Taken

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

I sat on the bed feeling nervous.

So far I had been assessed and measured and then tied down and forced to submit to anal sex so these people could ‘break me in’ and create a video to show to potential clients. I had been taken by my Master as a training exercise and again because he liked the look of me.

I existed in a state of confusion that was fuelled by my nerves. My head was a total mess. Rationally I was being held captive, raped, and sold as a sex toy to any pervert who wanted me. I had been beaten and burned and instructed to submit or suffer extreme consequences. I should hate everything about what was happening. I should resist, fight, scream.

But I just couldn't.

I hated myself for getting turned on by the sex. Even that first time when I was tied down and forced I had got hard and it made my balls tingle. Sex with Master had been good and I had wanted it. And deep down I knew I had fantasised about being held down and taken, especially by older men. And practically, it seemed that I wasn't being beaten for no reason. I just had to be a ‘good boy’. If I could do that, I would be rewarded.

There were other upsides too. I had no chores. No studying either. I got a room upgrade and a TV to myself. These things should not have mattered, but after a life of beatings and nothing for myself, they did. And Master was kind to me, mostly. And he praised me and made me feel like I was sexy and wanted. And that mattered more than anything. I had never felt wanted in my life.

Now I had to spend time with my first client. I understood that they would all be different and all have different way of satisfying their sexual desires. I understood that my job was to satisfy them no matter what, with emphasis on the ‘no matter what’.

I was at the point where I believed I could probably take being fucked. It wasn’t as painful as I thought it would be and I was sure I would get used to it quickly, maybe even enjoy it sometimes. I didn't want to be taken hard or roughly as I just didn’t think I was ready for that. From the porn I had been instructed to watch and the discussions with Master, there were lots of things that I might be asked to do other than fuck. The unknown frightened me more than anything, I was scared of being subject to pain. I still had a sore mark on my face. It was fading, but it was still tender.

I had been given a pair of baggy grey shorts with an elasticated waistband and a baggy white t-shirt to wear. Master had told me that different clients would want me to wear different things. I had asked if I could keep the clothes and he told me no. He told me that clothing was a privilege and that I would remain naked when not with a client. I had been a bit disappointed in that as I still felt shy when I had nothing to wear. Underneath my shorts I had a pair of tight-fitting briefs. They had geometric shapes in lots of different primary colours and they looked like little boy’s underpants.

I didn’t have any more time to dwell on my situation. The door opened and a older man came into the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind him. He looked maybe 50 years old with wild light brown hair and a bushy beard. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt like mine and he was a little overweight but not much. He looked at me sitting on the bed, his eyes hungry. He kicked off a battered old pair of sneakers and came to sit beside me. He was like a big bear next to me.

I was very clear that I must not speak unless I was spoken to, so I remained quiet. I was also instructed to show respect, so I lowered my eyes when he looked at me. I was trying my best to be confident but I was literally shaking with nerves and I guessed I looked pale.

The man rubbed my back. “There there” he said as if he was comforting a child. “Let’s get you tucked into bed” he said. He took my shoulders gently and pushed me onto my back, then he took my legs and placed them up on the bed too so that I was sideways onto him.

“Now, we can't go to bed in our clothes, can we?” He said in that same voice. “Let’s take that t-shirt off”. He took the hem of the t-shirt and slowly pushed it up to my middle, exposing my stomach and the start of my rib cage. He took both of his hands and gently rubbed my skin, using his thumb to circle my navel and tracing my ribs with his fingers. He pushed the t-shirt up some more, until it was bunched up under my armpits. He caressed my nipples with a thumb and forefinger, and pushed his hand under the fabric to touch my shoulders.

“Arms up” he said and I stretched my arms above my head. He grabbed the t-shirt and pulled it off me and then ran his hands down my arms to my armpits. I only had the smallest amount of hair under my arms and he took delight in touching it with his fingers. It tickled me and I flinched.
“There there” he said again. “We just need to check you over before you go to sleep. I’m sorry if that tickles”. He continued to move his hands over my naked torso, touching wherever he desired. He got to the top of my chest and used three or four fingers to caress the side of my neck, gently touching my earlobes with his thumb and forefinger and then moving to my lips. He pressed his forefinger to my lips and pushed a little. I let my mouth go slack so that he could insert his finger. He softly probed around, feeling my gums and my teeth and then stroking my tongue. I began to suck on his finger. I guessed that was what he wanted.

