A few minutes ago I was making wild, passionate love with the Master's son. He was gentle and loving, kind and considerate. He had taken me to heights of sexual pleasure I had never been. My body and mind still tingled from stimulated nerve ends I never even knew I had. Then suddenly at the tap on the door it had all come to a crashing halt. Faster than you could snap your fingers, Willie reverted back to the prick William, whom I had come to detest.

As my body came down from the sexual high, the fear of the upcoming punishment took its place. New sensations of anxiety replaced sensations of pleasure. The anxiety soon turned to pure fear as I remembered the pain of that whip cutting into my flesh. Thirty-five lashes, how in the name of heaven was I ever going to survive thirty-five lashes with that horrible whip?

The fear became so great that I began to shake uncontrollably. Tears filled my eyes as I began to cry, I couldn't help myself. The last thing I remember was the room filling with the terrified screams of someone in mortal fear, then all went black.

I was swimming in blackness, around me the eerie sounds of slithering and sliding. My fear was great but I knew that if I did not continue to swim I would drown in the blackness. I did not know where I was going or where I had been. I swam on, my arms aching, my body shaking. I was tired and I wanted a rest, the terrible sounds of slithering and sliding became louder and louder.

So tired, oh so tired.

Must stop for a moment.

Rest for just a moment.

As I stopped swimming I could feel myself drifting downward, but I was so tired, just had to rest.

Suddenly I felt something slimy curl around my right leg. I tried to shake it off but it hung on tight. My fear was so great bile rose in my throat and I began to spew. The vomit that spewed from my tortured body sent shockwaves through to my very being. It was fluorescent, glowing a bright green. The light from my vomit made my terror even greater when I witnessed the horrible creatures that surrounded me. My glimpse at the horror was only momentary as the light from the vomit soon diminished and blinked out.

The shock of the vomit and my surroundings momentarily made me forget the horror that was slithering up my leg. I kicked again to try and dislodge it, but it clung tightly to me. When I tried to reach for it with my hands I found them to be tightly secured behind my back. I was helpless as the slimy horror continued to travel up my leg.

It slithered slimily past my knee and was winding around my upper thigh. Any moment it would be brushing against my cock.

Just as I expected it to pass between my legs and brush against my jewels on its upward travel, the horror stopped. My heart stopped along with it. Even my shaking stopped. The eerie sounds stopped. For just a fraction of a second there was nothing.

Then I felt a delicious tickle in that sensitive spot between my balls and asshole. Back and forth, round and round. I could feel my cock begin to stiffen. The tickling moved to my nutsack, shit the horror was turning me on.

The tentacle or whatever it was seemed to stretch out thin and wrapped it's self completely around my nutsack and tightened. I could feel it squeeze my balls and then begin to pull downwards. I began to panic, thinking the fucking thing was going to try and pull my nuts off. As it pulled it tightened and loosened the grip around my balls and it felt fantastic. Instead of screaming in panic and pain, I was moaning in ecstasy.

As it continued to pull and release, pull and release it also began to move again. However this time as it moved it just kind of slithered around my balls, continuing to keep its grip and pulling and releasing. Then I could feel the tip of the tentacle flicking gently against the base of my throbbing dick. If this kept up I would be blowing my hot seed all over the fucking darkness.

I gave a little giggle at the thought and shouted out loud, "Look out you motherfucking horrors I'm gonna drown the lot of ya in cum."

The tentacle continued to work it's way up my pulsing shaft, then began to flick gently across that most sensitive of spots just be low the slit. All thoughts of anything but the pleasure of this creature bringing me closer to that magic moment, left my head. I moaned and squirmed in pure ecstasy.

Then I could feel the tentacle entering the cum shute, oh shit it was going to go up my cock. I was in fear but at the same time I was experiencing pleasure like I had never known. Farther and farther up my urethra it traveled, it felt cool against the heat of my throbbing dick. When it reach what could only be my bladder it stopped for just a fraction of a second, then suddenly pulled almost all the way out instantly.

The feeling was almost like shooting a wad. Then just as quickly it pushed all the way back up, then out, then up again. The horror was fucking my cock hole and taking me to heights of physical pleasure I never knew possible.

Then a whole new feeling enveloped my dick. It must have brought up another tentacle, because I could feel it wrapping around the outside of my cock. It wrapped itself around three or four times and began to masturbate the outside of my dick in time with the other tentacle that was fucking the inside.

