When Lukas woke again, it was to the sounds of his Masters moving around in the other room. He sat up and glanced towards the bedroom door, already wondering what they were doing.
Finally, the door opened. Kent emerged first. He saw Lukas on the floor and smirked. “Morning, slave.” He moved across the room towards Lukas. “Did you have pleasant dreams?”
Lukas scrambled to his knees at once. He took Kent’s cock into his mouth and began to suck eagerly.
Kent groaned. He grabbed Lukas’s hair and thrust into his mouth. “That’s it, slave,” he ordered sharply. “Suck your Master’s cock. Show me what a good boy you can be.”
Lukas moaned around the hard length in his mouth. He took it deeper, already savoring the feel of his Master fucking his face. He loved it. He loved being used and tormented. It was everything he’d always craved.
Finally, when Kent had had enough, he pulled away. He laughed cruelly as he looked down at his slave. “Good boy.” He patted Lukas on the head. “Now be a good little piss pig and open your mouth.”
Lukas obeyed without question. He opened his mouth and waited as Kent emptied his bladder once more.
When Kent was finished, Tim took his turn as well. He groaned and thrust, already intent on sating his own desires. He grabbed Lukas by the throat and forced him to take every drop.
Finally, when Tim was done, Kent spoke again. “Alright.” His tone was commanding and stern. “Go out into the backyard and piss like the dog you are.” He laughed, apparently enjoying Lukas’s humiliation. “Like we agreed, right?” He paused. “Just like a dog in the backyard. You’re my little piss pig, after all.”
Lukas got up at once. He hurried outside, uncaring of his nudity and the way his cage rubbed uncomfortably against his sensitive flesh. He was a slave, and that meant he didn’t deserve comfort or pleasure. All he deserved was the humiliation and torment his Master dished out. And it was all he craved.
He emerged from the house and made his way across the backyard of the small chalet. There, he squatted and did his business the way his Master had said he should.
When he was finished, he went back inside. There, he found Kent and Tim lounging on the couch. Both men were almost naked except for the swimsuits they wore. Apparently, they were just as eager to go swimming as Lukas was.
Lukas moved to stand before his Masters. He kept his eyes lowered and waited to see what would happen next. He’d dreamed of this day for so long. He’d wanted to meet a real Master, someone who would dominate and control him, and now he had. Not only one Master, but two.
He gazed hungrily at the two men on the couch before him. They were both young, maybe twenty at the most, but they were still the most gorgeous creatures he’d ever seen. He longed to touch them and caress them. He wanted them to use him again, to hurt and humiliate him the way they had last night. He wanted their ownership. He wanted everything they had to give, and he was willing to do whatever it took to get it.
He was a slave. A fucktoy, a piece of meat that existed only to please his Masters. And it was the only thing he wanted to be.
Finally, as if he’d grown tired of waiting, Kent spoke. “I’ve ordered three meals.” His voice was sharp and commanding as he addressed Lukas. “They’ll arrive in a little while through the food delivery app.” He paused and smirked as he ran his gaze over Lukas. “When the delivery person gets here, you’re to take the food and pay them.” He raised his eyebrows. “You do still have the card I gave you, right?”
Lukas nodded. “Yes, Master.” He shifted uncomfortably, already afraid of what his Master really wanted from him.
Kent chuckled. “Good.” He ran one hand through his hair and then sat back, apparently intent on continuing his orders. “Now, there’s just one thing.”
Lukas raised his eyes to meet his Master’s once more. “Yes?” He waited, already dreading what he would hear.
Kent laughed again. Apparently enjoying Lukas’s torment, he sat back and smirked. “The thing is, my little slave, we’ve already paid for our food. But you haven’t. So, you’ll have to find some way to pay for your own meal.”
Lukas shifted again. He felt his heart begin to pound inside his chest as he tried to think of what to say. He couldn’t pay for his meal. He had no money. And he couldn’t use the card his Master had given him, either.
He licked his lips nervously and looked up at Kent once more. “But where am I supposed to get money, Master?” He hated the desperation in his voice, but he couldn’t help it. He knew he was trapped, and he couldn’t find a way out.
Tim spoke before Kent could. He smirked as he regarded Lukas and then leaned forward in his seat. “You have to earn it.” His voice was cruel as he explained. “I’ll give you one euro for every ten slaps I give you across your ugly little face.”
Both men burst out laughing as they watched the realization dawn in Lukas’s eyes.
“Damn it.” Kent’s tone was annoyed. He looked down at Lukas and then back up at Tim. “That bastard has only earned one euro. Now what are we going to do?”
Tim laughed. His tone was sarcastic and cruel. He glanced down at Lukas. “Well, we could always let him starve.” He shrugged. “After all, it’s his fault he’s such a worthless piece of shit.”
