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Liam didn’t know where he was. His head felt stuffed with cotton. His pale limbs heavy. No, not heavy. Held down. His eyes shot open blearily, looking around he found his arms splayed out on either side of his head. Each held down by leather, worn down from heavy use, but maintained and cared for.
His legs were held in stirrups. Bending at the knees and held out so that his lower body was on display. Liam’s heart pounded as he realized he was completely naked.
“Fuck,” he hissed, not wanting to be loud and attract who ever did this to him. He struggled against his bindings. Straining. Sweating in the cool room. The binds weren’t coming loose. He tried rocking the medical table he was on. No longer caring if he made noise. He’d exhausted himself before realizing that the table was bolted to the floor. He looked around to see if there was anything he could grab to help free himself. He wished he hadn’t.
The space was large. A finished basement that looked like it could comfortably fit twenty people. And it was meticulously organized. Whips made of everything from leather to rubber. Paddles made from different types of woods. Gags, ball gags, spider gags. Collars with bells. Spreader bars. There were so many items, all perfectly displayed. It was overwhelming an he couldn’t keep his focus on anything. He stopped paying attention to the small items and focused on the furniture.
On one side of the room was a fairly typical basement set up. There were two tall cabinets with several drawers on either side of the squared space. A large square rug set the boundaries for the space. Two Couches. An autumn. An elegant high-backed chair with armrests. A lounger. If it weren’t for the breeding stand anchored at the center of that set up it’d be normal compared to the rest of the room.
In the opposite corner was a four poster bed. It’s frame mettle. Its head board made of a rough burlap. The sheets a deep green. The bed’s frame continued down into what looked like a cage with only a thin blanket lining it. Chains and cuffs were strategically built along the frame.
Tears leaked down Liam’s cheeks. He needed to get out of here. His panic renewed his struggling. And now he didn’t care who heard him.
“HELP! Somebody help me!” his screams echoed throughout the room. A nagging part of his mind told him that if this place was so well organized, it was undoubtedly soundproofed. But try to tell that to the rest of his brain, which was panicking.
Caught up in his panic Liam didn’t hear the basement door open and close. He didn’t notice his captor’s quiet steps down the stairs.
“Good evening Doll,” the voice of his capture drawled. Liam cut off his screams. His chest heaved, tears and snot streaked his face. He sat there stunned.
“Did you enjoy your nap?” the man asked, sly smile on his long face.
“Wha-No! Let me out of here!” Liam shouted.
The man sighed, “I should know by now to have a gag in from the beginning, but oh well.”
“No, please. Just let me go. I want to go home,” he pleaded.
“This is your home now Doll,” the man didn’t grab a gag from those displayed on the wall. Instead he brought another leather strap over Liam’s chest, just under his pectoral muscles. Or they’d be pectoral muscle if he’d ever went to the gym. It was more soft tissue than muscle. Liam struggled, trying to keep the man from latching the strap down and restraining him more.
The man gave no warning before twisting Liam’s right nipple painfully.
“Ahr!” Liam cried out. The distraction allowed the man enough time to fasten the strap down tightly.
“I understand all this is new, but the little stunt you just pulled will not be tolerated a second time. Struggle like that again and you will be punished,” the man warned and Liam did not want to know what this man considered a punishment, “Now, I’m going to secure your head so you don’t hurt yourself.”
The man used his index finger to push Liam’s forehead back so his head rested against the cushion. Then the man grabbed a leather strap and brought it over Liam’s head and secured it on the other side.
“Wait, who are you? What do you want?” Liam whimpered.
“For now you will call me Master or Sir. As for what I want, well it’s simple really,” the man shrugged. He wrinkled his nose at Liam’s snot and tear covered face. He pulled out a wet wipe and gently wiped away the mess.
The man walked away without completing his sentence. Liam was unable to follow his movements. He stuck looking up at the ceiling. Only barely able to see down the line of his body. His nipple was still red where The Man, he refused to call him master, had twisted it. His pale skin had always shown with the slightest bumps and bruises for hours after he’d gotten them. He could see the tips of his fingers, but that was about it.
