by usemeinva

Chapter 14

We were awoken early the next morning. We were given a breakfast of our usual fare. Then we were taken to the cleaning room where we were thoroughly cleaned inside and out including being scrubbed with coarse bristled brushes. At this point, my cage was removed. What little body hair that had grown back was completely shaved. I was naturally pretty smooth all over except for my pubes but they had gotten to the point they were itchy so I wasn’t too disappointed to see them go. After we were “clean,” we were taken to the modification center where slaves were modified to their Master’s specification. I learned that included tattoos and branding along with piercings and other modifications that I didn’t even want to think about. I heard several screams coming out of the place from time to time during my time at the Training Center. The Trainer who led us there explained that all Pleasure and Pain slaves have matching tattoos of a double “P” that is tattooed on the slaves' groin area between the hip bone and the cock. He said that since the bar didn’t own us we wouldn’t be tattooed but we would be inked in such a way that with some very thorough scrubbing after the weekend the temporary tattoo would not be visible.

After that, we were provided some slave shoes which amounted to very thin pieces of leather that tied over the foot and around the ankles. After that thick stainless steel collars were fastened around each of our necks and locked. Then each collar had a chain attached to it with a padlock. The other end of the chain was attached to the slave in front of us. The Trainer explained that we would be marched through town naked of course to advertise the bar and let potential patrons know they would be fresh meat to be had at the bar. Just before we left a representative of the bar arrived he had our wrist also cuffed to the collars so that we could not cover ourselves as we marched through the town.

He took the chain coming off the first slave and led us out of the Training Center. It must have been a two-mile trip we went up streets and down them making sure everyone saw us. A slave from the bar walked in front of us once we got to town holding a sign that said we would be at the bar for the weekend only. At one point, when we were right in the town square, the guy leading us stopped and invited men that were close by to come over and check us out. Several came and felt us up running their hands over our bodies and asses. One guy even grabbed my cock and gave it a squeeze and hefted my balls. He made a comment about a nice set. He then reached behind me and inserted a finger into my hole with no lube whatsoever. He commented that I was nice and tight. He whispered in my ear that he would definitely be seeing him later this weekend. I thanked him and continued with the group when my chain was pulled.

The bar wasn’t far from the place we had stopped. We were led inside. Once we were inside I looked around it was larger than I expected. I saw the bubble room I had heard about. The two slaves that lived in it were there going about day-to-day stuff since the place was not open at the time. The man from the bar gathered us together and removed the collars from us. We were instructed to have a seat on the floor, chairs are for free men he explained. He continued to explain that there were three jobs that we would be filling in for. We would each have a turn at each of them. The first would be wait staff, we would serve drinks and food to the bar’s patrons. The second was for patrons to use and abuse. Patrons could buy time with us to use us for their pleasure or just torture us for their amusement. The last jobs were also part of the pleasure and pain theme. Several of the drinks the bars served had a special ingredient. Either the cum or tears of a slave to make them extra special. One of us would be seated in one of the two chairs behind the bar on either side of the bubble window. One was fitted with a dildo that would milk our special spot it would cause us to cum almost constantly for hours providing a steady supply of cum for the various cocktails. The other would also stimulate our hole but it would be so painful that in no time we will be crying tears non-stop until our time there is up.

Four of us will be waiting tables and the other four will do the other jobs and the next night the roles will switch. Tonight however our purpose is to be trained in the first two jobs so that we would not mess up. So for the remainder of the night, we learned how to wait tables and not spill our trays of drinks and food when our asses and cocks were grabbed which would happen frequently.

The first night I was selected to wait tables, not much happened but I was grabbed, fingered, and generally felt up most of the night. Fortunately, I didn’t spill my tray once. I even earned a few tips but I was told those would go to my Master since he owned me he also profited from any money I made.