Kent laughed as well. He reached out and grabbed Lukas’s chin, apparently intent on adding to his humiliation even further. “Get up.” His voice was commanding as he spoke to his slave once more. “Get the food and pay the delivery man. And do it naked, just like you are. Let him see what a disgusting piece of shit you really are.”
Lukas stood. He did as he’d been told and made his way towards the door. There, he opened it just a crack and peeked out, careful to keep himself hidden from the view of whoever waited outside. He didn’t want the delivery man to see him. He didn’t want anyone to see the way he looked right now. He didn’t want to be humiliated even further.
Finally, the delivery man handed him the food. Lukas took it and then moved back inside the house. He shut the door behind him and then made his way back towards his Masters once more.
He could feel their eyes on him as he crossed the room, but he ignored it. He kept his gaze lowered, already knowing what they would say.
Finally, he reached the table where the two young men had already seated themselves. He stood still and waited, the bags of food in his hands.
Tim reached out and took one of the bags. He opened it and then smirked as he turned back to Lukas. “Since you didn’t earn your food,” he said, his voice cruel and mocking. “I’ll throw it away.” He paused. He poured Lukas’s food onto the floor at Lukas’s feet. “There. Now you can eat like the animal you are.” He looked over at Kent and laughed. “What do you think?” He asked, apparently enjoying Lukas’s degradation. “Should we let the pathetic thing eat off the floor?”
Kent chuckled. Apparently pleased by the way his slave had been humiliated, he turned to regard Lukas once more. “Sure.” He laughed again and then shrugged. “Yes.” He paused. He ran his gaze over the way Lukas stood before them. “But only if he begs properly.”
Tim laughed again. He looked over at Lukas, apparently intent on tormenting him even further. “Did you hear that?” His voice was mocking and cruel as he spoke to Lukas once more. “Your owner said you have to beg before we’ll let you eat your food off the floor like the pathetic loser you are.”
Lukas didn’t even hesitate. He fell to his hands and knees at once. “Please.” His voice was a desperate whine as he gazed up at his Master. “Please let me eat my food.” He paused and licked his lips, already knowing how he must look to the two men in front of him. “Please, Master, I’m so hungry. Can I please eat my food off the floor?” He looked at Kent with wide, pleading eyes. “Please, Sir. I’ll be good. I promise I’ll do whatever you want. Just please let me eat. I’ll do anything.”
Tim laughed again as he listened to Lukas beg and plead. Apparently enjoying the sight of his friend’s slave debasing himself like a worthless piece of meat, he kicked at Lukas and gestured towards the food on the floor. “Go on, then,” he said after a moment. “Eat. And make sure you show your owner just how grateful you are. After all, he’s the one who paid for your food, right?”
Kent laughed too as he watched the show. Apparently intent on keeping his slave in his place, he leaned forward in his seat and ran his gaze over Lukas’s naked form. “That’s right.” He sneered as he looked Lukas up and down. “And if you ever forget that again, you worthless piece of shit, we’ll have to punish you again. Right?”
Lukas moaned as he gazed at his Master. He could feel the humiliation and degradation burning through him, but he also felt a thrill of pleasure. He was owned and used. He was degraded and tormented, and it was the most amazing thing he’d ever experienced. He loved it. He loved being a slave.
“Yes, Master.” He bowed his head once more and then began to eat. He lowered his face to the floor and began to lick up the food he’d been given. He moaned as it touched his tongue. It tasted good, and he was grateful to his Master for letting him have it. He licked and sucked, already eager to show his devotion. He ate as quickly and thoroughly as he could, intent on proving just how grateful he was to have been given such a privilege.
Finally, just as Lukas was finishing up the last of his food, he felt a foot on his back. He looked up to see Tim standing over him, apparently intent on humiliating him even more.
“You missed a spot.” Tim’s voice was cruel and mocking as he gestured at the spot of sauce on the floor beside Lukas’s head. “Clean it up.” He pressed down with his foot, apparently uncaring of the fact that he was forcing Lukas’s face into the dirty floor. “And make sure you get it all. I don’t want any of that crap left behind.”
Lukas obeyed. He moved forward and began to lick at the sauce on the floor, already uncaring of his own degradation.
Tim laughed as he watched him. Apparently enjoying the show, he pressed down even harder with his foot. “Good boy.” He mocked Lukas as he continued to lick and suck at the floor. “Keep it up. Maybe if you’re a good little slave, your Master will let you have some more food later.”
Lukas ignored him. He licked at the floor until he was sure he’d gotten every last bit of sauce. When he was done, he raised his head to look up at Tim once more.