He could however hear. And he didn’t like the sounds. The Man had some sort of wheeled table. He was pulling things out of the drawers of one of the cabinets, the ones by the ‘den’ section of the basement. Before placing them on the wheeled table. The Man ‘hmm’ed and half uttered to himself. Nothing comprehensible to Liam, but that made his fear spike higher.
After what felt like an hour, but was really only ten minutes or so, The Man wheeled the table back over to Liam. The man brought something into Liam’s line of sight, a gag. But it wasn’t a ball or ring, or even a spider gag. Instead it was a cylinder of silicone.
“No, please. I’ll be good, I be quiet. I swear!” Liam protested. The Man had a condescending look in his eyes.
“No you won’t Doll. I’ve done this enough times to know. And while I don’t mind the moaning and such, I really can’t stand the screaming and begging. This will help with that,” The Man moved to place it in his mouth, but Liam screwed his lips shut.
“Liam this is your only warning. Open your mouth or you’ll be punished,” The Man cautioned. Shakily Liam opened his mouth. The Man slipped the cylinder inside and tied it back behind the table’s headrest. The cylinder held Liam’s tung down. His teeth scraped the sides of it. Thankfully it wasn’t long enough to reach the back of his throat, but only just.
“Now, here’s how tonight will work. We are going to have some fun and get you ready for your new life Doll. If you are good you’ll get a reward. Tonight’s reward is a water bottle. I know it doesn’t sound like much, but as we go you’ll have better rewards. If you don’t do as you’re told you will be punished. Tonights punishment will be a spanking. When we are done tonight you’ll have the opportunity to sleep with or without the gag. To sleep without the gag all you have to do is say, ‘Thank you Master’. If you don’t you’ll sleep with the gag,” The Man explained.
Liam rolled his eyes. What a pompous—
“MHE” Liam grunted as he felt a swift stinging pain to his ass.
“Pay attention and don’t sass me. Even with your eyes.” The man scolded. Liam wanted to squirm. To sooth the sting, but he couldn’t.
“Now lets see where should we start,” The Man ran teasing fingers over trembling flesh. Liam cried out behind the gag as a finger was traced down his flaccid cock. Tears leaked from his eyes.
“Hmm, no, no, I think we’ll start here,” a gentle hand grazed Liam’s left nipple, “instead.”
The Man started pinching and tugging on each of his nipples. Liam was thankful The Man had left his cock alone. Besides his nipples weren’t sensitive. He didn’t like that The Man was touching him, but that it was his nipples didn’t bother him.
“Ah, I thought for sure these would be sensitive. But I can fix them. You might even thank me for this later,” The Man reached for the table, just out of Liam’s sight. He was opening something. Then his fingers, now coated with some type of lotion, were back on Liam’s nipples. The Man gently rubbed the lotion onto his skin. Then started pulling on the nipples. Liam started to squirm, as much as he could. His nipples were tingling. The longer the man pulled, rubbed and twisted the more Liam’s nipples tingled. Before long they were becoming hard nubs.
Liam had never felt this way. Sure he’d had girlfriends and boyfriends play with his nipples. But no matter what any of them did it had never felt like this. Soon Liam found himself shivering and moaning.
“Oh so you do like that. It can go either way you know, either pleasure like you’re experiencing or pain,” The Man smirked as he pinched both nubs painfully. Liam would have arched off the table from the pleasurable pain. His brain was confused. Couldn’t tell if he liked this or if it hurt.
Without warning the fingers left his nipples. Liam whimpered at their loss. Before he moaned as the fingers slid over the head of his rapidly filling cock. The Man had put more of that lotion on his fingers, and now the head of Liam’s cock was buzzing. He moaned through the gag. He bucked his hips up, pushing his cock into The Man’s hand.
“Whoops, forgot one,” The Man said leaving his cock alone. Liam whined, but staid still as the man added a strap over his hips.
“Sorry about this Doll, but we can’t have you coming before we’re threw,” The Man apologized before slipping a cock ring around Liam’s fully erect penis. Liam moaned.
“Now that you’re all nice and sensitive we can really start. What I just rubbed on you pretty nips and…enthusiastic little guy, is a sensitizing lotion,”
No one had ever referred to Liam’s cock as ‘little guy’ it made him flush to hear The Man say it.
