The next morning, Lukas woke early. He felt his Masters still asleep in the bed beside him. He shifted on the cold, hard floor and then winced in pain. He hurt everywhere. The welts and bruises from the day before still burned and throbbed. But he didn't mind that. No, he loved it. Every twinge of pain reminded him of where he belonged. Reminded him of the fact that he was a worthless slave. A piece of meat owned by two gorgeous young men.
He shifted once more and then looked over at his Masters, still fast asleep in the bed above him. He ran his gaze over their naked forms. They were so gorgeous. So perfect. He wanted them. He wanted to touch them. To taste them. But he didn't dare. He knew he wasn't allowed to do anything like that without permission. He wasn't even allowed to look at them for too long. After all, he was a slave. A worthless piece of shit that existed only for their torment and amusement.
He felt his cock harden in the chastity cage as he gazed at his Masters. He longed to be allowed to touch himself, to stroke and pleasure his hard and aching length. But he couldn't. No, the cage would prevent that. It would keep him hard and needy. Keep him desperate for his Masters' touch. And that was just the way he liked it.
He gazed at them for a moment longer and then shifted once more on the hard, cold floor. He winced again at the pain but ignored it. He needed to focus. He needed to be ready for anything his Masters had planned for him today.
Finally, after a moment, he heard one of them stir. He looked up in time to see Kent sit up in bed. Kent ran his fingers through his hair and then looked down at Lukas. He sneered as he regarded his slave. “What are you looking at, slave?” He kicked out at Lukas, apparently intent on reminding him of his place. “Did I give you permission to look at me, you worthless piece of shit?”
Lukas lowered his gaze at once. Already eager to prove just how submissive and obedient he could be, he crawled forward on his hands and knees. He lowered his head until it was touching the floor and then spoke. “No, Master.” His voice was soft and pleading. Already intent on showing his devotion to his Master, he remained on the floor at Kent's feet. “Please forgive me, Master. I will never look at you without permission again. I promise.”
Kent chuckled. Apparently already amused by Lukas's eagerness to please, he climbed out of bed. He moved towards Lukas and then kicked him once more. “Of course you won't.” He laughed again. Apparently intent on tormenting his slave even more, he moved into the bathroom and then turned on the shower. “Now get up and make me some coffee. And make sure you do it on your hands and knees, like a good little slave.”
Lukas did as Kent had said. He crawled into the kitchen and began to prepare his Master's coffee. He made it just the way Kent liked and then crawled back into the bedroom to deliver it to his Master.
Kent took the coffee from Lukas and then sat down on the side of the bed. He ran his fingers through Lukas's hair and then gestured towards the bathroom with a nod of his head. “My friend is in the shower.” His voice was mocking and cruel as he spoke. Apparently intent on adding to Lukas's degradation, he ran his fingers over Lukas's face. “Why don't you go and thank him properly for helping you pay your debts?”
Lukas didn't even hesitate. He hurried towards the bathroom, intent on pleasing his Master in any way he could. He wanted to be good. He wanted to show his devotion. He wanted his Masters to know that he belonged to them and that he was grateful for the privilege of being their slave.
He entered the bathroom to find Tim waiting for him. Tim smirked as he watched Lukas approach. He gestured towards his cock with a tilt of his head. Already intent on getting what he wanted out of the situation, he spoke. “Get to work, slave.” His tone was commanding. “Show me just how grateful you are for my help.”
Lukas obeyed at once. He got down on his knees before Tim and began to lick and suck at Tim's cock. He savored the feel of it on his tongue. It tasted so good. It was thick and hard and it filled his mouth so perfectly. He moaned against it as he took Tim deeper. He bobbed his head up and down, apparently intent on giving Tim the best blowjob he could.
Tim groaned as he felt Lukas's warm mouth around his cock. He ran his fingers through Lukas’s hair and then thrust forward. Already intent on using Lukas for his own pleasure, he fucked Lukas's mouth, apparently uncaring of the fact that Lukas couldn't breathe.
Lukas took it. He took Tim's thrusts and the burn in his lungs as Tim fucked his face. He wanted it. He needed it. It was exactly what he deserved. He was a worthless slave. A toy that existed only to bring pleasure to his Masters.
He sucked and licked at Tim's shaft. He took Tim as deep as he could. He gagged and choked around Tim's length, but he didn't stop. No, he kept going. Kept sucking and licking and bobbing his head. He would do anything to please his Master. He would give Tim anything he wanted. He was owned by these gorgeous young men. He was their property. Their plaything. And he wouldn't want it any other way.
Finally, just when it seemed like Tim was about to come, Kent spoke from the doorway. Apparently intent on getting involved as well, he addressed Tim. “Make him beg for it.” His voice was mocking. “Make the worthless slut beg for your cum like the desperate whore he is.”
Tim laughed. Already intent on tormenting Lukas even more, he pulled out of Lukas's mouth. He gestured towards his hard and throbbing cock. “Beg, slave.” He sneered at Lukas. Already intent on humiliating him even further, he spoke again. “Beg for it. And if you're lucky, I might just give it to you.”