Tim laughed again. Apparently intent on prolonging his torment, he lifted his foot and ground it down into the food on the floor in front of Lukas. He stomped on it and then looked down at Lukas with a cruel smirk. “Clean that up too.” He gestured at the mess he’d just made. “You know, just in case you get hungry later.” He paused and ran his gaze over Lukas once more. “After all, I can’t have my friend’s slave wasting away now, can I?”
Lukas lowered his head once more. He began to lick at Tim’s dirty foot. He took his time, apparently intent on showing his Master just how devoted he was.
Tim laughed again as he watched him. “Look at that.” He addressed Kent as he spoke. “He’s licking my foot like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. What a loser.”
Kent chuckled as well. Apparently just as amused by Lukas’s degradation, he stood and moved closer. He ran his hand through Lukas’s hair, already intent on tormenting him further. “I know, right?” He paused. “It’s pathetic, really.” He turned back to regard Lukas. “Isn’t it, slave? Isn’t it pathetic that you enjoy licking my friend’s dirty, smelly feet so much?”
Lukas raised his gaze to meet his Master’s. He felt his face heat up with humiliation. He hated that they were right. He hated that he loved the taste and feel of his Master’s dirty feet so much. But he couldn’t deny it. He couldn’t deny that he craved this. That he needed it more than anything. He was a slave. He was a piece of meat that existed only for his Master’s pleasure. And he loved every second of it.
“Yes, Master,” he agreed in a soft voice. He lowered his gaze once more and went back to licking Tim’s foot, already intent on showing them how much he enjoyed his own humiliation.
Kent laughed again. Apparently growing bored of the game, he looked over at Tim once more. “Are we going to stand around all day? I thought we were going swimming.”
Tim shrugged. He pulled his foot away from Lukas’s mouth and moved back towards the table. He grabbed the rest of his food and then turned back to Kent. “Of course we are.” He laughed again as he looked down at Lukas, who still knelt on the floor where they’d left him. “I’m dying to use that damned slave’s ass in the water.” He paused, his gaze lingering on Lukas for a moment longer. “After all, we can’t let him off that easy, now can we?”
Kent laughed. He grabbed Lukas by the arm and pulled him to his feet once more. “No way.” He looked Lukas up and then shoved him towards the door that led outside. “Come on.” He addressed Tim as he made his way out of the house. “Let’s go.”
Tim followed him eagerly. Apparently already anticipating the chance to torment and degrade Lukas even further, he grabbed Lukas by the hair and shoved him towards the lake. “Hurry up,” he ordered sharply. “I can’t wait to get you in the water and show you who’s boss.”
Lukas whimpered as he moved towards the shore. He could feel their hands on him, shoving and pushing him forward. He hated it. He hated the way they treated him, the way they used and tormented him. But at the same time, he loved it. It made him feel good. It made him feel like he was exactly where he was meant to be.
Finally, they reached the water. Tim shoved Lukas down into the wet sand. “Stay,” he ordered sharply as he and Kent began to undress. “We’ll tell you when we’re ready for you.”
The chalet's private beach was a private and secluded place, and passersby could not easily see who was there, but it was still outdoors, and this caused Lucas a great sense of humiliation and degradation.
Lukas did as Tim said. He waited as his two Masters stripped off their swimsuits. He watched, already feeling a thrill of excitement race through him at the sight of their gorgeous bodies.
His gaze roamed hungrily over Kent’s muscular chest and strong arms. He admired his broad shoulders and strong, thick thighs. He ran his eyes down to his Master’s cock, already rock hard and ready for action. He moaned softly as he watched the thick vein that ran along the side of Kent’s shaft. His Master had a gorgeous cock, long and thick with just enough curve to hit all the right spots when he fucked Lukas.
Finally, when he was done admiring his Master, he turned his gaze to Tim. Tim was just as gorgeous as Kent was. He had the same strong, muscular body and the same broad shoulders. His chest was covered in a light layer of dark blond hair that ran down to his navel and then lower to the thick bush that surrounded his equally impressive cock. His shaft was a little shorter than Kent’s but thicker with a wider head that Lukas couldn’t wait to feel inside him again. He licked his lips as he admired Tim’s gorgeous body. He wanted them. He wanted them to use him, hurt him, fuck him. He wanted their ownership, and he was willing to do whatever it took to get it.
He gazed hungrily at his two Masters. They were the most gorgeous creatures he’d ever seen, and he felt so lucky to be owned by one of them. He was a worthless slave, a piece of meat to be used and discarded, but he was a slave owned by the most beautiful man in the world, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Finally, after what felt like forever to Lukas, the two men waded into the water. They swam around for a moment or two and then dove under. They emerged a second later, laughing and splashing each other, apparently intent on enjoying their time in the water as much as possible.