I was no longer moaning in pleasure, I was screaming in pleasure. It picked up the pace, faster and faster. I could feel myself reaching that magic high when the build up of pressure within my nutsack would become so great that it would shoot forth my love seed with tremendous force down my urethra and out into the world.

But how would it escape with that thing up my dick? That thought passed momentarily through my head but was quickly lost in the pleasure. My nuts began to push against the confines of my nutsack still wrapped by that pulling, pushing, squeezing, releasing tentacle. Rising higher and higher until they could hold back no longer and began to release their precious cargo.

I began to shoot great wads of love juice all over the blackness around me as I screamed in ecstasy.

I was still screaming and shooting great wads of cum as I came back to the real world. Load after load shot forth from my dick around which my hand was firmly wrapped. As the final weak wad shot, or should I say dribbled out, I became aware of an audience.

The Master and William were standing there in their skimpy leather outfits, a wicked smile on their faces. Henry was kneeling beside me holding a thin metal rod with a little knob on the end. He also had a wicked smile on his face as he stood up and looked down at me.

I, as usual was embarrassed, my face, I'm sure turned beet red. Shit would this stuff never end. But hot damn that was one hell of a dream. I wouldn't mind a few more like that.

"Well Pussyboy." The Master began, "We cannot even leave you for a few moments alone, you are so sick you just start wanking. By the way, I do not remember giving you permission to touch your dick."

Oh shit I thought, the fucking punishment, he is going to add to the punishment. But I was asleep or something. Shit I shouldn't be punished for something I do when I'm asleep.

"Now what do you think I should do about your abominable behavior, Pussyboy." He asked in that dreaded fatherly tone.

"Please Master." I whined as I rolled over and got up on my knees. "I didn't do it on purpose I was having a terrible nightmare. Please don't whip me Master I will do whatever you want, but please don't whip me."

I was totally terrified again and fell to the floor shaking and crying.

"Stop the fucking crying." He yelled.

That only terrified me more and then all was blackness again.

When I awoke I was stretched spread eagle from chains in the ceiling and floor. The lights were dim and there was a strange smell in the air. I looked around as far as I could stretch my neck in each direction, but from what I could see I was alone. It was then I noticed why the light was so dim, the room was lit with candles. They were spaced about a foot apart, on a ledge about four feet off the floor that seemed to go all around the room. The lighting, designed to instill even more fear, I am sure.

A door opened behind me and I could hear the shuffle of feet. The Master appeared first, from my left, followed by William. Henry came around from the right.

"Ah the wimp Pussyboy is finally awake. Still shaking, but at least the crying has stopped. So you are really afraid of the whip, little wimp Pussyboy." He paused for effect. I was too terrified to say anything.

"That's good, Pussyboy, it means that after tonight you will be totally obedient to your Master. You will know without doubt that disobedience means the whip and you will do anything to avoid it. So you see, Pussyboy, I am really doing this for your own good."

I guess my terror had reached a peak because I found that the shaking was easing up and I was able to comprehend more of what he was saying. Could it be that you can only experience fear to a maximum point for just so long and then you begin to loose it. The moment of truth was at hand, but instead of passing out again, I was beginning to calm down.

The Masters looked me straight in the eye and asked, "How did you like your faggot training this evening?"

I wasn't expecting the question, so was caught off guard and stammered, "ah.......ok......Master."

"Just ok?" He questioned.

"Well no, Sir, it was really good. I did enjoy it very much, Master William is a very good teacher, Sir." I did much better that time.

"Oh it's Master William now, is it?" he asked.

I am sure my heart stopped. I looked at William and could see that he suddenly had a very worried expression on his face.

"Master William...mmmm... has a very nice ring don't you think, Willie." He said looking directly at his son.

Williams face went pink and he began to stammer, "I can explain Sir. I thought......"

"You thought!" The Master said between clenched teeth, "Who the hell told you that you could think. I trusted you to take that slave and teach what I wanted you to teach him. Instead you took that wimpy assed, Pussyboy pig and made fucking love to him. Worse still you let him make love to you. Don't you know you can ruin a perfectly good slave with just a few thoughtless actions?"

"I'm sorry, Sir, but it seemed to me to be the best way to teach him what you wanted in the time allowed." William manfully responded. "If there had been more time my approach would have been entirely different."

"Is that so?" The Master asked.

"Yes Sir, it is" Was his bold reply. William was not going to give an inch here.

