Date: Sat, 25 Dec 2010 18:11:49 +0100
From: "Masterofjusting@gmail.com" <masterofjustin@gmail.com>
Subject: Justin's Challenge

Author's Note:

What follows is a work of fiction. It does contain a minor and man/man sex
- if this is not your taste, or if it's illegal to read such material in
your area of the world safely browse away.

The characters exists in a fictional world where many of the concerns that
are part of our normal daily life do not exist. Keep this in mind while
reading this and always mind your own safety and health.

Comments are welcome at: masterofjustin@gmail.com.


- 1 -

"I'm sorry Sir," Justin said.

Frank looked at the boy. Justin sat down in submissive position, kneeling,
upper body upright, head down with his hands behind his head. Naked. His
cock standing out from his body, a slender, tight cockring around the base
of his cock.

He was a beautiful boy, well trained in all aspects. After the initial
period of submission Justin had taken to his new role in life very well.
Without hesitation he performed the duties his master laid down for him. He
did his chores, his gymnastics and he endured the pain his master gave him.

He had an incredible body, like all the slaves that lived under Frank's
rule. Tight muscles, nice pecs, a developed six pack, slender legs with the
cables of strength underneath a tightly drawn skin, clearly visible.

Apart from the cock ring, that he was required to wear at all times there
was no other jewellery on his body.

Frank didn't like it; he preferred to see his boys in the natural. As they
moved around the house their muscles moved underneath their skin. Their
cocks pointed forward or upward, always erect as per his orders. He did
remove all their bodily hair, apart from their head. He liked them smooth.

"You should be, Justin. I'm very disappointed in you," Frank said, his
voice cold. "I gave you the specific instruction not to cum, and you
disobeyed."

Justin didn't say anything. His master was right.

"Was the challenge I set for you too difficult? Are you unable to meet my
demands?"

"No, I'm not Sir!" Justin sounded almost panicked - the thought of being
unworthy to service his master was unbearable.



Frank had not allowed Justin to cum in over three weeks. Justin had started
leaking pre-cum a week ago and his cockhead was a deep dark purple and had
never been bigger. When Tim and Peter had been fucking the leaking of
pre-cum had increased until it was a steady flow. Peter had really laid
into it, slamming his huge cock into the tight ass of the sixteen year
old. Even though Tim had only just joined the household he was becoming a
good slave. His endurance and ability to serve was impressive and he
reminded Frank of Justin in his first few months.

But Peter had shoved his cock, a good nine inches long and at least as wide
as a fist, into the tight ass of the boy in one, unlubed, push. Screaming
in pain Tim had cried the first few minutes as Peter raped his ass.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he started to accommodate the
huge girth and length of the cock. The precum, his own ass juices and he
was sure, even some blood, lubricated the assault. His brown hair, hanging
down in sweaty strands, his eyes, wet from the pain spoke a gratitude to
his master for making him endure this. Finally, after fifteen minutes of
the brutal fuck, Frank gave Peter permission to cum inside the young boy.

Justin had looked at, knowing fully well what Tim was feeling. The horrible
pain mixed with the near unbelievable pleasure as Peter's monster cock
massaged his prostrate. Master Frank demanded that all his boys trained
their ass muscles to stay as tight as possible. And whenever Peter fucked
Justin, the pain was as intense as always.

As he looked at the scene - standing upright, feet apart, hands locked
behind his head he strained for release. With every heartbeat his cock
bobbed up and down, drops of precum dropping on the floor. He tightened his
abs as his master liked and continued watching.

Peter glistened with sweat; he had been holding back his cum for a good ten
minutes now, knowing that his Master would be most displeased if he came
without permission. But the stimulation he got from his fellow slave was
enormous and it took him immense effort to continue ramming into the tight,
warm asshole and keep back the cum that was boiling in his balls.

