Sam's Suffering

I was given a break after a while, allowed to rest on the ground so my circulation could reset. Not fully rest, as Master took the opportunity to add electrodes to my abs and test it out. The electro forced my abs to contract painfully. Master grins at me and inverts me once again, shocking me thoroughly for a good while. I bite onto my gag, drooling uncontrollably. My abs contract on their own doing involuntary crunches upside down.

“Hot, boy! Moan for your Master.”

I moan into my gag while Master plays with his cock. This lasts for a good while until I feel myself getting lightheaded. 

Master lets me down again, undoing my bindings.

“Well done, Slave. You have one more torment to endure before your infraction is forgiven.”

Master undoes my belt, my pants, stripping me to my jock and boots. I am bound again this time with my wrists behind me. My restraints are tethered to the pulley above, forcing my body down and my arms up in an awful strappado. It’s manageable at first…until it isn’t.

“You didn’t think that would be it, did you?”

Master applies a ball stretcher to me and weights. I groan.

“That’s more appropriate isn’t it, Sam? Hurting yet?”

“Mmmhmm.” I whimper. “MMM!”

A rush of cold meets my backside. Master inserts something ice cold and hard into my ass.

“Part Two.”

I feel the electricity surge through my hole. Over several hours, it builds in intensity, feeling both wonderful and awful. My thighs shake, I’m unable to focus on any one sensation. I’m overwhelmed. I’m exhausted. I’m extremely hard. 

Master Brad squeezes my balls in his hand.”Okay Boy. The sun will come up soon, but Master needs a rest. Tomorrow afternoon we begin your slave training, that’s enough for now.”

“Yesh Mashter!” 

My cock hardens in Master’s hand as he slaps my balls. He hits me harder. I drip.

“Hmm. No. One more hour where i beat your cock and balls, Slave.”

“Yesh Mashter.”

Master Brad grabs his crop and beats my cock and balls around. I whimper and groan. My cock and balls swell and turn red. I love every second of it. 

“More, pleash Mashter!”

“Fuck, Boy.” 

WHACK. He gets me hard on my right nut, continuing to assault it in particular. I bite down and scream.

Master comes around my back side ripping out the electric plug, lubing his cock up, and stuffing my ass with it.

“You are not allowed to cum. This is for my enjoyment.”

“Yesh Mashter!”

Master Brad fucks me hard, slapping my cock around with his gloved hand all the while. I feel like a piece of meat and my orgasm builds. I fight it back with a whimper.

“Nnngh Mashter! I’m tryin’ noft to com.”

“Do not cum, Boy. I will leave you to sleep in this position.”

I breathe deeply, focusing not on how good Master’s cock feels pounding my guts, but on how honored I am to receive Master’s cock. His enjoyment of my body.

“Fuck, Sam!” Master bursts inside me, I let out a sigh of relief having passed this test. I needed a win. I’ve lost a few tests already and I want more than anything to be a good slave. 

Master Brad, frees me from my bindings, my shoulders and hamstrings scream in pain as I use them to stand up.

“Well done, Slave. You’ve earned a some rest.”

“Fank you, Mashter.”

I am dressed back in my pants, confusing me. 

Time for bed.

Master attaches rope bindings to the posts of the bed while I watch confused. They’re a little high.

“You’re sleeping with me in my bed, but you see Master needs some space.”

I am bound to the bed posts, facing down towards the bed. I am scared, this seems an awful way to rest, but also surprised at my Master’s ingenuity. My boots are bound to the foot end and my wrists are bound to the head end. For a last bit of support, Master ties a piece of rope around the back of my belt and attaches that to the ceiling. The support is poor, but better than without the belt tie. I struggle, trying to get comfortable.

Master Brad dresses out of his leathers and climbs in bed underneath me.

“Comfy?”

I shake my head.

“That’s not my problem. Maybe once you’re better trained I can keep you in a cage.”

Master Brad kisses my cheek.

“God you look gorgeous, Sam.”

“Fank you, Mashter.” I hold back drool as best I can.

“Get some rest. Tomorrow will require much of you. Night.”

The lights go off and I groan and struggle. The light is dim but I notice Master grinning as I moan. It’s a long “night,” but I manage to get a little rest.

SIZZ

I Groan into my gag as I am literally shocked awake by Master dragging the violet wand on my abs.

