”
Kent’s lips curved up in a mocking smile. “Good.” He released his hold on Lukas’s throat only to slap him again instead.
Lukas cried out once more but made no attempt to pull away. His face stung and his backside ached, but he welcomed the pain.
He’d missed his Master, and this only proved it. He wanted his Master’s touch, needed it if he were to be complete, and he was willing to endure anything to get it.
Finally, apparently growing bored with the game, Kent released Lukas and stepped away. Already undoing his jeans, he moved to lean back against the dresser.
He pulled out his cock and stroked himself slowly, apparently in no hurry to finish things. His eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as he watched Lukas watch him.
“Come here.” He gestured Lukas forward with a jerk of his chin. “I think you’ve waited long enough, haven’t you? I think it’s time you had your reward, don’t you?”
Lukas pushed himself to his feet. His ass ached and his face stung, but he didn’t care. He hurried across the room to kneel at his Master’s feet. There, he opened his mouth, already desperate to please.
Kent chuckled and ran his fingers through Lukas’s hair. “That’s a good boy.” He petted Lukas lovingly, almost as if he really did care about him. Then, just as quickly, his mood shifted once more, and he shoved his cock into Lukas’s mouth.
Lukas gagged at the sudden intrusion but made no attempt to pull back. He swallowed and did his best to breathe through his nose as his Master fucked his face.
Kent grunted and thrust into Lukas’s willing mouth. He tangled his fingers in Lukas’s hair, holding him in place as he used him for his own pleasure.
Finally, when he was close, he pulled free of Lukas’s mouth. He gripped his cock and stroked himself until he came.
Lukas watched as his Master painted his face with his seed. He moaned and humped against the floor, already wishing it was him his Master was using.
Kent laughed down at him. “Clean it up.” He gestured towards the mess he had made. “Lick it off. I want you clean before you go to bed.”
Lukas hurried to obey. He licked and laved at his skin, doing his best to clean up his Master’s mess.
When he was through, Kent dragged him to his feet by his hair. He led him out into the hallway and towards the living room.
There, he released his grip and began to kick Lukas. He landed several sharp blows to Lukas’s already sore behind. Then he kicked him in the ribs and stomach, all while hurling obscenities at him.
Lukas curled into a ball on the floor and did his best to protect himself, but it was no use. His Master was determined to teach him a lesson, and he wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied.
Finally, just when Lukas thought he couldn’t take anymore, Kent stopped. He stood over his slave, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Then, apparently satisfied, he turned and walked away.
Lukas lay on the floor and struggled to catch his breath. His body was sore and bruised, but he welcomed the feeling. He needed it, needed the pain his Master inflicted on him in order to feel complete.
“Have you learned your lesson?” Kent’s voice came from the kitchen, jolting Lukas back to reality. He pushed himself to his hands and knees and crawled towards the sound of his Master’s voice.
“Yes, Master.” He kept his gaze lowered as he spoke, already preparing himself for whatever might happen next. “I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t make the same mistake again.”
“Good.” Kent’s voice was mocking and cruel. He moved across the room to stand over Lukas, apparently intent on teaching him a lesson he would never forget. “Get up.”
Lukas obeyed without hesitation. He pushed himself to his feet and stood, waiting to find out what would happen next.
Kent took him by the shoulders and pushed him back against the counter. There, reaching down, he took Lukas’s cock in one hand and fondled it through the cage.
“Do you like your cage?” He released his grip only to deliver a sharp slap to the underside of Lukas’s length. “Does it feel good knowing you belong to me and that I won’t allow you to cum?”
Lukas whimpered at the feel of his Master’s hand on him but made no attempt to deny the words. He did like the cage. He liked the torment and the need and the feeling of being owned.
“Yes, Master.” His voice was breathy with arousal as he spoke. His cock throbbed inside the confines of its cage, already stiff and aching to be set free. “It feels wonderful.”
“Good boy.” Kent slapped his cock again, causing Lukas to cry out once more. “I knew you would see things my way.” He chuckled cruelly. “You like being my fucktoy, don’t you? You like the way it feels knowing you’re nothing but a slave and a piece of meat.”
Lukas nodded, unable to deny it. “Yes, Master.” He shifted and moaned under the feel of Kent’s hands on him. His cock was throbbing painfully now, and he longed to be allowed to cum. But he knew that wasn’t going to happen.
Instead, his Master slapped his trapped length once more before turning away. Already shedding his clothes as he went, he made his way into the other room.
Lukas followed after him, eager and willing to do as he was told. He found his Master waiting for him, already stretched out on the bed.
Kent smirked at him. “Well?” He gestured towards his cock with a flick of his wrist. “Are you going to get over here and suck me, or do I have to punish you again?”
Lukas didn’t need to be told twice. He hurried across the room and knelt on the floor beside the bed. There, he crawled towards his Master, already opening his mouth in preparation.
Kent tangled his fingers in Lukas’ hair and guided his cock past his slack lips. He thrust into his slave’s mouth, already using him for his own enjoyment without a second thought.
Lukas whimpered, but made no move to stop him. He swallowed his Master’s cock, already doing his best to please him.
Kent grunted. He thrust into Lukas’s mouth, already fucking his face as though he were a cheap whore.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Lukas, Kent pulled free. He climbed off the bed and moved to stand behind Lukas instead. There, pushing him onto his stomach, he raised his foot and brought it down on Lukas’ backside.
Lukas yelped and squirmed, but Kent only laughed. He raised his foot and delivered another series of blows, apparently enjoying his slave’s discomfort.
Finally, apparently tiring of the game, he lowered his foot. He took Lukas by the hips, positioning him as he saw fit.
Then, already guiding his cock to Lukas’s entrance, he pushed inside.
Lukas cried out at the sudden intrusion. His fingers curled in the sheets as his Master filled and stretched him. It felt so good, so perfect, and he couldn’t get enough.
Kent grunted and began to move. He thrust into Lukas, already taking what he wanted without a second thought. His fingers bit into Lukas’ hips as he pounded into him, apparently uncaring of anything but his own pleasure.
Lukas moaned. His cock was stiff inside the cage, and the feel of his Master inside him was more than enough to drive him wild with need. He humped against the mattress, desperate to feel some sort of friction against his trapped length.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Kent gave a last brutal thrust. With a satisfied grunt, he buried himself inside Lukas’s willing body and came.
When he was finished he pulled out. He climbed off the bed, apparently already preparing to leave.
“Get me a plastic bag.” He regarded Lukas with narrowed eyes, apparently having already thought of some new torment he wished to inflict on him. “And get all your underwear and socks and put them in it. I’m taking them with me when I go.”
Lukas blanched, but he knew better than to argue. Instead, pushing himself to his feet, he did as he’d been told.
When he returned with the bag, Kent nodded. He took it from him and then moved into the bedroom to gather up the clothes he had asked for.
