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Chapter Twenty-one - Witnessing
After Timmy left, Pecs mentioned that the ad already registered 30 hits. It couldn't have been more than an hour, i was amazed.
"Timmy and i will inventory your clothing tomorrow, boi, and get some options up there. Underwear and socks are big sellers, but some of these guys creep out on anything stained and sweated on by a hot boi." He explained. After everything was cleaned up and put away, we drove over to my apartment. i brought all of my clothes into the living room and made one big pile. i was allowed to keep my six suits for work and a few dress shirts as well as one pair of jeans, one flimsy pair of gym shorts and an old tee-shirt from a leather event i went to years ago in San Francisco. Everything else would be sold.
We showered and cleaned up and i fell asleep with my head nuzzling into Pecs crotch. No restraints that night, except the chastity cage. i was ordered to always keep my legs spread and hands behind me as much as possible. Pecs dozed off squeezing and pulling on my balls.
In the wee hours of the morning i was woken up by him, really working my nuts. i dared not make a sound, as He pulled and twisted on them. It was agony. When He woke himself up from the dream, He pushed my head onto His piss hard-on and gently unloaded His bladder. i swallowed hard and fast, not wanting to get any piss in the bed. When He finished, He rubbed my face for any signs of dripping and finding none, He rubbed my head like a good boi. The good piss-boi fell asleep with His trainers piss warm in His tummy.
i woke up with Pecs completely smothering me. His beefy legs across my arms and chest and one arm across my groin. i had to piss like crazy, but i waited quietly and nuzzled into Him. Minutes later the alarm went off and the day began. He allowed me to piss and shit under His observation and then we were off for the day. The morning routine settled in comfortably. Pecs applied a liberal amount of something called "bag balm" to my tender balls and around the chastity cage, telling me it would prevent chaffing and help with the stretch. i was sore as hell every morning, but after a little stretching and within the first 5 minutes of the run, it all became more durable and helped me focus.
On the train, i settled into what was becoming my corner. A quick glance around the car turned up very little of interest; one old man and some kids and a couple of women. Suddenly my phone buzzed with an incoming call from my Master.
"Sir, good morning Master," i answered quickly in a low voice.
"Good morning, boi, just wanted to check-in with you one-on-one. You have permission to speak freely and i expect honest answers, boi" He informed me. i stepped off the train a few blocks away from my normal office stop and found a quiet place to talk.
We chatted freely about the training, the pain, the limits, and the abuse. He asked lots of questions and i gave Him every detail i could remember. He asked about my physical well-being and my mental health. He asked me if i wanted to continue and told me that He could stop it at any point when we checked-in like this.
i admitted my body's soreness and talked about my fears. i told Him that it was really transformational and i was afraid, but that i trusted Him and wanted to serve Him. i said it was hard and challenging, but that the trainers were careful and well-intentioned.
We talked about the fact that they barebacked and He explained that the Big-dicked Man is very cautious about these things. The trainers were tested weekly and kept on strict orders. He reassured me that my health and well-being was of primary importance to Him. Once ownership was complete, He would never wear a condom when using His boi holes.
"I will never let anything happen to you, boi," He reassured me.
Lastly, we talked about the next few days. Tonight would be something special to witness. He explained that bois in this program are given a lot of freedom. The boi who would be punished tonight could have asked for and would have been granted the freedom to take a couple of days off, had he asked. Instead, the boi disobeyed His Master and blatantly lied to Him. This was unacceptable. Punishment was severe, but lessons needed to be learned. My job tonight was to observe and learn, no harm would come to me. And as long as He and i always communicated with trust and honesty, it would never happen to me.
I expressed my fear. He reassured me that Pecs would take very good care of me. i should respect Pecs like i respected Him. i felt a little better.
He asked if i had any questions, i asked when i would see Him next. He said soon, but didn't give me a date. i told Him i missed Him and started to cry a little. He told me to man-up and then to be a good boi. It seemed ironic and i smiled at the humor in it. i reassured my Master that i was into this and committed to Him more than ever. i thanked Him profusely for this call. He told me that i was doing great and that He couldn't wait to take possession. We said goodbye and hung up. i was late for work, but thrilled.
i spent the day completely focused on getting Mr. Girard ready for a trip to Denver next week, booking hotels and flights, setting up meetings, making restaurant reservations, and making sure that every detail was covered. i worked with Him to create agendas and invite important people, coordinating their schedules and travel arrangements. i was on the phone or in His office all day. With no texts other than for piss breaks, i worked through lunch. With my job as busy as it was, it felt good to focus my energy on work instead of sex. i know that sounds boring, but its realistic. My trapped boi-dick reminded me constantly of my position, but my focus was on Mr. Girard and a successful week next week. At 4:00, we had everything set, Mr. Girard was thrilled.