Lukas whined. He gazed up at Tim, his eyes wide and pleading. He licked his lips. Already desperate for anything Tim would give him, he spoke. “Please, Master.” He ran his tongue over the head of Tim's cock once more. Savoring the taste of the pre-cum that had gathered there, he continued to beg. “Please let me have it. I'll be good, I promise.” He licked at Tim’s shaft once more, his gaze never leaving Tim’s face. “I'll do anything you want. Please, Master. Please let me taste you.”
Tim chuckled again. Apparently pleased by Lukas's desperation, he ran his fingers through Lukas's soft brown hair once more. He pushed Lukas's head back and then began to thrust into his mouth once again. “Suck,” he ordered. His voice was harsh and commanding. Already intent on taking exactly what he wanted from his slave, he held Lukas's head in place and fucked his mouth again. “Be a good little slut and suck my cock.”
Lukas obeyed. He sucked and licked. He took Tim deep into his mouth, savoring every second he got to spend pleasing his Master. He was a slave, a piece of meat that existed only to give pleasure to his gorgeous young Masters. He belonged to them. Body and soul. And it was exactly where he needed to be.
He ran his hands over Tim's thighs as Tim fucked his mouth. Already desperate for any sort of touch, he moaned against Tim's cock. It felt so good. So perfect. Tim was using him. Tormenting him. Hurting him. And Lukas was loving every second of it. He was finally where he belonged. Finally in the place he was meant to be.
Finally, after what felt like forever to Lukas, Tim came. He thrust into Lukas's mouth one last time and then held himself there as he shot his load down Lukas's throat.
Lukas swallowed. He savored the taste of his Master on his tongue. He swallowed every last drop of Tim's cum. He would not waste a single drop. No, Tim was his Master and Lukas was his slave. It was his duty to do as he was told. To please his Masters in any way that he could.
He pulled back when Tim was finished with him. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then gazed up at his Master once more. “Thank you, Master.” He lowered his gaze once more, already eager to show just how respectful and obedient he could be. “I am honored to have served you.”
Tim laughed again. He ran his hand over Lukas’s cheek. Apparently intent on degrading him even more, he wiped his hand on Lukas’s face. Already covered in Tim’s cum, he smeared it over Lukas’s skin. “You're welcome, slave.” He laughed again, his gaze lingering on Lukas for a moment longer. “And don't forget, you still owe me for helping you yesterday. So I expect you to be extra grateful for the rest of the day. Understand?”
Lukas nodded at once. “Yes, Master.” He gazed up at Tim again, his eyes wide and eager. Already desperate to please, he spoke again. “I will be anything you want me to be, Master. Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it.”
Tim raised his eyebrows. Apparently pleased with Lukas’s devotion, he reached down and ran his fingers over Lukas’s cock. Already intent on adding to his torment, he chuckled. “Good boy,” he said. He gripped Lukas’s cage once more. “And that's exactly what I like to hear.”
Lukas moaned. He could feel his cock straining against the confines of the cage once more. It hurt. But it was the good kind of hurt. The kind of pain and humiliation that Lukas craved so much. He was a slave at the mercy of two gorgeous young men. What more could he ask for?
Tim chuckled again. He reached down and ran a finger over Lukas’s swollen and aching cock once more. Apparently uncaring of Lukas’s obvious torment, he spoke again. “Well then.” He released Lukas and stood back. “Why don't we see if you're as good as you say you are? After all, actions speak louder than words.” He paused and looked over at Kent, who was still watching from the doorway. He chuckled. “What do you think, Kent? Shall we test our slave? Shall we see just how much he's learned?”
Kent smirked. Apparently just as intent on testing Lukas’s devotion as Tim was, he moved forward as well. He looked down at Lukas, already laughing at Lukas’s humiliation. “Of course. After all, we want our slave to be the best he can be.” He laughed again and then looked at Tim. “So what shall we do with him first?”
Tim looked at Lukas once more. Apparently deep in thought, he ran a hand over his chin. Finally, after a moment, his lips turned up in a smirk. “I think we should see just how well he can dance for us.” He raised his eyebrows and then looked over at Kent again. “Don’t you?” He laughed and then gestured at Lukas with a nod of his head. Already obviously amused by Lukas’s desperation, he spoke again. “After all, we both know how much he loves to dance. Right?”
Kent laughed too. Apparently entertained by Lukas’s humiliation, he nodded in agreement. “Yes. That sounds perfect.” He moved forward as well until he was standing beside Tim. He looked down at Lukas and then smiled, his gaze running over Lukas’s naked form. “We'll use the belt. He can dance to the rhythm of it hitting his worthless hide.”
Tim nodded. He reached out and grabbed Lukas by the back of the neck. He dragged Lukas to his feet and then pushed him out through the door into the living room once more. “Come on, slave.” Already apparently eager to get started, he shoved Lukas forward once more. “It's time we had a little fun. So let's dance.”
Lukas followed Tim into the living room. He did as he’d been told. He waited, already eager for whatever torment his Masters had in store for him. He was a slave. He belonged to Kent and Tim. And that’s exactly how he liked it. He existed solely for their amusement. He was nothing more than their toy. A plaything to be used and discarded when they were done.
