The First Night of Training
The playroom smelled of bleach, leather, and the faint metallic tang of the new titanium collar.
Mark stopped in the center of the thick black rubber mat, the chain leash taut in his gloved fist.
“Present.”
Ethan dropped instantly (knees splayed wide, back arched hard, shaved head bowed, hands clasped behind his neck, caged cock dripping onto the rubber, freshly fisted hole winking open in the red light).
Mark circled him slowly, bootsteps deliberate, letting the silence stretch until Ethan’s breath came in shallow, reverent pants.
He stopped behind him, placed one boot between Ethan’s spread knees, and spoke like a priest delivering commandments.
“These are the rules that will govern every heartbeat for the rest of your life. Listen with your whole body. There will be no negotiation, no revision, no escape.”
He recited them slowly, letting each one land like a brand:
- Body
“Every inch of skin, every hole, every drop of blood, piss, cum, and shit is my property. You will be kept shaved smooth from the eyes down. Your cock stays caged or milked at my whim. Your cunt will be plugged, fisted, or fucked whenever I decide. Permanent changes (brands, welds, piercings, removal of anything I deem useless) happen when I say.” - Mind
“Daily hypnosis. Triggers deepen every session until my voice lives in your bones. You will keep a gratitude journal on your knees every night, thanking me for every use, every punishment, every breath. Your only self-worth is the phrase ‘Good boy’ from my mouth.” - Speech & Movement
“Inside this house you crawl unless you are carrying something for me.
You speak only when spoken to or when you must say ‘Thank you, Master’ or ‘I love you, Master.’
You bark once for yes, twice for no.
Your posture is perfect at all times (chest out, shaved head high, pride in surrender).” - Waste
“You piss only in bowls, outside on the grass, or straight from my cock.
You shit only when I allow, where I allow (often into a bowl you will then clean with your tongue). Twice weekly you will eat directly from my body (chew, swallow, thank me). The first of every month you will hold a full 24-hour load in a hollow plug and release in front of me and whoever I invite, then lick the bowl spotless.” - Sex & Service
“Your orgasms are mine. Most will be ruined, denied, or milked prostatically into your food bowl. You will serve any man, woman, or group I choose (any hole, any act, any time). Your cunt will learn to take my fist to the elbow within thirty days.
You will prolapse on command and thank me for the privilege.” - Love & Punishment
- “I will love you, protect you, and use you brutally every single day. Pain is either correction or gift (never random). The only safeword is ‘Master, I’m scared.’ Say it and I stop, hold you, fix it. Everything else you take with gratitude.”
Mark produced the contract (heavy cream paper, already signed in bold black ink by him).
He held it in front of Ethan’s wet eyes.
“Read the last line aloud.”
Ethan’s voice shook, but it rang clear:
“i surrender everything i am and everything i will ever be to Master Mark, freely, completely, and forever.”
Mark laid the contract on the small steel table, placed a pen beside it.
“Sign.”
Ethan crawled forward, took the pen in trembling fingers, and wrote in small, worshipful cursive:
pup ethan
The second the ink dried, Mark fisted the titanium collar and dragged Ethan’s head back.
“Time to seal it.”
He shoved Ethan forward onto all fours.
“Present. Bloom.”
Ethan’s knees slid wider, back arched harder, hole flowering open instantly (trigger perfect).
Mark unzipped, pulled out his thick, already-hard cock, and lined up.
One slow, deliberate thrust (bare, no lube but the Crisco still slick inside from the truck).
Ethan cried out (half scream, half prayer) as Mark bottomed out, balls pressed against caged ones.
Mark fucked him steady and deep (one hand locked around the titanium collar like a handle, the other pressing Ethan’s shaved head to the rubber).
“This cunt is mine now. Feel me owning it.”
He sped up (brutal, claiming) until Ethan was sobbing and thanking him between thrusts, voice cracking on every
“Thank you, Master.”
Mark came with a guttural roar, flooding Ethan’s guts so deep it felt like it reached his throat.
He pulled out slowly (cum already leaking), spun Ethan around by the collar, and forced his head back.
“Open.”
Ethan’s jaw fell slack.
Mark pissed a long, hot, endless stream straight down Ethan’s throat and across his face (some swallowed, most painted him in ownership).
When the stream ended, Mark shoved four fingers into Ethan’s sloppy, cum-filled hole.
“Bloom. Swallow."
The ring opened greedily, sucking Mark’s hand inside.
Mark tucked his thumb and pushed (fist sliding in to the wrist on the first try).
Ethan screamed (raw, overwhelmed, bliss and agony merging).
Mark punched slow and deep (wrist, forearm, elbow kissing the rim), twisting, opening him wider while his other hand forced Ethan to swallow the piss still in his mouth.
When Mark’s elbow finally breached the second ring, he held there.
“Full.”
Euphoria detonated (trigger firing perfectly).
Ethan’s eyes rolled white, body convulsing in programmed bliss.
Mark eased out slowly (Ethan’s rose prolapsing outward in a wet, red bloom).
He squatted over Ethan’s chest.
“Open. Thank me while you chew.”
He bore down.
A thick, warm, deliberate load pushed straight across Ethan’s tongue and face (slow enough that Ethan had to chew every bite, swallow every piece, tears streaming the entire time).
When Mark finished, he stayed seated, letting Ethan clean his hole thoroughly with desperate, grateful licks until every trace was gone.
Ethan’s voice was barely a whisper, wrecked and reverent:
“Thank you, Master… for fucking your pup… for fisting your pup… for marking your pup with your cum, your piss, your shit… Thank you for owning me completely.”
Mark gathered him up (covered in every fluid he owned) and cradled him against his chest like something holy.
“Good boy.”
The trigger hit like an orgasm.Ethan melted (every cell singing with conditioned bliss).
Mark carried him to the big bed, laid him down, and curled around him (still filthy, still gaping, still perfect).
“Sleep, pup. Tomorrow we do it again. And again. Until forever feels like breathing.”
Ethan pressed his shaved head to Mark’s chest, collar heavy and warm, body trembling with aftershocks.
“I love you, Master.”
Mark’s arms tightened, beard brushing the titanium.
“Love you too, pup. Welcome to the rest of your life.”
Three hours.
One contract.
One fucking, one fisting, one complete marking with every fluid Mark possessed.
The pup was sealed (body, mind, and soul).
And the Chain grew its first unbreakable link.
To be continued…
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