Lukas watched them, already hating the fact that he wasn’t allowed to join them. He wanted to be with them, wanted to feel the water on his skin and the sun on his face. But he couldn’t. He was just a slave, and he didn’t deserve to join his Masters in their fun. He was nothing more than a piece of meat, a fucktoy that existed solely for their pleasure. And that was how he liked it.
Finally, after a while, Tim swam back towards the shore. He got out of the water and then turned to face Lukas. “Come here,” he ordered sharply. He crooked his finger at Lukas. “It’s time we showed you who you belong to.”
Lukas did as he was told at once. He hurried over to Tim, already eager to do whatever his Master told him. He was a slave, and his place was at his Master’s feet. He lived to serve. He lived to please. And he would do anything his Master asked of him.
He reached Tim’s side and then waited. He knelt before Tim and gazed up at him, already wondering what would happen next.
Tim ran his gaze over Lukas for a long moment. He smirked and then grabbed Lukas by the throat. “I think it’s time we taught this worthless piece of shit who he belongs to, don’t you?” He addressed Kent as his friend joined them on the shore once more. “What do you say we show him what happens to naughty little slaves who don’t know their place?”
Kent laughed as he reached them. He ran his own gaze over Lukas and then reached out to grab his cock. He squeezed, apparently intent on causing Lukas as much pain as possible. “Oh, I think that’s a great idea.” He twisted Lukas’s balls in his hand. “In fact, I think we should start right now. Don’t you agree?”
Tim laughed too. He released his hold on Lukas’s throat and instead reached down to grab his own cock. He pressed the tip against Lukas’s lips. “Open up,” he ordered harshly. “Show your owner how much you love being a good little slave.”
Lukas opened his mouth without question. He took Tim’s cock inside, already moaning at the taste of it on his tongue. He savored the feel of Tim’s hard length on his tongue. He sucked and bobbed his head, intent on giving his Master the best blowjob he could.
Tim groaned and grabbed Lukas by the back of the head. He thrust into his mouth, apparently intent on using him for his own pleasure. “That’s it,” he ordered sharply. Already intent on degrading Lukas even more, he thrust faster and harder into his slave’s mouth. He grabbed Lukas’s hair and held him still. “Take it, you filthy whore.” He laughed as he watched Lukas struggle to breathe. “Suck my cock like the desperate little slut you are.”
Lukas moaned and took Tim deeper into his mouth. He could feel his Master’s hard length against his tongue and the head hitting the back of his throat. He gagged and choked, but he didn’t stop sucking. Instead, he relaxed his throat and took Tim even deeper.
Tim laughed. Apparently pleased by Lukas’s desperation, he ran his fingers through Lukas’s hair. “That’s a good boy.” His voice was cruel as he praised his friend’s slave. “Keep sucking like that and your Master might just let you come tonight.”
Lukas whined and took Tim even deeper. He could feel Tim’s cock hitting the back of his throat and he savored the feel of it there. He loved the taste and the feel of it in his mouth. He loved that his Master was using him like a cheap sex toy. And he would have done anything to keep it that way.
Finally, Kent spoke once more. Already growing bored of just watching his friend fuck Lukas’s face, he moved around behind Lukas and reached down to spread his cheeks. He ran one finger along Lukas’s hole. “Look how desperate this little whore is.” He laughed as he spoke. Apparently intent on tormenting Lukas even more, he spat on Lukas’s hole and then began to work it inside with one finger. “He’s practically begging for it. Isn’t he, Tim?”
Tim laughed as well. He grabbed Lukas by the hair once more and thrust into his mouth again. He held Lukas still and fucked his face, apparently intent on sating his own desires before Lukas had a chance to do the same.
Finally, though, after a moment, he released his hold and allowed Lukas to breathe again. Lukas gasped and choked as he tried to catch his breath. He could feel drool running down his chin and saliva filling his mouth. But he didn’t care. He didn’t care how he looked or what his Masters thought of him. He was a worthless slave. A fucktoy that existed only for their pleasure, and that was how he liked it.
He gazed up at Tim through tear-filled eyes. “Please,” he begged, his voice a desperate whine. “Please let me taste you. Please let me suck your cock and make you come.”
Tim laughed. Apparently amused by his desperation, he looked down at Lukas once more. “Well, since you asked so nicely, how could I say no?” He grabbed Lukas by the chin and hauled him back to his feet. He gestured towards the water. “Go out into the lake and wait for us there on your hands and knees with your ass in the air.”
Lukas did as he’d been told. He hurried out into the water until it was just deep enough to allow him to do as Tim had said. There, he got down on his hands and knees in the muddy lake floor. He arched his back and presented his ass for his Masters’ torment, already knowing what would come next.
Finally, a moment later, Tim and Kent joined him in the water. They moved on either side of him and then looked down with cruel smirks on their gorgeous faces.