Tim grabbed the belt off the coffee table. He ran it through his hands and then looked over at Lukas. His eyes lingered on Lukas’s already sore ass. Apparently amused by the bruises already covering Lukas’s skin, he raised the belt and then brought it down across Lukas’s chest instead.
Lukas cried out as he felt the belt come down across his skin. It hurt so much, but he didn’t move away. No, instead, he stood his ground and took it. He took the pain and the humiliation that his Masters so wanted to give him. He was a toy. A slave. He existed only for this.
Tim raised the belt again. He laughed as he watched Lukas prepare himself for the next blow. He brought the belt down once more. This time, across Lukas’s stomach.
Lukas cried out again as he felt the belt hit his skin. He wanted to beg his Masters to stop, but he didn’t. He knew that would only bring him more torment. He was a worthless piece of shit. He deserved this. He deserved the pain and the agony his Masters were so intent on giving him. He deserved to be humiliated and degraded. He was nothing but a slave and it was his place to be tormented by his Masters. To be used as they saw fit.
Tim laughed. Apparently enjoying Lukas’s torment more and more with each passing moment, he struck Lukas again. He brought the belt across Lukas’s upper thighs this time, already intent on covering every inch of Lukas’s skin with the marks of his ownership.
Lukas whimpered. The belt hurt. It burned and stung as it came down over and over again on his already bruised and battered skin. But still he took it. Still he let his Masters torment him. He was a slave after all. This was his purpose.
Kent watched from where he stood beside Tim. Apparently intent on making Lukas’s torment last as long as possible, he spoke. His voice was commanding, his words harsh. “Make him dance,” he said after a moment. Apparently amused by Lukas’s degradation, he chuckled. Already intent on reminding Lukas of his place, he looked down to meet Lukas’s gaze. “He’s supposed to be dancing, not standing there like a worthless lump.”
Tim laughed as well. Apparently entertained by his friend’s words, he raised the belt once more. Already intent on doing as Kent had suggested, he brought the belt down on Lukas’s ass once more. “Dance,” he ordered, his voice mocking and cruel. Already laughing at Lukas's humiliation, he spoke again. “Show us how much of a slut you really are.”
Lukas moved at once. He began to dance for his Masters, already desperate to obey their every command. He twirled and writhed, already trying his best to be as seductive as possible. He knew his Masters would torment him regardless, but that didn’t matter to him. No, what mattered was pleasing his Masters in every way he could. Anything to be good enough for them.
He danced for what felt like hours. He took the sting and burn of the belt every time he missed a step or moved out of rhythm. He felt the pain as it covered his skin in even more welts and bruises. But he didn’t stop. No, instead he took it. Took the agony and the humiliation. He was a slave.
Finally, when Lukas felt as though he couldn’t go on any longer, Tim stopped. He dropped the belt back onto the coffee table and then looked Lukas over once more. Apparently pleased with what he saw, he smirked once more. Already intent on adding one last bit of degradation to Lukas’s torment, he gestured towards Kent. “Why don’t we give him a little reward for being such a good boy?” He chuckled, apparently already knowing exactly what he was going to do. Already intent on making Lukas squirm and whimper, he looked over at Kent. “What do you say? Shall we give him something to really remember us by?”
Kent raised his eyebrows, apparently intrigued. He ran his gaze over Lukas’s body once more and then chuckled as well. Already intent on joining in on his friend’s fun, he moved closer to Lukas too. “Of course.” He looked over at Tim. Already laughing again, he spoke. “After all, good slaves deserve rewards for their obedience. Right, slave?”
Lukas felt his cock strain against the confines of the chastity cage once more. He gazed up at Kent, his eyes wide with desperation. Already eager for anything his Masters would give him, he nodded. “Yes, Master.”
Tim chuckled. He grabbed Lukas by the arm and then dragged him towards the center of the room. He pushed Lukas down onto his knees and then gestured for Kent to join him. Apparently intent on doing something specific to Lukas, he turned back to Lukas. He spoke once more, his tone mocking and cruel as he did. “Since you were such a good boy, we've decided to give you a little present.” He raised his foot and rubbed it against Lukas’s already bruised chest. “We're going to let you suck on our feet. How does that sound, slave?”
Lukas moaned at Tim’s words. He’d always had a bit of a foot fetish. He loved feet. He loved the taste and the smell. He loved the feel of them in his mouth. And the fact that his gorgeous Masters were allowing him to indulge in such a pleasure was more than he could have ever hoped for.
He gazed up at them, his eyes wide. Already desperate for whatever they would give him, he crawled forward on his hands and knees. He took Tim’s foot into his mouth and began to suck. He ran his tongue along the sole and then up over the top. He savored the taste and smell of his Master’s skin as he sucked and licked.
Tim laughed as he felt Lukas begin to suck on his foot. Apparently already amused by Lukas’s obvious desperation, he looked down at his friend’s slave. He sneered. “That’s right, slave. Show us how grateful you are.”