When his master gave the go ahead he took firm hold of Tim's slender hips -
and rammed even harder into the boy. Justin saw Tim's eyes grow wider as
his ass was stretched even wider. He started to lean down on his elbows,
but broke the motion. Frank smiled. He had ordered the young slave to stay
on his knees and hands and he remembered that instruction - even now as his
ass was on fire.

Peter screamed as cum rushed through his cock and he shot his sperm into
the ass of Tim. Six or seven huge streams of seed came out his cockhead and
landed deep in the bowels of young Tim. As he came violently, his muscles
rippling his cock expanded even more and it send Tim over the edge. The
sixteen year old slave, in the care of Master Frank for only six weeks and
being fucked for the fourth time in his life, came without touching his
cock.

He howled and lifted his upper body to sit upright - Peter hugged him from
behind as strands of white seed shot from his cock, landing at Justin's
feet and on his legs.

All four watching slaves watched in awe at this scene, it was beautiful. As
strands flew from his cockhead, his body convulsed, restrained by Peter and
he continue to howl.

Finally, after a healthy amount of sperm had come out, even going down his
cock and balls master Frank stood up. With Peter's cock still buried in his
ass, he had sunken down on his hands again and waited for his master to
come.

Frank had kneeled down on his haunches in front of Tim and cupped his chin
with his hand.

"Thank you," he said and kissed him passionately. "You did very good and
pleased me immensely."

Frank produced a slim butt plug and put it in front of Tim.

"Now, your ass has been stretched firmly by Peter and I want you to learn
to tighten them. I want you tight always. This butt plug will fall out,
unless you clamp down on it and you will wear it for two days. If it does
fall out, I will punish you and you keep it in for another day."

He nodded towards Peter who pulled his cock out, producing an audible pop.
Tim's ass stayed open wide, inviting any and all who wanted to use him in.

Peter stood up, his cock half hard going to rock hard. He was well trained
and managed to stay hard all the time. Only after cumming at least four
times in a row did he become soft for a certain amount of time. He moved to
a free spot in the room, stood upright, tightened his abs, pecs and ass
muscles, locked his hands behind his head and assumed the ready position.

Tim looked at the small butt plug and leaned more upright. He picked it up
and positioned it behind himself. With his finger he felt at his asshole.
It was sore and as his finger touched it he flinched. He felt his hole
standing open.

Justin thought he was going to cum spontaneously, when he saw Tim's
handsome face flinch as he put the plug in and tried to close his ass
muscles around it. Justin's cock throbbed and pulsed, his precum was a
steady stream and his balls ached with demand for release.

Frank looked at Justin, his most prized possession and decided to see how
far along the boy was. Frank was determined that Justin would be the one to
steal the show in a year and a half but it would be a long, hard time until
then. Frank could hardly wait to see his perfect slave perform to
perfection. His toned, slender body glistening in sweat and writhing in
near unbearable pain. But until it was so, he needed to become even more
the ultimate slave.

"Michael," he said to the dark hard, bronze coloured slave standing next to
Justin. " It seems Justin and Tim have made a mess. Clean the floor and
Justin's cock thoroughly please."

Justin nearly panicked at that order. Michael was very hot and his tongue
worked wonders. And wonders was definitely not what he needed if he was to
keep his strict order not to cum.

"Yes master," Michael said and kneeled down on the floor without
hesitation. His round bubble butt sticking up in the air he started licking
up all the pre-cum and cum drops that Tim had deposited on the floor.
Eagerly he drank the nectar his brothers had deposited for him. He savoured
the taste as he swallowed it.

Meanwhile Tim was struggling to keep the plug in his ravaged asshole but he
had managed to clamp down. Though it was a conscious effort. He stood
upright and looked at Justin, his eyes watery from the pain he had endured,
but also with a glowing pride at what he achieved.

Justin's breath was ragged. Master Frank was a harsh and brutal master, but
also caring and loving. He never let his boys go without sexual release for
long, unless it was in punishment. And even then, he enjoyed his slaves too
much to let it last longer than a few days. He would make their cumming a
torment, but the release would be there. Justin was fucked at least three
times a day usually and came a minimum of five times, normally.