He shoved them into the bag and then tied it shut. “I’ll be keeping these.” He held up the bag. “After all, a slave doesn’t need human things like clothes. They only slow him down and remind him of things he’s no longer a part of.”
Lukas shifted uneasily and lowered his gaze. He knew better than to question his Master’s commands, and he had no intention of doing so now.
But still, the thought of what his Master was asking of him made him uneasy. If Kent was right, and a slave didn’t need clothes, then how was Lukas supposed to go to work in the morning?
But as though reading his thoughts, Kent laughed. “Oh don’t worry.” He smirked down at Lukas, clearly amused by his uneasiness. “I’ll leave you a few pairs of trousers and some shirts. I won’t make you go out in public naked. I have no desire to subject anyone to the sight of your dirty body. Underwear and socks, however, are a luxury you no longer deserve.”
Lukas winced but said nothing. Instead, he lowered his gaze and waited for his Master to go on.
Finally, as though growing tired of the game, Kent did just that. He turned away and began gathering up his own clothes, apparently intent on getting dressed once more.
“Now then.” He straightened and then turned to face Lukas. His lips curved up in an evil smirk. “I have one last thing for you to do before I go.”
He crossed the room in three long strides. There, reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small object.
He held it up for Lukas to see. “Do you know what this is?”
Lukas’ eyes widened as he recognized the object his Master held. It was a butt plug, and he had no doubt what his Master intended for it.
“Yes, Sir,” he whispered, already dreading what was to come. He remembered how it had felt to wear one the last time his Master had punished him in such a way, and he wasn’t eager for a repeat performance.
But his Master wasn’t finished yet. Instead of ordering Lukas to bend over or get on the floor as he had expected, Kent moved to stand behind him instead.
There, using his free hand, he took hold of the cage that surrounded Lukas’s trapped length. Using his grip on it, he forced Lukas to his knees.
Lukas gasped at the sudden pain that shot through his trapped member. He squirmed and tried to get away, but it was no use.
His Master held him firmly in place, apparently intent on punishing him further for his mistake.
Finally, after a moment, he released his grip. He chuckled cruelly.
“You’re not going to like this.” His tone was mocking. “But that’s okay, because I’m going to enjoy it.” He paused and then went on. “I’m going to give you a choice. You can either wear the plug in your ass, or I’m going to put it in your cock cage. It’s up to you. Either way you’re going to be nice and plugged up for the rest of the night. And tomorrow. And the next day. And the day after that.”
Lukas shuddered. He had no doubt that his Master meant exactly what he said. He would be left plugged up and aching until such time as his Master returned once more.
Finally, he made his decision. “My ass, Sir.” The words came out in a rush. “Please, I’ll take it in my ass.”
Kent chuckled. “Very well.” He moved behind Lukas. “I think that’s a wise decision, don’t you?” He ran one hand over Lukas’s sore backside. “After all, I wouldn’t want to have to punish you any more than I already have, now would I?”
Lukas gulped and shook his head. “No, Sir.” His voice shook as he answered, and his cock throbbed painfully inside its cage. “I don’t want to be punished anymore.”
“Good.” Kent smacked his ass once more. “Now be a good boy and bend over for me. I want this to be nice and tight.”
Lukas hesitated. He didn’t want this, didn’t want to feel the plug stretching and filling him, but he had no choice.
Instead, he did as his Master had said and bent over. He felt Kent’s fingers on him and then the cold press of lubricant against his entrance. He squirmed, already dreading what he knew was coming.
Finally, the moment was on him. Kent pressed the plug against his entrance and began to push.
Lukas cried out as he felt himself being stretched. The plug was cold and hard against his flesh, and it felt good despite the pain and the torment it caused.
Kent pushed it into him slowly, already savoring his slave’s torment. He slid it back and forth, apparently enjoying the way Lukas squirmed and cried out beneath him.
Finally, when the plug was seated inside him, Kent gave it a sharp tap. “There.” He laughed cruelly. “All nice and tight. Just the way I like my slaves.” He straightened, apparently intent on admiring his handiwork. Then, after a moment, he reached down and twisted the plug.
Lukas moaned at the feel of it shifting inside him and knew it would be a long night.
Kent laughed again. He slapped Lukas’s upturned rump once more and then stepped back. “Remember, if I come back and find that you’ve taken my present out, I’ll make you wear the other one instead. I won’t be happy, and neither will you.”
Lukas swallowed hard and nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He knew his Master was serious, and he also knew what would happen if he disobeyed. He had no intention of finding out exactly what that punishment would entail.
Finally, as if satisfied, Kent turned away. He gathered up his things and then moved towards the door.
He paused there. Apparently as an afterthought, he looked back at Lukas. “Make sure you have a bag packed for the end of the week. You’re going with me, and you’ll need things for the weekend.” He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he turned and walked out, already closing the door behind him.
Thursday seemed to drag on forever. Lukas sat at work, already counting down the minutes until he could go home.
He kept his plug inside him, too afraid of his Master’s reaction should he remove it. No one at work knew what was going on between him and his Master, and he had no desire to enlighten them.
He was sure the plug inside him and the collar around his neck must have given someone a clue, but as yet, no one had said anything, and he was grateful for that.
He knew his movements were awkward, and that he kept shifting in his seat, but he couldn’t help it. The plug felt huge inside him, and he was already counting down the moments until he would be allowed to take it out.
He had no idea how long his Master intended for him to wear it, but he hoped it wouldn’t be for much longer. His hole ached, and he longed for relief. But still he said nothing.
He would do as his Master asked for as long as his Master wanted. He would wear the plug, and anything else his Master desired until he was finally set free.
When he got home that night, he stripped out of his clothes, already eager for his Master’s use. He paced the apartment, already on edge as he waited to see if Kent would return to him.
But he waited in vain. Kent didn’t come to him that night, and Lukas was left alone once more, his body still plugged and aching for his Master’s touch.
He busied himself with other things instead. He packed his bag, already preparing for the trip his Master had mentioned the day before.
Finally, exhausted and sore, he curled up on the floor at the foot of the bed. He wrapped his arms around the belt, his pleasure god, and did his best to sleep.
He woke early the next morning. His body was stiff and sore, and his hole ached at the feel of the plug shifting inside him.
He got to his feet and then made his way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. There, he paused and studied himself in the mirror.
His face was still red, and he could see the outline of the cage beneath his trousers. He blushed and shifted, suddenly aware of how visible everything was.
He thought about the plug inside him. He longed to take it out, but his Master had been very clear on the subject, and he knew better than to go against his wishes.
Instead, he finished getting ready for the day, all the while wondering what his Master had in store for him.
Friday at work passed much the same as had Thursday. Lukas sat and waited, his movements stiff and awkward as the plug shifted inside him.