Lukas did as he was told. He sucked on Tim’s foot, already eager to prove his devotion to his Masters. He wanted them to know just how desperate he was to be owned by them. To be their toy. Their plaything. He was nothing without them.
He moved over to Kent when Tim pushed him away. He took Kent’s foot into his mouth as well and began to lick and suck. He moaned against Kent’s skin. It tasted so good. It was salty and sweaty and musky and it tasted like the ownership and power that Lukas loved so much. It tasted like freedom. Like finally being where he belonged.
He sucked and licked at Kent’s foot. He took his time, apparently intent on worshipping every inch of his Master’s foot. He was a slave and this was the least he could do. He was owned by two gorgeous young men and he would do anything to prove his devotion. Anything to show them how much he belonged to them.
Finally, Kent pushed Lukas away as well. He stood up and then looked down at Lukas once more, apparently uncaring of the fact that Lukas was obviously disappointed by the loss. He smirked. “Now it’s time for the second part of your reward.” He gestured towards the couch. “Get up there and wait for us on your hands and knees.”
Lukas didn’t even hesitate. He scrambled to obey at once. Apparently just as desperate as before, if not more so, he hurried over to the couch. He climbed up onto it and then waited on his hands and knees, just as Kent had told him to.
Kent and Tim moved over to stand beside the couch as well. Tim smirked as he regarded Lukas. Apparently intent on tormenting his friend’s slave for as long as possible, he ran his foot over Lukas’s ass. “Well now.” He chuckled and looked up to meet Kent’s gaze once more. Apparently already amused by whatever he was thinking, he raised his eyebrows. Already intent on prolonging Lukas’s torment for as long as he could, he spoke once more. “Shall we give our slave exactly what he wants?”
Kent smirked as well. Apparently just as amused and entertained by Lukas’s desperation as Tim was, he looked down to regard Lukas as well. “Of course.” His voice was mocking and cruel as he spoke. Already intent on tormenting Lukas even more, he chuckled and then looked back up at Tim. “After all, I’m sure he’s dying to feel our cocks in his filthy hole again. Right, slave?”
Lukas shuddered. His cock strained against the confines of the cage even more. He wanted his Masters so badly. He wanted to feel their thick cocks deep inside him. Stretching and filling him up. Using him for their own pleasure. He wanted it so much it hurt. And he knew they could tell.
He looked up to meet Kent’s and Tim’s gazes, already desperate for anything they would give him. Already so turned on he could barely stand it. “Please, Masters.” His voice was a pleading whine. Already on the verge of begging, he shifted on the couch, already trying to present himself to them. “Please fuck me. I need to feel you inside me. Please. I'll be good, I promise.” He gazed up at them again, his eyes already filled with tears. “Please let me have it.”
Kent laughed. Apparently pleased by Lukas’s desperation and devotion, he moved forward. He positioned himself behind Lukas and then began to work his cock into Lukas’s already stretched hole. He groaned as he felt Lukas give way beneath him. Already intent on taking exactly what he wanted from his slave, he began to fuck Lukas without mercy.
Lukas moaned as he felt his gorgeous Master’s cock inside him once again. It felt so good to be used like that. To be taken and owned by such an amazing man. He was Kent’s slave and he was so grateful for it. He was finally where he belonged. Finally where he was meant to be.
He felt his Master fuck him over and over again. He could feel every ridge and vein of Kent’s thick shaft as it stretched and filled him. It felt so amazing and Lukas couldn’t get enough of it. He wanted more. He wanted to be Kent’s forever. He wanted to belong to him. To be owned and used by him.
He felt his own climax approaching, but he held it back. He knew he wasn’t allowed to come without permission and he wouldn’t dare disobey his Master. No, he would wait until he was told. He would wait and he would be good. He would be the perfect slave.
He moaned and whimpered as he felt Kent’s cock deep inside him. It felt so perfect. So amazing. He wanted it to last forever. To stay like this for the rest of his life. Owned and used by a gorgeous young man. It was his dream come true.
Finally, just when it seemed like Kent was done with him, Tim moved forward as well. Apparently intent on getting his turn as well, he grabbed Lukas by the back of his head and dragged him up onto his knees. Already apparently eager to have his fun with Lukas too, he positioned himself in front of Lukas and then began to force his cock down Lukas’s throat.
Lukas took it. He let Tim fuck his face as Kent continued to fuck his ass. He moaned and gagged around Tim’s thick length, already desperate for everything his Masters would give him. It was so perfect. So amazing. Exactly what he’d always wanted. Exactly where he needed to be.
He could feel his cock straining against the cage once more. It hurt. But it was a good hurt. The kind of pain and torment that he loved so much. He was a slave, a piece of meat that existed solely for the pleasure of his Masters. He was nothing. He was owned. And it was the best feeling in the world.
Finally, when it felt like Lukas couldn’t take it anymore, Kent came inside him. He groaned and gave one last thrust as he filled Lukas with his release. He laughed. Already intent on humiliating and degrading Lukas even more, if that was possible, he pulled out and then shoved Lukas back down onto the couch. “Your turn,” he said to Tim with a chuckle.