The poor slave didn't know what he had done to deserve this punishment but
that was inconsequential. What mattered was that he did and he tried to
please his master.

Frank saw Justin's chest heave and knew the boy was close. The slightest
stimulation would send him over the edge and he had to be mad with lust.
But still he served Frank with tremendous effort.

"Tim," Frank said to the young slave who had assumed the ready position
while he motioned Peter next to him. "It seems Peter's cock is still
dripping with your juices. I think you should clean him to thank him for
the gift he gave you."

Peter stood next to Tim, who kneeled down, clamping his painful ass muscles
on the plug. He opened his mouth and two meters in front of Justin he
started licking and sucking Peter's cock.

Michael meanwhile had finished the task of cleaning the floor and crawled
closer to Justin, he looked up at the perfectly sculpted face of his
brother, the blond hair in sweaty strands and the big pulsing cock above
him. He could see his balls jumping up in down in his ball sack and he knew
that Justin was impossibly close.

He felt for his fellow slave. Though he had no idea why Master Frank was
doing this to Justin, he obeyed his command. He stretched his tongue out
and licked the cum from Justin's leg. He felt the muscles underneath the
smooth skin tense and an audible groan escaped from Justin's mouth. A low,
guttural groan with a pleading desperation.

Tim continued to lick the completely erect cock of Peter and clean it
thoroughly. He licked behind the cockhead, cleaning every drop. The long,
thick shaft and the heavy balls.

Frank was proud as he watched Justin. The boy was struggling to keep his
seed in as Michael's tongue travelled upwards and his body spasmed. Sweat
poured down his skin, creating an incredible hot sight for the others
slaves and he was nearly out of breath.

Frank felt a wave of love for his boys and fought against the urge to give
his beloved Justin permission to cum. He wanted to take the boy and make
sweet love to him but he didn't. Justin could become the perfect slave -
was the perfect slave in the making and he would find true and final
fulfilment in that destiny. But to get there, he would explore his own
limits, in sex, endurance, pain and humiliation. He would explore and
expand on them. And right now he was amazing Frank with his ability to
continue.

"Peter," Frank said. "I think Tim would love to drink some of your seed, so
that his belly contains the same as his ass. Please, cum in his mouth."

Both slaves understood the order and Tim opened his mouth. Peter grabbed
the back of the head of the sixteen year old and started pushing his cock
into his mouth. Tim struggled a bit to get all nine inches into his mouth,
but that he had been practicing a lot. He gagged twice and then relaxed
visible as Peter started fucking his mouth.

Michael's tongue slid across Justin's balls and the boy gave a yelp. This
was too much. He balls retracted, his cock expanded even more. With a
tremendous of will Justin managed to push back the ejaculation, an action
that was rewarded with a huge surge of beating, prickling pain in his cock
and balls. He nearly collapsed and as cramp shot into his left
leg. Trembling Justin held his cum in. Tears started to stream down his
face and he sobbed.

He had no choice but to watch Tim suck Peter and feel Michael's expert
tongue work on his balls, moving slowly up to his shaft. Peter's buttocks
contracted with each motion forward, his huge cock pushing past the
kissable lips of the young boy. He wouldn't need much time.

Michael had now arrived at the base of Justin's cock, licking up every drop
of precum that he found. Cleaning the straight, rock hard dick of his
brother slave with a passion that was partly out of training and partly
because he absolutely loved the taste of Justin's juices. In the same vein
he was partly praying that Justin would be able to hold on and partly that
Justin would shoot.

Peter increased his pace and his balls slapped against Tim's chin. The boy
struggled a bit more with the ferocity of the face fuck but took it like a
pro. He kept his mouth open en drew breath whenever Peter retreated.

"Master, I'm ready," Peter said.

"Go ahead,' Frank said.