Finally, it was time to go home. Lukas packed up his things and hurried to the bus stop, already eager to get home and find out what his Master had planned.
But when he arrived at the apartment, he found it empty. Kent wasn’t there, and Lukas was at a loss as to what to do.
He hadn’t said what time he would be there, and Lukas didn’t know if he should strip as usual or if he should wait.
Finally, just as he was starting to get really worried, his phone dinged. He grabbed it, already knowing it would be a message from his Master.
It was just as he’d thought. “Grab your bag and get the fuck downstairs.” Kent’s tone was mocking and cruel even through text. “I’ll be there to get you in a few minutes.”
Lukas hurried to obey. He grabbed his bag and hurried out of the apartment. There, making his way down to the front of the building, he waited for his Master to arrive.
He didn’t have long to wait. Within minutes, he spotted his Master’s car coming down the road. He watched as his Master parked and then climbed out of the car. He moved to meet him, only to freeze at the sight of someone else in the car with him.
A man he didn’t know was climbing out of the passenger seat. He was tall, with dark blond hair and sharp, angular features.
Lukas felt a moment of panic and indecision. His Master had never mentioned anyone else, and he had assumed that this would be a trip for just the two of them.
But apparently that wasn’t the case. His Master had brought someone else with him, and now Lukas didn’t know what to do.
His Master made the introductions as soon as Lukas approached. “This is Tim Lubke.” He gestured towards the stranger. “He’s my best friend. I’ve told him all about you.” He chuckled cruelly. “Don’t worry, I’m sure the two of you will get along just fine.”
Lukas paled at the implications of the words, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he opened his mouth, already preparing to plead with his Master for some sort of explanation, but before he could speak, Tim grabbed him by the arm. He dragged him to the back seat of the car and shoved him inside.
Lukas whimpered. He wanted to protest, to beg his Master to explain what was happening, but he knew it was useless. His Master wouldn’t listen to him, and so he held his tongue instead.
He fastened his seat belt and then settled in for the drive, wherever they were going. He shifted uneasily, the plug still buried inside his hole. He longed to adjust his position, but he didn’t dare, not with the two of them sitting up front.
Lukas hurried to obey. He grabbed his bag and hurried out of the apartment. There, making his way down to the front of the building, he waited for his Master to arrive.
He didn’t have long to wait. Within minutes, he spotted his Master’s car coming down the road. He watched as his Master parked and then climbed out of the car. He moved to meet him, only to freeze at the sight of someone else in the car with him.
A man he didn’t know was climbing out of the passenger seat. He was tall, with dark blond hair and sharp, angular features.
Lukas felt a moment of panic and indecision. His Master had never mentioned anyone else, and he had assumed that this would be a trip for just the two of them.
But apparently that wasn’t the case. His Master had brought someone else with him, and now Lukas didn’t know what to do.
His Master made the introductions as soon as Lukas approached. “This is Tim Lubke.” He gestured towards the stranger. “He’s my best friend. I’ve told him all about you.” He chuckled cruelly. “Don’t worry, I’m sure the two of you will get along just fine.”
Lukas paled at the implications of the words, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he opened his mouth, already preparing to plead with his Master for some sort of explanation, but before he could speak, Tim grabbed him by the arm. He dragged him to the back seat of the car and shoved him inside.
Lukas whimpered. He wanted to protest, to beg his Master to explain what was happening, but he knew it was useless. His Master wouldn’t listen to him, and so he held his tongue instead.
He fastened his seat belt and then settled in for the drive, wherever they were going. He shifted uneasily, the plug still buried inside his hole. He longed to adjust his position, but he didn’t dare, not with the two of them sitting up front.
The ride passed in silence. Lukas kept his gaze lowered and did his best not to attract attention as the two men talked up front.
“He’s a good slave,” Kent was saying. “He’ll do whatever I tell him, and he doesn’t ask questions. Plus, he’s a total masochist, so it makes things interesting. I love seeing what I can do to make him cry and beg.”
Tim chuckled. “Sounds like the perfect slave to me. I would have loved to have seen it. Does he really just do whatever you want and never complain?”
Kent laughed. “Yeah, man, he does. I mean, he whimpers and moans and all. And I’ve done some pretty messed up stuff to him. I made him lick my boots clean after I’d been out walking in the mud, and he didn’t even complain. I told him that he’s not allowed to wear clothes when I’m there, and he just agreed. He even wears a butt plug for me, and he acts like he loves it.”
“An anal plug?” Tim exclaimed with mock shock. “I can’t believe it!” He turned around to face Lukas, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. “Show me what’s in your ass, you cheap slut!”
Lukas shifted uncomfortably. He could feel the heat of his humiliation crawling up the back of his neck, but still he did as he’d been told. Reaching up, he unfastened his seatbelt and then slid out of his pants.
He turned to face Tim, his face burning with embarrassment. He bent over and used one hand to spread his cheeks, giving Tim a clear view of the plug buried inside him.
Tim’s eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as he took in the sight before him. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” He smirked, apparently enjoying Lukas’s discomfort. “You look good enough to eat, you know that?” He raised his hand, already preparing to deliver a series of sharp blows across Lukas’s upturned backside. “Nice and red, just the way I like them.”
He laughed and brought his hand down once more. He landed a series of blows across the center of Lukas’s rump, apparently uncaring that they were on the interstate and could be spotted at any time.
Finally, apparently satisfied, he stopped. “There.” He gave Lukas one last smack. “My signature. Now you can go back to your seat like a good boy.” He chuckled and turned back around. “I have to say, Kent, you did good with this one. He’s a keeper.”
Kent laughed harshly. “Yeah.” He glanced at Lukas in the rearview mirror, apparently enjoying his discomfort. “He is pretty good. He’s going to make a good pet one day.” He paused and then went on. “I’m going to keep him for a long time. I’m going to break him until he can’t do anything but obey me. I’m going to make him so pathetic and desperate for pain that he can’t live without it. He’s my toy, and I’m going to use him until he dies.”
Lukas shifted and swallowed against the lump that had risen in his throat. His cock throb bed painfully inside the cage, and he moaned softly to himself. The thought of being his Master’s property should have been terrifying. He should have wanted to get away, to escape whatever fate his Master had planned for him. But he couldn’t. Instead, all he could think about was how good it felt knowing his Master wanted him.
“Did you like the marks I left on his ass with my Pleasure God?” Kent asked after a moment.
Tim chuckled. “And what is this Pleasure God?” He glanced back at Lukas, apparently amused by the sight Lukas made.
Lukas shifted uneasily. He wondered if he should put his pants back on, but in the end, he decided against it. His Master hadn’t told him to, and so he wouldn’t. Instead, he remained as he was, his ass bare and already turning an ugly red from the blows Tim had landed across it.