Lukas could feel their eyes on him. He knew what they were doing, and it only made his humiliation that much more exciting. He was a slave, a worthless piece of meat to be tormented and humiliated in every way possible. He was their property, their toy. And he was loving every second of it.
Finally, Tim spoke again. “Beg,” he ordered sharply, apparently intent on prolonging Lukas’s torment for as long as possible. “Beg for my cum. And if you’re lucky, I might just give it to you.”
Lukas didn’t hesitate. He crawled through the water towards Tim. He licked and sucked at Tim’s shaft, apparently intent on tasting as much of Tim as he could. “Please, Master.” His voice was a desperate whine as he pleaded with Tim to give him what he wanted. “Please give me your cum. Please let me taste it. I’ll be good, I promise.” He licked the tip of Tim’s cock. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just please let me have it. Please.”
Tim chuckled. Apparently pleased by his eagerness, he ran his fingers through his slave’s hair. He pushed Lukas’s head back and then positioned himself in front of his face once more. “Open,” he ordered harshly, apparently intent on taking what he wanted.
Lukas obeyed at once. He opened his mouth and took Tim inside once more. He licked and sucked eagerly, already savoring the taste of his Master on his tongue.
Finally, just when it seemed like Tim was about to come, Kent moved forward as well. He positioned himself behind Lukas in the water and began to work his cock into Lukas’s waiting hole. He grabbed Lukas’s hips and pushed forward. Already intent on getting what he needed, he fucked Lukas hard and fast. He ignored Lukas’s cries and whimpers. He fucked him without mercy, already determined to get exactly what he wanted.
Finally, once his cock was fully inside Lukas’s ass, he grabbed Lukas’s hips once more. He held him still and then began to thrust into him hard and fast, apparently uncaring of the pain and humiliation it would cause his slave.
Lukas cried out. He could feel Kent’s cock deep inside him. It felt so good to be used like this. To be fucked and tormented by his Master. It was exactly what he needed, and he was loving every second.
He moaned and whimpered as he felt Kent’s thrusts. He could feel the burn and stretch of Kent’s hard length inside him, but he loved it. He loved the pain and the humiliation of being used like a cheap little whore. He was a fucktoy, a slave that existed solely for his Master’s amusement and torment. He was worthless, and he knew it. But that didn’t mean he wanted it to stop. No, he wanted this. He needed it. He craved it. And he would beg for it if he had to. He would do anything to have this again.
Finally, when it seemed like Kent had had enough, Tim pulled away as well. He laughed as he looked down at the mess that was Lukas’s face and then gestured towards his cock. “Clean it,” he ordered. Apparently intent on adding to Lukas’s degradation even more, he ran his fingers along his shaft and then held them up to Lukas’s face. “Lick it clean like a good little slave.” He paused. He smeared his fingers over Lukas’s face, apparently uncaring of Lukas’s humiliation and shame. “And make sure you get all of it. If you miss a spot, we’ll have to punish you again. Understand?”
Lukas nodded. He took Tim’s fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. He savored the taste of Tim on his tongue. It tasted good. It tasted like power and ownership. It tasted like the pain and degradation that Lukas loved so much. And he couldn’t get enough.
Finally, when Tim was finished with him, Kent spoke as well. Apparently just as intent on prolonging his slave’s torment, he pulled out of Lukas once more and then stood over him in the water as well. “Now mine,” he ordered, his voice harsh and commanding. “Clean my cock, slave. Show me just how much you love it when I fuck your ass.”
Lukas obeyed. He took Kent’s cock into his mouth and began to lick and suck. He ran his tongue over the head and then down the side of the shaft. He took his time, apparently intent on doing as good a job as he could. He wanted his Master to be pleased with him. He wanted to make him happy.
Finally, after he’d licked every last bit of himself off of Kent’s cock, Kent pulled away. He grabbed Lukas once more and turned him around. He shoved Lukas over in the water and gestured towards Lukas’s ass. “Fuck him,” he said to Tim. Apparently already growing tired of waiting, he stood and watched as Tim moved closer once more. “Fuck him like the worthless little whore he is. Show him who he belongs to.”
Tim did as Kent had said. He moved forward and positioned himself behind Lukas once again. He grabbed Lukas’s waist and then began to work his own cock into Lukas’s already stretched hole. He groaned and then began to fuck Lukas without mercy. He grabbed Lukas's hair and pulled his head back as he pounded into him over and over again.
Finally, just when Lukas thought he couldn’t take anymore, Tim came inside him. He groaned and thrust one last time as he filled Lukas with his release. He held himself there inside Lukas for a moment and then pulled out once more.