Tim fucked Lukas’s throat once more. He held Lukas’s head in place as he thrust into his mouth over and over again. Already intent on getting exactly what he wanted out of the situation, he fucked Lukas’s face without mercy, apparently enjoying Lukas’s degradation more and more with each thrust.
Finally, after what felt like forever to Lukas, Tim came as well. He shot his load down Lukas’s throat and then pulled back, already laughing at Lukas’s humiliation. He ran his fingers through Lukas’s soft brown hair and then spoke. “Good boy.” He laughed again and then looked over at Kent as well. “I think he’s earned his reward, don’t you?”
Kent nodded in agreement. Apparently just as pleased as Tim with the way things had gone so far, he looked down at Lukas as well. He chuckled. “Yes.” He ran his fingers over Lukas’s skin as well, his touch gentle in a way that Lukas had never felt before. “Yes, I think he has.”
And with that, they continued. They sucked and fucked Lukas. They hit and whipped him. They slapped and punched him. And they humiliated and degraded him. They used him and tormented him. They reminded him over and over that he was a worthless slave. That he was nothing. That he existed only to serve them. Only to be their plaything. Their toy. Their property.
They did it all afternoon and into the evening. They tormented and humiliated Lukas in every way they could think of. They took turns with him. They shared him back and forth between them. And Lukas loved every second of it.
Finally, when the evening had grown late, they stopped. They made Lukas clean up once more and then ordered him to pack up his things. “It’s time we took you home.” Tim laughed as he spoke.
Kent nodded. Apparently in agreement, he picked up Lukas’s suitcase and then led the way out to his car. They loaded up Lukas’s belongings and then Kent got into the driver’s seat while Tim climbed in beside him.
Lukas climbed into the back seat, apparently uncaring of his nudity as he sat down on the cold leather. He closed his eyes as Kent started the engine. He listened to his Masters as they talked. He listened as they discussed their day and their lives. He listened as they talked about their plans for the future. University. The gym. Whatever else came to mind.
He let them ignore him. He let them talk as if he wasn’t there. After all, that’s what he was. He was nothing. A piece of property owned by these two gorgeous young men. He existed only for their amusement. Only to serve them however they saw fit. It was his place in the world. And he wouldn’t want it any other way.
Finally, once they were done talking, they stopped first at the place Tim lived with his brother, Finn. They dropped Tim off and then continued on to Lukas’s apartment.
Once they arrived at Lukas’s building, Lukas climbed out of the car. He picked up his suitcase and then turned back to his Master. He looked at Kent through the window. Already desperate for even one more taste of his gorgeous young Master, he lowered his gaze. “Thank you for everything, Master.” His voice was pleading and desperate. Already intent on begging for whatever he could get, he shifted from one foot to the other. “May I please have at least one more taste of your cum before you go?”
Kent raised his eyebrows. Apparently intrigued by Lukas’s request, he opened the car door. He climbed out to stand in front of Lukas. Already intent on reminding Lukas of his place, he ran a hand over Lukas’s cheek. “Are you serious?” His eyes bored into Lukas, apparently intent on seeing just how sincere Lukas’s request really was. “Do you really want this?”
Lukas nodded, his desperation obvious as he did. Already so turned on it hurt, he shifted once more on his feet. “Yes, Master.” He gazed into Kent’s eyes, his own filled with desperation and need. “I want it more than anything. Please. May I please taste you again before you go?” He paused for a moment and then continued. “I promise I'll be good. I'll do anything you want if you'll just give me a little taste of you before you leave.”
Kent ran a finger along Lukas’s bottom lip. Apparently deep in thought, he regarded Lukas for a moment longer. Finally, he sighed. “Very well.” His voice was low and serious. Already intent on proving just how in control of the situation he really was, he gestured to Lukas’s suitcase. “But first put your things away.”
Lukas obeyed at once. He hurried up to his apartment and then returned just as quickly. Apparently uncaring of his still naked state, he stopped in front of Kent. He gazed up at him. “I’m ready, Master. Please use me however you want.”
Kent chuckled. Apparently amused by Lukas’s eagerness, he ran a hand through Lukas’s hair once more. “I'm going to ask you one more time.” His voice was serious. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
Lukas nodded again. Already sure, he spoke, his voice desperate. “Yes, Master. I want to be yours. Please let me serve you. I'll do anything.”
Kent paused. Apparently still not sure of Lukas’s sincerity, he looked him over once more. Finally, after a moment, he raised his gaze to meet Lukas’s once again. “Are you prepared for the consequences? Are you prepared to live the rest of your life as a slave to a sadist? Is that really what you want?”
Lukas didn’t hesitate. He nodded once more, already sure. Already desperate to belong to his gorgeous young Master. “Yes, Master,” he replied, his voice already filled with determination. “I'm ready for anything you want to give me. I'm ready to be your slave. Please let me have it. Please let me belong to you.”