Finally, Kent laughed. “Show Tim your Pleasure God,” he told Lukas with an obscene smirk. “I’m sure he would love to see it.”
Lukas blushed but obeyed. He leaned forward and reached into the front seat to retrieve the belt his Master had given him. Then, settling back into his seat, he held it up for Tim’s inspection.
Tim burst out laughing as soon as he saw it. “A belt?” He looked at Kent. “You call a belt his Pleasure God? I gotta say, that’s a new one. Even I’ve never thought of that before.”
Kent chuckled. “I know. I thought it was pretty clever myself.” He smirked at Lukas in the mirror once more. “Show Tim how you worship it. I’m sure he’d love to see.”
Lukas gulped but nodded. He knew better than to disobey his Master’s orders, and so instead he did as he was told. He unwrapped the belt and then ran it across his lips.
He felt the other two watching him, but he ignored them. He focused his full attention on pleasuring the belt.
He licked and sucked at it. He ran his tongue over the leather, tasting and feeling it. Finally, he pushed it into his mouth and suckled it, much as a child would a pacifier.
The two men watched him the entire time, apparently fascinated by the sight he made. Finally, when Lukas had finished, Kent spoke. “Put it back where it was,” he ordered, already sounding bored now that the show was over. “We’re almost there.”
Lukas obeyed without question. He returned the belt to its former spot, already wondering what would happen when they arrived at their destination.
He didn’t have to wait long to find out. A few minutes later, Tim spoke up. “I can’t wait to get there.” He laughed cruelly. “I haven’t been able to work out my sadistic urges in ages, and you know what that’s like.”
Kent chuckled. He glanced back at Lukas once more. “Take off the rest of your clothes.” He smirked. “We’re here.”
Lukas did as he was told. It didn’t matter to him that they could be seen. He pulled off his shirt and then undid his seatbelt. He crawled out of the car as soon as it had come to a stop and stood waiting for his next order.
They had pulled up in front of a holiday chalet in the north of Germany on a beach. It was secluded and private, the perfect place to do whatever his Master wanted.
He stood and waited as the two men climbed out of the car and retrieved their bags. Then he followed after them as they led the way into the chalet.
He stood just inside the doorway and waited. His cock was stiff inside its cage, and the plug was still buried deep inside his hole.
Finally, after a moment, Tim turned to regard him. His lips curved up in a cruel smirk as he ran his eyes over Lukas’s naked form.
“Well, well.” He moved towards Lukas, apparently intent on getting a closer look at him. “What do we have here?” He ran one finger down Lukas’s chest, apparently uncaring about the gooseflesh that rose up on his arms. “A little slave boy all ready and willing to please his Master.”
Lukas shuddered under the touch. He squirmed and did his best to get away, but there was nowhere for him to go.
Tim laughed. He tangled his fingers in Lukas’s hair, forcing him to meet his gaze. “Look at him.” He addressed Kent, already apparently enjoying the show. “He looks good enough to eat.”
Kent laughed. “Oh, you can eat him if you want. He’s allowed any type of penetration as long as you don’t touch his cock. I don’t want it stimulated until I’m ready for him to cum.” He paused and then smirked. “Feel free to do whatever you want to his ass though. I know how much you enjoy a good ass-fucking.”
Tim laughed again. He dragged Lukas across the room, apparently already intent on taking his Master up on the offer.
He pushed Lukas to his hands and knees on the floor and then straddled his back. There, reaching down, he took hold of Lukas’ hair.
He pulled Lukas’s head back, forcing him to arch his spine and stick out his ass. “There’s a good boy.” His tone was mocking, and Lukas could tell he was enjoying the show.
He shifted, and Lukas felt something cold and wet drip onto him. He realized that it must be lube, and he whimpered. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to be taken by anyone but his Master.
But it was too late. Tim already had his fingers on him. He pushed them inside Lukas’s waiting hole, apparently eager to get started.
Lukas cried out at the feel of the thick digits inside him and the plug stretching him. Tim laughed cruelly and began to fuck Lukas with his fingers.
Finally, after what seemed like forever to Lukas, he stopped. He removed his fingers and then did something that made Lukas cry out in pain.
He grabbed the end of the plug and gave it a sharp yank. He pulled it out of Lukas’s hole and then tossed it aside.
Lukas squirmed and cried out, already hating what was happening to him.
But Tim wasn’t finished yet. He grabbed the plug once more and brought it to Lukas’s lips.
“I don’t want to hear a sound from you, you filthy bastard.” He shoved the plug into Lukas’s mouth, effectively gagging him. “Not a sound. Do you understand?”
Lukas nodded, already doing his best not to make a sound. Tim laughed again and gave his ass a sharp smack. He raised his hand and brought it down over and over again, apparently enjoying the way Lukas squirmed beneath him.
“Fucking slut,” he taunted as he landed another series of blows across Lukas’s reddening rump. “Do you like that? Do you like being spanked and humiliated?”
Lukas whimpered around the plug that filled his mouth. He didn’t like it, not really, but at the same time, he didn’t want it to stop. He liked the feel of Tim’s hand on him, liked the pain and the humiliation. He needed it, needed to feel it in order to feel complete.
Tim stopped finally. He laughed and straightened. He climbed off Lukas’ back and then turned him over onto his back instead. There, pushing his legs apart, he knelt between them.
He ran one hand over Lukas’s trapped cock and laughed. “So this is how Kent keeps you under control.” He squeezed Lukas through the cage and then laughed again. “Clever.” He paused and then slapped Lukas’s cock, apparently enjoying his torment. “I guess he doesn’t want you getting all cocky and thinking you can get away.”
Lukas whimpered but made no attempt to reply. Instead, he lay still and waited for what he knew was coming. He kept his eyes lowered, not daring to meet Tim’s gaze. He knew it would only make things worse if he did.
But still, he couldn’t keep from squirming as Tim toyed with him. He bit down on the plug, already dreading what he knew was coming next.
Finally, Tim seemed to tire of the game. He released his grip on Lukas’s cock and straightened once more. He got to his feet, apparently intent on retrieving something else.
“Where’s the lube?” He glanced over at Kent.
Kent laughed and shook his head. “Why lube?” His tone was mocking. “Who really cares about that piece of shit’s hole? It’s not like he deserves any special treatment or anything.”
Tim grinned. “Fair enough.” He moved back to kneel between Lukas’s outstretched legs. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll just spit on it. That’s good enough for the likes of him.”
Lukas felt a moment of panic at the words, but he didn’t say anything. He just lay still and did his best not to draw attention to himself as Tim prepared to violate him.
Finally, the moment was on him. Tim grabbed his cock and guided it to Lukas’s entrance. There, spitting down on it, he began to push.
Lukas moaned at the feel of being entered. He bit down harder on the plug to keep from making any other noise.
He could feel Tim stretching him, filling him with his thick length. It felt good despite the burn and the pain of being stretched too quickly.