“Good boy” he said. He withdrew his finger. He took one of my arms and folded it across my chest and then took my other hand and he inserted my own thumb into my mouth. He brushed his hand across my forehead and used his fingers to smooth back my fringe. “You suck on that thumb while I take these other things off” he said.

He moved his hands down to my waist, his warm palms pressed to my skin. His hands were getting sweaty now. He moved his hands to my hips and pushed my shorts down. My underpants were tight so they stayed up.

He moved my legs so that my knees were bent and he collected the shorts and took them all way down my legs to my ankles where he left them. Then he very gently opened my knees and let my legs fall open, my ankles still together and tangled in the shorts. My underpants and small bulge was now on display for him.

With even sweatier hands he brushed up and down my legs. I had almost completely hairless legs and he seemed to delight in the smoothness of them. He gradually made his way up, over my calves, my knees, and to my thighs. He spent long minutes just rubbing back and forth on the skin of my inner thighs.

Very slowly and very delicately he moved his hands to the small bulge in my little boy underpants. With one hand he caressed where my scrotum was and then rubbed along my hardening penis. He moved his hand back down again between my legs, pushing a finger down behind my scrotum to rub my anus through the fabric of the underwear.

Finally he was ready. “Let’s take these old things off” he said, his voice now almost a whisper. His sexual excitement was making him husky. He took the waistband between thumb and fingers and slowly pulled them down. He exposed my penis, pulling the elastic up and over my erection. He paused there to grab a handful of my cock and balls, softly rubbing the whole area. Then he picked the waistband again and pulled them down further to mid-thigh. He paused again, grabbed my private parts again and with both hands he thoroughly explored the area. He lifted my scrotum and touched the place just before my anus, rubbing very gently and making my cock pulse. He touched the end of my penis with one finger, touching the tiny bead of pre-cum that had formed there and rubbing it around. He took my whole penis in his hand and pulled back my foreskin exposing the head of my cock.

“Let’s just put these to one side shall we?” He said. He quickly removed my underpants and shorts and took hold of the t-shirt that was still above my head on the bed. The shorts and t-shirt he dropped to the floor but he placed the underwear into my hand, the one where I was sucking my thumb.

“You use that as we we don’t have your blanket” he said and he smoothed my hair again.

He gently pulled my body to move me onto my side facing him. He curled my legs up and had me grab my knees with my free hand before running his down the length of my back to my naked bottom. He caressed my buttocks for a long time, gradually getting closer and closer to my anus.

“I think we just need to check your temperature now, don’t we” he asked. I just nodded a little, hardly moving at all and not sure he really meant for me to answer.

He dribbled spit into his cupped fingers and smeared the mess onto my anus. He smoothed it around my hole, finally rubbing right in the middle and almost pushing hard enough to put his finger in me. He dribbled into his fingers again and this time he pushed the dribbled inside me using a single middle finger. He pushed right into me, his finger straight and unmoving. He did this again until I had his saliva running down my buttocks.

“Hmmmm” he said. “I can’t quite tell. I might have to use a bigger thermometer”. He moved his hand to my face and, with my thumb still in my mouth he inserted the finger that had been in my bottom.

“Does that taste nice?” He asked. Again I wasn't sure he really expected me to answer. He seemed to be talking quietly just to himself. I closed my eyes and just made a gentle “hhmmmm” noise.

“Good boy” he said and he took his finger away.

He stood and removed his T-shirt and his shorts. He had no underwear and his small cock was standing right up to attention. He was hairy all over. He got back up onto the bed and shuffled to where my bottom was exposed. Once again he let his saliva dribble into his fingers and he refreshed the mess around my entrance. He inserted his finger again, then a second. He twisted and turned them, lubricating my hole and opening me up for what was to come.