"I don't know how I'd do this without you, Johnny," said as He thanked me and patted me on the back. i told Him it was my pleasure. He smiled and told me to have a good weekend. He'd check in with me on Monday morning and then left.
At 4:30, Pecs texted me and ordered me to go to the restroom and piss, he'd be in the lobby in 15 minutes. i went piss and came back and shut everything down and jumped on the elevator down. Like a good boi, i held the door for everyone in the elevator and let myself out last. Pecs was waiting for me, dressed in motorcycle gear, beautiful black leather pants and jacket accentuated with a yellow stripe. He had two helmets in His hand and bulging leather saddle bags over His shoulder.
i followed Him to the main lobby's public restroom, walking behind Him and to His right, like my Master had taught me. He strode into the handicap stall at the end and quietly ordered me to strip.
Once naked, He bent me forward and worked a rubber butt plug up my ass using a scant amount of lube. He was neither gentle nor patient with it, but He was determined. i struggled not to cry out as it forced my hole to accommodate it. He pushed hard and it popped in. i saw stars and it brought tears to my eyes. My boi-dick betrayed the agony and burped up a steady stream of pre-cum.
He stood me up and pulled similar motorcycle gear out for me to wear. The leather was somewhat stiff and rough against my skin, but it was a good fit. The helmet was outfitted with a speaker system, so i would be able to communicate with Pecs. My own motorcycle boots and gloves completed my wardrobe. i was amazed that all this stuff was carefully fitted into the saddle bags. My suit and work shoes barely filled half the space. Pecs explained that this gear was tailored to my measurements as they will be when i finished the program, my Master specified everything about them.
Outside the building was a sleek black bike parked front and center. Walking through the lobby, i was glad i had the helmet on. The pants were tight and bulged obscenely. The rubber butt plug up my ass probably made me look odd as i walked. At first, i was thankful that none of my co-workers were around, but then quickly realized i had no say in the matter and shouldn't worry myself about it.
i sat behind Pecs and held on tight. Please understand, this boi is not a regular motorcycle rider, His experience on a bike is minimal. He really grabbed Pecs and held on for dear life.
The plug was alive in my ass as we rode out of the city. At times, my whole body tingled and shivered. i was holding onto Pecs with all my strength. He commented every now and then about how well i was doing or how far we had to go. i got slightly more comfortable as we went on, but it was still a little scary.
We wound our way up into the mountains above the city and after a good half hour, turned off the main highway and followed a maze of country roads. i had been up this way before when i went camping or hiking, but i couldn't tell you where the hell we were. Pecs seemed to know the route well.
Our destination was at the end of long dirt driveway. The house was a huge log cabin style building with a giant wrap-around porch. Several trucks were parked in front of a pole barn, a few other motorcycles and a car or two. i noticed the black van immediately and secretly hoped that i could ride in it on our way home.
We dismounted the bike and Pecs ordered me to strip naked. At this elevation, it was cold outside and i shivered, but complied. He placed cuffs on my wrists and ankles and a relatively thick leather collar around my neck. Finally, He bent me over the bike and yanked the plug out of my ass. I grunted; it hurt like hell.
Before we walked into the house, He turned to me and roughly grabbed my head with a hand on either side of it, forcing me to look Him in the eye, like a mother does with a two-year old.
"Listen to me closely, boi. This is not about sex, it is about pain. What you're going to witness is about correcting very bad behavior. i doubt you'd ever wind up here. This boi was trouble from day one. Pay attention! Got it?" He lectured me.
"SIR, yes, SIR" i answered, somewhat terrified, somewhat nervous. He slapped my face hard and then rubbed my head calling me a "good boi."