Tim didn’t bother being gentle. He rammed into Lukas, already using him for his own enjoyment.
Lukas moaned and squirmed, his trapped cock throbbing as he was taken and used. He’d never been fucked without lube before, and the feel of it was enough to drive him wild with need. He humped against the floor, desperate for some sort of friction against his trapped length.
He moaned again, the sound coming out strangled and breathy around the plug. He longed to reach down and touch himself, but he knew that wasn’t allowed. He had to lie still and take whatever Tim dished out.
It was just what he wanted, what he craved, and he couldn’t get enough. He was thirty, and he’d dreamed of having a Master half as handsome and dominant as Kent his entire life. And now, instead of just one, he had two. What more could he ask for?
Tim grunted as he continued to fuck Lukas. He grabbed him by the hips and pulled him up a little bit so he could get a better angle and thrust even deeper inside him. Lukas moaned, enjoying the feel of Tim deep inside him, using him.
He knew his place was beneath his Master, taking whatever Tim wanted to give and never complaining. It was what he lived for, and it was what he craved.
He moaned as Tim shifted once more. The other man pulled his legs over his shoulders and then bent down over him. There, he continued to thrust into him, already pounding his prostate with the tip of his cock.
Lukas squealed, already feeling himself getting close to the edge. He humped the floor again, already desperate to cum despite the cage that surrounded his length.
But it was no use. The cage was too tight, and he couldn’t cum no matter how good it felt. He whimpered and humped against the floor again, his body tense as he felt the pleasure building inside him.
Finally, just when he didn’t think he could take anymore, Tim gave a last brutal thrust and came. His cock pulsed inside Lukas’s willing body, and he groaned. He held Lukas’s legs apart as he rode out his climax, already savoring the feel of his slave’s body.
Lukas lay still beneath him, his own body still tense with need and desire. He moaned again, his gaze lowered as he waited to see what would happen next.
Finally, when Tim had finished, he pulled out. He climbed off Lukas and stood. He made his way across the room to stand beside Kent, apparently already preparing to watch what would happen next.
Lukas lay where he was, already struggling to catch his breath. He could feel Tim’s cum leaking out of his abused hole, and the feel of it turned him on even more.
But before he could do anything about it, he heard Kent’s voice. “Now it’s my turn.” His tone was mocking and cruel, and Lukas knew he was in for it.
Kent moved across the room. He grabbed Lukas by the hips and flipped him over onto his stomach. There, he raised Lukas’s ass up into the air and knelt behind him instead.
He ran one finger over Lukas’s sore and well-used hole, apparently uncaring that he was causing him more pain. “You look well and truly used, my little slave,” he taunted as Lukas whimpered beneath him. “I think it’s time I made use of you myself.”
He chuckled cruelly. He knelt behind Lukas and lined himself up with his entrance. Then, with no warning at all, he shoved inside.
Lukas groaned at the feel of his Master inside him. He squirmed, already desperate for more despite the pain that still lingered from Tim’s use of him.
Kent grunted. He thrust into Lukas’s willing body. He grabbed his hips and began to move, apparently intent on savoring his slave’s torment.
Lukas moaned. His cock throbbed inside the cage, and his hole burned at the feel of Kent stretching and using him. It felt so good, so perfect, and he didn’t want it to end.
Finally, when he was finished, Kent gave a last brutal thrust. He grunted, already burying himself deep inside Lukas’s abused hole. He came hard, his fingers digging into Lukas’s hips as he rode out his orgasm.
When he was finished, he pulled out and stood. He moved to join Tim on the couch once more.
“Get the crate.” His voice was sharp with command as he addressed Lukas. “It’s in the trunk, and I want a beer.”
Lukas got to his feet. He was still naked and felt the weight of Tim’s cum in his hole and running down the back of his legs, but he ignored it. He hurried outside, already intent on doing as his Master had said.
He was nothing more than a piece of meat to the two men, and he knew it. He was their pawn and their toy, and they wouldn’t rest until they were finished with him.
When he got to the trunk, however, he realized that he’d forgotten the key. He froze, a feeling of dread washing over him as he realized what that would mean. He knew what would happen when he went back inside with no beer and no explanation, and he wasn’t eager to find out.
He hurried back into the house. There, pausing in the doorway, he met his Master’s gaze.
“I’m sorry, Master.” His voice shook as he spoke. He felt the heat of embarrassment crawling up the back of his neck as he realized the enormity of his mistake. “I forgot the key.”
He watched as his Master’s expression darkened. He saw the cruelty in Kent’s eyes as he regarded him, and he felt his heart sink inside his chest. He was in trouble, and he knew it.
Kent stood. He moved across the room to tower over Lukas, apparently intent on teaching him a lesson he would never forget. “Did I or did I not tell you to get the beer?” He grabbed Lukas by the throat, apparently intent on scaring him into submission. “What the fuck did I just tell you? You useless piece of shit.”
Lukas squirmed. He struggled to breathe, but Kent didn’t seem to care. Instead, he only tightened his grip, apparently intent on punishing his slave for his stupidity.
Finally, he released him. He laughed cruelly. “Well, I guess there’s only one thing to do now, isn’t there?” He turned away, apparently having already decided on Lukas’s punishment. He retrieved the key and threw it in the direction of the door.
Lukas hurried to pick it up, already knowing what would happen if he didn’t. He winced and did his best not to attract any more attention as he hurried to obey his Master’s orders.
When he returned with the crate, Kent was waiting for him. “Put it down,” he ordered as soon as Lukas walked into the room. “And come here.” He crooked his finger in Lukas’s direction, already apparently intent on punishing him for his mistake.
Lukas obeyed at once. He put down the crate and then hurried over to where his Master stood waiting for him.
Kent chuckled cruelly as he took in the sight of his naked slave. “Look at him.” He addressed Tim, apparently eager to share the show. “He looks good enough to eat, doesn’t he?”
Tim chuckled. “Yeah, he does.” He ran one hand over Lukas’ hair, apparently intent on adding to his humiliation. “So what are you going to do to him?” He paused. “You planning on punishing him, or are you just going to let him get away with it?”
Lukas shuddered. He knew better than to answer, and so instead he waited for his Master to decide what to do with him.
Finally, as if he’d grown tired of the game, Kent chuckled again. “I think I’m going to punish him.” His eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as he ran his gaze over Lukas once more. “I’m going to teach him a lesson he won’t forget any time soon.”
He paused, apparently considering his options. Finally, after a moment, he nodded. “Come here,” he said, addressing Lukas. “Get over here and bend over the table. I think it’s time someone taught you a lesson about following orders.” He chuckled cruelly as Lukas obeyed. “Grab a hold of the edges and don’t let go. If you do, I’ll make your punishment even worse.”
