Betrayed and Enslaved

I spent the whole afternoon with the housework, washed the dishes, put on some laundry, hung out the clothes and started a general cleaning of Joe's villa. I only stopped on a couple of occasions, when Joe asked me to drink one more of his piss without even having to get up from the sofa. He had told me that if he needed me he would give a slight jerk on the collar, and so he did on those two occasions. His urine still tasted as disgusting as the first time. However, I again had a tremendous erection as I knelt at his feet and drank it down, much to the delight of my former friend, now my owner.

As evening fell I began to prepare dinner. Fortunately Joe's pantry was well stocked and I was a good cook. In fact, it was one of the many jobs I had held in my hectic working life, so I hoped Joe would be pleased with my culinary arts. Mind you, he warned me to make dinner just for him. I still had to earn the privilege of eating person food and until then I would continue to eat dog food. Strangely, when he sat down at the table while I remained at his side at all times to serve him, he made me taste every single thing I had prepared, albeit only a small bite. Realizing my astonishment, he said to me:

-Like the Roman emperors I have to make sure that you have not poisoned my food. As I have already told you, at this moment I do not have the slightest confidence in you.

I was stunned, the thought of poisoning his food had never even crossed my mind! And about the Roman emperor... every moment I was more and more convinced that Joe was not in his right mind.

After dinner he went back to the couch and started watching TV. He then ordered me to kneel at his feet and massage them. I did so, with all my desire, until he ordered me to lick them, to continue the massage with my tongue. That was one of my favorite practices, so I did it with relish and, once again, I couldn't stop my cock from getting very hard.

-Do you realize that? -Joe asked me, between serious and jocular-. Every act of submission you perform towards me, and the more humiliating it is, the more excited you get. I don't think you dare deny me, even to yourself that this is your natural place, at the feet of a man doing his bidding.

I hated myself for my reaction, and especially for giving him the satisfaction of thinking he had done right by me. However, I wasn't crazy enough to let him manipulate me like that. I could love it, but doing it when I wanted to do it and how I wanted to do it.

At one point, trying to keep Joe from noticing, I went to touch myself lightly to let off steam. Joe saw it and reacted violently, kicking me hard in the head with the foot I was licking at that moment.

-You stupid worm, do you think you can jerk off like a monkey in front of your master? Your pleasure doesn't matter anymore, only mine. You're going to pay for this. Never, NEVER, do anything like this again! -he said angrily. However, as he saw an incipient bruise appear on my face as a result of the tremendous kick, he seemed to soften somewhat and said to me, still angry:

-I don't know how to tell you that I don't want to fucking hurt you... behave yourself and I won't have to -he indicated with a gesture for me to continue my work, relaxed and added: -although you may not believe it, I'm not that bad and I don't want to leave you completely without sex life. That's another reason why I haven't put the chastity cage on you. When you're alone you can masturbate as long as it doesn't affect your performance in your tasks. And... who knows? Maybe someday you'll earn the privilege of sucking your master's cock again, the one I know you've wanted more than anything in the world since the day you met me. And the funny thing is that this government is so sick that if we do it there is no problem, since it is not two men having sex, but a master using his slave, and that is allowed, hahaha... Absurd to have a president fond of ancient history.

Yes, yes, so much criticism of the government, but here he was taking advantage of its policies to ruin my life. Anyway, at least I had him to thank for allowing me to keep my sexual life, even if it was in solitary. I was tremendously sexual and if he had put me in the chastity cage, so common for slaves, that might have been the worst torture for me.

I continued to lick and massage his feet for a long time, until he decided it was time to go to bed. He ordered me back down to the dungeon and there he opened the cage, inviting me in with his eyes. I looked at him with pleading eyes, but he repeated his gesture, saying:

-I have already told you that every privilege you have in this house you will have to earn. For the moment this is your place and here you will continue to sleep.

Resigned, I entered the cage and made myself comfortable as best I could, while Joe locked the door. Then he went out and locked the door to the dungeon, leaving me in absolute darkness again.

I slept somewhat better that night, I suppose because of the accumulated fatigue and because I was getting used to that terrible position. I was asleep when the light came on and Joe appeared. Without saying anything he opened the cage and sent me out:

-Go take a shower and then come up to my room. You will do it in the small bathroom here in the basement, next to the garage. And don't think so hard whether it's broken. I've disabled the red faucet. A sub-human like you does not enjoy the privilege of showering with hot water. And you can hurry up now, I want you upstairs in 5 minutes. If you're not there in that time you'll pay for it.