Lukas whimpered as he felt Tim’s cum begin to leak out of his abused hole. He could feel it running down the back of his legs, already reminding him of his own worthlessness and degradation. He was a filthy little slut, a whore that existed only to be used by his Masters. He was nothing more than the cum leaking out of his ass and the drool on his face. He was worthless. And it was the most amazing feeling in the world.
Finally, Tim moved away from him. He left Lukas alone in the water to deal with his own degradation and shame. Apparently already tired of Lukas, he made his way back towards the shore and then turned to look at Kent.
“Your turn,” he called over his shoulder. Apparently still eager for his own release, he moved back to let Kent have his fun with Lukas once more. He laughed. “Make him beg for it, just like I did. And when you’re done, make him lick your cock clean again.”
Kent chuckled and then moved forward once more. He grabbed Lukas and turned him over onto his back in the water. He positioned himself between Lukas’s legs and then looked down at him with a cruel smirk.
“Beg,” he ordered harshly. Apparently intent on prolonging Lukas's torment for as long as he could, he ran his gaze over Lukas's naked form. “Beg for it like a good little whore. Prove to me just how desperate you are for my cock in your filthy hole.”
Lukas didn't even hesitate. He spread his legs and presented himself to his Master. Already desperate for whatever his Master would give him, he gazed up at Kent with wide, pleading eyes. “Please.” His voice was desperate as he begged for what he wanted. He could feel his own cock hard and throbbing between his legs. He was desperate for release, but he wouldn't allow himself to have it. Not until his Master gave him permission. He was a slave. He was owned. He belonged to his Master in every way.
“Please fuck me, Master,” he continued. Already on the verge of tears, he writhed and whimpered. He needed this. He needed his Master's cock inside him. He needed to be fucked and used like the worthless slut he was. He needed the pain and the degradation. He needed everything his Master could give him. “Please. I'll be good. I'll do whatever you want. Please, Master. Please let me have your cock.”
Kent laughed. He grabbed his own cock and then slapped Lukas across the face with it. Already intent on adding to Lukas's humiliation and shame, he positioned himself at Lukas's entrance once more. “Beg some more,” he ordered as he began to work himself inside. “Beg like the filthy whore you are. Show me how much you love my cock in your ass.”
Lukas writhed and moaned. He could feel Kent's cock stretching and filling him, and it felt so good. He loved the burn and the pain. He loved that he was being used and degraded by his gorgeous Master. He loved everything about it.
He gazed up at Kent through tear-filled eyes. He begged and pleaded, his voice a desperate sob. “Please fuck me, Master.” He could feel his own climax approaching, and he struggled against it. He wouldn't come without his Master's permission. He couldn't. He was a slave.
He needed release so badly, but he wouldn’t allow himself to have it. He would obey his Master, no matter what. He would wait until he was told to come.
“Please let me feel your cock in me. I need you, Master. I need your cum inside me. Please.” He felt tears run down his face as he begged. He was so desperate for anything his Master would give. He wanted it so badly. He wanted to be good. He wanted to please his Master in every way he could.
Finally, Kent began to move. He pulled out and then thrust back in again, already intent on finding his own release. He grabbed Lukas’s legs and pushed them back against Lukas’s chest. He began to pound into Lukas hard and fast, already determined to come as soon as he could.
Lukas moaned. He could feel every inch of his Master’s thick cock deep inside him. He could feel the ridges and veins of Kent’s shaft as he fucked him without mercy. It felt amazing. It felt better than anything he’d ever experienced before. He wanted more. He wanted his Master’s cum inside him, filling him up. He wanted that more than anything. He wanted it so much he could almost taste it.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Lukas, Kent came inside him as well. He groaned and gave one last thrust. He filled Lukas with his cum, already intent on marking Lukas as his own. He wanted everyone to know that Lukas belonged to him, and this was the perfect way to do it.
Lukas felt his Master’s release inside him. He felt it leak out of his hole and run down the backs of his thighs to join Tim’s. He moaned and writhed against the sensations. It felt so amazing to be marked and owned by his Master like this. He belonged to Kent. He was his Master’s property. He was a toy to be used and discarded when his Master was done with him. And it was all he’d ever wanted.
He was a slave. A piece of meat. A fucktoy.
And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
The two young men used and amused themselves with their slave for the rest of the day. They fucked and tormented him out on the beach for hours. They slapped and kicked him, uncaring of who saw the marks they left behind. They treated him like the worthless piece of shit he was. A slave. A fucktoy. A piece of meat to be used for their amusement and torment.
Finally, in the evening, they all went back inside the chalet once more. Lukas was told to wait just inside the door until he’d dried, and then they all went their separate ways to shower and get dressed again.
The two young men went to shower first. Apparently intent on getting their fun started as soon as possible, they hurried into the bathroom and then closed the door behind them.
