"Henry take this useless piece of shit down and put It in the cage." He said handing the end of my chain to the butler.

"Yes sir." Hhe replied courteously and then asked, "Should I water It as well, sir?"

"Mmmm....no I think not Henry. No feed or drink until it has experienced the first lesson." He said as though this were just normal everyday routine.

"As you wish, sir." replied Henry and without a word or glance at me, he started off down the hall. He gave a little tug on the chain leaving no doubt in my mind that I was to follow.

My dick had risen considerably during the exchange and was almost at full erection. Why was I getting turned on by this treatment? It didn't make sense to my tormented brain and I was having a great deal of difficulty trying to come to grips with it all.

Had they really referred to me as an, "it"? Have I lost my humanity to this man? They were going to put me in a cage, like an animal, and I didn't have the balls to put a stop to it. No, instead I just got fucking well turned on.

The hallway we were heading down was huge and seemed to go on forever. It was decorated with the most lavish of furnishing. There were huge paintings on the walls, interspersed with what must have been very, very expensive tapestries. The floor was covered in what could only be the plushest carpeting I had ever seen in my life, let alone walked on. It was soft and springing through my socking feet and felt fantastic.

We had not gone very far when a door just ahead on the right opened. A young boy, he couldn't have been more than 15 or 16 emerged. He was a miniature copy of the man that had brought me here.

"Ah, what do we have here, Henry. Father find himself a new slave?" The boy asked.

"Yes, Master William it would seem so." Henry answered as he came to a respectful stop. It was obvious this boy commanded respect in this house.

The boy came over and looked me up and down. I looked down to the floor unable to look him in the eye, my dick was fully erect now, throbbing and bouncing up and down. As well, precum was beginning to dribble out the end. I am sure my face was brilliant red, tears again filled my eyes as this boy examined my naked body.

"Well Henry, I hope dad gets It trained soon, the filthy beast is dribbling love snot all over the carpets." The boy sneered has he reached out and grabbed my balls with hands that were almost as big as his fathers.

Once he had hold, he squeezed with all his might. For one second nothing happened, but then the pain hit. A blinding flash of bright light swept in front of my eye's. A blinding pain erupted from my tortured jewels, spreading quickly throughout my groin, up through my abdominals and back, into my pecs and shoulder blades, up my neck and into my brain. A pain so utterly soul wrenchingly painful that it could never be adequately described. Only someone who had experienced it could understand. I must have collapsed into unconsciousness trying to escape this devastating agony.

One moment I was standing there in agony, the next a sharp, extremely unpleasant odour was assaulting my olfactory senses. I remember trying to get my nose away from the source of this assault, while this terrible burning pain continued to spread out from my nuts. The pain was so bad I just wanted to die. But then I heard someone telling me to get up and I could feel whoever it was kicking me. I slowly began to regain my senses and rose painfully to my feet.

"That will teach you to dribble your dick snot on our carpets you filthy animal." The boy spit at me. "Get him down to the cage Henry, I am going to let dad know that he has a really filthy beast on his hands this time."

The pain was still so great that the boys insults had no effect what-so-ever. The tears were flowing fast and I was shaking, but this was from the pain and the uncompromising fear that was now enveloping me. How was I ever going to survive this treatment.

My cock had gone flaccid but I could now feel a new problem developing. I felt like I was going to throw up. A big gorge was building up in my throat, hell if they would almost tear my balls off for dribbling a little precum what would they do to me if I were to puke on their expensive carpets. The terror rising inside of me was getting out of control and over came my fear of speaking.

"I'm going to throw up Henry." I quickly stammered.

"Oh no It's not!" He replied and in a movement that was so fast I didn't even see him move, he was behind me and placed one hand over my mouth. His other hand went behind my neck and he propelled me at amazing speed down the hall, then suddenly forced me to the right and though a door. We were in a washroom. He quickly forced me over to the toilet and said, "Do it there".

