Punishable by Act

Waking up I find myself out of my sleep sack and left completely nude on the bed. The room is still completely dark and silent. How long have I been asleep? For what feels like a lifetime I await my masters return. Has he forgotten that I needed to get back home before my wife got too worried? Or has it truthfully only been an hour or so?

Finally master opens the door to his dungeon and begins to approach me with a tray of what seems to be tiny instruments that you might see at the Dentist or during a surgery. He approaches me and I begin to realize he’s wearing some sort of harness. When he reaches me he says nothing for a few moments, but smiles widely.

“When I finally installed those hoses to release knock out gas in the entire room, making you dumbass slaves my torture toy became so much easier.” He stated.
I immediately began to panic, “wart the fuck!?” I screamed through my ballgag.
“When you faggots rest I have enough time to conclude my research successfully. A married man. To a woman, ha! No kids so at least you won’t miss their childhood. And you even live in secret as a homosexual.” Master began, “Don’t worry, I told your wife you were sent to a medical facility as a terrible cancer cell caused you to have a seizure at work. I informed her of your critical condition and that you won’t be released from the hospital for at least a few months… If we are successful in our research.”

A medical facility, but this guy couldn’t possibly even have a doctorate degree to pull that kind of thing off… Or could he? That would explain how he afforded this dungeon at such a young age, I guess… But still, why go through all that trouble when I want more. I want to service him. In fact I was ready to do so every day after work for several hours. He stated he was okay with that, so why go through all that trouble?

“I’m willing to bet you’re even asking yourself how, and why. Yeah, I see that look boy. It’s simple really. I am a legal doctor in several states. I even have an office located in several cities. But my dungeons usually contain the supplies… Why is also easy. As I stated earlier I turn you men into torture toys.” He paused for a minute to let that sink in. “Now! Onto how the rest of this morning will go!” He states as he begins clearing off what appears to be an examination table. It looked like it was designed to adjust the person in it to meet limitless amounts of positions. He then pulls out medical restraints and sets them up. He then grabs a mask and places it over my face.

Before I have time to react I find myself already on the examination table covered in restraints from my neck to my ankles, leaving me entirely motionless even when it came to squirms. I found Master right over me in what appeared to be examination disposable gloves. He appeared to be gently touching my body. Finding any spot that caused a reaction. Once he realized I was awake he informed me that my gag has been removed, but that I should remain quiet if I know what’s good for me.

I immediately began screaming for help, which was a mistake. A shock pulsed through my neck so strong it caused me to scream in pain long enough to learn there was no talking during this piece of torture. I looked at my master in disgust, it only seemed to amuse him.

“Most of you react the same way. As if someone would come help you in the middle of nowhere. I mean, look around you. This dungeon isn’t the same as the one you were in last night. No, far bigger! You might be pleased to know you aren’t the only captive here. Well, there’s one other. He of course is in a straightjacket in a room full of padding. He became a sexual torture addict that no other master wanted. I keep him here for when my trainees get too… Well I guess you could say they fight too hard against this.”

Master wastes no time examining me. After awhile longer he makes notes and then releases me and quickly restrains my arms to the ceiling and my legs to some posts coming out of the floor. These restraints are steal making things feel heavy. Master then began to place nipple clamps on me as well as ball clamps. He then attached them to each other and then placed a mask over my head with a zipper over the mouth piece. “Scream as loud as you’d like. Nobody will come to save you.” He stated before beginning to gently tickle me. Every squirm caused my nipples and balls to be pulled at. I wasted no time screaming and begging for someone to help.

After awhile of tickle torture the clamps were whipped off causing an even more intense burning sensation on my nipples and balls. Master just chuckled as he picked up the clamps and began rubbing his dick through his leather pants. He started walking toward a stand and asked if I liked the cell located right next to it. “It’ll be your new room for awhile. No bed, but at least you have a comfortable concrete floor and wall to lean against.” It looked as if it could be a prison cell without any beds. “There is no way you expect me to sleep in that.” I state through my mask. Master approached me and held a giant smile. “Once you get tired enough, you’ll learn to sleep wherever I put you. I have a slave that sleeps in a box that goes under my bed every night, and he’s never once complained.” He stated while examining my eyes carefully to determine how feared I was. “But I assume you will be. Which is fine, if you couldn’t tell by now, I enjoy dishing out punishments to disobedient boys!”

He then walks over to a cupboard that displays several whips. “Eh. Not really feeling like a whip will do…” His eyes wonder the dungeon but then it seems an idea fills his head and he runs upstairs. The door at the top seems to be a heavy steal door with several locks. Probably to ensure no slave down here could escape easily. I begin searching for a window but only find what looks to be devices for fucking and milking, more demonic torturing devices that I’m not entirely sure of their purpose, several tables, beds, crosses, and other places to be chained up, and what seemed to be a closet full of gear. No sight of a window appeared, is this dungeon underground? And why did my sir run upstairs to get a device to punish me? What’s up there?

Several minutes pass and the door opens again. Master approaches me and directs my eyes to his crotch area which now seems to showcase a throbbing cock inside the leather pants. “What are you going to do to me?” I ask, unsure of how severe he might get. He looks at my body carefully before speaking. “I guess you’re about to find out.” He grabs a needle and injects it into my neck. “This is a paralyzing medication. You should start feeling pretty weak soon, but it will keep you awake.” He begins to release my restraints and I immediately hit the floor. “Why are you doing this.” I asked feeling completely helpless. The master was silent as he picked me up and began to strap me into a straightjacket. In the most serious tone he then began to state, “You know the best part about how much power I have is that I only have it because you willingly gave it to me.” Without allowing me any time to respond he slipped an open-mouth gag into my mouth.

