Date: Sun, 3 Feb 2013 15:40:34 -0800
From: john smith <obedientboy4sir@gmail.com>
Subject: Learning to serve series - chapter 22

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Chapter Twenty-two - intensity


Both twink slave bois recovered quickly from their lashes with the three
different canes, once Dr, Heilman stepped in with smelling salts. They were
ordered to stand and walk through the crowd, a vote of the Masters present
would determined the best cane to use.

When they stood in front of us, their marked boi-asses were inches from my
face. i could smell the sweat and fear on them. Pecs reached out and rubbed
the three angry stripes on their asses. He carefully explained the order of
the stripes and which implement inflicted them. All were red and mean
looking, but they got worse in descending order. The Slicer was harsh, the
Twisted Fuck was harsher, the Abrasor was harshest. Pecs voted for the
Twisted Fuck, slapped the bois' asses and sent them over to Timmy's Master.

Pecs whispered to me that the Slicer rod was applied that last time. Using
the Twisted Fuck now would leave the Abrasor rod and a fear mechanism to
prevent another session.  It was a bit of a mind-fuck. i thought it seemed
like wise reasoning, but what did i know.  One crack of any of them would
be hell on my inexperienced boi-ass.

Once all the Masters had inspected the twink slave bois, they reported the
scoring to the Big-dicked Man. 12 votes for the Twisted Fuck, 6 for the
Abrasor, 0 for the Slicer.  Without speaking to one another, both bois
counted their votes exactly the same. They were sent back to Master Joe's
boots. They practically raced there on their hands and knees.

The Big-dicked Man took the Twisted Fuck from the case and brought it to
the guilty boi's face. he obediently kissed and worshipped it, begging for
mercy and restraint while babbling about his need for correction. his words
were a jumble of mixed messages, but fear tends to scramble a boi's
brain. he was shaking and sweating profusely. i have no doubt most bois in
the audience were as well.

"There will be a week of crawling in your future, boi" the Big-dicked Man
growled as He laid in the first crack of the Twisted Fuck across the soles
of the bound boi's feet. The scream was deafening, it echoed throughout the
space and sent chills down every boi witness's spine.

"COUNT, boi" the Big-dicked Man thundered.

"One, SIR" screamed.

Crack! A second stripe was laid to the boi's feet. his body convulsed and
shook uncontrollably. Still he held his composure as best possible and
shouted.

"Two SIR, thank YOU, SIR, thank you SIR, i'm sorry SIR," the words coming
from a dry and raspy throat.

Crack! The third strike tenderized his soles. More shaking and screaming
ensued.

"Three SIR, thank YOU, SIR, thank you SIR, i'm sorry SIR," squeaked out in
a waning voice, exhausted already.

The next three strikes came so rapidly, the boi couldn't possibly speak. At
the end of the sixth strike, he shook violently, collapsed and passed out,
his piss flooding the floor below him. Dr. Heilman stepped in and inspected
his condition.

The boi came to on his own, undoubtedly much to his regret. The Doctor
rubbed his feet carefully and the boi screamed with the touch. He
pronounced no broken bones, but called for a short rest period. The
Big-dicked Man consented to the Doctor's advice and asked for the Abrasor.

Guns stepped in and exchanged the Twisted Fuck for the wicked Abrasor. With
little ceremony, the Big-dicked Man laid two strikes of the rod across the
guilty boi's ass.  While the boi screamed and jerked in his tight
confines. The Big-dicked Man laughed and walked away.

Master Joe stepped up and brought His brother slaves to His guilty boi's
head. Slave piss watered the trapped boi and the audience was dismissed for
a break.

Pecs walked me over to the trapped boi as He chatted with Guns. The bois
feet were deep red and already bruising. The Abrasor left two very rough,
almost bloody marks on the boi's ass. Guns lowered His leather jock and
brought His semi-hard cock to my lips.  Obediently, i nursed out a warm
piss-load. He rubbed my head and patted me almost gently on the face.

The Big-dicked Man approached them as i was finishing up and chatted with
them. i remained on my knees with three huge bulging pouches all around
me. Without thinking, i licked my lips. The Big-dicked Man laughed and
called me a cockwhore. He reached down and grabbed the ring in my collar
and yanked me to my feet. He ordered Guns to hold me up and Guns grabbed me
from behind with His powerful arms under my armpits.  The hold forced my
hands above my head abruptly.