Lukas nodded. He knew better than to go against his Master’s wishes, and so instead he did as he’d been told. He bent over the table and grabbed the sides the way his Master had ordered.
He felt Kent move behind him a moment later. He jumped as he felt a hand on his backside. Kent slapped his abused hole, apparently intent on enjoying his slave’s discomfort.
“I guess we’re going to have to get rid of this,” Kent taunted as he fingered the cum that still leaked out of Lukas’s hole. “Can’t have any extra lubricant in there, now can we? I mean, it’s not like you deserve anything special.”
Lukas whimpered, but he didn’t move. Instead, he remained as he was, bent over the table as his Master toyed with him.
He heard a click a moment later, and then the feel of cold steel against his hole made him jump. “What is that?” He gasped as he tried to pull away, only to be stopped by his Master’s hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t move.” Kent pushed him back into position. “I told you to bend over and stay still, and that’s exactly what you’re going to do. I’m sick of you disobeying me. I’m sick of your stupid shit, and it ends now.”
Lukas trembled. “Yes, Master.” His voice came out shaky and breathless, and he couldn’t stop himself from whimpering as he felt the cold steel press against his hole.
Kent laughed. He began to move, already shoving the object into Lukas’s abused hole.
Lukas yelped. The thing was cold and hard, and it felt huge as it began to stretch him. He squirmed and whimpered, already dreading what his Master planned to do to him.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Kent stopped. He pulled the object back out, and Lukas realized with a start that it must have been some sort of anal hook. He could feel the tip pressing against his hole, and he knew there must be a ring on the other end.
He whimpered again. He didn’t know what his Master was planning, but he had an idea it wasn’t going to be pleasant.
Sure enough, a moment later he felt something else press against his hole. This time it felt smaller, but still just as cold and unyielding as the hook had been.
He squirmed again. He didn’t like it, and he didn’t understand why his Master was doing this to him. He was being punished, he knew that, but at the same time, he still couldn’t wrap his mind around what his Master had planned.
Finally, after a moment, the feeling stopped. “There.” Kent chuckled as he finished. He ran his fingers over Lukas’s abused hole, apparently enjoying the show. “Now that’s a sight I could get used to.”
Lukas could feel the hook buried deep in his ass. He felt the pressure of it inside him, but at least it wasn’t moving anymore. He didn’t know how he was going to deal with it for the rest of the day, but he would just have to do his best.
He stood upright once more, already preparing to do his Master’s bidding.
“Sit down.” Kent pointed to the chair beside the table. “I want you to watch us play a game of cards. You’ve been naughty, and you need to be taught a lesson.”
Lukas did as he was told. He sat down in the chair and waited for what he knew was coming.
His Master turned to his friend. “So, Tim,” he began, his tone mocking and cruel. “What are we going to do with that useless thing over there?”
Tim grinned. He glanced over at Lukas, apparently uncaring about the humiliation he felt as they discussed him as if he wasn’t there. “I don’t know,” he said, apparently enjoying the torment he knew Lukas had to be feeling. “Maybe we should hang him from the ceiling all night. You know, to really make him pay for his disobedience.”
Kent burst out laughing. “But what did the ceiling ever do to us? It doesn’t deserve to have such filthy scum hung from it.”
Tim nodded. He looked over at Lukas again. His eyes gleamed with cruel sadistic pleasure. “You’re right.” He laughed. “We’ll have to think of a better way to punish that useless contraption.”
Lukas felt his insides clench at the words as he listened to them talk about punishing him. He didn’t want to think about what they might have planned for him, but he knew he wouldn’t have any choice in the matter. His Master and his friend would use him and punish him any way they saw fit, and he wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop it.
Finally, after a few moments of tense silence, Kent spoke. “And we can’t use the belt,” he said with a cruel laugh. “It’s the god of pleasure, after all. No matter how much pain it might cause, we can’t desecrate it by using it to punish such a worthless slave.”
Tim laughed. “Yeah.” He paused and then snapped his fingers. “I have an idea.” He turned to face Lukas. “Go out into the back garden and find the longest, thinnest tree branch you can.”
Lukas got up at once. He hurried to do as he’d been told, already wondering what they planned to do to him now. He shuddered as he thought about it, but at the same time he couldn’t deny the thrill that raced through him at the thought of his Master punishing him.
When he came back, he was carrying a thin branch. It looked long enough, but he couldn’t be sure until he’d been punished with it.
He handed the branch over to Tim. He kept his eyes lowered, already feeling afraid and ashamed.
Kent laughed again as he took the branch from Tim. “Will this twig do the trick?” He ran it through his hands, apparently testing its weight and flexibility.
“I don’t know.” Tim shrugged. “Let’s try it.”
He grabbed Lukas’s hands. He pried them open, apparently intent on finding out just how well the branch would work as a punishment tool.
Lukas kept his gaze lowered. He knew what was coming, and he dreaded it, but he also couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of the pain.
Tim brought the branch down with a swish. It landed across Lukas’s open palm, already leaving a red mark behind.
Lukas jumped. He bit his lip to keep from making any noise. He didn’t want his Master to think he was weak, and he would do whatever it took to prove that he could take his punishment like a man.
Tim burst out laughing at the sight Lukas made. Apparently enjoying his torment, he turned to Kent. “See, I told you this branch would do the trick.”
Kent chuckled. He nodded. “Hand it over, then.” He held out his hand. “Let me teach that bastard a lesson.”
Tim handed over the branch. He watched as Kent brought it down across Lukas’s already sore palm. He laughed, apparently enjoying the show.
“And where are you going to hit the wretch with this branch?” He glanced over at his friend. “I mean, I know what I would do.”
Kent smirked. He met Lukas’s gaze, apparently intent on humiliating him even more. “On his ass, of course.” He laughed again. “Nothing teaches a disobedient slave a lesson better than a good whipping on the ass.”
Tim chuckled. “Fair enough.” He paused. “But I think this branch might be even more effective on the soles of the worthless bastard’s feet.”
Kent laughed. “What’s the problem?” He addressed his friend with a cruel smirk. “You can do that after I’ve finished skinning his ass.”
Lukas listened to their conversation, feeling humiliated and ashamed.
Finally, after a moment, Tim spoke. “Who goes first?” he asked, apparently already eager to punish Lukas in any way he could.
Kent laughed again. “Let’s play rock-paper-scissors.” He nodded. “The winner goes first.”
Both boys burst out laughing a moment later when Kent emerged victorious. Lukas felt his face heat with humiliation as he knelt before them, waiting to see what would happen to him next.
Finally, apparently tiring of their game, Tim spoke again. “So.” He smirked, apparently intent on prolonging Lukas’s agony. “How many hits do you think he can take before he breaks?” He paused and then laughed. “I’m guessing fifty.”
Kent chuckled. “No way.” He shook his head. “That pathetic thing couldn’t handle fifty hits. He’d be screaming like a little girl after thirty.”