"So you are trying to convince me that you thought that was the best way at the time and that you have no feelings for this slave?" He asked.

"No sir, I am not trying to convince you of anything. I am just stating what happened and why. I have no feelings for this slave other than that I want to train him to be the best slave we have ever had."

The Masters eyes softened and a smile curled his lips. "Ok William, but a word to the wise, never ever let a slave be equal to you for any reason at all. As it is you are going to have some trouble getting Pussyboy here to really see you as his Master. However I think I know how to do that." The smile on his face got bigger and he looked directly at me.

"Well Pussyboy, William gave you a real good time a little while ago and he made a very big mistake with you. You got very bold with him and forgot your place. No matter what anyone says, you are and always will be a slave. Taking the liberty of calling your Master by a silly name like Willie will not be tolerated. Now just to prove to you that William really is your Master, he will administer your punishment, all 40 lashes."

40 lashes, so the bastard did up them and now William will administer them. Surely he will not be as hard on me as the Master would have been. There must be some feeling in him for me, besides my slavery. I think William is in love with me and I know I have strong feelings for him at the moment. I looked over at William but his face betrayed not a thing.

"Get the whip William and I want you to give each and every lash everything you have. If you get tired then Henry will take over."

"Yes father." William replied, but he betrayed himself with his voice. He did not want to do this. So he does have feelings for me.

"Pussyboy." William said sternly, "You will count each stroke, thank me for it and ask for another. If you loose count, fail to count, thank me or ask for another, then a stroke will be added for each failure. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir." I replied in a shaky voice.

He went to the wall and picked up the whip. He gave the nasty instrument a couple of practice swings through the air. It made a loud snap each time and got my full attention. William knew how to use this terrible torture device.

He took up a position approximately three feet away on my left. He was facing me and I could see pain in his eyes as he lifted the whip up and back. In a flash it was whipping towards my unprotected back. When it landed the pain was a searing burn that ran from shoulder to shoulder. I screamed in utter agony. This was going to be even worse than I had imagined. William was going to do his duty, no matter his personal feelings. Before I could give the count or anything else for that matter a second blow landed slightly below the first one. Again I screamed. I was totally lost in a world of pain.

How could any reasonable human being do this to another? Again I was so wrapped up in the pain I did not say anything and the third blow landed right below the second one. By now I was gasping for breath between the screams that just would not stop. They started way down in the pit of my stomach and traveled all the way up my throat and through my lips with great force. My throat was raw and this was only the third lash. I would surely be dead long before number 40 landed.

The fourth lash landed and the agony had become so great that I could not stay conscious any longer. Just as the scream from that lash exploded from my parched lips I faded off into blessed blackness.

I awoke to a strong acrid odour. Henry was standing in front of me waving something under my nose.

I was back in the land of pain. My back felt like it was on fire. Henry disappeared from sight for a second then reappeared carrying a glass of water which he brought to my parched lips.

"Don't drink, Pussyboy." He said gently, "Just rinse your mouth and let it dribble out. If you swallow you will vomit."

I took a dozen sips, savoring the cool water in my dry mouth. My throat was burning something wicked as well and I wanted to swallow some of that cooling water, but I knew Henry was trying to be helpful so I followed his advice. Finally Henry moved aside.

The Master stepped forward and looked me in the eye.

"Are you ready for us to begin your punishment yet, Pussyboy?" He asked.

I looked at him with what must have been total confusion.

"You never counted even one of those strokes, thanked William, or asked for another. Now under the rules of this punishment which you stated very clearly you understood, we must raise the number of lashes which you will receive."

I was stunned. Oh shit, I was to get one extra lash for each time I missed a count, a thank you and asking for another. I had received four lashes, had not fulfilled my task therefore I had 12 extra lashes coming. I looked up at him with a totally defeated look, then just gave up. My eyes were open but unseeing, my body sagged, held up by the chains on my wrists. I was incapable of holding myself up any longer.

I don't know what happened after that. In fact I don't know what happened for the next twelve hours. I was completely broken, which of course was what the Master was aiming for in the first place. He had to break my will to resist and he succeeded, almost too well.

I was of such a mild and submissive nature to begin with that, the long hours of fear and humiliation prior to the punishment had almost caused permanent physiological damage. I had retreated into myself to hide from the pain. When I finally came out of that state twelve hours later, I was a total submissive.

Now my real training for slavery could begin.

To be continued.