So far this experience had been ok. Just laying here and being touched was alright if a bit creepy. I hadn’t enjoyed it when he put his finger inside me as it felt like I was being probed, however I was enjoying him fingering me now. There was more movement and more lubrication so it felt good. It was soft and sexy and could feel myself relaxing into it. All of that was helping me control my nerves but I knew he was going to fuck me, so I still had butterflies.

He removed his finger and shuffled forward on his knees in a low crouching position. I was still on my side, my legs pulled up as I hugged my knees and sucked hard on my thumb. He guided his stiff cock to my entrance and began to push inside me. It was a small cock and my hole was now wet and sticky, so his head started to push into me easily. I was still new to this, so despite his small size it still took a bit of effort to push his cock head past my sphincter. He shuffled a little further forward and with both hands he spread my buttocks. This was enough to spread my ass open and his cock moved forward into me.

I groaned a little, caught somewhere between the nice feeling, still new to me, of a cock being pushed into me and the tightness of my ring and the stinging sensation of being stretched wide open. He was soothing though. He leaned over and placed his two fingers into my mouth for me to suck clean.

“There, you suckle on these while I check everything down here” he said. He began rocking backwards and forwards, pushing his cock further into me.

After several minutes of firm but gentle fucking in this sideways position he removed his penis, letting it slide slowly out of me. He manoeuvred me again so that I was on my front, my arms tucked up by my sides. “Let’s just spread those legs shall we?” He said and I moved my legs apart for him. “There’s a good boy. Nearly done now”. He lay down on top of me, his big hairy body almost crushing me. He reached down with one hand and guided his penis back into my hole and he pushed with all his strength. It went in easily this time as I was already stretched out.

Now he really fucked me, thrusting hard into me. He was still making soothing noises and saying things like “don’t worry, almost done” as he clenched his buttocks and thrust his hips at me. He little cock was shoved in right to the base and I could feel his balls at my ass.

He picked up speed and he stopped talking. He was breathing heavily now. Soon he was panting as he pushed in a strong, steady rhythm, squashing me under his weight. Then his pace slowed but his thrusts were deeper. His pushed hard a few times trying to delve as deeply as he possibly could and then suddenly he pulled his cock out and shot his spunk over my ass cheeks and around my hole. He knelt up behind me, panting heavily and sweating so that his hair was matting on his back and chest.

He rubbed his cum into my buttocks and pushed some of it into my hole. He pulled me back into a ball on my side and caressed my body again with his hands. Finally he straddled my head, his hairy cock, balls, and ass in my face. He jammed his semi-hard cock into my mouth. “There we are” he said. “All done now. Just a little bit of medicine”. I dutifully sucked him clean as his cock got softer and softer. It was fairly clean, so it was okay. I’d done a good job of cleaning myself out. When he’d got his breath back and he’d had enough, he pulled out of me and placed my thumb back in my mouth.

He shuffled off the bed and pulled on his shorts and T-shirt before reaching over me to stroke my arms and my buttocks. “There’s a good boy” he said. “You rest there now and not a word to anyone”. He reach over and inserted just the tips of his fingers into my bottom, which felt nice. He closed his eyes and made a satisfied “mmm mmm sound” before pulling them away. He wiped his hand on the sheets, pulled a blanked over me, and then left.

I lay there breathing hard and sweating. My heart was racing. I took my thumb out of my mouth and moved my hand down to check my bottom. My hole felt hot and sticky but thankfully not really sore. I needed to check that my hole wasn't stuck open. I wasn't yet used to how everything should feel after sex and right now it felt like I was gaping wide again. I was also paranoid about bleeding after what Master had said. I was nervous as I reached back. Every part of my body was flooded with relief to find everything was ok down there and that my hole was actually all closed up.

I lay there for a while just breathing and calming down. I had conquered my first client and it was relatively pain-free. The more I lay there reliving it, the better it seemed. I had enjoyed being touched, although the client was clearly a bit creepy. When he fucked me it was ok. It wasn’t great like it had been with Master, but it was still good. I was smiling to myself now, my sense of relief giving way to elation. I sat up. I figured I should shower and get myself ready for my second client this evening. As I showered I relived the session and wondered if I could have done anything differently to make the sex better for me. I concluded that I was still inexperienced and that my extreme nervousness had prevented me from experimenting. I wondered how much I could experiment, how much I could get away with.

