"Wow Vince you was amazing!" Nathan says pulling his clothes back on.
"Thanks Nathan, you're pretty good yourself, I nearly blew my load when you sucked me off," Vince replies.
Nathan beams, "Wish you had done."
"Gotta say Vince, I'm well impressed but he seems a proper spoilt brat, you sure you can handle him?" Rob asks.
"I've had worse than him in the army, he should be a walk in the park."
"Well we better get going, it's late, thanks for a great evening, let us know if you need us to help out with anymore training." Robert says as they head for the door.
"I will do, see you next week," Vince waves them off then locks the door behind him.
He walks upstairs and climbs into bed, he's exhausted, he thinks about the young man in the cellar, he would much prefer to have the boy in bed next to him, he so hates sleeping alone.
* * *
Lance has a restless night, his dreams are filled with visions of his father when he was young and the love and affection he received mixed in with visions of Vince and his huge cock. In his dreams Vince's cock is much bigger and Lance is worshiping it, he's sucking it deep, getting fucked by it, at one point there are ten Vince's all prodding their huge cocks at Lance, they all erupt covering him in masses of spunk causing him to ejaculate too. It's at that point he wakes up and realises he is ejaculating for real, his cock is pumping out huge amounts of cum into the bedding. He has never had a wet dream before, what does it mean? The room is still pitch black and the cage is cramped, he needs to stretch but he can't. He lies there contemplating what happened that night, the cock he actually enjoyed sucking, being fucked, and loving it, and his wet dream, could it be that he is gay?
He thinks about Vince, that big powerful man and the moment he held him in his arms. Although he was being punished he felt safe, warm, almost loved, he liked being held by him, even when he picked him up it was like he was a child again in his fathers arms. Lance closes his eyes and drifts back off to sleep.
He is abruptly woken by the light being switched on in the cellar.
"Good morning slave, time to get up and continue your training," Vince says.
Lance groans still really tired, "I'll get up in a minute,"'he says forgetting where he is and thinking for a moment he was back home, he soon snaps out of it when he hears the cage door being unlocked.
Vince pulls the quilt off Lance and sees the cum stain on the bedding, "Well, looks like someone had a wet dream." Lance blushes a bright crimson, "I wonder what dream could have caused that?"
Lance looks up at Vince, he is naked apart from a pair of boxers that do good job of hiding that massive tool. Vince grabs Lance and helps him out of the cage. He notices that Lance's cock is fully erect as he helps him up. "Do you need to cum or pee?" Vince asks.
"Pee," Lance replies meekly.
Vince picks up a dog collar and fastens it around Lance's neck, then picks up a leash and fastens that to the dog collar. Lance is alarmed that he's going to be treated like an animal.
"Look mate, yooz had ya fun wiv dis master n slave stuff, how's about lettin' me go now an' well call it quits. Give us me money and I'll forget about de whole fing." Lance was hoping that Vince had a reasonable side to him but when he looked at his face he knew he'd made a big mistake.
"What did I say about asking for permission to speak?!" he says in a thunderous tone.
"I-I-I just thought.." Lance stammers.
"Well you thought wrong!" he grabs Lance's hands that are still tied behind his back and lifts them up high causing Lance to bend right over.
"No please don't," he pleas knowing what's coming, "Please, please, please, I'm sorry."
Vincent picks up the paddle, "You get 10 for speaking without permission, I want you to count them as I hit you. Do you understand.
"Y-y-yes sir."
SMACK!
"OWWW! One."
SMACK!
"OWWWWWW! Two."
On the tenth hit, tears are streaming down his face but he's keeping his sobbing under control. Vince replaces the paddle and leads Lance out of the cellar and upstairs into the bathroom.
Vince has a huge shower, big enough to hold four people comfortably, it has multiple shower heads and two hand held shower attachments, one looks like a small shower head but the other looks like a small penis. Set into the floor and ceiling and walls are rings, Lance wonders what on earth they are there for. He stands Lance up inside it and removes the collar, then removes his own boxers and joins him. Lance looks at the huge tool swinging between Vince's legs, it looks so intimidating. Lance's cock has gone a little soft by now so Vince strokes it bringing it back to it's full glory causing Lance to groan.
"Permission to speak sir," Lance says.
"Go ahead boy," Vince replies.
"I really need to pee sir?"
"Ok go ahead."
Lance goes to walk out of the shower and head to the toilet but Vince grabs him and pulls him back in.
"You do it in here," Vince says sternly.
Lance is no newcomer to peeing in the shower but to do it with someone else there? Also he's never peed though a hardon before.
"Please sir, I can't pee through a boner," he complains.
"Yes you can you just have to force it," Vince replies while still stroking Lance's cock, by now Vince's own cock is almost at full mast.
