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A Slave Gets A Treat on his Third Anniversary

Tweaks By SwampRat

Jim had owned Mike for three years. In that time he had developed into a very
good slave. Mike was not as subservient as he should have been when they first
began living as Master and slave, but with proper training and a firm
application of the whip, he had finally been completely broken. Tomorrow would
be the third anniversary, so Jim decided he would reward Mike for his faithful
service.

What kind of reward do you give a slave who has responded to your every whim
for three years. Jim no longer did laundry or housework. He didn't cook or
wash dishes. He didn't even wash or wax his car. Mike did everything Jim
wanted, then gave his tight ass to Jim for a great fuck afterward. Not a bad
deal. No...if he was going to give Mike a nice present, it had to be special.
And we are not talking Church Lady special here....

After thinking long and hard and getting long and hard while he thought, Jim
hit on the perfect idea. What better way to celebrate three years of slavery
than to give Mike the most involved, intense workout he had ever had. Jim
would do everything to Mike he could think of....push him to his limits and
beyond. By enduring the agonizing pain and humiliation, Mike would understand
his true worth to his Master and be further reminded of his status as a slave.

The next day, Jim was ready. He had the dungeon in the basement equipped with
a few new toys and he had some ideas that were really bizarre. Mike came home
from work having just been paid. Following the normal ritual on payday, Mike
stripped and put on his slave harness and leather jock. Meeting Jim in the
dungeon, he knelt at his Master's feet, kissed them, and offered his pay to
his Master. "Please Master, accept this humble token of your obedient slave's
service." Jim took the money, then told Mike he had an anniversary surprise.

Wanting to get right to work, Jim cuffed Mike's hands and tied them above his
head. He removed the slave harness and jock and left Mike naked in the middle
of the dungeon. Mike had a very nice body. He was very slim, with hairy chest
and crotch. His eyes were a beautiful steely blue, and his dark mustache
drooped over an eager smile. His cock, seven inches and cut, was able to take
the most abusive of treatment and come back for more. He knew he was in for
something special, and he was eager to serve.

Jim brought in a bowl of hot water, a pair of scissors, a can of shave cream,
and a straight razor. After using the scissors to trim the hair, he wet Mike's
chest and covered it with the shave cream. Using long, slow strokes with the
razor, he slowly shaved Mike's chest. He took great pains as he circled the
pierced nipples to make certain every hair was gone. After he finished the
chest, he shaved under Mike's arms, then moved to the crotch. As he trimmed
the bush with his scissors, Mike asked him not to shave his cock and balls.
Picking up a nearby whip, Jim gave him five licks, leaving five large, red
welts on his freshly shaved chest. Jim did not take kindly to a slave telling
him what to do.

Getting back to the business at hand, Jim finished shaving Mike's cock and
balls, then concluded his stint as a barber by shaving Mike's legs. Standing
there, tied to the ceiling, without a hair on his body, Mike looked more like
a little boy than the 23 year old man he was. Now Jim was ready to begin the
real workout. He untied Mike and took off his cuffs. Leading Mike to the
sling, he put him in it and bound him to it. With his hands and feet tied out
of the way, Mike was at his most vulnerable. Jim lubed his right hand and arm,
then inserted his fingers, one at a time, into Mike's waiting ass. When his
fingers were in, he forcefully rammed his fist into Mike's ass.

As Mike gasped in pain, Jim began punch-fucking his slave's ass. "This isn't a
real man's asshole, scumbag, this is a little boy-pussy! Why don't you admit
you aren't a real man at all...you are a little boy who thinks he's a man." As
Jim continued his assault on Mike's ass, he could tell Mike was really getting
into this. Great! Now he could move on to the good stuff.

Yanking his clenched fist from Mike's ass, Jim stood up and walked around the
sling. He stuck his nine inch cock in Mike's mouth and ordered him to suck. As
Mike began sucking, Jim let go with a stream of piss that could float a
battleship. Mike gagged as the warm yellow liquid filled his mouth. As began
frantically trying to swallow all of his Master's piss, it began spilling out
over his face and dripping into the floor. Jim continued the flow as long as
he could, then removed his cock from Mike's mouth. "You like that piss boy?"
Mike nodded in agreement. Even though he had never had his Master's piss in
his mouth, he had been pissed on before. The taste, still lingering in his
mouth, was really great.

Jim untied Mike and helped him out of the sling. He took him to the whipping
post, a nine foot tall contraption that he had ordered Mike to build. Mike had
worked diligently to build the monster, which kept him tied spread eagle so
his ass and back were well exposed for the whip. His reward for the excellent
craftsmanship was a whipping that left him unable to wear a shirt for three
days. The whip had cut so deep that almost any movement caused his back to
begin bleeding again. Mike hoped his anniversary whipping would be that good.

After Mike was securely tied, Jim got his three inch wide leather strap. He
whipped Mike's back and ass until they were bright red. After he had warmed up
his slave's whipping zone, he got his cat and showed it to Mike. "This is
your's boy. This is what I'm going to use to show you what pain really is."
Drawing back the cat, Jim began a vicious attack on Mike's ass. After 25
lashes, he stopped. Mike's ass was a mess, with cuts and welts all over it.
There were several cuts which bled quite a bit. One small stream of blood had
dripped halfway down Mike's freshly shaved thigh. As Mike moaned in
pain/pleasure, Jim went to work on his back. After each blow, he would ask
Mike if he liked it. "Thank you sir, please continue!" Mike replied after
each.