After I had showered and wrapped myself in a big bath towel I returned to my room to find Master sitting on the bed. He looked up from something he was reading as I walked in. I stood up straight and waited to be spoken to.

There was a pause as he assessed me, looking me up and down. “Well done.” He said and I smiled. “You have satisfied your first client. More than satisfied actually, he said you were excellent. That’s rare for this client.”

I remained quiet, not certain that I should speak yet. Master seemed pleased that I was holding my tongue. “How was it for you? It’s ok. You can answer” he said.

“It was.....fine” I answered. “I didn’t think it was difficult, Master.” I thought for a moment, then added. “I think if I were to do that again, I could do better.” I said that with confidence.

Master nodded understanding and his smile broadened. “That is good. He was not a very difficult client but believe me when I say he is difficult to please. You did well in anticipating his needs. I am pleased you remained entirely subservient throughout.”

There was no question, so I dared not speak. He nodded again almost as if he was testing me, trying provoke me to speak out of turn. “Good” he said simply. “Well done. Your next client will be along this evening. You may watch TV until then.”

He got up and left, taking his papers with him. My heart skipped a little at his praise. I was desperate to please him and to keep myself out of trouble. I was also quite pleased with myself. I had been taken again, but I had handled it and done a good job. As I thought back on it, I enjoyed it more than I didn’t. Maybe I was gay after all. I was beginning to be pretty sure about that.

Now I could sit and watch some TV and forget about everything for a while.

----———
All too soon it was evening. Master came into my room, switched off the TV and pushed the trolley back to the wall. He unscrewed the top of one of the iron bed posts and slotted a long metal pole into it.

“I’m going to give you some information about this client,” he said. “So pay close attention. I shouldn’t give you advance knowledge but you have done very well and I think you’ve earned it.”

I smiled, but I found myself growing nervous again at the thought of having to please another client.

“This is called a whipping post. You will stand naked, facing the post, and I will hook your hands up there” he gestured to a hook high up the post. I already did not like the sound of this. I was to be hooked up to a whipping post? I knew I had gone pale.

“Listen and focus” Master said pointedly. “This client has some requirements that you are not going to like, I guess. He is going to whip you, but you need to focus on the fact that it will sting in the moment, but it will soon be over and you will have no permanent marking. It’s not the kind of whipping that will cut your skin or hurt for a long time. Do you understand?”

My eyes were wide. My head was stuck on the word “whip” and I couldn't get past it.

“Boy, pay attention!” Master said sternly. I snapped out of it with a ‘yes Master’ and listened.

“He likes to watch and to be in command. Remember that. Remember the rules.” He looked at my face and saw how pale I was. “Can you do that for me, boy?” He asked. His question was in a softer tone that made me want to. I thought about it for a few seconds.

“Yes Master.” I said, my voice slightly shaky. “I can do this, Master..... and thank you Master”.

He called me over, had me hand him my towel and raise my hands. He linked my wrist cuffs together and hooked them high up onto the post so that I was almost on tiptoes.

“Your client will be along in a few minutes. Remember the rules” he said as he scooped up my towel and started to leave. “Oh..... ensure that your towels are returned to the bathroom when you are dry after your showers” he said. “You may only wear what you are provided and I will not have you spending all day in a towel. You are nude for a reason. It’s not cold. You understand?”

“Yes, Master” I said. I was disappointed. Master was removing the only thing I could cover myself with. Now I would have to remain naked all through the day unless he gave me something specific to wear. I wasn't used to that yet. I still found it embarrassing. He looked me over before reaching around and cupping my bottom with his big, warm, rough hand. “You’ll be ok” he said quietly.

Master left me there for what seemed like ages, nude and secured to the post. My arms were beginning to ache from being hooked up and I knew my feet and calf muscles would be aching soon too. I shuffled about trying to give myself a bit more room, but the wrist cuffs would not go any further up my arm and the chain I was attached to had no slack. I’d just have to stand here on the balls of my feet and hope for the best.