Tim shrugged. “Fine.” He glanced over at Kent. “So how do you want to do this?”
Kent smirked again. “Let’s make it interesting.” He paused and ran his gaze over Lukas’s trembling form. “Let’s see who can make him break first. If you win, you get to punish him with the branch first. If I win, I get to do it.”
Tim laughed. “Deal.” He turned back to face Lukas, already apparently eager to get started with the game. “Stand up,” he ordered sharply.
Lukas scrambled to his feet at once. He stood and waited, his gaze lowered as the two men circled him.
Kent broke the branch in half and handed one half to Tim. “I’m going to count,” Kent said after a moment. “And when I say hit, you hit him across the ass. Whoever makes him break first gets to punish him the way we agreed.”
Tim chuckled. “Sounds good to me.” He lifted the branch and got into position. He ran his gaze over Lukas. “This is going to be fun.” He laughed again. “Ready?”
“Ready.” Kent nodded. He lifted his own branch and then turned to face Lukas.
Lukas squirmed. He could feel their eyes on him, and he hated it. He didn’t want this, didn’t want to be the object of their sick game. But there was nothing he could do about it now.
He was their toy, their slave, and they could do whatever they wanted to him. All he could do was stand still and take it. All he could do was let them have their fun, even if it meant pain and humiliation for him.
“Hit.” Kent gave the order, and the two of them sprang into action at once.
Lukas cried out as the branches landed across his ass. They stung, and he felt his eyes fill with tears as the pain raced through his body.
“Hit.”
The branches landed again. This time Lukas wasn’t able to contain his cry of pain. He bit down on his lip and did his best not to beg them to stop. He knew they wouldn’t listen, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
The game continued. Every time Kent counted, the branches came down across Lukas’s ass.
Finally, after it felt like forever, he broke. He cried out and fell to his knees, unable to bear the pain any longer.
“Please.” His voice was a desperate sob. He raised his head to look at his Master. He hated the weakness he felt inside, but he couldn’t help it. He needed the pain to stop. “Please, Master, no more.”
Kent burst out laughing as he looked down at Lukas. He reached out and grabbed a handful of his hair, already intent on punishing him even more. “What do you mean, no more?” He asked, his tone mocking. “We’re still at eighteen. What’s gotten into you, you worthless piece of shit?”
Lukas sobbed. He fell to Kent’s feet and began to lick and kiss his shoes, already desperate to show his devotion.
“Please, Master.” He looked up at Kent with tears in his eyes. “No more, please. It hurts.”
Kent laughed again, apparently enjoying Lukas’s torment. “Well, look at that.” He addressed Tim. “Seems like my slave isn’t as tough as I thought he was.” He paused. “Looks like I won our little game.”
Tim chuckled. “Yeah, I guess so.” He ran his hand over Lukas’ hair. “Looks like you’re going to get your turn after all. How does it feel to win?”
Kent laughed again. He hauled Lukas to his feet, apparently intent on starting the real punishment now. “Feels great.” He looked Lukas up and down. “Especially when it involves a worthless piece of meat like this one.” He ran one hand down Lukas’s chest. “You know, Tim, I’ve been thinking.”
Tim raised his eyebrows. “About what?” He glanced over at Kent, already apparently curious about whatever it was he wanted to say.
Kent chuckled again. He leaned in closer, apparently intent on making Lukas feel even more humiliated. “About how pathetic this worthless bastard really is.”
Tim burst out laughing. He glanced down at Lukas and then back at Kent. “I know.” He shook his head and then ran his gaze over Lukas once more. “He’s fucking pathetic. It’s sad, really.”
Kent laughed too. “Yeah. Sad and pathetic.” He paused and looked over at Tim. “I wonder how far we can push him before he really breaks.” He grinned, apparently intent on seeing how much his slave could take.
Tim chuckled. “Why don’t we find out?” He shrugged. “I say we push him as far as we can. I mean, it’s not like he doesn’t deserve it after the way he’s behaved.”
Lukas hung his head in shame as he listened to the two men talk about him. He couldn’t believe what he’d heard. They wanted to break him? They wanted to push him as far as they could?
He whimpered softly to himself. He didn’t want that. He didn’t want them to break him.
But then, a moment later, he felt a stirring inside himself. He wanted to please his Master. He wanted to show Kent how good a slave he could be, how he would do anything Kent wanted in order to prove his devotion.
He’d always loved pain and degradation, but this was on a whole other level. This was a chance for him to really show his Master how devoted he was, and he wasn’t about to pass that up. He would take whatever Kent dished out. He would be the best slave he could, and he would prove to Kent that he was worthy of his ownership.
He straightened. He met his Master’s gaze. “I’ll do anything you want, Master,” he said softly. “I’m yours. You can use me, hurt me, fuck me, and do whatever you want with me. I’m just your worthless slave. You own me, and I’ll do whatever you tell me.”
Kent chuckled again. He looked Lukas up and down, apparently pleased by his slave’s willingness to please.
“I know you will.” He leaned in closer. “ But now, I’m going to let Tim beat you across the soles of your feet. Just like he promised.” He shoved Lukas towards Tim. “Let’s see how long you last.”
Tim laughed again. “I bet he won’t last ten blows.” He grabbed Lukas by the arm. “Put your feet up in the air,” he ordered as he shoved Lukas over the table once more.
Lukas obeyed. He put his feet in the air, already bracing himself for what he knew was coming.
“Howl all you want.” Tim’s tone was mocking and cruel. He lifted the branch. “No one’s going to hear you.”
Lukas whimpered. He was already braced for the first blow, but it still came as a shock.
Tim brought the branch down across the soles of Lukas’s feet. It stung and burned, and Lukas cried out at the feel of it.
Tim laughed again. He raised the branch once more and brought it down in the same spot.
Lukas howled. The pain was too much, and he squirmed and tried to get away.
But Tim didn’t stop. Instead, he continued to bring down the branch. Each blow landed across the soles of Lukas’ feet.
Finally, after the seventh blow, Lukas couldn’t take anymore. He collapsed to the floor, his feet on fire with pain.
He whimpered and crawled towards Tim. There, he began to lick Tim’s boots, already desperate for mercy.
“Please,” he begged. “Please stop. I can’t take anymore.”
But Tim only laughed. He kicked Lukas away and then grabbed him by the hair. “Get back in position,” he snarled, apparently intent on finishing what he’d started. “I told you I’d only stop when you couldn’t take anymore. This is only number seven. I’m not stopping until I get at least ten.”
Lukas whimpered, but he obeyed. He climbed back onto the table and put his feet in the air once more.
Tim laughed again. Apparently enjoying Lukas’s pain, he raised the branch. He brought it down hard across the soles of Lukas's feet once more.