Kent chuckled again. Apparently already intent on proving his control, he looked Lukas over once more. His gaze ran from Lukas’s eyes all the way down his body to his naked feet and then back up again. Finally, once he’d had his fill, he stepped back. “Not now.” Already turning away from Lukas, he opened his car door and then climbed back inside. Already starting the engine once more, he called out to Lukas. “Now get out of here before someone sees you. And get inside already. I don't want anyone else seeing what belongs to me.”
Lukas whined. Apparently intent on reminding his Master of his request, he took a step forward. Already desperate for at least one last taste of his gorgeous young Master before he left, he spoke again. “But Master,” he whined, “I thought I would at least get to taste you one more time before you left?”
Kent laughed again. Apparently already used to Lukas’s desperate begging, he shook his head. Already backing out of his parking space, he called out to Lukas one last time. “I said not now.” His tone left no room for argument. Already intent on putting an end to Lukas’s pleading, he drove away, leaving Lukas to hurry back up to his apartment, already longing for even one small taste of his Master’s cum.
Once inside his apartment, Lukas couldn't think of anything other than the taste of his Masters on his tongue. He couldn't stop thinking about the feel of their hands on him. The burn of the belt across his skin. The humiliation and degradation.
He touched himself as he thought of them. He stroked and fingered his hole, pretending it was his Masters doing it to him. But no matter what he did, he couldn't come. The cage would prevent that. It would keep him hard and needy. Desperate for the touch of his Masters.
He wanted them. He wanted them so much. But he knew it would be days before he saw them again. Days before he got to feel their hands on him again. Before he got to taste them again. And it was torture.
He ached to be used by them. To be spanked and whipped and beaten. To be called names and treated like dirt. He was their slave. Their piece of meat. Their property. And he would do anything to prove that to them.
Finally, the next morning, it was Monday. He got up as he always did and went off to work. He wore his normal clothes, a pair of tight jeans and a t-shirt, but he didn't bother to cover the marks on his skin, at least not completely. After all, his Masters had put them there and he wanted the world to know. He wanted everyone to know that he was owned. That he belonged to someone else. That he was a slave. But that didn't mean he was eager to share the fact that he belonged to a sadist with the world, so he did cover his collar with a shirt.
The day passed slowly. Lukas did his job as he always did, but his mind was on other things. He could think only of his Masters. Of the pain and humiliation they gave him. Of the pleasure they made him feel. He loved it so much. Loved the way they made him ache and throb with need. Loved the way they degraded and humiliated him. He belonged to them. Body and soul. And he wouldn't want it any other way. He was a slave.
Finally, his shift ended. He returned home and waited. He waited for his Master to come back for him. To take him and use him again. He was so excited by the thought of it. So turned on. He stripped off his clothes, already eager to present himself to his Master however his Master wanted. He would do anything. Give anything.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, he heard a knock on the door. He hurried to answer it. His heart beat faster as he saw his Master standing there, already waiting for him.
Kent stepped inside without a word. He moved into the apartment and then turned to look at Lukas. He had just come from the gym, Lukas could tell. He could smell the sweat and musk on him. It drove him wild. Made his cock throb and ache with need. He wanted his Master so badly. He wanted him more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life.
Kent smirked at Lukas's obvious desperation. Apparently already amused by his slave's eagerness, he closed the distance between them. He ran a hand over Lukas's cheek. Already intent on degrading him even more, he spoke. His voice was gruff and commanding. “I need you to clean my shoes, slave. Do you think you can do that for me?” He laughed. Apparently intent on adding to Lukas's humiliation as much as he could, he ran his foot over Lukas's already naked body. “I just came from the gym and I don't have time to do it before I go home.”
Lukas didn't hesitate. Already intent on doing anything his Master wanted, he got down on his knees in front of Kent. Already eager to prove his devotion, he licked at Kent's shoes. He savored the taste and the smell of them. They tasted like his Master. Like the feet he'd tasted the day before. Like sweat and musk and everything Lukas craved so much.
He licked and sucked at the leather. He took his time. He made sure to clean every inch of them. To get them perfect for his Master. Anything to please him. Anything to prove just how much he belonged to him.
Finally, once he was done, he looked up at Kent again. Already desperate to prove how much he was enjoying himself, he smiled. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of Kent that lingered there. “Thank you, Master,” he said. His voice was already filled with gratitude and devotion. “I am honored to have served you.”
Kent laughed. Apparently already pleased by Lukas's obedience, he reached down and ran his fingers through Lukas's hair once more. Already intent on reminding Lukas just who was in control, he smirked again. Already mocking Lukas's devotion, he spoke. “Of course you are.” He let go of Lukas once more and then turned to leave. “And don't forget to be ready for me tomorrow night. I have something special planned for you.”
Lukas shuddered at his Master's words. Already so turned on he could barely stand it, he gazed after his Master as Kent left once more. He wanted him. He wanted to feel him inside him again. To feel him using him for his own pleasure. He wanted to be hurt and humiliated and degraded by his gorgeous young Master.
He couldn't wait until the next night. Couldn't wait to be used and tormented by the man he loved so much. The man he would do anything for. Anything at all.
The next evening, Lukas waited once more. He was naked, of course, just as he was supposed to be. His cage was still on as well, preventing him from touching himself. Preventing him from coming without permission.
