"He's waking up."
My eyes blink and squint adjusting to the light. I try to cover my face but my hands won't move.
Light slaps tap my cheeks. "Wakey, wakey Johnny," Master's voice encourages. "We have a lot to discuss, and even more to do."
"Alice..." It's the only word that escapes my mouth as I struggle to wake.
"Don't you worry about her. Alice is being well taken care of."
I begin to get my bearings. Master is standing over me. Lexi is next to him. I try my hands again but they won't budge. I realize where I am. The basement of Master's mansion. The dungeon. Some in the BDSM community get excited by the word. To them it's a playroom for fantasies to come to light. Here, in this house, the dungeon takes a more literal meaning. Slaves only find themselves below the living quarters if extreme punishment is required.
I'm bound to a custom table. My entire upper body is supported, my arms outstretched to either side and cuffed to the corners. At my hips the table separates, forming a Y and spreading my legs which are also cuffed.
I can only assume that when we were taken last night I was also sedated and brought here. Last night. Alice. It floods back into my mind.
"Alice..."
Harder slaps strike my cheeks. "I just told you to forget Alice. After all, the little whore's why you're here."
Master adeptly jumps onto the table and his full wait is sitting on my chest as he casually straddles me. I could barely move before. Now I'm trapped. Another slap! This one hits harder, clearly meant to get my full attention.
"Two years. Two fucking years you've been serving Me well. And haven't I provided for you? Haven't I treated you beyond generously? Your own room. The finest clothes. Access to my personal chef. I could have molded you into anything and I crafted you into the perfect stud, a slave even the most stern women would get wet thinking about."
It's true. I have been under Master's care for a little over two years. After my training and initiation, He deemed me worthy of adding to His stable of Bulls. Slaves who were forged into Gods. Our physical training, our diets, our day to day activities all tailored to keep us as peak sexual specimens. Bulls have one job. To satisfy any woman Master allows us to serve. I want for nothing. Yes, I am a slave but I am afforded every possible luxury my status allows.
None of that meant anything when It came to Alice. A giant house full of pleasure and the one thing I truly wanted was all I couldn't have. Slaves are under no circumstances allowed to engage in sexual activity unless told to do so by Master. As a Bull, I only fucked women who paid for my time. As a common slave, Alice was among those handed to guests like a party favor.
"Lexi honey, help Me make Johnny here fully aware of what's happening to him"
"Yes, Sir." Lexi, Master's personal favorite and off limits to all others. She's risen from slave to Master's right hand. She's still his property but almost in name only. At 5'2 and barely 100lbs she might look innocent, but her cruelty is known throughout the house.
Her small hand grasps my balls. The squeeze that follows is excruciating. Still, it's nothing compared to the slap that comes down from her other hand. My balls burn immediately and I writhe in pain so much as the bondage and Master's weight will allow.
"Easy Lexi, we're just getting started with him. A little more gentle please."
By balls are released from her vice. She rubs my thighs softly, slowly making her way back to my cock. Her hands are warm. Her touch relaxing. My cock starts twitching, ready to grow to it's full 9 inches. Lexi starts giggling.
"What's so funny?" Master asks his pet.
"He's trying to get hard. It's getting tight in there."
In there? Master smiles down at me, amused by my confusion. He jumps off of me and lifts my head up so I can see.
A chastity cage engulfs my cock. As much as it's trying to grow and escape, the walls around it do their job of holding it back.
"This is why we had to drug you. With a cock so big, so glorious, so used to being an instrument of pleasure, it's easier to fit it in a cage while it's soft and useless. Three inches. That's all the inside is. Three inches is as big as that wandering cock will ever get until I say otherwise."
Wandering. Last night. Alice. We thought we were alone. We thought it was safe. We were wrong. They knew where to find us. When they came through the door there was no denying it. We were both covered in sweat. Alice was moaning in pleasure. My cock was the hardest it's ever been.
"You didn't even get to cum last night, did you? Oh how tragic. And now, well now who knows when you'll get to cum again."
"Master please."
Lexi slams down on my balls again. Even without her squeezing them the cock ring holds them firm enough for a shockwave of pain to course through my body.