The door opened and two men walked in. They closed the door behind them. One was another old, fat, hairy man while the other was young, maybe in his thirties but it was hard to tell. The younger man was dressed in black leather gear that was tight fitting. He had hooks and straps everywhere and a collar around his neck like a dog. He was also wearing a leather mask that covered most of his face except his mouth and chin and cut-outs for his eyes. The other guy was much older, wearing loose grubby trousers and an old shirt. The younger guy was carrying a small holdall which he handed to the older man.

I was immediately nervous again. Two people. And what looked like bondage gear. And the word ‘whip’ repeating over and over in my mind. I tried to focus on Master, and my breathing.

“Eat him out” the older man said. Immediately the young man got on his knees and spread my ass cheeks with his hands. He buried his face in my crack and began to lick my anus, spreading saliva all around the area and pushing his tongue as far into my passage as he could. I tried to push my bottom out a little bit while balancing on tiptoes. It felt nice and I wanted to give him the best angle. It was a quick start!

A couple of minutes went by with the older man walking around me and watching everything intently. The guy in leather had his tongue right inside me, wiggling it around and causing me to moan softly with pleasure. With no warning the older guy instructed the other man to “Stop. Fuck him”. His voice was calm. The young guy unzipped a patch in the front of his leather pants and took out his cock. He played with it for a few seconds and slapped it on my bottom before ploughing it straight into me. I was ready for it, but I still winced as he thrust right up inside me in one go. It wasn’t really painful because he wasn’t that big, but it was uncomfortable in this position and I wished he had taken it a bit more slowly. My anus was stinging with the force of his first thrust but there was no time to adjust as he fucked me in quick, shallow strokes. I tried to take deep breaths and let it happen.

The older man was assembling something. I couldn't quite see as I was facing away from him, his younger friend ploughing into my rectum. I was getting hot and sweaty from trying to stay on the balls of my feet while the man pushed into me. It took a lot of effort.

“Cease” the older man said. The young man took his cock out of me right away, leaving me breathless. I quickly forgot the soreness in my ass as I experienced a sharp whipping sensation on my back. The man had a long flexible handle with lots of long leather strands coming out of the end like a big tassel. He was using it to whip me. The second whip stung badly and I cried out. The third was worse and I squealed.

The man stopped. “No noise” he said, before he unloaded another hit, this time high on my buttocks. I couldn't help but make a noise. I was scared and it stung.

The man stopped again and shook his head. “Eat him” he said and again the other man came to lick and tongue my anus while the older man went to find something in his bag. Going from being 'eaten' to being fucked, then whipped, and back to eaten was a rollercoaster of sensations. Master was right though, the stinging from the whip was already fading.

The man came back in less than a minute with a new device. It was a big red ball that he inserted into my mouth, with a strap that he fastened around my head. I bit down on the ball and tried hard not to gag with it in my mouth. “No noise” the man repeated. I nodded.

“Cease” came the command and the young man slipped his tongue from inside me. That was shortly followed by another round of whipping. Each lash stung a little bit more, and if he hit me twice in the same place it hurt more. I wasn't able to stay quiet. I wasn’t used to such things and it felt like it was doing more damage than it really was. My cries were muffled by the ball gag. I found it actually helped to cry out.

The man stopped and gestured to his younger colleague. “Fuck again”. The man got up from the floor and shoved his cock into me again and began pumping backward and forwards. The changes in sensation were hard to keep track of.

“Cease” came the command and the younger man pulled out and sat back down on the floor. The older man came to inspect me. He touched me all over paying special attention to the areas he had whipped. I was expecting my skin to be sore to the touch and was surprised when his touch felt almost normal. The areas felt hot, but the stinging wore off very quickly after each whip.

“Bottom” he said, apparently to me. I assumed he wanted me to stick out my bottom, so I complied, pushing it as far out as I possibly could. He immediately began to spank me with his hand. He alternated between cheeks, administering a light but sharp smack each time. I could felt my bottom getting hot and I knew it was red.