He then approaches me with what looks to be a large metal dildo attached to an e-stim device. “No boy has ever been able to take this entire dildo without screaming so loud anyone in the room needed ear muffs. I love the max setting!” Without any warning the head and several inches of the dildo was shoved in my mouth. He then laughs and begins to rub his crotch in excitement as he watched the fear build into my eyes. “Your ass will get it too, if you earn it.” Before turning the electrocution on he makes sure the dildo is shoved as deep as I could possibly take it without gagging. He laughs evilly and wastes no time cranking the electricity on. Immediately I scream and gag in pain. Tears roll down my eyes as I can’t even fight and am forced to watch how I now have no way to escape this man. After several minutes he finally turned the electrocution off and pulled the dildo out. Somehow managing to rub against my erect penis. The one part of my body that I somehow cannot stop from begging for more… Why…

“Oh fuck you even like this you sick fuck!” Master states as if he was in complete shock by my boner. “Most fags struggle to become erect during that, even with enhancers. Good to know you already uncontrollably love the pain!” Master seemed extremely pleased by this find, as I felt extremely scared as to how much pain my body will take because it makes me so horny. “I think you should be rewarded. I’ve never been so turned on by a slave during his first real training session. He carries me to a metal chair with a hole where my ass is to provide easy access as well as two metal plates to force my head to stay straight. My arms are unbound from my jacket and are placed on the arm rests to be restrained. Master then places what looks to be a latex vacuum type milker on me. “This has been so enhanced that it will continuously lube your cock whenever it senses more is needed. It also has several helpful settings. ‘Milk-Easy’ ‘Milk-Torture’ ‘Edge’, and even has timers so I can set it to switch modes. I’m going to place it on edge while I prepare you and take care of my runs.” He then places a ass fucking machine up as well as a mouth fucking machine. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back in about 15 hours to close you off.” He states as he leaves the room.

I learned very quickly how accurate the devices sensors were as they’d constantly provide the most amazing blowjob until my load was right at the head before suddenly a dildo would shove so deep into my hole as my balls become tightly squeezed causing my load to go back down. For what felt like the longest wait ever I suffered, but suddenly a new face appeared. He was dressed as if he were a nurse. He set up an I.V. Bag and for the most part remained quiet, until just before leaving, “The doctor said he wanted you to know nutrients and other hormonal drugs will be placed into this bag during the course of his absence. You should start to feel your balls feel full and find it intensely frustrating every time you are denied loads soon.”

Another hour passed as I questioned what was honestly happening. I constantly felt my balls enlarge and in fact some edges started to feel irritating. Continuously throughout the day the nurse would return. I suddenly became very angry with him demanding he stop and release me. He just continued to stay silent. Eventually my dick felt like it was going to explode if I wasn’t able to cum and the master finally returned. At this point I was so angered I yelled and cussed at him through the dildo in my mouth. “Milk-Torture time!” Everything began to feel aggressive and rough but so good all at the same time. I finally shot my first load and it was the largest and messiest I ever felt come out of me. It looked like a gallon of cum leaked all over the concrete floor. I couldn’t help but to feel relieved.

“Now for my favorite part! I’ll return in about an hour.” The milker did not stop there. My throbbing and sensitive cock was brought to shoot two more gigantic loads as well as cause me intense pain from being milked so rough before master finally returned. He releases me and I look down in shame. My cock was shredded from the torture. Master then placed a chastity device on my cock. “Two weeks to heal boy.” He states as he walks me to my sell and chains my neck, arms, and legs in a crunched up position against the cold wall. “But I have a feeling you’ll make an amazing torture toy.” He says as he walks away.

I ponder what more torture I could endure. I still have the uncontrollable urge to beg for more but my cock hurts too much to receive any pleasure from it at all. While I like the pain it isn’t safe for me here. I need to find my escape. Is there even one for a man like me? A few hours pass and just before I passed out from the humiliation the dungeon door opened. A new man approaches the cage in what looks like a butler type uniform. “Allow me to properly introduce myself…” He began in a soft almost soothing tone. “Master calls me 'X’. I was his first kept.”

“Kept?” I asked, even though I believe I already knew the answer.
“His first slave, yes. 5 years coming. How we met isn’t important. I just clean and set things up. Occasionally he’ll allow me to take part in his slaves, or he’ll use us both. Tomorrow you’ll experience this.”
“But I’m to be caged for at least two weeks!”
X laughed, “Your dick. Mine, however…” He begins to pull down his pants to showcase his 10 inch cock. “But don’t worry. My primary goal is cleanup, and you won’t be taking this just yet…” He laughs as he approaches my cum from earlier and licks it up with his tongue. He moans.
“What the fuck…”
“With how hot you are I knew your load would be tasty but damn.” He says as he licks his lips. “Anyway…” He says as he unlocks my cage, then leaves to grab some medications. When he returns he has a bucket of water and the pills. “You can trust me. These will take away your pain and help you sleep.”

I stare at him in shock as I just have found my way out. I don’t deny the medication or water for that matter and gulp half of the bucket without hesitation. X laughs again then pulls it away.

“Tomorrow we’ll show you the other slave here.” He says as he adjusts me to be more comfortable. “I don’t know what master has told you about him, but… His slave name is P for Pain.”
“You all have letters…”
“Master is a simple and kind man if you follow the rules. I’m called X because…” He turns to the wooden X in the room. “There’s a more intense one he got just because I loved them.”

Before long of talking with X I passed out. I had learned that he isn’t fully a sub any more and actually tops with master, as well as helps with the medical side of things. X is a bit older then master and has more supposed kindness in his experiments then the mans arms I fell into. And while X is more submissive and is a servant to this man they had been discussing the possibility of me being X’s first boy, and with that I might have a lot of sessions with him during my training.