Finally, Kent came. He entered the apartment without a word and then dropped a bag of his dirty clothes and socks on the floor. He looked down at Lukas, already laughing at his slave's obvious desperation. “Wash these.” His voice was commanding and harsh. Already intent on making sure Lukas knew who was in charge, he ran a foot over Lukas once more. “And make sure you have them done by tomorrow night. That's when I'll be back to pick them up.”
Lukas did as he was told. He spent the rest of the night washing and ironing his Master's clothes. He breathed in the smell of his socks. Savored the scent of his Master. It was the only thing he had to tide him over until his Master came for him again. But it was enough. He would do whatever it took to please his Master.
The next night, Kent returned once more. He came into the apartment without a word. Already intent on getting to the matter at hand, he moved towards Lukas. He grabbed Lukas and then pulled him up onto his feet beside him. He ran a hand over the clothes he’d washed and ironed. Apparently checking to make sure they were up to his standards, he let go of Lukas and then looked him over once more as well. “Very well,” he said after a moment. Already intent on reminding Lukas exactly who was in charge of the situation, he shoved Lukas back down onto his knees. “You may lick my shoes again.”
Lukas obeyed. He got down on his hands and knees and then began to lick and suck at Kent’s shoes once more. He took his time, apparently intent on making them perfect for his Master.
Kent let him. Apparently enjoying the feel of his slave’s warm tongue on his skin, he stood and watched Lukas work. He ran his fingers through Lukas’s hair and then chuckled. Already apparently amused by Lukas’s obvious desperation, he spoke once more. “Good boy.” He paused and then pulled his foot away. Apparently intent on moving on to something else, he turned towards the door once more. “Now be a good slave and be ready for me when I come back tomorrow night.”
Lukas whimpered. Apparently intent on getting at least one small bit of pleasure before his Master left, he crawled after Kent. He grabbed at Kent’s foot and then began to suck on his toes. Already desperate for any bit of his Master he could get, he whined and pleaded. “Please, Master. Can I please keep a pair of your dirty socks? Please. I need to smell you. Please.”
Kent laughed again. Apparently not at all surprised by Lukas’s desperate pleas, he kicked his slave away. Already intent on leaving, he turned back to the door. “No.” He spoke without looking back. Apparently already uncaring of Lukas’s torment, he left once more.
Lukas whimpered again as he watched his Master leave. He was so desperate. He needed his Master so much it hurt. But he wouldn't touch himself. No, he belonged to Kent. His body was no longer his own. It belonged to his Master. He was owned by a gorgeous young man. A sadist who enjoyed causing pain and humiliation. And he couldn't be happier.
Half an hour later Kent came back. He used the spare key Lukas had given him to get into the apartment. He carried an old pair of trainers in his hand. He moved inside and then went over to the wall unit in the living room. He pushed the contents of the shelf to the floor and placed the shoes there instead. He turned to Lukas. His smirk was arrogant as he spoke. “This will be your boss until I get back.” He gestured to the shoes. Already laughing at Lukas’s obvious desperation and arousal, he looked him in the eye. “Make sure you treat him with the reverence he deserves.” With that he turned on his heel and left once more.
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Lukas obeyed his Master. He knelt in front of the shoes all night. He licked and sucked them. He worshipped them like they were a part of his Master. After all, they were. They were all he had of his gorgeous Master and he would take care of them. He would treat them with reverence and respect. He would worship them.
The next day, he stayed home from work. He had to. After all, he had a very important job to do. He had to worship his Master’s shoes. So he did. He spent the entire day kneeling in front of them. Licking and sucking them. Pretending they were his Master.
Finally, when the day was over, Kent returned once more. Apparently pleased with the way Lukas had taken care of his shoes, he smirked. Already intent on adding to his slave’s humiliation once again, he laughed. “I see you’ve done a good job taking care of my shoes for me.” He paused, apparently already intent on tormenting Lukas even more. “So I’ve decided to give you a reward. How would you like that?”
Lukas gazed up at his Master. Already desperate for whatever Kent would give him, he shifted on his knees. Apparently eager to show his devotion and gratitude, he spoke, his voice filled with excitement and desperation. “Anything, Master,” he promised. “I’ll do anything you want. Please give me my reward.”
Kent laughed again. He grabbed Lukas by the arm and pulled him to his feet. Apparently already intent on getting to the task at hand, he began to pull Lukas towards the bedroom. He stopped only once they were inside. He pushed Lukas down onto the bed and then held him there. He leaned in close. His breath was warm against Lukas’s skin. Already intent on driving his slave wild with need, he spoke, his lips only millimeters from Lukas’s ear. “I’ve decided to let you taste my cum again. But this time, you’ll be getting it straight from the source.”
Lukas moaned. His cock throbbed against the cage. He was so hard it hurt. He wanted his Master inside him so badly he could barely stand it. He needed to feel his Master’s cum filling him up. He needed it so badly.
Kent pulled back. He gazed down at Lukas for a moment before speaking once more. “Get on the floor, slave,” he ordered. “It’s time you earned that reward of yours.”