“Wakey wakey. Training Day.” Master Brad kisses me. “So sweaty. Smell like a man. Wanna come down, Boy?”

“Mmmhmm.” I respond.

Master attaches clamps to my nipples. I groan.

“Well I’ll let you down after I’ve made breakfast. Sit tight for me.” 

Master flicks my clamps a couple times to force a moan out of me before I hear a rustling behind me. My body sinks suddenly and I squeal. Master removes the support  rope from my belt, forcing my limbs to carry the entirety of my weight. I tighten my core to support myself. I am very fit, but I have my limits and I am concerned.

 Master leaves me to endure a while. He takes his time. I hear him taking phone calls, singing as he sips his coffee, and makes breakfast. I recognize quickly that he wants to exhaust me and I groan into my gag, sweating through my pants. My belly temples when Master finally returns to me, I hear the clank of a dish being placed on the desk.

“Hungry, Boy?” Master turns my face to him.

“Yesh, Master.”

“You will be fed. I promise to take care of you. However, it would be a shame to waste perfectly good bondage, don’t you think?”

“Yesh, Mashter…” I whimper. 

Master Brad cuts off my pants, sliding off my belt and beating my ass with its thick leather strap. I scream.

“This is my ass now, Boy. Not yours. It will always remain whipped and red.”

“Yesh Mashter.”

Master beats my ass hard. I cry, whimpering. I do not beg for mercy, I know I do not have a right to end my pain. But I wish to be let down and catch my breath. I drool uncontrollably from my gag and bite down to ease my suffering a little. After a while it becomes less awful. Less scary. My cock hardens. 

“There we are, Boy. Master will breed you before we begin your training.”

“Yesh Mashter.”

His cock slides between my cheeks easily and I am fucked for a while. I breathe into it, bouncing in my bonds and enjoying pleasuring my Master. 

Master shudders and groans. I feel his warm cum fill me up as he continues to fuck me.

“Mashter I gonna cum!”

SLAP.

“No. Not today, Boy.”

Master slaps my cock and pulls out of me. I hear him rummage through some gear and return.

“Ugh fuck!”

Cold metal fills my ass. It's a fairly large toy now sealing his cum inside me.

“Good Boy. Now…”

Master undoes my bondage, keeping the leather restraints around my wrists and ankles and lowering me to the bed. My muscles scream and I weep. Master moves my limbs around to get the blood flowing and then brings me back to the center of the room, my gag is lowered.

“Eat.”

A bowl of scrambled eggs are tossed on the floor. I drop to my knees and eat it, hands behind back.

“The slave is showing off now. Come here.”

I am pulled back to my feet. My ball gag is reinserted. 

“You will now learn some positions. When I say One, you will stand shoulder width apart, hands behind your head, ready for attention. One.”

I get into position.

“Good job, but easy. Two will be familiar to you in your earlier life, you man whore that you were. Doggy style essentially. You will be presenting your ass for use. Two.”

I drop into position Two.

“Well done. Now…”

I relax my posture. 

SMACK

“No. You do not leave the position until Master tells you. You will receive thirty minutes of additional punishment at the end of the night for this mistake.”

“Yesh Mashter. Shorry Mashter.”

I return into position.

“Now is the fun bit. Three will have you on your knees facing outward, your body leaning back and balancing on your hands. This will present your cock, balls, and abs for torment. Three.”

I get into position. This one Master seems to enjoy. He sits down and watches me for a while. Soreness sets in a bit and I whimper. 

“Good slave.” Master approaches me, grabs my wrists, and locks my wrist and ankle restraints together. I panic, moaning.

Master goes to his desk, opens his laptop, and answers some e-mails. I remain in this position for a long time. Hours. Having muscles makes this task easier, but I can’t help but feel I am being tortured this way because of the way I look. Master Brad likes my body, and he loves to see me suffer because of it. Regardless of my physique, pain sets in quickly and I moan into my gag, wishing to be set free.  I struggle against my bonds. I could not leave this position if I tried other than falling over. I try to enter my subspace and before I know it, I notice the sun has gone down, yet Master instead turns to me, grabs a box of some sort with a wire, and attaches it to my butt plug. 

He turns a dial and I feel my insides light up, my inner ass muscles contracting uncontrollably. I scream, my abs drip sweat, and I really shake in my bonds.

“Oh Sam. If you only knew how gorgeous you look when you’re in pain.”

He turns the dial up and fries my ass harder.