Mike was used to being whipped. He loved it, in fact. Tonight, though, Jim had
a special treat for his slave. Going to his torture table, he came back with a
bottle which was frighteningly familiar to Mike. After his weight training,
Mike often used Heet to soothe his muscles. The hot liquid warmed him deep
inside and made the effort of his weight training less painful. He knew what
was next. Jim opened the bottle and started pouring on Mike's shoulders. As
the fiery liquid dripped over his open cuts, Mike screamed in pain. He had
never felt this kind of pain. Jim then began rubbing it in, pressing hardest
in those areas where there was a cut.

JIm decided it was time for a break, before he moved to the final phase of
tonight's session. He took a large dildo and crammed it into Mike's ass. He
then put a full hood on him, with the snap on covers over his mouth and eyes.
Once Mike was secured, Jim left him tied up and went upstairs. He fixed a
snack and rested for about an hour. When he decided Mike was ready, he went
back to the dungeon.

"You are a dog" he told Mike. "So I have decided to treat you like one." When
he untied Mike, the slave dropped to the ground. When ordered to get on his
hands and knees, he complied. Jim brought in a can of Alpo, opened it, and
poured it on the floor. "Eat it Fido!" he yelled at Mike. Mike began licking
the dog food, almost gagging with each taste. As he began taking the slimy
chunks of food in his mouth, he thought of his position...how he really was no
better than a dog. His aim in life was service of his Master. Since his Master
wanted him to eat this stuff, he had to do it and enjoy it. Knowing his Master
Jim was getting pleasure from it gave him the strength to continue eating. He
loved his Master and would do anything to please him.

It was a good thing he was willing to do anything, because what happened nest
stunned him. He had engaged in bizarre sex before, once even spending a day in
the hole of a latrine at a campsite, but this was a bit more than he had
expected.

Jim had left and returned a few minutes later with the neighbor's dog. The dog
was a large male German Shepherd named Max. Max had been trying for two days
to get out to fuck another neighbor's dog which was in heat. Since Max was so
horny, Jim decided Mike the slave could help him out. Laying on his still
painful back, Mike didn't know what exactly what would happen. Jim led the dog
over his slave and ordered Mike to do everything he would normally do to Jim.
While Mike positioned himself between the dog's hind legs, Jim petted Max, and
waited. Mike slowly licked on the leathery ball-sac, making the dog whine.
Then, he opened his mouth, and sucked them inside. His tongue slid around the
dog's nuts, and his warm mouth made then swell with cum. "Enough. Time to show
Max just how much of a slut you are."

He ordered Mike up on to his hands-and-knees, then led the horny Shepherd up
to Mike's head. The dog-cock was already half out of it's sheath, red and
dripping pre-cum. "Lick it." Mike thought he was going to vomit. But his
master's had given him an order. Mike lapped on the curled tip, finding the
taste wasn't so bad, once you got used to it. "Peel him." Mike pulled the
sheath back, until two large knobs slid out, holding the skin in place. Now,
all seven inches were exposed, and it bobbed in front of Mike as the dog
whined, and yelped.

Jim grinned, and let go of the Shepherd's collar. Max mounted the man's face,
humping and snarling, as Mike took the dog to the roots. Mike the slave began
to enjoy his servicing of Max the dog. As he sucked, the dog violently
thrusted his hard dog cock into Mike's mouth, balls thumping into Mike's chin.
Much too soon for Mike, the dog came. Strong and runny, it reminded him of
piss.. Max whined, pulling back. Jim looked at his slave, who didn't know what
to think about his ordeal. He seemed ashamed to admit he liked sucking the
dog's dick. "Of course you liked it" Jim explained, "One dog always likes
getting another one off. Now, you are going to like being fucked.." He steered
the animal around to Mike's ass. Max sniffed his butt, licked it. Then Jim
lifted his fore-paws. Mike felt a thrill of pain, as the blunt claws dug into
his ribs. The pointy-tip slapped up his ass-crack. Found the puckered ring.
Wedged it open.

Mike shook his head. The doggy-cock was turning him on. His master sat in
front of him. "Dog, lick on this.." He pulled on Mike's collar. Mike groaned
as the canine hunched, buggering him. His tongue slid across his master's
dick. Max howled, hind paws digging into his legs, furry belly pounding the
man rapidly. Jim grabbed a handful of hair, pulling Mike's mouth into his
crotch. Both males snarled, ejaculating deep in the slave. Whose own orgasm
overwhelmed him. Dizzily, he swallowed his Master's cum. Wiggled his ass
against his canine Master's haunches. Max flopped on his back, panting. Then
was pulled free, and taken back outside. When Jim returned, he made Mike clean
the floor off.. With his tongue.

As Jim prepared to close the training session, he told Mike they were going to
do something very different. Since Mike was used to extreme pain and
humiliation, he didn't know what could be more unusual. He was surprised as
Jim began to slowly, gently, massage his chest. Kneeling over him on the
floor, Jim gave his slave a long, deep kiss. More tender than the violent
approach they had become accustomed to. As they kissed, their arms wrapped
around each other, Mike realized something he had not understood until now.
His Master really did love him. By hurting him Jim allowed Mike to be a true
slave. By being a true slave, Mike provided an outlet for his Master's violent
desires. Together, they were a perfect match.

Their kisses continued...long, wet kisses that were more tender than anything
Mike had experienced. As he lay on the floor in his Master's loving arms, Mike
felt a sharp pain in his side. Jim's fist had hit his ribcage very hard. "Just
don't want you to forget that I won't be like this very often".

The End