Lukas screamed. His feet burned with pain, and he couldn’t bear it anymore. He squirmed and whimpered, already desperate for it to be over.
Tim laughed cruelly. He raised the branch again.
“Hit,” he ordered as he brought it down one last time.
Lukas wailed. He fell off the table and crawled to Tim’s feet once more. There, he licked and kissed Tim’s shoes, desperate to appease his Master and show him how devoted he really was.
Finally, Tim laughed. “Alright,” he said, apparently satisfied that Lukas had learned his lesson. “I think that’s enough. Go stand in the corner. You’ve been a very naughty little slave, and you need to be punished.”
Lukas obeyed at once. He got up and moved to stand in the corner as he’d been told. There, he stood facing the corner with his nose pressed to the wall. He felt his feet throb with pain, and he moaned softly as he tried to stand on them. He shifted uncomfortably, already dreading what would happen next.
“Quiet.” Kent spoke sharply, apparently intent on teaching Lukas a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget. “No noise. Stand there quietly and think about what you’ve done.”
Lukas nodded. He kept his gaze on the wall in front of him, already wondering what would happen when his Master finally let him out of the corner.
Finally, just when Lukas thought he couldn’t take anymore, Kent spoke once more. “Come here,” he ordered, apparently having already decided on Lukas’s punishment. “It’s time I taught you how to be a good slave.”
Lukas did as he was told. He limped across the room and stood before his Master once more.
Kent chuckled. He grabbed Lukas and bent him over. “I’m going to teach you a lesson about following orders,” he said as he reached for the branch. “You’re going to stand there and take your punishment like a good little slave. If you don’t, we’ll only make it worse.”
Lukas moaned. His ass burned and throbbed from the earlier blows, but he didn’t think he could take anymore. “Please, Master.” He glanced back over his shoulder at Kent. “My feet hurt. I can’t stand anymore.”
Kent laughed. Apparently intent on adding to Lukas’s humiliation, he grabbed him and flipped him onto his back. He raised the branch and brought it down hard.
Lukas cried out. The sting and burn of the branch across his ass made him jump and squirm. He hated it, but he also couldn’t deny the thrill that raced through him at the knowledge that his Master was punishing him.
Finally, after several more blows, Tim spoke up. “Come on,” he called to Kent. “Let’s have a beer.” He stood. “Leave him alone. You can always beat him later if you want to. I mean, he’s not going anywhere, right?”
Kent laughed again as he looked down at Lukas, who still lay where he was across the table. “Yeah.” He dropped the branch and followed Tim over to the couch. “Let’s do it.”
The two of them sat down and cracked open their beers. They both laughed as they watched Lukas struggle to his feet.
“Come here and sit down.” Tim pointed at Lukas. Apparently intent on humiliating him even further, he patted his lap. “I want you to sit on my lap while we drink. You know, to remind you who you belong to.”
Lukas felt a blush creep into his cheeks at the thought. He moved across the room. He sat on Tim’s lap the way he’d been told.
Tim chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Lukas’s waist. “Take off my shoes,” he said after a moment. He nuzzled against Lukas’s neck, apparently intent on adding to his torment. “And worship my feet. After all, I’m the one who made your feet explode with pain, so you owe it to me.”
Lukas blushed even harder. He felt embarrassed and humiliated as he removed Tim’s shoes and began to lick his feet. Tim’s feet were sweaty and smelly, but Lukas didn’t care. Instead, he lapped at Tim’s skin and did his best to show him just how grateful he was for the treatment he’d received.
Tim groaned. He tilted his head back and moaned, apparently enjoying the feel of Lukas worshipping his feet.
Lukas worked on Tim’s feet for the next hour. He sucked his toes and licked his heels, already lost in the sensations and feelings he got from doing it.
Finally, when he was finished, he found himself moving on to the next one. He didn’t know where he was anymore, or whose foot was in his mouth, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the pleasure and satisfaction he got from serving his Master’s every desire.
He was nothing more than a slave, a piece of meat to be used and punished at his Master’s whim. He’d been taken and used, fucked and humiliated, and it had been everything he’d always dreamed of. He was owned, used, and tormented, and it was perfect.
He moaned softly as he worked, his mind lost in a haze of pain and pleasure. It was perfect. He loved it, loved everything his Master did to him. And he couldn’t wait to find out what was next.
The hours passed quickly. Tim and Kent drank and talked while Lukas moved between their feet. He sucked and licked, already feeling lost and content. He didn’t care that he’d been degraded and humiliated in the worst possible way. All he cared about was his Master and how to please him.
Finally, when the light began to creep into the room once more, Tim glanced over at the window. “Oh, it’s daytime,” he said in surprise. “We still haven’t slept.”
Kent laughed. He downed the rest of his beer and stood. “So let’s go to sleep, then.” He addressed Lukas, apparently intent on giving him his orders. “You sleep on the floor.” He pointed to the spot beside the couch. “Me and Tim are going to the bedroom.”
Lukas stood. He watched as Kent and Tim made their way towards the bedroom, and then he did as he’d been told and lay down on the floor.
He’d just curled up on the hard wood floor when he heard a noise behind him. He turned to see Kent making his way back towards him. “Oops,” Kent said as he approached. “Almost forgot something.”
Lukas watched as his Master unzipped his jeans. He didn’t move as Kent took out his cock and then proceeded to piss in Lukas’s mouth.
Lukas swallowed. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of his Master. He moaned and leaned into the sensation, already eager for whatever would come next.
Finally, when Kent was finished, he zipped up his jeans and moved back towards the bedroom. “I almost forgot to piss before bed,” he said with a cruel laugh.
Tim laughed too. Apparently intent on imitating his friend, he turned to Lukas as well. “Why not?” He asked with a smirk. “Why should I go all the way to the bathroom when I have that thing’s mouth around?”
And with that, he took out his own cock and pissed in Lukas’s mouth as well.
Lukas lay still as he felt the hot liquid run down his throat. He savored the taste of it and licked his lips, apparently uncaring of the humiliation it caused him.
Finally, when they were both done, Tim and Kent headed back to the bedroom to sleep. They left Lukas alone on the floor of the living room, already intent on getting what rest they could.
Lukas listened as they moved around for a moment, and then he curled up on the floor once more. He closed his eyes, already preparing for whatever was to come when they woke up again. He knew he would be tormented and humiliated. He knew his Masters would hurt him and use him for their own pleasure. And he also knew that he would take it. He would obey their every command without question.
It was what he lived for. It was what he craved and desired. He needed his Masters’ ownership, needed their dominance and control.
And so he drifted off to sleep. He dreamed of his Masters, of the pain and the humiliation they inflicted on him, and it only made him more desperate for them. It made him more eager to be the best slave he could.
He wanted to please them. He wanted to obey and worship them. And he would, no matter what they did to him.
Finally, he slept.
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