When he had smacked and slapped enough, he took the handle of the whip and inserted it into my ass. It felt like a small dildo. “Hold” he instructed, and I clenched my muscles so that the whip would not fall out of me. He spanked my bottom a few more times and then gently ran his hands over the area as if soothing it. He made a few kind of cooing noises which I took to mean he liked my ass, and then he stopped and stepped back from me.

By this time my shoulders and legs were burning with the effort of standing like this and I was struggling. Sweat was beading on my forehead and starting to run down my face. There was no rest though as on command the younger man came back to put his penis inside me again.

The older man took his cock out. It was hard. He played with himself and rubbed it on my skin while the other guy rocked back and forth in me. He smeared his pre-cum over my leg.

“Cease” he said eventually. My ass was sore now and I desperately wanted to be unhooked.

“The tunnel” he commanded and the younger man took something from the bag and presented it to the other man who in turn approached me. He held up a short stubby dildo-shaped object for me to see. It went thin at one end and then flared outward while the other was tapered so that it could be inserted. He turned it around and I could see that it was hollow, like a tube. He stepped behind me and began to feed it into my ass. He wasn’t gentle, he just shoved it up me until it was in position. The flared end kept it from going in all the way and the thinner section meant it could be held in place. It was quite fat for my little ass and it was holding my anus stretched open.

The older man gestured to the younger. “Unhook”.

I was unhooked by the younger man and I collapsed to the floor, temporarily not able to support my weight. It did not seem to matter though. “Crawl here” the older man said. He was sitting in the armchair, his cock still hanging out.

I crawled to him, my arms still bound together in front of me.

“Suck” he commanded. I took him in my mouth and began to suck him. He grabbed my hair and regularly pulled my head up and down on his cock, forcing me to take him right to the back of my throat. I was just about managing it without gagging too much.

He gestured to the other man again. “Blow and lick” he commanded. The younger man came behind me and starting to blow into the tube lodged in my ass. It was a strange but incredible feeling and I was hard almost instantly. He played with my balls too and his hands were surprisingly delicate. He also licked my ass around where the tube was inserted, and he licked my balls too.

I continued to suck, my head being forced down regularly on the cock. It was getting harder to take him in the throat as I wasn’t in control and I had gagged a few times. Saliva was drooling from my mouth in thick strands and falling into his lap as a result. He didn’t appear to be bothered by it.

“Whip” the man said. I knew he did not mean the command for me as he continued to hold onto my hair and push me down. The younger man stopped blowing into my open hole and started to use the whip on my ass. He was more gentle but it still stung.

The man pushed down heavily on the back of my head, forcing his cock deep into my throat once and for all. I gagged and choked but I could not move as he thrust his hips up a few times. His cock head, slick with my saliva and mucus, flexed in my throat until he came on the fourth thrust. I could feel the cum being shot down my gullet and I gagged again as he removed his cock. He made a “mmmmmhhmmmmm” sound as his cock slid from my mouth.

“Cease” the man said, and the stinging whipping stopped.

I was red faced now with tears streaming down my cheeks from having gagged so much. The man went to stand and pulled me up by my hair. He practically dragged me across the room, out into the hallway and into the bathroom. He pushed me into the shower cubicle so that I was down on my hands and knees, my head down by the drain hole and my ass sticking up behind me.

“Bottom” he said. I lifted my ass high and kept my head low, arching my back too. “Head right down”. I complied. He grabbed me by the tunnel dildo and positioned me, my ass right up and my head right down.

The man adjusted his grip on his penis and began to urinate on me. He adjusted his aim so that his stream went into the hole in the tube that was sticking out of my bottom. I could feel warm piss streaming into me and filling me up. I was disgusted and felt ashamed.

The man put his cock away and called for his friend. “Tunnel.” He said and the younger man yanked the dildo-tube from me, leaving my rectum full of urine.

“Fuck and come” the man said. The younger man got on his knees and shoved his cock back into me. As he fucked me hard he sent sprays of piss from my ass all over the shower and the bathroom. Finally he just sort of came with no warning, sending his cum to mix with the liquids already inside me. He withdrew his cock, leaving juices flowing from my gaping hole. The floor of the shower was dirty with urine and other mess from my ass.