Lukas waited, already wondering what they had planned for him this time. He knew they would torment and degrade him. He knew they would hurt him and use him for their own pleasure. And he couldn't wait.
Finally, after a while, the bathroom door opened again. Kent emerged, already dressed in clean clothes and apparently ready for whatever was to come. He glanced at Lukas. “Come on,” he said, his tone mocking and cruel. “You still owe me nineteen euros for your lunch.” He raised his eyebrows. “So go and get the god of pleasure to help you pay your debts.” He laughed. Apparently uncaring of Lukas's own thoughts on the matter, he shoved Lukas towards the bedroom. “And be quick about it. We haven't got all night.”
Lukas hurried into the bedroom to do as he'd been told. He found Tim waiting for him there, and apparently more than ready for whatever would come next. He smirked as he watched Lukas approach him. “Well, well.” He chuckled, apparently already enjoying Lukas's degradation. “Look who it is. The worthless piece of shit who owes my friend so much money.” He paused and ran his gaze over Lukas once more. “And who's come to me to pay his debts.”
He laughed again and then grabbed Lukas by the arm. He pushed him over the side of the bed. “Well then.” He grabbed a belt off the bedside table and then ran it through his hand. “We'd better get started. After all, we've got a lot of money to make. Right, slave?”
Lukas did as Tim said. He leaned over the side of the bed, already eager for whatever his new Master had in store for him. He was a worthless slave, a piece of meat that existed solely for the amusement and torment of his Masters. And that was exactly how he liked it.
Tim ran the belt through his hands once more. Apparently intent on making this as degrading as possible for Lukas, he gestured towards the door that led out into the living room once more. “Call your Owner in here.” His voice was harsh and commanding. Already eager to get started, he ran the belt over Lukas’s bare ass once more. “We can't start without him, now can we?”
Lukas did as he’d been told. He called for Kent and then waited until his Owner joined them in the bedroom. He gazed over at his Owner as he entered the room. He looked so gorgeous like that. So powerful and in control. Lukas shivered at the sight of him. He wanted him. He wanted to feel his strong hands on his skin and his thick cock deep inside him.
He wanted his ownership. He wanted his torment. He wanted everything his Owner had to give.
Tim laughed as he watched them. Apparently amused by Lukas’s desperation, he ran his hand over Lukas’s ass once more. Already intent on tormenting and degrading his friend’s slave even more, he raised the belt in the air. “One euro for every ten strokes,” he said after a moment, his gaze lingering on Lukas’s ass for a moment longer. He chuckled again. “That means you’ve got a total of one hundred and ninety strokes to look forward to.” He laughed. “So let’s get started, shall we?”
Kent moved closer. Apparently eager to watch his friend torment and degrade his slave, he watched as Tim raised the belt once more. “Make sure he counts,” he said after a moment. Apparently intent on humiliating Lukas even more, he looked down to meet Lukas’s gaze. “After all, I want to know just how much he’s paid me when we’re done. Right?”
Tim chuckled and raised the belt. He brought it down on Lukas’s waiting ass. Already intent on causing as much pain as he could, he laughed as he heard Lukas cry out. “One,” he said, his voice mocking and cruel.
Lukas cried out. He could feel the sting and burn of the belt on his skin. It hurt so much, but he loved every second of it. He was a slave, a worthless piece of meat that existed only for his Master’s torment and degradation.
He was nothing. And it was exactly where he belonged.
Tim raised the belt again. He brought it down in the same place as before. Already intent on making this last for as long as possible, he laughed again. “Two,” he said as he heard Lukas scream. “Count them, slave. That’s what whores like you are good for.”
Lukas did as his new Master said. He counted out each blow as it landed on his already sore and aching ass. He cried and whimpered. The belt hurt. It burned and stung as it came down over and over on his flesh. But he didn’t try to escape. He didn’t try to get away or hide. No, he took it. He took the pain and the humiliation. He took everything his new Master gave him. Because he was a slave.
He was owned. And he would do whatever it took to be good.
Finally, after a few moments, Tim stopped. He ran his hand over Lukas's sore and burning ass once more. Chuckling, he leaned in close and spoke into Lukas's ear. “Twenty euros,” he said after a beat. Apparently intent on reminding Lukas of just how worthless he was, he grabbed Lukas by the back of the neck and forced him to stand. He shoved Lukas forward until Lukas was kneeling over the side of the bed once more. Then he climbed onto the bed behind him. “Now it's time to earn the rest.”
Lukas moaned as he felt Tim's cock against his ass. He could feel the head prodding at his hole. It felt so good to be used like this. To be treated like a worthless piece of meat.
Tim grabbed Lukas's hips. He positioned himself at Lukas’s entrance and then began to push inside. He groaned as he felt Lukas’s body give way beneath him. He thrust forward, apparently intent on taking what he wanted.