Michael opened his mouth and took Justin's cockhead in, he needed to clean
that thoroughly and suck out the shaft of the flow of precum. Peter groaned
and started shooting down Tim's throat, he rammed his huge cock all the way
in, pushed Tim's head hard into his groan and unloaded another copious
amount of cum in the young slave. Devoted, Tim swallowed it all down and
gave Peter plenty of time to enjoy the pleasure of his orgasm.

That was too much for Justin - as Michaels tongue started to swirl around
his hyper sensitive glands he followed Peter. He screamed out as he finally
could no longer hold back. The first spurt of burning hot cum shot out of
his cock head, all the way down Michaels throat. It was followed by a huge
spurt that followed suit, the salty taste filling Michael's mouth.

Master Frank never wanted cum to go to waste from his boys, so Michael kept
his mouth on Justin's cock, swallowing down the sperm with passion. He
started sucking on the cock to drain it. Shot after shot came out of
Justin's cock. At six Michael lost count but Justin's wasn't done yet. An
enormous amount of cum came out of the poor boy as he continued
screaming. He was always a big ejaculator, but now it seemed like there was
no end to it.

His mind was reeling with passion and lust - the feel of Michael's throat
was familiar to him and much loved. His balls churned out cum so hot it
seared his insides. Finally his legs gave way and he fell on the
floor. Michael only briefly lost contact with his dick, another sizeable
strand of cum landed on his face before he could swallow the rest.

Finally it stopped, the flow of cum out of his cock ceased and Justin came
to himself. He quickly realized that he had failed his Master seriously.

With a guilty look on his face he kneeled down even as his spent cock rose
to full attention again, locked his hands behind his head and shivered.



"You say that Justin, but it does seem that way to me," Frank replied. He
knew fully well that there was no way the young man, 21 years of age, would
have been able to hold back with all the stimulation he had provided him
with and he had loved it when it had happened.

He nodded to Michael who swept away the cum from his face and licked it off
his fingers. Then he locked his hands behind his head and stayed kneeling.

"Of course, you are not the only one to blame. You came against my express
order not to, but Michael was the direct cause of that failure."

"I'm sorry sir," Michael said. "I didn't want to fail you sir."

"You will be punished momentarily, both of you will," Frank continued - for
Michael the punishment would be brutal but swift, for Justin it would bring
him to the point of breaking.

"Peter," Frank ordered. "Get me two straps and two canes."

"Yes master," Peter said and ran out of the room.

Justin was still struggling to keep his breath. He didn't want to think of
what was about to come and his mind went to the unbelievable orgasm he had
just had. He had lost track of everything around him and it had nearly
spent him. But he had failed master Frank and he felt very guilty about
that. Whatever it was that Master Frank was punishing him for must be
something very grave and that forced the fear upon him that he might be
expelled if he didn't perform well.

"You two, get two chairs and bent over," Frank told Justin and Michael.

With their eyes still downcast they complied, putting them next to each
other. They reached over the backside to grasp the seat. An uncomfortable
position for sure, but one that stretched their asses out and made the
punishment 'hit home'.

"Justin," Frank said. "Look at me."

Justin looked up at his master and was strengthened by what he saw. For his
master looked at him with a firm and strong love in his eyes.

"You will be punished now, together with Michael, but that is not all of
it. Afterwards, you will receive very specific instructions from me how you
will make up for your transgression. I repeat my instruction that you are
not to cum, unless I give you permission. I need you to work on that as
you'll need to be able to hold it back regardless of the stimulation,"
Frank sounded kind and all slaves hung on his lips, not least of all
Justin. "After tonight it will become much, much worse for you and you will
not understand why. But I need you to do the very best you can, go on even
when you think you cannot. Do you promise that you will?"

Justin looked gratefully at his master. Though he had no idea why his
master was doing this all to him, and his heart chilled when he heard,
much, much worse, he at least now knew he was doing it for his Master. That
would give him the strength to go on.

"Yes master, I will!" Justin promised.

"I know you will," and he kissed Justin softly on his lips. He moved over
to Michael and kissed him softly as well.

"Do you accept your punishment Michael?"