“It was invented to help women before they get their nipples pierced,” Liam cringed at that, he’d never understood why people did that to themselves, “See when the nipples are pierced they can either gain or, unfortunately, loose sensitivity. So this little beauty was invented. When applied before the nipples are pierced and after during the healing process, it can make the nips very sensitive,”
Okay, lot of information. That just meant The Man used it on his unwilling partners who don’t have sensitive nipples.
“Which is precisely why I’ve applied it to your body. We want your nippies nice and sensitive so they’re more fun to play with,” The Man picked up something from the table. Then he started pinching Liam’s right nipple. Making it harden into a peak. Liam’s eyes rolled back into his head-
And then there was an enormous pain. Right through Liam’s right nipple.
Liam screamed through the gag. His eyes shooting open and looking down. Nausea rolled through his stomach. A gold ring now hung off a gold barbell through his nipple. His crying started again.
“Oh, shh. I know. But it won’t hurt for long. In a month it’ll be like you’ve always had them,” The Man soothed as he twisted the ring a couple of times so it flipped up and down over his nubs. Liam didn’t want it there in a month. He wanted it out now. He wanted away from The Man.
“Ready for the next one?” The Man asked before shoving the next one through. Liam screamed again. His sobs turning to hiccups.
“Alright, we’ll take a little break. Okay?” The Man asked, mock concern dripping from his tung. The Man ran a hand down Liam’s sweaty skin. Rubbing at sore muscles. Working at the nots of tendons and ligaments. Liam didn’t want The Man to touch him, but found his body soothed anyway.
His breathing was back to normal when The Man grabbed hold of Liam’s cock. To his horror it was still hard. Maybe even harder. The Man lazily pumped his cock. Then brought another hand up to fondle his balls. The Man smiled at all the little moans he pulled out of Liam. All the while Liam was edged closer and closer to orgasm, knowing that with the cock ring on he wouldn’t be able to.
“I know what your thinking Doll, and you’re right. You won’t be able to come with that cock ring on. At least not yet. Given enough time, I intend to train you so you do come with a cock ring on. The first time will be the most intense orgasm of your life,” The Man told Liam as he twisted his hand on his cock.
“I’ll start off by finding your limits. How many orgasms can you have until you run dry. Then how many dry ones you have until you pass out. How much cum I can fill your slutty hole with. How big a plug I can fit in that same hole. Maybe even at the same time. Oh Doll, the things I’m going to do to you,” The Man pushed up against Liam’s thigh so he could feel The Man’s own cock stringing against his pants. The Man humped his leg a few times before pulling away entirely.
“But for tonight we have to finish prepping you for your new life,” The Man took a firm hold of Liam’s cock. Which is why his brain couldn’t fully process what he was seeing when The Man demanded, “Look at this bitch.”
In The Man’s hand was another gold hoop. This one thicker and larger than the ones in Liam’s nipples. The Man brought a thick needle to the head of Liam’s penis. And that’s when his brain made the connection. The sensitizing lotion had been added to both his nipples and cock. The Man had a third piece of jewelry.
The Man was going to pierce his cock!
Liam screamed bloody murder. He thrashed around. Cock still held fast by his capture.
The Man frowned, grabbing Liam’s balls and squeezing till he choked on air.
“Hold still, believe me this is one piercing that you don’t want me messing up,” The Man threatened.
Fuck, there was no way out of this. The Man was going to pierce Liam’s cock whether he wanted it or not. The Man was right, Liam didn’t want him to mess up and maim him more than he was already planing to. Dread filled his stomach as he realized that no one was coming to save him. At least not in time to prevent this. He sobbed into the gag.
The Man watched the war going on inside of Liam. What his thoughts were remained unclear. Except that he intended to go through with this torture. Liam started to take slower breaths. His body was still wound tight, but he relaxed as much as he could with The Man’s tight grip around his balls.
“Good Doll, now wen I tell you, take a big breath for Master,” The Man ordered, “Then let it out slowly as you feel the pain.”