Lukas groaned too as he felt his new Master’s thick shaft fill him up. It felt amazing to be used like that. To be fucked and humiliated by such a gorgeous man. He was nothing more than a toy to his Masters. A slave that existed solely to be used. And that was how he liked it.
He could feel Tim inside him. He could feel every ridge and vein of Tim's cock as he thrust into Lukas over and over again. It felt so amazing, and Lukas couldn't get enough of it. He wanted this. He wanted Tim's thick cock inside him. He wanted his ownership. He moaned and cried out. Already on the edge, he pushed back to meet Tim thrust for thrust.
Tim laughed. He grabbed Lukas by the hair and pulled his head up off the bed. Already intent on degrading Lukas even more, if that was possible, he leaned forward and spoke into Lukas’s ear once more. “I'll give you a break from the belt.” His voice was cruel and mocking. “But don't think that means I'm being nice.” He laughed again and fucked Lukas even harder. “No, I'm just letting you have a little fun before we start on the rest of your debt. After all, one hundred and ninety hits all at once is a bit much, even for a worthless slut like you.”
Lukas whimpered as he felt Tim’s cock deep inside him once more. It hurt. Tim was fucking him without mercy, apparently intent on getting exactly what he wanted from Lukas’s used body. But Lukas didn't care. He didn't care if it hurt. He loved it. He loved being used and humiliated like this. He loved that Tim was using him for his own pleasure. It was what he was meant to be. A slave. A toy. A piece of meat.
He moaned as Tim fucked him even harder. He could feel Tim’s balls slapping against his skin as Tim pounded into him over and over again. He loved it so much. He loved the feel of Tim inside him. The stretch and burn of Tim’s thick shaft as it filled him up. It was so perfect. So amazing.
He knew he wasn’t supposed to come without permission. Knew he wasn’t allowed to do anything without his Master’s express consent. But he couldn't help it. He couldn’t stop himself. He was going to come whether he wanted to or not. He couldn't stop it. He couldn't control himself. He needed it too badly.
He felt his orgasm building. He tried to fight it, but it was no use. He was too far gone. He couldn’t control it anymore. He came without permission, his cock shooting out cum into the chastity cage he still wore.
The pain was immediate. It burned and throbbed as he came into the cage. But he didn't care. It was worth it. Anything his Master did to him was worth it. He was a slave. He was meant to be hurt and tormented. It was his place in life. To serve his Master. To give him pleasure. To allow him to take whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
He moaned and writhed as he came. He could feel Tim still inside him, still using him for his own needs. But he didn't mind. No, it was perfect. It was exactly what he needed. And he loved every second of it.
Finally, when it seemed like Tim was done with him, Tim pulled out once more. He moved away and then reached for the belt he'd dropped on the bed beside them. “Come on.” He grabbed Lukas and dragged him to his feet once more. Already apparently ready to get back to the matter at hand, he shoved him back out through the door into the living room. “We've still got one hundred and seventy hits to go. So let's get started.”
They returned to the living room and began the torment all over again. Tim used the belt on Lukas ten more times before stopping to fuck him once more. He slapped and punched Lukas as he fucked him, apparently intent on causing as much pain and humiliation as he could.
Finally, once he'd come inside Lukas a second time, they switched. Kent took over with the belt while Tim fucked Lukas again. They took turns. Over and over. The belt and then the fucking. Back and forth until Lukas had paid his debt. Until he was marked and bruised and bleeding. Until he'd been used and humiliated in every way possible. They took everything from him. They took his dignity and his pride. They took his free will. They took it all. And Lukas loved it.
When it was done, they pushed him to the floor at their feet. They forced him to kneel there beside the couch as they relaxed and talked. Apparently intent on keeping Lukas in his place, they slapped and kicked him whenever he so much as moved without their permission.
Finally, they were done with him for the night. They dragged him back to the bedroom and threw him to the floor once more. They ordered him to clean himself up and then sleep. Apparently already exhausted from the day’s torment, they turned away from Lukas and went to sleep.
Lukas did as they’d told him. He cleaned himself up as best he could and then curled up on the floor beside the bed to sleep as well. He closed his eyes. He was so tired. So exhausted. He hurt all over. But it was a good hurt. A hurt that he wouldn't trade for anything.
He drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face. He knew that he would be tormented and degraded again in the morning. He knew his Masters would hurt him. That they would slap and punch him. They would kick and whip him. And he couldn’t wait.
He belonged to them. He was their slave. Their toy. Their property. And he wouldn't have it any other way. He was a piece of meat. Nothing more than the bruises and welts on his skin.
He was nothing. And he was finally exactly where he belonged.
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