On the porch i was pushed down to my hands and knees. A leash was attached to my collar and i crawled in behind Pecs. From my vantage point, it was a sea of boots and naked slave bois. The whole place smelled like leather, cigar smoke and fear. Men were drinking beers, slave bois were obediently licking boots or serving as foot rests. Everyone knew Pecs and they seemed to speak to Him with a degree of reverence. i stayed appropriately behind Him and to His right at all times. Some Masters groped me and a few tapped the plug in my ass or tweaked my nips. i didn't dare make a sound.
Eventually we made our way through the crowd, maybe 15 or 20 Masters, some with two or three slaves. Some slaves smiled kindly at me, others were focused on their work. There is a brotherhood in this service of Men and a certain smile from boi to boi that conveys respect and admiration for the work of one another. i didn't see anyone that looked familiar, but my exposure to other slaves was limited to a very brief time at the gym and Timmy last night.
Pecs got himself a beer and had me kneel and hold it for him, while He lit His cigar. Once the cigar was lit, He took back His beer and i was directed to remain kneeling in the display position (knees wide apart, arms behind me, chest out, head bowed). Pecs adjusted my head upward and told me to look around, but be respectful - never look a Master in the eye unless ordered.
He talked with a Master near Him and idly rubbed the ice cold beer bottle across my nips. Coldness can be as painful as the teeth of set of nipple clamps. My nipples were angry red and sore, but for some reason unclamped tonight, i was grateful for the littlest things. i did my best to do Pecs proud.
i noticed Dr. Heilman walking through the crowd at one point, or at least i thought it was Him. My head immediately went to a dark space, how rough was this going to be, if there was a doctor present?
For the most part, other than a little cold TT, Pecs ignored me. i watched the room with fascination. These Men, these Masters and their slaves were completely into this. It was clearly not a "scene" or a thing to do for fun. These people lived this way 24/7/365. i was envious and my heart longed for my Master.
At some point a loud bell rang and everyone began to move. Pecs tipped up His beer and pulled me in the direction that everyone was headed - downstairs into a cavernous dark basement, lit only by candle light. In the center of the room was a large, rough-hewn, throne-like chair with a very angry looking Master seated in it. There was a naked slave boi at each side, cowering and licking His boots. Both were lean, blonde twink bois clad in heavy-looking steel cuffs and collars. The Master wore a big leather boots, a black leather jock and a harness that criss-crossed His hairy chest. Chairs were arranged in a semi-circle in front of Him and the other Masters/Men sat in them.
Pecs sat down and i was positioned between His legs sitting Indian-style. He leaned forward and whispered, "That is Master Joe, He has three young slave bois and they need constant attention. He pays our company to carry out the training and discipline and it's a full-time effort for one Man. Young might be hot, but it's a fuck of a lot of work. Those two are 22, the one that ran away is 20. It's stupid, really, boi. If they ask to be released from the contract, they can be released, but instead they try to escape." He let out an exasperated sigh, "fuckin' kids..."
I was surprised to look to my left and see Timmy sitting similarly between the legs of very strong looking Master. Timmy smiled at me and winked. i smiled back and nodded. Pecs jerked on my collar, grabbed my head and focused it on the Master in the big chair. i quickly got the message and Timmy disappeared from my vision. Clearly, the show was about to begin.
Then, to my surprise, the Big-dicked Man stepped out of the shadows. A chill went down my spine, Pecs hands were resting on my shoulders. He sensed my fear and squeezed reassuringly, but it did little to ease my concern. The Big-dicked man looked pissed.
"Good evening Men," He began "thank you for bringing your boi bitches here tonight to help keep them on the good and honest path of service. All of the bois here tonight need to understand their place and their boundaries. There is a safety and comfort in the confines of your Master's absolute control. Whenever you voluntarily step outside those boundaries, there are consequences. Discipline will be administered. It will be painful."
He stopped and let the words sink in. The room was stone silent. He was wearing full leather gear and the slick blackness was accentuated in the flickering candle light. He went on.
"Tonight, Master Joe has requested a special corrective action for His boi, Will. Will took it upon himself to disappear from His Master's presence for almost 24 hours before He was recovered, at a bus stop downtown, higher than a kite and scared shitless. He's had two days to detox. Bring Him in." He commanded.
Guns and another muscle Man i hadn't met yet, carried in the poor boi. He was locked into a small, barred cage. His body was literally stuffed into it, there couldn't have been much movement capable at all. He was quietly moaning and sobbing. Clearly the confinement was something i'd hoped to never experience. It looked absolutely dreadful.