I didn't need any prompting. I barely had my face over the hole before I began retching. Spew after spew of acrid vomit erupted from my tortured body. I didn't think it would ever end. Once it ceased Henry pulled some toilet paper and wiped my mouth and chin. He pushed the flusher to remove the foul mess in the bowl.

"Please Henry, may I have some water to rinse my mouth?" I asked.

"No!" He replied. "The Master said no water."

"But the acid is burning my throat." I tried again.

"The Master said no water and so no water it is." With that he gave a yank on the chain and led me back out into the hall.

My balls were still burning and shooting pain through my groin as we walked. The acid from my vomit was burning my throat. My dick although now flaccid was still dribbling precum. Tears were flowing from my eyes and I was shaking like hell. All and all I was in pretty bad shape.

After walking down that accursed hall for what seemed like forever, my balls sent jolts of pain with every step, Henry finally stopped and opened a door. We passed into another smaller hall. We only walked a few paces before Henry turned again and we went through another door into a stairwell. Henry started down the stairs and just like a little puppy on a leash, I followed.

At the bottom we went through another door and into another small hall. There were four doors along the opposite wall. We went past the first two and Henry opened the third and in we went.

It was a dingy looking room, about 10' x 10' in size, painted a dark yellow and had a single, uncovered light bulb in the centre of the ceiling. There were no furnishings in the room, but smack dab in the center was a small cage. It was made of what looked like quarter inch stainless steel rods welded together. It measured about 2ft long by about 1 1/2 ft wide and 1 1/2 ft high. One end was on a hinge and was open.

Henry pulled me over to the cage and commanded, "It will get down on It's knees and crawl in".

I looked at him dumfounded. How in hell was I going to get in that tiny cage. I am 5'9" and weight 175 lbs. For a wimp I am pretty well built with a broad chest and thick thighs. Even with my hands free, getting into that cage would have been difficult. With my hands cuffed behind my back I figured it would be near impossible.

But what I didn't know at that moment, is that with the right incentive, the impossible becomes merely difficult.

"I said get in." Henry snarled as I continued to hesitate.

Henry walked over to the wall and opened a door. I hadn't seen it because it was designed to blend right in with the wall. He pull this wicked looking whip out, raised it above his head and snapped it in the air. It gave a crack like the sound of a rifle being fired in an enclosed firing range.

The message was very clear and I dropped to my knees instantly and began to force my way into the cage. It was not too bad and I was doing ok until my knees where in and on top of the cage bars along the bottom. These bars dug into my knees and sent shocks of pain surging through me again. As well I had to bring my legs closer together as my thighs started to enter the cage. This of course put pressure on my already aching nuts.

I must have hesitated again because I heard the sound of that whip crack through the air. Pain or no pain I forced myself into the cage. Finally my head came up against the back end and I thought I was in.

"It will force Itself further in." Henry commanded. "It's ass is still sticking out and so are It's feet."

So unable to do anything else other than obey I forced myself further into this devilish contraption. I had to bend my head down and towards my chest in order to get my ass in. But I finally managed because I felt the cage door close, the stainless steel bars cold against my naked ass.

Then I heard the snap of a lock.

In a rather sad voice Henry gave me some advice, "It is no longer considered human and will always be referred to as, It, slave, a number or whatever other name the Master decides to use. My advice is that It forget It's previous existence and concentrate on pleasing the Master. Life will be much more pleasant the sooner It learns that fact."

With that he turned and left the room closing the door behind himself. A few seconds later the single bulb burning in the centre of the room went out.

I was locked naked, my hands cuffed behind my back, in a cage barely large enough for me to stuff myself into. I couldn't move at all and the cold metal bars were pressing against me all over. To make it worse I was in complete darkness and to top it off, Henry was telling me that I was no longer considered human. I was a thing, an it. What in hell was I going to do? How could I have been so stupid as to allow myself to get into this situation in the first place?

To be continued.