Liam’s breaths stuttered. It took a while to get himself back under control. The Man stood there smirking as Liam struggled with himself. He gave another squeeze to Liam’s balls as a reminder to obey, before letting go. He brought the needle back to the head of Liam’s cock, still hard even as it was being threatened. Liam had never hated his body more than in this moment of utter betrayal.
“Breath,” The Man instructed. Liam started taking a slow deep breath as he’d been instructed. His lungs were only half filled when the needle was shoved through. The air became stuck in his chest. Unable to escape or continue to fill his lungs the rest of the way. Nothing had ever hurt like this throbbing pain. His cock deflated somewhat, but not by much.
And still the head of his penis was buzzing with the sensitizing lotion. The Man used the same lotion to slick up the jewelry he was about to add. As soon as the needle was slid all the way through The Man quickly followed it with the golden hoop. Liam realized quickly that the buzzing sensation had only been on the surface before. Now, because this piece of jewelry had been slicked with the lotion he could feel his cock head tingle from the inside out.
Helplessly Liam humped the air as much as the restraints let him. Trying to chase away the sensations. Moaning at the lack of anything to rub against, while still being stimulated so thoroughly.
“Sorry Doll, but you won’t be able to come for a while yet. We don’t want your new Prince Albert getting infected, do we?” The Man taunted. It sounded like a threat and a promise. It was beyond Liam’s comprehension at the moment as all his attention was down to the three points of pain, and one of disturbed pleasure.
“We’re almost done for today, Doll. Just your punishment and the matter of your gag left,” The Man informed him.
Wait, punishment? Liam’s pleasure/pain filled mind felt like it grasped at the wind as he tried to process what the man meant by punishment. Then he remembered, The Man had told Liam that if he were good he’d get a water bottle. If Liam were bad, however, The Man would spank him. Liam groaned around the gag. He wanted to be done with this night and left alone.
“Now, I’m going to take off the gag. As this is your first time I will only be giving you ten spanks on your ass with my hand. However, you must count each one aloud and say the phrase, “Please Master, Another” for it to count. If you don’t say it in its entirety then that spank won’t count as part of the ten,” The Man informed him before removing the gag.
“Fu-Fuck you, you sick fuck!” Liam shouted, voice hoarse from his earlier screaming. The Man just clicked his tung in disappointment. Liam kept up the verbal attack, the only weapon he had at the moment was his tung.
The Man lay his hand on Liam’s right ass cheek. He swiftly slapped Liam’s right ass cheek. Liam yelped, but continued his verbal assault. So the man slapped Liam’s right ass cheek again. In the same place. And again. And again. Over and over. Till Liam had lost track. He started sucking in sharp breaths between his shouted words. The one spot, hit repeatedly, began to sting. He tried to ignore it. But then The Man increased how hard he was hitting, making Liam’s cock bounce with each strike. This jolted the new piercing.
Slowly Liam stopped shouting. Started crying again, whimpering in pain. His one ass cheek stinging and his bouncing cock buzzing around the sore piercing.
“Please,” Liam pleaded, “Please stop.”
The Man’s hand kept up the steady barrage as he spoke, “You can make this stop at any time. Come on Doll, count. One~”
“One,” Liam sobbed after a strike. When the next one came he gave a breathy, “Two.”
“No, that’s not all we say when Master is giving Doll his punishment. The punishment he earned by not doing as Master told him.”
Liam sobbed. He couldn’t remember the words. What were the words.
The Man gave a put-upon sigh, “You’re supposed to count and after every one say ‘Please Master, another. Or else they don’t count.”
After the next swat Liam shakily said, “One. Please-Please Master, ah another.”
“Good, just nine more to go. Remember they only count if you say it all,” The Man reminded.
With each painful slap Liam counted. Liam said, “Please Master, another.”
Sometimes though his breath would hitch in pain. And Master would spank his ass again before he’d gotten it all out. Master would tell him, “No, that last one doesn’t count. Start from the last one.”
The disruption to the pattern threw Liam off. It would always take at least three more spankings before he could get the full phrase out. By the time the Master finished Liam was exhausted. And his cock had given new meaning to ‘slap happy’ as it hardened further around its new hole and was leaking all over Liam’s quivering stomach.