He left and headed upstairs. I hurried to the small bathroom, which was almost next to the dungeon. I stepped into the shower and turned on the faucet. Even though it was summer, the coldness of the water penetrated me to my core. I was always very afraid of coldness and this kind of thing killed me. I had to be upstairs in 5 minutes, the truth is that I had no intention of extending that cold shower longer. I lathered up a little with a bar of soap that was there and hurriedly dried myself with a small towel, which I didn't know if it was clean or not. In the agreed time I was in Joe's room, who was undressing.

-Good slave, I like you to be punctual and I don't want to have to punish you. Now you are going to wash me.

He went into the shower and I went in after him, I was so grateful for the hot water! I took gel in my hands and began to lather him up. I felt myself shudder with desire as I touched that macho hunk. Joe was not in good shape, he had always liked eating more than exercising, but his body was so big, so powerful, so virile, that I felt in glory being able to touch him. I went over every inch of his body and stopped especially at his huge balls and his cock.

-Hey, hey, slave! -he said, fortunately in a jocular tone-, don't gloat. This body is not for your enjoyment. Unless I feel like granting you that honor -he laughed-, and believe me, you're a long way from that.

I had such an erection that it hurt, and it didn't even go down the slightest bit as I dried him off, already out of the shower. Joe noticed and reaching down his hand took my balls and began to squeeze them. I groaned in pain, and as I did so the collar activated, giving me a strong jolt, part of which was transmitted to Joe, who immediately withdrew his hand. Then, perhaps feeling a little guilty, he said to me:

-Well, let's get that down you. Lie down on the floor and jerk off, come on!

He didn't have to tell me twice. I lay down and started to masturbate. I did it for several minutes. Despite my tremendous arousal, the embarrassment of having Joe watching me prevented me from being able to cum, and I was sure that if I didn't do it soon Joe would punish me, which in turn made it even more complicated. Then Joe did something unexpected. Raising his huge right foot he put it on my face and said:

-Keep jerking off while kissing my foot.

I started kissing his foot like a madman and the stimulation was so strong for me that in less than ten seconds I came with a brutal orgasm, releasing a huge amount of sperm. Joe laughed heartily:

-Hahahaha... see, any act of submission to me is like a huge fetish for you.

I was very annoyed to admit that he was right about that and, trying to regain some of my dignity, I sat up. Joe ordered me:

-Go get breakfast ready, I'll get dressed by myself.

The rest of the morning was spent doing housework and taking care of the small garden at the back of the house. As it was Sunday, Joe stayed at home in his office. He worked for an insurance company and often had tasks to complete at home. At both breakfast and lunch, Joe only allowed me to sample the food I had prepared for him. Then I had to go back to my dog's diet. In fact, Joe would accompany me to the kitchen after finishing and, after making sure all the leftovers were in the garbage, he would lock both the pantry and the refrigerator to prevent me from eating anything but the disgusting feed. I wondered how someone I had considered a friend could behave in such a sadistic and cruel way towards me.

I had no idea yet what sadism and cruelty were. And I was going to find out that very afternoon....

I was ironing some of Joe's shirts when I felt the little jolt on the collar that required my presence. I had left him in his bedroom, taking a nap. There I went to look for him, he was still lying down, he told me to massage his feet -he loved it-, and after a while he sat up and told me he wanted to pee. I knew what I had to do. I knelt down and swallowed his piss whole. While he was like that he said to me:

-I feel like playing a little this afternoon. Let's go to the dungeon.

I shuddered, however, no longer daring to question his orders, immediately obeyed, going down the stairs after him, until I reached that hole. I stood there, shaking like a leaf, while Joe inspected his things. The first thing he did was to bring some clothespins and he wanted to put them on my nipples. I was shaking so badly that he couldn't get them on. On the third attempt he got pissed off and slapped me violently:

-Stop it, dammit! Calm down! If I have to calm you down it will be much worse, I warn you.

In pain, almost dizzy from the slap, I tried my best to stop shaking. Finally Joe was able to put the clamps on my nipples. That wasn't too painful, but then he bent down and started clamping them on my balls. God! That really hurt. I started to squirm helplessly. Joe got up and again slapped me hard with his open hand:

-Hold on a little, you pussy! Be a man for once!

He kept putting the clamps on me, I don't know how many he pinned me, but my testicles were no longer visible. Then he took me by the arms and made me bend over a rack that was in the room. Once I was lying on the rack he proceeded to meticulously tie my arms and legs to the legs of the rack. Between the pain of the clamps and the anguish of what awaited me, I thought I was dying. I was short of breath. In that state I was surprised by the first blow to my ass.