"Yes master," Michael said.

"Good. Ah, Peter is back," Frank motioned John, his oldest slave to come
over. "They have the strap and the cane with them. Peter you will spank
Michael, John, you will spank Justin."

Justin shuddered. John was strong as a bull and neither would be holding
back as it would displease their master.

"You'll start off with a hundred hits with the leather strap, make them
hurt. Following that you'll give another fifty with the cane." Frank
instructed.

Both slaves looked at each other as they heard their master order their
sentence. Their eyes mirrored the fear they felt. It was a harsh sentence
and they would feel the pair for days to come.

"When that is done, Justin and Michael will spread their ass cheeks and
expose their holes for you. You will administer another twenty with the
cane, straight on their holes. All are counted out of course."

Michael swallowed hard. He would be hard pressed to endure all that.

"Justin, as your failure is far more grave than Michael's your suffering
will be longer," Frank continued and the painful fear deep in Justin's
belly grew twice in size. It was already pretty bad as he was getting, and
his master was going to add. "Once that has been done, you will give
Michael a really great blowjob to make up for your part in his pain. While
you are doing that, John will start spanking you with the strap again. One
slap every ten seconds. This will continue until Michael cums and you have
sucked up all his seed.

"Half of the slaps you receive with the strap will then be administered
with the cane and half of that again on your hole. The sooner you apologize
to Michael, the less it will be."

Justin sobbed, he couldn't help it. He was pretty good at giving a blow job
but he had never given one while being spanked, really hard, on his ass.

"Go," Frank said and Peter and John pulled their arms back.

Two very loud, nearly simultaneous cracks sounded through the room as the
straps landed on the asses of Justin and Michael.

"One," both said, the pain running through them.

By twenty Justin's ass was on fire, by forty he cried out at every slap and
he vaguely realized why John only rarely was given order to spank any of
the other slaves. He hit with the force of a truck - and each slap made
Justin feel like his ass would burn off.

At sixty both he and Michael were crying and their counting was just a
whimper.

The other two slaves, Tim and Rick, watched as cringed a bit whenever the
straps hit flesh.

At eighty Justin thought he was going to die. He cried out loud and he had
trouble standing up. His cock had gone completely limp and every thought of
the great orgasm he just had was gone. Finally he counted out a hundred and
there was a brief respite as John and Peter switched their tools.

The strap was more of a broad, fiery pain all over - the cane was a
stinging, burning pain that came with a slight delay. If done wrong it
could leave permanent scaring, but Master Frank never allowed that.

When Justin croaked 'five' he could barely stand up. His legs were shaking
and his arms were exhausted. But still the beating of his ass continued.

At the twentieth hit with the cane Justin started screaming in agony. He
couldn't contain himself. The pain was too much and he wanted to plead
mercy from Frank, but he had no strength to do so. Michael switched to a
tormented wailing instead of counting, neither boy had the endurance to
keep up the out load counting.

At thirty Michael's legs gave way and they got a brief respite and he
regained his composure standing up over the chair. In that time Justin
spotted Frank looking at them with a clear expression of pride - pride at
them for doing so well. He steeled himself.

The last twenty took forever. Swish, pang, swish pang - Justin managed to
count out another four before he started screaming again. His ass wasn't on
fire, it was ablaze. Every sting of the cane began like a tiny spot of
horrible pain and flared out into the rest of his body. He was out of
breath from the pain and crying so hard he couldn't see anything.

The cane stopped.

"Justin, Michael, spread them,"

Justin reached behind him, claiming some hidden strength reserve to comply
with his master's command. He was shaking all over and when his hands touch
his ass cheeks he cried out. The pain was immense and they were glowing
hot. He could feel the welts of the cane. As he spread his cheeks so that
his fuck hole was visible he nearly fell of the chair.

Cold air touched his shaven asshole, the hole he gladly offered up for his
Master. If his master wanted him to endure this, he would. That was the
promise he made when he became Frank's slave after his initiation. He would
perform any task his master wanted of him, if he could.