The Big-dicked Man kicked my feet wide apart and grabbed my weighted
balls. He squeezed and pulled and manipulated them until i thought i'd pass
out from the pain. i had sweat everywhere on my body. A few grunts
involuntarily escaped my lips and i was back-handed harshly both times.

Pecs brought Timmy over and He and the Big-dicked Man compared our boi
balls.  Timmy's Master held him up in a similar fashion to the way i was
being held. Clearly the incredibly low hang of Timmy's nuts was the model
for mine.

"See how they swing without weight?" the Big-dicked Man instructed Pecs as
He slapped Timmy's balls. i heard the slap and looked at Timmy. His face
showed zero reaction.  Timmy was a well-trained boi and i admired him
immensely. Pecs asked a few questions, both Men tugged and stretched my
nuts. Clearly the Big-dicked Man was the boss and very experienced and
knowledgeable about boi transformations and training.

"We'll start him out on the screws tomorrow" He said, "by Monday morning,
he'll be walking funny but good and stretched." The Big-dicked Man thanked
Timmy's Master and then waved us off. Pecs led me back to His seat and left
me there, with Timmy.

"Low voices, bois, talk quietly" He said as He left us there. Timmy grabbed
my hand and put it on his balls. They were really stretched low, it was
like a real sack of marbles.

"They were like yours when i started" he whispered, "my Master loves to
slap mine around, He likes to see them sway and bounce. He really likes me
to wear short shorts in public in the summer to see who notices my balls
showing." i was in awe and smiled at him.

"Was it a lot of work to get them that way? i'm a little scared" i confided
in him. he smiled and wrapped his arms around me in a comforting gesture.

"No pain, no gain, brother," he said, "they aren't your balls, let your
Master have them.  It's all worth it. When my Master smiles or laughs at my
agony or embrassment, my heart is full and so is my boi dick." he laughed
quietly and then he kissed me and we made out until the session started up
again. i couldn't believe this hot twink slave boy was so into me. he drove
his tongue like a Mac truck through my mouth. We pulled on each others
balls the whole time. his boi-dick was rock hard, my own strained mightily
in it cage. i squirmed and whimpered. i was so horny.

Timmy's Master eventually pulled us apart by slapping Timmy's ass hard. he
jumped and pulled back, reassuming his proper position between his Master's
legs. His Master leaned down over him and stroked his boi dick until it
looked like Timmy would explode, but then He stopped leaving Timmy on
edge. The Master laughed and Timmy grinned ear to ear, his hands carefully
held together behind his back, his chest heaving.

i had moved myself in front of Pecs chair and waited patiently for Him to
return. Minutes later, He took His seat and rubbed my head, calling me a
good boi. i beamed. He leaned over and stroked Timmy's dick a couple more
times, until it bubbled up some pre-cum, and then He sat up straight,
grabbed my head and focused me on the guilty boi again.

During the break, Guns and the other Man retightened the bindings on the
guilty boi. Dr.  Heilman carefully inspected him and deemed him worthy to
finish out the session. One of his two slave brothers had cleaned up his
piss, licking up most of it with his tongue. The Doctor asked him questions
and the boi responded. i didn't really get to pay much attention to it as
Timmy was occupying most of my world.

The Big-dicked Man stepped up and quieted the room, just by doing so. His
presence was commanding in a way i had never experienced. He had the
Abrasor rod in His hands and He presented it to the boi for his
worship. Obediently, the boi kissed it and asked for the rest of his
punishment.

"You can see how a few strokes of these implements can adjust a boi's
attitude, but to truly leave a lasting impression, to really correct his
behavior, it takes more," He explained. And with that He warmed up and
cracked the boi's ass twice more with the rod.

Interestingly, the boi did not scream out. he still shook like mad and was
sweating profusely, but all the noise he made was a low grunt. i began to
understand that the Big- dicked Man was very, very knowledgeable about this
subject. He exchanged the Abrasor for the Twisted Fuck again and demanded
that the boi count out, beginning at 7. He quickly laid the seventh crack
across the poor boi's the trapped and tortured soles.

"SEVEN, SIR, THANK YOU, SIR, PLEASE TEACH THIS BOI MORE, SIR!" he shouted
in a very clear and loud voice.

Eight, nine, and ten came out the same. Very clear, very loud, very well
spoken considering the stress and pain of the situation. But at eleven, the
break occurred. The Big-dicked Man laid number eleven in particularly
hard. The boi shook like mad, his head twisted side to side and he screamed
again.