“Good job Doll. Did you draw that out on purpose?” Master asked as he thumbed at the leaking, soar head of Liam’s cock. Liam sobbed, even while his hips thrust as much as they could into Master’s hand.
“Hmm, we’ll just have to find better punishments for you,” Master let go of Liam’s cock. He walked out of Liam’s eye sight. Back towards the cabinets, if the sound of opening and shutting drawers was an indication.
Liam panted, thankful for the reprieve. All he wanted was to be left alone. Just for a few minutes. He didn’t want anyone to touch him. His body twitched with overstimulation without any promise of an outlet.
He should have known it wouldn’t last. His eyes must have drifted closed. When he opened them Master stood next to him with a cock shaped dildo in hand.
“Please, no more. Master, please,” Liam begged.
“Aw Doll, I didn’t think you’d be begging me anything just yet. Not with that impressive display of verbal vomit when I took your gag off,”
“I’m sorry,” Liam apologized tearfully.
“Apology noted, acceptance pending. Now as I told you earlier in the evening, when I took your gag out you were supposed to say, ‘Thank you, Master’ But you didn’t, in fact you cursed at me. Shouted. You said some very bad things Doll. And I’ve decided that until you can learn to use your mouth politely, you won’t have use of it.” Master nodded along to his own speech.
Liam chose not to say anything. Master would have continued on anyway.
“So I’ve decided to get a jump start on your cock sucking training. Not quite deep throating yet, but this gag will get you used to having a penis in your mouth regularly. Or in your case, all the time. Because when your mouth isn’t stuffed with my cock, it will be filled with this or another falic gag,” Master held the penis shaped gag to Liam’s lips. A stern look had him opening his mouth a small bit. It was enough to get the gag past his front teeth, and Master quickly shoved the rest in. He secured the gag behind Liam’s head. Holding it snuggly buried in Liam’s mouth. He could already feel his jaw complaining at being forced open. The dildo tickled the back of his throat, but he was in no danger of gaging.
Master placed a spreader bar between Liam’s knees, which kept his hips open and left his cock, balls, and ass hole exposed. Before unstrapping his legs and lower body from the stirrups. He placed a padded cuff around one of Liam’s wrists, before undoing the restraints for Liam’s upper body.
For half a second he thought he could escape. Only when he tried to move he found his limbs made of jelly, and what didn’t hurt from being held in place was exhausted from the tense pose he’d held through the whole night.
Master helped Liam to sit up, soothing him when he hissed in pain as his sore ass rubbed against the fake leather. Master secured the other cuff behind Liam, to his other wrist. Master also added a heavy chain to the hoop through his cock. Then he supported Liam as he help him to stand. The chain swung heavy between his spread thighs making Liam groan. Master slowly guided him towards the bed. When Master gently shoved at his shoulders until he sank to his bound knees Liam realized that he hadn’t been lead to the bed, but rather to the cage underneath.
Master attached a link of chains to each of his piercings, and used them to pull Liam into the cage. Liam shimmied forward to reduce the tug on his sore and sensitive nipples. The length of chain hanging from his cock brushed the cage floor making Liam gasp. He hadn’t made much progress towards the other end of the cage where the chains attached to his nipples were pulled through, when Master grabbed the chain between his thighs. Liam groaned at the pull.
Then screamed around the penis gag as Master pulled the chain further back and attached it to a bolt. The tip of his cock pulled back between his legs, sticking out like a docked tail. Liam tried to scramble back towards the chain on his cock. Only to have the chains on his nipples pull taut in response. He was trapped. Stuck between three sources of pain. Each of which still tingled from the sensitizing lotion.
“Try to get some sleep Doll. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow. Oh and if I was you, I’d start behaving as your Master tells you to. You don’t want any more punishments. Of course you did seem to love today’s punishment,” Master chuckled as he made his way back towards the stairs, flipping the lights off before leaving the basement.
Leaving Liam alone, in the dark, a penis gag held securely in place, two newly pierced nips pulled one way, one newly pierced cock pulled the other. Liam helplessly trapped in-between. He was ready for exhaustion to sweep over him. Ready for this nightmare of a day to finally end. But the heavy, squirming, stone in his stomach whispered how he wouldn’t find any sleep tonight.