I couldn't tell what it was hitting me with, since the position in which I was tied prevented me from looking back. It was a flat and very hard object, then I knew it was a paddle racket. He began to whip me rhythmically and methodically, with force. At first the pain was not excessive, but as my ass got redder and redder it began to become unbearable. In addition, with each whipping my pelvis was moving and the clamps on my balls were hitting the rack, producing intense pain in that part as well. At one point I couldn't hold back a scream and immediately the collar gave me a sharp jolt, which provoked nothing but laughter from my torturer:

-Hahaha... hold on sissy. Or if not, at least hold on without screaming. You see what happens to you if you don't keep quiet, hahaha....

I continued to suffer the blows for a long time, holding back as best I could the screams that came to my throat. Finally, when I thought I would lose consciousness, Joe stopped. He untied me and turned me over, now tying me on the rack face up. He then removed the clamps, very slowly, gloating over the intense pain I was in with each clamp he removed. Next, I watched as he picked up a candle and lit it. Looking into my eyes, basking in my fear, he placed the candle on me and began to drop the scalding wax on my body. I felt the burning, which in my chest and stomach was not very great. However, when he started dropping it on more sensitive parts, especially after the torture of the tweezers, my nipples, my balls, my cock, I thought I was dying. I writhed in despair as Joe continued with total coolness filling my body with boiling wax, and stopping with special fruition where he knew he was hurting me the most.

Finally he put down the candle and untied me. I thought it would end there, but I was very wrong. He then took me to a St. Andrew's cross hanging from the ceiling of the dungeon and tied my arms and legs to it, with my back to the cross. In that position he raised his right foot and began to kick me in the balls. You can imagine the pain, accentuated by the previous tortures. The blows were not very strong. You could see his experience in the matter and how he knew how to inflict pain without the risk of producing permanent injuries. Still the pain was so terrible that I would have been bent in two if I had not been tied up.

After a while beating my poor testicles I saw him take a very sharp razor and he began to run it across my genitals, while he said to me, sticking his face to mine:

-How about if I cut off your balls? Or your dick? All in all, it wouldn't be much of a waste for what a fucking faggot like you is good for, would it?

I felt the cold of the metal in my flesh. I started to shiver like a leaf. Then Joe started to run the edge of the razor across my face.

-Or maybe I can slit this pretty face of yours. Disfigure you so much that no one could see you without looking away -he brought the blade of the razor close to my eyes, while he continued saying sadistically: -Or I could cut out your eyes. Let's see, what use could you be to me being blind? Ummmmm -he made as if he was thinking. My heart at that moment felt like it was going to explode in my chest.

Then he moved the razor closer to my nipples:

-Well, what I can do is rip this off, can't I? It's of no use...

He stuck the razor a little into my nipple, drawing a drop of blood. My terror was already at that moment so great that, without being able to help it, I pissed myself. Being naked, my piss splashed on Joe's pants, who immediately flew into a rage:

-You fucking faggot pig! I'm really going to kill you -he dropped the razor and started slapping me in the face, with both hands and with incredible violence. I thought I was going to lose some teeth. He was like that for almost a minute, and then he hurried out of the dungeon.

A few minutes later he returned. He had changed his pants and seemed calmer. I was crying inconsolably at that moment and my whole body was convulsing in terrible spasms. Joe came over, untied me from the cross and took me in his arms. Then he made me sit on the rack and sat down next to me.

-Come on, come on... take it easy, take it easy... -he said softly while still holding me in his arms-. Do you really think I would do something like that to you? I was just teasing you, scaring you. But I also want you to realize that your life, your well-being, is now completely in my hands. Surrender yourself to me body and soul and everything will be fine. If not... terrible things can happen to you.

I saw that he now had in his hand an ointment that he began to apply first on my sore ass, then on my balls and nipples and finally on my face, totally reddened after his slapping explosion. He gave it to me gently, thoroughly, almost lovingly. -This will soothe your pain -he told me.

Completely shattered, I couldn't stop crying. I couldn't think, I couldn't... nothing! How could someone I had considered a friend treat me like that? Finally, I calmed down little by little, Joe stepped aside and said to me:

-Come on slave, go upstairs and prepare dinner. And today... - he seemed to think about it and smilingly told me- make two portions. You will also eat what you prepare. You've earned it.

I went upstairs and headed for the kitchen. Indeed, that night Joe allowed me to eat like a human being, although, of course, he didn't let me sit at the table with him. I had to eat it later, in the kitchen. However, I still had a surprise in store for me that night.

Indeed, when Joe closed my cage to sleep, he bent down and said to me:

-Tomorrow you start work at the supermarket in the housing estate. And I have to drop you off there before I go to work, so try to get to sleep early. You have to get up early.

He went out, turning off the light. I was stunned. The next day I would start work?

To be continued...