And Justin doubted that he could this time.

The swooshing sound came again and the cane hit dead centre on his brown
rose.

"One," Justin croaked.

Michael was unable to say anything. He just screamed loudly as the cane
started hitting his asshole.

John landed hit after hit on the little target - perfect aiming. Finally it
stopped. Justin couldn't' bear anymore, yet knew that he would have to. He
prayed for a few minutes respite to catch his breath.

His ass was on fire and he was dripping sweat from the exhaustion. He
wanted to crash to the floor, huddle up in a foetal position and cry. He
doubted he could ever walk again.

"Well done," Frank said. "Michael, get in front of Justin. Justin grab the
chair again."

"Yes master," both boys said with hoarse voices.

Justin let go of his ass - his hole was stinging like a thousands bees were
using it continuously for target practice. His buttocks were beating with a
deep pain that he felt to his core.

Michael stood in front of Justin, his cock limp. Not surprising. Justin
wondered if he would ever be able to get hard again after this. He couldn't
imagine what it would be like now, when he had just been pushed to and over
his own limit. He couldn't accept anything more - but he had to.

"I think it would be best if you both kneeled down,' Frank said. "You can
grasp Michael's hips for stability Justin. That should help you."

Stiffly - god, how could moving hurt so much - Justin put the chair to the
side and kneeled down on the floor. He saw Tim and Rick looking at
him. Their faces pale and drawn. It was clear they felt very sorry for him,
but Rick also gave him a wink. 'You can do this Justin!' he meant to
say. The gesture was appreciated by Justin and he found he had some more
strength.

He would make his master proud and show his brother slaves what it meant to
truly serve.

By the time they had positioned themselves to Justin's frustration -
Michael's cock was still completely limp. Not a good sign. It was one of
the first things they had learned from master Frank.

John looked at his Master with a question in his eyes. He wouldn't dare to
question his Master's orders - never did, but after seven years as his
slave he knew his Master well, just as his master knew him. Frank gave the
tiniest of nods, something none of the others picked up, but for John it
was enough.

He would give Justin a serious trashing, but not like before.

Justin put one hand on the floor for support and took Michaels dick in the
other. He opened his mouth and took Michaels wonderful rod into his
mouth. Immediately the first slap landed.

It wasn't a scream Justin produced, it was something else. It was far, far
worse than anything from before. The pain was red hot and it seared through
his entire ripped body. His calves reacted, his abs, his pecs, his arms -
everything echoed with that pain.

'No god no,' he thought -'I cannot do this.'

But he would not give up. He started licking Michaels cock head. Moving his
tongue into the piss slit and around the edge behind. He moved the skin up
and down along the shaft and got Michael hard as another three slaps hit
home. He continued crying and shaking uncontrollably.

Michael tried to ignore the pain in his ass and body as he concentrated on
the great feeling of Justin's warm mouth sucking on his shaft. Michael's
dick was about seven inches when fully hard, and not too thick He had very
low hanging balls that swung freely - something Master Frank had made use
of quite a few times.

As Justin moved further down his now fully hard cock, sucking and licking
and softly nibbling another seven slaps landed on his ass. Each resounded
through the room and as Michael looked down he saw that Justin was beyond
pain now.

Justin was an exquisite beauty and his back was no exception. Without an
ounce of fat on his entire frame his wider shoulders tapered to a narrow
waist and two perfect, smooth ass cheeks. But the ass cheeks were a deep,
dark and angry red now. As the strap landed on his cheeks they rippled up
and the ripple proceeded through his body.

Even when he started deepthroating Michael, swallowing his cockhead and
using his throat muscles to milk him he never stopped crying or wailing in
unbearable pain.

Michael willed himself to cum - trying as he might but it took time. Even
though Justin was a great cocksucker and used his entire mouth to bring him
maximum pleasure, there was still a lot of pain to overcome in his body.

Michael felt that first familiar feeling in his balls when the thirtieth
slap arrived on Justin's ass.