After the bar closed for the night we had to clean every inch of space before being locked in small cages that we barely big enough for us to fit in without severe contortion. After too short of a period for sleep we were forced to wake and clean everything once again before the bar opened. Just before the bar opened an hour or so later I was led to the pain chair. I was relieved to get that over with. I hoped it would not be as bad as I feared. I was led to the chair behind the bar and ordered to impale myself on the dildo in the chair. Then clamps were put on my nipples and balls. After that, I had my wrist and ankles strapped to the chair. Cups were placed under my eyes to collect the tears for the bar’s drinks. I was told that the torture would start even before the bar opened in order to have some tears for the first customers of the day.

The switch was thrown turning on the chair, instantly the pain was unbearable. I had pulsing severe shocks to my ass, then nipples then balls. The torture repeated with different pulse patterns so that you couldn’t even get used to the pain. In no time at all the tear cups started to fill or at least I thought they were filling but there were small tubes that drained the tears down to the bar where they were collected. The pain was unbearable and I’m sure I must have provided them a gallon of tears. I knew I would hurt for days afterward. Ever so slowly time passed and when it did the machine was turned off and I was removed from the chair. I could not stand on my own.

I was informed that my shift on the pleasure chair would come later in the evening. I would be given some time to recoup before being put through that. I was also given a pill that was supposed to increase the amount of cum I would produce. Although I’m not sure that recuperation was going to be possible. I was led to a wall where other slaves from my class and slaves that apparently were apparently owned by the bar were handcuffed with their arms straight over their heads and their feet were chained to the floor. Each had a collar and leash around their necks. Free men would come in and inspect the slaves and lead them off down a darkened hallway. Shortly after I arrived at the wall one slave was selected and leadoff. I was ordered to get up on the platform and take his place. First, my ankles were cuffed then I was ordered to raise my hands above my head like the others. What choice did I have except to comply? Soon I was locked in and the men stepped away.

It wasn’t long until bar patrons started inspecting me like I was nothing but meat. I guess as a slave that is how many of them see me. I was felt up, had my ass probed to see how tight it was, my balls and cock squeezed to test my pain threshold. Several men checked me out before a young man with two naked slaves of his own approached. The two slaves looked so much alike they had to be brothers but not twins. I expected the man to inspect me but it was the slaves instead. After I was poked and probed the slaves looked to the man and nodded. He looked to one of the attendants and nodded. The attendant came and unlocked my restraints and the two slaves took my leash and lead me down the darkened hallway.

A short way down the hall the four of us entered a nice room with a bed and chairs. I was ordered to sit on the edge of the bed with my knees apart. One of the slaves kneeled between my legs and started sucking my cock. The man said that I wasn’t allowed to cum until I was sitting on the pleasure chair later this evening.

“You hear that slave if you cum you will be severely punished! However, B if you make him you will receive a reward of being able to fuck his ass. If not A you get to fuck him.” So the game was on. The slave sucking me did an impressive job of sucking my cock it was everything I could do to avoid cumming and receiving whatever punishment awaited me. Just when I thought I was over the edge the other slave started talking about “my grandmother.” Talk about boner killers. The sucking slave doubled his efforts but the owner called time just before I shot my load.

“Ok, A you get his ass. I was ordered on the bed and the slave got on top of me the other slave was ordered to get him lubed up. The slave sucked on his cock getting him hard and lubing him. I felt the sucking slave move off the bed and the other slave lined his cock up with my hole. At first, I just felt slight pressure against my hole but slowly ever so slowly his cock entered deeper and deeper. Soon I felt him against my ass and I moaned with bliss. Once he bottomed out in my hole and then started really pounding my ass. It hurt but felt great at the same time. Much too soon because my balls were begging for release he flooded my ass with what felt like buckets of cum. He pulled out and rolled me over and gave me kiss after kiss. This was the first time I had kissed another man even with my weeks of being a slave. It just felt right. Funny how I thought I was ever straight.

The slave that had sucked me said once his brother was done kissing me, “Thank you. I’m sure you know not many will tell you that now that you are a slave but since we are slaves too I want to tell you how much we appreciate the pleasure you brought us. Can you tell me your story? How did you end up here?”