The cage was lowered to the ground and opened. The boi inside screamed like hell when the lid was opened and He was forced out. His lithe toned body shook and spasmed.
"It's only been penned for eight hours" the Big-dicked Man explained, "but it's probably 7 hours and 59 minutes too long." He laughed and the Men laughed with Him. Guns and the other Man forced Him to stretch out, He screamed and cried. They held Him upright, stretching His arms away from His body. His legs were like noodles, but His cock was rock hard. The Big-dick Man walked up to Him and grabbed His face harshly.
"This is the second time we've been down this road, boi, your body is going to start tracking these little escapes. But first, let's start with some footwork to remind you that every step is precious." He motioned to the Men and they dragged Him to a nearby padded fuck-bench. Before they strapped him down, the Big-dicked Man cruelly removed the padding. He was strapped to the raw wood of the bench. He sobbed and begged, but to no avail. Guns strapped him in, while the other Man slapped his face hard until he stopped begging and resigned himself to behave.
The Big-dicked Man walked up to his face, lifted his head up by the chin as high as it could possibly be lifted, and then asked him, in deep condescending voice: "What do you need, boi?"
The boi strained, his neck muscles were incredibly taut, his shoulders painfully bent in their confinement. he gasped. "SIR, please correct me, SIR, please, SIR," he begged. Tears rolled down his cheeks.
The Big-dicked Man let his head down as Guns and the other Man stood after applying the last of the restraints. The boi's feet were particularly restrained, soles outward. Guns brought a black leather case to the Big-dicked Man and carefully opened it for Him. Inside were a small variety of canes. They did not appear to be bamboo or rattan canes like i'd been used too. The curious expression on my face did not go unnoticed.
The Big-dicked Man snapped His fingers and the two other naked slave bois serving Master Joe came crawling quickly to Him. He commanded them to stand and describe the three canes in the case. Guns handed one of them a sleek black one.
"SIR, Masters, this is a black slicing rod or cane, SIR. it is called a Slicer, SIR and it is capable of causing an immediate welt and angry marks, it can even break the skin on the first blow, if applied with that intent, SIR, Masters," he explained in a shaky voice. "It's made from a very durable fiberglass material, SIR, Masters."
Guns pushed him to his knees, then handed another cane to the other boi.
"SIR, Masters, this is a called a Twisted Fuck, made from braided polyethylene strands, SIR. it is similar to a carcass beater cane, but not looped like that SIR, Masters," he explained and gingerly, respectfully returned it to the case. It looked incredibly painful. Guns handed him the last one.
"SIR, Masters, this cane is a textured rod called the Abrasor, SIR. It's a flexible, abrasive fiberglass rod with roughened, gritty surface SIR. it has been modified from the factory for an even more abrasive surface to enhance the learning lesson when it's applied properly, SIR, Masters," he explained, sweating a little, shaking like a leaf.
Guns then led both naked bois to a wooden crate placed directly in front of the run-away boi. The run-away boi's head was restrained such that he couldn't look away as his brothers leaned over the crate, obediently. they all stared at one another, two innocents, one guilty; all terrified.
The Big-dicked Man held up the black Slicer and whipped in the air a few times. The noise made me shiver. Before i could really even react, it was applied first to one innocent's ass, then immediately to the other. They howled in agony and held on to the edge of the crate for dear life, shaking like mad. My boi-dick strained in its confinement. i was sweating.
The Big-dicked Man grabbed the Twisted Fuck next and applied it as well, with little ceremony. Both bois shrieked and screamed, but held their place dutifully. Their tears mixed with sweat and puddled on the floor, their boi-dicks went limp. i cringed, Pecs held my head focused on the action.
Finally, the Big-dicked Man took the Abrasor and cracked the first boi's ass. He screamed so loud, my ears rang. He collapsed onto the cage and passed out. Cruelly, the Big-dicked Man let this sink in on the other innocent boi. He shook like a leaf in anticipation. The Big-dicked Man took a practice swing or two, the boi pissed himself. It didn't stop the Big-dicked Man, He cracked the boi's ass extra hard and the same shrieking, convulsing and passing out displayed itself. This was clearly the most intense BDSM display i'd ever witnessed and i was scared as hell.