Lukas obeyed at once. He slid off the bed and got down onto the floor. He knelt there, already desperate to please his gorgeous Master in any way he could. He was nothing. A worthless slave owned by a sadist. And he was grateful for it.
Kent stood in front of Lukas. Apparently intent on giving Lukas exactly what he craved, he began to stroke his own cock. Already rock hard, he ran his fingers over the thick length. Already eager for whatever his Master would give him, Lukas leaned forward. Already desperate to taste his Master’s cock, he stuck out his tongue.
Kent chuckled. Apparently intent on prolonging Lukas’s agony as long as he could, he pulled his cock away. Already amused by the look of desperate disappointment on Lukas’s face, he began to turn away. Already laughing again, he spoke over his shoulder. “Not now, slave.” His voice was mocking and cruel. Apparently intent on reminding Lukas of his place, he continued. “After all, I'm sure you remember that good slaves don’t come without permission. Right?”
Lukas nodded. His desperation and need were obvious as he shifted on the floor once more. Already desperate for his Master’s attention, he spoke. Already pleading and begging for whatever he could get from Kent, he whined. “Yes, Master,” he replied. His voice shook with desperation. Already so aroused he could barely speak, he continued to plead. “Please let me taste you again. Please, Master.” He crawled forward, apparently already intent on trying to get whatever he could from his Master. “Please give me a reward for being good.”
Kent turned back around. Apparently amused by his slave’s desperate pleading, he chuckled. Already intent on tormenting him even more, he held out his foot once more. Already laughing at the desperation in Lukas’s eyes, he spoke again. “Since you were such a good boy, I think I'll give you a little taste of me after all.” He laughed again and then shoved his foot towards Lukas once more. Apparently intent on tormenting his slave even more, he ordered Lukas to begin licking. “Clean my foot, slave. And if you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll let you suck my cock this time.”
Lukas obeyed without hesitation. He began to lick at his Master’s foot. He savored the salty taste and musky smell. He wanted more. He wanted his gorgeous Master so badly it hurt.
Finally, after he’d finished licking Kent’s foot, Kent held out the other one. Apparently intent on making Lukas work for what he wanted, he laughed. Already amused by his slave’s desperation, he spoke again. His tone was mocking and cruel as he did. “Go on, slave,” he said, apparently intent on degrading Lukas even more with his words. “Clean this one too.”
Lukas took Kent’s other foot into his mouth as well. He licked and sucked. He savored every inch of it. The taste and smell of Kent’s skin drove him wild with desire. He moaned against Kent’s foot as he continued to lick and worship his Master’s skin.
Finally, just when it seemed like Kent was satisfied, he pulled his foot away from Lukas. Apparently already intent on giving his slave what he’d promised him, he positioned himself in front of Lukas instead. Already stroking his cock once more, he looked down to meet Lukas’s gaze. Apparently uncaring of the fact that Lukas was practically drooling in his desperation, he spoke once again. His voice was low and commanding as he gave Lukas his next order. “Now lick,” he said as he held out his cock to Lukas. “And if you’re a good boy I’ll even let you suck it.”
Lukas leaned in at once. His tongue darted out to taste the thick cock in front of him. He licked along the length of it, savoring every inch. It was perfect. It tasted so good. So salty and musky. So perfect and delicious. Just what he’d always wanted.
He moaned as he tasted his Master’s cock. He wanted more of it. He wanted all of it. He wanted to take it into his mouth and suck. He wanted to make his Master feel good. Wanted to give him pleasure in any way he could.
Finally, just when Lukas thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Kent allowed him to suck on his cock. Apparently intent on seeing how far he could push his slave, he held Lukas’s head in place and then began to thrust into his mouth without mercy. He groaned as he felt Lukas give way beneath him. Already intent on taking exactly what he wanted from his slave, he spoke once again, his voice filled with lust and need. “That’s right, slave. Suck your Master’s cock.”
Lukas obeyed of course. He sucked and licked and savored his Master’s thick length. It tasted so perfect. So amazing. He could feel the heat and hardness of it against his tongue. He could taste the salty tang of precum as it dripped from the tip.
He wanted more. He was desperate for more. He wanted it all. Wanted all of his Master. He belonged to Kent. He was his slave. His property. His toy. His plaything. He was nothing without him. And he loved every second of it.
Finally, after what felt like forever, Kent pulled away once more. Apparently intent on ending the torment for now, he shoved Lukas to the floor. Apparently uncaring of Lukas’s obvious disappointment, he spoke once more. His voice was still gruff and commanding. Already intent on proving his control over the situation, he ordered Lukas out of his sight. “That’s enough for today, slave,” he said with a chuckle. “I have somewhere to be tonight. But I want you naked and waiting for me when I get back.”
And with that, he turned to leave once more. He walked out of the bedroom, apparently already expecting Lukas to obey him without question. And Lukas did. He waited all night. Naked and desperate. Already aching for the feel of his gorgeous Master’s cock inside him once again. He wanted it. He wanted it so badly. And he knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he got exactly what he wanted. Exactly what he needed. His Master. His owner. His sadist.
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