I told him about my father losing his job and being sold off to save my family. I told him how I was shocked and hated it at first but as my training has continued that I now realized that this was where I was always meant to be. It was where I belonged. I explained that I was owned but had not yet met my Master, that I hoped he wasn’t too cruel but I knew regardless I would accept whatever he did to me.

Both the other slaves hugged me and wished me well. I went over to the Master and knelt and kissed his feet. Then I said, “Thank you Sir for allowing me this experience I am truly grateful. Is there any service I can provide you?”

He said, “No, slave thank you for your offer but I have my slaves to provide me service. Today was a reward to them for their faithful service to me.”

They led me back to the wall where once again I was locked up as before. Several other men inspected me but no one else used me until the time came for me to be taken to the pleasure chair. I was ordered to sit on the dildo and as soon as I was seated it started vibrating right against that special spot in my ass. Soon I felt the cum load building in my balls. A condom-like device with a tube at the end was placed over my cock and soon I was shooting my huge load. It was all collected. I was not given any break and the vibration only intensified. Although it took a bit longer soon the second load erupted from my cock. My balls were starting to feel empty but the vibration in my ass only increased again. This time it seemed to take forever and yet a third, but smaller load came. My balls were starting to ache from all the cumming but the process only continued with the vibration increasing each time I came. After the fourth load, I was told that I had to provide two cups of cum and I was at a cup and a half so I had better start thinking sexy thoughts so I could finish my quota before my time was up or I would be punished in the punishment room.

He pointed out a clock on the wall above my head. I only had fifteen minutes left. This did not look good. I started thinking about the hot slaves that I had just been with, I also thought about the things my owner would do to me in the future. It definitely helped I was able to shoot three more loads in the remaining time. However, I fell just an ounce short of my two-cup requirement. The guy in charge said, “Oh that’s a shame we will have to punish you. Since you were so close it will not be as severe as it would have been but you still will regret your failure.”

I was taken down from the pleasure chair and the next slave was ready to take my place. I was led down a different hallway to a large room. It was similar to the punishment center at Elite but slightly smaller. I was led to a platform in the center of the room and ordered to stand a cable was lowered from the ceiling high above and the loops at the end were put over my wrists. The cable was raised higher and higher until I could only stand on the very tips of my toes. I was informed that my punishment would be 50 lashes each of a paddle on my ass, followed by a tawse on my legs, then a whip to my back and chest, and finally a crop to my balls.

I was left dangling there awaiting my fate while word was spread through the bar about my punishment in order to get a good audience to watch. Soon the room was filled to capacity and the Punisher joined me on stage. He took the paddle and gave me the first swat. It hurt but I could tell he wasn’t putting everything into it, perhaps this is what they meant by it not being as severe as it could have been. The remaining swats were just as mild until the last one which he gave at full force. I admit I was dancing on my toes after that one.

The tawse hurt like hell even with the Punisher holding back a bit. But when it came to the whip the Punisher whispered to me that it was nearly impossible to hold back with a whip if it didn’t crack it was obvious that He wasn’t making it real. I simply nodded and braced for my fate. The whip hurt worse than anything I had ever felt even more than the whippings I had received as part of my training at the center. I suspect being stretched out like I was made it worse. The whip not only tore at the skin on my back but also my chest as it wrapped around my body. I thought I would pass out from the pain. Just when I couldn’t take anymore I was told that I had received my 50 strokes.

That left only the 50 with the crop on my cock and balls. Fortunately, the Punisher again was able to hold back some but it still hurt and I did more than my share of dancing. Once I was done I was let down and was told that I would now be walked back to the Training Center where I would receive medical treatment for my wounds. I was presented with sandals the soles of the sandals were very thin but the real punishment came from the fact that both had thumbtacks that had points that came up through the soles. I would be walking back the entire way on those points. It seemed to take forever to walk back the pain in my feet was intense. I tried to tiptoe but that only earned me a swat to the ass. Soon, but not soon enough, we reached the Training Center. I was immediately taken to the Medical Center and received treatment for the many cuts on my back and chest. Once I was laid on the table they began working on my wounds. Despite the pain of the cleaning and repair, I was so exhausted I was soon asleep.