"Play with my balls," Michael whispered between two slaps.

Normally Justin would play forcefully with his balls but he was so far gone
now that he didn't have a coherent thought about anything.

He grasped Michael's balls and didn't play with them - he yanked them
down. Michael groaned from pleasure as they ached from the force. The
feeling rose up much faster now. Justin squeezed harder and pressed his
face into Michael's groin - taking in all of Michael's meat. Sucking like
his life depended on it - and it felt like that.

Finally, when the forty-second slap landed Michael felt the spasm of his
cock and balls and forgetting about his ass he rammed forwards pushing
Justin back. He unloaded his jizz into Justin's mouth. He looked down but
couldn't see Justin's handsome face, the high cheekbones, the slender nose,
the clear blue eyes, and the totally untarnished skin. He groaned in
pleasure, blowing his nut into the boy. Still the slaps landed and Michael
fed Justin six nice strands of seed before he was done.

'Keep you cock in his mouth Michael. He will require your help." Frank
ordered. "How many slaps was that Justin?" he asked the crying boy. There
came no answer, just sobs and tears.

"Forty four. That means twenty two with the cane and eleven on the
whole. Michael will help you with the last eleven, by spreading your ass
cheeks. You will continue sucking him in the meantime.

Justin sort of nodded in acknowledgement. His blond hair was a mess of
knots and sweat, his ass was hot enough to boil a pan of water on he felt
and he was incapable of any coherent thought.

The twenty two with the cane went by in one, nearly endless, period of
agonizing pain. He sucked on Michael's cock as if it was his lifeline and
with the brunt of the agony over, Michael didn't take long to get hard
again.

John waited ten seconds between each blow but that did nothing to make it
more endurable. If Justin had been able he would have asked for fast hits
but he wasn't.

Eventually Michael bent over and he put his hands on the ass of Justin. An
ass that was so immensely fuckable that he got even more excited when he
pulled them apart. The flesh nearly burned his hands. Justin moved forward
into Michael, trying to get away from the pain Michael's hands caused him.

John aimed and hit - Justin's normally deliciously brown sphincter was red
and swollen and when the cane landed he buckled up. His back arched up and
he nearly pushed Michael off. His mouth clamped down on Michael's cock -
briefly, but painfully still.

"Just a few more," Michael said as he kissed Justin's lower back. "You can
do it."

Frank obviously heard but didn't say anything. He was always proud and
happy when his slaves helped each other get through - it spurred them on to
greater effort.

Justin stopped sucking when the third blow landed; his world only consisted
of pain now. At six his shaking became so bad that Michael had to press
down to make sure he didn't move away.

He kept kissing Justin's lower back while whispering encouragement. Michael
didn't know why Master Frank was so tough on the beautiful slave, but he
didn't question the need. He would only help Justin get through this.

Finally the last of the blows landed and John stepped back. So did Michael
and as he retreated Justin fell over. As he landed on his side he probably
didn't even notice the surge or pain in his tormented ass. He was too far
gone. His face was tear and snot streaked, flushed and a mask of agony.

"Peter, take care of Michael," Frank said, his voice soft with the infinite
kindness that he was capable of. "He has earned comfort. I'll take care of
Justin myself. The rest of you, my slaves, you can continue with your
duties. I'll see you at dinner."

Frank walked over to Justin and softly caressed the face of his lovely
boy. He moved away a few strands of hair that hung in his eyes.

"You make me so very proud Justin, you have endured what I thought would be
unendurable. I don't think I've ever loved you more. Let me take care of
you now."

Frank was a very strong man and he put his arms underneath Justin's knees
and shoulders. He lifted him up as if he weighted even less than the
seventy kilo's he did weigh at one eighty long.

In a delirium of pain, a world of red blackness, Justin felt the powerful
presence of his master near and as Frank carried him towards the bedroom to
take care of his slave Justin had never felt safer. The sound of the
beating heart of his master was a comforting rhythm.