"ELEVEN, SIR... oh God, please..." his voice lowered for a minute and then
he found his strength and centered himself. "PLEASE, SIR, MORE, SIR" came
out clearly.

Stroke number twelve was the hardest of all. i think the bench moved
forward with the strike and violent reaction that followed. The boi was
reduced to a blubbering mess of screams and tears and howling agony. The
Doctor stepped in.

The Big-dicked Man was respectful of the Doctor, but reassured him that the
boy would live. After a quick examination, the Doctor nodded and stepped
back into the shadows. In the meantime, the Big-dicked Man had exchanged
implements and brandished the Abrasor in the air, warming up.

With not much more ceremony than that, He laid two final sharp blows across
the boys ass, making it a total of six angry stripes on his ass. his feet
bore two angry purple/red soles. The boy screamed and sobbed, his body
seemed to shake uncontrollably. At some point, he'd pissed himself again.

The Big-dicked Man strutted up to the boy's head and lifted it up high,
forcing the boi to strain hard to breathe. "Almost done, boi, just one more
lasting reminder" He sneered and then spat in his face. He dropped his head
like a melon and walked back behind him.

Guns handed him something that looked like a soldering iron. Pecs leaned
into me and explained that it was an electric branding iron. The Doctor
stepped in and cleaned a space on the boi's back, a few inches below his
right shoulder. i could smell the antiseptic and i shivered with fear. Pecs
put His hands on my shoulders and held me steady.

The boi shrieked and convulsed as not just one, but two branding marks were
seared into his flesh. Two marks to signify his twice bad behavior. i
wondered how many more he'd endure before he gave up or learned. he passed
out. While the Doctor attended to him, the Big-dicked Man addressed the
crowd.

"Masters, thank you for bringing your bois here tonight to see what will
happen if they opt to step so far out of line as this recalcitrant
slave. Bois, pay attention. This boi will not walk on his feet for, at
least, two weeks, and then he will step very gingerly. his ass will carry
these stripes for a good four months, the brand will remind him forever.
Tonight, Masters, read the contract to your bois, help them understand that
this is completely avoidable in many ways. Thank you again, for coming." He
closed and took a seat.

Master after Master followed the same routine on leaving. They paid their
respects to the Big-dicked Man, their slaves kissing His bulging cod-piece
or licking His boots while they extolled the virtues of His
service. Several Masters congratulated Master Joe and wished him well on
this journey with young flesh. Master Joe's other bois busied themselves,
cleaning up the mess their brother created and helping the Doctor as
needed.  Guns and the other Man unstrapped the guilty boi once the Doctor
had treated the brand marks with a salve and bandage where the skin was
broken or burned.

The boi was far to weak to stand, Guns carefully hoisted the limp body over
His big muscled shoulder and hauled him away. Pecs explained that the
Doctor would carefully monitor the boi's recovery, but two weeks was
probably a minimum, before he'd stand solidly again. Bastinado was an
extreme punishment. My mind flashed back to the sampling of it, that the
Big-dicked Man had given me in the desert. In retrospect, that was nothing
compared to this.

We waited and chatted quietly until everyone had moved back upstairs. Pecs
seemed to lovingly rub my shoulders and head while He waited with me. It
felt really good and i nuzzled His bulging crotch in return.

"Let's make sure the boi gets a little use upstairs," the Big-dicked Man
said to Pecs, "and then load him up and haul him to the compound. I'll be
there by midnight, I want him strung up and ready for the screws when I get
there." He reached down, roughly grabbed the collar, and pulled me to my
knees.

"You're a good boi and a fast learner, I've been told," He sneered at
me. "Weekends are hell in this program, but you'll survive, bitch, I knew
that from my first look at you in the desert. Listen close to my Men on the
drive, they have some important stuff to tell you."

With that, He yanked me up to my feet and higher, my feet barely touched
the floor. My windpipe was completely cut off and i started to panic. i
felt His big hand tighten around my balls and then He let me down slightly,
just enough to breathe. Squeezing my balls hard, He emphasized His point,
uttering the word "hell" in my face.

Then He dropped me to the floor. i scrambled to kiss His big black boots
and express my gratitude for His work on me. His boots were shiny with boi
spit and i diligently added mine to the mix. He said some words to Pecs or
Guns or someone and then kicked me off of Him.

Pecs attached the leash to my collar and hauled me away.