I started to get up but the man kicked me. “Remain until i have gone!” he said loudly. I returned to my position, with my head down and my ass in the air, the stink of his piss in my nostrils.

The younger guy said “please sir” in a weasel voice. The older man must have nodded or something because the next thing I knew the younger man was relieving himself on me. His hot piss splashed on my buttocks and across my back. I was again revolted by this behaviour and the fact that his piss was soothing where I had been whipped didn't make it any easier to bear.

The urination stopped and the two men left the bathroom to collect their things. I didn’t move until I could hear their footsteps going back down the stairs, then I shakily got to my feet.

I rushed to the toilet to empty my bowels. I felt like being sick, but I wasn’t. The bathroom floor was covered in piss and there was mess from my ass around the bottom of the shower cubicle. I was wet and covered in piss and needed to clean my ass.

For the second time today I reached back. My ass seemed to have closed up again but I was sore now. I was surprised that my legs, ass and lower back weren't more painful to the touch, but they actually felt more or less ok. By twisting myself I could see that the area that had been whipped was a hot red colour. I couldn’t see my back or bottom, just some parts of my legs.

At the point I was checking myself, Master appeared at the door. “Well done for the second time today” he said. He glanced around the bathroom and at me, frowning. “Hmm, follow me” he said. He took me down to the bathroom on the first floor. My old bathroom. He told me to shower and that he would wait for me to finish to escort me back to my room. I did as I was told and by the time we returned upstairs, my little bathroom was clean and my bedroom had been returned to normal.

I sat on top of the bed, naked once again. Master had gone downstairs to do something, telling me he would be back in a few minutes. I reflected on what had just happened. First of all, I was amazed that I felt ok. I actually felt quite invigorated, like I was on some kind of adrenaline rush. I hated being pissed on, but it hadn't hurt me and I wasn't going to die from touching someone else’s piss. I had loved the way the older man had looked at me and touched me, though. I was starting to really like how the body I used to think I was cursed with, with its lack of muscle definition or body hair, was turning these men on and making them crazy for me.

“How was that client?” Master asked from the doorway. “You may speak freely”.

I hesitated slightly, trying to think how to respond. “It..... I.....” I stammered. “I hope I was able to satisfy the client, Master” I said, my chin held high. I was struggling to admit out loud that I was enjoying at least some of this stuff.

Master nodded. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at me. “Good” he said. “I can confirm that the client left very happy with your services. Very happy. That’s two clients who have been delighted with your services today. I am impressed.” He said. “It’s not often the first clients are so satisfied. Especially clients who have such..... such specialised needs. Once again you have done well.” I gave a little smile. I was pleased that Master was happy with me.

“Turn around and bend over the bed” Master said. I did as instructed but I went cold. I wasn't ready for more, not even from Master.

Master knelt down and inspected me. He touched my anus and pulled my hole open with his thumbs, which hurt and made me wince. He gently touched my bottom and back where I had been whipped. He went to the side to fetch the medicine. He rubbed a tiny amount across my bottom and then dripped some onto my anus, which he worked in with his finger. I squirmed a little until he told him to “hold still”. He replaced the bottle on the dresser and told me to stand.

“You are a little sore, yes?” He asked.

I nodded and added “master”.

“Hmm ok. To be expected. You’re still getting used to being taken daily and you were very soft to start with. I will leave you alone tonight to recover. You will feel well enough in the morning. The redness from the whip will have gone by tomorrow. There are no permanent marks. The client is well versed in how to use a cat-o-nine-tails without leaving lasting marks. He was only playing”.

“Yes, master” I said. I was a bit sad that I wouldn’t see Master tonight. I kicked myself for being so needy.

Master seemed happy as he left. I lay on the bed face down allowing the ointment to work without being rubbed off on the sheets. Reflecting on the day, I thought I had done well.

I’d have to wait and see what tomorrow had in store for me. I dozed off and skipped dinner.  It was so tired. 

to be continued.......