True Submission: Chapter 5

Jake’s sleep was very disturbed through the night, his cock longing to be free of its plastic prison. He was awake as the siren began as eager as he was to find out todays agenda his lack of sleep didn’t give him a lot of enthusiasm. As was now the norm each boy was wheeled out to their individual experience and today was no different. Jake ended up in a room very different to any he had experienced before, the from floor to ceiling every wall was mirrored, endless reflections show his naked body crouched in the cage. Around the room several tables were laid out, but large white sheets covered the implements which he had a feeling would be used on him. The slaves that pushed him into the room removed him from his cage and strapped him to a St Andrews cross, his bare back and ass on full display to the room.

A few minutes passed before the door opened and his Master for the day walked in. The Master was huge, both tall and extremely muscular, the dark leather tank top showed off his bulging biceps and tight leather trousers made his legs look like tree trunks. His skin was immaculate and well shaved he was in his prime and the wry smile he had sent shivers up Jake’s spine. “Good morning boy, I am Master Eric but you may address me as sir.” He spoke softly and glided towards Jake, examining every inch of his body as he approached. “Today you are in for a world of pain, I will make every fibre of your body scream and only when you are a mess of worthless shit on the floor will I let you go.” He pulled Jakes hair back sharply and gazed sternly into his eyes, “you have a fire in your eyes boy and from what I’ve heard you are a faggot that will do what he’s told.” Eric released his hair and walked towards a table, removing the sheet Jake saw various floggers, whips, canes and other instruments that he knew would hurt.

“We’ll start light, something to warm you up.” Eric grabbed a long-tailed flogger and got into position behind Jake, he stretched out his arm and began his beating. Jake grunted as a series of light smacks made their way up his back; he had never been much for pain, but this was bearable for now. Eric kept a strong pace for a while, gradually pinking up Jakes back, ass and lower legs. As time went on he could see Jake’s breathing start to hasten, and so moved on to his next torture device. “How did you find that boy?” Jake was not prepared for the question but tried to answer truthfully, “It was ok sir” his voice cracked a little hoping Eric wouldn’t jump to something much harder. The Master smirked and selected a nice long cane, he took a few practice swings making Jake flinch slightly. “Now boy you are to count these out”, “Yes sir” Jake’s reply came before he knew what he had said. The first few cracks made Jake cry out but he made sure to count loudly or he would suffer more, the red stinging heat already forming on his buttocks he hoped this would go quickly. Eric made him count out twenty strokes of the cane, ten on each buttock, he could see in the mirror horizontal lines forming already. Jake was sweating and breathing heavily, he was surprised at his pain tolerance and hoped he would be able to get through the day, but something about his Master’s warning made him think he wasn’t going to be this composed for long.

A few hours passed, various whips, canes and even chains were used to abuse Jake. His body becoming red raw and every nerve screaming in pain. All he could see in the mirrors was his body being broken more and more, a tear ran down his cheek as a group of naked slaves moved a padded table into the room. Jake was moved from the cross to the table, he lay face up with his arms and legs chained up. Jake’s cock still confined to its cage started to grow as Jake realised how helpless his situation was. Eric moved around the room lighting various candles and leaving them burning on the tables, then he grabbed a metal bucket and walked towards Jake. The sound of water sloshing around emanated from the bucket with the slight clink that meant it was full of ice. Eric took a few cubes from the bucket and placed them on Jake’s sternum, the instant cold shot through his body making him more aware of his burning behind. The Master took another cube and began to draw patterns over Jake’s body, making his nipples small and erect, leaving him short for breath and then letting some drops land onto the chastity cage and work down to his shrivelling cock. “Exposure to different elements does heighten the senses, fire and ice seems almost barbaric but it is fun to watch you squirm” Eric’s words were almost muffled to Jake as he tried to jerk his body around and get rid of the ice, after several minutes of ice being placed all over his body and even in his mouth Jake was almost numb to it. This is when The Master brough out a candle.

Taking a thin red candle Eric held it high above Jake’s chest, his eyes screaming for Eric to stop but his body and mind keeping him locked in his subservient state. Eventually a large glob of wax dripped and landed on him Jake winced at the sharp burning sensation as it felt like lava was going through his skin, Eric allowed a gentle sprinkling of wax to drop over his chest and abdomen making Jake pull against his restraints to no avail. The Master took his time working up layers of wax over Jake’s nipples, sternum, belly button, every now and then using the ice to make the sensation more powerful. “Looks like the only thing left to use this candle on is your cock boy” Eric had a wide grin as he unlocked Jake’s cock, it immediately sprang up fully hard as the Master had anticipated, “good, a large cock like that gives me more area to torture”. Eric took a candle and began dripping it along Jake’s ball sack, allowing little rives of wax to flow down towards Jake’s still red ass. Jake screamed in pain as it felt like an iron was pressed against his balls, his muscles tensed and he writhed within his shackles but was firmly stuck and left to his Master’s disposal. Once all of the wax had solidified Eric took the bucket and threw the remaining freezing water over Jake, he tried to scream but lost his breath at the sudden cold impact. Then quickly Eric was using the flogger to remove any wax from Jake’s body, even his balls were beaten until clean.

Jake lay there for several minutes, his body spasming as his muscles ached from their punishments and beatings. His breathing slowly returned to normal and he awaited his Master’s next tool. Eric was slowly pacing the room apparently having difficulty choosing his next method of torture, then a smirk crossed his face and he grabbed something black and rubbery. He approached Jake slowly unfolding it to become a gas mask “This one will teach you that even the air you breathe is a gift from your Master”, without skipping a beat the mask was slipped over Jake’s face and zipped down to his neck. Breathing didn’t become too difficult with the mask, the main issue was he could now only see through two small holes limiting his vision of what the Master was going to do to him. Jake felt the front of the mask being messed with and suddenly breathing in became more difficult, he was having to really force himself to get a full breath of air then suddenly during a deep breath he was cut off. It took a second to get used to the feeling of being unable to breath in, he was able to breath out but the air was lost either out the front of back of the mask. After several second Jake’s began to panic his lungs needing fresh air and he started to struggle in his chains, the Master let him struggle a few seconds before letting Jake breathe, he quickly got in some fast deep breaths hoping he would be able to store extra air for next time. He continued breathing but soon found that the breaths weren’t as fulfilling as they should be, each breath seemed to not be filling his lungs with oxygen and slowly he was needing more and more fresh air. The struggle of holding breaths and breathing his recycled air continued for awhile before eventually he was hyperventilating. Before he passed out though Jake felt the cool rush of normal air and began inhaling as much as he possibly could. Jake managed to get mostly back to normal before the smell of the air took a turn, suddenly it smelt like the toilets in a dodgy pub as the putrid scent of piss filled his mask and lungs.

A long game of Jake trying to hold his breath to avoid the stench of piss and trying not to pass out began. Soon his head was swimming, and he found him self getting used to the smell, his cock becoming erect once again. Jake knew that this had been the Master’s aim all along, not to break him to tears but to break him into liking being punished. There was another hour of his breathing being stopped by Eric, even to the point where Jake thought he passed out a few times but coming around to the smell of piss knowing his Master was in control made him want more. Eventually it came to an end, the gas mask was removed, Jake was placed back in his cage to return to the group and as he was leaving he saw Master Eric with a large grin across his face. Jake had one final day of examinations and he expected that to be the hardest yet.